#that shit literally surprised me because it's been so long since he had such expression

[v3nusstardust]

🤍”Somethin’ stupid”🤍

Pairing : BF!Niki Nishimura x DEPRESSEDreader! (Real) 🎀

Genre : fluff <3 sad af tho idfk what the genre is

WARNINGS : mentions of self harm, depression, anxiety

A/N : SRRY I usually post like once a week and I forgot to this week I think… Idrk I literally have a fucking concussion rn💀 happened bcs lowkey thought I was in a music video and did cartwheels in my room at 3 am and smacked the shit out of my head and then hit my head on the floor and woke up seeing Gojo Satoru shakin ass 💀😜 anyway enjoy yawl😳

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In the car with your boyfriend Niki, heading to the movie theater, the atmosphere was perfect –soft music, and a feeling that made life worthwhile. It had been a month since you’d seen him. These small moments you had with Niki made your life worth living. Most of the time he was busy or away for his idol duties and you’d miss him so badly. You would wonder if him being away for so long would end up with you both breaking up or you both falling out of love. The thought always made you feel nauseous and overwhelmed. Your overthinking would get the best of you sometimes, and you would result to self harm. Niki had no idea though and you never planned on telling him.

"Y/n, you might want to ditch the hoodie; it's getting pretty warm in here. You're sweating," your boyfriend chuckled, casting a glance your way. "No kidding, it's hot as hell." You sighed wiping your forehead with your sleeve. As you started to pull down the zipper your hoodie, the memories of your scars made you hesitate. “Actually I’m fine. I can handle it.” You reassured Niki. “Huh? Don’t risk a heat stroke, take it off,” he insisted, concern etching his face. “No I’m literally gonna be fine trust me.” You countered, zipping your hoodie back up quickly. “Y/n. It’s the middle of summer and you’re wearing a hoodie darling. You might wanna take it off.” Niki suggested, a puzzled look was painted on his face. “I’m gonna be alright trust me.” You gave Niki a sweet smile, trying to look unsuspicious. “Whatever you say Y/n.” Your boyfriend sighed.

You and Niki finally arrived at the movie theater. You checked in, got tickets, got snacks and headed to your movie. The air-conditioned theater promised relief from the summer heat, but your hoodie remained a steadfast companion.

Inside the cool, dimly lit theater, you found your seats, the contrast between the chilly air and your hoodie creating a cozy bubble. The movie previews flickered on the screen, and the scent of buttered popcorn filled the air.

Niki leaned over and whispered, "Are you sure you won't overheat in there?..”

“It’s cool in here Niki! I’m fine.” You softly giggled. The movie began, and you got so into it that the hoodie wasn't on your mind anymore. The plot grabbed your attention, and the cozy warmth just blended into the background.

Midway through the movie, Niki gently reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. Your initial reaction was surprise; you were aware of Niki's habit for tracing his fingers along your palms and wrists. Softly pushing his hand away, you met his gaze. He looked absolutely ethereal in the dim theater lighting.

"Do you not want to hold hands?" Niki whispered, pouting with a hint of sadness.

"I do, just... not right now," you replied. Niki's worried expression prompted him to ask, "Is there something wrong?"

You hesitated before responding, "No, no, I just... don't worry about it."

Your words, though intended to reassure, unintentionally stabbed at Niki's heart. His love for you was profound, and while he knew he could be clingy, he never imagined it could "annoy you." The worry in his eyes lingered as the movie played on.

You both went back to the apartment after the movie. The car ride was quiet because you pretended to be asleep, avoiding a talk about why you didn't hold hands. Niki spent the entire ride overthinking what he might have done wrong.

“Niki. I’m gonna go take a shower.” You said, walking off to your room to get your clothes. “Oh okay. I’ll make you some tea for when you get out.” He replied.

When you stepped in the shower, the warm water stung your fresh cuts. You held your wrists and winced in pain, small tears ran down your cheeks. Staring at your wrists, you wondered how you could be so stupid. You regret doing it , because now Niki might see them. The thought made you softly cry. Thank God the shower water was loud enough to cover up your soft muttering and sighs.

After your shower, you returned to the kitchen. Niki was busy cooking dinner and brewing tea for both of you, a delightful surprise that warmed your heart. Soft music played from his speaker next to the stove.

Curious, you asked, "What are you making?" Sitting at the table, he chuckled and replied, "Pasta, I’m trying out new things." The song changed to your favorite, "Somethin’ Stupid” by Frank Sinatra. Excitedly, you exclaimed, "Niki, you added my favorite song to your playlist!"

With a smile, he admitted, "I really like this song. Isn't it your favorite?" You giggled, "Duh! I play it all the time in your car." Niki turned off the stove and approached you. "Is the food ready?" you inquired. "Not yet, but how about we dance?" he suggested, extending his hand with a gentle smile, eyes filled with admiration.

In the soft glow of the dim kitchen light, you and Niki began to slow dance. The soothing melody of the song filled the air as he held you close. The ambiance was warm, and the subtle scent of dinner in the making lingered.

Niki led with gentle grace, swaying to the music with you in a tranquil dance. The rhythmic steps mirrored the easy connection between you two, the worries of the day fading away in the embrace of the moment. His hand rested on the small of your back, fingers delicately entwined with yours. As you swayed together, his other hand found its place on your waist, the closeness allowing you to feel the comforting warmth of his touch. The subtle aroma of the cooking dinner heightened the sensory experience.

Niki's gaze, brimming with stars and admiration, locked onto yours as he gently took your hand in his. However, reality snapped you back, and a sudden fear of him discovering your self infliction made you pull away. You pulled your hand away from his gently. Niki stopped dancing with you, his eyes locked onto yours with concern. "I'm sorry for asking, but why don't you want me to hold your hand?" he inquired.

A tremor ran through you, fear intensifying. Taking a deep breath, you hesitated before admitting, "I... I just," struggling to find the right words. The fear of Niki discovering your scars weighed heavy on your mind.

After a moment, you decided to face it. "Actually, you know what? Hold hands with me," you said, mustering a smile and intertwining your fingers with his. It was a fleeting decision, hoping that the dance would end before he’d notice. He brought a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Your hair smells good.” He nestled his nose into your hair. The song made the moment vulnerable. You found yourself forgetting about all your worries once again. He brought his lips to your wrist, you didn’t even catch it either. You were too busy humming the melody of the song into his chest. Niki pressed his lips to your wrist. He quickly pulled back and examined if, squinting his eyes. You suddenly realized what he was doing. You pulled away from his arms and held your wrist. His face looked indescribable. Worried, sad, confused all at the same time. The song had stopped already, and the room fell silent. "Y/n," Niki uttered softly, his voice carrying a mixture of concern and care. Before he could say more, your lips began to quiver, and tears welled up in your lashes. A gentle cascade of tears spilled from your eyes.

Niki, swift in his response, hurried over and enveloped you in a warm embrace. His chin rested on your head, and his hand traced soothing circles on your back. Anxiety gripped you like a constricting fog, the weight on your chest almost suffocating. Tears stained Niki's once-white shirt, but he paid it no mind.

"It's okay. I'm not upset," he reassured, planting a tender kiss on the top of your head. "My poor, beautiful girl. When did you do that?" he asked, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. Your hyperventilating made it challenging to speak, rendering you silent in the vulnerability of the moment.

Your hyperventilation began to subside, allowing you to regain some composure. "I..was just.. overthinking," you finally managed to admit, your voice still shaky.

Niki's expression softened, a mixture of empathy and a determination to be there for you. “Was it because of me?” he whispered, his thumb brushing away a tear that lingered on your cheek.

You hesitated, the weight of your emotions pressing against your chest. "Yes?... no," you stumbled over your words, struggling to articulate the whirlwind within. "I just miss you so much when you're gone for so long. I feel so lonely again. You're... you're my only light, and the only one in my life who actually makes me happy. I can't stand it when you're away."

Niki's gaze held a depth of understanding as he gently cradled your face. "Y/n, I didn't realize. I'm here for you, always. I’ll bring you with me next time, and the next one after that. I promise my love,” he reassured. His words soothed the ache within your heart. “I’ll be back,” Niki gently pulled his body away from yours. “I’m gonna go get bandages from the bathroom. Sit down,” he kissed your cheek before leaving the room.

When Niki returned, you couldn't help but chuckle at the state of his shirt, soaked with tear and snot stains – undeniably gross. Standing in front of you, he gently took hold of both your injured wrists, his eyes carrying a mix of hurt and pain. Soft elastic bandages in hand, he began to wrap your wrists with a delicate touch.

As he worked, you noticed a subtle glisten in his eyes. His fingers traced along the palms of your wrists, a silent acknowledgment of shared pain. You looked up at him with teary eyes and saw the vulnerability in his gaze.

"Promise me you'll never do this again," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. Small tears escaped his eyes, tracing down his cheeks. Overwhelmed, you apologized, "I... I'm sorry. I promise. I'm so sorry."You rose from your chair, embracing Niki tightly, the shared pain and promise binding you together in that moment. “I love you so much darling you have no idea. To know that you’ve been hurting yourself like this.. it kills me.” He whispered softly. “I love you too, Niki.” You placed a soft kiss to his chin.

"Do you wanna finish making dinner, and then we can cuddle after?" you proposed.

As Niki's sniffles gradually subsided, a tender smile graced his face, the corners of his eyes still dampened. Niki's smile widened as he looked down at you. "Of course," he agreed, his head tilting slightly. In that gentle tilt, he closed the distance, leaning in for a long, reassuring kiss.

Together, you continued with the meal, the kitchen filled with the comforting aroma of food and music. You showed Niki more songs you liked and he added them to y’all’s new slow dancing playlist.

As you placed the finishing touches on the meal, Niki slid his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. "Smells amazing in here, thank you for helping me darling.”

The conversation during dinner went smoothly. You both talked about stories of the past and dreams for the future. Niki's eyes, still holding a glimmer of tenderness, locked onto yours, reinforcing the unspoken understanding that this moment, amidst shared laughter and a table filled with love, was truly special.

Cuddling on the couch, the outside world faded away, leaving room for the intimacy of shared comfort. “You’re so pretty y/n” Niki admired your facial features. The smell of his fresh Basil and mandarin cologne brought you comfort. You threw your leg over his and snuggled closer onto him. He could feel your soft breaths on his neck. Niki peppered kisses on your temples. He was humming a gentle tune to one of your favorite songs. The moment made you realize how lucky you were to be with someone like him.

A/n : erm I literally fell asleep writing this w my hard ass fit on and makeup bruh my skin is breaking out hella someone come kill me. Srry for the amount of mistakes btw I did not read over it 🤓🤓 I raw dogged this it might be shitty Also I hope y’all liek:3 i put my whole venussy into this. Xoxo💋💋

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[starcrossedxwriter]

Wicked Fantasies Part 6 (MBJ x OC)

Warnings: Look… its literally just angst lol you're gonna feel things! Don't say I didn't warn you. NSFW

A/N: This is like 2 weeks later than I promised (SO sorry, y'all!) but I hope you enjoy!

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“This isn’t so bad,” Michael argued. “She’s just complaining that she hasn’t met me yet and some other shit that isn’t even true. Why’s that a problem?” 

Alex shook her head as she scrolled on her phone. Her eyes did not even leave her phone screen as she spoke, her nails furiously tapping across the glass screen. “It’s not what she said that’s the problem. It’s that she’s talking at all… the only things I want to see in the media about the two of you are cute photos from date night, not tell alls from family members. Does she know about your… previous career?” 

This was the first time his manager had even directed a question at Raven, who had sat silently since they arrived. She was so angry that she could not even revel in the fact that she was at Michael’s house for the first time, not regulated to her usual place in his bachelor pad. She thought being invited to this intimate part of his life would make her happier. But instead of feeling joy and welcomed, she merely felt like a burden. She was only there out of necessity to fix the crisis her own sister created. 

This is why you can never be more, she reminded herself. Paris had started to rip out the weeds of doubt that grew in her soul, siphoning away the power of the notion that they could not be more. It had made her fall deeper in love with him, made her seriously ponder whether his feelings for her stretched into deeper territory.. But this? This reminded her of a sickening fact. 

No matter how many trips he charted for her, gifts he showered her with, or kindness he showed, she did not belong here with him in the real world. It was as if every intimate detail of his home and his real life that she saw screamed at her that she was out of place, punching above her weight, and needed to return to where she belonged: the outskirts of his life in the condo where he took one-night stands and flings that meant nothing once the sun rose. Because as soon as their arrangement was done, she would be nothing to him again. And while Paris had made her feel like she could still win in the ring, now she felt as if she was merely being punched right back down where she belonged. 

“No. Well… she doesn’t know about the prostitution. But… I always thought she figured out I was a stripper somehow.” 

Alex, who previously had been engrossed in her phone, lifted her head in surprise. “You were a stripper too? Would’ve been nice to know before now,” she muttered under her breath. 

Raven’s long stiletto nails bit into the palm of her hand as she tried not to let one comment push her right off the cliff she was teetering on. She knew Alex was not intending to be judgmental but that did not stop her from feeling the sting of it. Every choice she made in her life since the moment she came into the world seemed to be a bad one for everyone else. She could not do anything right. 

“I was a 19 year old with no skills who needed to pay for college. I wasn’t facing a fucking mountain of options. So I did the best I could with a shitty situation... Sorry my choices as a desperate teenager are making your job so difficult,” Raven snapped. 

“I didn’t me-” 

“Alex.” Michael’s stern voice cut through the budding tension, stealing the words right out of Alex’s mouth. Michael’s dominance and power seemed to have an effect on everyone, though Raven suspected it was because he was not the type to abuse it. Alex immediately let the rest of her sentence fade away, opting to apologize instead. 

Michael’s eyes had not left Raven’s body since they got in the car. He hated how her eyes actively avoided him, he had been unable to look in her beautiful brown eyes for over an hour and that killed him. They were the most expressive part of her, windows into her soul and every feeling she had. She shied away from his comforting touch in the car so he kept his distance but even still, he could see how her entire frame trembled ever so slightly. Her furrowed brow… her silence. God, her silence was so deafeningly loud in his ears. He was not used to it. Even if it was awkward ramblings, she was rarely silent with him. This was a side of her he had never seen. It was not sadness or resignation, he had seen both of those, and she seemed to be able to push through those just fine. No, this was something else and it was red hot and all consuming to the point where he could tell she could not hide it. It was a far cry from the woman who was sound asleep on his shoulder on the plane two hours prior. 

“I’m sorry,” Alex raised her hands. “I’m sorry. I’d never judge anyone for doing what they need to. I just need to know what else your sister could say.” 

“She has no proof… just speculation. But that’s it. She doesn’t know anything about my life now… we aren’t close.” 

At first, she had immediately handed Alex back her phone, uninterested in reading whatever lies her sister decided to spew. However, when Michael summarized it for her, the notions in it were so absurd, she had to read them for herself. She instantly wished she had not. 

It was as dramatic as it was false, her sister complaining about how Raven had changed and alienated her own family since her romance with the superstar had begun. She spun a web of tall tales about how Raven never spoke to them anymore, how close they once were and how much the family missed her, how Raven had told them Michael was too busy to meet them. By the time Raven got to the end of the article, she was shaking. 

She supposed the silver lining was that the article was more of a personal attack on her character than their relationship, which she was used to from her sister. She just had not expected her sister to drag it into the public eye like this. And while reading her words agitated some of her deepest wounds, they fueled more anger in her than any other emotion. Anger was not an emotion Raven often felt where her family was concerned. Slight frustration, sadness, hurt, guilt? She felt all of those often but she was used to it and often brushed them off. But true anger? That was rare, or rather, it was rare that she let herself feel true anger. And now, it hit her as high, powerful waves crashing against her shores. 

“So she’s just lookin’ for her 15 minutes. Fine. But she can’t say anything else, this’s gotta be it.” 

“Who cares if she mouths off to the media?” Michael asked. He knew why Alex cared and why he should care. But at that moment, all he could actually care about was minimizing this for Raven’s sake. He knew her well enough to know that the only person she would blame for this was herself, not her idiot sister. And it seemed to him that she blamed herself for far too much where her family was concerned. He did not want to add another unnecessary thing to that list. Nor did he want her to feel the burden of this because she was quite the opposite of a burden to him and he would clean up 100 PR nightmares for her without a second thought. They had taken 10 steps forward in Paris, walls came crumbling down for both of them. If he did not fix this fast, Raven would retreat 15 steps back from him and he could not take that. 

“That’s not the point! She’s smoke and TMZ knows where there’s smoke, there’s a fuckin’ fire. And y’all two and this whole situation is a damn forest fire. We don’t need TMZ or a fuckin’ Inspector Gadget head ass Tik Toker to look into Raven’s life or past anymore than they already have. So you need to shut her up now. Is she a fan of his or somethin?”

Raven scoffed. “If wanting to add him to her list of fuck buddies means she’s a fan then sure… she’s a fan.” Her anger meant she could not hide the bitterness in her voice, could not pretend to have a kind word to say about her sister who seemed to take joy in going out of her way to ruin all the good things in her life. 

“Well, that shit definitely ain’t happenin’,” Michael stated with a growl. 

“I mean, no nigga, I wasn’t gonna suggest you fuck her sister.” Alex rolled her eyes.

“Maybe we s-should just end this. I’m causing more problems than I’m fixing.” Raven’s voice was so quiet, Michael almost did not hear her. It hurt her heart to even consider it but Paris had rubbed her raw, left her and her emotions exposed in ways she had not experienced in a long time. And she had not minded that at first, she savored the closeness and vulnerability with another person. But now, all of her emotions felt dialed up by ten in that vulnerability and that overwhelmed her. She was overwhelmed by the rage she felt at her family for trying to use Michael the way they used her. She thought she couldn’t ruin him but she felt as if she already was. “I’m r-ruining everything…” 

Michael’s heart stopped, his head shaking vehemently before any words could even escape his lips. “What? No… why would we do that?” 

Raven’s head fell into her hands as she let out a frustrated and strangled sigh that sounded like a sob. 

“Ok, let’s all take a breath. I’m sorry, I probably made this seem like a bigger deal than it is. We don’t need to stop or end it if you aren’t ready to. This is still a good plan, no one is ruining anything. We can fix this. We just need to give her what she wants. If you just meet her, take a picture with her, get her tickets to a high profile event or party or whatever she wants, then maybe she’ll settle down and keep her mouth shut.” 

“She won’t,” Raven mumbled to no one in particular. 

“Everyone has a price and we just need to find hers,” Alex continued texting on her phone.  

“She won’t because she’s an attention seeking bitch. She’s never had a real job or ambition or anything going for her and just takes and takes and takes from everyone with no thought. I can give her the fucking world and she’ll come back with her hand still out!” Raven exploded, jumping up from her seat as the words escaped her lips before she could even hope to stop them. She buried her face in her hands and turned away from both of them as she heard them in the space, instantly regretting them. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” 

Michael sighed and gestured toward the door, Alex walking out of the room with him. He closed the door behind them.

“So I take it there’s some bad blood there?” Alex asked as she leaned on the door. 

“Lots of it. You know how family shit is… lots of heavy ass baggage there. Let me talk to her and I’ll call you tonight with a game plan. I think she just feels betrayed and upset and needs to process all that.” 

“Understood,” Alex raised her hands in surrender. “Take your time, give her what she needs. Sorry this had to happen as soon as you came back. She seemed really happy when y’all got off the plane, I didn’t mean to ruin it.” 

Michael shook his head. “Doing your job isn’t ruining anything. But my guess is the timing of this, on her sister’s part, wasn’t random. Sucks too… the past week was the most relaxed I’ve ever seen her, first time she seemed actually happy.” Michael stared through the glass panels of his office door to watch her. He could see the tension in her shoulders from all the way over here, could tell they were shaking slightly from silent tears. 

He turned away to look back at Alex whose eyes were big with shock. 

“What?” 

“You’re in love with her.” 

“Alexxxx…” he dragged out her name, his manager scoffing and dragging him by the arm further away from the door. 

“Don’t insult my intelligence, Bakari. I’ve run a couple PR relationships in my time and most fail miserably. Been trying to figure out why this one seems to be working so well… I knew it wasn’t cause you’re that good of an actor, no shade. It’s because you… Michael Bakari Jordan love her. You’re not having to play for the cameras because you’re actually in love with her. Look me in my eyes and tell me I’m wrong.” 

Michael sucked his teeth. “I love her.” He admitted. “And I know what you’re gonna say… it can’t work and it’s stupid and I’ll need to end it like we always planned. I know, I got it.” 

He started to move past her when her hand grabbed his bicep to stop him. 

“I was actually gonna say that I’m happy for you. Been waiting for you to wise up and find someone for real. If she’s what you want, I support it and you 100%. And we can figure out how to spin it.” She jerked her head back toward the office. “Go take care of your girl. Call 

me later.” 

They shared a hug before Michael disappeared back into the office. Raven sniffled and quickly wiped her tears away before standing up and walking over to him. She tried to put a positive look on her face and tone in her voice as she spoke. 

“I’m sorry… that outburst was m-mean and totally unnecessary. And not helpful. She’s right, we need a game plan and everything. Where’s Alex? I want to apologize and then I can fix this.”

He perched on the edge and widened his stance so he could pull her in between his legs. His arm wrapped around her waist as he pulled her into his chest. He did not like how she braced her forearms against his chest to avoid fully melting into his embrace. 

“I don’t need you to do anything and Alex doesn’t need an apology. She’s fine. I care more about whether you’re good or not. You’re upset.” 

She shook her head. “I’m not upset.” 

Michael raised an eyebrow. “You just called your sister an attention seeking bitch. Ain’t gon’ hear an argument from me but that’s not like you. You’re pissed, rightfully so. Tell me why though, don’t bottle that shit up.” 

Raven stared at him for a moment, her mouth opening and closing a couple times as she tried to find the words to tell him. Tell him that she was near out of relentless hope and optimism, that a not-so-small part of her hated her sister and wished she never had to see her again, that she wanted to cut her and her dad out of her life completely but she wasn’t brave enough to be truly alone so she couldn’t, that a bigger part of her wanted to call TMZ and tell them all about how horrible her family has been to her her entire life, that it cut deeper than she imagined it would to read her sister describe a relationship between them that had always been her dream but she actively denied her. She wanted to tell him that she was tired, that she felt guilty and ashamed for dragging him into this mess, that she didn’t deserve his care and kindness because all she had done was ruin his life.

It was all too much, the avalanche of emotions she felt picked up speed and power with every moment she stood in his presence. And she needed it to stop, needed to throw up some type of blockade so she was not run over and drowned by it. She needed walls again, barriers. And the only way she could think to recreate those was to put both physical and emotional distance between herself and the man in front of her. He was the only person who forced her to exist in her vulnerability, to feel everything and not shy away from it. But that was dangerous. She was not built for it. Once the avalanche hit, she knew she would not get back up. So, she had to get out. 

So she did the only thing she could think of, she threw up the walls of a working girl. She knew they would not hold for long, not with his persistence, but they would hold long enough for her to reign it all in again. Long enough for her to lock her feelings back up in their cage where they belonged. 

“I’m not angry.” Her tone left no room for argument as she pried herself out of his embrace and walked back to the couch to grab her bag off the floor. “I’m not angry. Kiara’s not a… bad person. She’s just… Kiara’s the Sun and I imagine the Sun would be upset if Pluto tried to steal its spotlight too. She’s the center of my family’s world and she hates it when it seems like I’m trying to take that away. It’s fine. I’ll give her whatever she needs to feel like the Sun again and that I humbled myself back to my position as Pluto. Everyone wins.” She said it in such a matter-of-fact way that, if he didn’t know her, he would have missed the bitterness in her words. 

“You don’t need to pretend with me, Rae. You can be upset.” 

“Nothing to be upset about. This is just how it is… I’m used to it. She wants something and she knows I’m gonna give it to her. I’ll call her and figure out what she wants and we’ll fix this.” 

She started to fiddle on her phone before Michael pried it out of her hand and threw it on his desk. 

“I don’t give a fuck about what your sister wants right now… I care about what you need.” 

“I don’t really need anything from you or anyone else right now.” Her words clipped and colder than Michael had ever heard her before. “Least of all a damn therapist.” 

Her heart broke at the hurt that flashed across his eyes but she decided that was fine. She needed distance and however she achieved that, even if it was by pushing him away, it would work for her. However, before he could respond, her phone started to buzz loudly on the desk. 

“Speak of the devil.” Michael handed Raven her phone back, her sister’s name popping up across the screen. 

“Hey Kiara.” She put the phone on speaker phone so Michael could hear. 

“I’m surprised you didn’t call me all day, I know you saw the article.” 

Raven and Michael shared a knowing glance that made Michael’s blood boil. She had done this just to outshine Raven who had been in the media and tabloids multiple times in the last week from their trip. Michael had guessed that but knowing her sister went to such lengths to diminish her sister bothered him far more than he could describe. Was there no one in his girl’s life that allowed her to shine? 

“Yea I saw it. I’m sure you also saw that Michael and I weren’t in the country. We just saw it when we landed about an hour ago.” 

“Yea I saw you both... Why didn’t you invite me??” 

Raven let out a small huff. “Do you even have a passport?”

“No… but I could’ve gotten one. it's not fair that you get to go while I’m stuck here. And with my favorite actor. All my friends sending me clips of your stories and pictures and shit. And I didn’t even know you were gonna be there. And I had to lie and tell them that you invited me but I couldn’t go. You don’t include me in shit and you keep makin’ me look fuckin’ stupid. You probably didn’t think about me once!”

“I mean no, you weren’t the first thing that came to mind when my boyfriend invited me on a trip to Paris. I’m allowed to have and enjoy experiences on my own. Also no one forced you to lie, who would have expected you to be invited on a trip with me and my boyfriend?” 

She heard Kiara scoff on the other side of the phone. “‘My boyfriend,’” she mimicked back. “You better enjoy this lil 15 minutes of fame you’re getting from him cause it won’t last. Ain’t like you’re worth his time. He’ll wise up, realize he needs a real woman, a girl like me.” 

“Did you want something?” Raven interrupted, turning her head from Michael so he could not see just how deeply her words cut. She would never argue that she was good enough for the man sitting next to her but hearing someone else validate those insecurities hurt.. Her sister certainly knew which wounds to cut into. “Or was your tell all just to ruin my trip?” 

“Oh well… None of this would’ve happened if you had gotten me even one of the things I asked for weeks ago. Like damn, I know he’s busy but he don’t even have a real job. He could come out and met me when I asked.” 

Michael’s face twisted up in a look of faux offense that would have been a perfect gif, which made the edges of Raven’s lips curl into a small smile as she stifled her laugh. How did he manage to make her smile even when she felt utterly incapable of the action? 

“Acting is a real job, Kiara. And I invited you all here to meet him. But no, I wasn’t gonna ask him to get you a Birkin, I don’t even have a Birkin.”

Michael resisted the urge to cut in and ask her if she wanted one. Because he could easily have one at the house by sunset if she did. 

“Dad and I can’t afford to jet set out to LA… the hotels, the food, all that shit. We’re barely getting by as it is.” 

Raven rolled her eyes. “Barely getting by” when they both worked and Raven often paid most of the major bills. 

As she was talking, Michael gestured for her to mute the phone. “Tell her I’ll pay for the flights and invite them to Thanksgiving.” At Raven’s wary face, Michael just nodded. “Just trust me.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize the price of the flights was the issue. H-how about we pay for the flights and your hotel and… you could come for Thanksgiving this year? Michael’s family are great cooks so it’ll be nice. And you can meet him?” 

“Really?? Thanksgiving at Michael’s house?” 

“Yea,” the words were almost painful to get out. Part of her wanted to believe this could be a good thing but the more logical part knew that it would not soften anything between all of them. After all, they were not coming to see her, they were coming to gawk at Michael. “But you can’t talk to the media anymore, Kiara. Seriously, you can meet him and everything but you can’t go give a tell all to TMZ or Page Six or any of them anymore. Understand?” 

“Fineeeee. No more media. I’ll tell dad. Send me the flight and hotel information. Make sure to put us up somewhere nice… you know like the Ritz or a five-star hotel. And can you have a car for us while we’re there? We’re gonna wanna sightsee and everything.” 

“Of course,” she muttered through gritted teeth. 

“Ok. See you then, bye.” 

Raven clenched her phone in her hand, resisting the urge to chuck it across the room. 

“Damn, sis’s got expensive taste,” Michael muttered. 

Raven’s laugh was cold and humorless. “It’s easy to have expensive taste when it’s not your money. You sure about this? Thanksgiving? Here?” 

“What? Thanksgiving is the time people spend with family. We can get a nice group shot and they can feel included. And I’ll get her somethin’ expensive and nice… nothin’ crazy. That’s all she seems to want anyway. Hearing how she talks to you… I don’t want ‘em here anymore than you do but this is the best solution. You had plans or somethin’?” 

“No, no… I just didn’t… I didn’t even know I was invited to the Jordan Family Thanksgiving dinner,” she chuckled, pulling at the sleeve of her jacket awkwardly.  

Michael’s face twisted up in confusion. “Of course you’re invited. Moms would kill me if I didn’t. But yea I guess I should’ve asked if you had plans first. What do you usually do?”  

“Nothing.” 

“Nothing?” 

“Nothing. I order Chinese and I pick a marathon of movies to watch in bed. Same with Christmas except I usually pick a new recipe to try and I always watch the Grinch,” she chuckled. 

“You spend Thanksgiving and Christmas alone?” 

She shrugged and gestured toward her phone. “If you had to pick between alone and that, which would you choose?” At his silence, she nodded. “Exactly. They never want to see me anyway so I make it easy on everyone.” 

“Well, this year’s gonna be different.” 

Raven scoffed. “How so?” 

Michael closed the distance between them and rested his hands on her hips. “Well, one, you’ll have me, which means your family will be on their best behavior. If they aren’t, two, you have me and my family as a buffer. And three, you have me… and I ain’t gon’ tolerate disrespect like that in my house. You say the word and dinner’s over.” 

“You can’t kick people out of your house for me,” she whispered, her eyes avoiding the intense stare in his. 

“Who says I can’t? Thought I’d made that clear by now that I’d do anything for you. And when you’re with me, I’m not just gon’ protect you physically… all of you is safe with me.” 

Those walls she threw up? Already starting to crash down around her. Why does he do this to me?? And why can’t I resist it? She thought to herself as she looked at him. 

“Thank you. But hopefully, they’ll be on their best behavior and then who knows, maybe they’ll see your family and want to turn a new leaf? This could be good?” In her heart, she knew that would not be how this particular story played out but she had to try… had to hope and dream that it could be different. She studied him for a sign that he agreed, and believed her. But he offered her nothing but a peck on the forehead. 

“Yea, maybe.” 

They stood there for a moment before Raven felt the overwhelming urge to run again. She hated this feeling… the contrasting emotions of wanting to melt into him and run from him at full speed. 

“D-do you think Allen would mind taking me home?” 

“I thought you were gonna stay with me tonight?” 

“Yea but I thought we were going to the condo… you want me to stay the night… here?” 

“I just thought after last week…” he stopped himself. “Here is just more comfortable than the condo. Besides, ma asked if you could stay for dinner so she can meet you. Wouldn’t want to disappoint her, would you?” At her continued expression of speculation, Michael added. “She also has been buggin’ the hell outta me to meet you so honestly, you’d be savin’ my ass.” 

Raven smiled and nodded. There was not anything but wallowing and frustration waiting for her back at her own apartment. And she had loved falling asleep in Michael’s arms during the last week. She was not ready to fall asleep alone again. 

“Just remember that next time you’re punishing me,” she winked at him. 

“Deal.” 

***

“Bakari!” Donna called over to Michael who was standing outside with his dad overseeing the fried turkey for dinner. 

“What’s up, ma?” He jogged over to her as she continued moving around the kitchen. Michael had offered, as he did every year, to have dinner catered but his mother could not dream of not cooking Thanksgiving dinner with her own two hands. Michael never pressed too hard though because he knew no caterer would ever beat his mom and dad’s cooking. 

“I think a certain girl needs your attention more than your father and that turkey,” she gestured toward Raven whose hands were filled with neatly folded napkins as she sat each one on each place setting around their giant farm style table. 

Michael’s eyes scanned over her body. He could see the tension in her shoulders but she had been tense since they woke up that morning. She had also been quiet all day, simply getting up and heading down to the kitchen to assist his mother. While she was more than happy for the help and it gave the two a chance to chat and bond, Michael knew Raven’s motives were not completely altruistic. She needed the distraction. 

“She’s setting the table, what’s wrong?” 

His mother lowered her voice. “She’s set and reset that table 5 times now in between asking me if I need help 100 times and apologizing for her family being late.” She gestured toward the pitcher which held a fall sangria for dinner. “Poor girl’s been on her feet helpin’ me all day and she’s a dream but she needs to relax. Pour her a drink, get her outta my kitchen, and make her sit down till dinner, please?” 

“Yes ma’am.” He kissed his mom on the cheek before quickly grabbing a glass and pouring a tall drink before walking over to her. 

“I think those napkins will be fine wherever you put them, baby girl,” he whispered in her ear, causing Raven to jump slightly. 

She clutched her chest, glancing down at the table setting and set of napkins in her hand. “Sorry… was in my own head. Something about it still doesn’t look right still,” she whispered as she started to rearrange the setting in front of her again. 

Michael eyed her for a moment before grabbing the things out of her hand and setting them down. He called for his sister to take over setting the table before grabbing Raven’s hand and pulling her behind him into his bedroom upstairs. He closed the door and handed her the glass. 

“Drink.” He instructed. 

Raven took a sip before lowering the glass again to hand back to him. 

“Nope, drink the whole thing and then tell me why you’re so scared.” 

“I’m not scared.” 

“Yea you are. Tell me why.” Michael wasn’t dumb. Raven had been off since her family landed in LA, more tense, quieter and not herself. He wished he could get the version of her from Paris back but that woman was buried deep beneath the seemingly never-ending bull her family put her through. 

Raven took another big gulp of the drink before sitting on the edge of Michael’s bed, her dress riding up her bare thighs slightly. His eyes sparked with lust but he tempered himself. That was not the point of bringing her up here. 

“I’m not… scared. That’s not what it is. I just… Well, first, I’m frustrated because they’re late. I explicitly told them 2 so they could meet everyone and chat and mingle and it’s almost 4. I spent over an hour on that damn charcuterie board. And they haven’t called me or texted or anything. And now your mom probably thinks I was raised by inconsiderate ass wolves.” 

“Rae, my mom doesn’t care in the slightest. Food wasn’t gonna be done at 2 anyway so they haven’t missed anything or messed up anything. And you know that. So what’s really bothering you? We aren’t leaving this room til you tell me.”

She sucked her teeth in annoyance before sighing. She knew he would make good on his promise not to let her leave until she was honest. 

“I’ve lived in LA for years. Did my masters out here, became a published author here, built a life here and you know how many times I’ve asked them to visit? And the first time they come, it's not even to see me. It’s to meet you. They’ve been in LA for 3 whole days… you know they haven’t made an effort to see me once? Never mind the fact that every restaurant they have a reservation to, we booked. Every excursion, you booked and paid for. And it shouldn’t bother me,” she whispered, throwing the entire drink back before wiping the corner of her lips. “It shouldn’t… bother me. Usually it doesn’t bother me. After all, this’s been it, my whole life. But since I met your family… I see how you are with them a-and I spend time with you all and it’s like breathing in rare fresh air? A-and I dunno, it just… the polluted air is a lot harder to breathe in than it used to be.”  

Since they returned from Paris, Raven had become a staple in the Jordan household. They still returned to the condo some nights after dates as it was often easier than getting back to his mansion in the hills. Raven had fallen in love with Michael’s family and it seemed his family had taken quite a liking to her as well. His nephew loved to have Raven read to him as she did the best silly voices, and she, his mom, and sister had already gone out without Michael for manis, pedis, and dinner - with his card, of course. 

Raven would never forget their first dinner the night they got back from Paris. She had been in such a bad mood but ten minutes at the table with Michael’s entire family had lightened her spirits significantly. His dad was charming and told stories that had Raven’s muscles aching from laughter; his mom so sweet and spent half the dinner asking questions about Raven’s book after having it finished it while they were away; his brother was quiet but he and Michael’s friendship made her heart want to melt; and his sister was witty and made Raven want to be her friend immediately. Everytime Raven spent time with them, they made her feel like part of the family. And she fell into it, despite her efforts to avoid it, with ease, like she had been part of the fabric for years. It caused some guilt to swell as she remembered that the girl they loved so much was a lie and that she and Michael were deceiving them. However, as her own family continued to disappoint her, it was nice to be a part of something so pure and loving. 

“Sorry to interrupt,” Michael’s sister poked her head into the room. “But your family’s car just pulled up.” 

Raven immediately stood up and handed the wine glass back to Michael. She went over to the full-length mirror in his room to adjust her outfit and ensure she looked perfect before putting on the most forced smile Michael had ever seen grace her lips. 

“Come on, we shouldn’t keep them waiting.” 

Michael grabbed her arm to stop her as she tried to walk around him. 

“I told myself I’d stay out of it… your family, your rules. But word of advice, if you’ll let me?” When she said nothing, he continued. “People treat you how you allow them. And just because you’ve allowed this disregard for 30 years doesn’t mean you have to allow it now or that you deserve it. It hurts more now because you know you deserve more. And you’ve experienced more. So demand more.” 

“And if they don’t give it?” Raven’s voice broke slightly with that question because she knew what his answer would be, what she should have done many years ago but did not have the courage to do.  

“Somethin’ isn’t always better than nothin’. Especially when that somethin’ is just dead weight you have to drag around behind you. No one ever got far with dead weight.” He pressed his lips to her forehead, Raven desperately wanting to melt into him and the comfort he provided. He laced his fingers in hers and kissed her hand. “That’s all I’m gonna say. We’re gonna have a good time, promise. You’re with me so you know I gotchu. You ready?” 

“Yea, I think so,” she smiled at him before following him out of his room and downstairs. 

As they descended the stairs, she was unsurprised to find the deep baritone of her father filling the foyer of Michael’s mansion as he greeted everyone. Raven fixed her face to maintain a smile as she and Michael finally made it to the bottom of the stairs. She could feel her sister’s eyes studying her, taking in her designer dress, the signature red bottoms of her heels, and the diamond necklace and earrings glistening against her skin that Michael had bought her in Paris. It may have been a role, but Raven could not lie, she enjoyed dressing the part of a movie star’s girlfriend more than she thought she would. A petty part of her also did not hate the way her sister’s nose seemed to flare with jealousy at it. 

“How y’all doin? I’m Michael?” Michael stepped forward and offered her father and sister a hug. 

Raven’s eyes narrowed as her sister tried to linger in the very chaste hug Michael offered. Neither of them acknowledged her as they introduced themselves to Michael and his family, Raven awkwardly teetering on her heels behind him. 

“It’s so great to meet you, son. Loved that Tom Clancy movie of yours. Watch it all the time,” her dad boasted as if he was Michael’s greatest fan. 

Raven rolled her eyes behind Michael, knowing how much he hated when the first thing out of someone’s mouth when he meets them is their favorite role of his. 

“Thank you, thank you. That was a fun one.” Michael reached behind him and pulled Raven to his side. He protectively tucked her under his arm and smiled down at her. “Great girl you have here.” 

“Hey dad,” Raven offered, stepping forward to accept the half hug her father offered. She knew it was merely for show but she accepted it anyway. “Kiara,” her tone made her seem far more excited to see both of them than she was. But unlike her family, she was painfully aware of the studious eyes of Michael’s family watching them. And while their foundation had cracks the size of the Grand Canyon in it, she did not want Michael’s family to see them. 

Her sister could not even stop eye fucking Michael long enough to give her a hug. She merely nodded in her direction. 

Michael, thankfully, ended the awkward silence between the family members by gesturing for everyone to follow him to the kitchen. There, the island was heavily laden with food that his mom deemed ready to serve. Everyone grabbed serving dishes and started helping move things to the table. Seeing an opportunity to grab her father and her sister, Raven pulled them off to the side for a moment while Michael’s family got ready for dinner. 

There was an awkward silence as the three of them stood in Michael’s living room before Raven found her voice again. She did not know why she was nervous, this was her family after all. 

“Just wanted to see how the trip’s going? A-and ask if y’all had plans tomorrow. Thought maybe, you could come see my apartment? And then maybe we could go hiking to the Hollywood sign, it’s such a nice view of the city. And Michael got us all reservations at a new Japanese spot tomorrow night.” 

Kiara turned her nose up at the mere idea. “Hiking?? No. Dad’s taking me shopping tomorrow on Rodeo Drive. It’ll probably take up the whole day, sorry. But dinner with Michael sounds good.” 

Raven’s heart deflated a bit. Another outstretched hand pushed away. “Oh… yea of course. Shopping sounds fun. Maybe I could meet you all?” 

“That’s ok. We know you’re busy,” her dad interjected, waving his hand to dismiss her suggestion. 

“Oh… well, it’s just… you leave Saturday, I wanted to spend some time with y’all before you leave? I tried calling you both, I haven’t seen you all week. I invited you all out here, thought we’d get to at least spend a little time together before you leave.” 

“We’re spending time together right now. We’ve been really busy. We came to meet Michael and enjoy the city. That’s what we’ve been doing. Besides, we all know Michael paid for us to come, not you.”

Raven scoffed, already frustrated and they had not been there for more than 5 minutes. She regretted everything about this plan. Her time with Michael’s family, this sanctuary she had found with them in his home, now felt tainted as if their mere presence had poisoned that sweet, fresh air. She knew she should have been more excited to see them, after all, it had been longer than she could remember since she saw them in the flesh. But now, that small part of her that never wanted to see them again only seemed to get larger and larger with every moment she stood in their presence. 

Why do you even bother?

“Oh, should I start itemizing everything I’ve paid for in the last decade? Is that the best way to get yall to, you know, actually care to spend time with me? I mean I’ve been asking y’all to come out this way for years. I just thought… since we haven’t really seen each other in a while, this could be a good chance to reconnect. But shopping is more important than me, everything seems to be,” she muttered more to herself than to them. Before her sister could cut in with another smart comment, Raven added. “Can you make sure to thank Michael for this trip you’re enjoying so much? He really went all out of y’all.”

“You don’t need to lecture me on good manners, Raven. I did raise you both,” her father spoke up, clearly annoyed and bored of this conversation. 

Raven bit down the retort that she was not sure please and thank you were even phrases in their vocabulary and just nodded. 

“Is that all?” her sister asked cooly. 

“Yea, yea that’s all.” 

Both of them immediately left to return to the dining room where Michael’s family gathered, leaving Raven in the living room. She let out a deep shaky breath as a welcomed face popped out around the corner. However, she cringed slightly, fearful that he heard that entire exchange. 

She walked over to him, Michael immediately pulling her into a tight embrace. Her head thudded against his chest. “Please tell me you didn’t hear any of that.” 

“Don’t think me lying to you is gonna make you feel any better.” His fingers brushed aside the curls that spilled into her face. .

His hand rubbed soothing circles into her back before he kissed her on the top of her head. This time Raven did not even attempt to shy away, she fully melted into his embrace, at least as much as she could without breaking down. 

“Say the word and they’re gone,” he reminded her, leaning back so he could look in her eyes. 

Raven could tell he was completely serious, that he would kick both of them out without a second thought or a care. However, she knew that was not a possibility. 

“As much as I hate it, we need them, remember?” She sighed. “For once, I do actually need them. So I’m gonna do what I’ve always done.”

“And what’s that?” 

She shrugged, pulling herself out of his embrace. “Suffer through it.” She answered simply. 

“Anything I can do to help?” 

“Keep my glass full,” she answered bluntly. “I can already tell it’s gonna be a long fucking afternoon.”

***

“So Kiara, what do you do?” Donna asked as she sat down from transitioning the dinner dishes out and replacing them with dessert. 

Raven did not know how she was going to eat the slice of apple pie Michael cut for her. Everything had been so delicious, she had eaten two plates and would have gotten a third if her sister had not made a backhanded, loud compliment about her food and her figure. While she could count the number of plates she had eaten with ease, the same could not be said for the glasses of sangria. 

She had not lied when she said she needed it. Tipsy Raven cared far less about her sister’s consistent jabs to make her feel inferior and puff herself up to Michael nor did she care about how her father objectively ignored her for the entire dinner. He talked of her and around her but not once did he direct a question or comment to her. She could not tell which slight bothered her more, the disrespect or the disregard.  

“I was doing hair for a while but I really love to cook so I’m going back to school to be a chef.” 

Everyone around the table offered the appropriate congratulations and well wishes while Raven merely smiled and stopped herself from rolling her eyes. Kiara changed career paths about as often as she changed boyfriends, which was damn near monthly. Being a chef was just another way to throw her dad and Raven’s money down the toilet. 

“Once I finish school, maybe you can float some clients my way? My dream is to be a personal chef.” 

Raven downed her glass before filling it again. She found that drinking was the only way to stop herself from commenting on everything they did that frustrated her. However, that was an incredibly foolish drinking game to play. Because everything they did today seemed to frustrate her, every slight seemed amplified now that it was in the presence of Michael and his family. Each one fueled that anger she often ignored and suppressed. She should have known this was coming, that they would try to ask him for favors. She didn’t even ask him for favors. All they did was take and it was one thing to do that to her, but Michael did not deserve it. 

You don’t deserve it either, a small voice that sounded oddly like the man sitting next to her reminded her. 

“Maybe finish school first before you start chatting up my man for clients,” Raven teased, keeping her tone light and playful though she knew Kiara could see the lack of amusement in her eyes. 

“Well, we all gotta start somewhere right? Can’t all be big time like you, sis?” 

Raven smiled, “Well, you can be if you work hard… and don't rely on boyfriends, dad and I for everything,” she added the last part under her breath, however, she knew her sister could hear her. Michael’s hand went to rest of her thigh as if he could sense the change in her demeanor and mood almost immediately. 

“Oh we loved Raven’s book,” Donna offered, transitioning the conversation away from her sister. “Such a talented and vivid writer. I probably talked the poor girl’s ear off when we first met about it. Was she always like that?” 

Raven’s dad chuckled. “Yea she always had her nose buried in a book or a notebook writing somethin. She used to write these little short stories, got a drawer full of ‘em back at the house.” 

“That’s so sweet. I’m not much of a fantasy reader,” Donna admitted. “But she had me hooked from the first chapter. Such a beautiful story.” 

“Yea the book was really great,” he added lamely, unable to offer much beyond that because, as Raven knew, he had not read her book. “I always encouraged them both to follow their dreams, great to see her accomplish so much.” 

Something about hearing him talk about her passion, her life’s work, the thing she tolled and fought for and had to give up, as if he cared about it at all made all those years of suppressed rage finally boil over. She could suffer through a lot, it was true, but she could not listen to that, listen to him lie and pretend to be supportive or caring when he was nothing of the sort. And now, she did not even care who knew it. This was simply not a piece of fiction she would allow him to sell.  

“What was your favorite part of the book, dad?” Raven had not said much throughout dinner, allowing her sister to monopolize most of the conversation. However, it seemed as though Michael was the only person who realized the unfortunate turn their Thanksgiving dinner was about to take. He leaned in closer to her, quietly whispering in her ear but he knew his sweet nothings meant just that at this point: nothing. She was too far gone to hear them or register them. Her body felt as if it was almost vibrating with rage. He wished he could take her outside and give her a few plates to smash but he knew his mom would not appreciate that. 

“Oh all of it. Whole thing was great.” 

“Huh…” she muttered, taking a long gulp of her drink before reaching for the pitcher to refill it. “Who’s your favorite character?” 

“Maybe we should slow down on…” Michael quietly whispered in her ear, subtly trying to beat her to the pitcher but she grabbed it first and poured another large glass. She raised her hand to stop his sentence. 

“Didn’t realize there’d be a pop quiz,” he let out a deep chuckle as the tension around the table grew to levels that were impossible to ignore. 

“Not a pop quiz. Just tell me one thing about the book you loved so much and encouraged me to write. Favorite plot twist, favorite scene, favorite character… hell, name one character you remember at all?”

“What the fuck, Rae? What’s your problem?” 

Raven let out a humorless laugh as she leaned back in her seat. She downed her entire drink in one go, sitting the glass down before folding her arms casually. 

“What’s my problem? What’s my problem? Right now, my problem is this fiction you’re spinning as if you give a rat’s ass about my book, my career, or me when if someone put a gun to your head, you wouldn’t be able to tell them the name of my book, let alone anything about it. My problem is the fact that I invited you all here to spend time with me, my boyfriend, and his family, all for you to ignore me for most of dinner. My problem is that you wax poetic about stories I wrote as a kid when, if you had ever bothered to read a single one of them, you would have seen a child writing herself into literally any other world and family to escape the pitiful one she had. I have a lot of problems, too many to list right now. But the common denominator in all of them is you two.” 

Everyone’s movements and side conversations halted at her outburst. The silence and her deep breaths were only interrupted by Michael’s brother accidentally dropping his fork against his dinner china, the loud clanging filling everyone’s ears as they stared at Raven and her father.

She was not one to start a scene or draw attention to herself. But she could not let any of this go on for another moment. 

“Baby… why don’t we take a break for a minute?” Michael asked, standing to pull her chair out. Raven knew that if she sat there for a minute longer, she’d lose whatever little composure she had left, so she forced herself to heed Michael’s advice. She wiped her lips and immediately threw her napkin down on the table to stand and leave. 

“Excuse me.” 

However, as she turned around, she heard her father’s voice. 

“I didn’t mean to cause an issue. I tried my best with her and Kiara but you know, some kids are just harder to handle than others.”

As soon as those words hit her ears, she exploded. Before she even realized it, she had returned to the table and was leaning over it yelling at her father. 

“‘You tried your best??’ YOU TRIED YOUR BEST? You never tried! All you’ve done is give the bare minimum and suffer through my presence like I’m was a fuckin’ pest you couldn’t get rid of!” 

“You think you can talk to me that way? I’m still your father! All I’ve ever done is love you and take care of you.” 

Raven scoffed, throwing her hands in the air. Michael shifted so he was standing behind her, an arm wrapped around her waist as if to stop her from jumping across the table. It was not that he thought she would actually do anything, baby girl did not seem like the scrapping type. But he prayed his presence would calm her down if nothing else. This was a side of her he had never seen before. He could not lie, it was kinda sexy, seeing her finally stick up for herself and be assertive. 

In a part of her brain that felt distant and detached, she could feel Michael’s presence, hear his soft whispers to calm down. And she knew and appreciated what he was trying to do: stop her from doing something she’d ultimately regret. But at that moment, she did not know if she wanted to be stopped.

“All you’ve ever done is give me scraps! Scraps of support, scraps of your attention, but not an ounce of your love or affection. All to punish me for the sin of being born.” She had always bought into her family’s narrative that she was to blame for what happened. But it was as if the small voice that nagged at her her entire life was finally roaring. This was not her fault. No part of it was. “You can’t be mad at God for that shitty situation and you won’t be mad at mom for making her choice. So for 30 years, I’ve endured you hating me because you needed someone to be mad at. When you ignored birthday after birthday and accomplishment after accomplishment and need after need, I persisted in trying to win your love and win your affection. When you threw me out and cut me off after one year of college, I dusted myself off and kept going. When you rebuffed every attempt to reconnect and build a new relationship, I kept reaching out, kept trying. When you ignored me on every holiday and at every visit and everything, I still showed up. And when you ask for everything I have despite not deserving a cent of it, I give it. Every single time. Even after I lost my book deal last year and my career and didn’t know how I was gonna pinch pennies together for rent, I put myself and my needs last to help you two every single fuckin’ time. And you both expect me to be gracious for scraps while I kill myself to give you the Sun, Moon and stars and you take and you take and you take without so much as a thank you.” Every ‘take’ punctured by her hand slamming down on the farm-style dining table. “It’s not enough and I refuse to spend the next 30 years pretending it is. I’m done!” 

“God, you’re such an embarrassment,” Kiara muttered. 

“Oh fuck you, Kiara!” She cried out. “You miserable, attention-seeking bitch. You can say whatever you want about me but unlike you, I made something of my life and I did it all on my own. Meanwhile, you float through life without a single responsibility or thing to your name that someone else didn’t give you. And you can’t stand the fact that my life, despite both of your best efforts, is better than yours.” 

“Wow. Nice to know how you really feel about your family.” 

“I’ve never had a family. You both made damn sure of that. You want me out of your lives so bad? Fine. I’m out. Let’s see how far both of you get without taking from me. Get out. Both of you.” 

Raven had no authority to kick someone out of a house that was not even hers but she could not hope to care. She knew Michael would not argue with her or lobby for them to stay after she just cussed them out six ways to Sunday in front of his entire family. 

“You can’t kick us out!” 

“Yes she can,” Michael piped up, speaking for the first time since the blow up began. 

The intense stare down continued before her father and sister angrily stood up and stalked to the door. 

“And Kiara!” Her sister stopped walking to turn around to her. “Say another word about me or my relationship to the media and I won’t hesitate to tell this entire world what a shitty person and sister you are. See how your friends like that story then.”

Her sister merely glared at her before stomping out of the house behind their father. As soon as she heard the door shut, Raven felt the adrenaline in her system crash and the weight of what just happened set in. 

What the fuck did you just do? And in front of Michael’s family? 

She let out a shaky breath as a wave of shame hit her. “U-Um… I am… I am s-so so so sorry,” she whispered. She rang her hands together, unable to make eye contact with anyone in the room. She had not felt this embarrassed in a long time. “I-I should go too.” She pulled herself away from Michael and tried to race toward the door, ignoring his calls for her to stay. However, before she could leave the dining room, Michael’s mom stopped her. 

She grabbed the young woman’s hands and patted them softly. 

“No, no you aren’t. No one leaves my table till dessert is over. You’re gonna sit and finish your pie with family.” 

The tears brimming in Raven’s eyes spilled over. 

“I-I’m sorry for r-ruining dinner.” 

The older woman laughed. “That ain’t the first blow up this family’s seen at a dinner table… won’t be the last. Go on and sit down.” 

She steered Raven’s body back into Michael’s arms who pulled back her chair for her to sit. She ate her pie in silence, conversation flowing with ease around her. The Jordans acted as if her meltdown was just par the course, though she knew they were likely just trying to make her feel better. But still, she appreciated it. Within 15 minutes of eating dessert, the mood across the table felt lighter and easier than it had all day. Raven calmed down enough to laugh and joke. By the end of several rounds of drinks and a very rowdy spades game to cap off the evening, Raven’s heart and soul also felt lighter than they had in years.  

However, that quickly ended when she and Michael finally retreated to his suite for the evening. She collapsed onto the edge of his bed and kicked off her shoes, her movements sluggish and slow as if the weight of what she had done was finally creeping on her now that she was alone. 

“I’m… alone,” she whispered to herself. 

“What?” Michael crouched down in front of her, her eyes misting over slightly as she realized the truth. 

“I’ve always been alone for the most part… after my grandma died. And I couldn’t keep a relationship going for long ever. It’s always just been… me. But it was ok because even though they were awful, I still had… family a-and there was still hope that it could be something. But now… now I have no one cause they’ll never come around after what I said to them.” She rubbed her eyes with the palm of her hand. “I don’t regret it, I was holding on to something that just wasn’t ever gonna be anything. But the dead weight was… something? Didn’t expect how empty I’d feel without it.” She sniffled and wiped her eyes. “It’s stupid,” she whispered. “Sorry.” She cleared her throat and stood up to walk to his bathroom. “Give me a minute to get my life together and then we can do what you actually pay me for and not this sad shit.”  

Michael watched as she dapped her eyes in the mirror to rid them of tears before she reached behind her and pulled down the zipper of her dress. She looked gorgeous, her body clad in another one of her lingerie sets from Paris. This one was a nude brown that perfectly matched her skin. He knew she was merely trying to use sex to move on and forget, and he would oblige. But he could not do so without saying one thing.

“You have me.” It was not a question, but a firm statement. A matter of fact statement that left no room for arguments or questions. 

Raven’s hands paused as she tried to fix her hair for a few minutes. She turned and smiled at him, closing the distance between them. 

“Yea I have you… But this’ll end and you’ll find the right girl for you and then…”she shook her head, not wanting to think about that: being alone or being without him. “Thank you… for today.” 

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Usually, Michael initiated their kisses and they were domineering, hurried and passionate. While this moment held the same passion, it was slow and measured, each second inching past them. And Raven used every second to convey what her simple thank you could not. She prayed he felt it and appreciated it, because at that moment, the small action was all she had left to give. She did not have the energy for grand speeches or words. 

She broke off their kiss and slid down to her knees, assuming the same position she did almost every time they had sex.

However, tonight, Michael decided he needed something different, that she needed something different. His finger gently lifted her chin so her eyes were on him.  

“You take care of me every time we have sex. Let me take care of you for once.” 

He did not let her question it as he helped her to her feet and led her to his bed, gently pushing her down. She let out a dramatic huff that made him chuckle. 

He stood over her for a moment, his eyes taking in the hills of her breasts, the soft panes of her stomach, her thick plush thighs. He often found himself just staring at her and this moment was no different, moments where he wanted to commit her beauty to memory, burn her image in his brain matter. 

“You are fuckin’ gorgeous,” he whispered. “You know how beautiful you are?” he asked as he sucked on the skin of her neck. 

She turned her head, giving him more access to the skin of her neck as he sucked and bit. She whimpered slightly as his kisses moved down her body, savoring the taste of her soft supple skin. He took his time, however, this felt completely different than when he teased her. Then, he was purposefully avoiding giving her what she wanted. Now, her moans created the roadmap he followed. His lips and hands lingered where she needed them to, only pausing to shower her with praises. As his kisses continued, Raven lost all control of her senses, of the world around her. Everything else, the pain and emotions of the day faded away as every thought in her mind and every cell in her physical body turned their focus on him.

“I love everything about you. The way you moan, the way you beg me for more, the face you make when I make you cum.”

“Michael, please,” she whimpered.  

He paused his ministrations and grasped her chin with a featherlike touch, her eyes focusing on him. 

“I’m gonna take care you, I promise. Always. Trust me.” He hoped that the look in his eyes conveyed the truth, that her pleasure was not the only part of her he would take care of. He would worship and care for her mind, body, and spirit. 

His fingers hooked into her lace panties and slid them off, settling between her plush thighs for his favorite meal of the day. Her eyes clenched shut as he spelled his adoration and love for her with his tongue on her clit. Michael had always been a generous lover but river always bent toward his pleasure. Every action, while it brought her pleasure, carried the reminder that it was not for her pleasure, it was for his. And she loved it, craved it, got off on it. It was one of the benefits of the arrangement to her. 

But it had been so long since she had had sex like this, where the river flowed toward her and only her, where someone was so committed to bringing her mind numbing pleasure and ensuring she knew she was cared for and safe. She knew why he was doing it, after seeing how unsafe she was with her own family. She knew it was not real but she could not close the gates to her heart fast enough and stop herself from feeling it, from enjoying it. Every touch was gentle and sweet and let her know she was safe in his arms, safe in his sanctuary. And even though she knew she could not stay there with him forever, she loved him even more for letting her in from the cold for a moment. 

Michael’s eyes never left her face as he devoured her, every moan, groan, and plea for mercy spurred him on. Her thighs clamped around his head as he pushed her farther and farther up her mountain to the peak of desire. He knew Raven’s body almost as well as he knew his own now, increasing his speed and efforts when he felt her legs shake and heard her moans grow louder. 

It did not take much longer for Raven to feel the snap of a powerful orgasm crash over her. She let out a continuous stream of praise and lewd words as she road those waves of sweet bliss. 

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me. Fuck, you taste so good.” He emerged from between her legs, kissing her deeply. 

He wrapped his arm around her waist and used his strength to hoist her farther up onto the bed. He placed her legs on his shoulders and lined himself up with her entrance. Raven offered him a raised eyebrow at the position choice, she could not remember the last time they did missionary on the bed like this. On creative surfaces, like tables? Sure. 

“I wanna look you in the eye when I make you cum. Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he whispered, Raven’s heart’s fluttering as she felt him fill her to the brim. 

“Fuckkkk,” she cried out as he drove into her deeply. Every stroke felt like heaven, a promised land he was so graciously sending her to. There was a vulnerability to the position that she had not expected, the way he looked at her with every thrust forward and retreat. 

“Look at me.” He demanded as her eyes fluttered closed. As soon as her eyes were trained on his, he uttered three words Raven never would have thought to hear from his lips. “I love you.” 

Raven was rendered speechless, her moans catching in her throat as she felt her stomach drop 100 stories. 

Did he say what I think he said? She thought to herself, her brain trying to cut through layers of pleasure fog to work properly. 

“You deserve the entire world, Rae. You deserve someone who’ll  give you this world… the sun, the moon, and the stars. And I don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve this. But I’ll spend everything I have, I’ll give everything I am to make sure you got it. I want more than an arrangement and six months with you… I want you, all of you, for as long as you’ll allow me.” 

His words directly clashed with the narrative she had in her mind, the seeds of doubt life and her family had sowed. And despite her heart begging her to scream the words back at him, those doubts stopped her. She heard his words but she did not believe them or rather, she could not believe them.  

She did love him, she was so in love with him. It was a devastating, beautiful, painful, once-in-a-lifetime sort of love she thought she would only read in the pages of love stories. But she felt it… every devastatingly beautiful moment of it every time she was in his presence, every time she felt his touch, every time he comforted her or looked into her eyes. 

But the words, those three precious words, were stuck in her throat. A barrier of fear and doubt, made even heavier by the events of the day, weighed them down. Instead of celebrating that the man she so desperately loved felt the same about her, she could only focus on how that just could not simply be true. The story she had built in her mind that she was not good enough, that she did not deserve him, that he could never love her, a part of her brain clung to it as a lifeline. She had given Michael this grand speech about living and falling but she could not do it herself. Because if she gave in and  allowed him to love her, truly love her, and then this was all a lie? That was the crash she did not think she could survive. She could handle her family hurting her. It knocked her down but she could always get back up again. But Michael? He would be her armageddon. If he hurt her, she would not get back up again. 

The avalanche was hurling toward her once again, only this time she was standing at the bottom without a barrier or way to outrun it. She was mere feet away from being swept up by it and all the emotion and vulnerability it brought in its wake. The day had just been too much, too heavy. And emotionally, she had not been prepared for any of the twists and turns the day had brought. She suddenly felt overwhelmed, so out of control of everything, particularly her emotions, the one thing she usually had under control. 

She felt tears sting the back of her eyes but she knew they were not good tears, the tears Michael usually induced during sex. No, these were entirely different. She quickly realized she needed a break, a moment. And the only thing in this world that she could control in this particular moment was the man above her. He was the catalyst every single time, the cannon blast that started the avalanche, that forced her to feel everything all at once. And she needed that to stop. She needed him to stop. 

“Wakanda…” she choked out, her voice as broken and small as she felt. 

She did not have a chance to repeat it as Michael immediately stopped his movements in mid stroke, his face stricken and concerned. 

“Shit.” He slid out of her without a second thought  and braced himself over her, shocked to find tears streaming down her face, her body trembling. He  immediately grabbed the blanket that was hanging half off the bed, wrapping her nude form tightly in it. “Hey, hey. You’re ok, you’re ok. You’re having a panic attack. Deep breaths for me.”

Raven curled into a small ball under the blanket, gasping for breath. Michael pressed her hand into his chest. 

“Focus on me, baby girl. That’s it. Deep breaths.” 

She closed her eyes and focused on the faint thumps of his heart in his chest, the way it rose and fell against her hand as she tried to sync up her breathing to his. He held tightly to her hand as she took long deep breaths. It felt like hours passed before either of them moved, before she felt calm enough to speak, but she knew it had likely only been a few minutes. 

“First a concussion,” she wiped her tears. “And now, a panic attack. I must be the worst woman you’ve ever had sex with,” she let out a watery chuckle. 

“Or the best?” he offered in a voice so gentle and quiet, it made a new set of tears well up in her eyes. She did not deserve him. “What happened? Did I hurt you?” 

She shook her head. “N-no, you d-didn’t. I j-just couldn’t… you can’t look at me l-like that o-or keep doing stuff l-like this. Pretending you love me just to make me feel b-better.” She shook her head rapidly. “I know you feel obligated to be g-gentle and shit when I’m having a bad day. But i-it’s just confusing. I know t-this isn’t real a-and I c-cant take anyone else pretending to love me or care about me when they r-really don’t.”  

“I’ve never done anything for you that I didn’t want to do, Raven. I’m not kind and gentle with you because I feel obligated. I’m kind and gentle because I want to be, because you deserve it. Do you find yourself so undeserving of all these things that it is that hard to believe that I’m in love with you? That I do all this shit for you because this is real to me??” 

“There’s no way that is true! You don’t love me!” She argued. 

“Yes I do!” 

Raven wanted to pull her hair out and scream at him. “Stop saying that! W-we are just fantasies to each other, Michael! P-playing a role that the other needs filled and j-just because the fantasy is nice, doesn’t mean I should kid myself into believing it is real. You’ll toss me aside as soon as this agreement is done because everything you feel is based on a fantasy!”

“You aren’t some fantasy to me, Raven!” 

“Fine! Not a fantasy! But everything we are is conditional… even you have to admit that. I mean we have a fuckin’ contract! Everything we are is based on me fulfilling those conditions! You can dress me up like a girlfriend but I know what I am when the cameras go away, Michael. I’m the girl you met in a hotel who was paid to fuck you!” 

He jumped off the bed and grabbed his phone, thrusting it into her hand. “Robert Pearson. Call him.” 

“W-who is that?” she asked, completely bewildered by the change in the conversation. 

“He’s one of the top reporters at TMZ. Call him, call him right now and tell him this whole thing is a fuckin’ sham. Hell, want me to start an Instagram live for you so you can tell the whole fucking world? I’ll do it.” 

She threw the phone back on the bed and stood up, wrapping the blanket around her like a dress. “I’m not gonna fucking call anyone or do that!” 

“But you could! That’s my point! You could call TMZ right now and tell him this whole thing was a sham, sell a fuckin’ tell all and I’d still love you. I’d honestly thank you for it because then I wouldn’t have to pretend I only love you because of some arrangement. I could admit that I love you for you. I love you for your vulnerability, your spirit, the fact that you give and you give and expect nothing in return and don’t even stop giving all of yourself when everyone else would. I love that you talk in fuckin’ sonnets and monologues. I love your relentless optimism and hope. I love your smile, the way you can’t look someone in the eye when they compliment you but it lights up your entire being. I love that you’ve got a wild imagination and you're quirky and funny and…” he threw his hands up in the air. “I. Love. You. I am in love with you. You can keep telling me to stop saying it, you can ignore it, pretend you don’t hear it, you can reject it. But it won’t change it. I love you. No conditions, no expectations. Just you for you. The question is do you love me?” he demanded. 

“It’s not that simple!” She tried to move around him but he blocked her way. She needed to get out of her, needed to escape this chaos. “Move, Michael.” 

“No! It is that simple. Do you love me? Forget everythin’ else. What you think you do and don’t deserve. Do. You. Love. Me?” 

“Of course, I fuckin’ love you!” she cried out. “I fell in love with you the morning I woke up with a concussion and you were sitting in my hospital room. I love you! But t-there’s… no one loves me like that. What you’re claiming to feel… no one feels that for me a-and there’s no way that you, a man who could get any one of the billions of women on this planet, would be the first. There’s no way you would settle for loving me.” She let out a deep sigh. “A-and my heart can’t take it… I can’t take the rejection and pain from people I love who don’t love me back anymore. I c-can’t. Which means I can’t believe that you love me. I’ve taken all I can take a-and if I accept that you love me, then I risk you rejecting o-or hurting me. And when you do, it’ll kill me.” The last word hung in the air as she sank down to the floor by his bed, her head buried in her hands. 

Michael settled down on the floor next to her, his hand grasping hers as he intertwined their fingers. There was so much to unpack in her words, so much that he knew he would not be able to convince her of or solve in one night. But there was one thing he knew he could assure her of right then and there. 

“There were a hundred ways I could’ve spun what happened between us that first night, hundreds of ways I could’ve dealt with you that would not have led us to this moment. But I chose the road I chose, not so I could have a body to use or fix a crisis. But because you stole my soul the moment you turned around in that hotel room. Loving you isn’t fuckin’ settling, it’s everythin’ I’ve wanted for damn near a decade but didn’t think I could have again. We’ve been standing on the edge of this cliff, waiting for the other to be ready to jump for months now. And I’m ready and you’re holdin’ on for dear fuckin’ life. I’m askin’ you to let go and trust that I won’t hurt you. I know that’s scary… shit I’m scared too. But I’m willing to jump if you are.” His thumb wiped away her falling tears before kissing her on the forehead. “I’m not lookin’ for an answer tonight, love. I know today… this week’s been a lot for you. I didn’t mean to add another thing on top of all the other shit, I just… needed you to know how I felt.” 

“Don’t… don’t apologize. I-I j-just got overwhelmed b-by everything. It’s been a day of unexpected emotional confessions,” she chuckled. “I…” she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I’m really scared. Scared of being hurt, scared of falling even more in love with you a-and another good thing being taken from me. B-But I want this for real with you too. I don’t wanna keep pretending what we have isn’t real when we know it is. If you’re ready to jump, so am I. And we can just be scaredy cats while we fall together?” 

He pulled her into his lap and pressed his lips to hers softly. “Not a fan of you callin’ me a  scaredy cat,” he teased. “But yea. I meant it when I told you, you’re safe with me. All of you. And I’ll do whatever I gotta do to make sure you believe that shit.” 

Her heart fluttered a bit. She knew he meant his words. If there was one thing she had always been with Michael, it was safe. And she adored that about him. 

“I love you,” she whispered. 

“I love the way that shit sounds. Say it again.” . 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” her lips tugged upward into a grin as he started peppering her face with kisses and having her repeat the phrase over and over again. He picked them both off the ground and continued kissing her and causing her to giggle as he placed her back in bed. 

He settled her under the covers and pulled her tightly into his arms. Their legs were quickly tangled in each other’s as she laid her head on his chest. They laid there in silence for a while before Raven sat up. As much as she enjoyed cuddling in his arms, Raven wanted more. Emboldened by their confessions of love, she pushed herself to her knees and straddled his hips. 

“You used your safe word. We ain’t gotta…” she pressed a finger to his lips stopping him. 

“I know what I want and need, Bakari,” she whispered, using his nickname, which was only reserved for family and close friends for the first time. Michael was not much of a crier but hearing his nickname on her lips made his heart skip one or two beats, made tears sting the back of his eyes.  “And I want you. You showed me how much you loved me… now let me show you.” She gave him a sly smirk before shifting between his legs to taste him. 

The pair lost track of how many times they moaned or screamed those three magic words to each other. But by the time they were finished, their bodies a tangled mess of limbs and bodily fluid, Raven knew, in her heart, that his words were true. And so she fell asleep nestled in his warm embrace, feeling true happiness with anther person for the first time in her life.

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A/N: The babes finally confessed their love for each other!!! Woohoo! How do you think our two lovebirds make the jump from fake romance to a real relationship? Thank you for reading! Drop a comment and let me know what you thought :)

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[pandenewie]

RULE FOUR: Don't Fall In Love

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Y/n and Niki kissed.

They kissed. On the mouth. And Niki has no one to talk to about it.

According to him and his stupid lie, he had his first kiss a month ago, with Y/n, watching the sunset. If he suddenly starts freaking out about his first kiss now, his friends will all know that he made the first one up and the whole lie will be revealed.

Niki momentarily considers confiding in Eunchae but the idea is short-lived after the quick realisation that she will rip him to shreds. In a dilemma, the boy turns to the only other person he would be even slightly vulnerable with - Kim Jongseob.

“I'm not giving you any more money, Riki. I told you, the school vending machines are overpriced and the Kit-Kats aren't even that good.” Jongseob sighs, trying to quicken his pace and out-walk Niki. Unfortunately, due to Niki's long legs, he catches up almost immediately.

“What? No, this isn't about that.” Niki shakes his head, grabbing Jongseob's arm and leading him in the opposite direction. “Dude? I've got flute practice!” Jongseob exclaims, only earning an eye roll from Niki. “Fuck your flute teacher, this is more important.”

As the rest of the students clear out and go home for the day, Niki pulls Jongseob to the side of one of the now empty corridors. “I need advice about Y/n.” He states plainly, causing Jongseob to look at him with a deadpan expression. “That’s what you wanted to talk about?” There’s an irritated tone to Jongseob’s question. “Can’t you ask Sunghoon or something? He’s literally in a relationship.” Niki scoffs at this suggestion. “Sunghoon gives the worst relationship advice known to man. Besides, he can’t know about this, so I figured I’d ask the next best person.” 

“I’ve never had a girlfriend?” Jongseob looks at Niki, puzzled. “That doesn’t matter, we’re talking about me, here.” Niki waves off, only adding to his friend’s confusion. “Okay… what did you need advice on?” 

Niki’s face heats up at the thought of what he’s about to admit to Jongseob. It’s not the fact that he hasn’t had his first kiss yet (or hadn’t until yesterday). But the fact that he is about to admit that his relationship is fake causes embarrassment to pool in the pit of his stomach. Still - he needs to talk to someone about this before his thoughts and feelings eat him alive.

“I kissed Y/n.” Niki blurts out, not sure how else to bring up the topic. Jongseob raises an eyebrow simply at Niki, “Okay? You guys are dating.” He states as if Niki had forgotten the fact. “Well… that’s the thing… we’re kinda not actually dating.”

Jongseob has never been more confused in his life. “My friends have been giving me shit for being single and I kinda snapped and told them that Y/n and I were together.” Niki admits. “Why the hell would you do that?” Jongseob asks, laughing slightly at his friend's stupidity. “I don’t know! You should know by now that I say shit without thinking.” Niki frowns, earning a sigh from Jongseob.

“Okay - so let me guess, you're freaking out because you're starting to catch feelings?” Jongseob reads Niki like a book, sighing when he sees Niki's sheepish smile. “You're insane.” He adds. “I don't need you to belittle me! I need you to tell me what to do.” Niki whines, stomping his foot like a child. “Just tell them! The worst that can happen is they don’t like you back and break up with you - well, fake break up. And that would have to happen eventually anyway since you can’t just pretend to date for the rest of your lives so, really, you have nothing to lose.” Jongseob attempts to reason.

It falls silent between the two as Niki takes in Jongseob’s words. “Don’t tell me you were considering fake dating Y/n for the rest of your life?” Jongseob asks, his eyes widening slightly. “I’d be lying if I said the thought hadn’t crossed my mind…” Niki mumbles, Jongseob releasing yet another sigh in response. “You’re hopeless, dude.”

To say Niki was surprised to see Y/n waiting outside his classroom before lunch would be an understatement. “Uh… hey Y/n, what are you doing here?” Niki asks, cringing at his awkwardness. Y/n’s eyebrows furrow at his question. “Aren’t we going to have lunch together?” They ask.

Lunch? Niki had completely forgotten about lunch. He assumed Y/n wouldn't even be talking to him today - let alone spending time with him like everything is completely normal.

“Oh.. haha, yeah. Slipped my mind for a second. Let me just grab my bag.” Niki laughs. “It's on your back.” Y/n points out, holding back their laughter as Niki's eyes widen. “Oh yeah… tricked ya!” He says, ruffling Y/n's hair before striding off down the hall.

Y/n quickly runs after him, slipping their hand into his once they've caught up. The action causes Niki's heartbeat to quicken - a simple touch sending his brain into overdrive. This is going to be a long lunch.

It's silent between the two when they finally sit down on the bleachers - their usual lunch spot. Without a word, Y/n pulls their hand from Niki's and begins eating their lunch. Sighing at the lost contact, Niki does the same.

“Look Y/n… I think we need to talk about-”

“I'm so sorry!”

Y/n cuts off Niki's sentence with their sudden outburst, causing the boy to turn to them, confused. Y/n's head is practically hung in shame as they look at Niki, a small frown on their lips. “We agreed to just kiss on the cheek and that's what you were doing but I turned at the last minute and practically stole your first kiss. I'm so sorry, Riki.”

Niki looks at Y/n, puzzled. “Uh… I'm not mad, Y/n. It was an accident.” Niki’s words do little to ease Y/n’s feelings. “Well, yeah, but it was your first kiss. And I just took it from you like it meant absolutely nothing. You were probably wanting to have it with someone really special.” Y/n mumbles. Niki finds it adorable how much meaning Y/n seems to put into a first kiss. He didn’t care nearly as much as they were making him out to. And besides, to him, he technically did have it with someone special - they just didn’t happen to know.

“Well… if we’re going by that logic, then I stole your first kiss as well. So we’re both to blame.” Niki shrugs. Trying to ease the atmosphere, Niki gently nudges Y/n with his shoulder. “Cheer up, it was an accident, Y/nnie.” Y/n laughs dryly, looking up at Niki for the first time throughout the entire conversation. “You’re right… we can just forget it happened.” They smile.

Wait. That’s not what Niki wanted.

“Haha. Yeah, right.”

“Okay… what happened?”

Y/n doesn’t know whether to be grateful or displeased with how easily Danielle knows them. She can pick up on any change in emotion - no matter how small. It’s great for when Y/n needs someone to talk to but not so much when there’s something on their mind that they don’t want to talk about.

Sighing, Y/n looks up at their friend. They know that the frustration is evident on their face, based on the way Danielle’s lips turn downwards into a slight pout. “Talk to me, Y/nnie.” She whispers, careful not to be caught talking by Mr Yoon.

“It’s complicated.” Y/n whispers back. Just as Danielle is about to ask further questions, the sound of someone clearing their throat snaps the two out of their bubble. They turn to see Mr Yoon standing next to their desk, a slightly disappointed look on his face as he looks down at them with a quirked brow.

“Y/n, you can tell Danielle all about your boyfriend later.” Mr Yoon jokes, causing Y/n’s face to burn bright red. “Now, unless you want me to join in on this little gossip session, I suggest you get back to work.” He adds, tapping the desk with his finger before walking back towards the front of the classroom.

The last 15 minutes of class feel like they drag on forever as Danielle continues to try and get information out of Y/n. However, scared of getting caught again by Mr Yoon, Y/n ignores her pleas.

Finally, the bell rings for the end of class and Danielle practically drags Y/n out of the room. “CODE RED, CHAE!” Danielle calls to their third friend as the two walk towards their usual table. Danielle pushes Y/n to sit next to Eunchae before sitting on their other side, successfully trapping Y/n between the two of them.

“I think it’s about N-I-K-I.” Danielle spells out. “You can say his name, Dani. He’s not a curse.” Y/n rolls their eyes, causing Danielle to shrug. “I’m just being careful; maybe you’re sensitive.”

“I’m confused.” Eunchae says, earning a sigh from Y/n. “You and me both.” It’s silent between the friends for a moment before Y/n finally relents, sharing everything that’s gone down with Niki.

“We kissed. It was an accident but it still happened. And now everything is weird.”

Well… that certainly wasn't what the girls were expecting. “Weird… how?” Danielle asks. “Like, not how we used to be. It’s like neither of us know how to act anymore.” Y/n sighs, earning a stifled laugh from Eunchae. “Oh my god, you guys are so hopeless, it's adorable.”

Y/n furrows their brows at their friends' words, their heads tilted in confusion. “What do you mean?” They ask. “You guys are acting weird because you like each other.” Eunchae points out, her words causing Y/n's face to immediately flush a bright red tint. “What? No, we don't-”

“Oh my God, you're right! The only thing separating the fake relationship from a real one was the kissing. Now that you guys have crossed that boundary, you found out that it's not really fake anymore and neither of you know what to do.” Danielle exclaims, clapping her hands as if she's just solved one of the world's greatest mysteries. “Uh.. I think the thing separating a fake and real relationship is the feelings.” Y/n replies, only to be waved off by their friends. “Don't play dumb, Y/n. Those are obviously there.”

“Think about it. What are either of you getting out of this? It's basically just a relationship trial run. Eunchae points out. “Okay, even if I did have a crush on Niki - there's no way he'd feel the same.” Y/n sighs. “Oh babe, you're blind.” Danielle laughs. “Do you think he just runs around, playing boyfriend for everyone?” 

“You can find out for yourself if you don't believe us.” Eunchae shrugs, causing Y/n to look at her confused. “Pay attention to how he acts around, what he says and does. Then you'll see.”

Y/n assumed Eunchae's words were a load of rubbish. Sure, Niki is sweet and all but there's no special treatment or obvious signs that point to him liking Y/n anymore than a friend.

That’s until Y/n sees him waiting outside their classroom, his school bag slung over one shoulder and another mysterious bag in his hand. Niki looks up with shining eyes as he hears y/n approaching.

“Are you ready to go to the library? I already grabbed all your art stuff.” Niki smiles, the action causing Y/n's heart to swell. “You grabbed all of it?” They ask in awe. Niki nods simply. “I might've forgotten something, though. You can check if you want.” He says, going to open the bag before Y/n stops him. “I'm sure I can use whatever you got. Thank you, Riki.” He smiles proudly at Y/n's words, readjusting the bag in his grip before the two start walking to the library.

Now that Eunchae has mentioned it, Y/n can’t help but pay attention to all the little things Niki does for them. The way he absolutely refuses to let them carry their own bag. How he makes them walk on the side of the path furthest from the road. Things they wouldn’t have even batted an eye at previously now cause their heart to flutter. Even the way he sits there, tapping away on his phone, Y/n can’t help but watch him in admiration.

“Y/n?”

The sudden call of their name snaps Y/n out of their thoughts. They look up to see Niki looking down at them, his head tilted slightly with confusion. “You were spacing out.” He speaks, gently poking the space between their eyebrows - his touch easing out the tension Y/n hadn’t even noticed was there.

Come on, Y/n. Get your act together!

Just one day ago, everything was perfectly fine between the two of them. Now, one kiss and some newly discovered feelings later, it’s as if Y/n has no idea how to speak to Niki. “Yeah… I’m fine. Just a little distracted is all.” Y/n mumbles. “You can’t think of what to draw?” Niki asks, his question causing Y/n to shake their head with a small pout. 

“Do you wanna watch me play Minecraft?” It’s an odd question - Y/n’s not entirely sure how it’s supposed to help. They find themself agreeing nonetheless, pulling their chair up next to Niki’s. “I’ll give you a tour of my world - maybe it’ll spark some creativity.” Niki says. Even the way he talks about Minecraft somehow gets them blushing.

As Niki begins to play, Y/n can’t help the way their body naturally gravitates towards his warmth. Is it cold in the library? Or is it just the already close proximity increasing Y/n’s need for physical contact? Either way, Y/n finds themself leaning closer to Niki, their head moving to gently lean on Niki’s shoulder as their eyes focus on the phone screen. Niki adjusts slightly in his seat, the movement causing Y/n to immediately pull away. Just as they’re about to mumble an apology, Niki’s hand moves up to gently cup the side of their head. Without looking away from his phone, Niki gently guides Y/n’s head to lay back on his shoulder, stroking their hair a few times before moving his hand to its original position.

Y/n has to stop themself from screaming out loud. They push themself further into Niki’s body, squishing their cheek against his shoulder to stop any noise from coming out. It also does wonders in hiding their blushing face, something they’re grateful Niki is not paying attention to at the moment. The two sit in silence, the only sound coming from Niki’s phone as he kills spiders or whatever the hell he’s doing. Y/n’s not paying much attention anymore - their mind overwhelmed with thoughts. However, through the hazy mess of feelings in their brain, there is one clear idea that keeps replaying over and over again.

Y/n likes Niki.

Y/n really likes Niki.

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[squishybin]

TXT's LOVE LANGUAGE

How i would classify txt's love languages.

YEONJUN - Physical Touch

I'm sorry but there is no doubt in my mind this man wouldn't have separation anxiety.

He doesn't give two shits about PDA if he wants to kiss you he will kiss you no matter who you guys are with or where you guys are at.

He finds comfort in hugging you or holding your hand since it reminds him that you are close to him.

Also likes to hold any part of your body when you're around men he doesn't know or men he doesn't trust to be around you.

Oh, and don't you dare swerve one of his kisses or he will literally grab your face and place butterfly kisses everywhere.

A hand around your waist is a MUST.

He of course prioritizes consent over anything. If he notices you're not in the mood to be touched he will refrain from doing so until you tell him directly or give him a sign.

Overall just a clingy baby who loves to be physically close to you.

SOOBIN - WORDS OF AFFIRMATION

Soobin ABSOLUTELY loves when you call him cute or praise him for literally just breathing so he does the same to you.

Always wants you to know that you are the most perfect human being he has ever had the privilege to be with.

Always calling you beautiful, even if you look like a spawn from satan to everyone else, to him you look gorgeous.

Finds it cute when you blush or get flustered when he says he loves you, it makes his heart melt.

Sometimes he isn't purposely making you blush, he just naturally says what is on his mind and since you are always on his mind, he is always complimenting you.

Strives for healthy communication and mutual support so he always makes sure you know he means everything he says.

You are PROHIBITED from saying anything bad about yourself because this man will probably give you a whole 10-minute speech about how wrong you are.

BEOMGYU - QUALITY TIME

Beomgyu is so romantic that it wouldn't surprise me if he took weeks to plan a date with you.

I don't think he would strive for anything expensive or flashy but rather an intimate, warm date that mostly involved listening to music, eating ramen, talking, and watching the sunset together.

And if he did go for an expensive date you know he had planned it for weeks, probably even months for it to be perfect.

He likes to hang out with you anytime he can and go on walks or go to some quiet place where you guys can just chill and talk.

You guys would probably facetime through the whole night and never get bored.

He finds it special to talk to you and do stuff with you because he just loves you so much all he wants to do is be in your presence forever.

Even if you guys have been a couple for a long time he would still feel butterflies in his stomach whenever he would ask you on a date.

100% would sometimes just come over to cuddle without saying anything, he just feels too comfortable with you he doesn't have to say anything.

TAEHYUN - ACTS OF SERVICE

This man loves spoiling you and making you feel special.

He has difficulty expressing his feelings using words so he prefers to demonstrate them.

He believes actions speak louder than words so even though sometimes he would try his best to communicate what he feels for you, he will ultimately resort to giving you acts of service.

He feels that if you're happy, he's happy so he will do anything and everything to keep you nice and comfy.

Taehyun is the type to observe you if ya'll go shopping and buy you anything he notices you like even a little.

He would remember every little thing in a conversation and always remind you that you can talk to him about ANYTHING. No matter how embarrassing.

He would also be the type to buy you chocolates and a heating pad if you're on your period, even if he doesn't quite fully understand what you're experiencing, he still tries his best to make sure you're 100% comfortable.

HUENING KAI - GIVING/RECEIVING GIFTS

He is the kind to go out and buy ANYTHING that reminded him of you, even if it was something "stupid"

He would probably DIY some shit and give it to you with the proudest smile that'll make your heart literally disintegrate.

Kai would probably be the "you want it, you got it" type. He loves seeing you happy and if that little irrelevant souvenir has you all giddy, you got it.

He loves when you put time and effort into his gifts, it makes him feel loved and appreciated so please keep doing it.

He thinks you look absolutely ADORABLE when you are so excited to give him something, it makes his heart burst.

Sometimes he doesn't even notice the gift at first, he just notices the thought behind it and how special it is to him just because YOU gave it to him.

He would probably go out and buy a custom plushie of you two and keep it in his room FOREVER and never let anything happen to it or else he would be devastated.

Puts his whole heart and soul into his gifts and makes sure it's everything you would ever want. (which it always is.)

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[ineffable-nerd]

Shock and surprise, I'm thinking about Good Omens season 2 again. (Spoilers under the cut, this is a long one).

Specifically the scene in episode 2 at the pub, where Crowley and Aziraphale are planning on how to get Nina and Maggie together.

And I thought it was interesting the verbage Crowley used to describe his plan.

"They get trapped under a canopy together by a storm, look into each other's eyes, and realize they were made for each other".

Obviously, we all know as an audience that Maggie and Nina's relationship is essentially Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship's mirror, with Maggie standing in for Aziraphale and Nina for Crowley.

We also know, as the audience, that Crowley immediately went with this scenario as the perfect romantic scene because it directly parallels the moment he fell in love with Aziraphale.

Which is why the last bit of that phrase struck me as odd.

"Made for each other" is such a... Human expression. It's not something that Crowley, who doesn't read often and couldn't even remember the expression "like water off a duck's back" in season 1, would use unless he meant it literally.

Especially in the context of his and Aziraphale's relationship? It's fishy.

And then I thought some more and realized that, inadvertently or not, Crowley did in fact mean it literally.

I had been thinking about Crowley's Fall a lot recently, and it always really struck me as odd.

Crowley, as has been established, Fell because he questioned God's judgement in destroying the universe after 6000 years. Sure, right, sounds like God. He's been a demon since.

Aziraphale on the other hand, who has remained an angel for millions of years... Hasn't crossed God that badly at all? Not once since the beginning of Creation?

Sure, She got mad about the sword, but like, Aziraphale has done things that angels very much are not allowed to do!

He was tempted, by a demon, to eat human food (which seemingly disgusts other angels). He regularly converses with said demon and has, on multiple occasions, allowed that demon to rescue and even thwart his attempts to bring Good into the world (which She very likely saw and didn't say anything about). For fuck's sake, he and that very demon worked together and stopped the end of the world, and their only punishment was to be destroyed which they both got the other out of (and again, if She really did want them both destroyed, She very much could have done it Herself).

So why didn't She? Why has Aziraphale somehow remained in God's good graces? Why have he and Crowley seemingly avoided Her wrath time after time after time?

I can't say for sure, but I have a feeling that it's part of, for lack of better terms, Her Ineffable Plan. She created Aziraphale and Crowley, forced Crowley out of Heaven, did away with him, and then put them both on Earth, for reasons I'm not entirely clear on and don't want to even begin to speculate on.

So, yes Crowley. It would be great if our two protagonists realized they were, with no exaggeration or metaphor, literally made for each other, wouldn't it?

But it's clear it has something that relies on Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship as a demon and an angel. She cast out Crowley for the minor-est offence the second She got the chance and now turns a blind eye to every single sin Aziraphale commits (and there are quite a lot of them, like. A shit ton. It's astounding) because She needs them to be on "opposite sides". I'd be willing to bet good money that She is the reason Aziraphale of all angels was the one passing by the nebula when Crowley was working on it. After all, it is awfully convenient that the only angel we know for certain would let slip something like "By the way your work is going to be meaningless in less than 10,000 years because God is going to destroy the universe" to the angel literally in charge of designing and creating that universe, who also coincidentally is one of the few, what, thousand angels that would be so ballsy as to say "I could run Heaven 1000 times better than God"?

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[crabonfire]

I’m usually on the tf2 spectrum of things… BUT HOLY SHIT MAN ITS THE SPECTACULAR SPODERMAN OH MY GAWD-

ehm. So i would like to request something! How about some Flash Thompson x shy around a lot of people reader? But reader is more happy/expressive with less people around??? and then they slowly realizing they are both falling in love hc’s? I’m sorry cuz like, Flash is so 💗💗💗

Tssm! Flash and a shy reader!

dawg I fucking love flash sm 😭 I love dumb jocks with big hearts (he's a little bit of a bitch but he's not thay bad guys)

character: Tssm Flash Thompson

note: ALSO I'm not a shy person myself??? I'm far from it actually lmfao but I'll try my best to write it

warnings: none :)!

♡Flash Thompson♡

• So he never noticed you, even after all your years of being in the same class with him but you never really stuck out. It wasn't until Hobie Brown introduced you to him, and he kind of found you cute.

But unfortunately at first he found you a bit boring. You didn't talk much, what was there to you anyway?

During social conversations in the group, you'd always just laugh or nod along, anytime you reply it'd be short or subtle. It wasn't until the both of you went home late after school that he decided to talk to you, walk with you home since you both lived on the same block.

• "Hey, uh, what's your name again?"

"Oh uh...Y/N."

"Right. Don't blame me for not remembering. you're like a wall when it comes to conversation."

He chuckled, then quieted down when he saw you didn't laugh along.

"Since I'm so nice, I'll walk you home. Your down this block too right?"

"Yeah."

"Knew it, I see you here a lot you know. Whyd you never talk to me?"

"...Well, uh..."

There's an awkward pause.

"...I don't know actually. Its hard to explain."

"Oh. Well, okay weirdo."

You turn to him again as you walk, with furrowed eyebrows, a little offended.

"What? I don't mean it in a bad way."

"Really? How is weirdo not a bad thing."

"Geez I don't know," He laughs, "I expected you to have some long answer, you paused for a long time I thought it was some deep geek stuff or something."

You smiled at that, finally a smile.

"...Your fault for assuming."

• The rest of the walk was surprisingly really nice, he spoke to you more over...Well, anything really! It was fun to talk to you, to his surprise. You had so much to say, it was such a different experience from when you'd just nod along to what the group said.

• "No way." Flash said, an amused grin on his face as you told him a story in such a dramatic way. Hands being used to convey more emphasis, making the mood feel like you guys have been friends forever.

You continued with a laugh, "Yeah! It was so funny, he literally walked around with a huge hole in his pants and the most serious expression on his face- like this!" You shifted your expression to something so incredibly stupid. He burst into laughter, echoing through the neighbourhood.

• From then you two really hit it off. Walking home alone became a regular thing, and he'd even ask you to more personal group things, something the others in the group would've never expected from an asshole like Flash.

• It wasn't until he became more touchy with you, having an arm wrapped around your shoulder to be more protective or looking at you and listening to intensely, is when they all realized he had the fattest crush on you.

And, they could also tell you felt the same way.

Because whenever you two were together, they'd see the way you'd laugh so loudly, grinning with the sweetest and most excited smile. Oh boy, you two were head over heels for each other.

"I guess you could say that was...un-EGGspected."

Flash snorted, shaking his head with a small smile. "That might be your worst joke yet, Y/N."

• When Sally saw that conversation she KNEW yall liked each other like it was so obvious Flash usually replies to bad jokes with Sarcastic remarks but he actually SNORTED at that.

• Randy approached him one day,

"So, when are you gonna ask them out?"

He grinned in confusion, "What? Them who?"

Randy smiled, "Y/N. You've hung around them a lot."

His cheeks went a little red, raising his shoulders defensively and laughing nervously.

"What? No way-I don't like them like that. They're a geek! I pity them."

Randy gave him a look, crossing his arms. It was quiet, Flash was putting the pieces together in his head. He can admit, you two have been spending a lot of time together, and yeah, he does love it whenever you laugh or smile at him with that cute grin, maybe he likes the way he can make you blush so easily when you guys are in big groups, and yeah maybe, he wants to kiss you.

Oh.

OH!

His eyes widened in realisation, making Randy crack a smile. He simply pat him on the shoulder, "Goodluck man. Hope they say yes." Then he walks away, leaving him standing there stiffly and unresponsive.

• I think you realized you liked him back when he would actually listen to you, and when he would tell you such sweet things without even realizing it. There would be moments where his voice was softer somehow, quieter, and he was so serious in these moments.

When you were upset over something he'd listen, a hand rubbing your back as you'd cry. He never knew how to deal with people that cried, so it always started out so awkward with him. But he'd listen, give you a hug, and actually help.

That's something he usually never did. Listen. He never listened to people, but it was you. Of course he'd listen.

• The fact he was an ass to most but really cared about you I guess...that's one of the things that made you fall for him.

But do you have enough confidence to tell him? And does he know you like him back?

♡♡♡

haha cliff hanger 🤣🤣🤣🤣‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️💯💯💯

if you wanna see the confession scene yall have to wait I got like 7 requests to get through 💀

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[nujins]

must be destiny [ ji changmin/q ] teaser

synopsis: you're sunwoo's younger cousin that just moved in with him and his family in seoul after an event that forced you out of your own home. after he lets you tag along with him on one of his hangouts with his friends, you find yourself becoming intrigued with a certain bright-eyed boy named changmin. little do you know, you've been in his radar for a while, and that this fateful chance was a sign for him that you were his long-lost "the one".

pairing: non!idol ji changmin (q) x non!idol fem!reader

warnings: cursing, suicidal jokes (it's very vague though)

taglist: open!... @inthesunnn @kyusqult @rksbae @deobiforever (if bold and italicized, the user cannot be tagged)

"Sunwoo, I'm going to die of boredom."

Your cousin rolled his eyes at your whining, pretty convinced that they might as well come out of his sockets at how much he's done it in the past hour. Truth be told, thanks to your constant comments and mindless rambling, he doesn't even remember a time when he didn't go through an entire day without rolling his eyes because of something you might've said or done.

"Then perish."

You huff, sitting up from your position slumped over the edge of your cousin's bed, having made a home within the comforts of his room, no matter how much he hated the idea that someone else was inside it, much less pestering him to no end. "Tried that, look where I am now."

Sunwoo turns his swivel chair towards your direction, "Annoying the shit out of me?"

"I don't know about you but I think that's my calling," You grin cheekily. He doesn't seem very amused when he rolled his eyes at your antics.

You were keeping count of his eye-rolling habits; that recent one he just did was the 87th... since half an hour ago.

He suddenly stands up, reaching for his phone which had just vibrated on his studying desk. The screen lit up and you noted how the corner of your cousin's lips lifted in the slightest.

You craned your neck, "Is that Chanhee?"

"Yeah, sure..." He typed something on his phone, probably replying to the text, before clicking the power button and reaching over to knock your head with it. "And call him 'oppa', alright? He's older than you, and it's disrespectful not to."

Still hissing at the thump you'd just received, you glared at the boy, now already preoccupied with his phone again, "He told me not to, dickhead. Besides, it's weird, I never call anyone that."

"That's because you're a brat."

"I never even call you that! And you're like, I don't know, 60-something?"

Sunwoo fake-gasps, lifting his gaze from the device in his hands and towards his cousin, expression filled with exaggerated offense, "I'm literally a year older than you!"

Dropping back onto his bed, you sigh dramatically, "It seems like only yesterday you were developing scoliosis, old man. Time does fly. Now you're having delusions."

Rolling his eyes (for the 88th time! Wow, he's setting records), he sends you a middle finger before ruffling his hair and putting on a cap he took from beside his mirror. It's not until he started heading towards the door did you start piecing two and two together.

Driven by curiosity (because it's not like you care whether he was gonna leave you alone or anything like that), you prop yourself up on your arms, "Where're you going?"

"Out."

His answer was clipped. Short, you decided, too short. So he wasn't just going out, he was going to be with someone else, or maybe other people, if he had any friends besides Chanhee.

You hum, but remain unsatisfied, "Alright. Out where?"

"None of your business, nosy," He retorts, before opening the door and shutting it behind him in a hurry.

Really, he shouldn't have been too sure that you were just going to leave it at that. Especially because aside from your stubborn inquisitiveness, you also had a knack for taking people by surprise.

"Oh so you're going to be with your hypothetical friends, then."

He's never jumped so high out of fright before when your voice interrupts his silent journey down the stairs. He was certain he would've fallen down all the remaining eight flights if you hadn't grabbed a hold of his hoodie.

Swiveling to seethe at you, Sunwoo was only met with genuine interest present on your features. Even so, he was annoyed. Annoyed and just recently recovering from a near heart attack. "What the fuck, Y/N!?"

You grinned, "Hm, you're not denying it."

"Jesus Christ, don't creep up on people for stupid shit!" He nearly yells, but remembers that it was a weekend so his mom was at home, busying herself in the kitchen. "Yes, I'm going out, and I have friends, they're not "hypothetical" or some shit."

"You say shit a lot," You note, teasingly, but cut him off once he started to fume and open his mouth to tell you off again. "I wanna come with."

There was a short silence before he turns, decides, and start walking away, "No."

"But—"

"No "but's", nosy, you're not coming with me to watch sweaty ass men play basketball," The two of your reach the kitchen where your aunt, Sunwoo's mother, was already waiting as she busied herself with the dishes she was preparing for dinner.

You let out a triumphant 'Aha!' as your cousin opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of water, "You're going out to play basketball! That's great, I love basketball!"

Sunwoo sends you a flat look, taking a big gulp from his bottle before replying, "Be for real, Y/N. You've always said you hated it since we were kids."

"Maybe I had a change of heart!"

"You're literally a magnet for loose balls, dude, didn't you get hit with a ball five times in just one quarter?"

"I want to spend some quality time with my beloved cousin...?" You try again.

He rolls his eyes, "If you don't stop—"

"Kim Sunwoo," You could hear the warning in your aunt's voice as she cuts him off with his name. Turning to the woman, her firm grip on the spatula and the sharp look she was giving her son was probably enough to convince the boy. "Take your cousin out with you to have fun. Didn't you hear she wants to spend time with you?"

"But she doesn't, Mom," He tries to appeal, vexed by the fact that his mother couldn't even see how conniving your smile has become and how mischief was practically written on your face. "She's just going to annoy me and my friends!"

Your aunt tutted, "No more excuses, young man, you two head out now. There's visitors coming."

"Oh, I see. That's why you want us out now, huh?" It was getting increasingly hard not to laugh at Sunwoo's disbelieving and betrayed tone.

She rolled her eyes and just shooed you both, "Enough blabbing, go! Stay out until 10 to 10:30ish, okay?"

At least now you knew where Sunwoo got his attitude from.

"You know, mothers usually take the responsible road and act a bit more parent-like with their children and nieces."

The woman only smiled sickeningly saccharine, "How fortunate that you landed on someone like me, ain't it?"

It's only then that you realize how she had already pushed you both out of the kitchen. As your aunt returns back to cooking, you and your cousin turn to each other, expressions highly contrasting.

As exasperated as someone could get, Sunwoo sighs reluctantly, "Have you got your stuff?"

You raise your phone with a wide grin, more enthusiastic about going out to meet new people than the boy before you, "This is all I need."

"... Fine." Too bemused of the situation to say anything else, he starts to lead the way out of the house and toward the start of something (or someone) you yourself didn't even know how you got into.

author's note: hi guys! sorry it took so long to update, i'm swarmed with school works and club activities as it is nearing the end of the school year. i hope this teaser suffices 🙏🏼 yes, changmin hasn't made an appearance, yes you can boo me for that, but i wanted to show y/n's dynamic with her cousin first and foremost because i'm a sucker for familial relationships between characters. prologue will hopefully be posted soon if i have time to rewrite the whole thing so until then, you can go and make requests for any tbz, zb1, en-, lesserafim, & aespa members you want! my asks are open :) hope you enjoyed reading this, and stay tuned!

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[moongothic]

I want to preface this by saying that this is meant to be kind of a shitpost. I just. The thought passed my mind. I laughed at it. Thought about it again, laughed some more and I just had to get it out of my system. So here we are

So when I read the myth of Toyotama Hime I did start to wonder if it could be used as fuel for the Crocodad Fire, the myth being about Toyotama coming from Ryuugyuu Castle to give birth on land etc. And in One Piece, we do have that very castle on Fishman Island. Which isn't surprising or anything, Oda getting inspo/names from various mythologies is nothing new by a long shot, and it's unlikely you could somehow tie Crocodile to Fishman Island through that myth. Like Toyotama coming "from the ocean" could just be turned into "Crocodile coming from the sea as a pirate", doesn't have to be deeper than that

But then I thought

...Do we actually know Crocodile isn't part-merman

Like. You see--

We know half-merfolk-half-humans do keep their fishtails like full-merfolk (see Charlotte Praline), and we know that while mermaids split their tails after 30, mermen never do. So between that and us having The Most Scandalous Feet Pics of Sir Crocodile (from the jailbreak cover story), well, we know he has basic ass human feet, so we know for certain he can't be half-merman

But also

Chimney is 1/4th mermaid. The only mermaid features she inherited from her grandmother were her hair color and her being a "good swimmer". Chimney is part-mermaid, and she has human feet

Like the only thing that could debunk this idea (based on what we know about Chimney) would be if Crocodile was a shit swimmer, but he's a Devil Fruit user so of course he can't fucking swim. So we have literally nothing to prove or debunk the idea.

So like

You've heard of "Crocodile is Whitebeard's bio-son" You've heard of "Crocodile is the missing Kuja Empress" You've even heard of "Crocodile is Xebec's son".

So how about

"Crocodile is 1/4th merman"

Why the fuck not

But the funny thing is

Not only would it weirdly explain why the fuck our beloved Sand Man Who Can't Fucking Swim is named after an animal known for swimming (like OP has weird fucking names, see; Smoker, Baby 5, Monkey D. Dragon, etc. What bugs me about Crocodile is the slightly contradictatory theming, but if he was named "Crocodile" by his merfolk parents, suddenly, it kind of works)

But also like. We know Crocodile fucking Hates the Government. And to be fair, there's plenty of reasons for anyone to hate the World Government, you don't need a personal grudge to hate them.

But if he had merfolk parents (who might be stuck living on the surface because they wouldn't have been able to get their child to Fishman Island without someone essentially delivering him there, 'cause he wouldn't have been able to just SWIM there), then there's a genuinely possibility said parent(s) could've ended up getting caught and turned into slaves. And boy would that give someone A Personal Fucking Grudge Against The Government

But also, due to the in-universe discrimination against merfolk, if Crocodile was part-merman it could mean he could've been harassed for it since a young age, or worse yet, could've become a target for slavers if anybody found out. And somehow, having to hide that part about his heritage would work really well into his trust issues

Not to mention, after escaping Impel Down, Croc and Jinbei have this brief convo (that turns racist) where Croc expresses his surprise over Jinbei being able to summon fish, having thought only merfolk could do that. Of course, Croc being a seasoned pirate and all you could totally expect him to like know about mermaid legends etc, but him having no knowledge about Fishmen is a bit odd. Especially because we know he's been to the New World, so you'd think he must've gone to Fishman Island at least once before? Although, his former Shichibukai Rights probably would've allowed him to cross over the Red Line through Marijois instead of having to pass through Fishman Island, but regardless, it's odd, is it not? But if Crocodile did have merfolk parents whom he got separated from at a young age?? Maybe he learned a thing or two about that side of his family, but never enough?? And then having to hide that side of his heritage could've left him just estranged????

Also IDK if it's worth anything but in the cover stories, we were introduced to our first mermaid Camie at the tail end of Alabasta, while the Miss Goldenweek coverstory ran during Water 7 where we meet Kokoro and Chimney. IDK it's a funny coincidence

I just

Could you fucking imagine

How fucking insane would that be, if Crocodile was part-merman

#Moon posting #Sir Crocodile #OP Meta #Long post #This has been sitting in my drafts for over two weeks I need to yeet this out these drafts need to be fucking cleared #The worst part is that because this has been sitting in my drafts for so long the joke became an unironic headcanon #Help #But just to reiterate this again: I AM NOT SERIOUSLY SUGGESTING THIS. NOT A SERIOUS THEORY AT ALL #It'd just be The Right Type of Insane that if it happened in canon I'd just be like ''okay sure let's fucking go'' #Also not gonna lie I feel like this'd be more plausible in canon than Crocodile being a former slave himself #Sidenote: No I don't think this'd be The Secret Ivankov was willing to blackmail him with (he's still trans (to me)) #This could just be another layer in the Onion of Trust Issues that Crocodile is #Right between the ''not doing gender right as a kid'' and ''getting humbled by WB'' and ''betrayed by his crew'' and the divorce #It makes sense in my mind. Thematically it would make sense #Unrelated I 100% want Crocodile to be his birthname. Don't want him to have a deadname at all.

[zuleyhasposts]

Stand By Your Man (Negan/Reader)

Chapter Eleven - Fool Me.

ou started to walk back and forth in your room, wondering how you managed to have such patience to not destroy something. The reflection in the tiny mirror you got made you stop for a brief second. You couldn’t believe the raging expression you had on your face. It was a long time ago when you felt this type of rage in your body, and the motivations were completely different. If liking someone was including suffering in this way, you started to hate it.

“They made a fool out of me.” You said, while your eyes were still glued on the reflection in the mirror.

You couldn’t understand what was going on, but you were sure you were a victim in this mess. Before you have a great time with Negan, then Sherry comes by and starts to cry in front of you because she doesn’t want to lose her privileges, Negan kisses you - and you underlined in your mind that he was the one asking for the second kiss - and decided to get Sherry back because you didn’t want to do more with him.

You felt like a damn fool because you thought that the kisses you shared with Negan was evidence of the withdrawal he was feeling from ignoring his wives. They both gained from it and you knew it.

You couldn’t give him what he wanted and he found another way to get it. It was the same for Sherry and in all this shit what she needed to do was waiting.

A part of you felt selfish, telling you that you had no right to get angry when you told him to pretend that nothing happened. You were jealous that he actually moved on easily, in a matter of hours, and you probably needed to wait who knows how much for it to pass.

You shook your head again in disapproval for the way you acted. You got so overwhelmed with these new feelings that you forgot to stay with your feet on the ground. Negan was still Negan, the leader of the Saviors, and you were just someone that worked for him. Nothing more.

You decided that the day was already over - even if it was, in fact - and didn’t think twice to fall asleep. It was almost like you were getting used to this mess between you and Negan, but this time you promised yourself to be different. You wouldn’t have let everything repeating itself like a fucking cycle, if you cared about your feelings and your mental health.

When the light was finally turned off, you closed your eyes. Before falling asleep your last thought went to Negan and you prayed that the dreams wouldn’t have been about it.

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When Negan’s door opened, he actually wished it was you coming in. But it wasn’t you, it was Simon.

He looked around, not really surprised to not see your presence with him. He knew that his boss would have fucked up everything again. “She’s not here,” Simon said while he sat on the leather couch, “did she leave early?”

“She didn’t fucking come.” Negan said, while he was staring at a random corner of his room. He was the one who invited Sherry again and he still was surprised that you didn’t come, even if he knew you would have seen them together. In his mind he looked like a fucking joke.

“Did you really think that she would have come?” Simon laughed, “you literally fucked Sherry again after all the shit she put you into. I don’t understand you.”

Negan didn’t understand himself either. Not only Sherry said to him that he couldn’t care for somebody because he would have made them suffer, but he decided to pick her up again, making her think that she was something he needed when she clearly wasn’t.

“She fucking told me that we had to pretend that nothing happened.” And so he did, he pretended that nothing happened for both of them; but the reason wasn’t only this one, there was also the problem of his caring side that he wanted to erase forever.

“You stopped fucking around a long time ago,” Simon pointed out, “since you both barely knew each other. Don’t try to say this shit now to justify yourself.”

For a moment Negan remembered when he thought you had a crush on Simon, or vice versa. He also remembered asking a random worker here - what was his name? Edgar? No…Edmund? Well, he didn’t fucking care of his name - to follow you both during an expedition and to listen all of your conversation. Even if it happened twice, Negan thought it would have been another problem he needed to take care of.

If you discovered this, the temporary distance between you and him would have changed into a permanent one. He couldn’t make this happen.

“Does it fucking matter now? I did this for her too, Simon. In this way she will pass over it faster.”

Simon sighed, looking at Negan. “In this way she will think of you as a fucking piece of shit and she won’t to do anything with you no more. It’s a matter of time.”

“It won’t happen.” Negan said, without looking at Simon.

“You fucking know it will,” he stood up from the couch, reaching the door, “if you want, tomorrow I will ask her again to meet you. If she will come, you’re lucky. If I come, you’re fucking not lucky at all.”

Negan nodded, while he watched Simon leaving his room. He licked his lower lip and his hand was in his hair, thinking that Simon was right: there was the high chance that you wouldn’t have come either tomorrow. He knew you saw him and Sherry, in a way or another, and this was why you decided to not meet him. It was his plan, but he was still unsatisfied with it.

Negan felt like an incoherent bastard, making the same mistakes of his past without realizing it. He didn’t want to admit that Sherry was right, but he felt that whatever decision he would have made, it led to making you hurt anyways.

He still was hoping for tomorrow to come and to bring you with it, but he knew that Simon would have been the one entering.

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The morning came by and you felt surprised by yourself to find the strength to wake and get up from your bed. Even if the night before looked like a full trip to hell and back, you made it alive. Your heart was still aching from all the events you experienced on your skin these days, but you remembered Simon’s words. It will pass.

Your job that morning was to be a guard of the gates of the Sanctuary, nothing too difficult. It made you laugh how at the beginning you wanted to be always outside, doing risky and complicated stuff, while now you changed your mind. Being outside while everything was calm definitely helped you.

You took it as a good sign that Negan didn’t say anything about you not coming. You thought probably your absence didn’t change his mood or his plans, and in a way you were almost grateful for it. Not meeting him meant a faster way to heal, you hoped.

Simon looked at you from the distance, sighing at the idea to be a messenger for you and Negan. He started to walk over you, while some people started to greet him as he passed by.

You didn’t notice Simon until his hand was on your shoulder.

“Ehy, Simon,” you smiled at him, “how are you?”

Your smile wasn’t fake and you were actually happy to see Simon. You knew he was worried about you, even if he smiled back.

“I’m actually fine,” he said while he looked around, “but I know what you did last night.”

You sighed, feeling already your calm mood to crumble. “What do you mean?”

He looked at you, “I know you didn’t go to Negan.”

You weren’t surprised. They were friends and it was obvious that they had to talk about you; at the end, it was Simon yesterday who told you that Negan wanted to see you.

“And?” You crossed your arms.

“Well, he still wants to see you, now. I can take your spot here while you will go and talk to him.”

You almost laughed. “No, Simon, you won’t take my spot, and you want to know why? Because I won’t go and see Negan, especially after what happened yesterday. He has company he can lead on. I’m sorry to make you back and forth because of us, but you can tell him that I’m not fucking interested.”

No, you didn’t mean all of that, but you still had to pretend you did. Even if you wanted to see Negan, it would have been fair for you. Your body was almost shaking with adrenaline from what you told Simon.

“Don’t play with the fire, sweet cheeks. You know what a pain in the ass Negan can be.”

“It’s not my problem anymore.”

“Your jealousy won’t make it any better.”

“Still, not my problem anymore. And don’t forget to adding the “fuck” in what you should say to Negan from me.”

“Fuckin’ A, I will tell him after I finish my stuff.” Simon gave you one last worried look before leaving you with your guarding job.

You didn’t look back at your friend, instead you kept your gaze still on the gates. You ignored the little tears in the corner of your eyes. You still promised yourself to heal from all of this.

When you felt another hand on your shoulder, you thought it was Simon coming back again to try to change your mind, but it wasn’t him. It was Edward.

You moved yourself away harshly from that touch, looking at him confused. Nobody ever tried to be this confidential with you, you gave this permission to Simon and lately to Negan, but no one else.

“Who are you? And who do you think you are to touch me like that?”

Edward opened his mouth in surprise, not expecting this reaction from you. “Uhmー don’t you remember me? We went outside together once, with your friend, Simon.”

He smiled and all you thought in that moment was that he was creepy. You took some time before actually remembering him; he was the guy you were suspicious of when you and Simon went out for the first time. You didn’t catch him after that until now, of course your suspicious feeling was still there.

“Oh, yes, I remember you,” you said while your grip on the shotgun got tighter, “but don’t you see I’m busy? What do you want?”

“Well, IーI thought that maybe we could spend some time together and get to know each other, you know? Maybe weー”

You raised an eyebrow at what he was saying, cutting him off before he kept going. “No, I’m really not interested. I’m sorry.”

“Oh…” he looked down, clenching his fists behind him, in a way to not make you notice, “oh! It’s okayーI really didn’t want to bother you, Iーdon’t worry anyways, forget what I said.”

You gave him one strange look before completely ignoring him. Your sixth sense was actually right, because Edward was a very strange type. In reality, he didn’t need to get to know you, because he already knew everything. It was creepy to imagine someone stalking you because you were interesting from his point of view, but there he is. For Edward it was funny how everything started: he didn’t get interested in you until Negan asked him to see whatever was going on between you and that mustache man named Simon.

He hated Negan and Simon, because they both could get your attention, while Edward was invisible in your eyes. You didn’t even remember his face until now! Going back to his room, Edward promised himself that, in a way or another, he would have got a chance with you; even if it meant using the rough way.

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Simon noticed Negan’s disappointed expression when he was the one entering his room. He sighed when he understood that Simon was there to tell him not good news.

“What did she say?” Negan’s tone didn’t hide all of his disappointment, he couldn’t deny the fact that he was pissed off.

“Are you really sure you want to know?” Simon said, while he grabbed a bottle of whisky and a glass because sitting on the couch.

“Just fucking say it.” His hand was already massaging the part of his head that hurt.

“Well,” he knew that was about to say was going to make Negan furious, “she told me that she wasn’t fucking interested to meet you, and she underlined the fucking part.”

“She said what?” He couldn’t believe the man in front of him.

“After what you did,” Simon kept drinking, “did you really think that she would have respected you still? You have to be fucking kidding me, man.”

“Where is she now?”

Simon looked at the clock on the wall. “I think that her turn is over now, probably she’s in her room.”

In a few seconds Negan grabbed Lucille and walked out of his room. He couldn’t handle a sort of disrespect - that he actually deserved - from you. If you were so fucking uninterested to talk to him, you could say it directly to his face because he was coming for you.

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[mixedkid-matchup]

you do not have to answer this!! I'm using you to confess my dubious feelings for the Percy Jackson series bc you also expressed like some weird feelings about it, and I kind of thought the series was untouchable bc of how much everyone I see fawns over it, and I have GOT to get this off my chest to someone who might get what I'm saying. But I have major issues with the writing/premise/series bc it's just feels so deeply colonized and it's bothered me since it FIRST came out and everyone in middle school and high school was reading it and teachers were assigning it. Like the whole premise for the Greek gods being in the US is that they follow Western "progress" and it completely disregards all the amazing things Indigenous did and our way of life, and also removes the importance of place-based culture for both Greek stories and Native peoples (like okay all the Greek stuff moved to the U.S. but wth happened to all our spiritual figures?? The story completelya cts like Native people weren't here and didn't have complex beliefs and ways of life connected to the land, and the gods were just free to take over here with no issues). As a mixed Indigenous kid it just rubs me wrong in all the worst ways and the academic systems love affair with Greek and Roman stuff and Rick Riordan's sheer popularity has been forcing this stuff in my face foreveeeerrrr 😭😭 I was surprised to see your tags about the fandom being weird before too tho since I don't interact with it, so I hope you don't mind this ask and just know I kinda feel the same way!! Ok thanks bye sorry for the rant.

BRO I HAVE HAD THIS RANT ON HAND FOR A LONG TIME ITS OKAY!!!!!!!!!

I THINK IF HEARD ABOUT THIS ACTUALLY. but you explained it way better. like when i first read percy jackson ok fine i was 11, i obviously caught onto the ableism and such but i did not catch onto this until i thought about it when i got older. you're super right. the whole thing about ww2 being caused by demigods was the weirdest shit ever i literally did not remember reading it until i read lightning thief again last year. why did hitler need to be child of hades. THAT IS QUITE LITERALLY HOW PERCY DESCRIBES HADES WHEN HE SEES HIM. LOOKING LIKE HITLER. then what you're saying how they move with the places that are the most progressive and basically take over..... like it's just ..... incredibly misplaced and insensitive.

but about the fandom being weird (its literally encouraged by riordan's book tbh), in heroes of olympus, hazel is a black girl from lousiana in the 1930s?? or 40s idk anyways i think she dies and then nico brings her back. whatever, everyone draws her lightskin and with orange hair, and super skinny, (which she's from louisana. shes darkskin and does not have "caramel" hair i hate white men sometimes.) and shes like 13 btw and in a relationship with frank whos like 16. weird as hell and everyone thinks theyre so sweet. and also rick cannot write meaningful young women. and especially not girls of color. like its WEIRD how piper is portrayed as some pick me girl she constantly feels the need to express shes not like the Aphrodite girls. and rick had to make it weird with aphrodite anyway by making them a whole stereotype of snobby boys and girls who love putting on makeup. they had drew, an asian girl & counselor of aphrodite, straight up mean to piper bc she likes jason. like for no other reason. drew only wants to participate and go on the quest because of jason. and other stereotypes like making leo, latine, be super flirty.

and lets really talk about how annoying annabeth was about the blondes are dumb stereotype because, girl we can talk about misogyny and people not letting you do things because of it, but lets also talk about how you are TWELVE, and the blonde stereotype is tired. i never liked annabeth, she was really tone deaf as someone whos half black. OH AND FRANK. they had this weird ass arc where they implied he was fat because of lack of confidence? like when he got confident he, lost weight... because of a blessing of mars? i dont even know.

like as i get older its more and more annoying to see it. i literally rolled my eyes when i saw rick talking about colorblind casting when people got mad about annabeth. he could of said anything else. how this could reconceptualize annabeth's arc around misogyny and now racism. and purposely alter her character to fit this new black annabeth. but no. people treat colorblind casting as a pinnacle of progressiveness.

#theres probably other stuff i didnt hit like the way the girls are literally fighting over jason for no reason #anyway in carter and sadie's situation its more of. like. no research. #like sure genetics are crazy but like. sadie is not gonna have straight blonde hair #shes not gonna have blue eyes 9/10 #and people are WEIRD ABOUT IT #draw her with brown eyes and tan skin and curls before i lose my mind #also again. shes like 13 and in a relationship with a 16 yr old #its so weird how they make the black girls in weird age difference relationships #also. how carter is drawn with black features and brown skin and curly hair but they dont extend that to his sister. #its weird. why do black girls have to be lightskin. #mixed matchup tag

[golbrocklovely]

idk if you’ve seen but kong pham just uploaded a podcast with snc

it was filmed months ago though i’m pretty sure because it seems like it was before colby did chemo?

anyway around 37 minutes in colby talks about how he had a break down and just cried about everything last year and it shocked me i can’t lie… i hope it made him feel better though

yeah it was filmed back in april right before colby went thru chemo. i was a bit confused as to why sam never mentioned kat and him breaking up, and now it makes sense since they didn't announce they broke up until may (even tho they had broken up back in march) lol

and yes, it was really shocking to hear about colby breaking down, but also at the same time…. it makes total sense. a lot of us on here have been saying for a long time that last year was a really rough time for colby. the later half of the year was just a shit storm for so many reasons towards him, he himself even said he wasn't feeling his best at the time, and it makes so much sense that he would have had a break down finally after years of holding everything in.

i might be making a controversial opinion here, but everyone hear me out before you jump down my throat: while snc both get hate for extremely dumb things, colby is the one that takes it the hardest, and also gets it the worse. sam, at the very least, seems like he doesn't let it bother him. i think bc so many ppl give him love and support, he's able to push the negativity away. but colby, whether he'll ever admit to it or not, can't do that - even with all the love he gets. he doesn't let things go as much as sam does.

and it makes total sense to me. colby wants everyone to like him. and i get that. i was the same way for a very long time. it's hard when someone starts to hate you for whatever reason. you want to prove them wrong, and you'll do anything to be in their good graces again, only to realize… did you ever even care that much in the first place. opinions affect colby on a deeper level bc he wants to be seen as a good person. and he is. but when you have other ppl shitting on you, for example, for tweeting out about international women's day or that your facial hair is ugly or literally judging you for every girl you put yourself near, and it's CONSTANT…. you're eventually gonna snap. tbh, i'm surprised colby hasn't completely removed himself from twitter and insta altogether just bc of the hate those sites have given him for the past couple years.

2020-21 were the worst times to be a fan, so i can ONLY IMAGINE how terrible it was for colby, who was getting the brute force of it. i remember the disgusting death threat he got. he left twitter for like over a week, and then never returned to that site the same. that's why the balcony tweets stopped. and then when he lost his journal, one of the only ways he's ever been able to express himself deeply, ppl cheered about it in the replies. and some of those ppl were fans of ppl he was friends with.

sam gets hate, sure. i won't deny that ever. but colby… it is truly unlike anything i've ever seen in all my years of being online. and i swear the ppl that send him mean shit, it's like they know it hurts him and revel in it. he gets called out for every fuck up, even if sam has done the same, bc ppl know he'll actually feel guilty and apologize for it. they want to see him break, i truly believe that.

#ask #personal #colby brock

[lavender-spice]

i can help, you know

steve harrington x fem!afab!reader smut

minors and ageless blogs please wander elsewhere

steve catches you off guard with an offer during your rant about sexual fulfillment (or a lack thereof, that is)

warnings: smut, p in v, oral and fingering (f receiving), choking, roughish sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, dom!steve, degradation, use of the word “cunt” in the literal sense

my first post on tumblr in a long long time !!

mobile user so sorry if the formatting is wonky, hope you enjoy!

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“and he left! just like that.” you huffed.

you’re sitting on your bed across from steve, angrily retelling the horrors of your last hookup. the guy was a prick- not only did he chase his own high and leave, he had taken you on a terrible date beforehand too.

it’s been routine since senior year- you or steve have a hookup every now and then, and the next day or so you digress on it. was it great? terrible? you seem to get lucky with the short end of things. guys are duds- especially the ones that somehow find their way into your pants.

“you can’t seem to catch a break can you?” steve states, watching as your shoulders slump.

“i don’t get it. whenever we have these talks you’re always gushing about how great your sex was- and then i’m always here complaining because not a single man has made me come in the last five months! it’s ridiculous.” you curse, leaning back into your pillows. steve continues to look at you blankly, sitting criss-cross at the opposite end of the bed, hunched over and resting his chin on his hands. “steve?” you ask, raising an eyebrow at his thoughtful expression.

“well-“ he begins, sitting up. “i think that may be a bit of an exaggeration there, y/n. i don't gush over my one night stands- and when i do it’s for good reason. i don’t mean to toot my own horn…but the especially good ones i’m doing most of the work.” he ends with a smirk, and you scoff.

“i do the work in most of ‘em too! i rode that guy’s dick a couple weeks ago and i still didn’t cum- what if there’s just something wrong with me?” he rolls his eyes at you, pausing before he opens his mouth.

“i’ll tell you what. tell me to shut up or leave if i’m being insane, alright?” with furrowed eyebrows, you sit up and scoot closer to him. “how about i help you?” you think about his proposal for a second. “help me…get off?” he nods slowly, taking in your expression.

“hey if i’m being crazy tell me! i’m just tired of hearing about every time a guy has disappointed you with his dick for like, the last lifetime- i’m just saying that i could help you out.”

“you’re saying you can make me cum.” you simplify.

“precisely.”

it doesn’t take you long to nod in agreement, and steve is just a little surprised. you aren’t. your response was quick with little hesitation for a reason. you trust steve with your life, if battles with otherworldly creatures weren’t enough to prove so- that being said you also trust him with this. he’s a good looking guy and your best friend, and from what you’ve heard, from the man himself too, he’s got some skill in the sheets too- so why not?

he sputters some “so, um, uh”’s for a second, not knowing where to start before you crash your lips into his, effectively shutting him up. you both melt into the kiss, relishing in the familiar- yet forgien feeling of one another.

you’re straddling his lap, and for a while you’re just rocking against one another, tongues fighting sloppily as you feel his cock harden beneath you.

he starts traveling lower, lips messily kissing down your neck. he tugs on the bottom of your shirt, breaking away so you can tug it over your head and throw it to the side. he pauses, breath hitching at the sight of your naked chest.

“you gonna fuck me or are you just gonna stare harrington?” you taunt, jumping when he delivers a smack to your ass.

“not gonna do shit if you keep running that mouth of yours.” he rasps, continuing to suck marks into your neck. you’re taken aback and incredibly turned on from his response- this isn’t your steve anymore. well, it is, obviously- but he’s not laughing and goofy, he’s got dark, lust filled eyes and a low voice that makes you impossibly wet. he’s touching you how you’ve only dreamed he would, your imagination only a fraction of how good he’s making you feel.

his shirt is off next, then your pants, until you’re both left in your underwear. he’s just kicked his jeans off, standing at the foot of the bed. he places a hand on your knee, turning to look at your face.

“are you completely sure you want this? we can stop if you want.” he double checks and suddenly, just for a second, he’s the steve you’ve always known.

“i’m sure, steve. i’m okay with it all, just please touch me.” you feel desperate and a little pathetic begging for him to touch you like this, but that all goes away when he’s then on his knees, prying your thighs apart and dragging a teasing finger over your clothed pussy. you jerk ever so slightly and he chuckles.

“those guys touch you at all, baby?” he teases, prompting you to roll your eyes. they do, you’ve had guys lapping at your cunt during a handful of hookups, the thing is none of them are steve harrington, who’s got you all hot and bothered from a little kissing and a single touch to your core.

he makes a show out of tugging your panties off, and when he’s finally done he lets out a low whistle. he leans back to take a good look at your cunt, and you can’t help but feel shy, instinctively closing your legs a little.

“nuh uh, keep those legs spread nice and wide for me baby. gotta see that pretty pussy before i fuck it up, don’t i?” his words make your face heat up as you place your hand over your mouth, lips resting on your nails.

he traces one finger around your cunt a few times before dragging it up your slit from the bottom, spreading your lips apart. he teases your hole, smirking at your reaction. he’s prodding without slipping a finger inside of you, which drives you mad.

“so wet from a little kissing- makes me think you’re thinking about something else. what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he’s dipping his head down when he’s done talking, latching his lips onto your clit as he slips two fingers into your heat.

“fuck- just-“ you cut yourself off, you feel embarrassed to say what he wants- as if he’s not mouthing at your cunt right now.

he stops almost as soon as he starts, looking up at you expectantly.

“well? what are you thinking about? ‘m not gonna keep going till you tell me baby.”

“god, steve please-“

“use your words.” you grow antsy, clenching around his stilled fingers as you tell him what just boosts his ego more.

“i was thinking about you fucking me-“ he goes back to sucking your clit when you begin to talk, making getting words out much more difficult. “you, we, fuck-“

“i was what? hmm?” he hums against you, eliciting a soft moan. his fingers piston in and out of you quickly, his sucking harsh on your clit.

“you were f-fucking me hard, making me c-cum” you stutter, feeling the tension building in your abdomen. your fantasy plays out in your head as you retell it, and that combined with the delicious curl of steve’s fingers tips you over the edge as your orgasam hits you like a bag of bricks. he pulls his fingers out of you, causing you to buck your hips up from sensitivity.

“i’m gonna make sure you cum again, gonna make sure you’re all fucked out by the time i’m done” he coos, standing up and sliding his boxers down. his cock springs up against his stomach and your eyes widen. you’ve heard the rumors, obviously, but seeing it yourself was something else.

“gonna fuck you now baby, that okay?” you nod eagerly, and he wraps his hands around your thighs. your ass nearly hangs off the bed as you wait for him to fuck you stupid. he gives his cock a few pumps, before dragging it across your slit a couple times, spreading precum in your folds. he hisses when the top catches on your puffy clit, before he’s slowly sliding into your cunt, both moaning earnestly at the stretch.

“oh fuck steve..” you whimper. he’s leaving over top of you now, giving you the opportunity to press feathery kisses along his shoulders. he pauses when he’s fully sheathed inside you, letting you adjust.

when you give him the okay to move he’s setting a steady pace, angling up just enough to hit your gspot perfectly with each hard thrust. your moaning out his name, whimpering from his rough movements as he manhandles you.

he’s standing now, having grabbed one of your legs and slung it over his shoulder, allowing him to fuck intj you deeper.

“fuck..so good for me y/n. such a good girl yeah? gonna make you cum so hard..make you forget about all those guys who couldn’t treat you right.” he murmurs, punctuating each quick thrust of his cock.

“‘m gonna cum-“ you whine out,

“hold it for me baby- fuck. wanna cum with you- feel you tight around me.” you nod, and it only takes him three more thrusts before he’s rubbing your clit with rapid fingers, egging you to cum. “c’mon pretty girl make a mess on my cock-“

your second orgasm feels more brain shattering than the last, accompanied by a pornographic moan. steve finishes deep inside your cunt, slumping over you. you hold him close as you both come down from your highs, taking in one another.

after a while he’s pulling out of you, going to grab a cloth to clean you both up, but not before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. you can’t help but think it’s ever so slightly too intimate for the relationship you have, not that you mind.

soon, you’re both snuggled up in fresh sheets, showered and in new clothes. the tv is playing some random show you aren’t paying attention to, too absorbed in your own light conversation.

“told you i could make you cum.” he jokes. you shove him with a tired smile, rolling your eyes playfully.

“yeah yeah whatever. but seriously that sex was good, really good- thank you.”

“no need to thank me, i’ll always help you out.” he tucks a piece of hair behind you ear and presses another kiss to your forehead. again, oddly intimate, but you’ll deal with that in the morning. for now, you’re just going to snuggle even closer to steve and let yourself drift off to sleep.

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Nancy’s brows go together when she sees her brother’s face. “Mike?” she asks and takes a step towards the foyer.

“Not now!” he screeches at her, before opening the closet door and shoving Max inside. She’s surprised to find that it’s a walk-in closet, like a little tiny room with shelves and hangers stuffed with shoes and coats. Max absently wonders what it’s like to be able to afford to have multiple coats and shoes.

“Mike what the fuck are you doing?” She asks grumpily, and then Mike is turning her around, gripping her tightly by two shoulders and pushing her against the wall. Her head spins a little in the dim light and she realizes that Gareth’s liquor has officially kicked in.

Mike’s face is mere inches from hers and she squirms under his grip, but then pauses when she sees his expression. His brow is turned up nervously and his eyes are wide. “Max,” Her name is breathless and anxious on his lips. He smells like musk and the clean cotton scent of whatever bar of soap he uses.

“I am freaking out!” he says, squeezing her shoulders a little more in his grip. “Like completely freaking out!!”

He presses his lips into a tight line and stares at her like she’s supposed to have some sort of solution for him. How the hell is she supposed to do that when she herself has barely made it twenty minutes into this party?

Mike spins around, gesturing wildly with his hands as he talks to the dark. “Will is just…out there, and he’s gonna be like—swimming— in a bathing suit —and I already screwed up because I completely forgot my bathing suit, so that ideas out. And like—what if I can’t get him alone? What if I finally say something and he like– rejects me ?” Mike turns back around at her then, taking hold of her shoulders anew. His eyes search hers wildly. “ Then he’ll know. He’ll know that I’m a queer and what if he tells everyone?”

Every one of Max’s nerve endings is singed and her mind is racing and Mike will not shut up and he’s starting to make her freak out!

Enough !

Max shrugs his hands off of her and swipes her hand across Mike’s cheek in a swift slap. It’s not too hard, but enough to get his attention. “Mike!” she scream-whispers. “Will you fucking stop! I am going to lose my shit!”

As if she’s brought him out of a trance Mike suddenly slackens and sighs. “Oh my God, you’re right. I’m so sorry.” He brushes his hair out of his face and frowns.

Max tentatively rubs the muscle of his arm in what she hopes is comforting. “Hey,” she says, softer. “It’s going to be fine. You somehow keep forgetting that you guys are like, best friends?! Even if it doesn’t go the way you want, you really think that Will would say shit to anyone?” She crosses her arms and looks up at him like a parent giving a lecture.

“Since when has Will ever spilled one of his friend’s secrets? I mean—he physically cannot lie—he gets all wiggly and weird—and he knows what it’s like to be different and bullied. Just like you. Why would he spread something around that will just make your life harder? I don't even think Will would do that to someone he hated. Besides—-you also keep forgetting the fact that Will has literally never had a girlfriend or even the hint of a girlfriend and generally looks at you like you can walk on water or something.”

She makes a face. “ It’s actually disgusting. ”

Max’s heart clenches happily when she sees the slight tug on the corner of Mike’s lips. He smiles gently. Thank God.

Mike nods. “No, you’re totally right.” The coiled tension he’d been holding tight in his shoulders releases, and the closet suddenly feels way less claustrophobic.

“I’m always right,” she says matter-of-factly. That makes Mike grin, dark eyes shining with relief and thanks. “Yeah,” he says, rolling his eyes. “I am starting to realize that.”

They stand there for a long minute, both settling their hearts back to a normal pace, and then Mike looks up at her. “Drink?” he asks, eyebrows raised up in question.

Max nods. “Definitely.”

They sneak out of the closet and saunter into the very large, state of the art kitchen, where it’s really crowded and kids are packed around where food and drinks are laid out. Nancy and Steve catch sight of them again, Jonathan having disappeared off into the masses. Nancy looks at her brother and then at Max, her expression peculiar.

“What were you guys doing?”

Mike shrugs casually, but his voice is too high when he answers. “Nothing. Just conspiring.”

Steve looks at Nancy, now also very confused. “Conspiring for what?”

And nosy apparently.

Mike’s face pinches in annoyance. He squints at them. “World Domination. What the fuck , why do you care ?”

Before Nancy and Mike can get into it Max speaks up. “We’re just in need of a drink.”

Steve gestures to the corner counter by the fridge where there are bottles and bottles of all different kinds of cheap liquor and wine.

“Be my guest,” he says, his tone slightly annoyed. God, she just wishes Mike could go in a room for once in his life and not piss someone off. She shoots him a nasty glare like a five year old, then smiles at Nancy and Steve.

“Thank you!” she chirps politely, grabbing a fistful of Mike’s stupid white t-shirt and pulling him violently behind her. He could have put a little more effort into his appearance, Jesus.

They arrive at the makeshift bar and mix themselves drinks. She takes a long sip of hers, a lot of clear liquor but a little extra sweet to make it go down easier. She holds her glass up to him.

“Stick to the plan,” she toasts.

Mike cheers back and smiles warily as if he’s just agreed to go off to war or something. “Stick to the plan.”

Chapter 4: the party (Part 1) of The Pact

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'Mac the Knifed

First off, don't call the schmaltz police on me but I want to thank everyone who's liked/reblogged etc. my silly MK1 posts. They were a catharsis of sorts during last month that was the absolute shits for me. After giving the finger to the trainwreck that was MK11 (and my account having been inactive for a long time with also so many of my Tumblr buddies leaving), I've liked most of the bits and pieces of the MK1 story I've seen so far. The game's been out for almost a month now and we all naturally have opinions galore on how our beloved character(s) were treated (Rep fans, raise a glass). The last time I've actually played an MK game was 1999, so for me it's all about the story.

On to the topic at hand. Discussion of our Man of the Hour is under the cut.

For me the biggest revelation, naturally, was the surprising role that Ermac played in the story mode. Yes, he's still suppressed by NRS Brand Plot Armor™, but after nearly two entire decades Boon and company FINALLY got the damn message that fans still fondly remember his Deception storyline to this day.

And did they throw us a bone. The connection again with Kenshi and the resulting TK Bros moment with the rockslide, him again taking out five characters without breaking a sweat (including hand-to-hand combat; yes!!), and him again fighting Ashrah.

Most of all, he was actually important to the plot this time around, FINALLY making Jerrod frickin' relevant and — call it guilt by association if you will — made characters that I've never really cared for like Sindel and Mileena actually likable (and Ms. Useless herself, Tanya, a bit more tolerable), and this is coming from someone who was never a fan of his MK9 ending. I did have an issue with the large gap between chapters in which he appears, which in turn made his revelation as Jerrod seem somewhat rushed, but it's — to use a favorite expression of mine — complaining about the color of the couch in the mansion. Definitely a 9/10.

And despite all this...it's gone relatively ignored so far because people still won't quit bitching about his design.

Well, get the hell over it. His MK11 look is not happening. He's not a ninja anymore. And it's now clear as crystal why he's not masked. (I guess I'll be pedantic myself and say maybe he should've been masked after his creation and then taken it off when Jerrod took over.) It's already been three months since it was revealed, it was ONE shot in a trailer, and it looks far better in action. The same people constantly griping about Ermac looking like a mummy back in MKX are now going completely apeshit because more of his skin is showing this time around. Pick one or the other, folks. Can't we just put this crap aside and focus on his having a strong role in an NRS-era MK story mode for the first time?

Veering off topic a bit, but I've realized something else recently. Ermac went from a nonexistent glitch to having a badass distinctive symbol (his Deception chest design that's a mainstay to this day) and an iconic catchphrase. Other than Scorpion, who the hell else in MK can boast that? Maybe one or the other, but not both. (Plus, the telekinesis will never not be sexy.)

That's so much marketing potential for NRS but since Ermac is not either of The Big Two, they've elected to sit on their hands. What a damn shame. Hell, a spinoff game featuring the Outworld Six based on Kotal Kahn's ending (the best in MKX), with them squaring off against a maniacal Raiden to reclaim their realm, would've done wonders for their characters and been the GREATEST thing ever. It of course had a snowball's chance of happening but just as a fan of these guys it literally hurts thinking about the wasted potential.

Thank you for listening. The collection plate will now be passed around.

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Apocalypse

PART 5

Pairing: Winchester!Reader x Negan (ft. Sam x Dean)

Summary: The more time you spend with Negan, the more you begin to see the human behind the monster. But even still, you're determined to find a way out of The Sanctuary with your brothers.

Warning: Some strong language.

A/N: Just want to say thank you to everyone who's been following this series. And thank you to the person who requested it to begin with. I hope you're enjoying it so far because I'm definitely enjoying writing it!

"Want a drink?" Negan asked you as he poured himself a glass of whiskey, inviting you to sit down across from where he sat on the couch.

"Why not." You shrugged, sitting down in the chair across from him. As much as you disliked him, you were hardly one to turn down a free glass of whiskey.

He smirked at you then as he poured the alcohol into a glass, pushing it towards you. "Well I have to say, I'm surprised you didn't just spit in my face and pour this bottle all over me."

"I still don't like you." You reminded him, taking a swig from your glass. "I just wanted a drink."

"You'll warm to me eventually."

You scoffed, sitting forward. "Are you really that arrogant? I will never warm to you. You're literally keeping me here against my will."

"Well you should just be grateful I'm not keeping you in a cell."

"Screw you."

He chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "You have gotta stop with that foul mouth of yours cuz sooner or later, I'm gonna start feelin' things...if you know what I mean."

This was torture, you couldn't stay here. It was sickening being in Negan's presence, especially when he was hitting on you every five minutes. It was literally like having your dad hit on you, and it was disgusting.

So you were going to find a way out of here.

***

You felt uneasy as you stared out the window of Negan's room, watching the people stationed at the gate. It wouldn't be impossible to get out of the building but since Negan had taken all your weapons, you'd never get past those men. Not to mention you'd have to find a way to get to Sam and Dean. If you left on your own they'd kill them.

"You plottin' your escape?" You suddenly heard Negan behind you.

"Just...looking." You excused, still keeping your gaze fixed out the window. "I'm just not used to being in a world like this."

"Well you're safe here."

"I'd hardly call this place safe." You said, turning to face him. "As long as I'm with you I'll never be safe."

"You know, I'm not the evil guy you make me out to be."

"That's a joke, right?"

He just stared at you from across the room. He wasn't joking.

"Negan, I've been here for what, a month now? And I've seen what you're like. You threaten people and you use them. You don't give a shit about anybody but yourself. You're disgusting."

"Alright...I'll let you have that." He said, his usual smug smile disappearing now as looked at you. "But if you keep that up-"

"You'll what, kill me?"

"You better watch your mouth." He warned, stepping closer to you now.

"When's this gonna end, Negan? Are you just gonna hold me hostage forever? Because if that's the case then please, kill me."

He didn't say anything then as he sat down on the couch. You stood there in silence for a moment, just watching him as he sat there staring at his feet. You thought he almost looked remorseful. But you'd been around him long enough now that you knew it was probably an act.

"Have you always been like this?" You asked him, remaining where you were at the window.

He looked up at you then. "Like what?"

"An asshole."

"That really how you see me?"

You shrugged. "How else am I gonna see you? You used me to control my brothers...and you enjoyed it."

"I do everything for a reason." He tried to tell you, his expression serious as he looked at you. "I never do anything without cause."

"I don't wanna be here Negan, neither do Sam and Dean."

"Well I'm sorry, but you gotta see I'm doing you a favour."

"Whatever."

As much as you hated Negan for keeping you here, you were beginning to see a slither of humanity. But you weren't about to believe he had good intentions. You didn't want to.

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