#why in all the hells do i always end up in stupid awkward situations like this instead of normal awkward situations???

[suicide-bullet]

female reader and jake, halloween (i know it was so long ago but i wanted to do this) , if the description doesn't match you, feel free to change it up!!

strangers to lovers, cheating, cliche at the end!!!

the air between y/n and her boyfriend, kristian, was thick. the awkward silence making her squirm in her seat. the pair were on the way to a halloween party. they were sid vicious and nancy spungen, quite fitting to them. y/n and kristian were toxic, all of their friends knew it. hell, even y/n knew it. but she wouldn't leave him, she was too in love with him. no matter what he did, she'd still love him. as the couple arrived at the party, y/n rushed in, dragging herself over to the drinks. she picked up a random cup, downing the liquid inside. "what the fuck, y/n? do you even know what was in that. are you fucking stupid?"

"no. why does it matter?" she questioned, shrugging her shoulders. "because you don't know what was in it, y/n. god do you have any common sense?" he began to get agitated with his girlfriend, like he always did. tears pricked her eyes, as her face screwed up. "what the fuck, kristian." she commented, spinning around, and dragging herself away from the situation. "i'm not even going to deal with your shit tonight, come back to me when you're not being such a brat." he yelled, walking off to make himself a drink.

meanwhile, y/n walked throughout the large house, her boots thudding against the wooden flooring. her hair stuck to her forehead as it was so motherfucking hot. the smell of sweat, sex, alcohol, and drugs was enough to make her heave, but somehow comforted her simultaneously. she eventually, found an empty couch to sit down on, gripping her red, plastic cup full of vodka in her right hand. she sighed, looking around the room, at the multiple couples practically fucking right in front of her. her heart ached, at the thought of her boyfriend being accompanied by another girl, another nancy.

she felt the couch dip down next to her, turning her head, to be faced with a black haired man, he had a black leather jacket on, a graphic tee, black jeans, combat boots, and a black studded belt. "you good?" he questioned the blonde girl, she nodded, taking a swig from her cup. "nancy spungen?" the man questioned. y/n smiled and nodded, "how'd you know?" she asked in response. the man shrugged, "i don't know man, you kinda look like her."

y/n gasped, "no i do not. do not compare me to her, she is beautiful." the man laughed, "you do! it's the hair, and just like your overall face." y/n blushed, flashing him that million dollar smile. "you matchin' with someone, a sid vicious?" he questioned, y/n nodded. "my boyfriend." she sighed. the man furrowed his brows, "you don't seem happy about that, how come?"

she took a sip from her cup, rearranging how she sat, so she could fully see the man. fuck he was beautiful. he had beautiful brown eyes, and his arms were covered in tattoos. "it's just. we're really toxic, and i don't know what to do. people tell me to just leave him, but i love him, you know? and it's destroying me. i always wonder what i could do to make us happy again, like we used to be." the man nodded, "i get that. but if it's destroying you, then it's not love. with the right person, you don't have to work so hard to be happy, it just happens."

"i don't know what to do, fuck." she groaned, placing her head in her hands. he sighed, "don't worry about it now, just have a good time. it's halloween, nancy." she looked up, smiling. "my name isn't nancy, dipshit." he grinned, "then what is your name?" she hesitated, "y/n l/n."

"y/n l/n, what a pretty name, for an even prettier girl." he complimented, she laughed, making his stomach fill up with butterflies. "that was so cheesy. what about you mr therapist, what's your name?" he smiled down at the girl, "well how do ya do ma'am, my name is jake." jake replied in a southern accent, making her cackle, her laugh now making his eyes widen. "your laugh is fucking crazy, dude."

'mr bright side' by the killers, began playing on the speakers. y/n rushed her from her seat, her mouth falling agape. "oh my god, jake. you have to dance with me, i fucking love this song!" she exclaimed, grabbing his large hands, interlocking them with hers. jake laughed, "i don't dance." she shook her head, "you do now!" she yelled over the music.

she dragged him to where everyone else was, screaming the lyrics in his face. he laughed, she laughed. it was perfect, all the thoughts inside her head were quiet. she was at peace. jake didn't believe in love at first sight, neither did y/n. but fuck jake wanted her, he wanted her so bad. she was beautiful, the way her blonde curls bounced, the way she spun around, her brown eyes locking him in a trance.

his eyes flickered around her face, from her dark red lips and back to her eyes. the song slowed to a hault, turning into a slow, romantic melody. she smiled up at the boy, placing her hands on his shoulders. "feel like i'm in a fuckin' movie." jake admitted, placing his hands on her waist, they fit just right. a flush crept up on her face, keeping her head down.

"don't look away, please." he asked, she smiled, looking up at him, scanning his face for any kind of rejection. jake was in complete and utter awe. she looked as if she had been sculpted by angels, he wanted to sit and map out every single part of her body, for hours.

as the music stopped, she frowned. she wanted to stay like that with him forever, it was perfect. "you know, for someone who doesn't dance, you're pretty damn good." jake rolled his eyes, "you're only saying that cause you think i'm beautiful." he flicked his hair, making y/n laugh. "you are." she smiled up at him, her pupils blown with lust. she gawked at him, searching his face for anything and everything. the two talked for hours, about random ass things. their favourite food, their favourite shows, fuck anything you can name, they talked about it.

"what time is it?" y/n questioned, to which he replied, "2 am." she sighed, "i think i should get home. it's pretty late, and i have work in the morning." jake knew this moment was going to happen, he was dreading it, he just didn't know it would be so soon. "shit, yeah. you need a ride?" he offered, hoping she would say yes, and he could spend more time with her. "i would, but you know, kristian. i need to find him." she informed him with a clearly tired look on her face.

fuck he forgot about him, "i'll help you find him, don't want you getting lost." jake smiled, grabbing the girls hand. y/n took the lead, dragging jake throughout the house, looking for her boyfriends head of hair. she peered into an empty room, spotting what seemed to be a couple making out, but that hair looked too familiar. a melancholy feeling filled the air, a dry, sharp feeling engulfed her throat, all she could do was stare. "what is it, what's the matter?" jake questioned, leaning down to her level, pulling her to face him.

"it's kristian." she mumbled, a devastated look on her face. tears pricked her eyes, jake felt his heart wrench for the girl. "come on, let's go." he spoke, wrapping his arm around her, embracing her in his touch. sobs racked throughout her body, he just wanted to hold her, to let her know everything would be okay. "is it okay if we go to my place? i don't know where you live, sweetheart." he asked her, opening his car door, and buckling her seatbelt. she nodded, wiping her eyes. he had only known her a couple of hours, but it broke his heart to see her like this.

he sped off, wanting to be able to make sure she was okay as soon as possible. she winded her window down, the cold breeze hit her skin, drying the tears on her face. jake wanted so badly to admire her, to watch the beautiful girl sat next to him. but he also didn't want to crash. jake pulled up to his house surprisingly fast, getting out and opening her car door. her mascara and eyeshadow was all smudged down her face as the two walked into his house.

a much smaller man, with dark hair and piercings looked y/n up and down, his face screwing up. "shit, jake. what did you do to her, dude?" jake flipped him off, "shut the fuck up, go to your room." the man rolled his eyes, walking away. the house was empty but full, it smelt weirdly tropical, almost fruity with a tinge of marijuana. "listen, y/n," he started, pulling her down next to him, facing her.

"you deserve someone who's gonna treat you like you matter everyday, not just when it's convenient for them. you deserve someone who texts you boring little details of their day, just so they have a reason to talk to you. staying in a relationship just because you love somebody is not worth it. love is not all you need. respect is what you need. time is what you need. reassurance is what you need. happiness is what you need, a best friend is what you need. you deserve someone who chooses to make you a priority because they value you, they understand you and they want you. not some fuckin' asshole who doesn't see this beautiful, amazing, thoughtful girl right in front of him. if he's okay with losing you, stop fighting."

his words sunk deep into her wounds, all her past memories and thoughts of her relationship simply shattering. we cannot sit and stare at our wounds forever, we must move on.

"thankyou." she sobbed, wrapping her arms around him, he held her as she cried, littering kisses all over her face and neck. "he never deserved you." he was an unexpected surprise, the defining moment. the collision of starts that slammed into her hard and sent her neat little world plummeting into the ocean, jake was going to fix that. he was going to recollect the pieces, and puzzle them back together.

he knew from the moment he met her, he wanted her, and he was going to get her.

"you may now kiss the bride." with those words spoken, he enveloped the small girl into a kiss, their lips connecting, the world disappearing around them. she smiled into the kiss, her hands in his hair. the crowd screamed and congratulated the couple, as y/n threw the bouquet into the crowd, her best friend catching it.

y/n smiled from ear to ear, watching everything unfold around her. she was so fucking happy. with the man of her dreams, forever and ever. "jake?" she spoke out, he turned to her, smiling widely, "yeah?"

"i feel so lucky to have stumbled upon someone as special as you." she said, wrapping her arms around his neck, his arms around her waist. every part of him loved every piece of her, his soul was practically tangled with hers. "you are the best surprise of my life." he spoke.

"are you sure you're ready for this, jake? you won't get tired of me will you?" she inquired, he shook his head immediately, cupping her face in his hands. "no, baby. i choose you, and i'll choose you over and over and over and over. without a phase, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. i'll keep choosing you."

during the after party, y/n stumbled upon a couch, sitting down, and drinking from her red solo cup. her combat boots tapped a beat against the floor, as she ruffled with her blonde, messy hair. her brown eyes scanned around the room, looking for her husband. the couch suddenly dipped beside her, she turned her head to spot a familiar face.

"nancy spungen?" he questioned, y/n grinned. "how'd you know?" she fiddled with her fingerless gloves. "i don't know, you kinda look like her." jake smirked, she rolled her eyes. "you matchin' with someone, a sid vicious?" he asked, leaning closer to her. "i actually am." she raised her head, a proud look on her face. "yeah, where is he?" jake raised his eye brows. she smiled, "right here." she connected their lips, once again. yet, everytime they kissed, she still felt like it was their first time, getting those same butterflies.

'mr bright side' played and the two shot up, "its our fucking song!" she exclaimed, rushing to the dance floor. she knew in that moment, she was happy, she was finally at peace. his love was kind, gentle and pure. at the same time as being her husband, he was her best friend. he reassured her, cared for her, and loved her. he gave her everything she deserved, she gave him every ounce of her. they were practically soulmates.

#johnnie guilbert x reader #jake webber #jake webber x reader #tara yummy #colby brock x reader #sam and colby #sam golbach #sam golbach x reader #sid vicious x reader #nancy spungen #halloween #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert #emo boy #strangers to lovers

[elizabarnes]

“Siren..”

Sirenbur x oc

Prologue

Waking up and stretching my arms way above my head, I throw the covers off my body over in the left direction. I get off my bed, stand up, and walk into my bathroom, rubbing my eyes as I look at myself in the mirror. “Can’t believe I’m still living in this shitty apartment..” I mutter to myself. I brush my teeth and comb out my midnight blue hair before walking back into my bedroom and over to my closet, getting out my work uniform and changing into it quickly. My work attire consisted of a short, tan pencil skirt and a white button-up which I normally pair with black heels and a long coat since Brighton is always cold. I grab my phone and purse, shove my phone into my purse, and walk out the door, making my way to the elevator. My neighbor, Wilbur, steps out of his apartment looking extremely tired. He’s wearing a black button-up with navy dress trousers that are paired with a coat and Doc Martens. ‘He looks nice today.’ I think to myself. “Hey, Wilbur,” I say as he stands beside me. “Oh, hello, Eliza. How have you been this week?” He asks as we both wait for the elevator which takes such a long time since we live on the top floor. “I’ve been good, how’ve you been?” I continue the conversation, trying to be polite. Wilbur has always seemed like such a strange character. He doesn’t talk to people unless he’s seen their faces many times and never under any circumstances lets anyone into his apartment. He freaks out when you ask! “I’ve uh- I’ve been okay.” He responds. Once the elevator finally gets to our floor and saves me from this awkward situation we both go on and Wilbur presses ‘L’. “So, uh- Eliza. You’ve never really told me where you work.” “Oh! I work at the police station, I’m a detective. Right now we’re trying to figure out what the hell Siren is planning.” I say a sigh of annoyance leaves my lips at the end of my sentence. “Y’know, maybe he’s just- taking a break?” “Well, I’m also kinda obsessed with Siren… I am just dying to know what he looks like under the mask!” I say as I imagine what he looks like under that damn mask. I get snapped out of my thoughts when I hear Wilbur’s soft giggles, I turn to look at him to be met with the softest, cutest face I have ever seen. Before I can say anything else I hear the ding which means we’ve made it to the lobby floor. Me and Wilbur walk out of the elevator and walk opposite ways since he parks in the parking garage and I walk to work. “Cya later, Will!” I shout as I walk backward, seeing him hold up the peace sign as he walks out into the parking garage. I walk out of my apartment complex and walk to work which is only a few minutes away. Once I arrive I prepare myself for the dickheads that are my colleagues before walking into the building. I walk in and go straight to my office, ignoring all the stairs that everyone is giving me. “Oh! Eliza, you finally decide to show up. You’re gonna have to work later tonight.” My boss, Sebastian says. “What! Why?!” I snap. I hate having to work late! “Because we need you to try and get more evidence.” “Evidence from where?! And for what? We only have one concern right now and that’s to find out what Siren is planning!” I yell. Sebastian only has one care in the world and that’s money. As long as he has money he’s fine. And that’s probably why I’m still living in my shitty-ass apartment. “Whatever. I still want you to work late. Hang out with Greg or something. I don’t care.” He says as he walks out of my office. I groan and close the door. He loves torturing me! Guess I better make the most of this.

11 p.m. rolls around way too fast. I only have to stay in this stupid office for what, two more hours? Sebastian told me before he left that I just had to stay until 1 a.m. Then I can leave. I pick up the tennis ball on my desk and throw it up, catching it in my left hand and doing the same, throwing it with one hand and catching it with the other. I do that for about 30 minutes before I get bored. I pull out my phone and turn on a movie. This should last until 1. And I was right. 1 a.m. rolls around at the end of the movie and I get up, putting my phone back in my purse and walking out of the building. As I’m about to walk past an alleyway I get pulled into it, a large hand slapping over my mouth. The person pins me to the brick wall, their hand still on my mouth. I look at the person in shock. ‘I-is that…’ “Siren..?” I whisper into his hand. The blue fabric that covers his eyes looks so perfect with his curly brown hair. I came to notice that he hasn’t shaved since there’s stubble on his chin and under his nose. He takes his hand away from my mouth, a smirk forming on his face. “Hello, little one.” He mutters. “W-what… What are you and the syndicate planning?” Is the first thing I say to him, it’s the only thing that comes to mind. “Oh, you’ll have to work for that answer, sweetheart.” He says. “W-what do you mean?” “I mean… work for me, sexually…” He whispers into my ear, his hot breath on my neck. A shiver runs down my spine. Why does he have to be so hot? I gulp, nodding hesitantly. “I mean, if you don’t want to, you don’t have to. I’m not gonna force you to do anything.” “N-no! I want to!” I shout out at him, immediately clamping a hand over my mouth out of pure embarrassment. “Good girl.” He whispers in my ear one last time before nipping at my neck.

#wilbur soot #wilbur soot smut #wilbur x y/n #wilbur mcyt #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader smut #wilburfromlvjy #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur smut #wilbur x reader #qsmp wilbur #wilbur x you #wilbur fanart #wilbur #wilbur dream smp #sirenbur #sirenbur smut #clinicbur

[noirsfantasy]

On the seventh day of Christmas...

𝔄 𝔇𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔬 ℜ𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔭𝔱. 𝟑

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Actor!Michael B Jordan x OC!Naomi Samuels

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Fluff, angst

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ➛ 5.8K

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ Naomi and Ashanti get into it and things go downhill. Thankfully, Michael is there to save the day and cheer Naomi up. They end up getting a bit closer than expected. Later on, Naomi learns why Ashanti is the way she is.

𝔞/𝔫 ➛ Listen, I know y'all have your opinions about Ashanti, but all I'm gonna say is, never judge a book by its cover. Also I literally had to stop myself from melting while writing this chapter! I hope you guys enjoy!

12 Days of Christmas Masterlist

Part 2 Here

"Wow! Okay, I think it's obvious that's the winner right there." James says in surprise.

"What can I say? We've just got that creative touch." I say, putting my elbow on the snowman. Unfortunately, it wasn't packed together sturdy enough and my added weight caused it to crumble and me to fall on top of it.

"Naomi!" Ashanti shouts, annoyed that I ruined the snowman. Michael rushes over to help me up as Dan, Teresa, and James all laugh at the sight. Michael is laughing a bit too, but he makes sure I'm okay and pulls me to my feet. I brush snow off my bottom and chuckle at my clumsiness.

"Oh shit, I didn't mean for that to happen." I rub my neck sheepishly and look over at Ashanti, who looks livid. "You okay, Ashanti?"

"No! I'm not okay! You always ruin everything!" She shouts angrily. We all look at her in confusion, wondering where this all came from.

"What do you mean? I thought we were having fun." I respond, attempting to diffuse the tension.

"No, you're always stealing the spotlight!" She retorts, her voice sharp.

"Whoa, calm down, Ashanti. She didn't mean to ruin the snowman." Michael intervenes, trying to ease the escalating situation. But Ashanti, fueled by jealousy and frustration, continues her tirade.

"No, Michael! She's always stealing the spotlight! Trying to be the center of attention with her stupid ideas," Ashanti crosses her arms as I stare at her, taken aback by the sudden outburst.

"Stupid ideas? This was supposed to be a fun activity. Why are you so upset?" I question, trying to understand.

"Because you always have to be the special one, don't you? You can't stand anyone else getting attention," She accuses, her eyes narrowing. "Always pretending to be all cute and clumsy, always trying to be the one everyone likes. It's pathetic, really." Her words cut deeper than expected. The atmosphere grows tense, and I feel a mixture of hurt and anger welling up inside me. Michael and Dan exchange uneasy glances, unsure what to do. Teresa tries to calm the situation.

"Come on, guys, let's not do this here. Let's just go back to having fun." She says, trying to hype us up again, but to no avail.

"No, she needs to hear this, Teresa. You can act innocent all you want, Naomi, but you're not fooling me. Everyone falls for your act, but I see right through it. You're manipulative, Naomi. Always trying to make people sorry for you." I glance at Daniel, hoping for support, but he seems caught in the middle, unsure of how to navigate this awkward conversation.

"Enough, both of you." James interjects, trying to diffuse. "You're ruining this for all of us with this unnecessary drama."

"It's not unnecessary, James. She needs to hear the truth," Ashanti retorts, her anger only growing.

"The truth? You're making baseless accusations and I'm just supposed to sit back and take it? Hell no." I fire back, my frustration boiling over.

"Baseless? Look at you, falling around like a toddler, trying to make Michael feel sorry for you. You're always playing the victim. And he's been falling for it all day," She sneers, gesturing towards Michael.

"That's not fair, Ashanti. Naomi hasn't done anything wrong," Michael finally speaks up, unable to stand her bashing me. Ashanti looks offended.

"Of course, you'd defend her. You always seem to prefer her over me," She accuses, her jealousy showing.

"I'm not choosing anyone. But I won't stand here while you attack her for things that obviously make you insecure."

"Michael, can't you see she doesn't care about anyone but herself? She's only pretending to be this interesting, edgy girl because that's the only way people can notice her. Quite frankly, it's disappointing you can't see how she's trying to manipulate you to not like me."

"That's enough!" I snap, unable to contain my anger any longer. "If I make you so miserable and you can't stand to be around me so much, why don't you just leave?" The silence is loud as she glares at me, before huffing.

"Fine! Maybe I will!" She turns and stomps off angrily, leaving the group in an awkward silence. I grunt in frustration as I watch her leave.

"Naomi, maybe you should go after her." James suggests, trying to be a voice of reason.

"No, I'm done playing her games. She wants to walk away? Fine," I reply, my tone strong. "Maybe she'll finally realize everything isn't about her."

"I'll go after her." Teresa says, leaving to follow her cousin. Dan puts a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"You didn't deserve that, Naomi. She's just... I don't know what her deal is." He says with a sigh.

"I don't know, maybe there's something else going on that we don't know about." James suggests, shrugging his shoulders.

"The audacity she has to accuse me of all that stuff, when I've had to put up with that from her since we were kids!" I frown angrily, my hands clenching again.

"Let's just take our minds off that for now. We can't let it ruin our whole day. How about we explore the market a bit more?" Dan suggests and James and Michael nod in agreement. Reluctantly, I agree, realizing that dwelling on negativity won't do me any good.

As we start to walk through the market, the vibrant lights and festive atmosphere fail to fully lift my spirits. The encounter with Ashanti keeps replaying in my mind, leaving me feeling a mix of frustration and hurt. I trail behind the boys and Michael slows down until he's walking beside me.

"Don't believe any of what she said, Naomi. She's just projecting onto you and that's not fair." He speaks softly. I sigh and glance up at him.

"I know, but it's still frustrating," I admit. His presence offers me some comfort, a reminder that not everyone interprets situations like how Ashanti did.

Meanwhile, Teresa catches up with Ashanti, finding a quieter section of the market where the snowfall adds a serene touch to the surroundings.

"What do you want, T?" Ashanti snaps, her frustration still evident.

"Just checking on you. What happened back there?" Teresa inquires, genuinely concerned.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Ashanti mutters, avoiding eye contact.

"Look, I get that something upset you, but taking it out on Naomi like that wasn't fair. She's our cousin, and she doesn't deserve that kind of treatment," She asserts, her protective instincts kicking in.

"You always take her side!" Ashanti shouts, turning away.

"I'm not on anyone's side, but I won't stand by when you're treating people unfairly. Sort out whatever's bothering you, Ashanti, before it ruins more than just today," Teresa advises before leaving Ashanti to her thoughts.

Back at the market, I'm walking with Michael as we've split up from Daniel and James. The sun has begun to set and it starts to get a bit colder. Michael smiles at me and places his arm around my shoulder as we walk, providing me a sense of warmth. He tries to get my mind off of the earlier confrontation and cheer me up.

"You know something else that's irritating?" He starts, his tone suggesting he has something to say.

"What's that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow as we walk. He takes a moment to reply.

"I haven't gotten to buy you a drink yet. A real one," He gestures to the market ahead. "We've been walking all day, so this is my chance." He grins and my eyes light up at the suggestion. I think for a moment, before cracking a small smile.

"I guess one drink can't hurt." I give in and Michael squeezes my shoulder, gently.

"Glad to see I haven't lost my charm." He says playfully, causing me to chuckle softly. "Just, this time, it's not gonna be hot chocolate. Let's change it up." I grin and nod in response. "I've got the perfect idea." Michael takes his arm from around my shoulder and grabs my hand, leading me into the market. His hand is warm against mine and he links our fingers, causing me to smile.

"It's just over here." He tugs my hand as he leads me through the crowd.

"What kind of drink did you have in mind?" I ask him. "Nothing too strong, please." I joke.

"Relax, I don't want to see you passed out on the floor." He answers before laughing. I roll my eyes and playfully slap the back of his hand in response.

"Okay, so what's this perfect idea?" I inquire with a smirk. Michael grins as we reach a small stand selling Christmas treats, hot cocoa, and other seasonal beverages before stopping and pointing towards the menu.

"Mulled apple cider." He says and I raise my eyebrows.

"I actually love that idea. They're nice and warm, but with a little bit of a kick. Love it." I nod in approval and we order two hot mulled ciders from the vendor.

"Here you go." The vendor smiles as he hands us our drinks. We all take them and move to find a spot to sit. After a few seconds of searching, we settle on a park bench away from the crowds. I take a seat and cradle the drink in my hands.

The mulled cider has a strong cinnamon smell, the heat warming the air around us. Michael sits down beside me, his own cider in one hand and the other placed on the back of the bench. We smile at each other as we take the first sips of our drinks.

"Mmmm, it's so good." I say, enjoying the warmth of the winter beverage. Our eyes meet but we go on drinking in silence. It's not awkward. We both know that we could talk if we wanted to but the peace is nice. Finally, after about a minute, Michael breaks the silence.

"Naomi..." He starts and I tilt my head in his direction.

"Yeah?"

"About what happened earlier. I just want you to know that I don't think those things about you. Not at all." He pauses for a moment as I listen intently. "And honestly, I don't think Ashanti does either. She just feels insecure about her image, and my arrival didn't make things any easier for her. But, whether she meant it or not, she's wrong about you." I didn't even realize how much I needed to hear that tonight, but his words seem to bring me some peace.

"Thank you, Michael. Really. I really appreciate it." I respond with a smile of my own. Our gaze lingers for a few more seconds, but I realize there's still something bothering me. Suddenly I turn to face him on the bench so we're sitting face to face.

"Can I admit something?" I hesitate. He nods and looks at me intently. I take a deep breath before speaking.

"I'm just as insecure as Ashanti," I confess, looking down into my mug. "I'm always trying to be cool and impressive, but I'm scared of looking dumb. It's like I'm not truly special to anyone." I glance over at Michael and I know he's listening carefully.

"My family is the most judgmental. Nothing seems to please them. I became a real estate agent, but it wasn't as good as Teresa's nursing job. I quit to be a full-time artist, and they say I'm throwing away all their hard work. Broke up with my cheating ex, and they say I should've paid more attention to him. Now that I'm almost thirty, they're nagging me about marriage and kids. What about what makes me happy?" I take a deep breath, feeling my eyes well up with tears.

Michael nods and I spill more, feeling vulnerable. "Their expectations are exhausting. I second guess every choice I make. Even if they're right, I don't want to live worrying about what people think. I want to live for me." I look up at Michael, his eyes still trained on me. I blush, realizing I've dumped a lot on him. He places a reassuring hand on my thigh.

"You know, I get it, Naomi. There's a lot of pressure on you to be perfect. But you don't have to be that. I see you for you. You're not perfect, but you're real. Don't be so hard on yourself." He smiles and takes my hand. I give him a small smile in return, grateful for his encouragement. His words resonate deep within me, creating a sense of warmth that goes beyond the heat radiating from the mulled cider. For a moment, I forget the chaos that unfolded earlier, and it's just Michael and me, sharing a connection.

"Thanks, Michael," I say, my voice a mix of gratitude and relief. "I really needed to hear that." He squeezes my hand gently.

"Anytime, Nao." He winks as he uses the nickname he gave me. "I'm happy to help." We share a cuddle on the bench, finishing our ciders. Michael breaks the silence again with a mischievous grin.

"You know," he starts, his eyes sparkling with playful intent, "as much as the scavenger hunt was a bust, there's still one thing I really wanted to check off our list."

"What is it?" I ask, my curiosity piqued. Michael smirks.

"Close your eyes and trust me." Raising an eyebrow, I decide to play along. Closing my eyes, I feel Michael taking my hand, lacing his fingers with mine once more and guiding me through the bustling market. He takes care to keep me from bumping into anyone or stumbling. As we walk, with my eyes closed, all I can focus on is the warmth and softness of his hands, making me feel at ease.

"Almost there." He whispers, excitement in his voice. A flutter of anticipation builds. The market sounds far and I realize we've steered away from it. Snow crunches under our feet as we come to a stop. "Now, open." Gasping, I find a beautifully adorned horse-drawn carriage before us, illuminated by twinkling Christmas lights in the trees. The festive carriage driver welcomes us with a warm smile.

"Surprise," Michael says, grinning that gorgeous smile as he gestures toward the carriage. Speechless, I take a moment to react.

"Michael, this is amazing. How did you...?" He chuckles, pulling me into his side.

"I saw them doing rides earlier today and I figured, if anything, this might somewhat salvage the evening." He glances over at me. "I hope you like it."

"Of course, I love it." I respond, still in shock at the gesture as I take in the magic of the moment.

"So, you wanna hop in? Or just stand out in the cold?" He asks teasingly, offering me his hand. I roll my eyes and grab his hand as he helps me into the carriage. As we get settled into the seats, the carriage lurches forward and the ride starts. As we're pulled down the snowy road, I look up and see the beautiful Christmas lights above us.

"Wow," I whisper in awe and smile brightly. "It's so beautiful." Michael smiles back and looks up as well.

"Yeah, it really is." He agrees. As the gentle rocking of the carriage and the peaceful night setting work in harmony, I feel my body relax more and more with each second.

I look over at Michael and his eyes are trained on me. I gaze back at him, noticing, once again, how striking his features are. He's handsome in such a unique way, with his deep, chocolate-brown eyes, his strong jawline, and his playful, almost cheeky dimpled grin that makes me want to melt every time I see it. He doesn't look away from me and I can't make myself look away either.

It seems like he's about to say something, but the sound of the horse whinnying as it trots on the snowy gravel draws our attention back to the moment. When we glance at each other again and I'm surprised by the intense way he's looking at me. His eyes study me carefully, as if he's trying to memorize every single detail about me; my skin, my expression, the way my lips move when I speak.

Out of nowhere, I begin to feel a bit shy, a warmth rising within me as I realize how close we are. I look back up at the lights, my cheeks turning red and out of the corner of my eye, I see Michael do the same. We sit there for a few moments, silently looking up at the lights, our bodies inching ever so slightly closer. Suddenly, I feel Michael's lips peck my cheek. I look over at him, pressing my hand to my cheek in surprise. He looks back at me, his gaze still focused intently on mine. He watches me, studying my reaction before bringing his fingers to rest underneath my chin.

"Come here..." His words send electricity through my body as he pulls me forward a few inches and presses his plump lips against my own in a gentle kiss. My eyes flutter shut as my breath grows shallow. His lips feel soft on mine and I can taste the sweetness of the mulled cider from before. Every nerve in my body sparks with heat as the world around us becomes muffled. He's tender and gentle, kissing me in a way that says he truly cares about me.

Michael pulls away for a moment, his thumb caressing my skin softly as it grazes across my bottom lip. He wets his lips slightly before pulling me back in for another kiss. This time, his touch is firmer, his tongue slipping its way into my mouth. I find my hands resting on either side of his neck, pulling him in deeper. He sets his hands on my hips, pulling me closer so that our bodies fit neatly together.

The kiss continues for a few more seconds before he finally breaks it, breathing heavily. He pulls his head back slightly as he looks at me. I'm completely speechless. I've never felt anything like this before. My heart is fluttering, my arms are weak, and my body feels like it's on fire.

Our moment is interrupted by the sound of the driver clearing his throat awkwardly. Michael turns to him and smiles apologetically.

"Sorry, my lovebirds. We're almost there, don't worry." I look up at the driver and give him a sheepish smile, my expression growing even redder if that's even possible. Before I can say anything, Michael cuts in.

"Heh. Lovebirds." He mocks the driver's words jokingly, his tone light and playful. He turns back to me and kisses my hand. "He knows what's up." I smile, feeling like I'm in a dream. We pull back to the place where we started and the carriage comes to a halt. The driver climbs down from his seat and opens the gate so we can leave. Michael gets out first and puts his hands on my waist, helping me down from the carriage. He tips the driver before pulling me by the hand to his side, wrapping his arm back around me.

"Did you enjoy the ride?" He asks, smiling down at me.

"The physical one or the emotional one?" I reply teasingly, causing Michael to laugh. "I did enjoy the ride," I admit, giving a bit of a shy grin.

"Good," he replies, his tone shifting to something more sincere.

"It's getting late." I sigh as I look at the time. Michael glances at his watch and nods in agreement.

"Yeah, we should probably get back before they start to worry." He replies, giving me a warm smile. I return the smile, turning to face him.

"Today was a lot... but you really turned it around for me. Thank you for that." Michael pulls me into a hug, his body engulfing me.

"Don't mention it. I didn't like seeing a frown on your face." He says as he lets go of me. "You look way prettier when you smile." I blush at his compliment, looking down at my feet as he takes my hand in his. He looks ahead as we make our way back to the family house, the festive lights and decorations still illuminating the winter night.

As we near the house, I can't help but to feel a mix of emotions. Today had unexpected turns, but it all worked out in the end. Mostly. As we step inside, we're met with the warmth of the home and all of the lights are off. It seems like everyone's gone to sleep. Michael and I slip off our shoes before quietly making our way up the stairs.

"Looks like everyone's down for the night," He says, peering into the hallway and seeing no lights.

"Hopefully we didn't keep them up." I whisper, trying not to make too much noise on the creaky floor. Michael turns to me, leaning against the wall as he gazes at me through the darkness.

"Hey, Nao," He starts and I look at him in curiosity.

"Yeah?" He looks off to the side for a moment, as if contemplating his next words.

"I know today wasn't perfect, but I really enjoyed spending time with you." He takes my hand in his again. "I know I've only been here for a day, but I already feel so close to you. I'm not exactly sure how to describe it, but I know exactly how I feel when I'm with you." He leans in and speaks softly, causing me to shiver. His smile grows brighter as I look up at him with affection. "And I gotta say, I'm pretty excited for tomorrow."

"I really can't tell you how much this means to me. I feel like I don't have to try with you. Everything just flows so naturally. I can't wait to spend more time with you." I reply, biting my lip slightly.

"You sleep well, Nao. Goodnight." He tells me, planting a kiss on my cheek.

"Goodnight to you too, Michael." I say back and he gives me that small, flirty nod he gave me when we first met as he turns and begins walking down the hall towards his room. I watch Michael leave, his warmth lingering as he disappears into the guest room. I stand there for a moment, absorbing the sincerity in his voice and the unexpected connection we've formed. As I enter my room, the quiet of the night surrounds me, and the events of the day play like a movie in my mind.

I take a deep breath and decide to capture the essence of the day on paper. I grab the cheap sketchbook Ashanti gave me yesterday, along with a few coloring pencils. The room is dimly lit by the soft glow of the streetlamps outside, casting a gentle ambiance.

I begin sketching, letting my hand move freely across the paper. The pencil captures the laughter, the awkwardness, the joy, and the unexpected intimacy that all came with today. The lines on the paper become a visual narrative, each stroke expressing the emotions that I experienced throughout the day. I feel a sense of regret as I recall how Ashanti and I acted towards each other. I feel grateful for the comfort I was given today.

As I continue to sketch, I am reminded just how much art has a way of helping me process my feelings. The notepad becomes a canvas for both the highs and lows of the day, a tangible representation of the emotional rollercoaster I've been on.

On another page, I capture the moment I had with Michael. The mulled ciders, the carriage ride, even our time by the fireplace this morning. I smile as I reminisce on this eventful day, feeling lucky to be where I am. I glance at the clock and realize how much later it has gotten. The exhaustion of the day catches up with me and I decide it's time to put the pencil down. I change into my pajamas and slide under the cozy covers of the bed.

With a contented sigh, I close my eyes, waiting for sleep to take me. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, who knows what surprises it might hold. The room is filled with a quiet peace, and as I drift off to sleep, the events of the day soften into dreams, leaving behind the anticipation of what tomorrow might bring.

When I wake up the next morning, I feel sense of anticipation, eager to make the most of today. As I get ready, I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the day ahead. There's still a lingering tension in the air, especially with Ashanti, but I'm determined to make Christmas Eve memorable for everyone.

I head downstairs to find the family gathering in the living room, watching a movie. I say good morning to everyone and head into the kitchen to see if I can help. I get there to find just my aunts Tina and Pat preparing the Christmas Eve feast. I find a place to help out and smile to myself, chopping up some vegetables.

As I move around the kitchen, Ashanti enters, her eyes meeting mine briefly. There's a flicker of guilt in Ashanti's expression, a silent tension between us that, at some point, needs to be addressed. Although, I am not planning on being the one to start that conversation. She goes and sits at the kitchen table, scrolling on her phone. My aunt Tina looks over her shoulder and smiles.

"Oh, I loved that photoshoot you did, sweetie. You looked so fierce and powerful!" She compliments, putting her hand on Ashanti's shoulder.

"Yeah..." She replies, not looking up from her phone. Aunt Tina smirks and glances over at me.

"You know, Naomi, I want to apologize for the other day." She starts and I look up from my task with a raised eyebrow.

"You do?" I question and she nods.

"Maybe you're onto something with your art. At least it's better than jumping from job to job." She says, causing Aunt Pat to snicker a bit. I look over at Ashanti, who doesn't look up from her cellphone. "Ugh, the things I would do to be able to get paid to just doodle all day. Must be a dream." I sigh deeply, looking over at her.

"Aunt Tina, do you really think that art is just about sitting around and drawing whatever I want?" I ask her calmly.

"Well, honey-"

"No." I cut her off. "My job isn't that simple. It takes years to learn the skills I have. Art is a form of expression. It's like telling a story and it isn't always your own. It has a way of connecting people and cementing memories for years to come. I'm not some toddler with a crayon. To me, art is everything. Why can't any of you respect that?" I ask, gesturing to everyone in the room. My aunt Pat looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Mimi," She starts with a sigh, "you know we want nothing but the best for you." I clench my fist as I stare at her.

"See, that's another thing. If I'm being honest, a lot of my insecurities come from others telling me what they think I should be. I think it's time I start listening to what I want for a change."

"We're just trying to look out for you, sweetie. You're a bit reckless is all." Aunt Tina says, rolling her eyes.

"No, the problem is that you guys don't respect my choices or ambitions," I reply. "Thank you for the concern, but at the end of the day, it's my life." I say with a bit of sass.

"Whatever." Aunt Tina says, throwing her hands up. "Just do what you want. You always do anyway." Ashanti slams her hand down on the table and stands up.

"Will you stop, Mom?" She raises her voice, shocking us all. Ashanti takes a deep breath and points a finger at Aunt Tina. "It's one thing if you want to judge me and treat me like a child because I'm your daughter," She continues firmly. "But keep Naomi out of it! What she's doing is amazing and, I've got to admit, I'm jealous that she actually has the courage to do what she wants."

"Ashanti-"

"I'm not finished!" She cuts her mom off. "All my life, you've had a plan for who I was gonna be and what I was gonna do, but did you once ask me what I wanted to do? I just went along with it because I figured mother knows best. But I hate my life and I'm starting to hate the person I've become." I start seeing Ashanti in a new light, having heard this new bit of information. I'd always thought that she just didn't like me and that we were always at odds, but now I know why.

"Naomi and I used to be best friends, but because of how you raised me, I grew to despise her, when really I should've despised you. I've stood by my whole life and let you dictate my decisions, but I won't let you do that to my cousin. You have no right!" I stare at Ashanti, stunned by her outburst. I'm also a little relieved that someone finally stood up for me. Aunt Tina and Pat don't know what to say.

"If you guys are my real family, then you won't just want me to be a carbon copy of you." She says, a bit calmer. "And if you care about us and what's good for us, you'll respect our choices."

My aunts are silent, their smug expressions completely washed away. Aunt Tina sighs again, not wanting to admit that we're correct. Before she can say a word, my mom comes downstairs, wearing her best Christmas sweater. She immediately senses the tension in the room and steps in. "What's going on down here?" She asks, her tone firm and direct.

"Nothing, Mom. Ashanti and I were just leaving." I say, before heading out of the kitchen. Ashanti follows behind me and we make our way to the study.

The room is dark and quiet, Ashanti flipping on a light to see the room. The two of us share a look, the mood of the moment taking a sharp turn. Ashanti sits down on the couch, burying her face in her hands. I hesitate for a second before sitting down beside her.

"Ashanti, I'm so sorry." I offer, reaching my hand out to her. She doesn't respond right away, but she finally takes my hand in hers.

"No, I should be the one apologizing. I have been so unfair to you and I'm sorry for all I've put you through." The look she gives is one of guilt and regret. I give her a soft smile and she continues. "I've just been so angry for so long and I took it out on you. My mother would always pressure me to do exactly what she wanted me to do and I was jealous that you could do anything you wanted when we were growing up."

"Ashanti..." I say softly, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "I never knew you felt this way. I always thought your life was perfect and I felt like I would never amount to all the things you've accomplished." I admit.

"No ones life is perfect, Naomi. All those accomplishments, they weren't mine. They were my mother's. I just went along with everything, in hopes that I would make them proud. But nothing is ever enough." She takes a deep breath and looks me in the eye. "And I want to apologize for yesterday. I didn't mean any of those things I said. Honestly, I'm not doing as well as everyone says."

"What do you mean?" I question. There's a long pause as Ashanti considers her words, trying to get them right.

"You know how everyone's been talking about how successful I am?" She begins, seeming unsure of herself. I nod, listening intently. "Well, I'm struggling. A lot. My mother doesn't know this, but I lost my modeling job. My boyfriend and I broke up a few months and I'm about to be evicted!" She confesses, a tear running down her face. "That's why I've been so mean lately. I've been trying to keep up appearances but it's stressful as hell and it's even worse because Michael's here." My eyes widen as she tells me this, the words catching me off guard.

"You don't like that Michael's here?"

"I like Michael," She says, shaking her head. "I mean hello! He's Michael B Jordan, who wouldn't like him? But ever since he arrived, Mom has been pressuring me to seduce him. I hate it, I feel like some shallow bitch who annoys everyone. I just wanted to make my mother happy, but at what cost? I'm just making a fool out of myself and it's obvious that he likes you. I'm so tired of being fake. I can tell that no one likes me." She looks down at her lap, avoiding my eyes.

"That's not true," I defend. "Yeah, you get on our nerves sometimes and sometimes you make Michael a bit uncomfortable..." She gives a wry laugh as I speak. "But we all love to have you around. You may see yourself as fake, but we all know the real you. And we love being around you. Ashanti, even when you started being mean to me when we were kids, I still was excited to see you. And I'm glad to have you as my cousin. If I'm honest, your teasing made me want to do better. And your mom may have pushed you to be perfect, but every accomplishment is yours. You earned each of them. And I'm so proud of you, Ashanti." She looks up at me in disbelief.

"Really?" She asks, a shocked expression on her face. Her eyes are filled with tears and her shoulders are slumped. "But how can you say that when I've made things so difficult for you? I've been nothing but nasty to you."

"Because you're still my cousin." I reply with a gentle smile on my face. "It's true that you can sometimes be a bit much, but I still love you. Like you said, we both got on each others nerves when we were kids, but no one's perfect, especially when it comes to our family."

Ashanti wipes away her tears. "I appreciate that, Naomi. Honestly, I really think that you're such an amazing person. I'm just really bad at saying it." She says with a faint smile. "I'm really sorry for everything I put you through before and after Michael got here. I really do love you. Please forgive me?"

"Of course, I forgive you, Ashanti." I pull her into a hug, a real one. She hesitates for a second, before hugging me back. I give her a little squeeze as I missed this feeling with my cousin. She doesn't let go for a moment, before finally speaking again.

"Hey... can I ask you a favor?" She asks, her voice soft.

"Yeah, what is it?" I reply, prepared for whatever she might ask of me.

To be continued...

#fluff #christmas #noirsfantasy #12 days of christmas #black reader #black oc #black reader fluff #black actors #michael b jordan x reader #michael b jordan #angst #angst with a happy ending #black fem reader #michael b jordan x black fem reader

[four-bastard-bustle]

You know I've always wondered how your interpretation of Matt would've reacted to being punched in the face by Tord in the end part one. Like, he seems the kind of guy who would either go whimper and hide behind Edd like a puppy or would punch back.

Ok so like see this is where you unleashed the floodgates because ive thought abt this scene for ages because its such a peak example of ew(legacy) failing the serious/emotional moments. Making this piece of violence work in a sea of violence is no small undertaking, but I think what it really comes down to is the difference in context between the guys slapping each other around for shits n giggles with no real malice, and the outright fury expressed by Tord in that scene in the episode. If that had been emphasised more, it couldve been peak I think.

This is kind of a lot so its going under the cut

But like, my version of Matt specifically. I mentioned in a couple posts that he was abused pretty heavily as a kid and was occasionally even hit by his father. So having someone suddenly express clear fury over him for doing whatever he was doing and punch him brings back a massive flood of terrible memories. Usually, when one of the other guys hits him, Matt starts whining and complaining. He’s the type to talk and yell a lot when he gets mad. But the sudden fear he feels makes him completely clam up. This is further compounded by the fact that Tord (and by extension Red Leader) goes nonverbal when furious.

Matt lies there on the cold floor. In his mind he sees all the times his father has held him down and “lectured” him for “inappropriate behaviour”. Sometimes he’d even hold his son down by the neck and start squeezing. Strong hands grab his collar and he can feel the air being choked out of him. Matt is surprised that he’s being liften up instead of pushed down for once.

His mind reeling, he can’t tell if the face staring at him in a blind fury is his father’s or “Tord”’s. They’re blending together. They look so terrifyingly similar.

The monster raises its fist but something stops it. A hand clad in green is holding the monster back. There’s talking. Matt wishes he could hear any words. Everything is just ringing for him.

Edd for his part is very much overwhelmed with this situation. As much as he cares for his friends, he is TERRIBLE with conflict resolution. So far, he’s been lucky enough to never need it, but also so far any scraps the boys have gotten into were just petty arguments. This is very different.

Edd starts by just telling “Tord” to let Matt go, at which his grip tightens. He really doesn’t want to add to this by getting physical too, so he just repeats the command, but a little more gently. The fist Edd is holding back shakes a little, but finally “Tord” lets Matt go.

The sound of heavy breathing is filling the room, and no one is able to look one another in the eyes. But after a bit, Red Leader finally collects himself enough to express one clear command.

“Get out of my room.”

Matt doesn’t need to be told twice, and though he’s on shaky legs, he hurries out. Edd gives Tord one more glance before leaving as well. But not without first telling Tord that the two of them are going to talk about this later, when he’s calmed down.

After that, he brings an ice pack to Matt’s attic. The cold helps with the swelling and with Matt’s ongoing panic attack.

But really, Edd is feeling just about every negative emotion right now. He hates how he froze up in shock for a second when Matt got punched instead of immediately helping him up. He wonders why the hell “Tord” felt this protective over a stupid ass button. He hates seeing one of his friends lose himself in a fury this way. He hates seeing another one of his friends have a full on panic attack. He hates that this is kind of the best he can do right now. And he wonders, just what the hell is going on with “Tord” and his secret room.

I want the scene to be so deeply painfully awkward. I want there to be no way Red could laugh it off, or change the topic. I want the three of them to stew in negative emotions like its an awful soup.

Also, the ice cream line. Part of me gets so pissed off by it because Matt literally said he hated ice cream in H&F. But also, as a scene where like, Matt gets too scared to mention that so he just meekly agrees. That’s really good. And I think(?) that’s what the scene was actually intended to be? But they should’ve expressed this better, maybe have a bit in the store where Matt mumbles to himself “But I hate ice cream” as he puts it in the shopping cart. That would definitely be a part of it all in my version of it.

And most importantly no “who’s my brave little soldier” because fuck that line. Infantalize my man like that again and I’ll smite thee.

Uh I mentioned doing my own hc au version of th* *nd and not making it as melodramatic, so I don’t think this would happen in my version of the entire episode. But this is just my version of the Scene. Very different things

#You underestimated my favourite trope. Blabbermouth characters being stunned into silence #And trauma #Writing #I could swear i had a writing tag but i don't remember it #ew matt #ew edd #ew red leader #eddsworld #bastard related inquiries #Read my text boy

[one-winged-dreams]

Holy Flame's Gift (or whatever the fuck it's called)

ship: adri x leslie kyle, fm: adri & chocobo sam source: final fantasy vii word count: 1768

UHHH. UHHHHH. Christmas is in like three days and I'm NOT anticipating that shit lmfao, breaking in the new boy with trauma venting.

tag list: @dearly-beeloved @camellias-and-coriander @rebel-wolf13 @sunstar-of-the-north @mahitoslittlebird @goldenworldsabound @edencantstopfallininlove @sosoftandsweet @dorothys-wife @faerie-circle-ships @kylars-princess

Leslie had been present for what was possibly, if the timeline matched up, the beginning of Adri's spiral. Hanging around at the bar after hours, waiting for him to finish up and clock out, it had presumably all started with a conversation with his manager.

"Oh yeah, holidays are about to end. I'm gonna need you to put something festive together for the remaining week, think you can do that?"

Linda's request was reasonable enough, all things considered. It wouldn't be an unfair assumption to say that the usual patrons would get a kick or two out of some cheeky holiday spirit. The thought had Leslie's eyes rolling, but he clearly wasn't the only one with a less-than-enthusiastic response.

"N-No. No, that's stupid. I'm not gonna do that," Adri muttered, his air of confidence having plummeted to something mopey.

A perfectly drawn-on eyebrow raised as Linda regarded him.

"Uh, I'm kinda gonna have to insist. You're gonna clash with everyone else if you don't."

"NO!" the way Adri snapped startled both Linda and Leslie, though the latter was lingering near the back, pretending he wasn't listening.

"Geez, what's your damage tonight?" Linda made a point of rubbing her ear.

Adri's gaze burned, something that was hardly ever over something unwarranted.

"I'm not dressing for the STUPID FUCKING holidays, I'll call out if I need to. FUCK! Fucking ridiculous…" Adri trailed off with a mutter, grabbing his coat and making his way towards the exit without so much as closing his conversation OR addressing Leslie.

Linda and Leslie gave each other a look, both of their expressions an admission of ignorance. Leslie took this opportunity to take his leave and, upon exiting the bar, noticed that Adri was nowhere to be found. He huffed, shrugging to himself and taking this as to assume that Adri probably needed time to cool down. After all, he sure as hell wasn't getting mixed up in his personal business if Adri didn't want him to.

This had, again, presumably, led to the situation that Leslie currently faced.

It was a stupid notion in retrospect, he probably should have considered if a holiday gift was something within the realm of their dynamic. They had presented each other with little materialistic things before, but it had always been less ceremoniously. Obligation holidays were just that - an obligation.

But he had ignorantly figured that something USEFUL would circumvent the awkwardness of holiday obligation. It was nothing extravagant, nothing that even Leslie knew would be awkward to receive. Just a replacement for the more than worn tote bag that Adri carried around. A heartfelt gesture but a practical one.

Adri was at Sam's when Leslie had offered it to him. He hadn't wrapped it or put it in a cute bag or something stupid like that, but there was at least a cute ribbon wrapped around the strap. Even THAT he was embarrassed of.

Eyes widening in surprise was expected, the hard swallowing of a contracted throat not so much.

"Leslie, you… Why?" Adri's voice wavered, and it was when his shoulders began to tremble that Leslie suspected he had fucked something up.

"I mean. You know. Just thought I'd get you something because… Yeah. 'Sides. You needed a new one, bad," he tried to play off the gesture, make it less personal and more casual.

Not that that seemed to help in the slightest, as tears started forming in Adri's eyes.

"I… You didn't… You didn't have to DO that. I don't- Just don't worry about it, I didn't need anything. I didn't-" A shaky breath, "I didn't know you were gonna get me something, I don't have anything to…"

Leslie's eyebrows furrowed. He had been utterly unprepared for THIS type of awkwardness.

"I mean, you don't have to return the favor or anything. I just wanted to get you something you needed, might as well do it now," was all he could really come up with to try and de-escalate.

Adri hiccuped, and Leslie realized it was to cover a sob. This sort of emotional reaction was extremely uncharacteristic, and it was utterly unclear what was the best course of action to take.

"Just- Just go return it, get your money back. I'll… I'll pay you the difference if you can't. Fuck, just- I'm going home," Adri valiantly attempted to keep his voice from cracking or wavering, ultimately prevailing until the last sentence. Seemingly humiliated by his outburst, he pushed past Leslie and flung the door open, letting it slam shut on its own.

"Feelin' like you fucked up a bit there, aren'tcha?"

The sound of Sam's voice reminded Leslie that he had been there the whole time, holding his arms out in exasperation as he turned to face him.

"I figured something awkward, I didn't know he was gonna blow his top," Leslie scoffed. He sounded irritable, but genuine concern rang clear despite his tone.

"You know how tempermental he is. But is it ever baseless?" Sam folded his arms, Leslie becoming aware that he was hinting at something.

The connection was clear, everything Sam and Adri himself had told Leslie lining up like puzzle pieces. Taking off his hat, Leslie ran his fingers back through his hair in exasperation.

"Even over just a stupid holiday present?" he sighed, realizing his anger wasn't directed at Adri, or Sam, or anyone who didn't live ABOVE the plate.

Sam only responded with a nod and a hum of confirmation at first, but as he watched Leslie start to pace, he relented a bit more than he felt he should.

"When you've been raised the way he was, you start thinkin' everything's a weapon to be used against you. Even from the people that you love. Hell, maybe even especially."

Suddenly pensive, Leslie looked at the tote, the ribbon he had needed someone to teach him to tie into a cute bow now difficult for even him to look at.

"Fuck…" he sighed, shoving his hat back on his head. A moment of contemplation produced another sigh, and it was his turn now to walk away without closing the conversation.

When Adri opened the door, it was more than clear that he had been crying - hard. Leslie's presence seemed to startle him, a sniffle and a desperate swipe at his eyes being played off as if they were nothing. As if he were just greeting his boyfriend at the door.

"Oh, heyyyy. Did I forget something at Sam's?" Adri asked casually, not yet inviting Leslie in.

The latter tilted his head, gesturing.

"Uh, no, but can I come in? It's kinda cold out here…" he rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke, avoiding eye contact until he realized he was doing so.

"Uh," Adri started, pausing as his mouth opened, then shut, then opened again, "I mean, it's kind of a mess-"

"It's ALWAYS a mess. Either let me in or tell me to fuck off, just pick one please?"

The bluntness made Adri blink, his mouth staying shut for a moment before it was clear Leslie had made the right approach.

"Fine, since you're so desperate for my company."

The half-assed teasing and the way Adri opened the door to allow Leslie in was promising at least.

It was more than routine for Leslie to make himself at home, and things had eventually settled to the point where Adri was comfortable sitting next to him on the couch. But not before he was shifting around on his feet, trying to avoid it.

Now that he WASN'T, Leslie leaned back into the cushions, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

"It doesn't have to be a present," as he spoke, he elicited a jolt from Adri.

"I mean… You still didn't have to. I know I freaked the fuck out back there, but…" Adri punctuated by biting his lip.

"You're fine, I get it. You don't gotta apologize to me for that kinda stuff. I thought you knew that."

Adri's head turned to look at him, Leslie's eyes still closed and his arms resting on the edge of the couch. Utterly casual.

"Well I feel shitty about it, maybe I want to apologize anyway. Maybe it'll make me feel better."

Now Leslie's eyes opened, lifting his head and staring pointedly.

"So you're telling me even if you don't have to do something, you can just want to anyway. Is that it?"

A moment of ignorance ticked by as Adri's eyebrows furrowed, followed by the return of his opening and closing mouth as realization dawned on him.

"You-!"

"Listen. I'm not telling you you have to accept anything from me. If it makes you uncomfortable, I'll stop. But I don't owe you anything, and you don't owe ME anything. Ever. You know I'm not gonna hold anything over your head, right?" Leslie leaned forward now, forcefully reaching over and grabbing one of Adri's hands. "Never. You don't have to put up with that shit anymore. Just… Trust me. Okay?"

The tears flowed once more, no surprise this time. They welled in Adri's eyes, and though he didn't let go of Leslie's hand, he began to desperately swipe at them again.

"Goddammit…! Did you put that together yourself or did Sam open his big fucking mouth again?" Hiccuping a sob again, he suddenly threw himself into Leslie's chest. Leslie choked for a second, releasing Adri's hand to hold his arms up before they inevitably wrapped around him. Beating him to words, Adri followed up weepily, "Fuck it, it doesn't matter."

Responding only with silence, Leslie just regarded the crying mess. The way their dynamic had subtly shifted throughout their acquaintance was… Staggering. After being relentlessly pursued by this flirtatious disaster, Adri lying against him, crying in an open display of emotional vulnerability, had Leslie wondering how he had gotten so comfortable with this. How this had become a natural occurrence, for both of them, even. He looked over at the bag, lying on the ground where he had shed it without Adri noticing.

"I love it, Leslie. Thanks."

Leslie was almost startled at that moment, blinking wildly as his gaze returned to Adri. Adri who lay against his chest, eyes closed and a teary smile adorning his lips.

"That's… good. I tried to fit your tastes. Your non-trashy ones, at least."

"You're sweet. I'll have to get you something cute in return."

"You don't-"

"But first, I think I'll give you something to hold you over until I do. It's already wrapped and everything. You should take care of that."

Leslie could only sigh.

#self ship #self shipping #virus fics #hot mess

[nicos-archive]

NGSUNC

Darla popped her gum as she scrolled through her phone. It was currently the middle of ‘class’ well, if the teacher was actually awake that is. Luckily for the class, their teacher seemed to always fall asleep during this period. What was supposed to be weapons class where they learned boring shit, students like her already knew, was basically a free for all study hall. Given, half the class had fucked off to do their own thing. She actually decided to stay considering her best friend shared this ’class’ with her. Being the only two weapons out of the group here gave them the perfect chance to gossip about everyone else.

Right, when she was about to point out a photo for her and Janne to critique, she got a message. Ugh. Why the hell did she add this guy as a friend? He was annoying enough, in person. 

[Text Chad]: Hello

[Text Darla]: Whatever

She wasn’t going to bother to be nice to him. It wasn’t like she did so in person. If it wasn’t for his personality, she would be willing to admit he was cute. 

[Text Chad]: Hey baby girl I like your pics and guess what so does my dick

[Text Darla]: Chad stop. Don’t be rude. I’m not going to send you any nudes. 

Darla then backed out. Hoping that would be the end to that conversation. 

“Oh my death, Janne, babe. Remember how I added Chad back? He’s fucking asking me for nudes.”

“Oh my death. That’s soooooo crazy.” He responded in the most bored tone possible. Not bothering to look up from his own phone. “Fyi I’ve seen his dick in person. It’s like 5 inches and it bends upwards.”

“Dude! I like… so didn’t ask!” She snapped back. 

“Umm, I like told you about it last week or whatever. I blew him in the bathrooms.”

“No, I think I was on the phone with you actually because I called you right before he finished.”

“Oh yeah.” 

Darla then looked back at her phone to find 16 messages from an unknown number. When she finally looked at them, she groaned. It was chad. Not only was he asking her for nudes, still he had sent dick pics. 

“Oh my death, how the fuck did he get my number?!” As soon as she asked, she knows who. Her head snaps to glare at Janne. “Did you give it to him?”

There was an awkward pause as Janne pretended to not have heard her. “Umm, why would I do that?” Janne said, trying his best to sound innocent. A couple more seconds pass as he states back at her. He sighs. “Ok. Yeah. I did. I thought he was gay.”

“Oh my death. He won’t stop texting!” Darla groans and runs her hands through her hair as she leans back in her seat. 

Janne then picks up her phone to see the extent of the damage. Ok yeah. This was pretty bad. 

“Oh my death. He’s asking you if you would consider him as a partner. I can’t tell if he’s clueless or pathetic. No wonder, he’s yet to get a weapon that would put up with his horny ass.” Janne commented as he looked through the sea of messages. 

“I already told him I wasn’t going to send him nudes. How much fucking clear could I be? Wait. How the fuck do I block his number?” Darla then would reach for her phone, only to pause as it started to vibrate. Oh Death, he was calling now. “Is he fucking calling me right now? What the fuck? He’s totally fucking harassing me right now. Isn’t this illegal? Like, it should be because I think looking at his stupid turkey dick made my ovaries shrivel up and die.” She couldn’t help but start to rant, as she was quickly getting fed up with the situation. 

“Wait. I think, I know how to deal with. I’m like, so game but, I don’t know about you.” Janne said.

“Are you saying what I think you are? You really think we could pull that off?” Darla already knew what he was suggesting.

“I’ll wake up the teacher. You text him back to meet you in the hall. We’re so going to stop him from pulling this shit with you or anyone else again.” Janne smiled.

“Okay. Bet. Let’s do it.” Darla smiled back.

Death, she really loved this school. Ass kicking was 110% allowed as long as a teacher was there to see the fight, and they had that covered. Even though they were both weapons and couldn’t wield each other, they so had this in the bag.

It was after the fight was over and done with that Darla would take photos of her and Janne posing next to Chad’s bloody, bruised, unconscious body on the floor. 

#orginal writing #orginal story #soul eater au

[withjust-a-bite]

Unpopular Opinion Time! Clone High

@wibbadoestd​ I blame you for reminding me about the pending reboot

Probably gonna tick someone off, but I’m fresh out of FUCKS to give and my Anon feature is off so those cowards don’t have the stones to try anything without a “mask”. 

Anyway - let’s get this ball a’rolling!

I don’t hate Abe nor think he is or will evolve into some extremely toxic asshole. Why?: I pity the lanky bastard. Level with me for a second here - he’s a stupid teen with stupid teen desires and drama that is typically stuff he puts on his own shoulders, which honestly isn’t all that different from what plenty of insecure teenagers do. Does he pull some seriously dick moves? Yes, yes he most certainly does pull some dick moves and it’s pretty obvious that he can be as thick as tar, but a lot of times its because he’s totally misreading the situation like when he gets jealous or its unintentional like when he ends up blowing off his friends for anything Cleo/popularity-based. Plus, you do have to give him his credit when he does FINALLY learn something even if its really temporary lesson learned and wants to rush in without a plan to fix it like the awkward people pleasing beanpole that he is. That and I don’t think I need to open the big ass can of worms that is him and all of the other clones dealing with the pressures of either trying to live up to their famous clone parent’s legacy or trying to be as different as can be from their famous clone parent while on the very confusing journey of figuring out who you are as an individual, which is stressful enough as an adult. Now as for what I’d like for him... To put it bluntly, I’d like him to grow the hell up and I don’t mean it completely as an insult. He ended the final episode of season 1 with that long drawn out epiphany, which yeah for him I guess, but I want him to deal with the consequences of snubbing Joan for so long and now snubbing Cleo too after she finally puts out for him. I want him to deal with the consequences of a lot of his actions from the previous season and grow from it. I don’t know what the writers have planned, but I say recovering from a near death experience should be a great way to gain a better perspective on life and the things that actually matter - but hey it’s not my call. 🤷 #charactergrowth #selfreflectiontime  

I think Cleo is shallow af and that’s okay. Why?: Shallow people exist, doesn’t necessarily mean they’re always an asshole, and we’ve seen on the show that Cleo does have some nice moments while still being shallow. I really don’t think she suddenly needs to become a “Nice Person” because I feel like that wouldn’t be Cleo, you know? I’d love to see some depth explored with her since she’s gonna be going through her own stuff with living up to the legacy of the infamous Queen of the Nile even if she’s just better at hiding it or something. I know there’s a clone high fan on here that has done something along those lines for an older Cleo along with crafting a really solid Marc Anthony OC as well, but I can’t recall for the life of me what their username was...

I don’t get the JFK hype. Why?: I guess I’m just not that into Himbos? Or maybe the fact that I’ve been a Markiplier fan for so long has made me immune to other types of Himbos? I don’t know! XD Okay so sure, he’s funny as hell and my heart broke with how he really was having such a hard time coming to terms with his best friend’s death and I thought it was sweet that he admitted to Joan that he always thought she was a classy dame or went to his dads to better understand his sexual confusion when he started crushing on “John Darc”, but the hype train in the fandom just isn’t for me.

I find JoanFK to be highly overrated/overblown. Why?: Its mostly thanks to the fandom and I respect that others really like it, but it just isn’t for me. Maybe Joan being a little bit more tolerant of JFK and JFK not hitting on her as much, but something tells me that JFK still has a long way to go before giving up his skirt chasing.  I do think a lot of the fan work is really cute though - like this Fan Animatic by OrtSmort was so good!

I’m not mad about the whole Ghandi & India issue. Why?: It happened - Case Closed - Be happy that a reboot is happening.

I plan on watching the reboot if I hear good things. Why?: Reboots are a slippery slope that can be good or bad, and I’m too cynical to just instantly believe that one is gonna be good just because its a reboot of something I like. Prior experience with plenty of movies and shows have taught me that, and I’m sure plenty of you guys can think of some examples of reboots that were crap.  

Joan needs to find love elsewhere that isn’t Abe, Cleo, or JFK. Why?: LET THE GIRL BE FUCKING HAPPY! Of course I’d love for her to learn how to love herself first and get closure/move on from Abe, but if she’s gonna fall in love again then let it be somebody GOOD FOR HER and not just aiming to get into her pants in the first place! Sorry JFK, but I haven’t forgotten that and Joan’s expression in bed says enough of what she really felt.

Less teen romance drama, MORE FRIENDSHIPS!!! Can we have more stuff with other clones or more evidence of the friendship between Abe, Ghandi, and Joan?

And that’s about it... Or at least those are the more prominent ones that come to mind for me. 

#clone high #mtv clone high #mtv #clone high mtv #unpopular opinion #clone high ghandi #clone high joan #clone high abe #clone high cleo #clone high jfk #abe lincoln #joan of arc #cleopatra #clone joan of arc #clone abe lincoln #clone ghandi #clone cleopatra #clone jfk #vero post #vero speaks

[jennygirl2014]

Chicago Honey Chapter 2

A young woman tries to take on the town and make her way to the top by making friends in not-so-friendly places. As she finds herself in one sticky situation after another, she realizes that the secrets she is keeping for those putting money in her pockets are bound to eventually come out. But it’s her own secrets that will be her downfall. *Named reader POV. OFC X Richie. (Warnings: Eventual smut, sexual assault, language, adult themes, racial themes, violence. 18+, NSFW. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! This is not a dark fic, but Richie is toxic. Francis alone is a warning, so…)

Chapter 2

            Joey drove that car like he had stolen it, and we finally stopped flying down the streets many miles away from The Blue Moon.  He eventually pulled over onto the side of the road and the three of them fussed amongst themselves about what to do with me.  Truthfully, if they were going to turn me into a ghost, they would have done it already.  I half listened as they tossed ideas back and forth, mostly with Richie fussing about the other two men being stupid and how he didn’t want to dig another hole on the side of the highway. 

“Look, we ain’t gonna shoot her.” Richie argued.  I knew it.

“Then what the hell do you suggest? Since you’re such a genius.” Francis challenged him. 

“I’m the brains here, you son of a bitch.” He reminded Francis.  The tension between them was evident in that moment.  I looked out the window, which was beginning to fog up, and saw a diner across the street.

“If you’re not going to shoot me, can I at least get something to eat?” I asked them, boldly.  They all looked at me with shock.  “Or let me get something to eat and shoot me after, if that’s still on the table.” I was starving.  I always worked up an appetite at work. “Let’s be good to each other, remember?” I blinked innocently at them.  Well, maybe not totally innocently.  Whether it was me that convinced them, or the awkward silence in the car, I wasn’t entirely sure, but we ended up in the diner in a booth in front of the window. They smoked their cigarettes and refused to eat, meanwhile I ordered myself a slice of apple pie.  If I was going to die that night, I could at least enjoy some dessert beforehand.  I shoveled the sweet treat into my mouth and sipped on a cup of coffee, figuring it was going to be a long night.

“I still got my gun on you under the table, so don’t get too comfortable.” Francis warned me.

“I’m sure you do.” I huffed at him and dabbed my mouth with a napkin. “Question is, is there a bullet in that chamber meant for me.” I cut my eye at him and lifted my coffee mug to my lips.

“Tell me why we should let you go.” Francis grilled me.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I was simply minding my own goddamn business when I stumbled upon your little business transaction.”

“Business?”

“That’s what it was, right? Business.” I dug into my pie again.  I knew the trick with this man was to not let him see me flustered. “That’s how the Boyles do business, I thought.”

“Shh!” Joey shushed me.  I gave him an exasperated look.

“You don’t think you’re spotted that easily?  Everybody knows you guys.  Plus, look around, this place is kind of empty if you haven’t noticed.”

“You got a lot of sass about you for someone who should be worried about seeing the light of day.” Francis must have grown tired of my attitude. 

“I didn’t see anything.”

“You saw enough.”

“It’s a little fuzzy to me.” I responded and then looked at Richie who was sitting next to me, rubbing his hand along his jaw, as if he was thinking.

“You’re a liability.  A lose end.” Francis leaned forward and lowered his voice, trying to intimidate me.

“No, I’m just a stripper.” I shot my eyes back at him. “You can keep me quiet without killing me.”

“How so?”

“I don’t know, convince me.” I countered.

“Convince you?” he licked his lips, “You know what tends to do a lot of convincing?” and I heard the click of his gun from under the table.

“You can use me.” The words slipped past my lips before I even thought them through all the way.

“It’ll take a lot more than what’s between your legs.”

“No, not like that!” I quickly corrected him, glaring.  How dare he. “I’m no whore.” I sat up straighter and dropped my fork on my plate. “I could have told you about the Whitmore brothers being in that place, and the cops.  We got regulars.” I started. “The cops were there because of the Whitmores. The older one always leaves in a stupor without paying his tab and he makes a big scene when he’s kicked out. That and the fact that they’ve been trying to pass counterfeit at the place for months.” I took another sip of coffee, “That’s why I won’t dance for them.  And I’m guessing that’s why you all had business to do with them, right?” I turned to Richie again, “They pay you off with faulty funds?”  I watched Richie’s brown eyes shoot towards Francis and then back at me. I must have guessed right. “What was it? Booze? Guns?”

“What’s your name?” Richie asked me with his voice low and gravely.

“Honey.” And he snorted. “No really.”

“That ain’t your real name.” Francis jumped back in.

“It’s the only one I go by.”

“What are you trying to do, make a deal?” Joey piped back up.

“I’m trying to make it in this town just as much as everybody else, and I have to walk a lot further to get milk and bread, if you know what I mean.” I shot my answer at Joey and then sat back.  “Walking out of here with my life is a great bonus, yes.”

“You look to be doing pretty well.” Joey stated before he lit another cigarette.  Richie reached out his hand and grasped the white fur on my coat, feeling it with his fingers before snorting and returning his hand to his chin.

“Shit’s not even real.” He chuckled.

“Hey, I’m a dancer.  This is a costume.” I defended myself and shot another look at Joey who was clearly not that bright if he couldn’t decipher faux fur from the real deal. Or the stage jewelry. I turned and looked at Richie again. “Women who can afford the real deal don’t have to show skin to make cash.”

“So, what do you want, a job?” Richie took a big drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke out from the side of his lips, avoiding blowing smoke on me.  The cloud danced into Joey’s face, but he ignored the discourtesy. “We let you live, and you work for me?”

“Not for free, of course.” I corrected him.

“Keeping your life isn’t payment enough?” Francis’s voice came again and I didn’t bother to shift my eyes from Richie to look at him.

“I’m tired of table scraps while men like you eat like kings.” My words came out more solemn than I would have liked, but I wanted him to understand how serious I was. “Nobody would suspect a dancer. I serve all types, the rich, the poor and the in between.  Who better to use as a lookout or a messenger than a woman who sits on laps for a living?” I kept my eyes on the leader of the sharks sitting in front of me, refusing to back down even while I lifted my cup to my lips again.  I saw the corner of his lips curl up into a small smile before he looked at both of his other men. 

“Whatcha thinking, Richie?” Joey inquired.

“We should run it by your father first.” Francis’s tone sounded cautious.

“I can make decisions just as much as my pops can.” Richie quickly fired a heated response back at him.

“It’s your day, birthday boy,” I started in a sultry voice, “You call the shots.”

            This was my chance, my chance to get out of that crowded, run-down townhouse I was sharing with five other dancers.  It was my chance to do more than get by, I wanted to get ahead.  I was already at a disadvantage, even upon arriving, but they didn’t need to know that much about me.  Whether it was right or wrong didn’t bother me.  I believed you needed to do a little wrong to live the right way anyway, especially in Chicago.  If I wanted to hold myself to better virtues, I wouldn’t be stripping for a living.  I watched Richie’s face for a more concrete reading, knowing he was thinking, but wanting to be more sure of what.  In the little time that I had gotten to know him, it was evident that he thought pretty high and mighty of himself, and if he had a chance to make a decision that would further push him into power, that’s obviously what he was going to do.  Any way he could demonstrate his power to those other two men at the table, especially Francis, I knew would be his move.  The question was, did he know I was able to read him that well, and did he know what was going on in my mind all the while?

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien fanfiction #the outfit #richie boyle #richie boyle fanfiction #richie boyle fanfic #the outfit movie

[queen-swagzilla]

It’s the way I want to see something BakuDeku that is just pure fluff, mini angst, but all protective Katsuki because it just vibes with how often Izuku ends up in trouble honestly. Just the idea of a quirk or something lowering Izuku’s inhibitions enough that he comes late to class, and just sits in Katsuki’s lap and falls asleep. Or just had a mini freak out about a quirk muttering under his breath. But he straddles Katsuki, hiding his strawberry red face in Katsuki’s neck, and Katsuki’s automatic reaction is to hug back, despite the situation because Izuku is hugging him. And like yeah, this would be after they cleared things up and had some serious conversations and really talked about EVERYTHING. But I just, I dunno Katsuki just being uncertain, not wanting to Scare Izuku off, kind of needing the hug, and being worried because the nerd muttered something about a quirk, and then trying to play it off once they figure out the situation, and it’s like a one day quirk thing with like inhibitions or desires or something, and like they avoid that and try to forget it happened, except Katsuki helped Izuku sleep or something and the next time whoever can’t sleep and they just are like, fuck this. And I want Katsuki to do it because he just is very much a forward person, he’s going to fight with everything he has to get it out there because he has so many regrets about everything he did, and he wants to know whether the situation was real, or just because of the quirk, but he also wants to know how he can save their friendship and potentially turn it into more.

Or even just a simple getting together where a quirk makes Deku very snuggly and Katsuki is the chosen partner, in the middle of the class that Deku is late too because of the incident that caused the quirk, and in turn it causes some secrets to spill through Deku’s rambling in trying to figure out the quirk, the properties, and why Katsuki is the one his feet keep leading him towards. Xue awkward Deku realising his feelings are being projected because of the quirk, hurting himself to avoid making Katsuki uncomfortable and Katsuki being like listen ya stupid nerd, you don’t gotta deal with this alone, we all wanna help, including me, so let us, me, fucking help. Whaddya need a hug, food, nothing alone because you keep trying to do everything alone. And Deku just like blurts out that he needs Katsuki always, just Katsuki, and cute awkward silence and Katsuki gets into the room and they wait out the quirk and then they have a real talk where they both go red and questions are asked and feelings are spilled and their first date is going to be a picnic and a sparring session because why the hell not?

Too many ideas and really bad writing skills 😬

These sound super cute! I have WAY too many WIPs on my plate rn but they’re definitely in my thought bubble now!

[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

General 4, “(She’s/he’s/they’re) just a friend.” “We used to be friends to be ‘just friends’ too.”

Linko

Hi there! I know it's long overdue, but here you go below the cut: You could also read it on AO3!

Ever since the Chief of Police of Republic City had started seeing her number one detective romantically, it would suffice to say that visits to Air Temple Island had taken a rather awkward turn.

Between her own niece dating her boyfriend's brother and both the Avatar and her girlfriend's ex being her current boyfriend, Lin had just about reached a new peak of discomfort.

However, Mako was astonishingly calm about the whole ordeal. She admired how every time she brought up how weird things were, he'd just shrug casually and say, "And so?” Like it was moot.

And truth be told, it really wasn't that big a deal at all.

At this point, in such a close-knit circle, it was only about time that every dating permutation and combination be explored. But of course, despite the chaotic nature of this group, everyone was impressively mature about it.

Presently, howbeit, there was something bothering Mako. He took to dinner extremely unpleasantly, despite Pema having prepared his favorite meal. All exchanges with the young detective were painfully off and no one could pinpoint at what had gone wrong.

But they all knew better than to bait a hotheaded firebender.

At the end of dinner, it was Tenzin who escorted the two of them to their lodging for the night. The ex-lovers walked ahead and dialogued back and forth regarding just about anything under the sun; and while they hoped Mako would snap out of his funk, the firebender only grew further indignant.

Lin went on to provide Tenzin with pleasant nightly greetings from herself and on Mako's behalf, which the airbender kindly accepted and reciprocated by kissing her temple before taking his leave.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Lin's face turned livid.

"Mako what the hell?"

And then he had the gall to turn around to face her looking all confused.

"What did I do?"

"Why are you behaving this way?

“Behaving like what-“

“Oh, now don’t act like a child!” Lin scolded, “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’ve been sulking all evening, making everyone uncomfortable as if this whole situation isn’t weird enough already.”

“You really think I’m the one acting like a child?” Mako scoffed.

“Between the two of us, yes.” She rolled her eyes.

“What about outside the two of us?”

“What do you mean?” Lin drew her eyebrows together out of concern.

Something had happened. Someone had either said something, or made a remark or some stupid kind of snide comment- oh, she was not going to let this person rest-

“Lin!”

She snapped back to their room.

“Yes, sorry!” She shook her head, “Who said what?”

“No one said anything,” He breathed.                   

“Do you have something to say then?”

“Oh, yeah,” Mako pondered sarcastically “I have something to say to someone all right. A lot to say-“

“Mako. What is it?” She cut him off.

“Tenzin.”

“Tenzin?” Lin would’ve actually laughed if he was in a better mood, “What’d that hog-monkey ever do to you? His wife even cooked your favori-“

“Lin! You’re missing the point. You don’t see it!”

Noting his frustration, she moved up closer to him. She placed one hand on either shoulder and exhaled loudly; gesturing him to follow along with her. He exhaled slowly, evening his breathing, and seemingly calming himself down before resting his forehead against hers.

“He gives you those looks, Lin.” He sighed, “He’s always looking at you longingly, smiling in your direction. He’s always seated by your side and-“ He exhaled sharply on her face, “I feel stupid being this insecure.”

“Wait, Mako.” Lin brought her hand up to his cheek softly, “He’s just a friend.”

“We used to be just friends too.”

“Oh, Mako.” She brought his head lower so that she could kiss his forehead gently, “Yes, Tenzin and I have history, but I’m with you. I love you. Not him.” She snorted softly, “I pay such little attention to him that I didn’t even realize how much attention he’s paying to me.”

Mako lightened up slightly, his body no longer radiating that level of heat. It was a tad silly after all. She couldn’t control how Tenzin acted around her; and perhaps, it was a compliment that his woman is wanted and admired by many. He turned his gaze over to her and smiled through his eyes.

“Besides,” She added, “You and I were never friends.”

Mako’s smile fell into a smirk, “So, you had the hots for your detective from the very start?”

Lin affectionately rolled her eyes in response.

“Do you consider me a friend now?”

“No.” She deadpanned, biting her lower lip.

The firebender got a kick out of it though, “What if I told you had a crush on you well before my pro-bending days even? Would you be my friend then?”

“A kid with big dreams of befriending the Chief of Police one day?” She teased humorlessly.

Mako snorted before kissing her nose softly, “Well, unfortunately, you did me one better and made all my dreams come true.”

#lin beifong #chief beifong #mako #lin x mako #linko

[birdmenanime]

Hi ghost! I'd like to aska bout "Kamorei art special" and "Ue ue ue". Have a wonderful day!

SUPRISE! fake dating au

Now, this mess could have been avoided. But Kamoda is just, honestly, too adorable, and Sagisawa is a sucker. So when Kamoda ushers him quietly into his room and lifts up a blanket to reveal a small, fluffy kitten underneath, Sagisawa can’t help but play along. Yes, cats weren’t allowed in their apartment. Yes, this could get them kicked out. Yes, Karasuma would definitely kill them both if he found out. But frankly, Sagisawa took one look at the small stray and would rather die than release the poor girl back onto the street.

Therefore, Sagisawa and Kamoda found themselves in a bit of a situation. That situation being “stop a curious 3 month old kitten from being discovered by their grouchy roommate.” No matter how hard they try, Aia (as they decided to call her), always, always seemed to break out of her cage. And in the absolute worst places. She’d hide in Karasuma’s bed for 4 hours, and refuse to move, and the two would just have to pray Karasuma would sleep over at his boyfriend’s that night. The other day she hid in the cabinet as Karasuma was trying to take out a bowl, causing Kamoda to slam Karasuma’s hand in it before he spotted her (they’re lucky to have lived that). And yesterday, as Karasuma was doing laundry, she was hiding in the basket, and Sagisawa still has no clue how they pulled off pretending the meows were actually Sagisawa practicing for a voice-acting role.

It’s been about a month of fun and torture. All things said and done, however, the little girl added a nice fun energy to the air, as well ast the fact she was absolutely adorable.

But Sagisawa honestly can’t expect Karasuma to be dense forever. And he knows that he knows something is off.

So when Karasuma comes home tonight after a date with Takayama, he immediately corners Kamoda. 

Something Sagisawa has learned, in his many years of knowing the interesting pair that is Kamoda and Karasuma, is that Kamoda is absolutely, without-a-doubt, awful at lying. And Karasuma knows it, too. Kamoda, whenever put on the spot, will either blatantly tell the truth, or come up with the most random, out of left-field lie to cover it up. 

And that is why when Karasuma demands to know what’s going on, Kamoda, panicking, squeaks out: “Rei and I are dating?”

The silence that falls on all three is deafening. Sagisawa has to turn away to hide his blushing face and beg the world to stop making his life so unnecessarily complicated.

Karasuma blinks before standing up straight. “You two are actually together?”

“Yep!” Sagisawa wheezes from the kitchen. Why, oh why did this have to be the lie Kamoda picked?!

Karasuma thinks for a long, hard moment. Sagisawa mentally prepares his funeral. Any moment now he’ll figure it out, and that’ll be the end, and Sagisawa is going to have to crash at Umino’s place and-

“Wow, I can't believe you guys actually got your head out of your asses and realized you like each other!” Wait, what- “I thought you guys just did something stupid like get a cat or destroy my camera.”

“Nope! Just, y’know, first couple jitters!” Kamoda laughs, and holy hell how is Karasuma not seeing through this. The taller man slings an arm around Sagisawa’s shoulder, pulls him close in a weird half-hug. 

The short black-haired man ignores them as he takes out his phone to nonchalantly check his text messages. “Well, I’m happy for you two. I guess it makes sense to be awkward if I randomly show up and third-wheel.” He shrugs. “Anyways, I’m going to shower and work on my project, you guys haven’t had dinner yet, right? I can order if one of you picks it up.”

“Sounds good to me.” Sagisawa calls, watches Karasuma shut the door to his room with his foot, the sound echoing around.

Sagisawa immediately puts his head in his hands, before looking up and loudly mouthing: “WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?!”Kamoda gestures back, clasping his hands and loudly whispering back a “I PANICKED, OKAY?!”

ok so i had this series idea where i would write different aus into one giant fic under the guise that takayama can travel to different universes and he just kinda. pulled eishi along. i might go through with this one honestly

“Where are we…?” He turns around, trying to keep in mind his surroundings. They’re in some sort of hallway, with large open windows and fancy carpets. 

Takayama floats from beside him, before gently landing, his white wings forming the semblance of an outfit, feathers curling in a cape. 

“Somewhere.”

“How helpful.” Karasuma chastises. “Is this another one of your ‘worlds?’”

Before the dreamed-up Takayama replies, someone brushes past him. Karasuma turns, ready to scorn, when he stops dead in his tracks.

“Is that...me?” Karasuma tilts his head as he watches this...other version of him briskly walk down the hallways: his garb is old fashioned, a satchel at his side as he scribbles furiously away in a notebook before snapping it shut. He starts to pace down the stairs, and the real Karasuma, curiosity winning out, starts off in a sprint after (with Takayama in tow).

This fake Karasuma bounds the corner once on the ground floor, stepping out into a large garden. Faintly, it reminds Karasuma of the abandoned lot by Takayama’s house, but more well-maintained, with professional trimmings and in full bloom.

“Woah.” Karasuma breathes, looking up at the bright blue sky and letting his eyes dwindle their way down to the tree lines, then down to the bushes. His clone walks past bundles of flowers strewn in the grass, before reaching a large tree in the middle.

“Prince.” This Karasuma addresses to the branches in the tree, his voice slightly deeper than the current Karasuma (he concludes he must be slightly older). “You really shouldn’t be neglecting your duties.”

A voice hums from the trees. “You’re neglecting yours too, keeper.”

“I’ll have you know that I just came back from errands.” He huffs. “Tatsume had me pick up stock from the next kingdom over.”

“And now you’re here.”

“I was asked to find you. Everyone always comes to me when you’re lost, you know.”

“Is that so?”

“It’s ridiculous. Why would they expect me to know?”

“You found me, didn’t you?”

“...Are you coming down or what?”

A tanned hand peaks out from the foliage.

Karasuma watches as the other boy hesitantly takes it, before yelping as he’s pulled up into the trees, one of the books falling to the ground, pages open. He hears muffled yelling, followed by some laughter.

“Why am I here?” Karasuma asks, to the winged Takayama standing a few feet back.

He shrugs. “They show up at random.”

#my writing #birdmen #takayama sou #sagisawa rei #kamoda mikisada #takaeishi #karasuma eishi #kamorei

[apronapril]

Chapter 4: To surrender is to love! [END]

So, April and I were dating somehow? Holding hands was okay. Hugging was okay. We hadn’t kissed yet, because, in her words, “You should kiss during the wedding day”. As much as I hated the situation I put myself into, that’s what I’ve always wanted, right? Was I really that bad? → Yes, I was. This specific day, I wanted to buy myself some underwear, since everything was so worn out already. My back was killing me, and it could be from all the fighting and how badly I slept, but my boobs could also be the problem. Thus, we went shopping.

It had been so long since I had last listened to her thoughts. I thought it was gone, completely gone, but when I entered the fitting room, I heard some weird voices, almost like screams. Was it her? It made me giggle a little. I asked her if she wanted to see if it fit well — not even thinking a lot about it. She entered the little place, and we were face to face. April was a few inches shorter, but our eyes still met.

“So…”

“It’s… pretty, May. You’re pretty.” We were both really red… it was awkward.

“T-thanks…” April was clumsy, to the point she tripped and fell on her own. That day, it was no different. Somehow, in a matter of seconds, we were both on the ground. Her hands holding for dear life on my breasts. What the…? I could hear a crazy, inner monologue. She ran from the room, and we met after, when I went to purchase it → by the way, it was a simple gym bra.

After that, I stopped hearing her inner voice, but it was fun that I hadn’t lost the ability entirely.

It had been… what… a few weeks, yeah, since all of that. Since we first fought, since we started going out… April, who was seen as a weirdo, now was seen quite more like a… well… hero? People still called her ‘Apron April’, but with more love.

I was feeling lost… torn between being the best girlfriend I could, to being the one to bring her demise. I was a demonic creature, after all, and April was just a saint in play-pretend. We would fight, and I would always come up with excuses for why I wasn’t there. April being a fool helped a lot, too, because she didn’t seem to notice… or, maybe… she would never think I, out of everyone else, could be a villain. That’s what I thought.

We met after a fight ensued downtown. I, with my dumb costume on, April, with the dumber one. She was actually becoming good at fighting me, and I had to use more and more magic to be able to defeat that stupid 108lb girl, when I was almost double her size! Well, it went like this: we started fighting → she yelled nonsense → I got angrier and angrier → she took A GIANT PAIR OF SCISSORS OUT OF NOWHERE??? WHERE DID SHE EVEN BUY IT??? → she tried to cut my neck???? → she ended up ripping my dress → I had my upper body exposed. At that moment, she fell silent. And she looked at me, in utter despise.

“May?” WHAT? How could she… I messed up the spell that kept me in the air, and fell down. She went after me. “Is it you?” She tried taking the (new) mask off, but I held her wrists tight.

“N-nonsense…”

“I know it’s you, May, of course I know.” I was ashamed, so I took off the mask, revealing my bare face.

“How do you know?”

“Well, your boobs… there’s no way I couldn’t tell they are yours.” She looked and sounded serious as fuck, so I knew she wasn’t joking for sure.

“You look at them too much for someone who claims to hate sex!” I yelled.

“I don’t hate sex! I hate filth! You know that better than anyone else!”

“Well, guess what? I’m filthy, and you’re filthy, April! No one is safe from that! We all think of that kind of stuff!” We were yelling at each other, as if we were in our own world.

“I don’t!”

“You don’t? Many times, I’ve read your mind, and I heard your dirty thoughts, April! You’re a hypocrite!”

“That’s why you’re doing all of this?” I came to my senses.

“Well… kind of.” It’s embarrassing to say. “You’d always say these stupid things, and then you started to fight people being happy… it annoys the hell out of me!”

“Do you think that’s fair, May? Fight me like that?”

“It’s not like words alone work on you!”

“What even are you? You’re not human, right?”

“I’m part of the underworld… obviously…”

“All of this time, you’ve deceived me?”

“Listen, I was trying to do something for your own good! B-but it became so heavy I couldn’t hold it with my own hands anymore… I’m sorry, April…” It came from the bottom of my heart.

“So, I’m the villain, May? Because I’ve never seen it that way. You know why I hate it when humans surrender to their desires, right? That’s why my mom left for that young guy, and my father couldn’t take it.” Well, I knew that, but her world view had become so weird that I forgot about that.

“It’s not like you’re the villain… but you can’t punish people for doing this kind of stuff.”

“What about the demons, the succubi?”

“Well, they’re not that bad, you know? They’re kind of like family to me, so it makes me mad that you’re hurting them, too!”

“Fine… I get that.” April fell silent for a moment. “I guess you’re right, May. Then, if I’m the villain… what the hell is that behind you?” I looked in that direction, and there was a huge monster behind us. We looked at each other, with a lot of fear in our faces. I’ve studied about monsters, I’ve defeated them, I’ve befriended them… but I’ve never seen that. It was like a huge black fog, but it seemed to have a solid body. It had a creepy smile, and soul-piercing eyes. I gasped… April held my hand. “I hate you so much right now, May, but I’ll love you forever. Can we finish fighting after we kill whatever this is?”

“Y-yes, April… I love you, too.”

It seemed like the monster had gotten less scary. April jumped in the air, and went for its guts. The sword entered the thing, but it didn’t seem to damage it. I didn’t get it. It slapped her, and she fell to the ground. I went to her rescue.

“Ughh… May, we’re done… this thing is so much bigger than us.” April looked really hurt and defeated. She nervously laughed. “If we die, I just want you to know that… I understand I am just like everyone else… I just don’t know how to deal with that. I’m afraid, May. All I’ve learned my whole life was that it was bad… how could I not fight it?” That was it. We needed to fight ourselves.

“April, I’m really sorry. You’re going to have to be strong.” I faced her, and gasped again. She was about to say something, when I kissed her deeply. I had closed my eyes, but I slowly opened them and checked our surroundings. It was indeed getting weaker. As I ended our so-wished kiss, she brought her hands to her mouth… but she didn’t seem to hate it entirely.

“May…”

“Do you get it now? We have to fight what’s within. We have to be honest. I know it’s hard, so I’ll start… the reason I lied to you about my origin, is that I knew about how your family was a family of monster hunters. I wanted to be your friend, because I used to resent being from the underworld so much… but as I grew, I realized it was a part of me, just as loving you was a part of me too.” I looked at her, forgetting about everything else. She seemed to understand what I meant.

“May, I… feel things for you, sometimes… I want to touch you, and want you to touch me. But I’m afraid we’re going to hell for that.”

“Well, I was born there… it’s not that bad, you know. Just a little cold.”

“It’s not burning hot?”

“Nope.” We were laughing, and we looked at each other again, soon joining our foreheads, and then we went for another kiss. I think April threw everything she knew away, and deepened our kiss. I was happy, finally happy. I could feel the monster dissipating, the fog going away… and we were, once again, April and May. As we separated:

“Do you hate me, April?”

“Well… I can’t say I’m not mad, May… but I think we can overcome this, right?”

“Yes. So, now that it’s over, do you want to-” As I was speaking, a guy interrupted me.

“Hey, you two? You’re under arrest.”

Apparently, people ‘liked’ April because I had accidentally bewitched them into liking her, while my own feelings of wanting to be with her overflowed. You couldn’t actually just beat the shit out of people for making out on campus. And I was considered a monster, to put it simply, and what I had done was against the conduct code. While some monsters could co-exist with humans, we had to abdicate magic and visiting the underworld.

We spent the night in jail, and in the next day, when her dad came to “rescue” us. He was quite an influential man, and he convinced them I would be educated in order to not do that anymore. We had to swear we wouldn’t carry weapons anymore, that we wouldn’t fight, and that we would never wear those clothes again. And so we did.

After about a whole afternoon of scolding, we were back at our apartment. I didn’t really know what to do, and I think neither did April.

“What do you want for dinner?” I asked while I was, once again, cleaning her skin… this time, it was mostly the monster who did it and not me. It still hurt, though.

“Hm… I don’t know… but, like, take-out, right?”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t wanna cook today and if you try to cook we’re going to jail again.” We laughed, and then she said “ouch”, because it still hurt a fucking lot.

“May… you could have talked to me, you know.”

“Well, I guess I couldn’t. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay… I’m also sorry, for never being honest. I mean…” She held my hand. “Until now…” She gave me a look I have never seen before, and then looked to the side. I wondered what it meant for a moment, and then I said:

“Do you want to postpone dinner a little bit?”

“Yes.”

We were finally happy and satisfied after that. ♡

END OF MAIN STORY

#Apron April #GL #Lesbian

[clover-the-awesomest]

Vent??? I guess??? Made for socially awkward ppl I think?????

Disclaimer: I'm not diagnosed with social anxiety or anxiety at all, and have adhd instead, and thus I'm just. Terrible at social interactions. This post is made for people who just want an explanation for why they struggle with social interaction and it's also just a way to get my feelings out myself. I'm not trying to assume anything about anyone!

And also, this post is an extension of this reblog:

You don't need to read it, but if you want then sure. Most of the context is in the tags I wrote tho so... Yeah.

Thanks for reading, and I hope you're mentally okay.

I hate being nice sometimes.

Being friends with people who have seen/gone through some fucked up shit or are just mentally insecure is the norm for me. None of my friends are sane. I'm no different, having been basically raised by the internet and mentally neglected in school for a few years. (Not in highschool tho) There are times where I can relate to my friends heavily, and times when I question whether or not they need like 3 therapists. We typically just like to make insensitive and dark-humored jokes via discord though, since my dry sense of humor works well with theirs. It always works out well...

Until I we end up talking about serious issues in life.

Don't get me wrong, I am more than willing to listen to them when they need to vent about something or get any pent-up sadness out there. They listen to me info-dump all the time, so it's only fair I listen to them too. It's just basic human empathy!

However, I'm terrible at just. Talking to people normally. I cannot hold a regular conversation about real life even if it would save me from some kinda imminent danger! I hate having to talk about anything but my hyperfixations because I then just don't know what else to talk about. So when my friends start venting or asking for advice on something, I freeze up.

I overthink. I freak out. I panic. I feel the need to say something, anything to my friend, because they are my friend and they need support! But nothing comes out of my mouth. I stutter, I sputter, I start treating the situation like a college-level math equation because the situation is so goddamn deep and it's all so complicated and then all of a sudden they look at me like they expect me to say something and I can't say anything because my brain can't process what they're talking about and I just don't know how to react and I don't know what to say and if I do say something it'll be along the lines of "I can't relate" or "I'm sorry" or "I don't know what to say about that" and all of those options are so stupid and so rude and will end up ruining our dynamic/relationship because I acted out of line and I didn't do the right thing and I assumed something about their issues and I'm a failure and I'm stupid and I should've kept my mouth shut and I'm gonna lose them forever and I made them feel worse and now I feel worse and-

...

I don't get stressed easily. I'm not level-headed in the slightest, but I don't really freak out about a lot of things. I'm always just indifferent about things.

It's painful for me when I'm stuck in these situations though because I actually start internally freaking out! I never know what to say or do, even with people I've known for years! I'm not in any bad blood with my family. I'm not in desperate need of a therapist. I'm not suicidal and I sure as hell don't have depression. My life is relatively normal compared to all my friends, who all have some sort of physical and/or mental problem, so I never know how to act when they bring up their issues. I internally panic and I beg whatever holy being I feel like worshiping that I find the words, but they never come. So I just end up feeling like a jerk, like we shouldn't be friends and that I'm the worst person in the world.

I know it's all in my head. I know these fears and insecurities are irrational. I know that they probably are glad that I just listened in the first place. But sometimes, it's all just too much.

So in short, I hate being nice sometimes.

I'll be honest, this was all just me venting on fuccin Tumblr of all places, and I do wish I could provide any comforting words for those who feel the same and need to hear something nice. But true to my own words, I just don't have anything to say. I do believe that you, the reader, can get better and I do have hope for others who struggle with social interaction, because it's just a small issue in the grand scheme of things and it doesn't truly matter. For me though? I got nothing. I don't have any hope for me. I'm just doomed to the internet for all of eternity.

All I can say, is that you should keep your head up and not lose hope with these kinds of things. Don't worry about every little syllable, don't stress over every single word. Chances are nobody will give a crap and they'll just be happy that you listened. The worst case scenario is that they'll tell you what you said was insensitive. That's it. Someone's told me that before, and it sucked, but it truly is the worst that can happen, and you'll likely get over it soon. So again, don't worry over every little thing. It's alright, everything's okay, and it will be okay.

You don't have to like being nice all the time.

#Thank you so so much for reading this hunk of junk lol #I'm so sorry about how long it was. Did not expect it to get so out of hand so quickly. I just needed to get things out. #You can add thoughts in comments and/or reblogs if you want idc #I'll read and respond #Love you platonically! #gtg bye #blog/ask stuff #angst

[snowfalleniris]

Smol Rant Session

It's so funny how I swore I would be active on here and then less than a week later I just forget social media exists 💀

I am so bad at being active on this stuff now. Idk why, I just am and whenever I am on, I feel awkward as hell despite there being NO ONE HERE TO JUDGE ME LMAO I am literally talking to myself

Anyway, this week has sucked ass for me. I've barely gotten any writing done and I feel like shit about it. Mainly because I really love this fanfic but also because I have actual people who read it (surprising) on AO3, and they've been kept waiting for almost three weeks now.

Can't do shit right lmao I have little motivation for anything and when I do get the motivation, I just ruin it by overthinking every little god damn thing. Ugh, I'm my own worst enemy at this point all over again. Thought I escaped my brooding teenage years but ig not. I am a mess and unlike when I was younger, being all 'depressed' (as I used to put it) ain't doing shit for my creativity. I keep wanting to drown myself in games and often times, I do give in to the urge and just play games for hours on end until the sun sets.

I feel stupid for feeling like shit and for feeling so unmotivated because I DID THIS ALL TO MYSELF. I self-isolated and grew distant and, while I may get bursts of energy/motivation to interact w/ friends- it never lasts long. Teenage me thought she had it rough, keeping everything to herself back then.. It's almost laughable now really because while the situation may be different to those times back then- it feels almost as suffocating. But this time, this time it is 100% all my own fault and I can't seem to do a damn thing about it.

Lowkey kinda close to crying now that I've written all this out lol But eh, this will be fine. It always ends up fine in the end. I'm just being a little shit and need to find a means of motivation or whatever. Idk. Something- anything. Maybe hugging my pet will help or maybe it won't. No clue but I gotta cure this lack of motivation one way or another because not writing this fanfic is killing me (not literally).

Here's to hoping I somehow find the will to write the 15th chapter to my fanfic finally. ☕

[thefictionshelf]

I wish somebody had TOLD me before that pedestrians always have right of way at unregulated intersection. Why did I learn that for the first time studying for the driver's test. Do you have any idea how many awkward situations my polite doormat ass has caused approaching an intersection, seeing there are other people and cars, deciding to zone out (thinking that I'll let everyone else go first) and zoning in like a minute and a half later trying to read the facial cues of driver through their 95% black tinted windows to see if I should cross of not. You know that thing where you're walking towards someone, but you both sidestep at the same time so you still end up bumping into each other and then you do the little awkward scramble, which sometimes makes you block each other again? I have been in that situation with CARS. SUVS. PICKUPS. except we can't talk to each other so it can go up to three or four times. In all my years on this earth it had never even really crossed my mind that maybe there were rules for this. I like the think I'm pretty aware of just how stupid and incompetent I can be sometimes when it comes to common sense stuff (it pays when you're as dumb as I am!) but when I learned this I was genuinely shocked. Like I should never be allowed to live in a gas powered home. There's just no way in hell I'll correctly maintain the CO director. They should have never let me graduate from safety scissors.

#/lh #this is playfully self depricating but I am this airheaded in real life #There is not a funny bone in my body (okay. maybe one. i feel like that was a decent joke) but I am the comic relief friend because of the #truly inane things i will say 100% sincerely without a second thought #i am lowkey a danger to myself and others but c'est la vie babey

[threeletterslife]

Hiii!! Sorry it took me a whole week to get around to reading it, but my attention span is zero and IN MY DEFENCE a week passes WAY quicker than you'd think

So here I am, ready to kill my self emotionally once again <3

Okay first of all man of her dreams? Do go on 👀👀

HIS FACE IS OBSCURED??? Someone from Darlaria, I know it. Memories popping up??? Or maybe yoongi? Please god let it be yoongi im not ready for drama

...surely could not be the dARLAREAN PRISONER I'M STILL SMITTEN WITH? sure, y/n, tell yourself that. We'll see what happens in the end

Captain Moon makes another appearance, let's goooooo. The female captains are all QUEENS so far, not a single miss

NECKLACE??????????????????

Wait what was the jewel on her own necklace I'm so stupid uhhhhhhhh

And I'm too lazy to go to the previous chapter. She'll reveal it eventually I'm sure :)

And by the way what the hell did he say for her to experience that Hollow feeling, even if it was only for a second?? This is where the conflict arose I KNOW IT

Wait but y/n THE NECKLACE

Hana is a sweetheart but before I read her letter I'm going to the previous chapter I can't take this

Nevermind all I found was that hers had a white gem :( probably not related then. Or maybe they are I genuinely have no clue how diamonds look like (broke squad wya ✊)

OH MAYBE IT IS THE NECKLACE NVM I'M A GENIUS

Notes ajshdhshsh. She really is dedicated man

...wow. I KNEW THE CONFLICT WAS COMING

But no seriously, if I had dreams like that I would start sobbing. The overwhelming love every single night and one day it just turns into anger and I AUSBAIQBSIQ QIAHSJS can't take it. I'm already an emotional wreck, these dreams would well and truly break me

Oh I'm glad they're learning to be more open minded and I'm glad y/n takes constructive criticism well. Ah... she has such a good life here... all my theories for where this story is going to go just rip this apart I want to cry 😭😭

The subtle pov change from y/n, to third person, to yoongi 👀👀👀 once again reminding me why chana is ✨best author✨"

...if he hadn't been his mother's son..." — oh that is such a heavy line. Yoongi, darling... :(

I have so much to say about Yoongi's thoughts, but since I have no idea how to put it into words all I'm going to say is SWEETHEART, EAT

And you're in love with y/n, stop denying it ✋

HE WAS CARRESSING THE PAPER SHSKSJSJS I CACKLED

At first when I read it I thought it was saying he was caressing her face?? And I was like that's a sudden jump wth??? And then i realised it was a damn piece of paper-

No, honestly, imagine being in yoongi's situation and reading that piece of paper. How would you even react 😭😭😭 AND COULD YOU IMAGINE IF IT HAD BEEN A DREAM ABOUT HER LOVE LIFE

AND Y/N BABE WHY WOULD YOU MAKE A BATTLE PLAN ON THE BACK OF YOUR DREAM PAPER WHAT WAS THE REASON

And with that—ladies, gentleman, and others—brings us to the end of the chapter <3

I have many theories and I honestly I hate myself for being too observative (it is my greatest quality yet my biggest weakness)(as in I'm observative only when I don't want to be why the fuck does this happen to me)

I think... I THINK I know what end game will be? But I'm really excited in finding out how she gets there, what is the situation leading up to it it and stuff. Very interesting story and I know I'm going to cry a lot. When you finish it... yknow you could change the character names and publish it as an actual, physical book 👀 it would be tough but you'd have tons of fans and so many people would love it. And that FINANCIAL STABILITY baby if it ever gets popular you're set for life (it would be hella awkward if anyone found out it was originally a yoongi//jungkook fanfiction though ahdhhdd)

Anyway the fact that it took me nearly 50 minutes to read 1 chapter tells you a lot about my attention span, so...🤡🤡

Have a great day, Chana <3 (my autocorrect keeps trying to correct your name to CHANA, so maybe I should just scream at you from now on)

LMAO lod is always an emotional ride 😟 gotta prepare for it

i agree with you 😩 our female captains are QUEENS. i want to be friends with all of them

also bro yeah i feel like my dreams affect my days 😭😭 if i wake up from a bad dream, i'll be scared shitless for a few hours LOL. if i wake up from a happy dream, i'll be soaring through the sky the whole day

I LOVE WRITING POV CHANGES FOR THE GENERAL AND OC. it especially brings me a lot of joy to write the general's thoughts because we normally don't get to hear what he's thinking

LMAOOO CARESSING HER FACE?? WE SKIPPED A FEW CHAPTERS THERE LOL

lmao if i was in yoongi's situation, i wouldn't know how to act. like just imagine stumbling upon writing like that with no context. i would probably assume she was dating someone or something and get mega sad

YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHAT THE END GAME WILL BE? DO YOU MIND SHARING? it'd be funny if you just predicted the entire plot LMAO

i think lod is such a big work of mine that i might just publish it one day 💀 but you're also right. if pple found out if it was originally a fucking yoongi/jungkook fanfiction, i would disappear into thin air

LMAO ETERNAL SCREAMING DOESN'T SOUND SO BAD. HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY AS WELL!

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