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mad-hunts · 13 days

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@divingdownthehole

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as barton was left to his own devices in the kitchen, it only then just occurred to him how the seven-fold bistro had a tv in the side of their lobby. and that could potentially be very bad if they weren't talking about the latest humdrum gossip in relation to bruce wayne or something — so, he would have to find a way to not appear suspicious and also, turn it off if they were talking about the death of the two guards already. barton sighed to himself as he pushed a chunk of the chicken on his plate to the side. he really had his work cut out for him here, didn't he?

of course, there might be a chance that jervis could handle it, he thought. but the last time he had handled something, he'd done it by sticking pins into someone. barton suddenly found himself standing up as if he was startled by the very thought of something like that happening to ravi. he had to create some sort of plan, for he couldn't just bust out of those doors, even if nothing was going on on that television. he tapped on the cold steel of the table below him with his sharpened nails as he contemplated what to do. maybe he could just stick by the almost saloon style doors of them for a bit and listen in on what exactly was going on out there.

just as ravi and jervis had made it to the front of the restaurant, his feet were carrying him to push his entire body flush against the doors, but with not enough pressure to actually open them. he thought he could hear jervis's voice now, but it was very distorted by the wall between him and the rest of the bistro. so he would have to get closer to the outside if he actually wanted to hear anything. while barton was now stressing, ravi honestly couldn't have looked more relaxed, as any friend of barton's was a friend of his. ( except they weren't really friends at all... but i digress. ) he smiled slightly whenever he heard him mention the soup out of approval, ❝ ooh... good choice. i love our mulligatawny soup, but it usually has rice in it, rather than on the side. but i could always request that our chefs put it there instead if you want. ❞

he shrugged nonchalantly and nodded, knowing that the kitchen would be more than willing to do something like that for jervis. ravi could feel his ears perk up and barton's ears did the same exact thing as a breaking news alert popped up on the tv. alright, well, he was not going to be waiting inside the kitchen any longer for something to happen — that was for sure — and so he opened up one of the doors in such a way that it wouldn't attract much attention. barton seemed to materialize out of quite literally nowhere, at least from ravi's point of view, before he was grabbing him by the opposite shoulder a little aggressively but not too much.

barton had played this off as him trying to playfully scare the other but what he was really aiming to do was turn the tv off. and that's exactly what he managed to do with the remote below the counter while ravi was too busy with being shocked, but then laughing in response to barton's 'cheeky' behavior as he spoke to him in between laughs and pushed him away from him, before punching his arm. ❝ oh, my god. you scared me! you jerk, why did you do that? don't tell me that this is you still being bitter that i beat you last time we sparred or something. ❞ ravi was still laughing, so he obviously didn't mean anything that he said in a malicious way as barton himself tried to catch onto the other's wrist before he punched him, but failed.

barton chuckled a few times before nursing the spot where ravi punched him with his arm. he made himself look guilty, only after winking at jervis whenever the other party wasn't looking, as if to say ' you're welcome ' and said, ❝ ahh, you caught me. but scaring you totally satisfied my need for revenge after you beat me. so, at least there's kind of a positive side to all of this. and just to keep you in the loop, jervis, me and ravi sometimes spar together because we're both boxers, ❞ barton gestured to the other man with one hand while ravi came down from his laughter. he made a playful ' shoo ' gesture towards barton, then. ❝ hey. me and your friend, who is also my friend now, by the way, were having a rather rousing conversation about his interest in the mulligatawny soup before you came along. so if you wouldn't mind... ❞

ravi left barton to fill in the lines of what else he was going to say before the blonde raised his hands in feigned surrender and sat down across a few seats away from them behind the counter. ravi laughed, making a ' come hither ' gesture towards himself, ❝ i was just joking, barton. you don't have to sit so far away. but anyway, i'll put in your order for the soup, if there are no objections? ❞ barton moved silently closer to ravi in particular, setting down his curry in front of him. he seemed oddly a bit protective of ravi based on the look he gave jervis.

it was one that said ' you better continue being nice to him or i'll kill you. ' and trust me, barton would do it, too.

#divingdownthehole #tw: mentions of murder.#tw: slight manipulation.#AWW of course emi! you totally deserve it as i always say haha <33 and plsss you are much too sweet to me #TYSM for the compliment!! you are now one of my ELITE employees okok #and it'll do more than suffice! its perfect TBH (: but its all good. i didnt think that there were any pacing issues personally??#but sameee tbh. also why is barton wanting jervis to be nice to ravi but threatening him by doing so both messed up-#and oddly kind of wholesome to me like JSJSJ i guess because the man is typically anything BUT wholesome??? albeit in his own...#barton-like way. like GAHHH. the layersss loll also i just wanted to say that i replied to this on a separate chain because i noticed that-#our thread was getting quite lengthy and i just wanted to make it easier for us to reply to each other's reblogs SO i installed a browser-#extension to trim reblogs but for some reason it doesn't work with asks? so i have to start a whole new chain to do it but yeahhh.#i'm sorry if this makes it inconvenient for you to reply in any way but i didn't want our other thread to be broken so this was the better-#alternative to that jsjsj

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woundedheartwithin · 1 year

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#yakuza #judgment #shintani masamichi #my screenshots #that's emi over there but i'm not gonna tag her she deserves better than this

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getting-messi · 1 year

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i'm pretty sure that anon meant penalties are why argentina won 🤡idk how many times this needs to be said, but you really don't need to get murdered in the box to get a pen lol. not their fault opponents didn't catch on to arg deliberately holding on to the ball in the box to draw fouls, and guess what happens when you get fouled in the box!! anyway lol if anyone still actually believes that then they didn't watch argentina's games 🤷‍♀️ because the whole team played really well the whole tournament and despite france getting 2 penalties in the final (i feel like we don't talk about that enough??? but ok) they still dominated their superteam almost the whole way through. scaloni worked miracles on argentina and i read a tactical analysis from the athletic on how they're the most tactically flexible champions we've had and it's true, he was changing formations and sometimes lineups most games to suit specific opponents and his only weakness was sometimes making subs too early. as for messi and emi (i think that's about the best awards? i'm not sure) messi is messi, and emi was phenomenal and is quite literally the main reason they won + was solid for aston villa the whole year even with a shit defence. some salty ass mfs on twt actually tried to say lloris is a better overall goalie when even with a good defence at spurs, he still messed up almost every game before his injury 😭. aaa this is a rant but we will be feasting well on all the tears tonight #trust

oh i absolutely was asking to just get them to say it with their chest so i could put them in their place🤧

and you've really summed it up sis. Like people love to act dumb when it comes to penalties. All sense just RIGHT OUT THE WINDOW. Other than the Saudi and Mexico match, there is not a single match in that tournament where Argentina weren't primarily dominating.

Let's actually sum up the penalties he got in this tournament:

Saudi - pen but they ended up losing the match so no benefit

Mexico - no penalty

Poland - penalty given and saved so no benefit

Australia - no penalty

Netherlands - was already up 1-0 and Argentina were dominating the match

Croatia - by far our easiest win in the tournament, croatian players admitted that they played a bad match and that assist Messi had shows that pen/no pen, he had them on strings

France - valid pen, and france played like shit for 75 minutes so whats their point?

Had messi missed a penalty at any moment during the tournament, whether in the semi-final, or the final - they would've been on his back they way they were back in 2016 when he missed the penalty against Chile in the shootout.

They definitely weren't watching Argentina at all, truly just bitter humans.

#scaloni is a genius even down to switching Alvarez from a sub to a starter over Lautaro #even vs croatia we had players suspended on yellow cards and his substitutions till made sense #SO MANY people criticized him for starting di maria in the final but he did his job SO PERFECTLY #and yeah - strikers are told to hold onto the ball in the box to force defenders to foul them #defenders know better than to make needly contact in that position - they're always told to let the gk handle it #And Emi was chosen by his PEERS life if anyone wants to be upset they should quiet down because their fav player/coach probs voted for him #i love an underdog story and i want emi to get all the praise that he deserves right now #and hugo lloris............................................#lemme not laugh.#LOVE THE RANTS THO!

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kangnina · 12 days

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MDNI - Rich!Jungwon 3

Jungwon Masterlist

“When you said we should elope, I thought you meant a few days. You do realize that I have to do makeup work for all of my classes, right?” you say to Jungwon as he pulls you off the edge of the jacuzzi and into his arms for a hug. He kisses your neck.

“Or… or… you could be my sexy little housewife, Mrs. Yang,” he says, his hands sliding down your back, into the hot water to squeeze your bare ass. You pull away to look him in the eyes. Dark wet hair matted to his forehead, he wiggles his eyebrows as he smiles mischievously.

“I’m not lazy. I don’t want to sit on a golden pedestal like a princess, doing nothing.”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he says. “ Let me take care of you baby. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” He continues nibbling on your neck.

“-- which includes being a spoiled housewife,” you say tilting your head. Jungwon sighs.

“Fine. Fine. We’re still on our honeymoon, let’s not ruin it by arguing,” he picks you up, stepping out of the jacuzzi. The cool air makes you shiver as you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Your naked bodies dripping water all over the floor.

“This isn’t an argument. It’s a conversation,” you say.

“Well, I guess you don’t want make up sex then,” he tries to put you down. But you cling tighter to him, like a koala.

“I didn’t say that. Nope. I didn’t say that at all.” He chuckles, carrying you into the bedroom. He lays you down on the edge of the bed.

“Babe, we’re drenched. The bed–”

“There are six rooms in this suite. I’ll fuck you on every bed– every goddamn surface in here, if I want to,” he says, teasing the tip of his hard cock against your folds. He leans down to kiss you as he slides in with ease. He begins a slow, delicious rhythm that makes you purr, grabbing his shoulders. “...and then when we get home, I’m going to fuck you on every surface in our house. Because that’s what my sexy little spoiled housewife deserves,” he whispers in your ear. Before you can respond he thrusts into you, making you scream his name.

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You want to pull your hair out, staring at the calculus equations in your textbook. Math has never been easy for you. It also doesn’t help that you can hear Jungwon arguing with his dad over the phone. From the other side of the house. Jungwon is pissed and you understand why. It’s your first day back in the real world as a married couple and he just found out his father locked him out of the Yang International’s corporate accounts. You know the old man is never going to stop harassing Jungwon about his “foolish decisions.” Tired of hearing the insults, you grab your books and throw them into your bookbag. The library will give you a little comfort in your old surroundings before you married into a luxurious headache.

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You return from the vending machine to your study room to find your phone glowing with a text from Jungwon.

“Where are you baby?”

“The library. I needed a quiet place to study. I couldn't concentrate with all the yelling.”

“Sorry to run you away but why didn't you take a guard with you?”

“I didn't think it was necessary. It's a library not a nightclub. I feel perfectly safe here.”

“We still need to talk about that. I'm sending a guard. His name is Franklin. If he doesn’t say the code word ‘TIGERLILY’ to you, do not get in the vehicle. Please come straight home when you're done. It'll get better. I promise. I love you.”

“Ok. I love you too.” You read over his words a few more times. Guards and code words. You knew you were in over your head but now you’re wondering what Jungwon wants to talk about. Does this have to do with his dad? You remember your joke about him having a hit out on you. Sure he's an asshole but he's not evil. Is he?

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@nyfwyeonjun @maymarrylhs @nyxtwixx @ilabjungwon @enha-ism @belowbun @emi-en @mydearestwonnie @woniesprincess04 @snoopypupp @moonlightndaydreams @daydreams-after-dark @wildflowermooon

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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would you do a request for emily prentiss x secret girlfriend, where she finally gets introduced to the team and they find out the reason why emily is so happy? also, you’re a beautiful writer and i love reading all your works

Meet the family

*Authors note~ love getting prompts for this lovely lady. She really holds my heart and truly I think she deserves all the love and attention*

Trigger warnings~ nothing?

Prompt~see ask^^^

Who would've knew that night in the bdsm bar you'd end up being taken home by the most stunning woman in the place. For her, she was drawn to you. After a particularly rough case she'd been wanting to blow off some steam, neither of you had intended on this being more than a one night thing. That one magical, sexy and beautiful night was the catalyst of something so pure it was almost unreal.

Emily had explained to you, her job didn't allow for relationships really, she had to travel to catch the un subs. You were given the choice to try and see where it went or walk away with no judgement. Happily, you choose to try, there was something about this woman that had you hooked. Like your own personal brand of heroin. You being a lawyer meant you were busy a lot of the time. Cases often came home with you, which made Emily feel so much better when she brought paperwork home too. Some nights you both sat at one of your places with a glass of red wine working diligently. Often those nights would end in the most wonderful passionate loving sex.

Around the one year mark Emily returned from work seeming on edge, you instantly worried about her. Had she been hurt? Had the case been too rough on her? Yet when she informed you rather shyly that Rossi was hosting a family dinner, you smiled at her, "that's okay emi I will be okay for one night." She shook her head and avoided your gaze mumbling out quickly, "Rossi said I can bring a plus one. Come with me?"

Now of course Emily spoke of her team, not much but you knew names and rough descriptions. You knew who had partners and children and who Emily bantered with at work. Derek Morgan seems to be a right flirt and you remember the day Emily texted you about his awful pick up line "with a film and a Halloween honey." You remember cringing at the text before responding with a flirty text to distract your girlfriend. "You want me to meet the family?" You quizzed trying to hide the joy you were feeling. Emily is extremely carful with who she lets in so this was a massive step for her and you couldn't help but feel pride. She trusted you. She wanted everyone to know you were hers. "Em of course I'll come to Rossis with you when is it ?"

That Friday you made sure to leave work slightly earlier than normal as you hurried to get home, shower, do hair and make up and find the perfect outfit for the occasion. Emily arrived as you were pacing your bedroom, unable to decide between this beautiful maroon dress or the tight fitting emerald green dress you'd wore to yours and Emily's first date.

"Damn angel, I hope your not planning on showing up like this" she gestured to your underwear clad body coming to pull you in by the hips and kiss you senseless until you both needed air to breathe. "Green one baby" she stated with a quick smack to your right ass cheek she left the room heading to the front door calling out to you,"need to leave in five minutes Angel." You quickly adorned the chosen dress and did a final sweep of anything you'd need before locking up your apartment and getting into your girlfriends car.

The drive there was quite, Emily's hand flickering from your thigh to the gear stick as you sat in thought, what if they didn't like you? Or think your good enough for Miss FBI agent superstar Emily prentiss. Only when Emily had pulled up outside and shut the car off did she turn to cup your cheeks with her hands and press her lips to yours. The kiss instantly calming your nervous as your mind and body became wrapped in everything that was Emily.

Truthfully, you were so nervous you didn't even remember getting from that kiss in the car to Rossi's front door. Emily knocked twice before squeezing the hand that she held yours with, "you'll be okay Angel they will love you" she whispered managing to sneak a kiss to your cheek before the door opened. Emily greeted the grey haired man as Rossi and lead you into the house. It was truly magnificent and you couldn't help but feel slightly out of place here. The three of you joined the group of people in the kitchen and that's when you were spotted.

"Who is this honey" Derek asked glancing between you and Emily, "This is my girlfriend Y/n" she announced looking at you with her usual adoring gaze. "Em, she's so pretty, you said she was but aww em" the blonde lady blurted out seeming like an excited child on Christmas morning before being chuckled at by Derek, "calm down baby girl." You smiled at the interactions. More people greeted you and introduced themselves, soon enough you were in a conversation with JJ and Reid about how Emily likes to speak in different languages when she is annoyed with Derek. They told you how your girlfriend had been happy for the past year and not let anyone in on the reason, often turning down celebrating after a case to spend the night with you. You felt your heart flutter at that, you knew knew you loved her more than life itself it was so reassuring to hear she did too.

Soon enough Emily abandoned her conversation with Rossi and Hotch in favour of coming to find her girlfriend who seemed to be the night's favourite company. It warmed her heart to see you fitting into the BAU family so effortlessly, she knew you would. That's why she'd handed Rossi a little box while you were distracted. She knew what she wanted forever and that was you. "Hey angel, I hope you're only being told good things about me" she teased while starring each of her friends down and placing her hands round your hips encouraging you to leave backwards against her. "Mm hey emi" you murmured happily smiling up at her. Truly tonight was so special and such an important moment in your relationship that you just wanted to bask in the moment, until Derek decided to tease your girlfriend, "emi" he put on a poorly done girl voice causing your girlfriend to start saying a flurry of Spanish words. Here and now, this is what you wanted for life. Her. And you hoped she felt the same.

Later on that night you didn't need to hope no more. You'd found something on your plate that was most definitely not edible so you turned to look at Emily with confusion written all over your face, only then did you see her down on one knee whispering, "Angel, you met my family, you've put up with my crazy work schedule and you're the one filling my heart with love, light and happiness. I want you for life so will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Her voice trembled ever so slightly at the end as she began to profile you, searching for any signs of rejection. You squealed and threw yourself at the raven haired woman, "yes yes yes emi yes I'll marry you" you sobbed happy tears as she pulled a small dainty yet classy ring from her pocket, slipping it on your finger before standing to fall height and kissing you. Life as Emily's wife was all you could have ever dreamed of, yet now it wouldn't be a dream. It would be reality.

Word count~ 1356

#anon answered #fanfic #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #anon requests #anon requested

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yanderecrazysie · 6 months

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can I request about the scenario with suga tho? and to make it better make the reader a little tsun tsun so that it's understandable that he didn't think he is her crush.

maybe she's having a conversation with the girls and the topic went to their crushes. and when she started describing him they caught on and asked "is it suga?" to which she denied and said that he's too bland and boring for her taste.

she didn't know he was listening, he didn't know she was lying

I especially love that last line.

Title: Deny

Pairings: Sugawara Koushi x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, drugging

Summary: Sometimes denial leads to more issues than confessing the truth.

deny

/verb/

refuse to admit the truth of (a concept or proposition that is supported by the majority of scientific or historical evidence):

“It’s not like I actually need help on my homework or anything,” you lied, “I just want an outside perspective.”

Sugawara smiled brightly, as he always did. Your heart melted a little every time you saw that smile, but you’d never admit it to anyone, least of all him.

It wasn’t as though Sugawara had done anything to warrant that response. If anything, he’d earned the right to know how you felt about him through kindness and neverending patience.

It’s just how you were: you didn’t like being vulnerable and that’s that. End of story.

“I’d be glad to help you, even if you don’t need it,” Sugawara replied. He always seemed to take you so seriously and not at face value at the same time. He respected your wishes without ever getting offended or questioning your responses.

Maybe that’s why you were head over heels for him.

He was just such a kind person, you felt bad every time you lied to save face. He didn’t deserve your snarky remarks and cold attitude, but you couldn’t help it. It was in your nature.

You hated these kinds of chats with your friends most.

Boys, boys, boys- it’s all they ever talked about since hitting puberty and you were always subject to their questioning.

“Don’t you like anyone, (Y/n)?” a girl named Sakura asked, “Even just a little?”

You stubbornly shook your head.

“Come on, there has to be someone!”

“There’s no one. Every here sucks,” you stuck your nose in the air, hoping to come across as confident in your response. You tried your best to keep Sugawara’s smiling face from swimming in your mind, as though the other girls might accidentally see it.

“I don’t think that’s true,” Emi, another one of your friends, stated playfully, a grin growing across her face, “I think I know who she likes.”

“Who?” Sakura asked, her question quickly echoed among the other girls.

Immediately, you felt your face go hot, “Me, myself, and I. That’s three people. There, happy?”

Emi ignored your sassy remark, “I think she likes Sugawara Koushi.”

Gasps rang out from your friends. One by one, you could see the gears turning in their heads as they thought back to the times you two interacted. Putting together the puzzle pieces to see that Emi was 100% correct in her guess.

“That’s not true at all!” You were seething now, desperate to regain control. Desperate to stave off the heat blooming in your cheeks and that terrible feeling of embarrassment.

“Come on, you know you like him,” Emi prodded, “You’re always spending time with him.”

Your voice rose, “I do not like Sugawara, okay? We’re just friends, that’s all!”

“He’s totally your type though, isn’t he?” Emi teased, “Smart, sweet, and-”

“Boring! Plain! Average!” You snapped, “He’s literally so cookie cutter that it’s annoying. He has no personality whatsoever. He’s like a blank sheet of paper. He even looks boring.”

Emi blinked in surprise, “Woah. I guess you don’t like him. Sorry.”

“You should be,” you huffed, relief like a flood throughout your body. Finally, the attention was off you and that vulnerableness was gone.

You were safe.

That’s where your memory ended. It was a sudden shift, from the cafeteria to this dark room. Logically, you knew you’d been drugged and some time had definitely passed, but it sure felt like you had teleported.

Your cries for help died when the door to the room opened and Sugawara strode inside, looking grim.

“Why?” You didn’t bother hoping he was there to save you- he showed no hint of surprise on his face upon seeing your bound form, “Why did you do this?”

“I had to,” Sugawara said, head bowed a little, “What was I supposed to do? Stupid, boring me thought I had a chance, but I was wrong. I had to do this, it was the only way.”

It took you a moment to put the puzzle pieces together. And when you did, your heart dropped straight into your stomach.

“I was lying!” you spluttered.

Sugawara froze for a moment, a stunned expression crossing his face before it softened into a smile. One that didn’t make you melt this time.

“Then that’ll make this a whole lot easier.”

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere x reader #haikyuu!!#yandere one shot #one shot #yandere sugawara #sugawara koushi

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nakachuchu · 9 months

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CHAPTER NINE: GREED

Golden Child series

SYNOPSIS: Things were peaceful and you could feel something changing.

READER: female

WORDS: 1k

WRITTEN: 08/29/2023

Since your incident, you were holed up in your room or the library. But unlike your previous depression with Emi's death, you were more than ready to become the best sorcerer you could be.

Emi fought for you to live, and you would honor her by doing whatever you could to prove that you deserved to be a Special Grade sorcerer.

You trained for weeks and read books on everything known to the Jujutsu world. You would go on low-level missions, then beg Yaga for more to the point where even Gojo was getting a bit worried — and Gojo never got worried about just anyone.

He had to consider you a good friend to be truly worried about you like he worried about Geto.

"You trying to kill yourself again?" Gojo asked as he pressed the cold juice can to your cheek.

Your body tensed and you automatically jabbed your fingers into his ribs.

"That hurt!" he screeched as he pulled your hands out.

"It was cold!" you retorted defensively.

You were sitting on the floor of the library with books sprawled around you. There was a notebook and colored pens on your lap.

Gojo was leaning over you like a giant, blocking your light.

Gojo and you got closer after the incident. He started bothering you since the first day you decided to go to the library.

Every day, like clockwork, he would show up with a treat for you. It wasn't until he bought you mochi that you realized you never had sweets before.

There was never a need or craving for you to eat sweets before, which is a heinous deed for a man who loved sweets as much as he did.

You began to look forward to the sweets.

"What's this?" you asked as you looked at the packaging of the can.

"Milk tea with jelly," he replied as he grabbed the can from your hands and opened it.

"Hey!" you shouted as you hurriedly stood up and attempted to grab the can from him.

He drank from it while skipping away from you. You chased after him, annoyed that he was interrupting your studies.

Suddenly, he stopped skipping, making you skid to a halt. You eyed him, reaching your hand out to grab the can from him.

"You sleep yet?" he asked as you wiped the opening of the can with your sleeve.

"No," you answered before sipping from it. "It's good," you murmured.

"Course it is. I personally picked it out for you."

You stared at him and blinked before walking back to your circle of textbooks.

"Don't ignore me."

If it was one thing you learned about Gojo, it was that he enjoyed attention. If the attention wasn't focused on him, he would throw a fit like a child.

"I'm not ignoring you. I just didn't know how to respond," you replied as you sat down.

Gojo followed after you, sitting on top of the table instead to look at you from above. You looked better than when he first met you.

Your eyes seemed brighter and you talked more. He knew that the incident with Ayumi contributed to that, but he wanted to know why it had to go to that extent.

He didn't know anything about you and he knew he didn't have the place to ask. The two of you weren't that close. He knew Nanami before you, and he still didn't know Nanami's parents' names.

“It's my birthday, ya know,” he said.

“Is this a ploy for my attention again?”

“It's really my birthday,” he said with a pout.

A soft chuckle left your mouth.

As soon as it did, you went silent before looking at Gojo in surprise. He had a similar expression on his face.

That was the first time you laughed.

You cleared your throat and looked down at the book. “Happy birthday. So, where’s Ieiri and Geto?" you asked, eyes glued to the words in front of you.

"Shoko's with Yaga and Suguru's on a mission,” he responded, amused.

"Why aren't you on a mission?" you asked, feeling heat crawl up your neck.

He was hoping you wouldn't ask, but either way, he wouldn't tell you the truth. He wanted to keep you in the dark a little longer.

"I've been having the shits lately."

Your hand stopped writing for a moment, then resumed. "That's gross."

He shrugged. "It's just how it is."

Gojo watched as you studied. He didn't understand the point of you studying. He believed that improving as a sorcerer meant going out in the field or practicing physically, not by reading books and taking notes.

And you weren't that stupid. You knew now how Gojo was as a person, and that he thought what you were doing was stupid.

But you knew that there was something behind your life. You thought you were normal before your parents' deaths, but you knew something bigger was at play.

"If I turned evil, would you kill me?" you asked quietly.

He didn't answer for a moment, which made you look up at him. His glasses were tilted down, making you realize that he had been staring at you this whole time.

"I'd have to," he responded.

You hummed. "Good."

His lips twitched. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

You blinked, biting back a smile. "Dangerous things, Gojo."

He hopped off the library table and knelt in front of you. You couldn't help but keep eye contact with us. His blue eyes shone brighter than anything in the library.

"Remember, Ama, you don't get to die without my permission."

When did you give him permission to call you by your first name? You had no memory of ever doing so.

“Since when did we make that deal?” you asked, breathless.

He smirked. “You just don't remember.”

“You're a manipulator.”

Gojo Satoru was a master manipulator, but you didn't even know half of it. He wasn't interested in you much when the two of you first met, but now he knew how interesting it was to be around you.

“And don't you ever forget that, Ama.”

You liked how your name sounded on his tongue.

TAGLIST: @sleepydang @nerdiel-has-no-braincells @the-fab-killjoy

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader

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love-on-mars · 10 months

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When I watch the dirt and look at clips of mick being on his goofy moments I think to myself why is it that he got portrayed as the grumpy old man

And then I thought this is another way of snubbing him out his opinion on things because the other 3 act like they know everything especially Nikki

I think mick is better off without them

The movie did Mick dirty, it really undermines his experiences and more importantly the trauma he suffered his whole life.

(TW) That’s one thing that’s always bothered me, how nobody talk about his trauma. He was in a very abusive relationship with Linda Corriea (aka the thing) who would beat the shit out of him, and take advantage of the money he was gaining. It got so bad Mick that he tried to end his life by walking into the ocean (from the dirt book). He was basically homeless before he was in the Crue. Plus there’s Emi Canyn, being with her caused the guys to terrorize them by screaming at them and throwing things at them. That whole thing where Nikki hit a bystander on a bullet train in Japan was supposed to be at Mick because he was dating Emi.

Emi ended up leaving him and took all of his money, she never loved him. You can see in the 90s how exhausted and sad he looks, and this was when Nikki’s emotional and mental abuse got worse towards Mick after Vince left.

Following The Corabi era Mick was diagnosed with schizophrenia, which was probably brought on by the stress he was put through. Generation Swine made it worse, with Nikki doubting Micks abilities entirely (part of which was because of Scott Humphrey, the producer) but Mick felt like he had nothing to contribute. He was then with a woman named Robbie Mantooth, I don’t know a lot of the relationship but it ended with a lawsuit (that Mick won) over money because she took advantage of knowing his banking info, while he was basically incapacitated by the AS and the poor conditions of his home.

Mick almost died, and yes, Nikki saved him. But couldn’t Nikki have just checked up on his “friend” that he claims to look up to so much only once during the early 2000s hiatus? Oh wait, Nikki abandoned Mick and Motley as a whole for his own shit. And the way that the Resurrected documentary went on about Micks hip replacement made it seem like Nikki was such an angel for helping him, when it could have been avoided if Nikki didn’t treat Mick like shit and abandon him.

Nikki doesn’t deserve any praise. And Mick being so unseen in the movie couldnt have been an accident. He’s not some grumpy old man that hates everything, he’s a silly goofy guy with a dark sense of humor who hates everything. Mick deserves better.

#mick mars #mick mars imagine #mick mars x reader #motley crue #motley crue x reader #1313 #tommy lee #nikki sixx #vince neil #team mick

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cloudsandwichsoup · 1 year

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Ok ok ok so I have this mp100 roleswap au that I’m not gonna do anything with (me when i lie /hj) but I wanna talk about it so here we go. Spoilers for mp100 ofc.

kageyama refers to mr. kageyama btw

mob —>teru

ritsu —>shou

reigen —>serizawa

dimple —>mogami

toichiro—>kageyama

tome —>takenaka

musashi —>onigawara???

tsubomi —>emi

MORE UNDER CUT

cast lol:

“master… you shouldn’t let others push you around.” suzuki (hanazawa) “teru” teruki is the main character in this au. he’s a normal middle school boy that just happens to be well liked by his classmates. He tries not to stand out too much despite this (think s1 ritsu) because he’s afraid of hurting people with his powers. He relies a lot on his abilities and is a little stuck up but he has a good heart and tries his best. unlike canon mob he’s quick to jump in head first into problems when people annoy him. He masks his true emotions with anger which causes a lot of trouble more often than not. he’s eager to learn new techniques and when he does exorcisms he’s not afraid to show off a little. only when things get desperate for his loved ones does he get serious. he cares a lot about fashion and his hair. (that’ll be important later lol)

“what’s important is staying true to yourself… just be kind, hanazawa.” serizawa katsuya is teru’s mentor. he’s a former shut in that in the later half of his life tried to get his life together. Now he’s a broke psychologist that situated his office in the cheapest place he could find. in the beginning of the story he’s very easy to walk all over because he lacks confidence but teru’s wit compensates for that… somewhat. he’s shy and a bit awkward but is ready to put his life on the line for teru. he’s become really attached to the kid almost considering him family. he tends to close himself off but has been trying his best to be as honest as possible with teru. serizawa is usually very calm and collected, being able to deal with clients with ease (he’s not as nervous when he’s in his element) but his temper is something to be feared when he finally loses his composure. he’s also a huge nerd lol. sarcasm is added to his vocabulary as teru rubs off on him.

“i’m proud of you teruki. you’re going to go far in life.” mogami keiji is a pessimistic spirit used to be a famous psychic in life. now in death he just wants to control people and bring the world to the state he wants it to be. he wants everyone to conform so he can easily punish those who deserve it. he doesn’t care if his methods are unethical but he starts to change his mind about the world once a certain esper beats him up. at first he attempts to manipulate teru into becoming his sympathizer so he could use him (mogami land) but it backfires. he ends up babysitting said esper instead and learning things from him. he realizes that not everyone is terrible and that goodness can come from unexpected places… even himself.

“you… consider me your rival!? uh, well… i’ll try not to wander too far then.” kageyama “mob” shigeo is teru’s closest friend. previously he was the accidental shadow leader from black vinegar. he usually doesn’t stand out among the crowd but had made an underground name for himself fighting other delinquents with his psychic powers. it started out as an accident but it ended up escalating from there. the black vinegar delinquents threatened him (they were going to hurt his brother) so they could use him as their pawn. he is a kind and gentle person at heart but eventually he fought others to vent out his frustrations of things the delinquents made him do and his complicated family situation. after teru shows him a better way to live (by beating him up) mob turns his life around. he becomes more like canon mob, awkward but determined. he becomes more popular at school with his softer disposition. teru looks up to him, his kind nature and his ability to transfer his emotions to others being inspiring. mob likes to hang out at serizawa’s office when he’s bored as an excuse to see teru his better father serizawa (mob is so in love with teru)

“just let me say sorry, idiot!” suzuki shou is teru’s younger brother. they aren’t related by blood but they’ve pretty much known each other their whole lives. they were close once but slowly drifted apart as teru stopped being open with what he was truly feeling. they were on good terms but things were a little tense. shou is hot headed but gentle as he was taught by his mother. he’s fairly popular at school for his outgoing nature as well as his art. (forced to join the student council by his father. he said it would “teach him how to be more responsible”) he didn’t gain any psychic powers until middle school so he was always jealous of his brother for having them and was extremely afraid of him losing control. He's different from canon ritsu in the way that he actually likes his brother’s mentor (but that might just be because serizawa is genuinely likable) he isn’t necessarily protective of his brother he just wanted to have a connection with him. post edgy arc they have more sibling banter.

“i’m reigen arataka, the greatest esper of the 21st century! of course I can deal with something as simple as psychology! haha…” reigen arataka is a former con artist that was down on his luck. after quitting his office job, he would go from failed business venture to failed business venture. eventually due to the stress of his parents telling him he was a failure and his run down business he awakens his psychic powers. since he couldn’t control them he started accidentally attacking innocent customers. he becomes a fake detective and takes on a mysterious and dangerous case to get away from others. one day as he’s investigating he gets attacked by a spirit. now scared and alone he was saved by kageyama who promised him a stable job and promised to teach him how to use his powers. he worked under kageyama, using a curse spray (mixed with salt for regular people) to distract his opponents. he never actually killed anyone… just put them to sleep. reigen never truly liked what he was doing but he’d do whatever he can to survive and prove to everyone that they were wrong about him. he fought teru and came to the conclusion that there was more to life than just surviving. he opted to ask (beg) serizawa for a job after he saves him. he works as a full time exorcist/secretary at serizawa’s office, handling the marketing and business sides of things.

“dad can’t get more embarrassing can he?” kageyama ritsu is mob’s younger brother and a “friend” of shou’s. he’s closest of the brothers to their father and has been the child who was expected to inherit the world after kageyama takes over. in reality he hates his father for what he has been doing and has been completely overwhelmed with balancing the wellbeing of his brother and planning the defeat of his father. he puts a lot of pressure on himself and doesn’t always feel like he can be his true self. he seems to have a little distain towards teru. shigeo and ritsu have a better relationship in this au because the accident had never happened but they are still a little closed off due to their current circumstances. ritsu is much less cruel (i guess??) than canon shou was in season 1 but he tends to exude a stressed and intimidating aura that scrares people off. he’s more present in the story since he and mob go to the same school and live alone together.

“at this rate i won’t have time today to work on my novel…” aikyo emi is teru’s “crush” and childhood friend. she gives in easily to peer pressure and goes along with the crowd in fear of being ostracized. she’s shy and lacks self confidence but she’s very passionate about writing. teru steps in to defend her one day when they were young and they became friends. they aren’t very close now but emi appreciates his company. everyone seems to have high expectations for her and teru but she isn’t interested. she just wishes she could be loved for who she is and not who people want her to be.

“tch, i’m sure telepaths exist… probably.” takenaka momozou is a normal student at salt middle. he’s the president of the dying tenis club. he’s passionate about espers (new), and tenis. he meets teru when he’s looking for a new recruit for his club after tome storms off. post the events of the mp100 he works part time at serizawa’s office and becomes like family to them. i have an idea for him but i can’t really put it into words so you get this for now.

“you’re never gonna get better like that ya dummy! better keep drawin’ or i’ll hit ya with a demon rush!” onigawara tenga is the leader of the art club. he isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty against the gangs but he tries to restrain himself when it comes to being a good example for his club. onigawara has a mixed reputation due to his temperament (that’s why no one joins the club lol) but he’s actually really sweet. he’s hotheaded and stubborn like teru so they clash at times. despite their disagreements he’s willing to dive headfirst into black vinegar to save teru only to find out it was due to a misunderstanding with musashi.

“why won’t you join me!? can’t you see you can become god with my help!” dimple is a powerful evil spirit with only one goal: becoming god. he’s generally more peaceful in nature using group hypnosis to force people to follow him. he’s selfish and rude and would do almost anything to reach his goal. he posseses an innocent girl mezato in hopes of scouting out someone that could help him gain more influence. also i was thinking that he creates this big cult and builds a theme park or something so it’s a literal “ekuboland” (mogamiland always sounded like a theme park to me) like the official merch lol. he’s not actually that bad and can change since he’s pretty much the same as canon dimple but i’m not sure how to go about that arc tbh.

general notes:

the some of the awakening lab kids are teru’s friends from the art club. they’re kinda divided into both the art club and tennis club.

edano is teru’s acquaintance from the tennis club (takes the place of inukawa but also some of onigawara i think)

musuashi and the body improvement club are the same i think. musashi specifically just gets roped up in the black vinegar drama on accident which causes the whole thing.

the former telepathy club is now part of the awakening lab… maybe?? tome would totally go there and become a member just to learn more about her powers (she replaces takenaka as the telepath)

tsubomi is still popular. she goes along with the dare her friends made her do but she’s upfront about it and teru could care less cause he isn’t interested. so ig they might think that the other is kinda snobby and the episode is them realizing that they’re kinda similar and can’t judge each other by appearances so they become besties.

toichiro is happily married and not a toxic dad (a bit overbearing but oh well) domestic toichiro for the win!!

the ultimate 5 are somehow swapped with some of the seventh division. some of the seventh division would be swapped within themselves??? maybe??? they’d all be besties with serizawa after tho fr!!

roshuuto and jodo could be swapped for the funnies. shinra is silly so idk who to swap him with…

oh yeah mezato is swapped with minori btw. minori is rich but goes to salt middle and is a jerk but teru isn’t having any of that so she’s chill. there’s no cult formed about teru, just minori getting proper character development like she deserves.

broccoli will probably be a tomato or a strawberry instead…

oh yeah also since i headcanon teru as gay uh maybe he realizes he doesn’t actually like emi that way and he was just gaslighting himself into thinking he liked her and he realizes that during the final arc along with other stuff about himself ofc. i’m sorry everything has to be gay with me i can’t make teru like women i’m sorry it just isn’t possible

Now the background info:

the incident that gets teru to repress himself is a little bit different. his bio parents were afraid of him and treated him terribly. the day of the incident they were yelling at him. shou, a neighbor and close friend saw this and ran in to defend him. his mother grabbed shou and threw teru to the floor allowing ???% to manifest itself. everyone is hurt and his parents take this opportunity to get rid of teru. The suzukis feel bad for teru and decide to adopt him (no one but shou knows teru he caused the incident) from then on teru lives with the suzukis and considers them his true family. he doesn’t quite remember what happened but does he know is that he can’t control his powers like he thought he could. he doesn’t want anyone to get hurt.

teru ends up at a psychiatric office, mistaking the it for a spiritual consultation office after seeing a rundown sign that hadn’t been replaced. serizawa, the psychologist that owns the small office, answered the door. teru, excited and eager to learn from a “professional”, completely ignored serizawa’s protests of not actually being an esper. he pretty much appoints himself as serizawa’s disciple. serizawa gives in and let’s him tag along after seeing his abilities and that the child genuinely needed help. he doesn’t tell teru he has powers but after he takes teru in but he doesn’t deny it either. he doesn’t want to lie so he just doesn’t say anything about it unless it’s to give advice. Though… he does add exorcisms to his line of work after teru joins to help train him. (he pays him appropriately.)

if you want me to talk about my thoughts of more of the cast/the plot let me know lol

#idk what to call this swap au… teru swap 💀#please give suggestions for this lol i need ideas #omg this has been in my drafts for like 2 months #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #reigen arataka #hanazawa teruki #teruki hanazawa #kageyama shigeo #ritsu kageyama #shou suzuki #serizawa katsuya #mp100 fanfic #mp100 spoilers #mp100 au #mob psycho 100 au #terumob #serirei #malquease

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lovesosweeet · 6 months

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter twenty four

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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september 10, 2018 los angeles orion

I’m walking Duke when Macy calls me. She hasn’t ever called me before, so I assume it’s urgent and pick up as quickly as I can.

“Hello?”

“Orion! Guess what!?”

I don’t want to guess incorrectly, so I pretend I don’t have any idea, but I’m pretty sure I know why she’s calling and she’s happy. It’s a specific version of happiness I’ll never get.

“What?”

“I’m cancer free!”

I should be happy for her. I should be jumping for joy, ecstatic that my friend has gone back into remission. She can resume her normal life and she can go back to school. Macy has her happy ending sitting right in front of her. Macy, a sweet, happy, intelligent person that I care about has great news to share, and all I feel is jealousy.

Why does she get to be in remission? Why does she get to follow her dreams and I don’t? I could ask the same of everyone else in my life. What did they do to the universe to let them have a life? Why don’t I get to have one?

I like to think I’m a good person. I try my hardest to be one. Why am I the one dealt a case of terminal leukemia? What did I do to deserve this?

I can’t think on it too much. Even though she can’t see me, I do my best to mask my negative feelings and even put on a fake smile.

“That’s great, Macy, I’m so happy for you!”

What is it with me and being able to so easily lie now? I’ve never been someone who’s able to hide what they’re feeling, and now I can pull a white lie out of my ass while multitasking and I can lie to the person who normally sees right through any bullshit I front with. I have been lying to Calum since the day I found out I might have leukemia. Now I’m here lying to Macy. To be fair, it’s good news and I’ll acknowledge that, but to say ‘I’m so happy’ is a far lie.

“Thank you,” Macy says. Her voice is so joyful and sunshiny. I can picture her smile, eyes almost shut from how much she’s grinning, a dimple indented on her right cheek. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to come over for a celebratory dinner tonight. If you’re feeling up to it of course. It’s just my parents and me, but you can bring Emelia if you want.”

I nod and then remember we’re on the phone and she can’t see it. “Yeah, sure, I’m happy to. I’ll see if Em is available.”

“Awesome, see you at 7?”

“Absolutely. Bye, Mace.”

“Bye!” She singsongs, and then I end the call.

To: emi✨ hi, good news to share! macy is cancer free!!! we’ve been invited to her parents’ apartment for a celebratory dinner. tonight at 7. wanna join?

From: emi✨ UM HELL YEAH I WANNA JOIN that’s such good news!!!!! i’ll come over when i get out of class at like 3:30 and we can bake her a cake!! need me to stop and get any ingredients?

To: emi✨ nope, pantry is well stocked, and sounds like a good plan!

I try not to think about how jealous I am of Macy. To keep myself occupied, instead of turning left to go home with Duke, I turn right so we can do another, longer loop around the neighborhood.

–

Emelia knocks on the door before opening it, right at 3:29 like she’d predicted. Emelia and I have that in common. We’re always on time, occasionally to a fault. She has a key after the flu fiasco, so she’s now able to let herself in and out whenever she’d like.

I’m just in the kitchen doing some dishes when she walks in, and I’m a bit caught of guard when she walks in with a bundle of hot pink balloons.

“She likes pink, right?” Em asks, wrangling the balloons under the pendant lights above our island.

I laugh. “Everybody likes pink.” I don’t know Macy’s stance on the color, but knowing what I do know about her, she’ll just be thrilled about the balloons regardless of what color they are.

“I know you said we didn’t need anything for the cake, but I saw these fancy sprinkles at the store so I bought them.” Emelia sets her bags down on the island and digs through them. Once she finds the small tube, she holds it out to me. They’re a bunch of rainbow stars of varying sizes, and some of them are metallic. “Aren’t they fun!?”

I shake my head at my best friend. “Yes, they’re fun. You do know I have a huge stash of sprinkles, too, right?”

Em rolls her eyes and tosses the tube of sprinkles onto the counter. “I can’t let you take all the credit for the cute sprinkles on the cake.”

“You get to take credit as the mastermind behind the cake! Is that not enough for you?”

“It’s never enough. You should know that by now!”

Without me even asking, Emelia helps me dry and put away the dishes I had been washing. After we’ve gotten everything put up, we start making a new mess, getting out all my baking supplies and flipping through cookbooks to find a recipe. While we’re getting started on the cake, my phone starts to ring, and I grin when I see it’s Calum Facetiming.

I don’t check with Em or give her a warning before I answer the call, propping my phone up on the counter. Calum’s face fills the screen and Em and I wave to the camera as the connection starts.

“Hi, babe!” I say. It’s so good to see his face. We haven’t Facetimed in several days. He looks the same, but still, I could stare at him all the time and never get tired of it.

“Hey, Cal,” Em says, nodding to the camera.

“Damn, Emelia’s there,” Cal curses. “Guess we can’t have Facetime sex.”

I instantly shoot a death glare at my boyfriend. He’s joking, but I don’t find it funny.

“Calum Thomas Hood!” I scold him.

“Cal, you’re not even the only one in this room,” Michael’s voice sounds out through laughter, apparently not too far away.

“Listen, long distance is hard. No shame in whatever works for y’all, but I’d prefer not to hear about it.” Emelia holds her hands up in surrender, and then I glare at her, which just makes her giggle.

“How’s Minnesota?” I ask, trying to do a 180 from whatever embarrassing conversation Calum and Emelia are trying to have.

“It would be better if you were here,” Calum says. He has a fake-flirty tone, again, trying to put on some kind of show for Emelia.

I show him my middle finger before I disappear from the frame, going to grab my measuring cups from across the room.

“Hey, I’m not gonna Facetime you if I can’t see your face!” Cal pouts.

When I reenter the frame, I just glare at him. “I’m sorry, I’ll just stop everything I was already doing and let you shoot shit with me.” My tone is heavily sarcastic and I can hear Michael laughing again in the background.

“What are you guys doing?” My boyfriend asks. “Baking?”

I nod, grabbing a whisk from the counter and holding it up to show him. “We’re baking a cake!”

“Oh, Cal, wanna see these sick ass sprinkles I found!?” Emelia asks excitedly. She doesn’t wait for his response and runs back across the room to where we’d put all of the sprinkles and decorating tools. She slides in her socks on the hardwood and almost wipes out on her way back to my phone. Calum snorts at her near accident and just watches patiently while she gets close enough to show him her sprinkles.

“Those are some very cool sprinkles, Em.”

She beams at him. “They were only $12!”

Her price makes me do a double take and Calum goes, “WHAT!?”

“Em, $12 for sprinkles is outrageous.”

Emelia rolls her eyes. “You guys are lame. These are worth at least $25 if I’d bought them at Erewhon.”

“That’s doesn’t mean that $12 is a good price!” I look at her sprinkles, which are cute, and still don’t think that her money was well spent.

“What’s the cake for? Just because?” Calum asks as Emelia steps away.

I go to start talking, but Emelia does it for me.

“Macy is cancer free!” She yells, tapping around on the oven to preheat it.

“What?” Calum asks.

I shoot an annoyed look at Emelia. I hadn’t told Calum about Macy’s cancer. Sure, she could have cancer regardless of me having it, but coming up with a cover story about how I found out and all that felt like too much. Emelia mentioning it now makes me look like I’ve been lying to Calum.

I have been lying to Calum, but I don’t exactly want him to know that.

Emelia must understand what my glare means and she mouths ‘sorry’ to me from across the room.

“I guess I must’ve forgotten to mention it,” I say. It’s not believable. I don’t forget things. Calum knows I don’t forget things. “It’s just kind of weird news to share over the phone, I guess.”

I watch Calum’s face go through a few different expressions before he settles on just being completely unreadable. Wonderful. I glance over at Em nervously and she’s giving me a thumbs up.

“Macy has — had — cancer,” I explain. “That’s why she’s on the gap year.”

Emelia runs back over next to me and pops her head into the frame again. “She’s cancer free! Yay!”

Calum nods. “I wish you’d told me.”

I feel bad. Of course I feel bad. I feel bad about everything. Nothing in my life is going how I want it to. I lied to Calum about yet another thing and he’s staring at me as I get caught in this one.

How long will it be before he catches me in all of the others?

“I’m sorry, Cal, I know I should’ve mentioned it.”

He smiles at me while a hint of hurt flashes in his eyes. “It’s okay. Will you tell her I’m happy for her?”

I nod and give him my best apologetic smile. I’m relieved that this topic seems to be forgettable, or at least forgivable. “Of course.”

“What kind of cake are you guys baking?”

“We haven’t decided yet. We were just looking through our cookbooks.” I grab my phone and hold it up so that he can see where Emelia is flipping through a handful of cookbooks. “What are you guys doing today?”

“The usual. We have a few radio interviews before soundcheck later.”

I nod. “Sounds about right.”

“Do you know what today is?” Cal asks.

I try to think through all of the important dates in my life. It’s not anyone’s birthday; it’s not a holiday, and it’s not our anniversary. I come up empty handed. “No, what’s today? Should I know?”

Calum smiles. “Nah, not unless you’re staring at a calendar. It’s three weeks ‘til San Diego!”

I smile back. I am excited to see Calum, but I’m nauseous already at the thought of telling him the truth about what’s been going on here at home. “Oh, wow! Already? I should probably get Eri a 5SOS shirt ordered so he has something to wear to the concert.”

“Y’know, I hadn’t thought about it, but we probably should offer merch for kids.”

Emelia snorts from across the room. “Your guys’ shows are a child’s worst nightmare.”

Calum recoils and makes a face, apparently offended by her comment. “What does that mean?”

Em walks back over to put her face into the frame. “They're so loud, dude. Even if you’re sitting in the assigned seats it’s packed and sweaty. Not to mention, you guys cuss and parents probably wouldn’t love that. And you talk about getting drunk and high. Honestly, I’m surprised Penny and Gloria are chill with bringing Eri.”

I roll my eyes. “Eri knows what it means to get drunk and high and he loves their music. He will also probably bring his headphones so it’s not quite as loud.” My moms are very much in the belief of teaching kids about the world so that they can make choices while fully understanding their consequences. I didn’t need them, but they bought me condoms when I was in high school and let me drink wine at dinner while I was still underage.

“And worst comes to worst, we can bring him backstage and he can watch from there,” Calum chimes in.

“Okay, so Eri can enjoy a 5SOS show, but most other kids can’t.” Emelia grabs a cookbook and holds it in my face. “You good with a salted caramel chocolate cake? I wanna get started.”

“Macy will love it,” I tell her, and she nods before she starts gathering the ingredients she will need.

“How’s Duke?” Cal asks. “I wanna see my son.”

I pretend that hurts my feelings. “Wow, so your girlfriend isn’t good enough for you.”

“Yeah, I really just called to see him.”

I pout. “I can hang up right now, you know? If you’re just gonna hurt my feelings.” I move to pretend like I’m pressing the button to end the call, and Calum perks up into action.

“No! Of course it’s so good to see you! But, Duke can’t update his stories every day, unlike my most beautiful and lovely girlfriend who is addicted to updating her stories.”

“Well, you know, Mr. ‘you-should-make-your-profile-public’ — if I go public, your beautiful and lovely girlfriend won’t update her stories as much. I’m gonna need you to pick a side.”

Calum rolls his eyes. “You could update just as much. People love you. I love you.”

“I love you, but I’ve seen enough subtweets to know how your ‘adoring’ fans feel about me.”

“O, when’s the last time you looked?” Calum asks.

I sigh. It’s been a minute since I’ve searched my name or my ‘ship name’ with Calum. The unfortunate Tweets when I had looked, roughly 9 months ago, were quite sufficient to make it something I never do again. It wasn’t even a lot of them that had forced the habit, but the handful I’d seen were awful enough that I have no desire to try to check again. I’d been drunk when I looked, but I remember the horrible Tweets as if I had been stone cold sober.

A handful of people telling you to kill yourself is far more than necessary, and I don’t want to put myself through that, especially not now, when dying is already at the front of my mind.

“Cal, please.” I look at him with pleading eyes, begging that he drops this as I gaze at him.

“They don’t hate you as much as you think they do,” Cal says. “I promise.”

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t need that kind of shit in my life. I can’t handle it. As much as I wish my skin was tougher than it is, it isn’t. I love you and I’m not going anywhere, but your fans are too much for me to invite into my life beyond running into them occasionally in public.”

Calum sighs.

“And don’t worry, they’re always very sweet whenever I actually meet them!” I tell him. “Hell, look at Macy! We’re friends now. I like her far more than I’ve liked a lot of people I’ve met in a long time. We’ve met tons of sweet people who love you, but the ones who I encounter online are rarely the ones I’d like to invite into my head. I can’t read shit that says that I’m only after you for fame everyday. I’m sorry, I just... I can’t.”

“You know very well that very few people think you’re after me for fame.”

I want to scream. “Cal, it’s SO clear I’m not after you for fame. Anyone who says that is literally so obviously after me for no reason. If I was after you for fame, I’d have a public profile. I’d be posting you every second I could on my very public profile and I’d try and show you off all the time. I’d beg you to post me on your own profile.”

Cal sighs again. I can tell he wishes he hadn’t opened this can of worms, but he did, and I’m not dropping it at this point.

“Calum, I’ve had to ask you, numerous times, not to post me. For the record, that’s not how I’ve interacted with any of my exes. I’ve had to ask to be posted, because for anyone who isn’t in a position of fame like you are, posting that shit is important, but, you’re a rare case, and I want to respect that. I feel like I’ve tried my fucking hardest to respect that. But you didn’t ask this question, so pretend I didn’t say it, and now I’m rambling, and…”

Emelia glares at me from across my kitchen island. She’s motioning at her neck like ‘cut it out’ but I can’t. Calum opened this door. Calum opened this box. I’m going to close it in a way that makes sense to me.

“I’ll shut up now.” I close out my speech, my cheeks tinging hot pink with a nervous flush.

Calum just sighs again, silence following the huff of air. I can tell he’s trying to scientifically determine what’s the best response.

“O,” he starts. “I’m sorry.”

Then I sigh. “Calum, I’m not trying to get you to be sorry.”

He huffs. “No, but you’re trying to make a point, and I want you to know I fully understand your point. I just know that there are plenty of fans who would love to get to know you better.”

I raise my eyebrows at that. “Really?”

Calum breaks out into a grin, and Emelia gives me some kind of knowing glance. “Baby, I promise you that literally every other fan I meet is asking about you.”

I roll my eyes again. “They just want to know if you’re single and they have a chance.”

He sighs again, this one with a layer of frustration. “No, Orion. They’re asking if you’ve decided where you want to go to law school and if you’re joining us on tour anywhere.”

My breath catches. Law school has essentially, unspokenly, gone off the table for me. I, obviously, haven’t told that to Calum yet. The thought makes my stomach and heart drop. It sucks, knowing I’ve spent my whole fucking life leading up to something that isn’t even worth trying to make happen now. Paying to take the LSAT, studying for it, applying to schools… as much as it would fill my time and give me purpose, it’s pointless.

I’m never going to become a lawyer. I’m not going to graduate law school. I might graduate from undergrad, maybe, but putting in the money and the time to try to get my JD is ridiculous. It’ll just be debt my moms take on, and I don’t feel like doing that to them. They’ll already be mourning their daughter. The last thing I need to do to them is give them an extra $100,000 of debt to deal with after I inevitably die a ridiculously young death.

I haven’t even been taking any of my classes this fall. I didn’t want to set myself up to fail, and since I had not idea how I’d handle chemo, I just deferred until spring. Calum has no idea about that. He still thinks I’m taking 15 credit hours, studying for the LSAT, doing my workstudy at the library, and taking care of Duke.

Instead, I’m barely scraping by, making sure Duke at least eats twice a day and goes on a walk whenever I’m able to muster the strength to do so. Right now, on my brief break between chemo, I’ve been able to take him out for real walks every other day or so, but our outside ventures mostly consist of peeing, pooping, and heading straight back inside.

“I mean… they could just follow Em. They’d see me there.” I finally reply to him after moments and moments of silence.

Emelia comes back over next to me to insert her face into my phone’s screen. “Yeah, I mean, I wouldn’t be mad about the extra followers. Just send ‘em my way. O might not wanna use y’all for fame, but I’m not opposed.”

I elbow her in the ribs gently. “Stop, Em. I’m defaulted to associate with you.”

“I disagree,” Cal chimes in.

“Yeah?” I ask him. I don’t believe him at all, but I’m intrigued to hear what he has to say on this topic.

“Orion, again, nobody who really pays even an ounce of attention to us has negative shit to say about you. Hell, I don’t agree with it, but nobody who has issue with any of the other girlfriends has anything bad to say about you. And, yes, before you ask, I have done extensive research into that. They see you for who you are. You’re an angel.”

I can’t help but let out a scoff and snort simultaneously. “Sounds like my cue to hang up,” I say through laughter.

Calum looks fed up with me, but I know he isn’t truly mad. “O, can you just let people like you?”

“I could if I didn’t know your fans.”

As soon as I say it, I regret it. Calum’s fans are awesome. They’ve done incredible things to push them to success. They’ve done so much to push them to number one. They’ve streamed nonstop. They’ve sold out their tours. They have loved them through shitty relationships that were far too public to ignore. Sure, they might not love me, but that doesn’t mean they’re not amazing to the people who they actually care about.

“O,” he says and trails off.

“Cal, it’s fine. I’m sorry,” I apologize. “I get it. I do. You know I do. I just really, really don’t think I could handle going public. I don’t think they’d take it kindly, but if there’s anything they really want to know about me, they’ll find it out through you. You’ll have the important shit to share and they can see it then.”

Calum and I continue to catch up, and we finally are able to drop the conversation about me going public for the time being, but I have a feeling it’ll pop back up eventually, since it continues to do so already. Emelia and I bake the cake, and we look at the final product with pride before we take it upstairs to Macy and her parents’ apartment a few hours later.

We knock on the door, heart-shaped chocolate cake in hand and hot pink balloons floating above us. When Macy opens the door, her eyes start to tear up and then I’m following suit, trying to hold my tears in.

“Oh my god, you guys,” she says, pulling us into a hug carefully so as not to mess up her cake that’s in Em’s hands.

“I’m so, so happy for you, Macy,” Emelia confesses from the confines of Macy’s embrace.

“Me too,” I add. I’m trying not to cry, but really it’s a mix of happiness for Macy and sadness for myself and my own fate.

There won’t be a day when Macy and Em show up to my apartment with balloons and a decorated cake to celebrate my lack of cancer. It won’t come. Ever. There won’t be a day when I don’t have to face Calum knowing that the person he claims to love most in this world is dying.

Macy ushers us inside, introducing us to her parents who are slaving over a steak dinner. She promises that there’s a cauliflower steak in the works for me, but I don’t care. I will probably eat a few bites of mashed potatoes before I’m full, but I will happily down a few glasses of red wine.

“Cal said to tell you he’s happy for you, by the way,” I tell Macy while she, Em, and me are hanging out on the couch, waiting for dinner to be ready to eat.

“Oh?” Macy asks. Her eyes dart quickly between Emelia and myself.

I nod. “He kinda found out today.”

Macy looks uncertain still but nods. “About me?”

I nod again. “Yeah, someone,” and I glare at Em. “Let it slip why we were baking a cake.”

Macy nods. “Oh, makes sense. Definitely tell him I appreciate it. I still can’t believe that he knows who I am.”

Emelia snorts a laugh at that. “He’s really not that special.”

I shoot her a death glare. That’s my boyfriend she’s talking about.

“I just mean he’s just a normal dude!” Em defends.

“He’s a normal dude who happens to care about Macy and anyone else that I love,” I clarify, trying to remedy the weirdness Em introduced.

“I mean, he’s also an internationally famous musician who has a song in the top 100 streams of all time on Spotify and has broken records with each album he’s released and is a member of one of the most successful bands in the past decade but… yeah. He’s just a normal dude.” Emelia has an obnoxiously sarcastic tone that it takes everything in me not to smack her for.

“To be fair, O,” Macy starts, noting the fact that I look annoyed by the way Em explains it. “He is incredibly successful and is notably famous.”

I sigh. I don’t mean to downplay Calum. He is incredibly successful and incredibly talented and, I guess I should admit it, famous. He’s far more important than I’ll ever be. I’m proud of him, even though I met him in the midst of all of his success. Even during the time I’ve known him, he’s become so much more successful than anyone else I knew before hinm could ever dream of.

“He’s so famous that anyone who dates him isn’t good enough, I’m well aware.”

Both Emelia and Macy groan loudly at that.

“Oh my god,” Emelia says.

“You’re literally by far the favorite 5SOS girlfriend,” Macy says.

I look to Macy incredulously. “Yeah, right.”

Macy looks shocked at that. “No, I’m serious. I don’t wanna say anything bad about the others because, y’know, I’ve met them and they’re sweet and nice and all, but, like… you do some digging around anywhere and you’re the only one nobody has dirt on.”

A small sigh comes out of me. “Just because there’s no dirt doesn’t mean they like me.”

“Orion,” Macy says.

I just breathe out another sigh.

“They love you. I swear. I mean, obviously they’re dumb if they don’t, but I promise, every single 5SOS fan who knows who you are loves you.”

Maybe they tolerate me now. I just saw far too many comments when it first became public knowledge that Calum wasn’t single anymore. Given what I’d read, I can’t believe that any of them even remotely like me.

“She’s not wrong,” Emelia adds.

I shoot her a look of disbelief. I thought she was on my side.

“You know I don’t give a shit about being loud about knowing them. I have a public profile everywhere, and I follow so many 5SOS stans. None of them have said anything bad about you in a long ass time.” Emelia grabs her phone from her pocket and opens the Twitter app, but I push her phone out of my line of sight.

“I don’t wanna see.”

“Girl, I’m gonna strangle you,” Macy says playfully.

Before I can reply, Macy’s mom pops over into the living room. “Dinner is ready!”

The dinner is wonderful. The food is delicious, the company is kind, and I am so grateful that I got a chance to be a part of Macy’s special occasion. When I get back to my own apartment after a few hours in Macy’s apartment, I find myself sinking to the floor on the inside of the door, sobbing silently to myself.

I’ve been trying my hardest to stay positive, but I know it’s worthless. Everything is worthless. It doesn’t matter what I do. This life is over for me. My life is over. It doesn’t really matter what I do each day. I have no future. I have no point in trying to mend or maintain relationships beyond making sure that the people I love are happy without me.

That might be the worst part… knowing that I’ll leave behind a mess of sadness and chaos. My moms, my brother, my friends, Calum, Calum’s friends… they’re all in for so much devastation. I don’t know if I can handle how much sadness I’ll be dealing to them. The thought alone makes me choke back the loudest sobs.

I can’t believe I have to do this to Calum. He doesn’t deserve this.