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doromoni · 8 months

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Hunting Affections

Charles Leclerc x photographer!reader

Max Verstappen x photographer!reader

Epilogue

fanfic + smau fic

faceclaim : Hwang Eunbi

warnings : nothing ig?

A/N : UP FOR EDITING 🤍

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Summary; Love is but a concept — just connections of neurons that take part in the brain … and yet, why is it the most painful when one falls alone?

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back , until you can’t no more. Maybe then they’ll actually know what they’ve lost.

Certainty is not a word to describe life, as change is constant, and nothing can tell what tomorrow may bring. No day is perfect, and no day is the same as the ones before. Everything changes and not all people in our lives actually stay, and not everything that we planned is fated for us — but maybe it’s actually for the best.

I thought that I had lost myself when a person that I loved parted from my life. I thought that my everything was over when Charles Leclerc left me.— well I did, and it did, but I found a better version of me in the end.

Now, I could honestly say that I’ve forgiven all that had been done. I am truly thankful for everything that had happened in the past, for what I have now couldn’t have happened because of it.

y/n_stills.

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y/n_stills. Everyone, we would like for you to meet our sweetest angel, Jilian 💙.

We’ve decided that it was time that you all get to meet our most precious, baby girl. During the first few years of our baby, we have decided that it would be the best to keep her out of the spotlight and keep her to ourselves for the meantime. We hope that you understand and respect our decision and that everyone will show kindness to our angel.

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“Mommy, please hurry up! I don’t wanna miss Daddy’s race” and there goes my most precious little girl stomping her feet as she sped towards my legs hugging them in a death grip.

“I know, I know , my sweet . Mommy just needs a minute to fix my hair , then we’ll go see daddy, alright? Why don’t you choose which car you want Mommy to drive” I said trying to placate the pouting girl. Nodding eagerly, she dashed towards the garage.

She was a carbon copy of her dad, from her features to her attitude — She really was her daddy’s daughter alright. She even got his love for cars and his passion for the sport — I love her even more for it.

Hearing the small footsteps coming back, I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. Seeing my daughter bounce in excitement as she clutched the car keys in her tiny hands has brought the greatest of warmth to my heart. Zooming towards me she then pushed the keys to my hands, then making her way back to the garage. Looking down to key, a chuckle left my lips. As expected, my daughter knew what she wanted , her favorite — and of course it’s her daddy’s Ferrari 488 Pista.

After buckling my baby in her car seat, I drove us to the race circuit. Today was her first ever actual race and appearance to the public. Her father and I had agreed that it was about time to desensitize her to the motorsport world, since both of us are still active in our fields … plus she’s been begging to come with us rather than staying in with her nanny.

Feeling the excitement from my baby , as the circuit came nearer and fans wearing the colors of their teams rushing past our car — with some sending waves our way.

“Mommy, why are they saying hi? Are they friends?” My daughter asked with big eyes as she tried to take everything in.

“Yes sweetie, they are our friends! They also support daddy and other uncles’ racing.” I explained as I parked the car in the private lot.

y/n_stills. 2mins

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landonorris MY NIECE! MY NIECE! MY NIECE!

landonorris your favorite unkow wando is hereeee

y/n_stills. Hmmm favorite… sure.

oscarpiastri Mom! You brought Jillyyyyyy~ please let me babysit later! 🥺

y/n_stills. Well she did miss you

oscarpiastri YES! I promise I won’t leave her with lando!

Grabbing everything we need, I picked up my daughter and placed her on my hip. Her tiny arms circled my neck tightly growing shy from the attention we were getting from the fans as we walked through the paddock

“It’s ok baby. Mommy is here, their not gonna hurt you. Remember, they are our friends! Let’s go find your Daddy, hm?” I said soothingly as I placed a kiss on her forehead. Sensing that she was starting to get overwhelmed, I planned to move quicker to our motorhome, when a familiar voice shouted catching our attention.

“Y/N! Mon Petit Jillian! “

My Jillian physically perked up at the voice. Suddenly giddy , she squirmed at my hold. With a soft smile and with no choice but to let go , I looked at my daughter run towards the man with a squeal.

Jillian ran straight into the arms of Charles Leclerc.

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“Charles, let’s talk please”

Here we are, where everything had all began. We are once again sitting beneath the stars , hidden from civilization, on the same beach where we poured our soul out for the world to hear.

He remained quiet as he looked at the crashing waves up ahead. Charles looked so peaceful, as if everything had finally fallen into place. Then a soft smile suddenly appeared on his lips as he looked straight into my eyes. Patting the place next to him as he looked back into the ocean, I then complied and took a seat beside him.

We sat their in complete silence, only savoring the peace that the both of us missed. He then spoke , his voice blending in with the sound of the waves crashing ahead of us.

“Do you really love him?” Charles had asked earnestly, there was no anger in his voice. His eyes were clear, holding only tranquility and peace.

“Yes, I do. I do love Max, so so much.” a smile growing , as I answered without a doubt. Charles turned silent again , this time closing his eyes. Yet , again a smile had shown in his lips, this time it reflected understanding acknowledgment, and then finally… acceptance.

“I was really a fool for what I did to you, Y/N. I’m sorry for being selfish and hindering you from your happiness . To be honest, I haven’t been alright for a while … even I don’t understand myself. I felt miserable and I felt that it wasn’t fair … and others should feel the same.”

“When I saw you getting along with everyone, I grew jealous and vindictive, specially when my entire family loved you instantly, I could never do that you know? I was blinded by my own faults, so I blamed you instead because it was easier. I had the mindset that you were mine and I that we should be hurting together… that you shouldn’t be happy when i’m not. I took everything out on you and you didn’t deserve any of it. Not at all. You deserve the entire world and more.”

Charles then looked back at me with the same eyes that looked at me when we first met — the same eyes that filled with the same spark… the spark of freedom.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry for everything …. I’m letting you go. Be happy“

My tears gushed endlessly, as i choked on my sobs. Now Charles and I chanting a different promise to the same stars that witnessed our journey.

———

5 years had passed, and a lot has changed. All of us had moved on and had gone through with our lives. Everything has changed, all of us had matured to what we are now.

“How is my favorite little girl, doing? Did mommy let you play with the present I gave you?” Charles had lifted Jillian to his hip as he caught the toddler mid run. Rolling my eyes at the Monegasque driver, I went towards them.

“Noooooo , Uncle ChaCha! Mommy didn’t let me play with it yet! She said that I could play with it when I’m five!”

Seeing my daughter act petulant to her favorite uncle (Don’t tell Lando) brought a chuckle to the both of us.

“What? How dare Mommy say no to a princess?” Charles acted exaggeratedly

“ Well Mommy is the queen , and Daddy said that everyone should follow her orders” My baby said smartly.

“And Daddy stands by his statement! Mommy is always right!” Then the voice of my husband boomed behind me, and our daughter automatically jumping into her Daddy’s arms.

There stood with the biggest of smiles with our bundle of happiness, joy and love , our daughter settled in his arms, Max Emilian Verstappen , my husband, the father of our child, and the love of my life.

I didn’t need to hunt for affection any longer , Now I am surrounded by it .

Fin~

Thank you for reading, everyone 🤍

#f1 #formula 1 #red bull racing #formula one #max verstappen #ferrari #charles leclerc #f1 imagine #mv1 x reader #mv1 #mv33 #cl16 imagine #cl16 #cl16 x reader #f1 2023 #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #formula 1 fanfic #formula 1 fic

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some-movies-ive-seen · 2 months

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Avatar The Last AirBender (the Netflix | Nickelodeon series)

Episode 1: 3/10

Episode 2: 4/10 (Kyoshi brought it up)

I don't really want to even watch further. Let's start off with the good.

I love the music and sounds. Brilliant.

Some actors are very good and their act is believable to the point it makes me forget I'm watching a TV show.

Honestly most of the time there's CG I don't even notice it.

the makeup, the sets, the costumes, wow. wowowoww. wowweeee. I love it.

The bad:

Very very very few actors know what they're doing.

It's a known problem that child actors are just terrible - not because children can't be great actors (c.f., Heidi, literally everyone in Matilda (ily Danny Davito)), but sometimes the show has a director that cannot for the life of them work with children (e.g., Stranger Things, and this ATLA series). Aang, for example, delivers a performance which is painful to watch. I'm not hating on the child, again, the direction is just completely missing. There's a scene where they have Katara just light-jog to Aang, then pivot slightly to Sokka. For what. It's so stiff and awkward and her expression is completely void of life (this happens a lot, her eyes are frozen, and only the rest of her face conveys expression). There are times when the laughter is obviously forced. There are times when dialogue delivered by the children are far too 'complex' for what a child would say. It's just so, it's not good. It feels like a show for kids. But I'm reminded that in the opening scenes a person was burned alive, so unless the kids these days are fine with that (deity knows I wasn't as a kid), I don’t know.

Most of the time it just doesn't seem believable. It feels like some friends and family got together and just shot some scenes on their iPhone to try and replicate the animated series. There are actions taken by characters which make no god damn sense. There are scenes where their facial expressions aren't human, because they're trying to mimic the animated characters (especially Sokka). I also get the vibe that they didn't rehearse lines, like at all. Aang messed up pronunciation TWICE in the first episode* (I'm pretty sure it was both in the first episode, he just mumbled over his words and they didn't think to re-shoot it or fuckin, I don’t know, do a little dub? like?).

There's no real explanation for bending??? Which ig wouldn't be necessary if you've watched the animated series. But like why can't the fire people just spew out a constant stream of fire, why must it be fireballs. Why does the earth bender boy need soooooo long to charge up his move? Why was Aang flying around the first time we saw him, but then he was free-falling reaching desperately for his stick later on (where did the stick even come from???)?

They resort to dark / dimly-lit scenes a little too frequently to make the CG easier / less noticeable. but it has the unintended effect of 'I can't see shit, babes'.

I think I'll watch more. I don’t know man it just feels like Netflix is hiring bottom of the fucking skill-barrel. Like I'm glad there's so many new people in the acting space, instead of recycling Marilyn Streep and, that guy, like they used to for the last few decades. But it comes at the cost of 'what the fuck are these people doing, do they want to be here?'. It's very Disney-girl-turns-pop-princess-because-daddy-knows-people. does that make sense.

I don’t know. Kyoshi just. compared to the others around her? Night and day. Night and fucking day, babes. Not even funny; her composure, her delivery, the tiny details, she just nails it for the most part. And then she's standing next to Aang who's just like omg when does this take end so I can go eat my fairy floss teehee.

#ATLA #avatar the last airbender #netflix

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rev3rb · 6 months

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Hi! I actually read the new chapter on Saturday, but despite thinking on it for two days I just couldn’t come up with anything to comment on lol. I feel like this chapter was just a review that somehow transferred Mika and Yuu’s confusion to me. I thought original Mika’s soul was def in present Yuu but ig that’s still up for debate? And when it comes to the goal of resurrecting the angels, wouldn’t that also mean resurrecting some if not all humans since they were created with angel souls? Man this reincarnation stuff gets tricky. I did appreciate how it’s highlighting a focus on sacrifice/punishment and desire/obsession. Can these things be avoided? Should they be?

Anyways, I am curious to know what you thought and if you have any predictions on what the plan is. I feel like you have a better grasp on more characters and their motivations bc you read Cat16. Like when Mahiru was mentioned as a player I realized that I truly don’t know what she wants in the grand scheme of things.

P.s. I was having trouble with my asks going through, so I don’t think you got my follow-up to your response last month. Basically it boiled down to theorizing if the Yuu orb is sentient and whether og Mika’s soul was created by taking a part of the orb like it did to act as Mikaela. In which case, they’d share an original soul that is supposedly hidden from God

First, I’m going to address the PS and say sorry again I missed that message! That response is out so I’ll just let that speak for that portion of this ask. Now the rest of this.

Oh I completely understand. To be honest, I think this chapter was a big waste of space for the most part. I think your summation of this chapter just being review that made things more confusing is perfect. I’m incredibly disappointed and hoped we were past these kinds of chapters. ESPECIALLY since the last chapter ended with a flashback that is YET AGAIN going nowhere for the time being. Instilling intrigue into your story is fine, but to again and again taunt the audience with answers only to snatch those answers away time and time again gets irritating. You can only yank the audience around for so long before they determine that it’s not worth it. Sure we EVENTUALLY get the answers, but that doesn't change the fact that we're getting yanked around. That we're promised interesting bits of story only to have it ignored until Kagami decides it's relevant again.

It all felt pointless!! How do you, not but two chapters ago (last chapter even!!), straight up have one of the characters say “I am Mikaela” only to have him contradict that now? I get Yu isn’t supposed to be the sharpest tool in the shed, but we were told outright via flashback that Yu and Mika were supposed to trade names/roles in order to hide Mikaela’s intentions. Why would that suddenly not be the case now?? It IS confusing, but I feel like having Yu and Mika sit down and talk about it like they did here just made things worse in that regard? I’m not entirely sure what Kagami was hoping to accomplish here with that.

Now the angels vs humans resurrection thing? That at least felt like it had merit in being brought up. It IS confusing and I’m honestly not sure I would even know where to begin with that one. I think it, along with the “who is Mika and who is Yu” question, boils down to “what defines who a person is?” Is it the memories and experiences that they have or is it whatever the original form was? Does the fact that the current humans identify as humans and only have experience as humans make them human, so that’s how they should be revived, OR does the fact that they were originally angels mean that they’re angels and should be revived as such? It’s a deep philosophical question that I think could make for interesting debate. I’m sure everyone has slightly different opinions on it. I don’t think OnS will properly explore how interestingly deep that question truly is unfortunately, but I think it’s cool it’s present.

I too appreciate that the story is acknowledging this cycle of desire/obsession and sacrifice/punishment. I think it’s the heart of the story and one of the big draws of it. Maybe it’s getting a bit old since pretty much every character except maybe a couple fit in here, but it’s interesting. It HAS to stop somewhere and our protagonist being the one to stop it is just obviously how the story will go, and given that Yu and Mika are ALSO part of that cycle (even still I would say) it could make for an interesting dilemma. We’ll have to see if Yu (or Mika) is put into a situation where he has to let go of something to finally end the cycle or if they’ll be able to just push through and get everything they want without punishment, therefore ending the cycle (I feel this is more likely). It’ll be interesting to see how it plays out.

I have absolutely no idea what the plan will be. Team up with all parties and defeat God to ensure they can’t be punished? That’s the best shot in the dark I got. Could be completely wrong though. After all, even though Sika Madu and Guren have essentially the same goal, they're kinda wanting to revive people as two different things. It ties back to that philosophical question I brought up earlier. I would think this would cause them to have conflicting goals, but maybe it won't.

Yeah of all the characters, Mahiru has been the worst in terms of her character being explained here in the main story. Her ultimate goal is pretty simple I’d say? She doesn’t wanna be anyone’s pawn since she was essentially raised to be Sika Madu’s host or whatever. She wants to live her life how she wants to live it, to fall in love and be a simple girl. Don't you think were asking for all that though so sorry if you weren't. Thought I'd throw it out there though just in case.

Ultimately, this chapter disappointed me and while I did write a fair amount here, I don't know if there's really all that much to say about it? I'm not as mad as I think I might come off here. It's just, again, disappointment, which is a shame since I think there have been some good things in the previous chapters.

#Owari no Seraph #OnS 131 #Owari no Seraph spoilers #OnS spoilers #Anonysis Asks #My posts #Sorry this took all day!

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welcum-to-sp · 1 year

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season 26 rating from worst to best

before we get into it i need to say that all episodes were at least very mid and forgettable, yeaaah. this season was better than the previous but it really doesn’t mean that it’s any good😭

6. “Spring Break”

I think that this is the only episode which I can call “bad”? It’s boring, it’s unfunny, it lacks interesting characters, it doesn’t discuss something interesting. They just brought the old joke (Garrison - Trump) back. Can someone tell Trey Parker that if you tell a joke two times it won’t get two times funnier. Especially if it was never funny. Randy subplot reminded me how much Randy sucks as a character. I didn’t know that it is possible to write Randy OOC but they did it. Also god I hate so much what the writers did to the Marsh family! What is the point of turning them into a family from the 80’s sitcom? Ugh.

5. “Japanese Toilet”

I think the fact that I literally couldn’t remember what the episode was about says enough. Unfunny shit joke, some weird conspiracy about toilet paper, blah blah blah.

4. “World-Wide Privacy Tour”

Okay, I think I don’t know enough context to “get” the episode? Like I didn’t know what the Royal family is doing right now, I barely heard about the book prince Harry wrote?? I didn’t understand the subplot about creating your own brand and stuff.Like I get it in theory but I have no idea what the fuck was going on in the episode. Butters and Kyle were soo underused. Anyway maybe I don’t have enough context to enjoy the episode, even though it’s very unlikely.

3. “Cupid Ye”

This episode is not worse that the next two, honestly. It’s on third place only because of my preference. To simply put it, I don’t like Kyle and Tolkien as characters, I don’t find watching them entertaining. And this was Kyle, Tolkien, Stan centric episode. There sure are some jokes, some characters and there sure is ehh plot?? It’s very mediocre, that’s what I’m trying to say. Also I really don’t understand how tf Cupid me works.

2. “DiKimble’s Hot Dogs”

Okay, first of all the only reason why this episode is higher than “Cupid Ye” is because Butters and Cartman are my favorite duo and Butters, Cartman and Kenny are my favorite trio and, well, it’s their episode. This episode feels more well-rounded than the others, it follows the good old structure of something small (butters getting a job) turning into something big (they try to open a restaurant). Kinda sad that an episode with a plot that works gets a point from me, because it’s a bare minimum. There are some decent jokes ig. The whole thing with Cartman and mental health has got very tiring and feels kinda forced at this point. Also I kinda hate that the moral of the episode is basically “nobody wants to work these days but a few”??

1. “Deep learning”

The episode is kinda good, okay? Simple plot: boys are in school doing school stuff and dealing with their little problems. I missed it. Also thank god it’s not focused on the politics, I’m so tired. And I kinda relate to what was going in the episode? I mean, I already know a few people who cheat in school by using chat GPT, hell, I’m thinking of getting it myself! Also I relate to Stan on many levels haha. So yeah, small episode about everyday problems with a fun ending, pretty cool.

#south park #i cant believe i wrote it #compensating for barely blogging about the new season

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waitimcomingtoo · 2 years

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hi its 🧚‍♀️ anon here, so i just wanted to say smth here just bc i don't really know where else to say this or anyone to confide to, im sorry if this is so long

so i've been struggling with my sexuality for quite awhile, for the longest time i have thought that i was straight, just bc i have always been attracted to guys and brought up in a really straight family. growing up i have crushes on like a few female characters and such but due lgbtq+ not being a subject that was discussed a lot i didn't really think much of it. i only discover all about lgbtq+ when i got into marvel which was in 2018, but honestly i only really really educated myself when lockdown happened. for the past two years i didnt really talk much with my irl friends and mostly just interacted w my online friends but for a year ish now i've been thinking a lot about my sexuality and how i might like women and want to date them, but at the same time not really?? like idk if its my inner homophobia or im just straight. the fact that i've never been in any form of romantic relationship doesnt help either, literally never kissed or date anyone or even hold hands...i always wanted to experience it but from the few occasions i found out ppl like me i just felt grossed out and immediately dislike the guy? like its all so so confusing, the label that i felt quite nicely that might fit me rn biromantic demisexual but i haven't really come out to anyone yet except for 2 friends, one queer one straight. im so scared to even label myself bc i dont want to act as if im gay passing or suddenly label myself as straight and feed on the stereotype where being gay can be cured... i know i dont need to label myself or anything but it feels as if a part of me is missing.. but if i do came out i doubt i will anyway, my sister is open and out to me but i dont really feel safe coming out to her, my real life friends are so so religious and not really that open with lgbtq+, my family is a bit weird bc my cousins are supportive ig but they're not active supporters, my parents im not sure bc sometimes they act as if they're supportive but sometimes they dont so i honestly am not sure anymore this whole thing is so confusing and i just feel alone most of the time

wow lots to unpack here. My advice to you is not to rush into labeling yourself. That will only confuse you more and make you feel like you have to confine to the label. You don’t have to decide right now if you want to date girls or not. Sometimes, the only way you can find out is personal experience. I didn’t know I didn’t want to date boys until I was literally dating a boy. And unfortunately, I had to hurt him in the process of figuring myself out. Try not to do that lol. Try talking to women and seeing if you could actually imagine yourself dating a woman. It’s very different to want to actually be in a relationship with a girl versus just liking the idea of it. This process of figuring yourself out could take years and that is okay!! There is no rush. Don’t care about what other people think about this. It’s your journey and it’s all about you 💖

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its-inevitable-lupe · 6 months

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Idk when two days ago.. the ex was brought up. And I’m like yeah she was a great girl etccccccc and she was saying if I go to Spain the first thing I go will see her. And I’m like nooooo lol it has to be mutual. And she’s like you’re toxic blah blah blah… she told me she seems possessive. Oof very and jealous.. I feel she would chop me right up and since I talk a lot and very friendly I would be dead. But idk the conversation went from oh she’s the one .. and I’ll end up marrying one day. But tbh idk lmao I’m just saying but a part of me feels that even after the chaos years and all.. I know deep down one day in year or years or who knows.. we will meet in the middle. And not in Bermuda. It’s been a year since she told me maybe yes. And to live our lives. Sometimes I wonder if she actually got over me. I miss that woman. Even to have as a friend and tell things to and she to trust me… and i feel now i would never hide anything and be honest and very open than ever.. so she would get a different person. If she loved me in my worst times… you think she would love me more in my best me now? Idk. I told me sister.. you think she would talk to me, she would come back? And she’s like “NOOooOoOoOo LMAO not after she tired to apologize and you did that” drag me. But honestly I have every right to. I just still think it wasn’t the right time EVEN THEN. That I didn’t feel anything and yet again months pass. The three months and again I feel for someone I don’t know. Have not seen their live. So maybe it’s real. Because if I kept up to date with her maybe that would feed me into liking her but I haven’t so yeah it’s real.

And I’m an idiot because I went thru my messages in IG and I saw her PFP and she looks beautiful as always. 6 years to now.. and yeah. I wish we were at least acquaintances. Not even friends.. if she didn’t want. And I’m so stupid because I’m here missing her and the. s posted picture on her ig and girl mind went blank LOL. Ugh. Then I went and like her two other pictures because YEAAAAAAAAA they were posted before I followed and I just said fuck it. But whoo knows. Even if I was them.. I get none because I can’t make up my mind and I’m stupid. But honestly.. s or v what goes thru your mind… but v hope you’re ok and living your best life. When you said soo unmotivated and like you settle with oh I have some who wants a future with me… I so badly wanted to say me too. But hey pick the one closer to you I guess. So that’s smart. :) lol…. Maybe I should do the same….

#my thoughts

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hakkais-hoe · 2 years

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Hi! Can you do a part 2 of how they deal with breakup with Baji, Mitsuya, Mikey and Chifuyu? Thank you 💕

Hi!! Ofc 😊 I was about to do a part 2 for Kazutora anyway so I’ll stick him with these four 💞 n sorry about your wait hope you enjoy these hun 🥰

I’d apologise for the Baji one but I just can’t see him admitting that he’s in the wrong 🤷‍♀️

Characters: Kazutora, Mikey, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Baji

Age warning: none

All characters are 18+

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Baji

Tbh he’s probably a little toxic n mansplainy, is a dick about it ngl

Can and will commit several counts of arson just because he’s in a huff

Literally has a tantrum for a day or two before going back to normal and acting like you haven’t even broken up with him

You’ll have to throw him out of your place multiple times

Tells you to stop being “dramatic” before getting slapped

Talks pure shit to Chifuyu n Kazutora, who promptly tell him to suck it up or go beg you to take him back

Doesn’t even think it’s his fault you broke up, wholeheartedly believes you’re just trying to “play hard to get” or just doin it for attention

Honestly don’t think he’d come begging to get back together, he’d just show up one day and you wouldn’t be able to tell him to leave cos of his pretty long hair ig 💀

Also I think he’s probably used to his s/o getting mad at him for shit n just kicking him out for a bit n letting him back in so he just thinks that’s what ur doing

If none of this works he just acts like n injured dog, but that I mean he purposefully gets into fights n let’s them land a few good punches so that he can come back and be like “baby please can you patch me up” like the little shot he is

Doesn’t purposefully play on your emotions tho, mainly because he’s a moron, he just knows that you don’t like seeing him hurt

Does realise how much he missed being able to hold you after a while tho, having you back in his arms even if you’re just patching him up , is like a blessing to him now

Does this cute little soft smile when you’re not looking at him

Is literally like a feral raccoon that you found in a bin n brought in one day tbf, he’s not sure how he got here but he definitely doesn’t wanna leave luxury now

Kazutora

It’s all mikeys fault

But no fr he cries for a while man

Ends up spending a lot of time in the pet shop at night complaining to the kittens n puppies while he brushes them

or just simply talking to himself about where he went wrong while stocking the shelves

Cries at work a few times when Chifuyu or someone else mentions you

Is the definition of a simp when he’s in love so you can imagine just how much it would break him to be left

Thinks he’s being abandoned, complete opposite of Baji, blames himself for it

He tries to get you back by writing you little love letters, sending your favourite flowers or snack or plushies, sends you pictures of the animals at the shop.

Does NOT show up at your house uninvited!!

He respects that you don’t want to see him but he can’t help but cry when you don’t reply to him, or try visit him

Try’s not to talk to Chifuyu about the break up until Chifuyu confronts him n makes him talk

Cries a bit more for good measure ( prolly could do with some eye drops)

Almost certainly purposes at least twice if/when you get back together

Chifuyu

Definition of okay on the outside but dying within

100% will not show just how much it hurts him when you say those five words

Straight-faced “if that’s what you want” beige he leaves n sits in his car for a good hour with a blank face

Then proceeds to drive to the middle of no where, scream n shout till his voice is horsed, set his jacket on fire for the extra flare of drama and then drive home in silence

Hates the world for weeks, terrifies Kazutora to the point of him being too scared to even ask when the next shipment of some stock is coming in

Usually his female customers flirt with him but not they’re too scared of the menacing aura n deep set glare plastered to his face to even approach him

Gets absolutely shitfaced when him n Kazu meet up with Takemichi n spills everything

Cries a little bit before boldly proclaiming his love for you to an entire bar then falling face first off a table

Wakes up in your house with an ice pack strapped to his head n a blanket thrown over him

Very very embarrassed when he sees you come in with a pissed “I hope your explanation is good” look on your face

He has no idea how he got here, finds out from you that he rang you at 3 in the morning n had a mental breakdown over the phone before telling you that if you didn’t come get him he was going to eat an entire cake to himself and 4 (specifically) tubs of ice cream n cry his eyes out

Dies of embarrassment before yet again telling you he misses you and wants to talk

Tries to be sensible but clearly fails miserably

Mitsuya

King of staying calm n giving you space

That is until he realises that you’re actually serious

Then all hell breaks loose

Doesn’t shower, eat, sleep or all round take care of himself n instead goes in to an almost catatonic state of just drawing designs n making shit for you

Ends up making you a beautiful extravagant piece of clothing which gets sent before anyone can intervene

Takes Hakkai n some of the others showing up at his house to fetch him for him to actually snap out of it a bit

Will only talk to Hakkai about what happened

Stressed to the max

You were the thing that calmed him when he was spiralling but now you were gone n he had nothing to anchor him in place

Freaked out when he saw what he’d done to himself and his apartment

He reaches out with a “we should talk, meet me for coffee at our usual spot”

Apologises for the package as soon as he sees you

Promptly stares at you and wonders how could he have ever let you go so easily

Blurts out “you keep me alive” before he can stop himself, apologises again and goes to leave

Can’t quite bring himself to leave the cafe n turns around n strides back to your table before taking everything back and saying he meant every word

“You are my everting, without you I would be long gone by now and I don’t know if I mean physically or mentally but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m so hopelessly in awe of everything that you do or say and I can’t live without you! Please don’t leave me too.”

Mr. Romantic strikes again pls love him he’s n angel n he’s pretty

Mikey

Little shit

The epitome of if I can’t have you no one can

But in the sense of he will not leave you alone n decides that he’s now going to buy the place you work just so he has an excuse to show up and take all your attention every day

Buys you dorayaki n leaves it in a bag for your lunch with your name on it in a heart

Can and will fire anyone who looks at you for too long

Has Sanzu stalk you when he can’t be there

Follows you to nightclubs n bars so that he can beat up anyone who hits on you

Still calls you his s/o n doesn’t see why he should stop “seen as you’ll be getting back together soon anyway”

Literally believes that it’s just a phase you can’t possibly leave him as well

Starts to dwell on it after and while n ends up taking his anger out on anyone around him (the poor bonten trio get the brunt of it)

Sends you gifts which usually comprise of snacks, clothing, accessories with his initials on and a new one which is self defence tools incase he can’t be there

You’d have to get used to the constant shadow tbf

When it becomes too much for him he’ll show up at your place in the rain, no umbrella ofc, n tell you how cold it is n how he’s conveniently stranded after his bike ran out of petrol n the rain got too much

Will still expect to be able to cuddle with you n leach your warmth (not like you’d be able to refuse his little pout anyway)

Whispers sweetly about how much he misses you nd needs you to take him back and let him love you again

He even says he doesn’t mind sleeping on the couch for a while, he just wants to be able to make sure you’re safe and be around you

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It is nearly 3 in the morning n I rly should sleep but this caught my eye so sleep is a myth

Taglist: @honeybachira @roppongiperfume @haitink @bontensbabygirl @loonashadow @reiners-milkbiddies @sunahyejin @wakasagurl

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ufonaut · 2 years

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you may have already answered this kind of question so i apologize if you have, but i’m wondering what you think a majority of comic fans miss with understanding subtext and characters? like outside of what you’ve already spoken about (personal headcanons and feelings) is it just that a lot of fans don’t have the media literacy they think they do? or just newer fans that have only read the most popular series. i only ask bc sometimes i worry i don’t know if i’m reading between the lines correctly and if you’d share like.. ig your process for drawing conclusions ab characters? i feel like i may have answered my own question here LOL

ah, no, i've never spoken about this at length and i'm honestly flattered you reached out, thank you! i don't have a process per se, i think my interest in engaging with comics the way i do comes from doing film studies at uni and seeing the two mediums as having more common ground than with literature per se due to the visual doing the heavy lifting but i do sincerely believe that anyone can read the text as it's meant to be understood if they only apply themselves -- and the fact of the matter is that many people don't.

i'd say you got it in one, it's a case of both overestimating and underestimating their media literacy and i think a lot of the time particularly fandom-y blogs see things that simply aren't there and try to write meta that serves their purposes rather than shed some light on the text they're talking about. the way i see it, there's three fundamental questions to ask yourself before getting started on any comics analysis worth its salt

1) what's the objective reality of this?

2) is this a common trope/phrase? is it evocative of or a homage to a certain piece of media that has entered the basic pop culture lexicon?

3) how much of the author spilled into this?

and to elaborate on that:

1) before you get to the subtext, it's only natural to build up on a foundation of facts. i mean, the really basic stuff -- who, what, when, why.

for example, looking at my recent posts regarding hal jordan's timeline, take his stories in the flash (1959) backups running throughout #220 - 246. he's coming off a year-long road trip with ollie queen and he's been unemployed the entire time, he's not only broke but living in poverty, he's depressed. none of this is a great feat of analysis, these are all facts verbally stated by the character with the sole exception of the last one -- but how do we know that? several stories have hal's will faltering, several others see him having difficulties scrounging up enough money for food let alone a roof over his head. logic dictates that his circumstances affect his mental health.

sometimes it really is purely about recognising what's right in front of you and putting it in context, you can't talk about these backups without talking about what preceded them (the hard travelling heroes era) because they do not exist in a vacuum. unless you're talking about an elseworlds/one-shot/limited series/complete run from start to finish it's absolutely impossible to properly engage without context, that's also where the common misconception that comic book timelines are confusing comes from.

2) i don't expect people to just be naturally born with this knowledge but i think it's pretty easy to get a sense of what's a reference (even if it's not one you recognise) and what's not and making an effort to research that, even if it's just a quick google search. this is a common complaint i've seen in attempted meta of tom king's work on here so let me bring up some examples from his recent mature books

(the human target 2021 #3)

"booster is booster is booster" isn't merely repetition for the sake of repetition but very obviously a play on the common "a rose is a rose is a rose" phrase, which has been used in all media for decades now and yet was brought up in at least five different posts on here as an example of 'bad writing' (regarding the literal structure of it) rather than just owning up to their lack of knowledge.

and this also applies to shot-for-shot recreations such as mr terrific's scene with alanna strange's dad

and how it's an acknowledged reference/homage to sidney poitier in in the heat of the night (1967)

and all that says about the role mr terrific plays within strange adventures' narrative. again, this is knowledge better researched if not immediately recognised and you'll often find it mentioned in issue reviews if necessary.

3) as we all know, comics are a collaborative effort like nearly no other piece of art. the finished product is not only the work of the writer, artist, inker, colorist & letterer (all of which play vital roles in the process) but that of the editor as well and this is another instance where 'doesn't take place in a vacuum' applies. i'm all for death of the author but the direction a character is heading is definitely informed by the entire creative team's experiences and expectations, i think it's worth investigating what the people in question have had to say about it -- especially regarding an older comic -- after you've formed your own opinions.

there's cases where the writers make conscious decisions to disguise their opinions or where they're coming from and their success varies (take chuck dixon's work on connor hawke vs gerard jones' horrific depiction of arisia rrab) but there's also comics that are infinitely made better because the writer in question relates deeply to the characters they're writing (look at tom king's very personal depictions of mental health or keith giffen's insistence on giving an air of genuine reality to any working class character), that's even setting aside cases of gay characters being written by straight writers and so on. here, i'd sincerely recommend drawing a line between what's just another job for somebody and what's mattered to them intensely and if you want to take your engagement this far then it's definitely vital to check interviews, comic magazines, etc etc.

so yeah, here's a little look into my line of thinking! i hope it helps some and i'm sure you're doing just great if you're concerned about this to begin with :)

#asks #anon #dc #dc comics #comics meta

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uwurakax · 3 years

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boy, i need you ♡

pairing: akaashi x reader ♡

genre: angst // cheating // minimal swearing // suggestive (not explicit) ♡

summary: he knew it was wrong, every fibre of his being told him it needed to end with you. so why couldn’t he bring himself to do it? ♡

♡ sequel to ‘boy, i hate you’ - read the first part here ♡

word count: 2k ♡

author’s note: warning, not proofread or anything! wasn’t planning on part 2, but then it was brought up and i thought “hey i can work w a 2nd pt”. reader has no gender mentioned - but again ig default fem if theres vibes here? idk. also have a note at the end so there’s no spoilers here haha. excuse the crappy writing as always - my 2am brain refuses to work at any other time ty for coming to my tedtalk that no one cares about ✌️ ♡

♡ (inspired by f.u by little mix) ♡

unfaithful

/ʌnˈfeɪθfʊl,ʌnˈfeɪθf(ə)l/

adjective

1. engaging in intimate relations with a person other than one’s regular partner in contravention of a previous promise or understanding

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Akaashi couldn’t say exactly why his infidelity started. Honestly there was nothing inherently wrong with your relationship. You were amazing, loyal, kind and everything he could ever want in a partner. He supposed at one point he was like that to you. Not anymore though. He could never be like that ever again. Not when he found comfort in the arms of another. Another that wasn’t you.

Akaashi knew it was wrong. Wholeheartedly he wanted to free you of the unforgivable. Did he take advantage of your sweet behaviour? Deep down inside, he knew he was. The cheap thrill of loving somebody else while you waited patiently for him back at home. Back at the home the both of you had made together. The home that he had inadvertently tainted with the presence of another.

This is the last time.

How many times would he tell himself that? That the momentary pleasure he got from her was just that. That he’d stop before it went too far.

Over a year later was already beyond what was classified as ‘too far’.

He couldn’t kid himself into thinking it was just a brief lapse in judgement anymore. Not when he didn’t stop. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair to you in the slightest. How could he do that? To the one he promised to love. The one to always be there for you, care for you. To do everything a good boyfriend should do.

To never, ever be the reason for your tears.

He knew he didn’t have the right to feel this way. It was selfish. Completely and utterly selfish. But when he’d come home and find you there waiting for him, while he was whispering sweet nothings, words that should’ve only been reserved for you, to somebody else just minutes prior, he couldn’t help but feel his heart ache. Akaashi, ever so observant, noticed that you stopped faking your smile. He remembers the first time he saw it.

5 months after his unfaithfulness began, something he swore that’d happen just once, he saw the look on your face. The warm smile you had greeted him with just earlier that morning before he left, was now gone. This smile wasn’t as bright, and the shine didn’t reach your eyes. He didn’t like this smile. It was beautiful of course, because it was from you, but he didn’t like how fake it was. You had given him some half-assed excuse.

“I’m just a little tired Keiji”

He knew you too well. Knew you were lying to him, but he couldn’t bring himself to press on further. Day after day, your smile continued to drop. Further and further, until it was some terrible imitation of the one he had fallen in love with years ago. No matter how much you tried to hide it, he would always notice the slight redness in the whites of your eyes. Dark and puffy under-eyes that you tried desperately to conceal. The tone of your voice, no longer lively and cheerful. He supposed after a year, you just didn’t want to pretend to be okay anymore.

This will be the last time.

He’d break it off with you. His silent promises to spare you from anymore pain. The guilt ate away at him, feeling the nausea rise in his stomach. You deserved someone better than him, someone who would treat you the way you should be treated. He used to be that guy. Where did that man go? What happened to him? He supposed he didn’t have the right to be that person anymore.

He was always so tense thinking on what to say to you. On how to finally admit his wrongdoings. Whether you knew of his actions behind your back, finally voicing them out would be the nail in the coffin. The confirmation that he was indeed doing the things that you were suspecting him of. Perhaps thats why you could never ask or actually push forward with it.

Because even if you knew, with great certainty, you could deceive yourself into thinking he was still the boy you had fallen in love with all those years ago.

Akaashi only received a fleeting moment of peace from his thoughts of you when she was around. He absolutely despised it. It was despicable how he could find a sense of safety in her arms. It should’ve been you, only you. It was wrong. Completely and utterly wrong, and yet he couldn’t help but think it felt right. It was wicked and evil, there was no other way to put it. Her hands. Her kisses. Her touch. All the moments with her made him forget about you, if only for a brief period. The gentle feel and traces of her were like invisible tattoos, covering all the places you had marked, kissed and touched.

It was all just too intoxicating for him. From her silky smooth hair to the softness of her skin. However, when he ran his fingers all over her body, he couldn’t help but think of you. God he was pathetic. So, so badly he knew it was wrong. He already had you, had your love, had everything you had to give. So why would he run for comfort to her, only to end up wishing it was you instead? It didn’t make sense, and he couldn’t understand it at all.

“Keiji, why don’t you stay the night?”

“I can’t, I’m sorry”

“It can’t keep going on like this. You guys should break up. Then you wouldn’t have to keep going back there, and then you can finally stay here with me. Isn’t that what you want?”

No, it wasn’t. It was probably the reason why he’d never stay over with her. Because he always wanted to come home to you. If he didn’t want to stay with her, if he didn’t sleep in the same bed with her, if he didn’t want to hold her hand - everything he wanted to do with you - why did he still do it? Why! Why! Why! It constantly plagued his mind. He was just selfish.

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And so, Akaashi sat in his car, with his grip on the steering wheel, thinking of the words to say. He knew he needed to be delicate, but firm. To the point, but not blunt. ‘This will be the last time’, he says to himself. The last time he thinks of the words to say. The last time he sits in his car contemplating about everything. The last time he has to hurt you. He’ll let you go, let you cry, even let you throw any object in reach to let out your frustrations on him. Just as long as he didn’t have to hurt you anymore. With a shaky breath, he unlocks the car door and steadies himself. He makes his way to house you both shared, hand on the handle as he closes his eyes. It’s time to face the music.

He quietly opens and closes the door behind him, setting his belongings on the dark oak table sat next to the door. He hears you in the kitchen, your feet padding around on the tiled floor. He makes his way there and freezes. You’re slaving away in a large t-shirt and shorts just a bit too big for you. They’re his without a doubt. You hear his shoes clicking against the floor and turn around to face him.

“Welcome home Keiji”

He hated that the gleam in your eyes was gone, and that your lips had to form a smile way too forced. He hated what he had done to you.

“I’m making your favourite, it should be ready in about 10 minutes”

With that, Akaashi loses all composure. He steps forward, his long legs carrying himself towards the stove top, situating himself behind you. He reaches around to turn it off, and moves the pot to the next hotplate. You turn around to question him, only to end up surprised at how close he was. You’re flustered, and he can easily tell how nervous you are at the way your eyes dart at anywhere else but him.

The temperatures rising in your body, and you swear that Akaashi can feel it steaming out of you. He closes the distance quickly, and soon enough your tongues are fighting for dominance against each other. He was in such bliss, it was like your lips were moulded to be with his. In moments like this he could forget. When your touch covered the traces of her. When your taste overwhelmed hers. He wanted you imprinted on him again. But he knew, knew that soon enough, he’d wash it away with his mistress. A continuous cycle of you and her. Disgustingly selfish.

This will be the last time.

The last time he takes your hand. The last time he has the pleasure of kissing you. The last time he undresses you. He takes his time, drinking in your form under the moonlight. Not even the darkness could overshadow your light. He knows you do the same, your eyes focused on him now. You push him forward so he falls back on the plush mattress. Why would he ever think about anyone else? He knew this had to be the last. The last time he’d let his eyes fall over you. He needed to save these moments in his head so he’d never forget.

The last luxury he’d have of you.

So he’d soak it all in, ingrain it forever. He needed to remember it vividly so he could look back. Look back at the idiot he was for ever hurting you in this way. He didn’t deserve you in the slightest. He thought that if he could capture every last detail, it could be the least of his karma. To miss what he took for granted.

How many times had he thought that himself?

And at the end of it all, he’ll just lay there. In the bittersweet afterglow of the love you two had shared. He’ll close his eyes and prepare himself to lose it all. Lose you. You think he’s asleep as he’s so still and his breathing so even. You’ll comb your fingers through his hair, just like you always do, and mumble quietly about your devotion to him.

“I love you, so much Keiji”

You pray he doesn’t hear you, but he does. As clear as day, you whisper confessions of love and admiration for him. He knows he doesn’t deserve it. Not in the slightest, not at all.

But the gentle kiss you place on his lips has him reeling, and his resolve cracks. He can’t do it, because he’s just that selfish. He knows that in the end, it won’t be the last time. He’ll go through it all again. The guilt will eat him alive. The feel of bile on the tip of his tongue no longer phasing him - he’s gotten used to the taste. He’ll break your trust, again and again, and then carelessly attempt to put the pieces back together, just to shatter them more. It’s cruel, he knows this. He wishes you’d just insult him. Cuss him out. Do anything, but show him love over and over. He loves you, he truly does, and he knows how horrific it is to do this to somebody you claim to love. He just wants you to hurt him, tell him what a disgusting asshole he is, how he’s a piece of shit, a waste of space. Any and everything you can think of.

But you don’t.

And while you continue to show him affection, he’ll drown in the abyss of despair that he, himself put him in. Because during these moments he could pretend that you actually loved him. That you didn’t know of his cheating ways. That he wasn’t touching you with the same hands that held someone else.

So tomorrow it’ll all start over, and the cycle will continue. He’ll keep on breaking your heart, and you’ll both pretend to be okay with it. No matter how many times he told himself it would be the last.

He hoped that one day he wouldn’t be such a coward. That he would finally cut the strings that tied you both together and just end it. Akaashi knew it was wrong, but he was just that selfish and hypocritical.

extra: IM SORRY! i know this probably wasn’t the part 2 that was wanted but 🤟😭 i couldn’t help myself! pls give any akaashi merch hugs and kithes 🥺🥺 my friend told me this mad him mad at him (i was going for sad, so im sorry if you get angry 😭) 💕✨ tysm if you read it 💝

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #akaashi angst #akaashi x reader #akaashi x you #haikyuu angst #hq angst

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angxlyxn · 3 years

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doll - villain! izuku x f. reader

summary: it’s certainly been a few years since you’ve seen izuku, and he’s planning the make the most out of your time together now that you’re back with each other.

warnings: NONCON, bondage, blood, kidnapping, there is a knife, slight voyeurism(?)

important: all characters are over the age of eighteen.

a/n: wow this piece took me over two months to write, it literally took me forever i’m so unbelievably glad that it’s finished. i’m not entirely happy with it, especially the beginning part because i wrote it two months ago when i didn’t really know how to write fanfiction? but it’s okay, um the concepts are there so enjoy ig.

word count: ~5.3k

The first thing that you noticed upon waking up was the methodical dripping of water above you. Each droplet was landing just shy of your face, the cold water splashing up against your features. Cold. That seemed to be the word of the day. Beneath you, there was a slab of freezing cement, its moist chill seeping off of it and onto your shaking frame.

You raised your heavy head, matted hair falling in front of your face as a sharp, immobilizing pain shot through your skull. You moved the tangled locks from your vision, your hand landing on the back of your head in the process. When you brought your fingers back around, they were slick with a sticky crimson substance. As you stared at your fingers, dumbstruck and utterly confused at the...liquid that was coating them, you grew acutely aware of a dull clinking ringing out with each of your movements, and noticed a pair of shackles that were wrapped around each of your wrists. You tugged a bit on the chains, lurching your body away from the wall that you were attached to as you tried to decipher the situation that you were in right now, to no avail, of course. This was far too sudden and much too confusing to understand. How did you even get...wherever you were in the first place? Why were you here?

Your ears rang out, an amalgamation of horrible chiming sounds flooding your mind. You tried, and failed to recall the events that had led up to you finding yourself in this revolting state, much to your chagrin.

“Oh, you’re finally awake!” A cheery voice rang out, the words disproportionately buoyant in comparison to the bleak environment that surrounded you. You looked up, vision blurring as you turned your head in the direction of the effervescent voice.

You nearly gasped as you caught sight of the figure in front of you, your eyes scanning frantically over his disheveled green locks, his pale skin standing out in contrast to the visible blush lining his freckled cheeks.

“M-Midoriya?” You responded, your voice uneven, your horribly shaky pronunciation reflecting your bodily state perfectly.

“Izuku,” he corrected. He pushed himself off of the wall he was leaning on, slowly making his way towards your trembling form. You hadn’t seen the green-haired boy since he had disappeared entirely from your life, on that fateful day back in junior-high. You had honestly thought he had offed himself or something after Bakugou had told him those horrible things, and you had mourned for days, for months, for years over the loss of your childhood friend. You and Izuku had always been close, and you assumed that it was your shared weakness that had brought you together. While he was born quirkless, you were born with a quirk that might as well have been non-existent. An empathic quirk was what they had called it, one that gave you the ability to absorb others’ emotions and relieve them of their feelings, while you would be able to take on their sensitivities in exchange for the relief that you gave them. You had always seen it as useless, everyone had. And a few people, including your own parents, had always found a way to make it clear to you that you were just this. Useless.

However, you had still made it into UA, on account of nothing more than your grades, of course. People had marvelled at your acceptance, talking about how progressive it was of UA to let in someone as weak as you, even though you had only made it into general studies. It wasn’t like you really wanted to work in heroics anyways, but still, it had hurt a bit when you had to bid farewell to some of your friends from middle school, who were pursuing the hero path. By friends, of course, you meant Katsuki. As strange as it was, you, Midoriya, and him had always been together, well, in your own ways. You really had no idea why Izuku was still latched on to the ill-tempered blonde, and at times wished he would just let go of his hold on the boy. Countless times you had told him to just stop making contact with Katsuki, as their time together never seemed to end well, but he wouldn’t ever take heed of your advice. You couldn’t help but wonder if there was some sort of unspoken competition between them, besides their constant debate over Izuku’s quirklessness, which admittedly led to most of the dissents. It was weird. They were always at each other’s throats, and almost every time they fought you would be there, if only to defend Midoriya. You were protective over him- anyone would be after witnessing the torment that he so frequently endured from Katsuki and others.

So when the news had come that he was declared missing, you were in absolute pieces. When your mother had come into your room to tell you that this, you swore you felt your heart shatter then and there. Nothing could keep you from blaming yourself. No matter how much others tried to tell you otherwise, whether it be therapists, friends, parents, or even Katsuki himself, you just couldn’t believe them. You should’ve done more to help the green-haired boy, you should’ve helped him. You could’ve stood up to Bakugou more, or done anything at all to aid him. You always had seen yourself as selfish, which was why it was such a surprise when the king of ego himself told you otherwise.

You remembered it clearly: You were nearing the end of your first semester at UA, still completely distraught about Izuku’s disappearance. A stern knocking had rang through your apartment, causing you to look up from your stack of textbooks with weary eyes. You pushed yourself off of the couch, making your way to the door and flinging it open, squinting as your eyes met the slouching form of the person in front of you. He wasted no time, just walking into your apartment with a confident, yet defensive stride. Immediately, the person, who you now recognized to be Katsuki, had made a beeline to your couch, and was sitting upon the charcoal-colored cushions that adorned it. You just started at him, mouth slightly agape as he looked back at you, gaze perfervid and intense.

“Well, get over here,” He had spat, gesturing for you to join him on the couch. You hurriedly did as he asked, his eyes following your form as you made your way over to him. He had let out a short breath, his eyelids falling slightly downwards as he looked at your unkempt appearance. After a few moments of silence, he spoke. “It’s not your fault, you know. That damn nerd shouldn’t have done this. It’s his fault, you hear me?” He had said, voice as gravelly as ever. However, it seemed that there was a bit of… something else behind his words, like a small piece of his defensive front was crumbling away in front of your very eyes.

“I- I don’t-” You responded in a frail voice.

“Everyone else- they don’t think so either. I hate to admit it but, you… fuck. You’re a good person, Y/n.” Your shoulders jerked upwards a bit at his use of your first name. “You can’t feel guilty for what that fucking extra did.”

You stayed silent, eyebrows furrowing gently at his conciliatory words.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, barely audible. He looked back up to you. “I just…” You could tell that he was moving to say something, his gaze downcast and contemplative. He looked back up at you, his eyes landing on your face. “I…” You leaned slightly towards him, urging him to speak. You had never seen Katsuki so… quiet. He was quite literally speechless, the environment around you two extremely tense due to his wordlessness. He shifted his eyes, looking over your frame intently. His gaze caught on the area near your clavicle, and before you could say anything about his strange behavior, he spoke once more.

“Your collar,” he grunted. You looked down at yourself, staring at your crumpled uniform that you hadn’t changed out of in days. You raised your eyes back up to him, sending him a questioning glance. “It..” he said, clenching his hands a bit as his eyes still stayed trained on your collarbone.

He reached out two tentative hands, taking your shirt collar between his slender fingers. You remember your complete state of shock as he had adjusted your shirt, snapping the top few buttons into place and smoothing down the fabric. After he had finished, it was like he had snapped out of some sort of stupor, jumping away from you and retracting his hand into his chest. He had left a bit after that, a light blush still coating your cheeks long after he made his departure.

As weird as it sounds, that was the beginning of your relationship with Katsuki. You grew to like each other, him growing somewhat emotionally dependent on you while you relied on him to keep your more self-destructive tendencies in check. The two of you really were a sight, though. The soft, gentle curve of your features in contrast to Bakugou’s angular ones was enough to garner a few stares, and if that weren’t enough, there were the differentiations in mannerisms and personality to set you apart even further. But you supposed that opposites do in fact attract, at least in your case.

Goodness, before you even had time to register what was happening your thoughts had drifted over to the blonde, which wasn’t really an uncommon occurrence. You could only hope that he thought about you as much as you thought about him. Of course you two were dating and all, so it was only natural that he should, but still, you couldn’t help but feel just a bit of anxiety about not actually being wanted or needed by the boy. As much as he would reassure you that he did need you, that he loved you, part of you just couldn’t believe him. A bit of you always had a feeling that he would leave you, just as Izuku did. Maybe you were just insecure, but still. You wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted someone stronger, or better than yourself. You hadn’t ever been surprised when others wanted someone else.

You weren’t ever surprised when you were second choice.

On that note, you brought yourself back to reality, the sound of water dripping from the ceiling still grating against your ears. You refocused your eyes, which had glazed over during your train of thought, only for your now active gaze to land on a person who happened to be situated directly in front of you. You groggily looked up once more, your worried eyes meeting the face of Izuku, who looked oddly infatuated with you. Why, you did not know. All you were able to register was how his doting eyes were dancing over your whole frame, making you squirm a bit in your spot.

“Mi- I mean..Izu-Izuku…” you mumbled as you looked up at him, pushing yourself up so that you were nearly face to face with the green-haired boy. “Wh-What’s going on, I.. don’t understand…”

“Oh doll,” he said, the pet name rolling off of his tongue in a sickeningly sweet manner. “I just helped you do a little relocation, that’s all! I know you’re probably scared, and confused, but don’t worry! I’m not here to hurt you, understand?” He said, reaching a hand out to caress your cheek gently. You drew away from him sharply at the feeling of his calloused fingers against your skin, instinctively bringing your hands up to your face.

“Hey, don’t flinch away from me now, come on! We’re friends, aren’t we?” He said, his tone growing bitter as he spat out the last sentence.

“I...guess,” you mumbled, still too disoriented to make a coherent sentence. “But why.. The chains..?” Izuku looked slightly taken aback at your query, rising up from his kneeled position, and instead settling for standing in front of you.

“Just a precaution,” he said, his tone infantilizing. “I can’t have you two running away now,” he finished, smiling.

“T-two?” You asked, attempting to search his eyes. His green orbs were full of adoration towards you, but his pupils seemed to swirl with a bit of malice as he continued to stare at you. He hummed in response to your question, bringing his hand up to your cold cheek. He gently pressed his fingers into your skin and manually shifted your head to the left, your eyes drifting towards the other side of the room.

Low and behold, there was indeed another person. And the venomous look on his face accompanied by a mess of ash blonde hair was enough to tell you who this second person was. His frame was wrapped in restraints, his arms suspended above his head and his clenching fists encircled by thick shackles. He kicked and struggled against the chains, the clinking sound of them ringing out across the room like a series of cathedral bells.

“Katsuki!” You yelped, the word ripping from your lips as you began to pull against the chains binding your own body, feverishly pushing yourself to try and reach your lover. Izuku leapt towards you before you could really go anywhere, latching himself onto your shoulder and pulling you backwards.

“Now puppy, don’t get aggressive!” He said in a tone that was far too sweet and much too jubilant. He rubbed his palm against your shoulder as though he were coaxing a child, nestling his chin against your cheek as he did so, all the while looking at Bakugou with hazy eyes.

“No!” You cried. “I don’t know what you’re planning right now, but you left us for years and now you-you’re back, and you haven’t explained anything and I just can’t trust you an-and why are we in chains? And for fuck’s sake get off of me, at least until you explain yourself!” You punctuated your sentence with a shove to his shoulder, a twinge of guilt pumping through your veins as you did so.

He fell backwards a bit, his gaze downturned and his face darkened. His eyes swirled with animosity as he stared down at the floor with furrowed brows, his fists clenching a releasing a few times over.

“Please,” you said, your voice softer. “Explain. You just... left. I need to know why.”

He continued to stare down at the floor with an uncomfortable amount of determination, green eyes scanning the tile before slowly beginning to lift back up to meet your unsteady gaze. His face was serious as he bored his eyes into yours, his pupils full of pure animosity. A few moments of silence passed, and then he began to laugh.

He was laughing.

His green eyes glinted with jubilance as he looked at you through the dark shadow clouding his face, his hand coming up to rake through the mop of green tufts on his head.

“Why?” He said between giggles. “I think you know the answer to that one, love!” He said, still chuckling. You looked at him wildly, gaze skittish and horrified.

You began to speak, raising your trembling voice over his laughter. “Izu, you don’t understand, we thought that you ki-”

“Killed myself?” He said, his laughter dying down. He clicked his tongue before continuing, nuzzling himself back into your shoulder, the action earning a few muffled screams from the blonde restrained at the other end of the room. “You’ve got it all wrong puppy! I would never dare leave you like that, doll. I just saw an opportunity and took it. You would’ve done the same darling, I know you would’ve. Although, I think if you did leave me like that, I would kill myself.” He remarked, his voice far too exuberant for the weighty contention. You shivered as you slipped out of his grip, pushing your arms out in front of you to try and hinder the touches of the sensitive boy.

“No, Izuku this is weird, I don’t understand why you’re acting like this. Th- This isn’t you. And we were never t..together, so I don’t understand why you're touching me and calling me these names and I- I still don’t know what you mean by this ‘opportunity’, or why the hell you’ve kidnapped me and Katsu, and I’m bleeding-”

Midoriya hummed, the warm sound cutting you off. “Ah-ah! You’re talkative today, huh? So many questions!” He said in a lilting voice. “Why don’t we ask Katsu what he thinks about everything!” The boy continued, his use of your nickname for the blonde making you cringe. “He always was more articulate than you.”

He heaved himself off of the floor next to you, making his way over to an erratic Bakugou. The chains above his head rattled as he kicked against the restraints, the gag shoved into his mouth growing damp as he relentlessly screamed into it.

As he approached Katsuki, Izuku whipped a knife out of his pocket, the blade flicking out as he continued to walk towards him. You gasped at this, yelling out as the greenette continued to walk away from you.

“No, Izuku don’t hurt him! Leave him alone!” You screamed, tugging on your chains once more and pushing yourself towards the unstable boy. Much to your terror, Izuku disregarded your words, instead moving to stand behind Bakugou. He threaded his hand through the taller boy’s locks, grasping onto them and pulling backwards as he pointed his knife at his neck.

“Izuku, sto- aUGH!” You yelped in anguish as you reached out towards the pair, only to fall forward and hit your already sensitive head against the unforgiving pavement. You looked up helplessly as he flicked the knife between his pinky and ring finger, using the digits that were previously holding the blade to untie the cloth that sat in the boy’s mouth.

Immediately, he began to scream, as expected. “You damn extra! What the hell are you trying to do! I always knew you were fucking weird, but you really are an absolute fucking creep! You know, you shoulda just killed yourself, got it?”

“Katsuki! No, you’re going to make him mad or-“ You were cut off once again by a shrill laughter, the horrible sound grinding against your ears.

“You always were so straight-forward Kacchan! Still haven’t lost your fire after all these years have you!” He said, his speech diluted with giggles.

“Stop laughing and let us go you little fucker!” He growled in response.

Midoriya hummed before continuing. “No, no no! N/n over there has something I want, and I don’t plan on letting you two free until I get it,” He returned in a crazed voice.

“Huh? What the hel-“

“What do you want,” you began, your voice ragged. “I’ll give you whatever you need just- at least let him go.” Bakugou looked at you in disbelief, yet he stayed silent as his eyes desperately searched your face. Izuku made a show of looking over at you, turning his gaze towards your kneeling figure as a nefarious grin spread across his face, his eyes shining dangerously as he looked down at your vulnerable form.

“Hmm...interesting proposition, but unfortunately Kacchan over here is essential to the whole thing! But I will take you up on your offer to take whatever I need, although I was going to do that anyways,” He said as he stuffed the cloth back into the blonde’s mouth. He peeled himself off of Katsuki, and with a flick of his wrist, the blade that he was grasping was closed.

“Alright then doll, let’s have some fun hm?” The chartreuse-headed boy had begun to stroll towards you, his leisurely pace matching the speed at which he had begun to unbutton the clasps that held his silken vest together. Your eyes widened exponentially as you realized what was happening, and you began to scramble backwards, pushing yourself towards the other end of the room as far as you could go. You knew that your struggles would be in vain, but you still inched away from him, covering your chest in hopes that what you thought was happening wouldn’t be the case. The cold chains cut into your wrists as you strained against them, the harsh metal not allowing you to move further than a few feet away from the approaching boy. Yet you still struggled, kicking and yelling as he undid the top two buttons on his shirt, the collar falling open and revealing his delicate clavicle. You still tried to push away from him, your efforts fruitless.

A harsh pain shot through your ankle as Izuku clamped his booted foot around it, effectively stilling your leg and keeping you in place. He hopped down onto you, pressing his thighs into yours as he straddled your waist. Nimble hands glided over your shirt, easing the buttons out of their holes and pulling the button-up off of your torso. At this point you had given up on screaming, settling for mumbling out hysterical pleas and whimpers, your palms uselessly pushing against Izuku’s chest. Bakugou’s screams were white noise to your ears, the horrible ringing in your skull blocking out everything else and making you feel as though you were underwater, eyes glazing over as the world around you grew faded.

A sharp tug on your hair brought you back from your moment of disassociation, the hand pulling against your locks belonging to none other than Midoriya himself.

“Come on darling, pay attention to me! No one likes a dumb, quiet doll!” He whined as he slipped a hand under the waistband of your skirt, pulling the fabric off of your hips and exposing your lacy undergarments. From there the green-haired boy wasted no time, running his hands over your soft stomach and marveling at the way his fingers left little indents in the skin whenever he pressed down. Little mumbles floated from his mouth, the way they used to do when you were kids and he would rant to you about heroes or something of the sort. It was almost enough to make you nostalgic, if your brain hadn’t caught on to the words that let you know he was talking about you. His eyes shimmered as they caught onto the terrified expression on your face, his arousal growing as he looked upon the vulnerable state he had managed to put you in.

You decided to plead with him one last time, hoping that maybe a few tears and stutters would make him stop. “Izuku, p-please, sto-p,” you said, a few of your salty teardrops rolling down into your mouth as you spoke. He just grinned at you, eyebrows turning downwards as one of his hands drifted to his visible erection. The screams of Bakugou and your own cries muddled together in your ears as he slipped his belt off and hurriedly took out his cock, palming it rather roughly as he looked down at your limp form, sadism shining in his green orbs as he did so. He didn’t do anything to prepare you, instead leaving you to stare up at him through eyes clouded with tears, watching and waiting on the inevitable to happen. And it happened. Before you could even register it, he had pulled your panties aside, shoving his length in and eliciting a tearful cry from you. Katsuki screamed in sync with you, his smothered shouts ragged and uneven as he looked at the scene before him. Midoriya rutted into you, his thrust holding far too much power as he penetrated your dry insides, your hands clenching and another scream falling out of your mouth as the uncomfortable pain spread through your lower abdomen. You looked over his shoulder at Katsuki, a fresh batch of tears spilling from your eyes as you looked at him. The blonde looked utterly desperate, hot tears rolling down his reddened cheeks as muffled screams continued to rip from his throat. Despite your pleadings and Bakugou’s impotent threats, Midoriya continued to thrust into you, the force of his length pouring on and on and causing choked sobs to gush out of you, the pitiful sounds falling on deaf ears.

“Agh, doll, you’re so tight~! Did Kacchan seriously never take care of you?” He mused. In truth, he never had. But that was your fault, really. You had said you wanted to wait, and that you didn’t want to run the risk of any accidents happening. Part of that was truthful, but you were also just...scared. Scared of what could happen. And every time that you would even begin to consider having the ash blonde take you, the voice of Izuku himself always seemed to take over, and you would always begin to imagine how worried he would be for you, and how he would disapprove. Of course he wouldn’t have ever told you these things, he never was very assertive, and you really had no reason to believe that he would control you like that, but part of your desperate self just wanted to hold onto him when he was presumed to be dead, and still would allow his voice to run through your mind whenever you made decisions and such. In truth you shouldn’t have let your perception of him control your life, but you really couldn’t help it.

You just had missed him...that was all.

Now you regretted all those months that you spent thinking about him, the sleepless nights where you couldn’t get your mind off of the boy. In any case, it seems that even he didn’t care about whether you stayed pure as he ruthlessly fucked you. You felt a bit of blood fall from your abused cunt from the friction, a sick glee filling him up as the crimson fluid lubed up his length. He was your first, he was the first one to ravage you and have a piece of you and you would always remember him as long as you lived. He was going to make sure of that.

“Nghh- doll,” he began, his voice lewd and uneven, his sultry tone matching the lust in his half-lidded eyes perfectly. “You’re just so p-perfect, I don’t- ah! Don’t know w-hy I didn’t take you sooner!” He said between groans. You weren’t sure whether he was talking kidnapping you or fucking you, but at this point you didn’t care. At the moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to think or care about anything. Your mind was too far gone for that, your body drowning in both ecstasy and pain. Izuku latched his mouth onto your exposed collarbone, biting and licking at it until dark purple splotches littered your silky skin. Bakugou’s smothered screams began to die out, fading from your ears as your mind grew fuzzy, your thoughts fixating only on the pressure that was steadily heightening in your core. A particularly loud howl erupted from his throat, causing the green-haired boy to dig his teeth further into you. He bit down with a huge force, his sharp canines digging into the skin on your clavicle yet again. A bit of blood poured from where he had bitten, the fluid dripping down your chest as he raised his head up from your torso. You didn’t miss the subtle way that his lips quirked upwards, malice swirling in his telling green orbs. He leaned down once again, a yelp falling from your trembling lips as he swiped his warm tongue against the wound. He drew his appendage back into his mouth, licking his lips and spreading the blood onto the blush pink area around his maw. “Agh~ You taste so wonderful, d-doll!” He groaned, causing you to shutter. His thrusts grew in pace as he threw his head back, pain shooting through you as they became harder and faster. He cut into you with each stroke, an involuntary moan leaving your mouth as he heightened his pace. He smiled down at you as the sound fell from your lips. The grin was childish, his lips quirking upwards in a way that looked far too innocent compared to your current situation.

Everything grew dimmer and dimmer as you approached your climax. Izuku seemed to be nearing his too, if the uneven jolts of his body and loud groans were any indication of such. The pressure built even more as you tried to keep it down, the continuous stimulation proving to be far too much for your inexperienced body. With one final stroke you tipped over the edge, cunt growing hot and fluttery as you convulsed around Izuku’s length. He pulled out of you right before his own climax, settling for releasing himself all over your creamy thighs. You continued to cry through it all, hot tears pouring down your face and reddening your already flushed cheeks.

You heard Katsuki scream out roughly from beside you. The sound was muted. You felt as though you had been shoved under water, a thick blanket of silence coating your ears as you laid on the rough cement, body heaving and broken.

You felt so confused and so hopeless, the world felt utterly despaired.

The only clarity that came to you presented itself in the form of Izuku’s manic laughter, the horribly shrill giggles pouring over your limp frame. A click of a belt and the green-haired boy was put back together, sweat gleaming on his flushed cheeks and hair splayed about his head like a halo. Although, he was no angel. Not in the slightest.

You coughed as tremors overtook your body. You just felt so goddamn pathetic.

That was all that you were.

You faintly felt the sensation of arms hooking underneath your own, strong hands pulling you towards a wall and propping you up against it. You were facing Katsuki now, and you were finally given a good look at his face.

He didn’t even look like himself anymore. You had never seen him show so much raw emotion before in your entire life. He was despondent, his wrists limp and his mouth quiet. The gag on his face was damp with tears and spit, his jaw hanging slack as a few stray teardrops fell from his reddened eyes. Nothing about him even looked human.

And yet still, you could hear Izuku laughing. He approached the boy with heavy footfalls, boots clicking against the floor until he stood before him. One of his hands shot out and harshly gripped the blonde’s jaw, the other moving to undo the gag. The cloth hung loosely around his neck after he had taken it off, but Katsuki did not even spare a word. His gaze was weathered as he glared into Izuku’s gleeful eyes, crimson hues staying trained on the boy even as Midoriya turned towards you and began to speak.

“Well that was fun, wasn’t it doll! I can’t believe that I was your first!” He said, his voice still enthusiastic, albeit breathy. “I’m never, ever letting you leave after that! Ah, you’re just so perfect!” You just stared at him with as much resentment as you could muster. “And initially the plan was to kill Kacchan over here, but I think I’ll keep him too!” You perked up at the mention of the blonde, lips parting and eyes growing more defensive and you stared at the boy. “I think he’ll be able to help us in the future, hm? It’ll be fun, I promise!” He said, voice exhaustingly juvenile.

“We’ll be just like one big happy family!”

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being there

TW: fluff, mutual pining ig, talk about a friend with an abusive household, child dying, schizophrenia, gn!reader (i'm pretty sure, again)

Summary- reader is always being comforted by spencer, and wants to return the favor.

WC-2,198

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spencer is the most supportive, kind hearted man you know. hands down. no question about it.

one of the reasons you know this is because of every time we go on a case. he's always making sure that others aren't affected by the results of the case.

you remember one specific case about children getting abducted, who were actually from abusive households.

now, you don't come from an abusive household, but your best friend from high school did. you would go to school and have to give him food because his parents were too obsessed with spending their money on other ways instead of feeding their child.

so, you were obviously a bit upset from this case.

and spencer made sure you were feeling better about everything.

he gently rocked you in his arms as you had a panic attack when they killed the missing child in front of your eyes.

he even came to your place later that night to ensure that you was okay. he ended up reading your favorite book to you as you fell asleep in his arms on the couch.

that night you secretly promised him that if he ever needed a shoulder to cry on or a set of ears to listen to him that you would always be there.

so when the unsub had schizophrenia, you could see the effects it had on his mood and behavior.

he even blew up on hotch, talking about how the profile makes it seem like the unsub is killing because they have schizophrenia.

on the plane, he sat alone in the corner and read his book, well, more like stared at his book. he was on the same page for over 4 minutes.

you got up and walked over to sit beside him. you gently placed a hand on his upper arm to alert him of your presence, to which he just glared up at you. you sat beside him as he shut his book carefully as if the words would fall right off the page if he shut it too hard.

"y/n. what is it?" he huffed as he looked at you with eyes full of remorse and frustration.

"i just want to make sure you're okay. you can come to me about it if you need to, spence. i promise i'm here for you," you finished, placing your hand gently over his. he snapped his hand back with a look of disgust.

"why do you think i need to go to you about it? i'm perfectly fine, y/n. so please just leave," he finished angrily.

you nodded my head in understanding as you began to stand and walk away, noticing everyone's eyes on you and what just went down. you sat on the couch and curled into a ball.

you wouldn't give up on him just yet.

once everyone all got off the jet, you made your way to your desks to drop off the files for the case we would need. you noticed spencer dropping at his desk, which happened to be right across from yours.

"spence?" you questioned hesitantly, not wanting to anger him even more.

"what do you want?" he asked with a 'tude.

"i just want to make sure you're okay. i know the case was difficult for yo-"

"just stop!" he snapped at me, finally meeting my eyes. "i'm okay! i'm not gonna break just because of one case! just leave me alone, y/n..." he finished, picking up his bag and leaving the bau.

"y/l/n, it's okay. we all knew he'd be like this after that case. it's not your fault," morgan consoled.

"i know that. i just want to make sure he knows that he's not alone," you said with a frown. "he helped me through the last case and i just wanted to let him know i would do the same for him if he needed it. i thought that him helping me actually meant something, but i guess i was wrong," you shrugged, not knowing what else to say.

little did you know that spencer couldn't bear seeing you so worn down from a case. he hated that you had to see that child in front of you, and would've done anything to help you feel better about it.

truth be told, he loved you.

he's loved you for as long as he could remember.

he also could never tell you because he thought the feelings weren't reciprocated.

and boyyyy was he wrong.

he loved the way you felt everything so raw and real. he loved the way you actually listened to him and his rants. he loved the way you loved him reading to you. he loved everything about you, and he realized it too late.

he was stuck in what morgan would call 'the friendzone'

"angel.... do you have feelings for pretty boy?" morgan teased, ruffling the hair on the top of your head.

"what? pshhh..." you trailed off, not wanting to reveal too much.

"you do! pretty girl's got a crush on pretty boyyyy!!!" morgan sang loudly, leading to you slapping his forearm.

"don't be so loud you ass!"

"so you admit it!" he relished. "it's about time, honestly. i don't know how long you guys have been secretly pining for each other," morgan finished.

"wait, slow down... he has feelings for me too?" you questioned.

" it's a wonder you're such a good profiler, y/l/n. of course he has feelings for you. he's had feelings for you for as long as i can remember. he's always talking about you and how 'beautiful you and your mind are,'" morgan finished with a teasing tone, nudging you in your shoulder gently.

"wow..." you trailed off. "i have to go home real quick," you said before running outside to your car.

you weren't going home.

you were going to his.

you drove quite fast, still in shock from the revelation morgan had admitted to you.

now you needed to see him in person. you had to make sure he was okay. you had to make sure he knew how you felt... though that could wait until he felt better.

all those nights of watching movies with one another, playing chess matches, listening to him ranting or reading to you, they were all some of your most cherished moments with him.

you couldn't wait to make even more with him.

running up the stairs of his apartment complex instead of taking the elevator, you managed to face plant on the steps. of course. you had always been clumsy. you grabbed your cheek and continued on your journey to his place.

when you got there, you knocked on the door harshly. no response. you pulled your key out and unlocked his door, entering slowly with your hand on your gun.

you looked through his living room, kitchen, bathroom, his room.... he wasn't there.

you pulled your phone out and dialed his number. he answered after the third ring.

"spencer! hi..." you said relieved. you didn't realize you were so worried about him until you heard his voice.

"hey,... where are you?" he questioned as if he was worried about you himself.

"actually, i'm at your place," you revealed. "i wanted to make sure you were okay. but you weren't here and i got worried," you admitted.

"oh," he said solemnly. "i'm at your place. meet me here. i'll be waiting," he said swiftly before hanging up the phone.

luckily for you, you only lived a few blocks from him, which also made for many, many movie nights with each other.

you began your descent to your car, being extra careful on the steps.

when you arrived at your place, spencer was sitting there with his head in his hands, sitting on the couch.

you peeled your coat off your shoulders and hung it up, placing your keys and gun on the table.

spencer looked up from the couch, his eyes getting wider as he realized you were here, with him.

"hey, spence," you smiled kindly, making your way to sit beside him on the couch.

as soon as you sat down beside him, his arms wrapped around your body tightly, bringing you even closer to him. you became mesmerized by his scent, the smell of coffee and books and... spencer hitting your nostrils and ultimately your heart.

"i'm so, so sorry, y/n," he admitted, already shaking from the shame he felt for being so rude to you. "you only wanted to help me. you were just being your usual, amazing self and i was pushing you away. i shouldn't have been so ru-"

"spence, it's okay," you said, gently tracing circles on his back. "you were upset from the case and i was pushing myself on you. don't worry about it," you consoled.

"no, it's not okay. regardless of how i was feeling i shouldn't have snapped at you like that," he admitted.

"then i forgive you for doing so, spence," you finally pulled back and looked at him.

tears were streaming down his face, so you brought your hand up to wipe them off of his cheekbones.

he took in your appearance as well, noticing the red mark on your face. he furrowed his brows at the sight as he began tracing the mark on your face softly.

"what happened?" he questioned concerned.

"i fell when i was running up the stairs to your place... no surprise there," you smiled softly, still looking into his beautiful, hazel eyes.

"oh..." he trailed off.

"so tell me what you were thinking about the case," you said, pulling back from his embrace and placing your hands in your lap.

"schizophrenia is a terrible disease, and we all know that. it's just the way the profile made it seem... it was like schizophrenia leads to someone killing. like everyone with schizophrenia was dangerous. my mom isn't dangerous, y/n. she's kind, and generous, and intelligent. she's not a monster like that profile made her seem," he finished the rant, tears still flowing from his face.

"we know she's not a monster, spence. who we were profiling couldn't control what he did because of his schizophrenia. he's not your mother. we weren't profiling your mother, and you know that, sweetie," you finished.

"i know that. i do... i just can't help it," he sniffled.

"honey, i know," you ran your hand through his hair and pulled him back into a hug. "i'm so sorry. i know you want to help her but you don't know how. but you should also know how amazing you are. your big, beautiful brain has more knowledge stored in there than the rest of the team combined," you giggled, the sound soothing spencer's ears. "just don't forget how much you've already accomplished," you finished, whispering the last sentence into his ear softly, sending goosebumps down his spine.

he pulled back one again and looked you in the eyes.

"y/n..." he trailed off.

"spencer..."

"i love you," you both said slowly, anticipating his reaction.

spencer grabbed your face and connected your lips softly. the gentleness of the kiss turned into one of passion. your hands flew to the back of his head, running through his curls firmly.

you tugged on his curls, a groan leaving him as you slowly entered you tongue in his mouth. he felt you smirk into the kiss at the entrance, one of his hands trailed down to your waist as the other remained on your jaw.

you pulled back slowly, keeping your eyes on the man you love, his eyes still closed.

he couldn't believe you actually loved him. you.

"i love you, y/n. more than you'll ever know..." he smiled as he pressed your foreheads together.

"so i take it you feel a bit better now?" you giggled.

he brought his hand up to move a stray strand of hair.

"mmm... i don't know. we might need to try that again. just to be sure," he suggested, placing another peck on your lips before you judged his shoulder back gently.

"yea yea, dr. reid. i'm sure that's why you want to kiss me again," you laughed.

"you caught me. i just wanted to kiss you again," he chuckled as you ran your hands through his hair.

"wanna spend the night? i've missed our cuddle sessions. OH! and we can watch doctor who!!" you exclaimed excitedly.

"i would love to," he accepted, trailing his hand up and down your side with a wide smile on his face.

you both made your way to your room and turned the tv on. you let spencer lay on your chest, his arms wrapped around your body snug as your arms were around his shoulders and in his hair, playing with it.

"y/n?" spencer asked as he moved his chin up to rest on your chest so he could look at you.

"mhmm, spence?" you answered.

"thank you for being there for me."

#spencer x reader #spencer x you #spencer reid #spence #spencer reid fluff #spencer fluff #comfort #first post

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havin-a-wee · 3 years

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Stars Align

pairing: harry styles x y/n

warnings: fluff, ig you could consider it angst but its really just mysterious

word count: 2k

hello! i apologize for kind of disappearing, my fic rec account has kind of blown up and ive been super busy with that.

this is my entry for @sweetlygolden 's Harry On Holiday Challenge! i chose strangers in the same city, and the line prompt “That is the worst sunburn I’ve ever seen.” i honestly already have a part 2 planned out but we'll see how it goes!

“How much longer are you going to stare at that pretending like it’s interesting.”

Her soft voice surprised him, and he whipped his head around to see who had been speaking to him.

For the first time in a while, Harry was able to get away for a little. Of course, he travels a lot for work, but this was the first vacation since he can remember where he was alone, doing whatever he pleases. He chose Italy for this special occasion, because it’s always been one of his favorite places, and he missed the freedom of wandering around the boot shaped country without a care in the world.

The day's adventures had brought him to La Galleria Nazionale d’Arte Moderna e Contemporanea, which is a museum that he's been wanting to see for quite some time. He started the day off by getting a cappuccino and a crespelle from a wonderful little cafe down the street from his hotel.

Right afterwards he walked to the museum, taking in the sights around him on the 20 minute trek to his destination. Before the woman behind him snatched his attention, he was staring at a painting of an abstract house. The house was only painted in blue, and the artist had used the different shades and tones of the color to create the details in the painting.

He had been staring at it for a good amount of time, which he assumed is what prompted the stranger to talk to him.

It’s his 3rd day on the trip, leaving him 4 more until he has to be back in L.A. for work. He has no plans, no schedules, no job to do. It’s just him and the world. At least, that’s what he assumed it would be. The vacation is supposed to be a solo one, however, he’s currently staring at a stranger that decided to speak to him. And for some reason, he is drawn to her. Compelled to spend time with her after just a simple sentence was spoken between the two of them.

When he fully turns around she jumped, a bit startled by his bright red complexion. “That is the worst sunburn I have ever seen!”

It was true, Harry had managed to get himself a nasty burn on the first day in Italy. He usually tans instead of getting a sunburn, but when you’re used to the dreary weather of the UK, it can be hard to forget how strong the sun is in other places.

So he had laid out on the beach and fell asleep, waking up a few hours later with tomato red skin and a burning sensation covering the exposed skin.

“That’s what happens when y’fall asleep on a beach in Rome,” he chuckled, smiling awkwardly at the woman before him.

She’s beautiful, there is absolutely no denying that. She was wearing a simple spaghetti-strap black dress that cut off right at the knee. There were no designs, no embellishments, just a black dress that hugged her figure perfectly. Her lips have a deep red lipstick smeared across them, and he couldn’t help but notice how the color complimented her skin tone. Her simple black pumps completed the outfit, and her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, with a few of the front strands falling out of the hair tie and framing her face.

“I’d assume so.” Her demeanor is serious, even though there's a smile on her face. She’s…..intimidating?

Harry hasn’t been intimidated by anything since he was a teenager. Once you perform in front of thousands of screaming people, who also happen to idolize you, things don’t tend to phase a person anymore.

But for some reason, her presence caused butterflies to fly around in his stomach, a feeling he hasn’t felt in a long time. He actually enjoyed the feeling, it reminded him of when everything was normal.

What also reminded him of normality was the fact that she seems to not have the slightest clue of who he is. If she does, she’s sure as hell good at hiding it.

“You’ve been looking at the same painting for 10 minutes, just wanted to make sure you hadn’t fallen asleep.” A small laugh escaped her lips, and the noise agitated the fluttering butterflies residing in his tummy. Her voice is mesmerizing, and she sounds like what Harry imagines an angel to sound like. She has an American accent, and it eased his nerves slightly that she was also a tourist.

He turned back to the painting to look at it, but it was also convenient in that she wouldn’t be able to see his undoubtedly flushed cheeks.

“Yeah m’not sure what it is ‘bout it but there’s somethin’ special with this one.”

“That’s Prismi lunari by Fortunato Depero, he was very talented.” Harry spun around once again to face her, shocked at her knowledge of the random artwork.

“You know that off of the top of your head?” He tilts his head and looks at her, furrowing his brows in confusion. He’s pretty sure there was no label for the painting, and if there was it was way too small for her to see from where she’s standing.

“I know a lot of things.”

The statement was simple, but Harry wondered if her words paired with the smirk on her face are code for something else. “How long have you been here?” Her question snapped him out of his thoughts, and he looked up at her and smiled. He flicks his wrist and directs his attention to it, reading the Gucci watch adorning his wrist.

“Well I got here at 11, so about 5 hours.” It honestly surprised him when he realized it was 4 o’clock, but he knows how wrapped up he gets in artwork so he must have lost track of time.

“Jesus christ! I can barely stand to walk around a museum for an hour!” She blows out a puff of air, mocking being out of breath. They both laugh at her comment, Harry laughing a bit harder than her. “What’s your name?”

“Oh! M’Harry, s’nice to meet you.” He stuck out his ring-clad hand, and her delicate fingers wrapped around his as she shook it.

“Well Harry, wanna get out of here and walk around with someone who knows the city?” She points at herself, and the small smile she gave him earlier transformed into a silly grin.

“Well m’not sure how well an American can know the city, but I’ll bite.” Usually he would never do this. Going off with strangers is never a good idea, especially because of his status. But there’s something about the girl that makes Harry feel safe. They had just met yet he feels like he could trust her with things he hasn’t even told his best friends.

“An American who’s been living here for a year, that is.” His eyebrows raise slightly, intrigued by her new admission. But before he can even open his mouth to speak, she grabs his wrist with her daintily manicured hand and whisks him out of the quiet museum.

The air was humid, quickly drawing beads of sweat from his forehead. He’s also quite baffled at how she was completely unphased. Not a single drop of sweat was dripping on her body, her soft skin untouched like an old porcelain doll, preserved for years in perfect condition.

“I’ll show you around a little, we can go to this wonderful little vintage store I know.” She had turned to face him, her hand moving from his wrist to cup his one hand in both of hers. “Um- at least, if you want to.” For the first time, she was nervous. Although she will never admit it, Harry makes her extremely nervous. Extremely.

When he turned around when they first met, her jump of surprise wasn’t just because of his bright sunburn. In fact, it wasn’t about that at all. It was about how fucking attractive he is. He really looks like one of the statues that was put up in the museum. His sparkling green eyes send a shiver down her spine, and the tattoos peaking through his thin white t-shirt cause a fire to build in her stomach.

Having someone to talk too while he traversed the streets of Rome is a lot more enjoyable than Harry had anticipated. He purposefully told all of his friends that he was going to be MIA while on this trip. But the fact that she is a stranger changes it in some way, in a good way.

The cobblestone streets are surprisingly smooth, and they walk next to each other in a comfortable silence for a long amount of time. The silence would only break when she would point out something in their field of vision. At one point, Harry pauses, standing still in the middle of the street with a thinking look on his face. He realizes that he doesn’t know her name, which seems ridiculous to him because they were walking around a foreign country like the best of friends. She turns to him, matching his confused look when they lock eyes. “I just realized I don’t know y’name.”

Instead of reacting like he would expect one to react when asked that question, her pupils dilated and for some reason she appears to be scared. Why would someone be scared when you ask for their name?

‘Maybe she thinks her name is embarrassing’ Harry thought, still looking at her with a confused look, but now it was laced with a bit of suspicion.

He watches her sigh, and her hand went up to her ponytail and pulled the black elastic out, her soft hair cascading down her shoulders. With another sigh she said, “Y/N. My names Y/N.”

“That’s a really beautiful name.”

“Oh! There’s the store!”

He found it odd that she was so eager to switch the subject, but goes along with it nonetheless.

The vintage store is lovely, and Harry was able to find a beautiful ring and necklace set, matching gold roses on both of them. They looked around the shop for about 15 minutes, Harry being the only one to make a purchase.

The sun had set by the time they went outside, which isn’t surprising considering that it was almost dark when they walked into the little shop. They stood, facing each other outside of this small little shop in Rome. Two strangers, who just happened to cross each other's path. Harry knows this won’t last forever, and he also knows that he wants to see her again. In a leap of faith, he pulls the gold necklace out of the small brown bag and looks up at her.

“Here, I got them so we could match.” It was bold, but Harry feels connected to this girl, and he doesn’t know it, but she feels the exact same. The smile she gave him when he handed her the necklace was bright and genuine, the creases next to her eyes proving its authenticity. He motioned for her to turn around, wrapping the necklace around her neck and clasping it while she held up her hair.

“Thank you Harry. This is the best day I’ve had in a while.”

“Likewise.”

“I hate to do this, but I have to go. Have a wonderful rest of your trip Harry.”

It was then that she placed a small, tender peck on his lips, barely lingering for a second before pulling away.

“Wait! Can I get y’number?” Her smile slanted into a smirk, and she pulled a small card and a pen out of her small black clutch. She placed the card up against the brick wall, leaning it against it and scribbling something down on the paper. When she finished writing, she pressed her lips against the card, handing it to Harry.

He looked down at it, expecting to see a series of numbers, but he was met with a simple note, scribbled on the piece of cardstock next to the red lip print she had left.

May the stars align in our favor once again. - Y/N

He looked up frantically, planning to ask her to write her number down as well, but he was met with nothing.

She had disappeared into the night, leaving as quickly as she appeared earlier that day.

#HarryOnHoliday #harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic rec #harry styles fic #harry styles writing #harry styles one shot

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akistans · 3 years

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✰yandere Enhypen.

Hyung line x reader.

Warnings: stalking, Yandere themes, reference to suicidal thoughts, possessiveness, obsession, arranged marriage(ig), death, kidnapping, Jake gives you a hickey, DARK THEMES AHEAD.

This does not represent Enhypen in any way or shape, this is purely fiction. I also don’t support abusive relationships, please seek help if you or a loved one are in that situation.

Requested!

✰ Lee Heeseung.

Play with your Heartstrings.

What started off as romantic quickly became overbearing. Not a single second wasn’t spent with Heeseung by your side, he was just so innocent in your eyes, you didn’t realize how possessive he really was. You didn’t see it as much of a problem until your friends and family started contacting you saying that you blocked their old numbers months ago.

And weirdest part of it all, you don’t recall, if even a reason why, blocking their numbers. You decided to confront him by saying you two needed a break. But Heeseung would always be two steps ahead of you.

“You want a break...? Why? Am i not a good boyfriend? I knew it, maybe i should just disappear, what good am i?” He guilt trips you, which you instantly fall for.

“You-you’ll stay? Really! You’re not like the others Yn! I love you so much!” He brings you into an almost painful hug, smirking to himself at how gullible you are. And little do you know, that would be the last time you’re heard from.

✰ Park Jay.

Infatuation love.

From the moment Jay laid eyes on you in pre school, your fate was already destined. He had to have you, he saved himself just for you. Countless rejections and meaningless names that went with them. He wanted you to be his first everything when came to a relationship.

And of course you were going to save yourself for him as well. The thought of another person having you would make him lose it. So he started rumors about you making sure no one ever looked your way. And if someone as dared to even make conversation with you, they’d be leaving the city in a body bag. When you two came of age, he went to your parents, requesting your hand in marriage.

Jay comes from a very wealthy and influential family, so something like this was practically similar to winning the lottery, your parents couldn’t pas this up. When you heard of the news, you were shocked to see even your own parents sold you out. So you decided to leave the city. Before you could even step a foot out, Jay and his men were already at your door.

“Ah-i see you already packed your bags, i see no need why. I can just buy you new things, it’s been my dream to go shopping with you! How bout we do that during our honeymoon?”

✰ Sim Jake.

Your one and only.

Jake hated your guts, but don’t worry, the feeling was mutual. He hated how you rejected his advances, and you hated that he even had the audacity. He was known as the school flirt, so of course you didn’t want anything to do with him, you were more focused on your studies anyway.

In all honesty, although you were annoying as hell, he liked this little “game” going on between you two. He liked how you provided a little more challenge, he wanted that feeling all to himself.

One day he saw one of his good friends flirting with you and you were just eating it up. His final breaking point was when you caressed his friends arm and stepped closer to him. Something snapped, Jake lost it, and came up to you two. He pinned you against the locker and roughly brought you in for a kiss. His friend got the message and left. You tried your best to pull him off but he wouldn’t let up.

“You think i liked seeing you get all gushy with him just now? Wow. You’re incredibly stupid. But dont worry though, i’ll make sure everyone knows your taken.” He managed to suck an eye catching purple spot onto your collarbone and walked into class with his arm around your waist.

“Maybe this will teach you a lesson.”

✰ Park Sunghoon.

Beneath the mask.

So cute. You were just so cute and easy for the taking. A serial killer appeared in your neighborhood about a year ago, No one knew a single thing about said killer, except that he specifically targeted your university. And might i add, your local police department is doing an “excellent job” in tracking him down.

One thing was clear though, the victim’s bodies would be found weeks later. He left no evidence whatsoever. One day, you started to feel a dark presence around you, as if you were being watched. This carried on for a whole month, you lived far away from home so you couldn’t seek comfort from your family, your friends started to think you were crazy, and the police said they couldn’t help you. Yes, the police said that.

You overslept at the library one day and missed your bus, forcing you to walk home. And that was the fateful day, you were snatched off the street by a masked man. You tried your best to escape, but it was hopless, you begged in tears and asked him who was he. The boy lifted the hoodie and mask off him to reveal a handsome face.

“I’m your new boyfriend, lover, honey, whatever you want to call it, at least until i get bored and decide your no longer worth the trouble. But since you’re so cute, i may just bend the rules this once.” He help up his index finger with a mischievous smile, pinching your cheek as if you were some baby before dragging you away.

By next week Your missing posters would be around town.

Authors note: This honestly turned out darker than i expected;-; I really had some amazing concepts for the hyung lines and it was so hard to say everything for each of them at once so i may elaborate further on each member specifically in the future. I’ll probably do a maknae one in the near future.

But i hope you all enjoyed !

#Sunghoon gives off Sangwoo vibes #but were not gonna talk about that;-;#enhypen scenarios #enhypen jay #kpop #enhypen #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen angst #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jake #yandere kpop #yandere enhypen

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justcourttee · 4 years

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I love your sibling Jasonette so much!! If you don't mind, could you do Marinette's first meeting with the rest of the Batfam? Also, this is probably a stupid question but are the rest of the sibling Jasonette stories connected?

Not a stupid question at all! I wrote them so that if you read all of them, there are parallels so that they could be connected, but if people didn’t want to read all of them, they could also stand on their own :)

I also NEVER mind writing more sibling Jasonette ;) Hope you enjoy! @moonlitjiminie

Family Game Night

“What if they don’t like me?”

Jason stopped in his tracks, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Is that even a real question that you’re asking me? I’m honestly offended right now that you would even think they had an option to not like you.”

He dramatically placed his hand over his heart as if her words had fatally wounded him earning a small giggle from the girl. Slinging his arm over her shoulder, she managed to breathe a small sigh of relief as they made their way up the long staircase.

Jason didn’t even bother knocking as he threw open the manor doors, effectively dragging her in with him.

“Master Jason, what a pleasure to see you attend family game night and with a guest in tow, how lovely.”

An older man stood in the foyer, his sly smile warming Marinette to the core instantly. Jason narrowed his eyes playfully at the man, a sly smile of his own tugging at his lips.

“Marinette, let me introduce you to the only sane person in this household. Mr. Alfred Pennyworth. He likes to pretend he’s just a humble butler, but we all know that he secretly runs the whole thing around here.”

Alfred bowed deeply to Marinette to which she could only curtsey in return.

“It’s a pleasure, sir. I am sorry for invading your family time. I was under the impression that my presence was a known factor tonight.” Her narrowed eyes shot to Jason who simply shrugged, his smirk as arrogant as ever.

“Nonsense, a friend of Master Jason is a friend to all. You are by far the most pleasant friend he has brought to this event.”

Marinette almost wanted to ask about the context of his remark, but something in her gut told her she really didn’t want to know.

“Please, follow me to the sitting room. The rest of the family has already arrived.”

They walked in a comfortable silence down the hall, Marinette nerves slightly frayed now knowing that nobody expected her appearance. Alfred pushed open two oak doors, revealing a brightly lit room filled with many laughing faces. When Jason said he had a lot of siblings, Marinette thought two or three. Nothing could have prepared her for this.

“Oh my god, Jason brought home a girl!”

Instantly all sounds in the room paused as many heads turned their attention to where Marinette stood in the doorway. Hesitantly, she raised her hand in greeting, a sheepish smile gracing her face.

“Everyone, this is Marinette, the legendary designer MDC, and my sister. She’s flown all the way from Paris to meet you losers for some reason so be nice.”

Marinette mumbled a quiet hello as a few smiles broke through the room welcoming her. Instantly, a blonde girl jumped up to drag her back to where she was previously sitting, ignoring Jason’s protests.

“You just have to play on my team tonight! Are you any good at Pictionary? I mean I’m not great, but I can say with utmost confidence that I can beat most of the people in this room.”

“That’s not true!” Marinette’s attention was split as one of the men started an argument with her as to who was the better pictionary-ist. She didn’t even notice when Jason had sat beside her, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

“The rude blonde is Stephanie Brown. She’s Timmy boys girlfriend, who would be the dead zombie looking kid over there.”

Marinette’s gaze followed to where Jason pointed, a small giggle escaping at his accurate description. The poor boy looked like he hasn’t gotten a good night's sleep a single day in his life.

“The rude boy arguing with Stephanie would be Dick. He practically rivals your optimism except his happy go lucky actually disgusts me.”

The man paused from his argument, a horrified expression on his face.

“I like to think my optimism is a blessing.”

That earned a collective groan from the room to which he simply crossed his arms into a pout.

“Anyways, continuing, the redhead is Barbara Gordon-Grayson who unfortunately has trapped herself in the position of Dick’s wife. A tragedy really for such a beautiful woman, I mean she could’ve had me and instead she chose him? The world just isn’t right.”

Another protest came from Dick’s direction as he turned his pout into Barbara’s outstretched arms as her attempt to not laugh failed miserably.

“The one staring you down while trying to pretend he’s not interested at the same time would be your future husband Damian.”

Marinette felt her entire face flush red as she reached back slapping Jason in the stomach as hard as he could.

“Todd, I do not appreciate harassing this young woman. You are beneath her in status and beauty therefore you should not be allowed to get off with this insult to her self so easily.”

Damian stood from his spot, careful not to make eye contact with Marinette as he sped past her toward the room’s only exit. She wanted to call out and ask him to stay, but the pink on his cheeks caused her to pause. He probably was just as embarrassed as her and just needed some time to breathe.

“Jason, that was mean! Look at how flustered you made him!”

Jason simply laughed as he reached over to ruffle her hair.

“Trust me, he never gets ‘flustered’ that was all you.”

For the second time that night, Marinette felt her face flush.

“He’s right you know!” Her eyes turned back to the blonde from earlier who stared her down with a playful expression in her eyes. “Demon spawn definitely has a crush on you.”

The rest of the family took turns picking at her, taking jabs until she was sure there wasn’t one part of her that wasn’t bloodshot red.

“Alright, alright, give the girl some space. We want her to return eventually!”

Marinette smiled gratefully toward the dark-haired man.

“After all, I need to get to know my future daughter-in-law.”

She instantly regretted her friendly gesture as the room exploded once more, smiles and laughter filling the room. Why exactly had she let Jason talk her into this?

“Okay, okay, really though guys. It’s game night! Time to pick team captains.”

Stephanie’s devilish smile sent shivers through Marinette’s spine. It was purely chaotic, reminding her of another blonde that she had left behind.

“I vote Marinette and Jason, the ultimate sibling showdown!” Dick puffed out his chest as his voice mimicked what sounded suspiciously like a wrestling ref that her father loved to watch.

“I’m down, how about you princess?”

Marinette bit her lip as her eyes glanced around the room at their waiting faces. Her eyes caught sight of one brooding face that she couldn’t seem to pass by. He also seemed to be waiting, his eyes nervously glancing from her position to the door as if he might bolt at any moment.

“It’s game on Todd.”

They shook their hands defiantly, both wearing dangerous smirks. Maybe she could salvage her pride tonight; not just hers’ but Damian’s as well. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

“Ladies first.”

Marinette and Jason stood on opposite sides of the room, both watching each other with an intense look that came from their competitive natures. She scanned the eager faces of his family thoughtfully. She had no idea what any of them were good at, but she wanted to maintain appearance for the psych of it.

“Damian.”

Everybody broke out into smirks as they shared knowing looks. She didn’t bother to pay them any mind as the pink-cheeked boy rose to stand with her.

“Wrong move princess, demon spawn hates game night more than he likes to win. My first choice? Stephanie.”

The girl pumped her fist in the air as she joined Jason on his side. Marinette leaned toward where Damian stood, hiding half her face behind her hand.

“Time to strategize, who is my best bet?”

Damian stared at her with a bewildered expression.

“C’mon beau garçon, I need your help if we’re gonna kick Jason’s ass.”

He nodded slowly as if that were a perfectly reasonable excuse to kick into gear.

“Grayson is the leading contender if you wish to win tonight.”

Marinette nodded as she motioned for Dick to join them as well. Jason raised an eyebrow at her as he called over Tim, challenging her to pick from the remaining two.

“Okay Damian, Barbara or Bruce.”

He didn't bother responding as he pointed at his father, leaving the redhead to Jason’s team.

It was five hours of intense games, Alfred keeping score as an unaffiliated third party,( after all, they had all agreed that he was the fairest way to keep the games moving.) They all sat in anticipation while he tallied the scores. She couldn’t seem to calm her nerves as she stared at Jason’s cocky smirk.

Marinette felt a warmth brush by her kneecap. Instantly her head snapped to where a hand rested before her gaze reached back up to his face, a light red dusting across her cheeks. Immediately his hand retracted.

“I’m sorry if that was inappropriate, your knee was just bouncing anxiously from the corner of my eye and it was a slight bother.”

Marinette muttered out a small sorry before they both broke their gaze, the blush evident on both of their cheeks.

“And with a final score of 5-4, the winning team is… Miss Marinette!”

Her whole team jumped from the couch in excitement. Without thinking, she threw her arms around Damian’s neck. Realization crossed her face as she quickly retracted her hug, her entire face as red as could be. God, she hadn’t been this much of a blushing mess since she was thirteen.

They all chatted idly for a few minutes before Jason finally intercepted, insisting he had to get her back to her apartment before it got too late. The whole family waved her goodbye, minus one red-faced teen who instead handed her a small piece of paper as discreetly as he could, ignoring the taunts from his family behind his back.

As they drove back to her apartment, Marinette couldn’t hold her excitement anymore.

“I don’t know why you were warning me so much, I think I’m in love with your family Jason.”

His familiar smirk sat on his face as he turned into the apartment’s lot.

“I told you they were going to love you, and what do you know? I didn’t even have to give Damian your number, you two worked it out on your own. I truly believe they are planning out your wedding right now.”

Marinette shook her head as she reached over the console to hug Jason tightly before stepping out of the car. She wanted to deny accusations of what happened tonight, but she knew it would just fuel his picking.

Besides, even she couldn’t deny that she was excited for the next family game night and if she saw a certain Wayne there, well, that really wouldn’t be so bad.

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gh0stbra1nz · 3 years

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my thoughts on aadsig ep 11 + overall

this episode was probably one of my favourites. the growth and the handling of emotions were done so well and everyone’s story has actually already reached a satisfying ending, even if it’s only the penultimate episode. genuinely one of the best concluded dramas － no loose ends, no character forgotten and no change too abrupt. as always the show hit very close to home, what with the father claiming that everyone looks down on him and the violent rage that follows (though when we’d told our father he’s delusional we ended up very differently from jun lol), with his reaction to being exposed (mine was only threatened once with a call to the police but the way the father in the drama handled it was so similar it struck me).

jun’s growth is possibly the most satisfying, realistic and relatable for me. it was hard for him to stand up for himself and even harder to truly cut himself off from the pain that had made home in him for years, because at that point it really is a part of you and feels as though it shaped you into who you’ve become － it’s as though without it you are less than the nothing you already were. it’s something i still struggle with regarding this particular part of my life and seeing jun going through it was emotional, to say the least.

the friendship in this show! i genuinely love how they portray relationships of all types. though the drama in itself wasn’t spectacular i do think the writing for each character’s personality and how they interact with one another was done really well.

in the end however the relationship between sobin and jun still feels incredibly dry romantically to me. their interactions just come off as friendly in my eyes and their playful flirting as awkward. i genuinely cannot see them as a couple and don’t think i ever will － and not solely because they wrote such a perfect relationship between soohyun and jun. frankly, sobin and jun just don’t click to me, at least.

on the other hand, soohyun and jun. i’ve talked a fair bit about why i love their dynamic and why i truly believe that they should have ended up together. honestly, throughout the majority of the show it felt as though the director and writer wanted to portray them as love interests for each other (or just, y’know, the usual queerbaiting stuff ig). the way scenes were cut/shot, the lingering stares, the subtle and not-so-subtle acts of affection and emphasis on their every interaction － loosely speaking, they were the two characters who interacted the most in the whole show, so obviously they would feel to have the most chemistry and sound base for a relationship; because they’ve grown accustomed to one another, they’ve grown attached to one another, they’ve become so comfortable that jun opens up to soohyun about something as personal as his abuse, whilst sobin mostly keeps her emotional (and literal, at times when the presence of both was needed even, which i found questionable on her part as jun’s supposed partner) distance from jun, both of her own volition and the latter’s.

it was so interesting to see how soohyun and jun balanced each other out and what was incredibly validating of this was in today’s episode, when they were sitting on that bench and directly saying how they couldn’t imagine not having met each other. it’s come to the point that they truly can’t be without the other and whilst jun and sobin talk about missing each other a lot etc, it’s almost never shown, which makes it harder for me as a viewer to believe it when jun and hyun actually show their need for closeness and a genuine interest in the other.

in the end, sobin felt more like a buffer of sorts to keep things heteronormative because － and i mean this objectively － her role in the story and growth of the characters was quite literally non-existent. her character brought about minimal change for that of a main which solidifies the idea in my mind that she was there to keep things straight and that’s it. if we were to imagine the show without her, honestly not much changes? there are no effects on jun or hyun who are fellow mains － actually, even just skipping her existing scenes when watching the show is enough to give base to my opinion on her writing. even if soohyun and jun wouldn’t be canonically paired up in the end in a version without her, their interactions and dynamic are so layered with romanticism that it’d be an unavoidable thought in the viewer’s mind and an inevitable conclusion that they do, at least, feel something for each other. the second official version of the show's poster wouldn't help either. sobin felt very much to be there merely to put some distance between canon and this idea.

this is not to shit on sobin but rather how she was written. initially i was interested in her story and how it would entangle with the others, but half way through or so she reached a peak and fell flat, no longer having the mystery of her full story to carry her left her character with no purpose and to serve only as a filler. if they had to write her as jun’s partner i wish they’d put more thought and effort into how the two, and particularly she, behaved with who she supposedly loved, because whilst once we learned all of hyun’s story his presence remained fundemental to the plot and jun’s character － not to mention he himself keeps changing for the better － sobin doesn’t carry any weight in the storyline, nor does she affect the characters or continue her road to growing. in all, it seemed as though her character － of the three mains － was the one that underwent the least transformation.

as for soohyun, i know nothing about the manhwa except for the fact that he’s the gay character in it. in the drama, so far, unless they decide to abruptly shove miju or youngran (?) in his face and we dismiss that brief scene of him putting his finger down when asked if he liked one of the girls, he has actually never truly shown romantic interest in anyone (besides jun but that’s my opinion lmao). even if they erased his sexuality (despite the fact that this show was going for the air of progression and being true to one’s self) they at least － so far － haven’t forced him with a woman which is something small to appreciate (the bar is low).

in the end i’m happy i was queerbaited into watching this drama because, whilst not perfect, it resonated with me a lot and both hyun and jun have come to mean a lot to me as characters. it was realistic and respectful in portraying trauma and mental health issues which i really appreciated.

#at a distance spring is green #anyway it ends tomorrow so hopefully not too much happens that invalidates this post/my opinion/feelings regarding the show/characters #i hope nobody takes my opinion about sobin and subsequently her relationship with jun personally or as from someone who wanted to see the #guys together just because theyd be gay #but rather the opinion of someone wh just couldn't grasp their two personalities/characters being together romantically given the #source media #long post #im sorry #until the end i'm being an annoying presence in this tag lmao #now imagine if i knew how to gif.... i would have driven yall mad #k.txt

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