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mytalemyworld · 15 days

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Usually when a tv couple is ruined, the butchering keeps going. Like, there's a point you can see where everything goes wrong and is never back on track.

As for Asi & Alaz, they give us a scene that's complete nonsense then give us another scene that's in character and so deep.

This inconsistency is drving me mad. Because they could write but choose not to. And this seriously doesn't make sense. I mean, maybe there's one writer in their team who completely has a different writing style and when it's his/her turn, we get meaningful scenes. This might explain this puzzle. I don't know, I want to understand what's going on.

Like this scene…

I surely think whoever wrote this couldn't have written the rooftop scene or the bar scene. This is so layered, so deep, so aching.

Asi: Alaz, where are you? Where did you hide yourself? Alaz: I am here. Asi: This is not you.

The difference between Neslihan and Asi, while one of them has no idea how to help him out, the other one is already one more step ahead of him. His mother's words never touch his heart because it's lacking, it always comes from a mother's naturally worried heart but it's never fulfilling because aforementioned mother already missed his whole childhood, teenager years and never really sees what he needs. But Asi's words rock his world, his conscience and touch his wounds. Because she knows who he is and what he needs.

Alaz: Don't have any hopes about me. Asi: I don't. I know we're not lovers anymore. You aren't a man whom one could become lovers with. It's over. That's not the point. I can live without you. I lived without a father and mother. Being without you won't kill me. Don't worry. But I won't let you go anywhere until you throw the poison inside of you out. I won't watch you being miserable like this. Do you understand me? Did you hear me? Alaz: You want me to poison you too then. Forget it. You can't handle it. Even I can't handle it. I am in a purgatory. I am fighting but can't get myself out of it no matter what I do. Asi: You don't have to fight alone. Hold my hand and let's get out of this war, this purgatory. Then you can let go of my hand. Alaz: If I hold it, I won't be able ot let go of it. Asi: Okay, I promise that I will. Just get out of that pit.

Neslihan was right about one thing. Asi is the biggest chance/luck for him.

This totally makes sense. This gives us a reason, and better, in a metaphorical way, finally he tells what he fears: Ruining her too.

But seeing him like this already destroys her. Even though she states this is just like a worry for his well being, she still says "let's get out of this war together". Because as long as she loves him, this is what she feels like: Being in the middle of that war with him. Whatever he feels, she feels the same.

She really can live without him but it'd make her feel as if she lost another family member. She is a survivor but at what cost?

He confesses her Çağla was the reason Rüya died.

He is like…now the bomb is in your hands, will you pull the pin and destroy my family, destroy my bond with my brother? Or will you really keep holding my hand, be by my side even though that means you will betray Yaman? Because he warned her about this: If she holds out her hand, he will want more, he will expect more. He is that helpless and he hates himself that much.

He's scared that he will see disappointment and hate in her eyes and she will be burdened. That's why he made sure that she would stay away from him. He didn't want her to make that choice. See, they could give us only these, not the rooftop scene or the bar scene. This itself would make them miserable enough. This is such a deep conflict that's why I don't want to believe that this writer team is the same one that wrote the bar scene. Whoever wrote this knows these characters.

Hating him… He has a sick way of thinking… Showing her himself as someone who betrays Yaman is more harmful than making her believe that he doesn't love her….to him this makes sense. I mean, he clearly said he would never look at Asi's face anymore, it's like he wanted to be that kind of person so she would reject him no matter how he selfishly wanted to go to her door.

Still, the bar scene was out of character. Or the way it was written maybe. There is no need to be that extreme.

They're really giving us delicious conflicts but we all know how they are solved in the end. So, I don't expect anything from this.

#yabani #asi x alaz

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ohdudedhesflirting · 10 months

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Hold onto me

Pairing: gn!reader x Kim Tae Rae

Genre : angst and bittersweet

Warnings : fear of growing up, yn is anxious

Notes : This is just to show you all I am still alive. Life is not easy those days but I am trying lol. Take care of yourselves <3 (I have not forgotten the requests)

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Today was one of those days when you didn't have the strength to do anything.

It was Saturday and it could have been a nice day to rest and just enjoy the moment but your day was preoccupied by everything but relaxing.

It was your last year at university and inevitably your mind was wandering off everywhere : what would happen to you ? Would you be accepted to do your upperstudies ? Where would you go ?

And what about your friends ? You knew that right now you were friends, having good moments together and being able to see each other daily because of your classes but what would happen when all of you would go your separate ways ?

Slowly grumbling and facing the TV your whole body was showing the bad state you were in.

Next to you was your boyfriend, Tae Rae, he could not ignore the state you were in. Normally you would be jumping around excitedly and proposing activities to do together, but today there was nothing. No sounds. No movements. Just grumbling and looking sad.

Not able to stand it anymore, the man shifted his attention to you and exerced a bit of pressure on your hand. Trying to get your attention.

"Babe ..?"

Looking up to your boyfriend you questioned him with your eyes

"I don't really know what is going on right now and if don't want to talk about it ots alright, just know that I am here for you, always."

Slowly nodding your head, you looked at his starry eyes.

You remembered the first time you had seen him and how dreamy he looked. Fluffy hair and glasses on. Each time he looked at you it seemed like all the stars in the whole world were in his eyes.

Getting closer to him, you rested your head on his shoulder.

"They are not happy stuff"

Leaving a little laugh out of his lips, Tae Rae held your hand even tighter in his, reassuring you he did not mind.

"I'm feeling overwhelmed. Soon it will be the end, university, our youth, time is just going so fast and I feel like I can't stop it."

"It is not because university will be over that our youth will be, we are still young. We still have time. Plenty of time"

"It doesn't feel like it. Soon all of us, my friends, your friends, will go their own way, and what if we don't see them anymore ? What if the day we can finally see them we realise that they are not the people we used to know and we can't be friends anymore"

Shifting his position to look down at you, Tae Rae slowly circled with his thumb on your hand, trying to appease you.

"It is not because people go their own way that it means they are going to be separated. We can keep up with each other and see each other during our free time. Loving someone is accepting to let them go sometimes."

"But I don't want to let them go"

"Then hold onto them. Your bond with each of your friends is unique and I am sure they treasure it as much as you do. You cannot control tomorrow but you can control today, and truly enjoy every second you have with them. Maybe you will stay friends, maybe you will not, but the memories you made with them will stay. Only the happy memories will"

Feeling even sadder, you engulfed yourself even more in his arms. Why did growing up meant letting go? You knew all that, treasuring every moment, every laugh but a part of you was still scared for tomorrow.

"Besides you don't only have them. You have me. Kim Tae Rae. I will be by your side, for a very long time and I will keep you safe, I will keep you happy so when times get hard just hold onto me. Hold onto me and never let me go, because I know that I won't let you go"

Looking up at you boyfriend starry eyes you wondered if what he said was the truth. You wanted to believe it, to believe him.

In your hard time he had always been there and he would keep being there. You just had to have faith and hold onto him.

Taglist : @jiaant11 + @haechan-nahceah

#kim taerae #kim tae rae angst #kim tae rae imagine #kim tae rae fanfiction #kim tae rae x reader #zb1 #zerobaseone #zerobaseone fanfic #zerobaseone imagine

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cutelittleriot · 5 months

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I decided to name this after what I named It on Ao3

Return to origin

Chapter 7

For the second time since his transformation began he was able to wake up on his own. No pain whatsoever and he is grateful ror that since the horrors he had endured yesterday. He just hopes it isn't going to get any worse.

Stretching he gets up and grabs his robe,thankfully he wore pants to bed last night. He usually doesn't wear pants around his bunker as it's his personal safe space but even he knows to put on pants when there is company around, ESPECIALLY if it's Poppy.

Careful to not wake her up he quietly tries to get out of bed when a strange sensation occurs at the bottom of his feet and toes. It feels similar to.... "You've got to be joking" He whispers out loud. There beginning to grow on his feet and toes were the beginning of pawpads.

Wait something just clicked in his mind 'How can I see this clearly in the dark?' He mentally asks himself. Taking a look around and is shocked to see that he can see perfectly fine in the dark and can navigate around like ot was nothing. 'Ok now this is getting weird,I now have nightvision for crying out loud!' He mentally yells. Deciding to ignore this for now he directs his attention back to his feet.

'How am I going to walk around with these?! What does it even feel like?' He mentally questions himself before carefully placing a foot onto the ground. Luckily he wasn't rewarded with pain it just feels a bit weird sort of like wearing shoes only he can actually sort of still feel the ground beneath him. It won't affect his walking so that's all that matters right now.

Quietly as he can he manages to leave his room and close the door behind him as to not wake up Poppy. Putting on his robe he begins to head to the kitchen to make some breakfast for him and Poppy along with his morning coffee. He decides some cereal would be fine for him and he decides to make some pancakes later for Poppy as he knows of her love for sweet stuff.

For now he enjoys the bliss silence of morning while sipping his coffee and eating his cereal. He soon finishes and wait for Poppy to wake up before deciding to make anything. He takes this time to look over himself again.

"So much of me has changed" He says looking over his grey paws. "Will I even be recognizable once it's over?" He asks himself as his ears lower in sadness. He flexes his claws out again and takes another look at them. He is only able to look at them for a few minutes before retracting them as he couldn't stand to look at them any longer,they jsut remind him that he isn't the same anymore and never will be.

Now that it's brighter in this part of the bunker he decides to take a better look at his feet. Even if he could see fine in the dark that doesn't mean he could see colors in the dark and all that. There on his toes and foot are the beginning of pawpads just like what was happening to his fingers.

This new part of the transformation also makes him realize something. 'Ah sugar that probably means I'm gonna grow claws on my feet too. That is going to hurt alot AGAIN!' He screams to himself mentally as he holds his face with his paws as he isn't looking forward to it at all tomorrow if it's going by pawpads than claws.

"Of course I'm going to have claws on my feet probably good for climbing and you can't just have one set of claws on your hands that's not how biology works with animals with claws" He mutters to himself angrily.

He knows he should be happy that today for both him and Poppy it should be a easy day with no painful part of the transformation but still. He needs something to do but he has no idea what to do today after making Poppy her pancakes. She obviously can't leave cause transformation and the queenly leave excuse.

Knowing her she is going to find something to do she usually always has something to do. He looks at his claws again 'Hmm maybe I can do something for these?' He contplimates to himself as he begins to think of ideas for his new claws as he doesn't want to accidentally scratch anyone even though he highly doubts he will,as he always says it's always good to be prepared.

He has a few ideas in mind maybe he can make some gloves? He isn't a big fan of gloves cause they feel weird on his hands and only wears them when he absolutely has to. There is also the possibility of clipping his claws. He will probably have to anyways over time when they get too long. Isn't there something other animals with claws do to help wear them down?

Oh right scratching stuff that usually wears them down. Well he doesn't exactly have anything he can scratch on at the moment that won't either damage said thing he scratches or hurt him cause it's too hard to scratch and end up damaging his claws.

Sighing he knows what he has to do...he has to go outside again. He doesn't want to but he wants something to scratch on for his own peace of mind and well becuase he actually does want to scratch something.

"Stupid instincts and stupid curiosity" He grumbles as he leaves his bunker. He doesn't need to go far he just needs some tree bark and twigs and he is good to go. He isn't out for long maybe 20 minutes before he is back ready to leave when he decides to do the thing he has been wanting to do.

"I hate that I'm actually doing this" He grumbles as he unsheaths his claws and begins to scratch on the closest tree to see what he could actually do with these new claws. Surprisingly it didn't feel as bad as he thought it actually felt pretty good to scratch at something. It was sort of a stress reliever for him.

He continues to scratch for a few minutes before stopping and seeing just how much damage he did and let's out a low whistle. It was more damage than what he could normally do without any of his weapons on him so that's a plus. The scratch marks weren't too deep barely a centimeter but still that's better than what he could do before he had claws.

Satisfied with his work he sheaths his claws and heads back down his bunker and begins to start working on a homemade scratching board when his ears twitch and he can hear Poppy munching on some cereal.

Going into the kitchen he sees her happily eating away and just as he thought she was growing pawpads just like he was. Her's were a more vibrant hue similar to her hair color only a bit darker. It seems the transformation goes in a specific order so it isn't completely random so that's always a good thing. Bad thing is that she is gonna grow claws tomorrow and that's not going to be fun especially if he is going to also be growing more.

"Oh hey Branch! Uhm what's with the tree bark and twigs? Ya making something?" She asks curious. "Yeah I'm making some scratching boards one for each of us to use." He says going to get some crafting supplies. "Uh why do we need them? I mean I know we are gonna grow claws and all but I don't really see the purpose of these?" She asks him not seeing the point.

"Well it's to help wear down our claws is all so they won't get too long and well scratching at something is also a good stress reliever. Take it from me I felt better after scratching at a tree outside" He explains heading over to his work bench where he does all his projects.

"Ooooh ok, well good news I already know what I plan on doing today" Poppy says grinning. "Oh really what?" He humors her.

"I'm gonna make a scrapbook of our transformations!" She says excited but that stops Branch in his tracks "What?why? Who would want to look at a scrapbook where our teeth fall out very painfully and bloody by the way and where claws have ripped out of my hands?!" Branch really does want to know what goes through his girlfriends mind at times when she comes up with this stuff.

"Well I wouldn't add all that detail I would obviously make it friendly or at least not as graphic" She explains and he just sighs. Poppy is good at scrapbooking and if she can make a book about the history of the Bergans from when they ate trolls for crying out loud not too bad that she even reads it to kids safe than he will trust her judgment.

"Alright if you say so. Will you still be able to scrapbook with those though?" He asks referring to her pawpads and transforming fingers. "Yep this is also so I can get used to these so I can get two things done at once!" She says ever the optimist. "By the way these look so cute and it honestly kind of tickles with how they are growing in" She says giggling as she touches a pawpad.

'Tickles?!' Branchs brain can't comprehend how growing pawpads be ticklish. Then again he has perceived touch and sensations differently so who was he to judge? At least she is enjoying herself and that all that matters.

"Well I'm off to scrapbook, if you need me I will be nearby" She says before walking off leaving him to his own devices. Taking a seat at his workbench he takes out his tod and cracks his fingers "Alright time to see if I can still make stuff as good as I could before with these paws" He says hoping to be the case as he begins to get to work.

After a few hours it seems to be the case as there are 2 completed scratching mats in front of him. Sure he had to accommodate his fingers new shape and size but it wasn't as bad as he thought. He could still move them just like he could before with no complications.

Wiping some sweat off his face he goes to get a drink of water as he decides what to do next. He could get back to that puzzle he and Poppy didn't finish yet but he wasn't in a puzzle mood at the moment. He wanted to do something else but what could he do?

He lays on his couch as he ponders on what to do. While pondering he begins to absent-mindedly scratch at the new scratching mat as it's something for his hands to do while he is thinking.

As he is pondering he looks around as if trying to find inspiration on something to do when he sees a piece of paper on his workbench alongside a pencil when it hits him.

He should write! And not just write anything oh no he should write about this whole fruit situation and information on it since there wasn't any in the library! With this book in case ant future trolls come across it they will know what to do! With a grin he gets off the couch and grabs a spare notebook in case he needs to jot down notes.

Taking a pencil he begins to jot down everything about the fruit that he knows so far. From its looks to its rarity to the transformation. For each stage of the transformation he goes into extreme detail about each one, well each one he has experienced so far at least.

He is so focused he doesn't hear or notice Poppy enter the room he is in. "Hey Branch-" "AH!" Branch yelps at her sudden appearance. Was he really so focused he didn't notice her enter? That doesn't usually happen to him.

"Sorry for scaring you, I was wondering if you have any glue I ran out" She asks. "Yeah in the top drawer on the left over there" He replies gesturing to his work bench drawer. He is surprised though that Poppy managed to run out of glue she seems to always have a never ending supply of it and.....ugh glitter.

"Thanks!" She thanks him and grabs a tube of glue before heading back over to him and sits beside him. "So what ya doing Branchifer?" She asks looking at the notebook that is littered with notes and doodles.

"I'm writing a book om the fruit that turned us so in the future in case any troll comes across it they will know what to do" He explains as he continues to jot down information. "Oooh that's a good idea actually and when it's complete we can put it in the library for all to see" She says happily.

"Yep, aren't you going to go back to your scrapbooking?" He asks looking at her. "I am I'm just taking a bit of a break at the moment is all" She simply says before resting her head on his shoulder. He stiffens at the contact before slowly relaxing and resumes his writing .

Poppy being Poppy doesn't stay still for very long and looks at Branchs ears that would twitch every so often as if reacting to his thoughts. She is than hit with a idea, slowly raises her hand and begins to slowly rub behind his right ear.

It twitches and seemingly stiffens at the contact but slowly relaxes and stops twitching all together. She continues to rub it for fun when she notices that Branch has stopped writing and is beginning to relax at the sensation. Though it seems he has no idea why he is relaxing if his confused look is any indicator.

He soon begins to lay his head on top of hers and a small smile begins to form on his face and she smiles back at him. Who know that getting him to relax all you needed was to rub his ears? She is than alerted to a new sound and sensation.

It's a low rumbling noise and it was coming from....Branchs chest? Her ears twitch as she recognizes it 'Oh my everything Branch is purring!' She can't help but giggle at the display of cuteness coming from her boyfriend. Looks like this is also a new thing from the transformation and she is all for it,she can't wait until she is able to purr as she wonders what it feels like.

Branch is brought back to reality when he hears his girlfriend giggle. Just what was so funny? The last thing he was aware of was a nice sensation on one of his ears and then it was like he was dozing off as he relaxed as it felt good. He now realized that Poppy is rubbing one of his ears,why? He has no idea normally if she is being affectionate she will usually hug him or something along those lines.

The next thing he is aware of is a strange sensation in his chest and throat,along with a weird sound coming from those places too. Just what was going on? It didn't feel bad but he has never felt this before and has no idea how to react. "Poppy what's going on" He asks.

"Branch your purring" She giggles at him. He turns bright red in emberassment. He can purr now?! Oh that's just fantastic! Not!! He will probably die of emberassment if anyone other than Poppy hear him purr. "This is so emberassing are there any more mini transformations I need to be aware of?" He sarcastically asks as if someone is going to answer him and like he thought nobody does.

"Cmon Branch it's cute" Poppy says stopping the rubbing and settles for holding his paw which with her near complete paws feels both weird but also in way right at the same time. "I just don't want to do it in front of others they would laugh at me" He grumbles emberassed.

"I promise I won't do it in front of anyone else it will be for when it's only the two of us" She promises him and he knows she usually isn't the type to break a promise. He can count rhe amount of times she has broken a promise on one hand and he nods at her promise. "You better or else I'm gonna do the same to you becuase remember if I can do it you will be able too soon enough" He grins at her.

"Oh yeah uhm let's not do that" She says not wanting to have every troll in the whole village wanting to pet her and causing her to purr. If it was the snack pack she wouldn't mind as much but the whole village is a big fat nope!

Branch looks at the clock he has mounted on the wall "Its getting late I'll make us some dinner and we can head to bed" He says and Poppy nods before walking off probably going to clean up the area where she was scrapbooking.

After a quick dinner where he cooked some meat and some veggies the two start to do their nightly routine before heading off to bed. Both not looking forward to tomorrow cause tomorrow was going to hurt.

"Hey uhm Branch?"

"Yeah?"

"You will be there for me when my claws come out right?"

"Of course I will don't you worry and you will do the same for me?"

"Yep sure will"

"Thanks Branch well goodnight" Poppy says before turning over. "Night" He replies back as he tries to fall asleep but it's hard knowing what pain await you tomorrow. He got through it once he can do it again.

With that mindset he is finally able to succumb to sleep.

Here are some fun facts about Branch in this chapter

Branch can see in uv Like how nightvision cameras work

His scratching mat is now a comfort and stress relief item for Branch

Branch only purrs when content and truly happy and or safe and usually doesn't do it infront of others and It usually only happens in his bunker or with Poppy who is the only one allowed to pet his ears as they are now a sort of weak spot. Luckily he only reacts that way when Poppy does it anyone else he will not be happy about it and tell them to back off.

Yall don't know what I have cooking up for next chapter it's going to be the most angst filled chapter Poppy and Branch are gonna get whacked with my angst stick

#trolls #trolls 2 #branch #poppy #broppy #return to origin

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arziaisfrench · 9 months

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▪︎ IPKKND Ep 174 : Happy hearing how much she cares so much for him - Kissing her (part2)

What is Arnav about to do with Khushi, the way he openly seduces her is in my opinion exactly how he wanted to behave with her when she resigned from his office ! And to be fair, he actually already made subtle moves to her that her kinda naive personality did NOT get lol (ep40).

He wanted for a long time to try to date her, to claim her as his girlfriend. If she didn't misunderstood him as a cruel man, Arnav would've tried something. And I think, if he didn't know about her marriage views, he would've tried even harder.

Arnav was trying to help khushi, trying to get closer. But she still thinks he's trying to brag about her being so worried about him. Arnav can sense the distance she wants to put between them, and this is symbolized with her bracelet between their hands, not the bracelet itself but them two holding it. The bracelet is in their way.

Who's gonna catch the bracelet first is not important, who's gonna confess their love first is not important anymore to Arnav. He wants, he needs her ! That's why he lets go of the bracelet first, him letting go is the representation of him deciding to stop being stuborn.

This time, he'll not allow more distance between them, that's why he holds her hand instead of the bracelet. The bracelt is not in the way anymore ! (uuuugh the details again, I love them !!)

Their toxic challenge (symbolized by who's gonna grab the bracelet first) isn't important, he doesn't care about winning anymore, he wants to touch her hand, to be with her without fake excuses.

" -You can't do all the work alone. "I can't only wait for you to confess, I need to try to. I won't let you do it alone Khushi. I know how much you care for me. That's enough." -I can do it" She doesn't understand what he means. She thinks he challenging her once more. The bracelet falling from her hand symbolizes the incapacity for Khushi to confess first but also not wanting the distance either. She doesn't want him to have the bracelet in his hands (him deciding alone the distance they should maintain) but also she doesn't want to hold it either (she doesn't want to push him away).

But Khushi can't confess first. She can't do it, not after what he did during that almost-kiss and even after.

Arnav witnessing her letting fall the bracelet, understands that it's the occasion he needed to make a move for them to progress in their relationship.

He holds her hand. Letting her know without shying away, how much he wants to be closer to her.

"Why are you so scared?" Of course she's scared, the last time she gave him full access to her mind, heart and body, he betrayed her trust to believe they could be something, that they could be in love.

Arnav can sense her stir, can sense she's scared of something. But he doesn't know why. "Why are you not smiling when I'm like that with you? Why are you instead so scared? You know how much I care for you. Do you maybe doubt my feelings, even after everything we have been through?"

But then, Arnav read something within the stir in her eyes. She's not scared of him, or what could happen between them, not at this moment. She's scared of not being able to control herself, she's scared of not being capable/ot willing to push him away. He can see it all now !

She's not rejecting him as he thought she was ! She never did !! That's why he allows himself to show her how now he doesn't mind losing control because of her. She can control his feelings, his mind and body, he will let her, she is so precious to him, he knows she'll never try to willingfully hurt him.

He grabs her dupitta. He makes her move closer knowing now she won't try to resist his attempt.

"It's too late Khushi. I saw what's in your eyes. There is no turning back. I know you're mine."

(eps 2.3.14.37)

Her dupitta was always touching him, and now he doesn't just catch it and give it back to her. He holds it and keep it in his hands !!! Her dupitta touching him is the representation of Khushi's attraction for him.

I think he did noticed her attraction for him from the first day , the electricity in her eyes, just like his for her. But he never had the confimation that she felt it as intensively as he did before. But now, he starting to realize she actually may share the same feelings, the same overwhelming reaction to their pull, to their attraction, to their strange miraculous bond.

(eps 46.57.77.85) He was pushing her dupitta away from him harshly before, when he started knowing her. Gradually he was catching it more delicately and much slowlier, betraying his will to not push the attraction away or to keep ignoring it anymore.

And now he grabs it before it can touch him, betraying his eagerness to want her dupitta to touch him. Now he'll not wait, he'll grab it because now he knows she is his !

She wants him as much as he wants her. She loves him as much as he loves her.

He tenderly kiss her on the cheek, trying his best not to do more. And he watch attentively how she reacts to this intimate physical touch. Something both wanted for so long.

#ipkknd #ipkkndep174 #arshi #arnav and khushi

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thejournallo · 7 months

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hello, so glad to have found your acc🤍 i have some questions and some problems i want to talk about so i'm hoping you can help me! basically ive known about shifting for over 2 years, tried a few times, got symptoms but never really shifted(either lost interest in where i was going to ot got bored) but recently i have been so much more serious and i also have friends that are into shifting, and one of my friend is so knowledgeable about it, she is so close to shifting(maybe even did) and helps me out with my concerns, taught me sm but i don't wanna ask her all the time. so i know that im not just creating a fantasy world and that i'm going to a reality where the things i want already exist and so do i but i'm wondering if i can stay there till i die? i wanna go to somewhere where living for hundreds of years is possible and i can live for hundreds of years right? also i'm not planning on writing a script but rather being in my mind(i haven't decided yet) but things will go how i want right? like if i want to change smth later on can i or no harm will come to me or the people around me right? or if i script smth that will happen later but i forget about it or decide i don't want it anymore will it still happen or will i be able to change it? i keep getting negative thoughts and it makes me really anxious :( i hope you can help me out with my questions and validate me a little🙏 have a nice day! 🤍🤍 sorry if i talked too much :(

My dear, you don't have to apologize for talking too much! All your questions are legit and actually smart questions to ask!

I want to reassure you by saying that negative talk and toughts are really common when we first start shifting, and you can fight them off. When I had them, I often stopped myself and said, "Those are not my true thoughts; those are the thoughts of dought, and I don't dought myself or the universe." It really helps.

Now about the questions! (here is the link from when i talked about shifting, in case it can help)

I can stay there till I die? / i can live for hundreds of years right?

I already talked about how time works and how we can make it work. To answer directly your question, you can do that, but you have to be aware that you will come back to your-age once you die there, and that could be a shock to you because you already lived a life. Imagine five from the umbrella academy that went back to his younger self. It can be like this, but with more shock because you didn't predict it. So living for hundreds of years could be fun to do. I suggest you script (or make sure to remember) how times will work for you. for example: 2 years in your dr are 2 hours of sleep here, and I will come back every 2 years. It would be less of a shock and more of a routine that settles itself like this.

things will go how i want right? / if i want to change smth later on can i or no harm will come to me or the people around me right? / will i still be able to change something that i don't want it to happen anymore?

You have to think of it as another life and world. The only difference is that we can decide if we want the power to control it or not. For me, I always liked the fact that I can't control what happens, but if I want something to happen, I just write it or say it to my doctor. So yes, if you want, everything can and will go the right way for you! No one will be hurt by your decision, not you or the people around you! Yes, everything you script can be easily changed here and in your DR. I usualy script that I have a diary where I can change my script right away in my DR, so I'm always updated, and I always remember what I script, so if I don't like it anymore, I simply write an x on it so I know that the scene won't happen. easy, fun, and helpful!

if you have other questions i will be more than happy to listen and be here for you through out your journey!

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tdoong15 · 14 days

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can you please write little! autistic hyejoo with mommy kim lip. hyejoo being a stubborn and fussy while kim lip is trying to give her love

Hiiii anon, of course I can do that for you

Littlend!Hyeju. Cg!KimLip

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No attention

Kim Lip was making lunch in the kitchen for Hyeju since she usually gave Hyeju her lunch early in order to not overwhelm her with everyone being loud by talking over each other. She mainly did it when Hyeju was feeling little like today, Kim Lip also did it so she could focus on only Hyeju instead of dealing with 11 girls at the same time.

This time for lunch, Kim Lip decided to make a deconstructed salad because then she wouldn't get told off for making the salad wrong by the other girls nor would she make Hyeju have a meltdown. “Okay that looks good, everything is separated and nothing seems to be weird.” She says to herself.

Meanwhile with Hyeju, she was in her room playing with her toys, occasionally throwing them across the room because she didn't like them anymore. She was happily playing with her toys when she heard her mommy's voice from the doorway. “Hyeju, darling, your lunch is ready.” Kim Lip says with a smile but in response Hyeju frowns. “No, I wanna pway!” She tells her mommy.

“We can play together after. Come on, you need to eat, Hyeju.” Kim Lip walks over to the little and picks her up gently, Hyeju wasn't having any of it, she didn't physically do anything though, she simply had a permanent scowl on her face until they were in the kitchen.

Kim Lip smiles and she places Hyeju down on her chair. “I've decided to make you a salad since it's a warm day today, darling.” Kim Lip responds, before she starts making her own lunch. Behind her back, Hyeju was sticking out her tongue and flinging pieces of shredded lettuce all over the kitchen floor. The only saving factor to this lunch, according to Hyeju, is her ‘Miss Fortune’ figurine that she decided to bring along with her.

When Kim Lip turned around and noticed the mess on the floor she looked in shock. “How did this happen?!” She questions out of pure shock. “Hmm… It fewl out of my bowl, mommy.” Hyeju makes up a random lie and she had a pout on her face to show that she was upset with what happened. “Oh it's okay, darling. As long as you eat everything else then that's good enough for me.” Kim Lip goes to place a kiss on Hyeju's cheek but the little pulls away and tilts her head back.

“No icky kisses, mommy!” Hyeju shakes her head and continues to move back as far as she could possibly go without falling off her chair. Kim Lip just stood there in confusion because Hyeju normally enjoyed the small peck on her cheers, but she didn't question it at all since she didn't want to upset Hyeju by asking about her random decision.

“Alright then, darling, mommy won't give you any kisses.” Kim Lip lifts up Hyeju so she doesn't fall off her chair and onto the floor before continuing to talk. “Well, how about if you eat everything that is remaining in the bowl, we can play together?” Kim Lip suggested, Hyeju just heard the idea of playing which interested her a lot.

So with the idea of being able to go back to playing, Hyeju clinged onto her Miss Fortune action figure and she ate up the rest of her salad whilst her mommy cleaned up the mess that was created on the floor from the shredded lettuce.

After 10 minutes, Hyeju finished eating and she looked at Kim Lip. “I wanna pway now, mommy.” Hyeju simply says while she attempts to get off her chair. “Okay, let's go to the living room then.” Kim Lip smiles softly and she leads the way to the living room. Hyeju follows her, since she thought that she was still playing by herself.

On the way to the living room, Hyeju decides to go to her room and take her wolf plushie before going into the living room where her mommy stood in the centre. “Is one of your toys for me?” Kim Lip asks in a sweet tone. “No.” Hyeju quickly says and she sits on the floor. On the other hand, Kim Lip stood with her mouth wide open, stunned by the fact that Hyeju shut her down in a blink of an eye.

Hyeju plays with her wolf plushie and Miss Fortune by herself for a while, Kim Lip occasionally tried to join in with playing but it always failed as Hyeju turned around to block out her mommy since she was making her toys have an intense fight. Kim Lip didn't push anymore however, she did try to hug Hyeju before she decided to watch something on the TV.

“No yucky hugs, mommy!” Hyeju shakes her head and moves away from Kim Lip. “Oh… okay then, well I'll be on the couch if you ever need me, darling.” Kim Lip ruffles up Hyeju's hair gently, she then sat on the couch and turned on the TV, searching for a show to watch which didn't involve anything explicit since the little was still in the same room as her.

Throughout the show, Kim Lip could hear Hyeju play with her toys, she in fact had a massive smile on her face because she enjoyed the fact that Hyeju was having fun even if she was being fussy to her whenever she tried to give her love. Hyeju continued to play by herself throughout the rest of the day, including when it was dinner.

By the end of the day, Hyeju was determined to play more but it was difficult and her eyes were drooping more and more as time passed. Five minutes later, Hyeju laid on the floor fast asleep with her toys in her arms, thankfully, Kim Lip quickly noticed, she then picked up Hyeju and took her back to her bedroom so she could tuck her little girl in her weighted blanket. “Tomorrow is another day, I'll support you no matter what.” Kim Lip whispers quietly and she places a kiss on Hyeju's forehead before leaving to go to her own bedroom.

Hello everyone, I hope you all have an amazing day/evening/night. Also I apologize for not posting, I've been busy preparing for an exam I have in a few days, I also decided to spontaneously create a bunch of random OCs for fun with my friends.

#sfw agere #loona agere #little!hyeju #autistic!hyeju #cg!kimlip #sfw caregiver

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ezralva · 2 months

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Kill Heal

Perfect Preparation arc/Pre-Shinjuku showdown AU canon-divergence where after he was unsealed, Gojo didn't go feral and murder all the higher-ups.

They put off Yuuji's execution order again due to Gojo's comeback but instead put it on Choso because he was technically not supposed to live and his incarnation by Kenjaku was through illegal means by killing an innocent non-sorcerer. Gojo didn't bother appealing for it because he didn't really care about Choso at first (and only Gojo had the power to go against them) until Yuuji went all dogeza on him begging him to prevent Choso's execution or else do it for the both of them.

Gojo didn't understand why in the short amount of time after he was unsealed, Yuuji had become so attached to Choso as well, that it was either die together or live together for both of them and Yuuji said something about how he hadn't been able to repay what he had taken from Choso.

So reluctantly, Gojo agreed, if only because it was Yuuji who begged him for it. In order to do that, there was no other way but to take Choso into his custody to get the higher-ups' hands off Choso. So reluctantly for both parties, Choso had to live in Gojo's place, away from his other little brothers' remains (because the higher-ups suspected Choso would still try to incarnate them through any means, even the illegal ones like Kenjaku, as Choso didn't exactly go by their rules). It wasn't the Gojo residence but Satoru's private apartment where he actually lived more if he wasn't at school or on missions. He'd been living there since Megumi left the Gojo residence to live in the dorm.

Gojo allowed Yuuji to come to visit Choso routinely but otherwise most of the time it was Choso and Gojo alone at home. And the sparks began to emerge.

Enemies to lovers trope, they fought a lot and they only pretended to be civil to each other whenever Yuuji came to visit so they didn't make Yuuji worried and upset. But because they live under the same roof they reluctantly and subconsciously started to depend on each other, so angry fights slowly turned to petty bickering.

"For fuck's sake, get your hair down or change your hairstyle! They look so hideous it makes me mad and wanna puke just looking at it.

"Mind your own business, Gojo."

"Yanno what, never mind. I'll cut them off myself when you're asleep and you won't even know who did it."

"Try it and I'll kill you."

"Oh babe, how much you wanna bet?"

Another day...

"Why is Yuji always the one cooking and cleaning the dishes every time he comes here?? Yuuji is NOT your servant!! You're the only one who eats so you clean up yourself!"

"Choso it's fine, I don't mind!"

"Even if you do, it's inappropriate, Yuuji."

"Well, it's the least I can do, really. Besides, I like cooking and Gojo-sensei likes my cooking."

"HA! See that, onii-chyaan~ I'm Yuuji's favorite so I get the privilege. Just back off, you creepy stranger!"

*seething in anger* "I AM NOT A CREEPY STRANGER I'M HIS BIG BROTHER!!"

They began to fight again, more like Gojo just simply activated infinity while Choso's CT crashing and breaking some things in the vicinity.

"Damn it! Stop it you two! Right now! Or else I'll never come here anymore!" Yuji yelled trying to get them off each other in vain.

Choso immediately stopped his movement.

"Doesn't matter with me, I can still see you at school anyway."

"I will never cook for you anymore then, Sensei."

Gojo immediately went silent too.

However, as time went by living together, when they gave each other's cold shoulder and silent treatment they began to feel restless and lonely with the silence because now they were slowly getting used to each other's presence...especially Gojo who couldn't stand to not talk or tease or just sit still when there were others around in close proximity. They were both just so very lonely in actuality.

Slowly they began to sneakily look forward to each other's petty bickering because it de-stress them both. Their presence began to give meaning to each other. Yuuji's constant presence for the both of them had done wonders for them to start seeing eye to eye. Their first common ground was that they both cared so much about Yuuji and wanted to lessen the burden and guilt the boy felt from Megumi who was being taken hostage by Sukuna. They began talking in adult manner even when Yuuji wasn't around. They tamped down their ego and so they began to talk without riling each other up every time. Choso realized Gojo had helped him and Yuuji a lot by going against the higher-ups and putting himself in danger while Gojo began to see Choso was just as much a victim of Kenjaku as Yuuji and...Suguru. That the guy wanted nothing but to be with his own family yet couldn't even afford that now. Gojo wasn't that heartless. He knew what found family meant. Had seen how Suguru treated his own found family with so much care and put them as his top priority even when he himself was dying at that alley. So it wasn't hard to sympathize with Choso, even if he used to be his enemy.

They talked long into the nights, Gojo taught him more about the modern world, how to use machines, smartphone, internet, utensils, and such and how Jujutsu world worked while Choso filled him in with what he knew about Kamo Noritoshi. The man's past experiments and all his evil deeds, which were now nowhere to be found because the Kamo family had erased the records from existence. His connection to Yuuji, everything since his incarnation, about what Kenjaku had done while using Suguru's body. Providing him insider information that Choso had managed to accidentally scrape during his stay with the curses' group. Gojo filed all this very important and priceless information away for further perusal.

Once they were enemies on opposite sides trying to kill each other, now they worked together, planning how to defeat Kenjaku. For Choso to avenge his little brothers and mother so he could kill Kamo Noritoshi with his own hands and for Gojo to take Geto Suguru's body back and mourn him properly this time.

Soon, the talk about work-related and future battles had begun to shift to more personal matters, how they feel about their current situation, their families, their childhood (or more like delusional memories for Choso), how they see each other now. Soon they began to see they were both worthy of respect from each other and treated each other as amiably as they could. Had begun seeing the beauty in each other. Subconsciously seeking each other's warmth and presence, for comfort during this stressful time, even if both of them still wouldn't want to admit it out loud. Opting, instead, to let their non-verbal language and gestures do the talking, showing their longing, for their bodies to act on what they really desire inside their hearts and minds yet never be able to put them into words and ask each other.

Accidentally healed each other's wounded hearts even if they didn't mean to or knew how it started, and one thing just led to another.

That 'another' thing led to Yuuji coming to Gojo's place in a rush one night before dinner because both of them didn't answer Yuuji's texts or picked up his calls since lunchtime and thinking the worst had happened to the two, he barged into the apartment to the direct, unhindered view of his big brother being fucked senseless by his Sensei on the couch.

A/N: I know I'm the one coming up with this setting and headcanon and now I cannot unsee how much potential this particular setting and AU can be explored for the bases of GoCho like omg the petty bickering, the old-married couple kinda petty fight with Yuuji being a sweet sunshine sonny, the angry sex, hate sex that turned into make-up sex and gentle love-making to desperate needy sex cz the auspicious battle was just around the corner uggghhh then the kisses and finally heartfelt confessions, promise for the future, proposal, just before that doomsday of fighting Kenjaku and Sukuna but this time ofc THEY WOULD WIN so GoCho could continue their lovey-dovey time properly post-canon and then they kneeled to Yuuji to ask for his blessing and ofc Yuuji couldn't be happier about how they turned out.

Is there anyone willing to write this for me?? or do I hafta get my hands on it by myself?? :"" cz I mostly wouldn't be able to write this long, at least not in the near future so feel free to use these headcanons if you like and wanna develop them into a proper fic, just credit me a little if you do ;) (but please don't use it on another pairing!).

#jujutsu kaisen #my headcanon #gojo x choso #gojo satoru #choso #yuji itadori #satoru gojo #gocho #fanfic #jjk choso #enemies to lovers #my fic #like they literally give some yummy enemy to friend to lover vibe #choso yuuji #gojo yuuji

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veebs-hates-video-games · 1 month

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Yay time for more random stuff.

I ended up liking Lies as a Starting Point more than I expected, which is kinda surprising considering how rough the translation is. Like some of the errors in it feel like a real person made them and not just machine translation, but this was not proofread by anyone who speaks English anywhere near fluently. What I was able to get out of the story through the mess of the translation was enjoyable enough, with three smaller stories about people lying to each other in their relationships and the effects ot that, but then the way they're all tied together by the framing story of the main central character is pretty satisfying, and it ends up being about a bit more than just what it seems on the surface at first. Not the best story I've ever read, or even a contender for the best so far this year, but I liked it enough that I feel like it deserves a proper translation.

And then for something completely different my preliminary thoughts on Super Mario Bros. Wonder. It's fine, I guess? I don't love it. I've finished the first two worlds and probably have enough momentum to finish the main game, but even if I do make it through that I can guarantee I won't be doing all the optional stuff like I have with some previous Mario games. I'm not really into the way with some of their more recent big games Nintendo has gone beyond their traditional high level of polish all the way into smoothing off so many edges from things that it starts making it feel less good and be less interesting to me. I kind of had the same problem with Kirby and the Forgotten Land too, although at least with that one I genuinely thought it was great until some point in the middle (and then by the end only pretty good).

I feel like instead of splitting them into 2D and 3D you could divide the Mario games based on how they're structured into the ones that are like SMB3 and the ones that are like Mario 64. Even as someone who played SMB3 when it was new I always thought it was kinda overrated, and I've generally tended to like that style of games less, but my favorite of those is still Super Mario World. I don't think I've played a SMB3-style Mario game or 2D Mario game in general that I've liked more than that.

On the other hand the 3D Mario 64-style games are still doing things I love and continue to be lots of fun for me. Odyssey was excellent, and so was Bowser's Fury (but I absolutely couldn't stand 3D World on the same cartridge, which is a SMB3-style 3D game and probably the Mario game I've disliked the most out of all the ones I've tried over the years).

I dunno. Everyone keeps going on about how great Wonder is and how creative the levels are with how much weird stuff they experiment with, and I can kinda see it, but it's just not really doing it for me. I think maybe it feels too much like a tightly constrained theme park ride or something? Maybe I'm just not into this style of game anymore ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

probably doesn't help that I've never liked bowser jr. either

#lies as a starting point #super mario bros. wonder #mario series #mentioned:#kirby and the forgotten land

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ramblingsfromthemoss · 2 months

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i feel like im gonna pop like a grape

as always check tags if you're gonna read, idgaf i just need this out of my brain and i won't see my therapist for a lil bit

its been a hard few months

I wont lie im super thankful that its finally spring and things are getting easier, im finally going back to school and life is looking up but shit man. my dog who ive had since i was four had to be put down this morning, i found my aunts' cat dead under the porch earlier this week, my grandfather called me ugly and ripped my appearance to shreds when i was calling him to share good news, and so much other shit. my horrible fucking ex is finally getting called out for all the gross behaviors he's displayed around minors but he keeps popping up in my feeds online bc of it and he's one of the top search results for a definition of therianthropy and i feel fucking sick knowing theres a chance i'll bump into him again. *fuck* dude i found out one of my closest friends is still close friends with him to the point of being upper staff in both his discord servers! that shit shattered me! they went through all that bullshit with me and now im scared i made everything up! i dont feel safe in a community that made me so happy, hell i dont feel safe in so many communities because of him. on top of all of this a friend i don't speak to anymore is still following me, and its freaking me the fuck out bc that friend had feelings for me and i know i flipped my shit and didnt handle it right and things ended badly all because of me lashing out like an idiot. i felt unsafe bc of my own trauma that i didnt address in time and it lead ot me getting super paranoid and feeling unsafe to try and get into a relationship after being taken advantage of by a guy i really wanted to date, which i dont want to blame them for but im also still super fucking angry and feel really scared that anyone felt entitled to my feelings so closely to what happened to me with the other guy. i cant stop myself from checking their blog and scrolling through, its like a form of catharsis or really effective emotional self harm. i feel so numbed out i just want ot cry but nothing's working, even though it all hurts like a motherfucker. im so scared and annoyed and just want my ex or my friend to rip the bandaid off and finally turn back up and get it over with and let this be over but im never going to get that. my guts hurt, if eel like a trapped animal. everything i say feels wrong and it feels like my head is being split into a million slices. i want to be free of all of this bullshit, i want to live happily again. i want to not feel tied down by all this fucking grief and loss. i dont want to live in fear of being hurt again and i want to be able to process the losses ive endured. i really hope i get to move forward as i get back into college and continue therapy. im exhausted and hurting and scared and i just want to be heard and validated.

#vent #sorry yall its been. a lot #animal death ment tw #/safe btw just need this out of my head #bleh

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topfloorbosses · 6 months

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genuinely what does something as simple as a family gathering feel like? not to cry the victim but ot seems like everybody experiences them, even if it's just for special occasions, for example a birthday. but I've never experienced it once, just because my family hate each other and can't stand to be in the same room as each other. when people mention they're doing shit with family im so happy for them but at the same time I get so fucking jealous because I've always wanted to experience it and I know i never will, no matter what. just years of hearing EVERYONE doing stuff with family and knowing you'll never be able to feel the same thing takes its toll on you over hearing it your entire life. the only time I see any family outside of the immediate is at fucking funerals, and you can tell they can't stand each other, there's always an atmosphere other than the sad one almost always present at a funeral. shit I could die right now and half the family won't even know, the other half would barely even care except for a couple people. it just feels like something everyone should experience, its expected to experience them. idk this all might come off as jealousy and I won't lie it is, but damn man to even experience a family gathering just fucking once, without feeling everyone trying to stab people behind their back, their defences up, idk, just what normal people experience often and take for granted would feel so fucking nice. but its never happening, and that shit makes me feel so empty, like there's something missing, because everyone has experienced it except me. and its expected of you to of experienced it, so people ask you, and im honestly so fucking sick and tired of lying and making up stories about fun times I've had with family when people ask. no one else has to do it.

this definitely comes of as being jealous and I dont care anymore I AM JEALOUS. im so happy when people talk to me about family but there's always the jealousy in the back of my mind that I cant get out. I try not to show it but god hearing this shit my entire life has taken its own mental toll on me

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Hello! I'm currently reading all of your meta posts and i just really have to say THANK YOU. Not only they are very entertaining to read, but they're so well written and so detailed and they're truly a joy to read. So thank you, you've done an amazing job! I still haven't finished but I'm slowly going through all of them!

Having said this, I have kind of a loaded question for you. Maybe it's something other people have already asked you, in which case I apologize, i still haven't read those answers (so feel free to not reply, but):

Do YOU think buddie will eventually happen, canonically?

I see so many wonderfully excited people in your asks and ot warms my heart to see so much hope, but I personally cannot help but be very dubious and rational about the whole thing. I've been in fandoms for too many years and seen way too many ships be queerbaited/detroyed for the sake of no homoing the whole thing, and the situation with buddie is eerily similar to some of those ships. I don't really want to get my hopes up, especially since even the actors, for as professional as they might be, don't seem to have a good relationship anymore. Between them and Tim Minear being Tim Minear, I don't really see it going anywhere and it makes me sad + it kind of makes not really want to watch the show because i don't want to suffer though it shipping something that just makes me sad.

Essentially, what I'm looking for, is reassurance. You know way more than I do and you've analyzed every episode (and i'm guessing you've also watched a lot of interviews). What is your guess? I really want to hope, but i'm hesitant because i don't want to get my heart broken all over again, if that makes sense.

In any case, thank you for your time and, again, for all of your hard work, it's truly incredible! It had been a long, long time since the last time i saw meta posts so well written and so detailed in a fandom!

Have a great day 💕

Awwww, hi hon! :D Thank you so much for reading my meta and letting me know you're enjoying it, that makes my heart grow three sizes (at the very least)... And your words are so kind, I'm so grateful and will cherish your compliments! I hope the rest of my meta posts will bring you just as much enjoyment! *hugs*

I totally get the hesitance to invest emotionally in a non-canon same-sex couple. I've been there too, and I know what it feels like. I can tell you that in the past, I've had the weird (and lucky) experience that most ships of this kind that I liked, but suspected won't ever go canon, indeed didn't, and a few couples that I thought might, did. There's no doubt that there are way more ships of the former kind, but I think something that has always helped me is that I had a good sense of when a show won't go there, no matter how hard it would hint at the ship. 911 doesn't feel like one of those shows. It feels like one of the shows that could actually follow through on its own promises and narrative regarding Buddie.

Does that mean it def will happen? No. And I don't wanna promise that, because I can't. But I can tell you that I personally have hope. The very fact that I believe Eddie's whole introduction even back in s2 was meant, IMO, to make us entertain the possibility of this ship, I think that says it is very possible that it will happen. I'm not saying that back in s2 the show was def gonna go there, but I think it was gonna fly those sails and see where the wind might take this ship... and there's no doubt that the response was overwhelmingly positive, and that no other possible LI for either guy so far has been able to offer even a bit of competition. And I do think Tim has more experience than some producers with same-sex ships going canon (he was a part of the Buffy verse which had the iconic Tara and Willow, and the shooting scene in 413 very much parallels them), plus he's shown before that he listens to his fans and takes their wishes into consideration. I'm not saying it's the only thing dictating his decisions, but I do believe it informs them.

I also think Oliver and Ryan probably get along much better than people realize. We know that Oliver doesn't have to ever refer to Ryan or Eddie on his personal social media accounts, for example I think he's never explicitly referred to Megan West or to Taylor outside of interviews. Even when he was asked about them. And he has talked about Ryan supportively, even quite recently. But even if they hated each other, I do think they can be professional and give the audience an amazing onscreen couple (I'm not sure, but I think that was the case with the main ship that went canon on Castle, I believe the actors didn't get along in rl, but they still did a great job portraying lovers). Oliver and Ryan have both expressed support for Buddie in the past, and I'm sure they know what a positive effect Buddie going canon can have on their careers, so I'm pretty sure if it were up to them, Buddie would have gone canon already...

I hope this helps, lovely! Thank you again, so much! And may you have a gorgeous day! xoxox

And if you or anyone else are looking for other replies of mine, you can find them in my ask tag. xoxox

#buddie #buddie meta #911 meta #911meta #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #edmundo diaz #evan buck buckley #ask #andorskirks-old #fandom love #kindness #thank you!#<3333 #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

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Ik this is about customers, some get on my nerves with the random hostility towards me when I'm just trying to help take their order.

Well, I had quit for a bit due to my job, my mother'sbullshit drama, my grandmother(who was really like a mom to me) passing, and a lot of other things. Well, I couldn't find another job and they said since I had no strikes against me, I coulf always come back. I did only to support myself for now, until I find another job.

Yesterday, I said something about not being able to do my dishes and two of the managers were like "We can't help that, your just gonna have to do them between orders." I can't leave my window while orders are needing to be cashed out, I won't know the line moved until someone up front yells about not having someine cashed out. If I tried, and I have, to go after I handled all the orders and we stopped for then. The closest I come is to either turn on the water ot stick my hand in the water to grab a dish and then my headset beeps. I can't do my dishes until someone works in my place or the other person comes.

Another thing that happened that day, one of the mangers in charge of scheduling messed up the schedule. I was SUPPOSED to get off at 10, but my co worker wasn't scheduled to come in until 11. My manager afterwards gonna laugh and say my bad and saying "Can you ever forgive me?" In a joky way. I never get off on my time I'm supposed to. The longest so far I've had to stay is about an hour and 14 minutes(yes I basically timed it, I was to get off at 10, but didn't get to leave until 11:14). I get up at 3 every morning and don't get off until 10 or 11 My legs, my right knee, and feet ache. These floors ain't exactly comfy.

Before I came back and worked morning instead of night, I slipped off of the thing we pour mop water into to drain them(I was standing on it to put new soap in the machine for my dishes) and fell directly on my right knee. My manager at that time didn't say anything, didn't notice until I said something about half an hour later. She didn't seem to care either. This all happened back in September, so for it to be giving me issues here in December and them saying I need a doctors excuse. At one point I had gotten sick and brought up the fact I couldn't smell anything, I tested it by spraying perfume on my wrist, and she said it might be a cold. That's what I had been thinking until I got tested postive. Then suddenly I'm not overreacting anymore. I tried to tell her I couldn't smell anything, that I didn't know for sure if my nose was just clogged up too much or if I lost it and possibly was positive. Another coworker couldn't smell either. She did this thing where she put onions in a cup and had something else in there with it and was breathing it in. I couldn't smell it, but I heard it stuck really bad.

The store I work in doesn't care for their employees(not all of the managers are bad, just some). The customers are just rude in general sometimes. Either snatching stuff out my hand or getting snippy over the intercom or trying to discuss why their stuff is high in price and trying to get me to read it back or change/add something while they see and hear that I'm taking an order and getting mad when I ask them to hold on or the customer on the intercom getting mad because I stopped.

At this point, I'm so done with everything in general. I'd rather make eye contact with a gorilla than to work here any longer, but at this point I don't seem to have a choice.

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noodlenibblescribble · 3 years

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Hi. I know this is random but I just finished rewatching Coraline with my lil siblings and got super reminiscent so have this lil au blurb idea I got:

Coraline goes missing. Nobody has seen the family in a week. They grow concerned and police get involved. They vanished. Their belongings are still where they belong, but the people fell from the face of the earth. It's a mystery.

Wybie always gets goosebumps remembering it. His grandma says the curse got to them. They're with her sister now.

Wybie hasn't been able to forget the last time he saw Coraline. He thought she was being manic, insane, but her ramblings that he could only hardly remember-

Another mother?

A doll spy.

The small, locked crevice...

His curiosity was big, but his fear was bigger. People went missing in that house. He wouldn't be caught dead there.

Or so he thought.

Years pass. He's an older teen now. He's still a loner weirdo to his peers, only having made fleeting friendships, but he's aced engenireeing competitions. His grandma is so proud.

He's given a fully paid scholarship to somewhere far away. He's going to go soon.

The start of his last week home is sentimental. He can't sleep. He feels like he'll be missing out in time spent here.

He decides to take a walk instead.

His feet has led him everywhere but they always stopped at the edge of the garden. Overrun with weeds killing everything below.

And beyond it, the house.

Nobody ever moved in. The neighbors long left. It's completely abandoned.

And it's one of his last nights.

He grows a backbone. Once and for all. He's leaving anyways, right? He won't have to deal with crazy missing girls or supernatural mysteries anymore.

Not after this....

The door is locked but he knows how to sneak in. It wasn't his first time contemplating how to get in. He had a plan.

Once through, he decides he'll just walk through the rooms. They're ghost-like.

Some furniture was sold, but others had stayed. The dining table, a dusty cushion.

A doll in Coraline's bedroom.

She was just like he remembered. Positioned snuggly under the covers of her owner's musty bed.

Who would do that?

He shivered and debated getting closer. He knew if he returned it now, his grandmother would be mad that he went inside. He should probably leave it be. But he noticed something black settled neatly on top of its chest.

He inched just a bit closer.

A key.

The oddly shaped key he remembered seeing the day Coraline left.

He needs to run. This is weird. This is haunting. He rushes down the stairs but trips on the long rug in the bottom.

He hit the ground hard. He stumbled, trying to get back up quickly. He stopped when he noticed a glow.

The room where it happened.

He shouldn't go in... but...

That hit must've done something to his head.

He trembled as he slowly made his way to the living room. There on the side, like nothing had changed, was the door.

He heard a clang from behind.

He jumped and screamed. He didn't see anyone. Looking down, he saw the culprit for the noise. The key. It followed him downstairs.

Everything was telling him this was a bad idea.

The place is haunted.

He's seen horror movies.

His grandmother has lived through two disappearances already.

It would break her to have a third.

The responsible part of his brain told him it was better to leave now.

But he picked up the key instead.

He had to line it into the hole with shaky hands.

It opened.

And inside, he saw blue.

A tunnel unfolded for him, magical and beautiful.

His fear somewhat subsided. He squatted closer and considered going in. But something pricked at his brain.

"What did Coraline say about this place again?"

He could only recall certain details. He knew she mentioned what had made it dangerous but...

It slipped past his mind.

He decided to scoot a bit inside.

It didn't feel dangerous...

It was

Fascinating.

He'd moved a bit more away. And now he was crawling.

He could see another door.

He was just curious.

He could take a peek, and return immediately.

He reached the other side and took a deep breath.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he pushed on the knob. It cracked as it swung forward a bit. He hesitantly began to open his eyes, but a noise made his blood run cold.

"Why so shy, Why-were-you-born?"

Her voice. The shock made him look and he came face to face with the girl through the crack.

She was older. Shorter hair. Same smirk.

Button eyes.

He screamed and tried to shut the door, but she put her foot to stop it.

"Are you going to run away again? I thought you'd grow braver by now. You opened the door, afterall."

"It was a mistake!"

He was a coward. Mysteries weren't his to solve.

So what was he doing getting so close to something spooky?

As if sensing his doubt, Coraline laughed.

"Come in. Please. I promise you'll be safe. I just want you to see how I've been."

She moved somewhat away to show what was behind her. It looked like the room he had left... but colorful. Lived in. Alive.

".... what?"

"See? It'll be okay; you know this place. It's like your world, but better!"

She widened the gap by taking advantage of Wybie's looser grip. He tried to fight it, but the awe of seeing the weird room cut his force.

Gadgets everywhere. Mechanical abominations ticking, alive and made into furniture. Incredible.

"I knew you'd like it."

He didn't want to respond. He was still afraid.

But he let her open the door in full. More than the room, his breath caught as he saw make an expression that was... vulnerable.

"Please, Wybie? It's just for tonight. You don't have to come back if you don’t like it."

This wasn't the Coraline he remembered. This was.... nicer.

She extended her hand, offering to help him.

He gripped his gloved hands.

"Only... one night. And it'll be okay? I'll go back?"

Coraline looked solemn for a second. Then she smiled.

"I promise you, Wybie. You'll go back safe. You'll be ok."

He still had difficulty reading people but... she felt so genuine.

His shaky hands grasped hers.

He was pulled in.

Ok so let me explain a bit of the au. This is a universe where Coraline still had a spat with Other Mother, but instead of being eaten, Other Mother was so impressed by her ingenuity that she decided to... condition her. Coraline became her somewhat pupil. She resisted for a while, but eventually, she had to break. She's learned to play along with Mother. She'd accepted her life. Then came Wybie. Other Mother decided this was a great opportunity to put her to the test. Lets see how good Coraline is at softening victims.

If she passes the test, she'll be granted more freedom. She might even be able to go back outside.

All she has to do is keep Wybie in. Mother's gone too long without food. Coraline has to prove her worth.

#Coraline #coraline au #wybie #coraline jones #wybie lovat #corbie #corrupted! coraline #yes this is meant to be shippy but it's ok if you prefer it platonic #im just the same ol massive shipper as always.#considering having other wybie too...... just cus......... i love other wybie.... but itd be weird for him to be there.... but i love him..#uuugh #laika studios #coraline movie #au #dark au #grown up wybie #grown up coraline #aged up #aged up characters

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dystopia-fantasy · 3 years

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Always read the job description -Part 1

Max was a fit, well built man. He had been body building since he was 14 and now In his early 40s he has the body of a god, but is slowly getting to the age when he needs to find another way to make money. He knows he can't take part in his competitions anymore, and needs to take it easy. He got great grades in school and college, proving people wrong that you can't be a nerd in a jock body.

Max had some money saved and was able to keep up on bills for a few months but needed a job to keep his large house, in the rich area of the city. He got a call from a business he applied to a couple of days ago, telling him to go in for an interview tomorrow, and if it goes well he will be sent straight on a trip for the company. He gets his new blue suit ready to be worn the next day.

The morning arrives, it's 5am, and Max wakes. He does his normal morning routine, making breakfast, working out, taking a shower, then gets his suit on ready for his early morning interview. Driving to the office building in the middle of New York, it's at least 50 stories high, and is made of mostly glass, and is one of the newest modern builds in the city.

On arrival a large man in his late 60s wearing a suit greets him, "hello sir, you must be max, Sir Mammon is on his way down to collect you, may I say what an amazing suit you have on today".

Max looks the man up and down, seeing the man's huge belly flowing out from under his dress shirt, showing a massive W shape, "thanks mate, you might want a bigger shirt" then points to his belly.

"sorry if I offended you sir, but all clothing has been chosen by Sir Mammon himself" Mammon is the big boss of the business "if you would like to make a complaint I can print you a form".

Max laughs, "No thanks, I'm gonna sit over there, tell Mammon im there".

"will do sir, have a great day" the man says while max walks away paying no more attention to him.

About 15 minutes later a young handsome slender man walks over. "Max is it?" He says behind Max.

"yes.." max says confused.

"I'm Mammon, nice to meet you" he smiles holding his hand out for a shake.

"oh hello Mammon, is wasn't expecting someone so young, no offence of course" max shaking his hand.

Mammon let's out a little laugh, with a little grin "it's ok max, people don't expect someone like me to own such a remarkable company like this one would you like to follow me, we can go up to my office, this is Mark by the way, he's my Butler". Mark is another large man aged around 50, he has a massive belly stuffed into his suit, hes huffing and puffing, like he ran a marithon, "don't mind him, most of my staff are..."

Max cuts him off "fat?"

They both laugh, "you could say that Max" the elevator arrives and they all walk in, "now max, you did read the whole advertisement correct?".

Max didn't, it's was 48 pages long, who would read it all? He just looked at the wage he would get, it started at $100,000 per month. "Yes, I did".

"that's good, most guys are more keen to keep their body's but I guess if your struggling you'll do anything."

Max now confused just nod's and watches though the glass elevator as they fly up to the top floor.

"where here sir" Mark the butler says peacefully in his British accent.

They walk into the room, and Mammon sits at his desk pouring himself a glass of wisky, and Max one too. Max looks around in aww, the room was covered in art work, with the walls painted in golds and whites and had its own bar. "How do you have all this money?" Max asked.

"a mix of many things, this company, and a few investments paid for this whole building, I have many other ways but we're not here for that." Mammon points at the seat," take a seat max" Max sits the chair is made from leather and is very comfy. "So, max, I've gone through your file, I think you're perfect for the job."

"so, does that mean I have the job?" Max replies confused, expecting to be asked a question.

"well yes, if you agree to the terms"

"terms?" Max still confused.

"well yes, you expect to be paid 10times the amount the normal person for this job without any terms or conditions?"

"well I didn't know.." Max gets cut off.

"Max let me simplify them for you. You sacrifice your body to the company, and in trade you get, $100k X the amount you weigh paid into your account per month, So if you weigh 450lbs, you get $450k a month."

"what the fuck? That's sick, I'm not doing that, I'm leaving" and with that Max got up from the chair and stood face to face with Mammon, with the desk all that is separating them. "Your sick, you fa**ot".

With that Mammon's eyes glow a bright red. "I'm a what?" Max got through back against the chair by an invisible force. "Max you could have just left with your freedom, but now look what you've gotten yourself into".

"Let me go, What the fuck?" Max says while traped against that chair, it chreeking with the force of his muscle.

"I'm a fucking demon max, I'm never going to 'let you go'" he took a second break to mock max, "now, what did you say? Fa**ot, was it?".

"fuck, I didn't mean it" the force pins him down harder, trapping his arms against the leather chair arms, and pushing his legs against the underboard. "Please let me go home, I won't do it again."

"shut up max, the process is already starting".

Max looks down to see his body deflating, his pecs turning from mountain peaks to a flat surface, his giant powerful arms turning weak and light. And then looking up he sees a whole new man infront of him.

"Not as big as I thought I would get, but boy I'm big" he took a break to admire his new giant arms and pecs.

"what the?" Max looks in confusion, "how did you do that? Give me them back".

"what are you gonna do max? I'm an infinitely powerful being and you, your an old man, or at least your going to be."

"I'm only 42, what do you mean, going to be?"

"you see I don't have my infinite life span on earth, so to stay alive and in this fit body, I absorb anything a guy has and I want. In your case, these massive muscles, but then I need to absorb their life force as well, in order to make sure I don't age."

"what do you mean life force?"

"well, you have roughly 50 years, worth of life left, I'll drain about 20 years leaving you in your future crippled body at around age 60, force you to work for the company for another 20 years, then when your 80 drain the rest of your life, which after you get fat won't be much, then you got to hell."

"man your sick, let me go, LET ME GO!".

A bright red light shoots from Peters hand enveloping Max's whole body, and he starts to age, his face wrinkling, skin dropping, eye sight worsening, hearing getting muffled, and mind changing a little. "Max, you ok old man?".

"yes sir" max was confused in his mind, why did he say sir?

"max, you ready for your Cruise? You can have tones of food for the next 6 months."

"Yes sir, I'm ready" max lifts his head, opening his eyes to see a new blurry room from his new old eyes.

"you're gonna need these from now on" Peters eyes glow and a new pair of glasses appear on Max's face he can now see clear.

"thank you... Sir", max blinks seeing Peter infront of him, "what have you, done to me".

"Max, I've turned you into the perfect office worker, old, brainiac, who is soon going to get fat and live the rest of his life, in an office chair for me, don't worry for accomodation you live here now, we have apartments on floor 30 to 40, all workers live here, it's policy, we have also sent a team to your house to, well, blow it up, that way nobody is going to be looking for you, becuase we can plant a body"

"give me... My.... Body back, give me... My.. life back."

"Max we both know that will never happen, now enjoy a life of gluttony, and prepare yourself for hell, that's gonna be worse then anything I can do to you." Peter snaped his fingers and a red glow enveloped max.

Recovering from the glow max sees two men infront of him with a trolly of sorts between them. "Is he awake" one says,

"I don't know" said the other.

"im- awake" max said in a much older raspy voice.

"good we can now start the feeding" the man on the left said, his body as muscled as a god, ripped from head to toe, and we can see everything.

Max rubs his eyes under his glasses and opens them again, "Fucking hell, put some clothes on both of you".

Both men where nude, one a ripped god, another muscled up but with a big gut. "Clothes are banned here mate" the beefy man said in a type of Australia accent, "you cant say much fella, look at that tiny pecker".

The men laughed pointing at Max's shriveled up old cock and low hanging balls, "what the fuck"max tries to move his arm to cover him but his arm doesn't move, he looks down to see him stuck in a chair, with a cut out hole under his ass, and straps tying him down, trapping him. "What... Are you gonna do to me?" Max asked sceared.

The men laughed at him again, "no need to act to sceared, we're here to feed you for the next 6 months".

"but... Sir said..." Max get cut off.

"he said you'd be going on a cruise? Fucking hell are you dumb? He's a demon, you shouldn't trust a demon" The muscled guy says.

"bro let's start the feeding we have 50 other guys to see and I wanna watch football Tonight." The beefy guys says, and in unison both their eyes glowed a bright red, showing they where demons too.

The trolly between them had several items on top, one long tube, which floated in the air for a few moments before shoving itself down maxes nostril and deep into his stomach, his head flipped back trying to wriggle it out, but it was stuck. Another item moved into his frame, a IV bag holder, holding a giant barrel type object made of glass, and two large bags floated of the table again and started to drain into the barrel, and the tube connected itself to it, starting a flow of the liquid into maxes stomach.

"done" the beffy guy said. "Now we'll be back tomorrow to refill your barrel, and clean you up if you make a mess, but youll basically be unconscious for the next 6 months, due to the drugs were feeding you."

"so enjoy your sleep mate, you'll litterally wake up a different man." The two men laughed and walked out, max tried fighting the restraints but in his crippled form could do nothing. The door slammed and locked, and the room fell dark, max screamed begging into the darkness to be let free, and to have his life back, which he had only an hour before, but nothing happened, nobody came. He felt the drugs taking effect, but tried to fight back, but it was useless, his body slumped and loosened. His mind fell blank as he drifted of into his 6 month hibernation.

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is-it-madness · 3 years

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Currently reading @fadingfics ‘s incredible story and I absolutely love it!! I highly recommend it and you can find it on AO3. I have chapter eighteen linked below.

Summary: Faith and Loki are fuck buddies. Someone who was there when no one else was. When Faith was fucking around with a married man who all of the sudden decided to grow a conscience right after his wife got pregnant with twins. When Loki was cheated on by his fiancée only a couple of weeks before their wedding. It is a comfort thing and they were perfectly fine with it, why make it complicated with a baby? It’s ridiculous!

Chapter 18: What About Now?

Madness List: This is a list of my reactions, so spoilers below the cut :D

1) ‘Faith was sitting on the edge of the building, one of her legs hanging down, the other bent under her body. She was just staring out into the night, it wasn't late and the night was quiet so far. Very unlikely for a saturday, but she wasn't complaining.’

... I want to do this. If anyone would like to shove me off the list edge, you have my full permission.

2) ‘The door creaking softly didn't alarm her, as she thought it was the wind, but when she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps tapping on pavement, Faith turned around.’

I’m like... shaking with anxiety, excitement, and nervousness.

3) ‘“Um…” He started, but stopped suddenly at realizing where Faith was sitting. “Oh, my God! Get the fuck away from there!” He said, flailing his arms, but refusing to go anywhere near the edge.’

😂😂 poor baby

4) ‘Faith giggled. “Okay, calm down! It’s not like I'm planning to jump.” She joked, standing up and walking somewhere safer.’

Maybe you’re not but... I’m not saying no 👀

5) ‘“Um… I had- I-” He sighed again. “We need to talk, Faith.”’

👀👀

6) ‘“Now?”’

Babe let’s be honest with ourselves. If not now, it will probably never happen.

7) ‘“I can't do this anymore, Faith. I miss you… Actually, I love you.” He exclaimed. “And all this time I've been a wreck, thinking that something I did or didn't do was what made you lie in the first place. All this time I've tried to blame you and hate you and I can't.” He stopped to breath and paced. “I love you and I wanna be with you. For fuck's sake! I wanna marry you!”’

Oh whoa okay, was totally not expecting to cry rn okay that’s a lie I’ve been crying the whole time I’ve been doing this

8) ‘“I slept with James.” Faith blurted out and Loki kept holding his breath, like he had forgotten how to breathe. “Or, actually, was going to and then didn't…” She tried to explain. “I mean… I couldn't--” Faith swallowed. “I couldn't because of you.”’

Oh thank goodness!! I’m really glad she didn’t keep that a secret because I seriously would’ve DIED

9) ‘“I couldn't--” She started again. “I love you, Loki. And every single second I was with him, I wished he was you, I wished you were there… and you weren't.” Faith confessed, crossing her arms on her chest and rubbing her upper arm.’

🥺🥺😭

10) ‘“Oh,no.” She shook her head violently. “I just needed someone to vent… I guess he wasn't the wise choice after all.”’

If you think just because they are finally confessing their affection for one another, that I’m not going to use this moment to rub it in her face... you are absolutely ✨wrong✨

11) ‘“How could I?” She rubbed her face. “How could I tell you anything if I didn't get it myself? Tell you that part of me wanted the baby and the other half was terrified? How could I tell you if that meant admitting I had feelings for you? That I--” Faith stopped to wipe the single tear that escaped her will not to cry. “I was scared. Scared to find out you didn't feel the same…”’

Welp... if you need me, I’ll be in my blanket burrito, crying some more :)))

12) ‘Faith immediately knew he was talking about the James part. “I know that was a mistake. And I also know I won't be going back there.” Loki gave her a skeptic look. “I mean it, Loki. There's nothing left there for me.” She sighed. “I know it’s kind of hard to understand, but… almost having that last- thing…” Faith stopped again and wiped more tears off her face. “That's it. It wasn't smart, but it was what had to happen for me to be able to turn around.”’

Glad you’re finally starting to get it, love. I was worried I would have to smack you for you to see.

13) ‘“Just--” He sighed. “Nothing happened that night with Sigyn, Faith. She found the US pictures before anything could happen. And I’m sort of relieved she did, even if it was by pure chance.”’

Okay I’m really happy that they’re coming clean about everything, explaining everything, and giving each other a chance to explain. That’s... that’s cool.

14) ‘“So what now?” Faith asked. “We go back to try and be friends or simply be over with all of this and I get a job ot the other side the country?” She said only half joking.’

😑😑

15) ‘Loki smirked, but she didn't see him. “You shouldn't be asking that, Faith.” Slowly, he walked close to her. Before she could say anything, he held her arms and kissed her. “How about starting over?” He whispered, wiping her face with his thumb.’

Soft? ✅

Crying? ✅

Yearning? Embarrassingly so ;-;

16) ‘Loki laughed loudly, pulling her close again and placing his forehead on hers. “Tell you what. I’ll pick you up in the morning…” He said kissing her neck softly. “…and we’ll have amazing make up sex all day, hmm?”’

Have I mentioned that I adore them? Because if not, I do. And if I have, you get to hear me say it again.

17) ‘“I will.” Faith said with a nod. “I’ll switch days so I don’t have to work with James anymore.” “Really?” Faith nodded again. “Yeah. I’ll ask Thor or Clint. You were right about that too… I should’ve done it a long time ago.”

YESSSSSSSS STAY AWAY FROM THAT PRICK

18) ‘True to his word, Loki picked up Faith next morning and took her to his apartment, where a full breakfast followed by a nice warm bubble bath were waiting for her. Loki even admitted to get up at seven, just to have things ready for her. Faith thought it was cute, cheesy, but cute.’

Hey man. If I had someone do that for me, even once, I would not be calling it cheesy 😂😂

19) ‘“Aw, you were waiting for me naked? How thoughtful of you.” She said, caressing his shoulder and kissing him. “Saves time, you know?” Loki whispered, peeling the robe off her body and letting it fall on the floor before trapping her waist in his arms and lie Faith down on the bed.’

They are so sweet I- 🥺🥺

20) ‘Having sex with Loki was special. There never was a learning process, a getting to know each other. Their whole relationship started with a few drinks and a casual fuck, but somehow both knew exactly what to do and when to do it to drive each other crazy. There was something special about all being driven by instinct, by the fact that if you asked them, they couldn’t say either. It was one of those things that just happened. And it happened several times that morning, until exhaustion got the best from Faith (after all, she had been working the night before). Loki didn’t care, though, he was just as happy to hold her in his arms, knowing this time she was his, and watch her sleep until he fell asleep too.’

I... I think I might have found a new OTP. Like... they’re both absolute idiots, yeah. But I love them. And they are so perfect for each other. Yeah, new OTP.

#madness list #a heart on the mend

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