#i feel like he would also be more aggresive in arguments

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

willingly unloved

#ethan winters #leon kennedy #lethan #resident evil #rebhfun #resident evil fanart #roomate au #hello everpony welcom back to crumb cuptoast speculating how re8 and re7 would have changed ethan as a person #hashtag trust issues hashtag paranoia #ok but everyone ethan has ever loved and put his trust into has hurt him #chris hurt him and mia hurt him twice i feel like if he survived re8 he would be way more closed off #i feel like he would also be more aggresive in arguments #in re8 when mia miranda raises her voice at ethan he apologizes and changes the subject but i feel like after constantly being kicked down #he would be a lot angier at the world #hes still sweet but if someone argues with him he will defiently be very defensive

[ethien]

This Account likes Akihiko's new Voice & will defend it to the very end °^°

(I will not answer of any response. I dont like arguments. Thats my personal take and if you feel offened by it, I am sorry in advance)

It gets on my nerves. Really.

I cannot stand the arguments for it. Its too deep for a high schooler, too aggressive for his character. The director made a wrong choice.

And I am be like... ???

Supportive and caring character arent allowed to sound aggresive, to sound rough? I know plenty caring ppl sounding threathing first, but being soft in character.

Every highschooler hasnt a deep voice? Oh come on. I had two classmates with deep voices and it was everytime funny when we all sing bc you heard both of them clearly.

You may can argue about how the director wanted it to sound like but even that... I dont know.

Its not only how the director wanted it to sound like. Its also for the VA. VAs also have some space to experience.

And to say you honor his new VA but saying the director made a wrong choice...its still blame for the new VA. The director chose the VA bc he thought their voice will suit it.

He even said he honored Liams Work, but doesnt want to sound like Liam. I dont see it as a charming point if you say to someone "You sound like X/Y" when they want to recognize as their voice.

If you played reload and experienced all emotional scenes, then you are allowed to say what botheres you.

Even when I dont still get the arguments bc game aside, no one can influence how your voice is sounding. (but thats the argument if we just say akihiko would be a real person, not just a ficitional man in a game)

It is a change, and yeah, nostalgia and stuff. It is a change for me, too. But I am hype for it bc I like the voice being deeper, more rough. I want to get used to it.

But right now, with the few samples, I dont see these argument as a valid base.

Sure, thats also the fangirl defending. I cannot hold myself back, Akihiko turned last year into one of my comfort characters and everything regards him, it is important to me.

This also counts his new VA.

If you really are that disgusted by it, play it on japanese.

#akihiko sanada #personal opinion #persona 3 reload

[strangertheories]

AITA for lying to my boyfriend, causing an arguement and hitting a girl on the head with a roller skate?

I know from the title it sounds like I am a monster and I feel like I am one too, but please hear me out. I (14f) have been in California for one year and at my school, this girl (15f) who I will call Agnes has been mean to me for the whole time. One day we had an assignment on our hero and I chose my father who died in a mall fire and saved a bunch of lives. Agnes mocked my presentation and her friends destroyed my deerayama of my dead father. My teacher stepped in and asked me if Agnes was responsible and even though I said I tripped, she took away Agnes. Agnes blamed me and became angry which is what caused the later events.

My boyfriend, Mark (14m), lives in a town I will say is called Hopkins. We have been having some problems in our love. Or my love. He refuses to say I love you to me and I don't know why. He also keeps looking at my brother's lips and ass but I'm sure that's unrelated. Anyways, I think he thinks I am a worse girlfriend because I no longer have special abilities and has stopped loving me and I didn't want him to think I was weird, so I didn't tell the exact truth in some of my letters. My brother, Walter (14m), has been exaggerating how bad this is, but I made my relationship with Agnes a bit more friendly than it is. Friends don't lie so I would never want to lie to Mark, but I don't think Walter sees it the same way I do.

Recently Mark came to visit Walter and I in California and we took him to the roller rink. This is where all of the context becomes important. Agnes wanted revenge on me after she got in trouble and she overheard Mark saying that we (Agnes and I) were friends. She dragged me out onto the roller rink where Walter told Mark I had been lying to him. They tried to intervene but Agnes humiliated me in front of everyone, including Mark, and spilt a drink down my nice dress. Worst of all, they filmed the whole thing.

I went and hid in a closet. I heard Walter and Mark were 'in the closet' too, so I think they'll understand that. They had a super big argument where Mark blamed Walter for me lying and not telling him the truth and Walter yelled at Mark for not being as good of a friend lately. Mark was aggresively yelling about them being friends when no one said they weren't which was a little weird, but I'm sure everyone does that. After crying for a bit, I went to go and tell Angela to tell my boyfriend it was all a joke so he wouldn't be angry at me, but she only mocked me. She made a comment about my dead father which made me snap; I grabbed a roller skate and hit her face with it. The injury wasn't that serious beyond some bleeding and a scratch, but everyone thought I was crazy. My smelly older brother and his friend, Jim (18m) and Aaron (18m), took me home.

Now my boyfriend can barely look at me. I had a fight with him, and he still can't say that he loves me! I think everyone believes I am a monster. So tell me, am I the asshole?

Update: I've been arrested for "attempted murder" and I have to stay in a bad house, will update later for more.

#this took way too long #stranger things #eleven hopper #byler #will byers #johnathan byers #byers family #mike wheeler #stranger things four #st4 #argyle stranger things #mike wheeler is gay #will byers is gay

[papirouge]

I don't think black women should limit themselves to dating only black men due to some kind of "race loyalty", specially if it's not returned. I can understamd in a way if they're scared that a man of another race (specially a white man) might not understand the struggles that black people face, as I've heard that argument before, but I feel that many don't even open themselves to the possibility of being loved and understood while ending up in relationships with black men that don't respect them or care for them.

I think in certain part it's because of what you mentioned papi, that black women have heard that they're undesirable and no other men will love them that some black men love to spout (and some self hating black women). But there are many men of different races that are attracted to black women, but BW themselves don't open themselves up to the possibility, I think due to fear. Perhaps the stereotype that black women are "too masculine" (aggresive, angry, bossy) that's spread by some BM might make some men weary, but it can be quickly dismantled if black women put themselves out there and are open to meeting men of different backgrounds (and understand that they deserve to be taken care of and protected too).

Stastically, Black women are more brutalized by Black men then White men so rationally speaking, we would rather be scared off dating Black men 🥴

And yes, while a White man might not understand the struggle of existing as a Black person, we Black people also have struggle/experience beyond our race through which we can bond with other people (living from a single mother, poverty, disability, abuse, etc.) Chances are, I might vibe with a White man who's dad was absent more than with a rich Black dude who grew up with his 2 parents... Race isn't everything.

Beside, some Black people never had to face much racism in their life and not being educated about racism that much might not be a very big deal breaker when dating a White person.

Personally it never crossed my mind to limit my dating option to Black men lmao that's why I was so taken aback when I've seen Black American women so race loyal... Like FOR WHAT?? That's why it makes me so happy to see more and more of us snap out of this tragic mentality. Women are just starting to leverage their assets to open their options, so it's funny to see Black men be like "nobody wants you" Do other Black men don't want us, or is that Black women didn't even try🥴 It's just some good ol' gaslighting

Black men really consider us as property. Just yesterday I stumbled on that comment

Look how he's assuming that a Black woman who dated non Black men is a "failed swirler". Like- if past relationships with White men make BW "failed swirler", then what a BW with failed relationship with BM is? 🤔🤔

These men have such a hard time to COPE with the fact that Black women dating other/non Black men they have to input some political/activism mindset behind it (swirling, divestor).... It's almost like Black women went out of their way to date WM ALWAYS out of some cunning intention... Why can't they grasp that BW date non BM because they....like them?

Those men are a major 🚩 and he's very charitable to not date BW who dated WM because I can't imagine how bad they would project their insecurity (of coming after a White men) on their girlfriend.

Shows you how insecure Black men are towards Black women dating out btw👀 Funny how they constantly paint Black women as the jealous ones (of non White women) but there you are, a Black men openly having a problem with dating women who dated White 🤡 like, he doesn't even explain why they have to be avoided... it's just pure, blatant insecurity.

When people are telling on themselves, listen.

#the user is called 'defiesallstereotypes' when dude is the textbook bum black dude I- 💀 #answered

[ihavesomeflowers]

25/01/2023

I have a lot to say about today. Let's start from the beginning. I got up kind of late, at like 2 or 3 PM. That's already a bad sign since i tend to feel better about myself when i get up early, even if i don't end up doing anything, it helps and i feel more optimistic, even. I often watch this content creator, Jschlatt, and he has a channel called ''the weekly slap'' where he just chills and gives advice to people and he's said in the past how he feels the best when he's up and doing things, y'know? Like, getting up in the morning and tackling your day. That's what i strive to achieve, on days i can do that, it's great and even if i end up having a bad day i can at least say, ''i got up in the morning''.

As i said, today wasn't one of those days so i lament having missed out on the morning, it's my favourite time of day, after all. After getting up, i didn't have lunch just a weird kind of 4 PM breakfast that didn't make me too happy but it was food so whatever. After that, i did the dishes, again, while listening to the same podcast as yesterday. This episode talked about Emil Cioran who's quotes i started to read later on and he's quite an interesting fella. Needless to say, i enjoyed the episode a bunch, it made me feel better about my day which i can really appreciate. Here's one quote i like, ''I am displeased with everything. If they made me God, I would immediately resign.'' Honestly, who wouldn't?

And now onto the havier stuff. I had an argument with my girlfriend, well, kind of. I wouldn't exactly say ''argument'', more like, disagreement. This is something we have not seen eye to eye with for some weeks now. The issue is, she suggested meeting this weekend and i said maybe we should wait for the next one. The past few weeks, the same thing has been happening, she says we should see each other and i'm always hesitant. This isn't because i don't wanna see her, i love them more than anything else in the world, this is for external reasons. I have not been doing the best in terms of energy lately. Often times i feel drained and so so heavy, i can't even get up and eat during the day sometimes, i still talk with them and we call a good part of every day but meeting up in person takes so much out of me. She's asked me, ''Is it not worth it?'' and thinking about it, it is. She is worth everything and i am so sorry i struggle with giving her my best, i suppose it's something i'll have to continue working towards in the future.

Continuing with the topic, she said some stuff to me in a tone that i didn't like. This isn't the first time they talked to me very aggresively about this matter and i've explained it to her best as i could, how i'm working towards overcoming it and how sorry i am that it's hurting her in this way but it keeps hapening. They already said sorry and i can tell that she regrets it but the more happens, the more this issue is on my mind and the guiltier i feel. As i've hinted, we resolved it and we are actually on a call, currently. That's a thing i like about this relashionship, if we ever have a tense moment, we are usually alright in the next hour. Even if the problem itself isn't really resolved, i feel better about it after having talked with her about it while being more calm.

I also cried a bit while watching a video on Youtube, which isn't surprising from me, i tend to be quite emotional. I was watching TommyInnit's tribute to the DreamSMP which did quite a number on me, honestly. Laugh all you want but that server meant, and still means, so much to me. It has helped me during the hardest years of my life when i had absolutely no one. Quarentine had just started and i didn't have any friends, i hadn't met my girlfriend yet and i was never one to talk to my family. I was always isolated in my room feeling terrible about myself for not being able to do all of the schoolwork i had to do. After half a year in the pandemic, i just stopped trying. I stopped paying attention to the chats, i never attended the classes and with my parents having no way of knowing about this, they just assumed it was all normal. I felt so guilty and tired and lonely i could barely even bring myself to pretend i had a normal life anymore.

And so, i found Wilbur Soot and fell in love with his content. His jokes, personality, the timing of his commentary, his views on the world, his dramatism, it all made me think that that was exactly how i wanted to be. He quickly became an inspiration, a reason to be someone. Naturally, i came across this silly little series he has on this server and it was insane, i had actually found this piece of media i can let my feelings through. And so it began. So many people that have inspired me to be who i am today were part of this, Tommy, Wilbur, Technoblade, Jschlatt, all of them shaped me into the person i am today. They taught me confidence, bravery, originality, witt, they even sparkled the dramatic little flame that now lives inside of me, they were the ones to bring the theathre kid out of me, that's crazy to me.

In short, they mean a lot to me. The DreamSMP means a lot to me, and watching Tommy speak so passionetly about it and reflecting back on everything, from the people behind the cameras to the actual story and the characters and the relashionships and everything that it has brought to my life, it was a lot. Not in a bad way, of course, it just made me a bit more emotional then usual.

Well, i should really wrap this up, no one likes super long rants about nothing. I think i'll say yes to spending time with my girlfriend this weekend, i miss her. I also haven't done any duolingo stuff i said i was gonna do. Oops. The good thing is, there's always tomorrow, so let's hope i can write something in here in german then, that would be fun. Anyways, see you.

PD1: i love drinking water, makes me feel healthy even when i'm not.

PD2: i love my partner, they are so awesome.

PD3: longing and lament are cool words.

PD4: no hay.

[hangezoeenthusiast]

Dad (part 2 of Papa)

Part 1 Part 3

fem!daughter!reader

word count: 1,285

person: c!schlatt, c!quackity, c!karl, c!sapnap

warnings: physical abuse, cursing, bruises, blood, yelling, alcohol, fighting, eating

synopsis: you were loved, you were cherished, then someone left, and other people replaced that person, and you didn't like that.

(this one is more intense)

You were in your office doing some random work for Tubbo when you heard a knock on your door. “Come in!” you shouted at the door. It creaked upon, and there your papa was, with bruises all around his body.

“Holy shit, what happened?” you stood up from your chair and made your way towards Quackity. He put his hands in front of you, blocking your way towards him, “I’m fine, mi alma, I just got into a fight with someone.” “Well who is that someone, I’m about to beat them up.”

“Calm down Y/n, it’s not that serious.” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S ‘not serious’, YOU HAVE BRUISES ALL OVER YOU, BLOOD STAINED CLOTHES, AND THE WORST OF ALL YOUR WINGS, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR WINGS.” you screamed at him. You were desperate for him to tell the truth.

“I just flew into then tree, that’s why my wings look horrible.” “Papa, please don’t lie to me.” you begged him. “I’m not lying lovely.” “Papa, I know you like the back of my hand, please, just tell me.”

He walked towards you, and put his hands on your shoulders, “Y/n, I can’t tell you, I know you will do something bad.”

“Fine, but this better not happen again.”

You stopped the conversation, not knowing who did that to your papa, not knowing that someone you loved did horrendous act of violence.

-

You were walking on the path when you saw something from your peripheral. It was Schlatt and Quackity, arguing about something. “We have to take down the wall.” “No we’re not, there could be invaders right there, waiting for us to lower down our defenses.”

"WHY WON'T YOU LISTEN TO ME."

"NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME."

Your parents were having a deathmatch, one of them trying to topple the other, but failing. "WHY DO YOU ALWAYS CONDESCEND ME, I'M TRYING TO MAKE THIS NATION BETTER." Schlatt yelled furiously. "YOU ARE NOT MAKING THIS STUPID NATION BETTER, YOU'RE MAKING IT WORSE, I SHOULD'VE NEVER COMBINE MY VOTES WITH YOURS, YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY CAN'T BE A PRESIDENT." Quackity roared.

"TAKE THAT BACK."

"NO YOU TAKE THAT BACK."

You frantically walked over to your dads and interrupted their screaming, "STOP BOTH OF YOU, SHUT UP." The whole conversation became silent, crickets chirping to make up for the argument. "Let's just settle this like normal people, papa, what's your side of the story?" you asked, trying to make them calm down. "WELL THIS SON OF A-" "Papa, quiet down, say it calmly." "Fine", he rolled his eyes, "This son of a bitch wants to take down the wall, full well knowing that Wilbur, Tommy, and their allies could be right on the other side, waiting to overthrow us."

You shook your head with disbelief, "Papa, don't you know that they are can't be in the Dream Smp, they can't be here or outside, Dream banned them." Quackity gaped, he forgot completely about that, "Ohhh, sorry," he said shyly, scratching the back of his neck. "Ok dad, what's your point of view?" you questioned Schlatt. "Well just what you said, Wilbur and Tommy can't be here, so I suggested that we should take down the wall." Quackity was just about to fire up again, "BUT WHAT ABOUT THE OTHERS." "THERE ARE NO OTHERS, YOU'RE JUST PARANOID." "I'M NOT PARANOID, YOU'RE PARANOID."

Their little squabble annoyed the living hell out of you, "Can we just talk normally without any screaming or yelling please?", you pleaded. You just wanted to go about your day, no stress, no arguments, none of that.

"Ok y/n." they synchronized. "Ok, since you guys are being little piss babies, let's do some home therapy yeah, both of you, one at a time, no interrupting the other, tell the other person what they hate about each other, then one thing they like. Dad, you can go first since papa went first last time."

"Well-"

-

That little therapy session didn't work, they just kept interrupting each other everytime the other would say something hateful about them, talk about "good therapy". They split their ways, going off to do something to destress themselves.

You were in your room, watching TV when you heard the front door slam open with ferocity. It was Mr. Jschlatt, too drunk, wobbling around, banging into things, breaking glass jars and plates by accident.

You barged downstairs to find your dad drunk off his face, "Dad, are you ok," you cautiously crept towards him, not trying to get him scared. "Y/n, hey boo, how you doing, how's the wife?" he slurred. "Dad, what do you mean, I don't have a wife, nevertheless a girlfriend." He mumbled, aggresively taking off his suit jacket, tie, and unbuttoning his shirt a few buttons. "Give me some more beer." he demanded of you.

"What do you mean dad, you're already drunk, you don't need more."

He got angered, getting pissed off at you for not getting him beer. So then he got into your face, alcohol lacing his breath, and yelled in your face, "GET ME BEER," then he digged his nails into your shoulder, pushing you down, making you land on the couch. The force was enough to begin a bruise on your body.

"Dad stop, let's go to bed." "I DON'T WANT TO GO TO BED, I WANT MORE BEER."

"DAD STOP." you expected him to just calm down, just go to sleep and apologize to you the next day for shouting at you, that was far from the truth. He picked up and threw a empty glass cup at you, missing, but the glass hitting the wall behind you, shocking you. "WHAT THE FUCK." you screeched, not expecting something to be thrown at you. "Guess I have to get it myself, next time do what I tell you, or there will be consequence, got it." "I got it." you squeaked out.

-

It was the next day, getting up from bed, brushing your face, doing your regular skin care, and taking a shower. After you came out, you looked into the mirror, finding two bruises on your shoulders, and scratches all over them.

"What the hell?" you questioned yourself. "Dad scratched me that hard?" you thought to yourself. You knew that he touched you, but you didn't know that he actually injured you. You got out of the bathroom, and got dressed for the day.

You tried to avoid Schlatt on the way to downstairs, but that failed. "Hey kid, how you doing?" he asked, drinking his coffee, looking normal and without a hangover, not knowing your feelings in the moment. You tried to go past him, but missed your chance. He stopped you, holding your shoulders in place so you couldn't move, "What's the matter?" he asked, not knowing the reason that he was the reason that you were scared.

"Nothing." you murmured. "It's obviously not nothing if you look like you just shit your pants, come on tell me." There was a period of silence, then you spoke up, "Um, someone hurt me." "Who was it, you want me to beat them up." he requested you to tell him.

"It would be hard to beat yourself up." you thought in your head.

"It was you dad." Those four words broke his heart. "Me, are you sure it was me, maybe it was-" you cut him off, "Yes, it was you dad." He broke down, and hugged his arms around you, compressing you into a smell of cigars and expensive cologne, making you flinch slightly, "I'm sorry little one, I'm sorry." he repeated his words, trying to drill his apology into your head.

"Calm down dad, it's ok, I forgive you."

(This was very angsty, damn, also a psa, never, and i repeat NEVER treat anyone like this, even if they did some horrible things)

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[420pogpills]

Hello i hope you dont mind me rambling a bit? You can ignore this if you want to, i just wanted to give a sort of response and my opinion to all the asks about George being killed a lot in the dsmp as a bit and such (this is kind of long sorry about that);

I just wanted to say that im p sure George is the type to have a lot of patience but im also p sure hes very honest with what he feels; atleast from what weve seen recently.

Like Dream has said in his previous alt stream, whenever he asks George about his opinion, he doesnt sugar coat things, he even contradicts Dream's ideas if he believes its wrong. It kind of shows that George isint afraid of stating what he feels and what his opinions are if he believes it to be true; hes very stubborn, and he doesnt mind being argumentative if he wants to be (stated by Dream in Quackitys therapy session)

Another more obvious take would be that Quackity stream where they were making El Rapids, George did not hesitate to bring up being uncomfortable with Quackity making 'bad friend gnf' bits; he even got somewhat aggresive in how he stated it, saying that theres a posibility that people would believe the lies and thats why he doesnt want it to continue. And you can see that Quackity understood that and actually stopped doing that bit and respected George's boundaries

Another thing is that sometimes, George encourages the conflict that starts the whole 'kill gnf thing' i mean, not all the time of course, but there has been multiple instances where he annoys/sasses Sapnap enough to warrant his aggresion, like saying hes out the gang, or flirt-acting with Karl, etc. I know thats very light hearted banter that should not result on gnf dying but there is also multiple times where he would suddenly try to kill Sapnap whenever he was afk, heck, sometimes even Dream

You see, George is a little shit, he would and will initiate a reaction to garner attention, sometimes even be the catalyst for it

Theres moments where its not justified, killing him fr something as simple as a bit does get old, but its obviously something theyve done multiple times in the past (old dream team videos and such) you can see that killing each other is just part of their affection fr one another

Case and point that one stream where GNF killed Dream so many times that Dream actually raged enough to swear, bang his desk and leave the room; like yo, this is a regular thing fr them, George just has the unfortunate bad end of the stick in terms of fighting back, but that doesnt mean the 'killing each other fr shits n giggles' isint reciprocated in their friend group;

Sometimes he even encourages it! Not the dying of course, but he seems to like the rush of being hunted down (no manhunt pun intended lol) but theres a lot of moments where he likes to be fake-hunted, the most recent one being Quackity and him putting the manhunt music and making Q run after him, theres also rare instances where he lets Sapnap fake chase him around as he giggles in the background, a good one that i can give is an old vod where George gets chased down by Awesamdude and they were doing a wierd hide and seek with the trident, he doesnt want to die, but he does seem to have fun running away and being chased by his friends

Like all of those seem to point to George not really minding it, and if it something he doesnt like, im p sure hes old enough to decide in his life what he wants to do with it

Trust me when i say i totally understand what the anon is feeling, cz honestly, i feel the same way at times, cz i dont like gnf to keep dying too cz it does get repetitive, and i do get megative seeing it at times too; but we have to remember that these are George's friends not ours. He decides who he want to be with and he decides what he believes to be right or wrong. His boundaries are different than ours, he could be more patient on these things or he could not even care about it at all, we wouldnt know cz we arent him

And at the end of the day, these people are who George obviously cares about, he has talked with them offline and personally for hours on end, he has prolly lost a fuck ton of sleep, and has the worse sleep schedule cz of these people, if he really doesnt like them or doesnt like what theyre doing to him, i dont think he would spend all his time, day and effort just to talk to them and help them. (But ofcourse these are just my opinions and my speculations from what weve seen, i dont know ot fr sure)

So whenever things get painful to watch, or something you dont like is happening, take a breather, take a break and dont watch for a bit, cz thats what i do; your mental health is more important than forcing yourself to watch something negative you dont like. Put yourself out of that position and take a moment to relax and remember that theyre all friends in the end, and that you dont have to worry so much okay? :]

Sorry if that was too long and rambly >_<

very good points made! :) i don’t even have much to add on that haha

at the end of the day, we see the surface level of them and their friendships. they stream for a few hours a couple times a week if we’re lucky, but talk to each other every single day, for most of the day probably. so there’s a lot we don’t know and don’t see. 

george will stand up for himself when he needs to :) ❤️ we don’t need to defend him from his friends

#ask #forgedraptor #long post #discourse #georgenotfound #cw negative

[chipsfics]

Part 1 - Introduction/Invitation

Part one of my currently-unnamed Inanimate Insanity fanfiction :)! Feat. Tissues and Yinyang. Some shipping but not a whole lot ;)

Rated: PG (A few heavy themes)

Hope you enjoy and much more to come !! :D

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Unlike Tissues, Yinyang knew he was going to be eliminated. Yin did, at least. He figured after a certain amount of time, the viewers just saw him as... Annoying. He had used up his entertainment value- Inanimate Insanity had packaged and squeezed dry his "quirks" of any and all comedy until they were just problems again. He was sure his other half knew elimination was at least a possibility- He was probably too preoccupied with his own thoughts, which sometimes blended together with Yin's. A lot of... "Everyone here hates me," and "I hate everyone here." Seemed like the situation was stressing them both out.

Weeks later, After they were all freed from the closet, Yinyang watched the episode where he was eliminated. Yinyang cried, not because he lost, but something kind of got tangled in his brain watching the way he acted. He was grinding his teeth watching the playback, Yang holding back tears and Yin letting them flow freely. If only, if only, if only. Needless to say, he didn't really remember a lot about what happened cooped up in that tiny closet. He mostly hid in the corner and tried not to grind his teeth down to his gums. Tissues, on the other hand, barely knew what was going on. One place to another, off a plane, rushing from iceberg to dodgeball court, grass field to bleachers- Next thing he knew he sneezed himself through a portal and ended up cooped up in a closet. Once the dizzy feeling cleared and he ended up face down, alone, in an empty closet with a locked door- One thing was abundantly clear: He lost. As usual. When another contestant stepped through the portal, the relief he felt was overwhelming- and as the closet filled up with eliminated contestants, the sense of relief he felt was replaced by self loathing and shame- Everyone else pretty much all hated him. As usual.

When they finally got a breath of fresh air, space to move around, personal rooms and even a breakfast juice bar- After everyone who came in contact with him was thoroughly sprayed down by Soap, nobody hated him anymore. They just didn't talk to him. Although, when he walked in the hallway, Soap would follow a safe distance behind him and clean where he last stepped with disinfectant. That didn't really help his self-esteem.

One quiet afternoon, everyone was still trying to settle into their new (but much nicer) living situations, Tissues got paired with the roommate who hated him the most. One Trophy horseplay, who was the one who stomped his face in more than a couple times while stuck in the closet. Of course, due to the technological advancements of melife, Mephone brought him back immediately after he got the death notification- bzz-ding, Tissues died again, to Trophy's frustration. Living with Trophy, he tried to keep all of his stuff in one corner- And he was kind of being shoved over by Trophy's ever-growing collection of sports equipment. Apparently he had nowhere to put it except for cluttering up their shared bedroom. He didn't have much things anyway- and he spent most of his time in the front game room. Tissues, Yinyang, and a few wanderers in and out every day in that same room, that same dinky game system, the same 4 outdated platforming games. He didn't remember the names of those old things, and he wasn't great at them anyway- It'd surprise you, but he didn't have the best hand-eye-coordination. 

Yinyang was also bad at them. He'd argue and curse and throw the controller and tug at the wires, Tissues would follow slowly behind him in co-op play. It was fun to play with someone who had the same skill level as he did, and it seemed like Yinyang had mellowed out a little from his appearance on the show- Having a bit more freedom and alone time seemed to make Yang calm down and Yin become cheerier and more friendly. If Tissues could say one Inanimate Insanity contestant was his friend- It was Yinyang. They had something big and terrifying in common- They were both freaks. The unlovable tend to find a way to love each other.

~~~~

Yaaaawn. Tissues stretched and looked at the clock- 11:30, about 3 hours earlier than when he usually woke up. He wiped the drool off his face, got up and feverishly brushed his teeth. He realized the breakfast bar was still open for another 30 minutes- More like 25 now that he'd dragged himself out of bed. OJ wasn't the world's most attentive hotel owner, but the breakfast bar seemed like something he was passionate about. There were rumors that he refilled the cereal dispensers by himself and doesn't let anyone else do it. Soap always threw a fit when someone else did the chores for her, although she seemed to have a quiet respect for OJ's breakfast bar. Tissues took the elevator down- He didn't trust himself to go down the stairs because of his vertigo. Lo and behold, someone else bumped into his hand reaching for the down arrow. It was Yinyang! 

"O-oh, go ahead, you first," Tissues said bashfully. 

"No, you first!" Yin chirped. "I assume we're both going down?" 

"Yeah, I'm gonna try and catch the last wave of breakfast, guyse. I'm not usually up this... SNIFF. Early," Tissues said, and jammed his finger into the down button, which started to glow a faint yellow.

"Wait, is the free breakfast thing still open?" Yinyang said, "The one where you can make waffles with the little do-it-yourself waffle iron?" 

"Is that what that is? I thought it was just a weird smoothie dispenser. I thought the stuff that came out of it tasted like waffle batter," He sniffed.

Yinyang laughed. Tissues would have been peeved, but it didn't seem like Yinyang was laughing AT him. That, or just the fact that his laugh was crisp and clear as a ringing bell. Tissues didn't think he heard him genuinely laugh a whole ton of times. It was nice. 

As they waited for the elevator to come up, Tissues noticed one of Yinyang's eyes blinking and drooping. Yang's side seemed to be sleepier than Yin's- His body lagging to one side until he had to jerk back into a standing position. Was it possible for one half to fall asleep and the other half to stay awake? DING. Tissues' train of thoughts was interrupted by the elevator door sliding open. They stepped in, and for the entire ride down Tissues fought as hard as he could not to sneeze- In a closed place like an elevator, that could be very annoying. More annoying than usual. The elevator ride was mostly silent and awkward- It seemed that Yang almost tried to fight on what button to press, but he was too tired and hungry to cause any trouble this early. It was a Saturday after all, the slowest days in the hotel, and once they made it downstairs to the breakfast bar, there didn't seem to be many contestants looking for something to eat so late. Tissues grabbed a paper plate and put a blueberry muffin on it, and got a small paper cup of orange juice. He noticed Yin and Yang were having some sort of quiet argument about what to get for a drink. Tissues couldn't help but overhear-

"Coffee." Yang spoke in a harsh whisper. "Not today, Water." Yin replied. "Coffee." "Juice, then." "Ok, Fine." "Apple juice." "I want orange." "Not today. Apple Juice feels more..." "Pure?" "Yeah." "Bull." "Let's just get our food, I'm too tired to argue." "..." "..." "Me too." 

Tissues seemed distracted, until Yinyang moved down the line and bumped him further down. He looked away, face flushed, and moved to the couch, flicking on the TV- He felt like he had just intruded on Yinyang's privacy, but Yinyang didn't seem to care. He'd grabbed apple juice and a pastry of some kind, filled with cream cheese. Yinyang and Tissues ate together, Tissues sitting on the carpet and Yinyang on the couch close by, both staring at the gameshow program that was playing on TV- something that aired often, it was starting to get old. That and the fact that the episodes are hard to tell apart. Same host every time, same backdrop, same formula. Because of this, Tissues' mind couldn't help but wander, and so did his eyes. Yinyang was focused intently on the tv, one hand, Yin's, tapping the sides of the paper cup and the other, Yang's, lifting the pastry to his mouth and taking a bite. They seemed to have figured out a good way to eat without arguing. 

"So," Tissues said, breaking the silence.

"Yes?" Yin said politely. 

"Can i sit next to you guyse?" Tissues asked. Yinyang looked a bit puzzled.

"Sure. Why not?" Yinyang said, "Just try not to get any of your germs on me." Yang grumbled. Yin pinched his arm. "Don't be rude," Yang growled, but once Tissues got up and hopped up onto the couch cushion next to him, Yang seemed to have forgotten about it. Tissues was so short he had to put in a lot of effort to get onto the couch- It was almost comical. Because of that, he preferred to sit on the ground. People seemed to prefer him down there anyway. It was kind of nice, up there, though, and honestly the only thing he felt different was... More comfortable, and taller. It was nice. He hadn't even noticed the TV program changing from the game show to an ad break- some kind of infomercial on chairs. 

"Sooo.... Do you want to go and check out the pool today? I've heard that there's like, complimentary towels. I haven't actually been there yet," Tissues said.

"Are you... asking us to hang out with you?" Yinyang said curiously. 

"Well sure," Tissues smiled. "We're friends, right?"

"Umm..." Yinyang's face flushed a bright red. "Of course!" Yin chimed. 

"Whatever." Yang added, clenching his jaw and slightly baring his sharp teeth.

"I just didn't wanna show up alone. Can you swim?" He asked. Yinyang looked away.

"Not really," He said, embarrassed. "It takes a lot of coordination, and Yin hates listening." Yang said aggresively. Yin glared at his other half. 

"Ohhh thats cool. I can't either," Tissues replied. "I was just planning on sitting by the side. Maybe putting my feet in- Its just nice to have like... uhh. SNIFF. Change of scenery... I like the chlorine smell." 

"Well that sounds nice!" Yinyang said. "But we need to go back to our room first, Right?" Yang sounded like he was directing the question less towards Tissues and more towards Yin. 

"Oh. Well that's ok. I'm here all day," Tissues said, pulling his mouth into a goofy half-smile. Yinyang finished off his apple juice and got up, silently turned and smiled towards Tissues, and walked away. Tissues wondered what he was thinking about. 

~~~~

#inanimate insanity #fanfiction #ii #ii2 #fanfic #yinyang #tissues #tissyang #tissuyang #yissues

[ethereal-blossom]

OOOOOOO 500 MILESTONE CONGRATS!! i hope this isn't too much for you, considering you already have a butt load of stuff to work on, so take your time yeah? luv u💕✨

character: dazai my beloved akdjcncjlskak

personality

super laidback, pretty patient and empathetic i think, i try to put myself in other people's shoes so yeah, i am just. i am just here. i am chilling. but school threatens to ruin my vibe, i mean like yeah i do kinda count to as a prodigy and schoolwork is p easy for me but hey!! i'm a lazy ass kid i don't wanna do school

i generally am not the analyzing kinda person, but if it's about smth i like dazai or i am required too then i'd say i'm pretty great at that

i am pretty affectionate w friends and ia m the ceo of putting hearts at the end of every sentence when thanking my friends or compementing ppl i adore

i will aggresively kick and scream you into self-love. double the hearts, and i have an arsenal of wholesome memes. beware

generallly i dislike arguments. as much as possible i wanna solve problems without the heated screaming and clawwing at each other thanks, if i do get into a fight i'll most likely apologize first ater i cool down

apperance traits i love: i have kinda side swept-ish wavy hair that goes from black to brown so that's rlly cool !! also chubby cheeks gang yeah 😎😎😎

hobbies/passion: i love to draw i'm literally an artist i draw a lot. i. i just love to fuckign draw. mwah. i also love everything pink. pink is wonderful color, the only color ever actually. and i love putting characters dazai in pink even more

relationship: uh like rlly strong platonic/familial kinda!! like yeah we were there for each other even in mafia times! big bro + lil sis combo let's go!!

ALSO IN THE 500 MILESTONE THING I FORGOT TO SAY I'M SORRY AAAAAAAAA

hobbies/passion: i love?!?? to collect!?!? keychains and plushiesand anything that looks cute!!? i don't have alot since my mom doens't let me buy a lot (even if they're rlly cheap, as compared to the closet of bags she has that hypocrite😒😒😒) but at least i've developed a sense of money saving

personality: would drag a hoe for my friends or family

relationships: also in the familial they're not related but theykre still fam jskdhdnkaa

again i'm so sorry if this is too much or if i've scattered the info all over the place ;-; ty for writing for us and blessing us w ur creations, luv u!!💕✨

____

a/n: thank you so much! oof, and if i took my time- but i’m finally back🙈 also, you sound so cute and amazing!💕

dazai was known to be a womanizer back in the port mafia. your first encounter with dazai was when he tried to flirt with you. you had to give it to him: dazai was smooth. however, you knew better. you usually didn’t observe people’s behavior unless they caught your attention, and those empty looking eyes did exactly that. 

no, it wasn’t attraction at first sight. at least, not in the way people would expect. you, who always kicked self-love into your friends and who found it easy to emphasize with people, saw a man in need of a warm hug. 

dazai liked the challenge of making you attracted to him. rather did dazai know it was the start of a friendship so tight that it made you feel like family. 

the port mafia is a cold and cruel world, yet you felt warm and soft to dazai. he didn’t know at first how to handle your sweet gestures and the hearts you put behind every sentence. it made him hide behind his humor. after awhile though, dazai noticed he would look forward to those messages filled with hearts. it had a comforting and innocent charm. he even loved the wholesome memes.

you supported dazai in the best way you could. even when dazai left the port mafia, he made sure to be in touch with you. was it dangerous? yes, but he feared what you would do if he didn’t. 

the members of the armed detective agency were quite surprised once they found out about you. they first thought you were dazai’s sister since they saw how close you were. maybe it was the way dazai pinched your cheeks, introduced you like his little sister and playfully tucked your beautiful hair. 

even though arguments were rare, they still happened sometimes. the arguments would mostly be about dazai’s suicidal behavior when he would take it too far. you would try to help him and talk about it, but dazai has a habit of closing himself off at those moments. you would both let each other be and do something to calm down. you were usually the one to come back first and apologize.  

sometimes, dazai would show a mature side of him and take the fault upon him. and sometimes, dazai didn’t have the strength to. then he would feel a certain emotion realizing he had made you worried, sad and guilty. at those moments, dazai would wear a completely pink outfit that you once bought for him the next day. dazai wanted to see that beautiful and warm smile on your face. 

talking about presents- dazai knew how much you loved anything that looks cute. if dazai made the conclusion that you had a bad day, he would ditch work and shop for keychains or plushies and surprise you. 

dazai would always ask a drawing of him in return as joke. he loved seeing you draw and he often observed your hand movements. seeing you draw, calmed his mind. dazai would also ask you to draw weird but specific drawings so he could mess with his partner. 

all by all, i can see dazai being in need of a friend like you. someone who can fill his life with the warmth and love of a friendship so close that people mistake them for brothers and sisters. 

[joonclouds]

Heat Packs | YoongixReader

You make a scrunchy face at the sandy-haired boy. “Not so bad? All I was, was concerned and he saw fit to make me feel as worthy as the dirt under your shoe.”

“I don’t wear shoes.”

When you raise an eyebrow pointedly at him, Taehyung holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, shoe police, calm down.”

-

Yoongi x Reader (and shoeless friend Taehyung)

Plot: Producer!Yoongi, fluff at the end, kind of enemies to lovers?? arguments to lovers? idk man Yoongi is bad at expressing feelings

Warnings:  It gets a bit hot and heavy at the end but nothing else unless you want to consider cringey fluff as a warning lol

Wordcount: 7.3k

Note: Quarantine is still very inspiring. I am still very bad at naming my fics. producer!Yoongi is *chefs kiss* Hope ya’ll are well x *kisses*

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It is a Tuesday evening in mid November that you decide you hate Min Yoongi. Hate was a strong word for you. Most of the time you hovered between a state of neutrality to mild displeasure, and sure, you’d been harbouring a (maybe not so subtle) crush on your reclusive boss, but you decide today that it was time to Burn That Ship cause you hate Min Yoongi.

You stand there, heart pounding. From embarrassment or from anger, you can’t really tell at this point - but heck, it wasn’t even your fault. Indignant, that’s what you felt. You had heard a loud bang and crash from his recording studio, and in a moment of panic and concern you’d rushed in to check if everything was okay.

Turns out he was moving his large bass speakers and didn’t need (or deserve, you think huffily) any of your help. Maybe you should have knocked first, but -

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Never heard of knocking?”

See, you were a Badass Bitch™. Which is why now your face is flushing an angry red, mouth open, ready with a snappy comeback. But Badass Bitch™ is also paranoid and doesn’t like confrontations, so she takes a baton and whacks the retort right out of your mouth. So you close your mouth again, stand there silently and look down. And if it could get worse, it does - a prickling at the back of your eyes starts to grow.

“And you’re just going to stand there?” The black-haired boy cocks a brow at you.

“I.. I heard a crash so I just came in to make sure everything was okay and-“

“What is this, your house? Is your name on the outside of the door?”

You wring your hands behind your back and pinch the fleshy part of your palm to ease the growing lump in your throat. No, you refuse to cry in front of him. After three months of working here you’d thought you’d finally wormed your way into the category of “acceptable humans to Min Yoongi”, but clearly you had not. In fact, as of now, you probably didn’t even exist on the Venn diagram.

“I.. No, but… I…”

“Does it. Say your damn name. On. My. Studio. Door.”

You stand there, speechless, mouth opening and closing, looking for something to say. A fat tear starts to pool in your left eye and threatens to spill, but by some miracle you manage to hold it in. Barely.

Yoongi lets out a sharp breath and makes his way across the room, yanking the door wide open.

“The rule here is no one comes into my studio. Get the fuck out.”

-

You are still crying as you sharpen the twentieth coloured pencil on the living room floor you share with a pixie of a girl called Chungha, who sits opposite you with her chin propped on folded knees.

“You should do this for a living, you know. Given how many times you’ve done this already.” She comments

“What, the crying?” You stutter out confusedly between a hiccup and a sniff.

“I meant the pencil sharpening.”

You blow your nose wetly into a tissue. “I can’t help it, okay? I cry. When people. Shout at me.” You choke out the last few sentences in between sobs.

All your admission does is bring forth another wave of tears.

“So who made you cry this time?”

“Min Yoongi. Min. Fucking. Yoongi.” With each syllable you turn the pencil with a newfound gusto, taking some sort of vicarious pleasure in watching the wood getting shaved off in neat strips.

Chungha’s eyes widen. “As in, owner of the studio, Min Yoongi. Your ridiculously elusive, black-clothes-only, don’t-come-into-my-office, hot in a weird way, Min Yoongi?”

You nod aggresively. “I hate him. So much.”

“You don’t mean that.”

You consider locking Chungha in the storeroom.

“Maybe he just had a bad day?” She offers.

“What did I do to deserve this? All I did was check on him in his studio!” In your angst you stop sharpening. You imagine the little plastic sharpener is Yoongi’s stupid head and you hurl it across the carpet.

“I’m sorry he shouted at you.” She pulls a Kleenex out of the box and dabs gently at your face. “Even if he told you not to go in, but you didn’t deserve that. He’s an idiot. Men are idiots.”

“I was just trying to be nice!” You protest, voice rising a good four octaves. “I heard a loud thud so I got worried and I rushed in without thinking, but turns out he was just moving his speakers and he just got so mad and saying all those mean things - “ you trail off slowly as hiccups and sobs leave you incoherent.

“You know how he is, grumpy old man. I’m sure he’ll apologise.” Chungha offers you another tissue. “And honestly my love, there’s no point crying now you’ve already forgiven him so…”

“I. Havent.”

“Tell me that when you next speak to him and aren’t a puddle of mush.”

You fling your snot-stained tissue at her.

—

The next week when your shift comes around, you still show up for work. Even though you are half an hour late from pacing up and down the street outside, considering if you should just not show up to spite him. It took three existential crises, five tears, and many muttered curses about the offending human being, but eventually you find yourself in the lift up to the recording office. You didn’t like to admit it, but you were the type who was quick to anger, but quick to cool.

Though cooling didn’t mean forgiveness. You were good at compartmentalisation and that was exactly what you were going to do.

The idea of not landing yourself in crippling school fee debt was wholly enticing, and to do that you needed this job as an admin at the recording offices. It paid well, and was easy enough. Keep the place clean, stock the pantry, manage the room bookings, make sure no one breaks equipment. Make ramen for customers. Don’t go into Min Yoongi’s studio. Even if he suffered a heart attack and might be dead. Easy.

You steel yourself with a breath and push open the swinging door with gusto, making a beeline for the reception with your head down and eyes trained on your shoes. Just get behind that tall white counter and you’d be safe -

“Oof.”  - if you didn’t first collide with a broad, hoodie-clad chest.

Warm hands grip your shoulders to steady you. “Whoa, watch where you’re going, little pea.”

You smile as you step back to see a familiar face face that takes your breath away. “I didn’t know you were coming in today!”

Taehyung, or Tae, as you had come to know him, was one of the regulars at the studio. A music student with a voice deep and syrupy as honey, and a face just as sweet to match - he made hearts go ba-dump in chests. Even after six months of seeing him three times a week, and the knowledge that he was already (secretly) attached to his art school’s equally pretty-boy dance major, you as a normal human being were still not safe from Tae’s charms.

“Yeah, I had some free time - Jimin’s off putting in extra hours in the dance studio so I figured I’d come here.”

You’re glad for his presence as you go behind the reception and get ready for work.

Tae walks up on the other side of the counter and rests an elbow on it, chin propped in his palm. From behind his long bangs you can see he’s sporting a bit of a twinkle in his eyes. He looks at you expectantly and you’re confused for a moment but it all clicks into place.

You fall into the chair behind the reception and let your head loll back on the backrest, giving him the side-eye. “What is it, Tae?”

He grins mischeviously. “So Yoongi unleashed the kraken on you, huh.”

“If by kraken you mean Mr. Shouty Pants, then yes, the kraken.”

Tae lets out a barking laugh. “Let him off the hook, fisherman. He’s not so bad once you get to know him - he wasn’t always like this, you know.”

You guess is that if that stupid recluse had anything such as a friend, then Taehyung would probably be the closest thing to it. But then again your guess was as good as useless because it was near impossible to not like Tae - he was definintely overly-friendly, but not in a smothering way and boy, did it grow on you. Out of all the people who came and went in the studio, Taehyung and about four other people were the only ones you had ever seen Yoongi say more than three words to in a single sentence. Well, now you were included in that category too, but for very different reasons.

You make a scrunchy face at the sandy-haired boy. “Not so bad? All I was, was concerned and he saw fit to make me feel as worthy as the dirt under your shoe.”

“I don’t wear shoes.”

When you raise an eyebrow pointedly at him, Taehyung holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, shoe police, calm down.”

After a moment, he adds, “are you still angry?”

You sigh in resignation. “Honestly? Not really. I decided I need this job more than my dignity.”

Tae chuckles good-naturedly.

“Oh, by the way could I have the restroom key, Jungkook’s track got rejected again and the idiot’s gone and locked himself in there. Again.”

Bending to look under your table for the right set of keys, you cant help but feel the little worm of resentment wriggle in your heart. “If he were even half decent he’d apologise.” You grumble quietly.

“Looks like he already has.”

“What did you say?” You emerge from under the desk, a little red in the face, and hold the keys out to Tae.

“Thanks!” Tae grins widely at you as he takes the keys and makes in the direction of the hallway, calling out behind him, “Ramen at 9?”

“Choosing to have ramen with me over Jimin? I’m honoured.”  You tease.

Turning back to your desk you notice a little convenience store heat pack with a yellow sticky note that says ‘it’s getting colder’ messily scribbled on it. Tae must have put it there while you were searching for the keys - a right shame he batted for the other team, the boy was so sweet.

“Thank you for the heat pack!”

“Not my doing!” Is his muffled reply from inside the corridors, but you just leave it at that.

—

Taehyung trains his eyes on the mop of black hair sitting in front of him at the audio console. He slowly swings in the spinny chair he’s kneeling backwards in, arms and chin on the high backrest.

After a couple minutes of silence Yoongi turns around.

“Tae I swear. I tolerate you, but if you continue staring at me while spinning in that chair for one more second I will enforce a shoes-on policy on this studio.”

The spinning continues, a playful gleam in the younger boy’s eyes. I call bluff. “When I’m gone, who else will you spill all your admin staff related problems to?”

Yoongi lets out a resigned sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Why he chose to let this shoeless, pajama-clad hooligan into his life he would never know.

“This is about ____, isn’t it?”

Taehyung nods. “What you gonna do about it?”

“Nothing.”

He stops spinning in the chair. “Hyung. You didn’t misplace her printing, spill coffee on her notes, make her give out flyers in the rain, put in her pay three days late, or even ask her to make ramen for Jungkook.” (The boy eats four packets in one go.) He lists them all out on his fingers, much to Yoongi’s further annoyance.

“Heck, maybe even collectively doing all of those things might have been better.” He wags an accusing finger in his face, but Yoongi chooses not to acknowledge it. Just like he’s trying not to acknowledge the huge clusterfuck that was this situation with you.

“You made _____ cry. The _____ who waters the stupid plant outside your door and replenishes the bottled water in your personal fridge after you run out because you’re too damn lazy to do it yourself. You’d both die of dehydration if not for her.”

“You both?”

“You and the plant outside, you fucking dumbass, since both of you have so much in common.”

Yoongi slumps deeper into his chair, twiddling with the rings on his fingers uncomfortably. He’s looking at his three computer screens filled with music arrangements but all he can see is your face, hurt and angry. There was a particular point where he saw a tear threaten to escape and he can’t remember feeling like more of an asshole. He’s frustrated that you make him frustrated with your stupid pretty face all crumpled up like that and the fact that he’d been the one to -

“So?” Taehyung asks expectantly.

Yoongi has a defeated look on his face. “I already apologised!”

Taehyung gives him a stare that was equal parts appalled and in disbelief. “With a two dollar heat pack you bought from the convenience store? Which you left on her desk, along with some random post-it and no name. She thinks it’s from me, by the way.”

“She should have been able to tell? ... From the handwriting?”

Taehyung just looks at him.

“I didn’t mean what I said, Tae.” He adds huffily after a short silence. You know why I get so prickly when people come into my studio without permission.”

“Hyung, but ____ doesn’t know that.” He reasons with a softer tone. “I know you like her. If you didn't you’d have fired her on the spot. She’s the best one yet, and pretty, too. I bet if you explained yourself she’d forgive you.”

He hates it, but Taehyung was right when it came to things like this. Your feelings had been hurt and insulted (unjustly so by him) and he didn’t know how to fix it, so he’d just avoided coming out of his room or being at the studio when you were working your shifts. Which had turned out to be an unexpected inconvenience because you were there, manning the reception and running the room bookings more often than he had thought.

“Knew she was trouble from the moment I hired her.” Yoongi grumbles.

“Stop it, old man. You’re just saying that because you like her.”

And indeed you were, all doe-eyed and warm smiles in a floral print dress catching him off guard the day you tentatively pushed the doors of the studio open, asking about the position opening for a receptionist.

Yoongi soon discovered, over the three months you’d been here so far, that you were also a college student struggling to pay her bills, and your shy disposition hid a sharp tongue and intelligent dry wit that had left him chuckling below his breath before he could stop himself. You were definitely trouble, and just his kind.

“After you apologise you should just ask her out already,” tae adds, “she’s totally got a thing going for you."

Yoongi scoffs. “Yes, _____ totally has a thing for me and my winning personality.” He puts his hand on his chin in mock contemplation. “Now I know why she ran off crying. She’s in love with me.”

“I said, after you apologise. Properly. She’ll forgive you.”

“Maybe I can just fire her. Then I don’t have to see her again.” He groans.

“Then I’d never forgive you.”

The words were sharp, but that was just Taehyung. There was somehow always a kindness to everything he did or said, even if it was an unpleasant thing; it had made Yoongi see the error of his ways more than once. The kid was more mature than anyone gave him credit for.  

Tae pushes off the chair and claps an encouraging hand on the older boy’s shoulder before turning to leave the room.

“Just say sorry, Yoongi. It’s not that hard.”

—

The way Dongwon looks at you as he leans on the reception counter makes you uncomfortable. In the kind of way that you can feel his eyes on your face, your throat, your shoulders. It makes you want to take a shower. Not that you were wearing anything revealing. In fact, you are the antithesis of sexy right now in what Chungha liked to call The Nun Outfit - a  white turtleneck knit and a plain black midi skirt that fell to your shins.

Nevertheless, you force a smile out, respecting that this was one of Yoongi's previous work partners. “I’m sorry, but Yoongi specifically told me not to allow any unscheduled reservations today.”

“Come on babe. I left shortly after you arrived, but you know who I am. I just gotta pick something up, and use studio B for a while.”

His usage of the affectionate term on you makes your skin prickle but you shake it off. “Maybe you could leave a message?”

Fumbling at your desk, you reach for a pen and a notepad, pointedly ignoring the way Dongwon is leaning in closer, not sparing you an inch of his scrutiny. “Here, you can use this -"

“Are you fucking him?”

You freeze. “What?"

Dongwon gives you a once over and runs his tongue on the inside of his cheek. You think you’re going to throw up.

“Are you two fucking? Is that why you’re listening to him like a good little - ”

Yoongi is nothing if not a possessive man. So when he catches the tail end of your conversation with Dongwon on his way out to get this third Americano of the day, and sees Dongwon looming over you like you're his next meal, he feels a sharp, intense anger pressing against his chest.

“The heck do you want?” Yoongi is seething as he enters the reception area, but he tames the flames quickly. His tone is deceptively level.

Dongwon looks away from you and a weird expression crosses his face, but it’s schooled quickly. “Yoongi, my man.” He greets emptily.

“I’m just visiting. Seeing how you’re doing.”

“Great.” is Yoongi's clipped reply as he sets his empty cup on the counter and tosses a couple of bills in front of you.

“Im sorry, sajangnim, I told him you said no unscheduled -”

“Iced americano, triple shot.” Yoongi cuts you off. 

He looks at you pointedly, the first time he’s acknowledged you since he had shouted at you a week ago. Under normal circumstances you’d have snapped back about how ‘so we’re only speaking if you need me to be the coffee lady’ but today you just take the money and leave the office, glad to be out of there. You drag your feet, walking as slow as possible to the cafe downstairs and pray the barista takes longer, but there’s only so much time you can kill before you have to go back up. Coming to the end of the corridor you just hope they’re both gone by the time you get back so it saves you the confrontation but -

You stop just before they can see you through the glass door.

"You don't talk to my people that way."

"Your people?" You don't need to see Dongwon's face to know he's sporting a twisted mocking expression.

"What’s the matter, she’s free game if you guys aren’t sleeping together." His leering tone makes you blanch. "With a face like that? She's way out of your league, man, and even if you were fucking, it doesn't mean you can't share - “

Dongwon is cut off when you hear the loud, telling smack of a fist connecting with a face. It is all you can do to not drop the coffee in your hand, the other coming to cover your mouth to muffle a gasp.

“God, what the fuck is wrong with you, Yoongi? Who shoved a cactus up your ass?”

There is a brief scuffling noise, and the sound of some pushing and shoving, but quickly, it is quiet again.

“You know I could end your career in one phonecall, right?” You can barely hear Yoongi from where you are, but one thing’s for sure. You’ve never heard him like this before. Angry and menacing.

“I know what you’re here for. I’m not going to fall for it again. I kept quiet to protect the people in Namjoon’s company, but don’t you for one damn moment think I don’t know you’re the stealing bastard who took my demos and used them as your own.”

"And when Namjoon realises what your work is like - ha!" Yoongi snorts. "I was gonna watch you die a slow and public death but I guess that can be sped up."

Suddenly, things click into place with a shrill clarity. You don’t hear Dongwon say anything.

“You. Owe. Me. So you be a good little bitch and apologise to _____ when she comes back, and if you even so much as breathe on the corner of my block again, I’m going to fucking end you.”

“Yoongi you -“

If there was a good time for Badass Bitch™ to make an appearance it would probably be now. So you squeeze your eyes shut and with a deep breath, push open the office door.

“Coffee’s here!” You say a little too brightly, like you didn’t just walk in on an altercation.

Dongwon is trapped against the counter, collar gripped in Yoongi’s fist. He’s sporting a shiner on his cheekbone. Your lip trembles, but you manage to hold it in place. After a tense moment, Yoongi releases his grip with a disgusted exhale. Dongwon brushes himself off, turning away to straighten his shirt.

You place the coffee cup on the counter, turning to Yoongi and holding out a small fist. When he just looks at you, you grab his wrist and deposit some coins in his hand. You notice his knuckles are definitely pink.

“Your change.”

Yoongi ignores you, looking over your head at Dongwon. He opens his mouth like he’s about about to throw a nasty remark, but then closes it again with fire burning in his eyes and turns to leave.

“Oi. You forgot something. ” Yoongi’s tone is dangerous, warning.

Dongwon looks back, eyes still blazing, gaze shifting to you when Yoongi tilts his head in your direction.

He scoffs before pushing the door open, but then as he leaves he spits out begrudgingly, “Sorry, or whatever.”

You stand there in shocked silence for a good full minute before your senses come back to you. You turn to Yoongi again, grabbing his wrist to examine his hand.

“Yoongi, your hand -“ you start, but he’s already yanking it back from your grasp and muttering an angry “I’m fine”, before grabbing his coffee off the counter and heading back into his studio with a slam of his door.

-

If Yoongi’s day could have gotten any worse, it just did. There is a knocking on his door, for the third time in a row now and -

Knock knock knock.

He groans, yanking the door open. If he could get any more pissed off, he does, when he comes face to face with Taehyung.

“The fuck do you want, Tae, I swear if it’s nonsense again -"

"Stop taking your problems out on other people, hyung. Getting real tired of your shit here."

Yoongi groans internally. Tae was right. Again.

"Sorry. Its been a day. Dongwon was here earlier." He explains wearily, and the younger boy softens a little with understanding.

"S'okay. He's gone now?"

"Yeah, left him with a present too." Taehyung eyes Yoongi's hand that rested on the doorframe. He nods a few times, and then shoves a plastic bag into Yoongi’s hands.

“I have a present for you. It’s from ____.”

Your name stuns him for a moment. “Wait. Who?”

“____. She asked me to give it to you. I think she’s too afraid to give it to you herself.”

“What? Why?”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, just rolls his eyes before walking away. Yoongi shuts the door and slumps back in his chair, hand coming to massage his temples but he winces when he tries to make a fist. His knuckles are an angry, painful red. He definitely hit Dongwon harder than he’d intended.

Sighing, he empties the contents of the little bag onto the table and finds a tube of anti-inflammatory ointment, a roll of bandages, and a little pink post it note. It’s from you. You’ve doodled a smiling caricature of yourself with a tiny speech bubble that says ‘thank you!’.

He picks it up, running a finger over the smiley face and plasters in the top right hand corner.

-

Huddling deeper into your coat as you trudge miserably back down the street in the direction of the studio, you silently thank Tae for the heat packs he’s been leaving you - though he always denies it and you wonder why. Of course it’s just your luck that you left your house keys at the office on the coldest night of the month.

It’s not that Yoongi was avoiding you, you reason to yourself, as you walk, he was always like that. Aside from the first interview, you didn’t get a second glimpse of him till the third week into your new job. And even then you didnt really know what he actually looked like, because his face was always covered with a mask or a black cap pulled low. You heard more about your boss than how much you actually saw him.  

Maybe he just felt embarrassed by the whole two situations? You reason to yourself. Frankly you were over the whole shouting fest. Maybe he just had an off day, so what? (Chungha was right, you were just a little miffed that he didn’t apologise to you, but you guessed he’d redeemed himself). As you round the corner you kick a stray pebble that bounces down the street -

Oh.

You remember the first time you had a Good Look at Yoongi. Not just glimpses of eyes under a cap pulled low, or a flash of his profile as he tugs his hood up over his head. Like, a real proper stare. It was about a month and a half in, when you were heading to water the plants outside his studio before you ended your shift, and caught him working late with the door open.

You had imagined him to have coarse, unrefined features, what with his reclusive, gruff personality. And so you were caught by surprise, when you're greeted with a delicate side profile, strong brows slightly furrowed in concentration as he experiments with different chords on the keyboard with long, elegant fingers. A plush lower lip is worried between a row of clean, straight teeth. It was an unconventional kind of handsomeness, a kind that made you want to look, and look again.

But it's like he knows you're there and looks up. Before you can apologise out of habit, he closes the door in your face, your gaze meeting his for a split second. His eyes are angled with an almost feline quality under long lashes, sharp and guarded. You didn’t know what they guarded, but you felt a curiosity take bud in your chest and it was in that moment you knew you were very much in trouble.

But it is not clear how much trouble you are in. And you thought you were clear of that trouble, given the happenings of the past weeks. But now you realise any chance of being clear of it is now shot to shit when you round the corner of the street and see him crouching at the curb outside the building near a small ball of fur.

He’s playing with a cat.

Softly, the three-coloured cat he’s watching purrs, abandoning the can of tuna in favour of rubbing itself against Yoongi’s shin. He pulls a hand out of his hoodie pocket and reaches down to scratch between its ears. A gentle, endearing smile finds its way onto his face. You feel your heart squeeze.

But like the last time, before you can make your presence known, he looks up. He knows. There’s an expression on his face like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been.

Yoongi quickly stands up and shoves his hand back into his hoodie pocket as you approach. It is at this point a small logical part of his mind registers that it would be a good time to apologise to you, but for the most part it is a mental re-enactment of a keyboard smash when you give him an unsure smile and a tiny wave. All swaddled in your coat and scarf, you were so cute, and holy shit you were walking over and he had no clue what he was going to say.

“So you’re the one spoiling him.” You murmur as the cat leaves Yoongi to pad over to you.

“Him?” He replies dumbly.

You nod to the meowing ball of fur curling around your ankles. “Him. I named him Jimin.”

“Jimin.” He repeats slowly. “A very human name?”

Yoongi watches you, as you watch the cat, a small smile gracing your face. “He reminds me of a friend of a friend. Small and cute. But has claws. And very clingy once he gets close to you.”

You look up to catch him staring, and he quickly redirects his attention to a streetlamp in the distance. “Yeah, I’ve been feeding him for a couple of weeks now. You’re definitely right about him being clingy.” Yoongi admits sheepishly as he shifts his weight from foot to foot.

Crouching to give Jimin a head scratch, you can sense Yoongi wants to say something. But you reckon he doesn’t know how. You think about giving him a hard time, but you don’t. You figure getting caught feeding a little cat is enough punishment for him.

“Don’t worry, sajangnim. I won’t tell anyone." You say with a little smile. "I’ll keep your image intact.”

Your smile makes his brain short circuit. "What?"

You let out a laugh because this was the most flustered you’d ever seen Yoongi, over a cat, no less! (you were wrong about this) And boy, was it amusing.

It's a light, happy noise and it's so pretty, Yoongi thinks. A pretty laugh for a pretty girl.

"Y'know, your whole brooding, all black, don't talk to me, mysterious guy image." You make a mask gesture over your face and then to him in mock disbelief.

"Playing with cats isn't very on brand of you, but I'll keep that information to myself."

Yoongi laughs then, and he dips his head to try and hide it, but from where you're crouching with Jimin you're treated to a glimpse of the cutest gummy smile that makes your heart turn into mush. You mentally note to prepare yourself for the next time he does that.

Putting your hands on your knees you push yourself back up and you both stand in companionable silence for a little while, watching the little cat go back to his bowl of tuna.

“I’m gonna -“

“Yeah so - “

The expression of mild surprise quickly turns into amusement on Yoongi’s face, and it makes you laugh softly into your palm like a shy fifteen year old. You quirk your head at him. Yoongi feels like it is really unfair for someone to be this cute.

“You first.”

Yoongi rubs the back of his neck with his hand and looks up at you from behind the hair falling in his eyes.

“I’m. Uh.” He stutters. “Realised I never apologised for that day.”

“It’s okay,” you smile reassuringly. “I’m over it.”

“You are?”

“Yeah.” You shrug. “I mean, granted you were a Top Notch Asshole, but I guess it was just a bad day for you.”

“I deserve that. Taehyung told me I should stop taking my anger out on others. Its true.”

“I accept your apology. Everyone has their own… thing.” You say stupidly after not being able to find better words.

“I just have issues sometimes. With... intellectual property.” He gestures vaguely in the air, trying to explain the best he can and you understand that he doesn’t really want to say more.

“I know.”

Yoongi’s brow knits in confusion for a moment before realisation dawns upon him.

“You heard us.”

You nod with a tight smile. “I didn’t mean to.”

Yoongi nods. “You’re not curious?”

“I am.” You consider this for a while, before adding: “but I don’t want to hear it if you don’t want to tell me.”

Yoongi doesn’t say anything, just continues staring at you. He likes that you are perceptive, and that you don’t feel like you’re automatically owed a lengthy explanation (even though he feels like you were). He likes your humour and the way you say things, and how every emotion is displayed so clearly on your face. He used to hate it because he thought it was a lack of tact, but honesty like yours is something he’s recently come to treasure a lot.

His staring makes your skin prickle all over and your cheeks flush, so you look for something to say.

“So all the receptionists who've worked for you become your punching bag, or was it just me?”

“Only the pretty ones.” He's sporting that cheeky gummy smile again.

He thought you were pretty?

It was so cliche, but it made you giggle. "Okay, casanova."

Your laugh dies down and you do this little shrug smile thing at him. In the muted yellow of the lamplight, and the snow starting to fall around you, Yoongi feels his heart stutter.

“Thanks, for the... stuff.” He pulls his other hand out of his hoodie to show you that it’s bandaged.

“Ah, you got them. I’m glad Tae got them to you. I didn’t know if you um.” You pause. “... wanted my company or not.” Yoongi blanches apologetically. “I’m working on it.”

After a moment of silence, you point up at the building. “I gotta get going. I left my house keys in the office. I came back to get them.”

“I think I’ll stay here a little longer.” He looks down at his furry friend working steadily at finishing whatever's in the bowl. “With Jimin.”

A sudden gust of cold, sharp wind cuts by, and you shove your hands deeper into your pockets kept warm by the heat pack Taehyung had given you. You see Yoongi shiver in his hoodie, and in the spur of the moment you fish out the heat pack in your pocket and hold it out to him.

“Take this, if you're gonna be out here. It’s getting colder these days.”

There is an odd expression on Yoongi’s face and he stares weirdly at you for a moment before you go into panic mode.

“Oh no, do you mind that I’ve been holding it before? Oh no I’m sorry. It’s okay, my hands are clean, I wash them often, twice actually with soap and water. I don’t like germs. If you want I also have hand sanitiser - “ you begin digging around hastily in your little sling bag, but freeze when Yoongi’s hands settles over your own.

They are big and warm, and the rough callouse on his palm brushes gently over your knuckles. You can’t help but imagine what they’d feel like on other places of your body. He accepts the heat pack from you, fingers lingering just a little too long - you’re sure of it, you hadn’t imagined that.

“Thank you, ____.” He offers you a half-smile and you can feel your heart flip flop like a fish in your chest.

All of a sudden, self-consciousness hits you in waves, and you school your features, clearing your throat. “I… I’d better get going, sajangnim.”

“Yoongi.”

“What?”

“Call me Yoongi.”

Yoongi finds himself biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling too wide as he watches you, all flustered as you stutter a mumbled agreement and goodbye, trudging off abruptly in the direction you came. Only to turn back around because you’d gone in the wrong direction instead of going to get your keys. Cute, he thinks to himself. Very cute.

—

The first time you say his name is two weeks later and you’re not used to calling him that, so he really has to drag it out of you. (Not that he didn’t enjoy it, but you best believe he won’t ever let you live it down that you couldn’t bring yourself to drop the honorifics.)

It’s after hours, and he’s leaning against the audio console in his studio, with you standing between his legs. A random demo track of his plays in the background - a simple piano melody, but you don't recognise it. Must be one of the new things he's been working on - there were a lot of them lately. One of them being working up the sexual tension between you two, which had reached a head today, given the position you were in. You were about to burst. Into tears, or flames you didn't know which but you sure as hell were about to find out.

You are eye to eye with Yoongi. An arm around your waist presses you against his chest with nowhere to run, the other hand gently cupping the side of your face. He is terribly close, so warm and smells of soap and the leather jacket he’s wearing.

“Say it properly.”

A little bubble of annoyance rises in your throat at the smug expression on his face. You’re rather cute when you’re frustrated.

“This is blackmail. It’s illegal, you know?” You say huffily. “It’s just a name, why do you have to make life so hard for me? I’m sure you’d know - “

You ramble on, and Yoongi watches you fondly - you weren't much of a talker, but put you in a spot and suddenly you couldn’t stop talking. He’s rather excited to discover more of this side of you. Even your coping mechanisms were cute, and he thinks to himself that he’s pretty much done for.

Yoongi places his index finger under your chin, tipping your head up to meet his gaze and runs the pad of his thumb slowly over your bottom lip. You shut up, and watch him as he watches his finger press into the soft flesh. The guy knew exactly what he was doing, and you were going to let him.

“Kiss me.”

Yoongi tilts his face even nearer, lips hovering dangerously close.

“Not good enough.” He whispers. His breath fans gently across your cheek; it smells like the mint gum he likes to chew on when he’s working on a particularly difficult track.

Yoongi feels your small hands tighten around the lapels of his jacket, and he’s met with a glare that is pleading and dare he say… petulant? He’s wanted to kiss you for a long time, and he’s thought about it a lot. More than is healthy for him, he thinks, but oh, does he want to tease you just a little bit longer.

“Not. Good. Enough.”

“Yoongi, kiss me.”

When Yoongi first kisses you, he does so chastely. He nips delicately at your lips. His own are soft, unhurried and teasing - a tender shadow of a kiss. You can tell he's relaxing, savoring the moment, and like a fog settling in, your world grows hazy with the smell, taste and touch of him.

"There's my girl." Yoongi whispers as he pulls away, his breath mixing with yours. Unintentionally you shift, moving forward for another kiss because he's kissing you but not really kissing you. And unsurprisingly, he stays where he is, just out of reach.

"Kiss me. Properly ", you repeat.

He moves his lips slowly to your jaw and lower; you can feel his laugh through his chest. You crane your neck and let out a breathy "oh god" when Yoongi takes his own sweet time to suck a deep pink bruise into the creamy expanse of skin there. He appraises, with satisfaction, the way his mark looks on you before soothing it with his warm lips and tongue.

"Come on princess," he murmurs against your skin in between licks. "Try again."

The term of endearment he uses on you is your undoing, and he makes a mental note with emphatic exclamation points to revisit this tidbit of information at a later date.

"Yoongi. Kiss me. Please."

And just like that he continues where you two left off, this time with no ounce of teasing or flirting. It's hot and shameless and wanton. Yoongi is no longer gentle. The hand around your waist drops to the curve of your ass, gripping hard and pulling you onto your tiptoes. He slips a thigh between your legs, your hips now flush against his - a delicious pressure you can't get enough of. The other hand palms your breast, rubbing a pebbling nipple through your clothes and the sudden friction makes you gasp. He takes the chance parting of your lips to lick into your mouth, swallowing your soft moans eagerly. You run one of your hands up to the nape of his neck. Carding your fingers through the hair there earns you a low groan, and a heavy, languid swipe of his tongue against yours.

You don’t know how long you spend memorising the taste of him, his hands claiming every possible inch of your skin, but eventually the kiss slows. Yoongi takes your bottom lip between his teeth, biting gently as he pulls away. For a moment all you can hear is the the blood roaring in your ears.

As the both of you catch your breath, Yoongi is just watching you now. The hand that rests on your waist moves up your belly, up your chest. It comes to rest at the base of your throat, thumb one one side and four fingers on the other. Silently, you revel in its weight. The feeling of his rings on your skin makes you shiver a little. Unable to help himself, he squeezes ever so slightly. Like this, he can feel your hummingbird pulse under the pad of his thumb.

Your eyes flutter shut momentarily, but not before you see his eyes light with desire.

You look up at him, and he decides he likes you like this. He really, really likes you like this - soft, pliant, all pressed up against him with your moans and kiss-swollen lips, and for the love of god, begging.  

It’s a bit pathetic how you’ve got him all wrapped around your little finger but he's had enough of teasing and he gets to kiss you now, so he doesn’t care. He smiles widely, closing the distance between his lips and yours again.

-

Six months down the road is the first time he lets you listen to that piano track when it’s finished. You don’t remember it at first, but he’s quick to jolt your memory with a very in depth and very realistic re-enactment.

When you finally get down to listening to it, he plays it off as cool and nonchalant, but you’re attuned to his little mannerisms by now, and the way he’s picking at the skin on his thumb told you this was important. He’s nervous to let you listen to it.

It’s beautiful - a soft piano backing track compliments his husky rap in an unexpected but flawless manner, and the way it builds into a crescendo fills you with raw emotion. Your eyes are wet by the time the last few notes play.

“Yoongi, it’s beautiful.”

He smiles at you, but continues picking at his thumb.

“You don’t think it’s too… different?” He frowns a little. “From my other stuff? Will people like it?”

You walk over to take his face between two of your small hands.  You’re looking at him like he’s your entire world and his heart is going to burst. “ Don’t worry. It’s going to be amazing. It is amazing. You’re amazing.”

In that moment, Yoongi feels invincible. He presses a long, sweet kiss to your lips.

“Some day, I’m going to write a song about you.” he breathes when he pulls away. You beam quietly.

“Music is my first love but you - “ there is a pause as he takes a moment to run a finger across your cheek, so gentle, as if he might break you if he wasn’t careful enough.“ - you are my forever love.”

- 

#joonclouds writes #yoongi #bts yoongi #yoongi fic #bts fic #suga fic #yoongi fluff #producer yoongi makes me feel things

[sevensoulmates]

Thoughts on the stuff Tim minear tweeted about Buddie today? Do you still think Buddie has a chance of being canon

I'm surprised Tim was being so responsive in the first place honestly. I know he answers questions occasionally but I think this is the first time he's expressed annoyance with the fans? idk. Anyway, he was talking about how engaging with hostile and rude fans on Twitter is counterproductive, which is true. It's a fact every public figure (and regular person) on the internet has to learn. I think this is his (and Oliver Stark's) first time having to deal with a large active fan base online for a show. Tim's worked on a lot of stuff in the past but none have been during the time where fan engagement on Twitter was a (big) thing. And I think this is an especially unique situation for them given that a lot of the hype is surrounding a ship. Modern fan culture is very very drawn to and hyperfocused on shipping. Especially if those ships are queer relationships. So to come into this project expecting the level of fan engagement to be more along the lines of what he's used to, and then to have massive waves of people aggresively coming at him over a fictional couple who is not even a couple (yet) is probably extremely jarring. He's also in the position where he's the SHOWRUNNER, he is literally the person who has most of the final say on what happens in the show (as opposed to Oliver Stark who has no control), so when he tweets things people take his word as the ultimate law. Which is why he has to be careful about his fan engagement (and why people impersonating him can have very serious consequences). 

So to very quickly recap what happened. A twitter account (I believe) changed their layout and name to be the exact same as Tim’s and was probably tweeting things as if they were him. Tim did not like the fact that someone was trying to impersonate him (rightfully) and said that he blocked and reported them (also, rightfully). They then apologized and he unblocked. He then said something (jokingly) along the lines that he wouldn’t mind if the impersonator wanted to shoulder the responsibility of receiving/answering all the questions about Buddie (and shouldering the massive amounts of hate he gets for buddie not being a current thing). And people began attacking him for that because they viewed it as him disrespecting their ship. (Why do people expect Oliver and Tim to not misinterpret their “jokes” but when they joke around fans suddenly can’t understand the tone of their jokes? Okay.) Another fan (respectfully) reached out to Tim and said that there are people who would like to respectfully engage with him about Buddie. Tim basically responded by saying he doesn’t think it’s possible to engage with hostile and aggressive fans OR respectful fans online (which makes sense given that it’s very easy to have what you say misinterpreted online) and that (typically) he chooses to ignore rather than engage (which is what most creators and actors do). He also said he doesn’t understand why people think their hostility would make him more inclined to do what they want (he’s right and he should say it just as other people have been saying for years and years (the spn fans on here are exhausted)). 

I think this is what most people latched onto as “oh no he’s never gonna make Buddie happen now”. But I think these people are (once again) choosing to read only what they want to read into it. He follows it up by saying he “doesn’t want have it seem like his knee-jerk reaction to rude fans online is influencing him in the other way (ie. NOT DOING BUDDIE) either”. It’s basically the exact same argument I made in this post that in this day and age of easily accessing creatives in historically fan-removed spaces, creators are encouraged to stay away from active engagement online and have dug in more to the concept of never letting the fans influence where they best feel the story should go. 

I don’t take what Tim was saying as confirmation he’s not going to go through with Buddie (in due time), because he literally just said that he’s not going to allow fan interactions (positive or negative) to influence what he and his writers choose to do with the story. And he’s not going to be interacting online anymore (once again, fair). It’s a privilege to be able to speak to someone in that far up a position of power over a narrative in the first place and the internet will never ever be a place where people will ever respect other people’s boundaries. It just won’t. This is not unique to this fandom (it’s not unique to fandoms in general) either. This internet is not and will never be a completely safe and respectful place.

So I will reiterate again. Whether Tim and the 911 writers/producers decide to make Buddie a thing or not is purely up to whether they believe it would be beneficial for the characters and the narrative they want to tell and NOT because of fans online.

#buddie #buck x eddie #tim minear #911 fox #fandom and media discourse

[panikarmelek]

Another Theory about Sanders Sides

!Warning, Angsty! So, Janus has something on his left eye (on his snake side of face). It’s not like the rest of this side, it stands out. It’s pink/purple and it’s only around his eye. No one really knows what is it. My theory is that when Anxiety decided to become the light side, Janus was feeling really pissed off but also certainly gloomy. First he tried to make Virgil change his decision but...the conversation started to be more and more aggresive and it turned to the argument. After a long time full of shouting and reminding the past, Deceit said something truly hurting for Anxiety, wich pissed him off so bad. He punched Janus or spilled something hot there (but I think it was a hit, because if it was because of the boiling water it would be worse and it wouldn’t be only around the eye), then propably run away. At the end, this pink thing around Janus’ eye is a wound, that hasn’t recovered since that day.

#janus sanders #deceit sanders #sanders #sanders sides #virgil anxiety #thomas sanders virgil #virgil sanders #angsty #theory

[writingideasblog]

Chapter I Friends are a real treasure

I sat in the back seat and watched my parents fight for a third tme this day

-"It's always your fault Matt!" My mom yelled out at my dad.

-"My fault?!MY FAULT?! IT'S ALWAYS YOU WHO'S STARTING THE ARGUMENTS FOR NO GODDAMN REASON. YOU'RE ALWAYS PLAYING THE VICTIM!!" My dad screamed back at my mom.

They never had arguments untill one month ago. One of my aunts and mom's best friend, Clara died from cancer. Mom was never the same after her death. She started drinking and got more aggresive.

-"MAYBE IF YOU KNEW WHAT I'M GOING THROUGH YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING!!!" At this point the argument started getting heated.

-"WELL I'M SORRY I'M NOT ENOUGH LUCIA. I'M SORRY THAT YOU CARE MORE ABOUT A DEAD PERSON THAN YOU CARE ABOUT ME!"

Moms face turned dark red,she took a deep breath almost as she was about to put her face under the water. After that I heard a loud crash.

I woke in cold sweat

-"How many times will you remind me of that day?" I asked my own brain.

I slowly crawled out of my bed and looked around my room. My room isn't the biggest but honestly I don't care. I looked at the painting above my bed and smiled,the painting shows a girl in a colorfull dress and a Jack o'lantern on her head. That's Olivia,my best friend. We landed in this orphanage after her mom died from cancer and her dad commited suicide. Her mom and mine were like sisters. A knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts.

-"What's up loser? I was told to tell you to hurry your ass up" I rolled my eyes and laughed

-"Hello to you as well rat" I laughed even harder when I saw Olivia cringe at that nickname.

-"Don't call me that please!" Olivia begged me.

-"Alright, alright I won't call that again... Unless" I almost got smacked, for that

-"Get ready and go down stairs you little bastard" Olivia laughed

-"Okay I'll be there soon".

As soon as she closed the door I walked up to my wardrobe and picked my favourite black t-shirt with a name of my favorite artist and blue baggy jeans. After I got dressed, I walked up to a mirror and looked at my face. I brushed my frizzy black hair from my oval face,revealing my brown almond shaped eyes. A small scar running across my narrow nose. As I was about to leave my room I looked at the picture on my nightstand. The picture showed a sweet 5'1 girl with a triangular face,straight nose,straight,red hair and big,light green eyes. Her puffy lips were formed in a big smile. That's Olivia she was standing next to me. Not only I'm a year older than her I'm also six inches taller than her. I put the picture down and left my room,doors locking themself behind. I checked my pockets to make sure that I took my keys. I started walking down the hallway. The orphanage is quite small,which means there is only a few of us. The walls were decorated with corkboards and pictures of us from random events that took place in this orphanage. Old wooden floor creaked under my feet. I walked downstairs and turned left. The cafeteria is the biggest room in this entire building. I spotted a table where all of my friends were waiting for me. I sat down and got greated by a tall guy named Bryan Chilson. He's a 6'4 guy with a brown skin and black dreadlocks pulled back.He has big,round hazel eyes.

-"How are you guys doing today?" A sweet voice filled my ears. That voice belongs to Jay Star. I turned my head towards her. She had her brown,wavy hair put in a tight ponytail,revealing her cheerful and chiseled face. An interesting fact about her, she has two differently colored eyes;her left eyes is baby blue and her right be is nut brown.

-" I'm doing pretty well thank you."

-" I'm running on my third cup of my coffee but I'm doing good." I stared at my best friend in disbelieve, she never drank coffee before.

- "Since when do you drink coffee?!" I asked Olivia.

She was about to answer my question but the cafeteria turned quiet. We looked towards the doors and we saw one of our friends. Her name is Raven Star she's a 5'6 girl,she's Jay's sister. The reason why everybody went quiet when she walked in, is because the way she looks like. Raven wears punk clothes,her black hair is cut short,her face is square. She has blue eyes. She looks intimidating but she's a sweatheart.

- "'Sup dumbasses" her high voice rang in our ears.

After we ate our breakfast our teacher,Mary Allen stood up and said :

-"Good morning my sweathearts! I have good news! Tomorrow we're going on a road trip to White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire." Everyone cheered after our favourite teacher stopped talking.

-"So go to your rooms and pack your bags". We left the cafeteria and went to our rooms.

After we packed our bags we had to go downstairs few minutes later because we had to go to school,that was another area on our campus. We are always meeting in front of the main entrance of our orphanage. Minutes later we were ready to head towards our school.

-"Have anyone seen Bryan?" I asked my friends, literally five seconds later Bryan was running towards us.

-"Sorry I was buying a smoothie." He apologised."I think that, for 5 bucks, they could blend a little bit better so I don't get strawberry lumps stuck in my straw." Bryan complained about his smoothie making some of us giggle.

-"Hey,that's be a cool name for a band." Said Raven looking at all of us.

-"Stuck in my straw?" Bryan asked making Raven laugh.

-"Strawberry lumps you dumbass" Raven said between her laughs.

After what felt like forever we were finally done with lessons for today. Everyday, after school our group hangs out right next to the fountain on our campus. I saw everyone except Jay

-"Hey! I'm here,where's Jay?"

-"She's in her room, she doesn't feel well." Her sister explained.

-"Monty do you have a crush on her or something?" Olivia asked. I could feel my face heat up.

-"N-no I don't." -I stuttered out-"Why??"

-"Well you always talk about her and blush whenever we talk about her" Olivia answered. I could feel my face turning even deeper shade of red.

-"If you don't have a crush on her then why are blushing?" Raven teased me.

-"Yeah exactly!" Bryan agreed with Raven.

-"Oh shut up all of you!" I yelled out of embarrassment. I walked away from my friend group in anger.

-"Uh oh." All of them said in unision

#wattpad #writing #own content #Gods of Nocleanos

[justarturo]

In defense of Rose Quartz

Recently the Steven Universe Movie was released and a lot of Steven Universe’s fans like me are thrilled with it, the plot, the songs, the villain, the time leap, etc, are all great, I truly enjoyed it very much, however, there was a moment in the movie that really saddened me, the moment when Spinel narrates how she was deceived by Pink Diamond to stand in the Garden alone for 6,000 thousand years. I agree, it was pretty disturbing and unsettling to hear about that, and I agree this was a horrible action for Pink to do, but the thing that saddened me the most was when Steven said: “I can’t believe Pink Diamond did that to you, well actually I can 😒”. You see, I’m not trying to excuse Pink Diamond’s actions towards Spinel as not serious nor damaging, but I was deeply offended to hear Steven trash his mother like that, so I told myself: “Myself, I think it is important for me to express my opinion on Rose Quartz to my fellow fandom members because I do not like that she is considered a Villain nowadays.” So here I am, hope you like and understand my point of view:

First of all, I want to state that when I refer to the character as Pink diamond, I’m talking from the pre series events up until when she faked her shattering, and when I refer to the character as Rose Quartz is from the first time ever she shapeshifted to be a Quartz, I know that there is a period of time where these to personas overlap, but I think it is key to the purpose of my analysis to understand this.

As we have come to learn in the recent seasons of the show, Pink Diamond, although a member of the Great Diamond Authority, was the less powerful one of the four, White is the supreme leader, followed by Blue and Yellow and then, the tiny “weak” Pink. As Blue stated in one episode, Pink suffered for eons the mistreatment of her fellow Diamonds, always being treated as a child, rather than an equal, but not only as a child, but as an unwanted, neglected child. The other Diamonds, never ever ever made an effort to understand her, listen or talk to her, I would even dare to claim that she was just the extra Diamond for them. Sure, they loved her, (or so they say) but that doesn’t mean their love was not abusive or that it was healthy and nurturing towards Pink; as a matter of fact in every flashback she is seen interacting with Blue and Yellow, she is constantly belittled, underestimated or silenced; they claim she is a Diamond and therefore she has a status to preserve, but as Pearl stated, they really didn’t care about it, the status Pink beared as a member of the Diamond Authority only had an impact to the rest of the gemkind as seen in Garnet’s story about Rose’s origin, but at home, she was as good as any other pebble. Both Yellow and Blue were violent to her, Yellow being more agressive and Blue being more condescending and overprotective (Yes, these are also forms of aggresion inside a family). It is never seen how Pink interacted with White, but it is safe to assume that if both Blue and Yellow are scared of her, Pink probably received the worst of White’s mistreatments. All of these arguments can be prooved on the present day when Steven reveals to be a new incarnation of Pink, and how, at first, Yellow and Blue hug him and cherish him up until in Homeworld, they put him back on the White Diamond standards and lock him up when he acts unacceptably (When fused with Connie). Even, when greeting White for the first time, she did not even listened to him, she spoke the same way one of us would talk to our dog when we arrive home. So in order to move on, we must accept one FACT: Pink Diamond was psychologically abused by her fellow diamonds.

Now, we come to learn that eventually Blue and Yellow agree to let Pink start her own colony at the Planet Earth, we even saw in an Stevonnie flashback, how she asked for it for so long, and we saw her pissed af at the end, when she smashed a mirror, a lot of people described this as a tantrum, however i do not agree, can u imagine been underestimated by your family for EONS just wanting to try to be piece of how they are, and what they do, and everytime getting the condescending attitude reminding you how much you are not worth? It must be Hell. Later we learn that Pink discovered that running a colony could be very dull, and even though she was excited to see how it would turn out, she was really bored to perform her new project the way Blue and Yellow would, she would have rather do it the way Pink wanted, thefore she had to come up (with the help of Pearl) with a secret identity, a persona that would allow her to be really her. This is truly and deeply sad. To invent a new you in order to be the real you. You see where I’m getting now? Rose was the real Pink, because Pink was a prisioner of the life choices someone else made for her, if Pink dared to be Pink, she was scolded, locked away, belittled, mistreated, etc. All signs of psychological abuse.

Later Rose discovers the truth about Earth and how, the gem colonies create life not from nowhere, but taking it from everywhere in the planet, and she discovers in the organic life of the planet, specially humans, equals. Beings that are just themselves the way they want and can be, not determined by anyone else. The butterfly flies, the fish swims, the wind blows, the grass grows, people live. Peridot says when facing Jasper, “I’m living here, I’ve been discovering new things about myself all the time (...) the point is, Earth can set you free”, the funny thing is that Peridot is not the first high status gem to discover this, Rose was! She discovered that not even acting fully like a diamond she was being herself, because her true self was not determined by neither of the diamonds, nor her status, but by herself. She discovered the beauty of organic lifeforms lives and decided to let them be, without hurting them, as she wished she would not had been hurt by her family; up to this moment in time, Pink was not planning to leave Home World and stay on Earth, just leave Earth with the rest of the gemkind and allow its survival, but as Pearl narrated, when she mentioned her concerns to her fellow diamonds, she was once again ignored by them. I know some of you will say “Of course! She insisted so much on a colony, and now she doesn’t want it?!” The issue here is, how could she have known what she wanted before if she was always misplaced by her family and the only reason she asked for one was to be an equal part of the Diamond Authority, to be and feel truly one of them.

When Steven, Garnet and Amethyst discover that Rose and Pink were the same gem, Garnet came undone and Sapphire fled the temple engulfed with rage and deception towards Rose. She could not understand how a Diamond could not shut down the colony herself and avoid the war, the gem deaths, the gem corruptions, etc. and how she had to come up with a rebel persona to manage her “let Earth live” goals. However her mistake is to assume that Pink was equal to the other Diamonds, just for being a Diamond. It hurts me to say this as Sapphire is my favorite crystal gem, but as she never truly met Pink, she is not taking Pink’s emotions into account, only Rose’s, those life loving, always nurturing, caring, empathetic, and optimistic Rose feelings, but as we now understand, the Rose face, was fueled by Pink’s sorrow. Isn’t sad that you have to disguise yourself in order for your family to notice you? That is the sorrow that moved Pink to be Rose. But as Pearl, Steven and Sapphire, discover, it was just when Rose saw Garnet, that she understood other gems might have been feeling as trapped as she felt under the Diamond Authority. It was then when she claimed the rebellion not only for the Earth survival but for gems liberation all over the empire.

I know that from this point on, the Crystal Gems consider her selfish, and in some way she may be, but they don’t consider her abuse history and her violent background, a background that left not only Pink, but every memeber of the crystal gems scarred for ever. Yes the war resulted in the extermination of a ton of gems, the cluster experiment, the corruption of the rebels, etc. But as Garnet claimed, Rose couln’t have known, she was fighting for her chance to live and every gem that joined her, even Pearl, did so willingly in order to get that chance as well. It is true, her plans did not happen as she would have wished, but she did her best, considering she had suffered a lot. Her sight of her future was tunnel like, focused on the crystal gems goals, she could not forsee the risks, but that doesn’t mean that if they happened it was her fault,

Now, back to Spinel, Pink abandoned Spinel just before getting her colony, at that time she was a Diamond, and as we already said, an abused one. However she was still a Diamond, and it is logical that she would learn to act as the other Diamonds at some point, it is true, her actions are completely despicable, but if we set her back in an abusive context in which the only way to survive is to be as abusive as the abusers, you can at least understand how she came up with such a terrible solution to her Spinel “problem”. This behavior patterns are repeated by all the Diamonds up until Steven challenges each one fo them at the end of the fifth season, and it is when we learn that both Blue and Yellow have also been mistreated by White. Now stepping out a little of the show and into psychology, it is a known fact that sometimes abused people, whereas they suffered physical, psychological, emotional, etc. violence, have a tendency to become abusers themselves, it is not certain that this will happen, but it is highly probable, and it is not because they became villains themselves, but because each victim’s psyche, changes in order for the person to survives in a world that allowed them to be abused. It is part of a major violence trend in human society, and only through psychotherapy, and effective support system, a re-learning process, and exiting the abusive context, the person is able to face her traumas. (Face is different to Getting over).

So we can se how, Pink, was only a Link in a chain of violence and emotional abuse among all gemkind. It is true that as Rose, she commited so many mistakes in the process, mistakes that affected gems like Bismuth, Lapis Lazulli and Spinel, gems that at any given point became also abusers, but changed back to a more collected way of living, thanks to Steven, who is Pink and Rose’s, new incarnation (full circle). However lets not forget that any action that Steven has taken to improve his world, his galaxy and his life, is in some way an upgrade from Pink’s/Rose’s way. The difference between Rose and Steven lays on the fact that Steven was raised by the Crystal Gems and Greg to be himself, goal that Rose fought to reach not only for herself but for everyone in this very group. The fact that she fought and in some ways managed to reach it, is the reason Steven is able to fight and improve gemkind lives on the present. So lets not forget that, it was hard for Rose, but she had the courage to defy the abusive patterns she lived and learned for eons ans that courage, despite the mistakes commited, deserves to be praised not criticized. Furthermore, it is really unfair how Rose is expected to be perfect and she is despised when the Crystal gems discover she was not, Steven even proved how White is not perfect, why on Earth should Rose be. Steven, Garnet, Pearl and amethyst, and the rest of the team, all have flaws, and THATS OK, THATS GOOD! Why it is not good enough for Rose? She deserves to be as imperfect as the rest.

This show is amazing as it advocates for sexual diversity and mental health awareness, lets just not forget that abuse and violence survival is also one facet of mental health awareness

Now some of my Gifs and images of the show

#steven universe #rose quarts is pink diamond #rose quartz #rose quarts su #mental heath support #supportsystem #rebecca sugar #crewniverse #garnet #pearl #ruby #sapphire #amethyst #crystalgems

[teenwolf-rarepairs]

For the ship ask: scott and Isaac

do they have a lot of arguments? if so, over what? They don’t argue a lot, but when they do is about their ways to approach a situation (Isaac usually being more aggresive and Scott sometimes a little bit too patient)

who apologizes first? in what way? is it hard for either of them to apologize? Isaac is usually the first one to apologize, not because Scott is too proud to do so, but because he really doesn’t like it when Scott is angry or upset because of him. Scott can’t really stay mad at him when he makes the puppy eyes thing. 

which one has more insecurities? over what? Mostly Isaac. He still has a hard time trying to get over all the hurtful things his father constantly told him. He constantly worries about not being good enough, not deserving all the good things Mellissa and Scott have done for him, not deserving someone as amazing and kind as Scott. He can’t help it, but when it gets too bad Scott is there to reassure him.  

who gets more riled up? do they show their anger? Isaac gets riled up faster, but they are careful with how they show their anger. Physical violence is off of the table. Scott knows he sometimes can be hurtful with his words when he’s really upset and Isaac can be cruel, so they really try to keep their words in check when they fight. 

how do they hide their pain when they’re upset? do they try to hide their pain? Scott is not very good at hidding his (emotional) pain and neither is Isaac. They might try it once in a while, but the other will quickly pick up on their distress/sadness and do something about it. 

who tries to make up first? does it work? Isaac does. He hates when they fight, and will approach Scott sooner than later. Though Scott sometimes beats him to it. 

would they hate-fuck if they were mad at one another? if they had a falling out? Scott never liked the idea of hate-fucking someone, specially Isaac. He likes to make his partner happy, feel him happy, so he won’t try to have sex with him unless they’ve talked everything out. They do like their make up sex tho. 

do they hold grudges? is it hard for them to let go/forgive each other? Not really. Scott doesn’t see the point in doing so, and though Isaac is prone to hold grudges, he knows Scott doesn’t hurt him on purpose, so he lets it go quickly enough. 

is there something big that could potentially tear them apart if it was revealed? No. Neither of them have done anything bad enough to cause a fall out. 

if something already happened to tear them apart, what would make them come back together? is it even possible? Well, Scott is very forgiving, so I think he would really try to understand his partner and the situation, and then he would try to fix everything. Isaac is more insecure and it could stop him for a while, but his feelings towards Scott would win the battle at the end. 

what’s their favorite pass time when they’re upset? Scott just goes somewhere quiet and thinks. Isaac gets restless, so the only thing he can do to relax himself is go for a run. 

who do they confide in when shit hits the fan (besides each other)? For Isaac is kind of difficult to trust someone like that, but he gets close to Malia and she becomes his confidant. Scott of course goes to Stiles, though he’s not always helpful, he listens and thats enough. 

is it hard for them to talk about their feelings openly with each other? if so, is there any way that can be resolved, even in the slightest? It’s a little bit hard for Isaac at the beginning, but he feels really comfortable around Scott and knows he won’t judge him. Scott wears his heart on his sleeve, and when it comes to Isaac it’s even a little easier to tell him how he feels. 

who grieves more when the other is away? Isaac. Man, he hates when Scott is away and he also hates that he feels clingy, but he can’t help it. He doesn’t connect with people like he did with Scott that often. 

who misses the other more, or really thinks about them more? They both do, a lot. 

do either of them have a special item (an article of clothing, a necklace, a book) that they use when they miss the other? if so, what is it? what do they do with it (read, wear, look at, smell)? They both like to wear each other’s clothes, but since Isaac is taller than Scott, he prefers taking one of his shirts or a hoodie and sleeps with it tucked under his pillow. 

who cries more? who gets more emotional in general? They’re both kind of emotional, but Isaac the most. He feels safe enough with Scott to show that soft side of him.

do either of them have the other’s stuff lying around their house? Isaac’s stuff are all over Scott’s house. Even when he moves out, he leaves clothes, books and other things behind. Scott moves them into his room. 

how about teasing? do they tease each other while in a fight (whether it be with themselves or just general teasing)? They don’t like at all when the other is upset, so they won’t tease each other about it. 

do either of them have any vices? Nope, though Isaac had a time when he always had skittles on him. 

what’s the thing they miss most about each other? Isaac misses how safe and secure Scott makes him feel. Scott really misses how warm Isaac makes him feel inside, like he could do anything.

what’s their go-to breakup/angst song? Someone you loved - Lewis Capaldi 

who’s more jealous? Isaac, because Scott is way too friendly and almost never notices when someone is flirting with him. 

who is the first to forgive? Scott. He doesn’t see the point in holding onto grudges and things that hurt him. 

what’s the one deal breaker for either of them (lack of communication, fear of commitment, etc)? Isaac’s insecurities sometimes get the best of him and it strains his relationship with Scott. 

who would take longer to let go? do they ever really “let go”? When Scott really falls in love, he falls deeply, head over heels, so it’s way harder for him to get over a breakup. Isaac on the other hand is very similar, but maybe would convince himself that it was for the best and he’ll force himself to move on. 

which is more afraid of confrontation? Isaac. He has a lot of childhood traumas regarding confrontations with people he loves (his dad), so yeah. He’ll avoid them like the plague. 

who’s the first to distance themselves (if either)? Scott, but not because he wants to push Isaac away. He just needs a quiet moment to think and cool off, before he can do anything.

who’s more patient? is it hard to break that patience? Scott is more patient, and yes, is hard to break that patience but is not impossible. Sometimes Isaac gets very difficult and Scott snaps. 

who’s the first to blame themselves? Both of them, but Isaac is really self-deprecating. 

who’s more likely to do something out of spite? Isaac, even if he knows he’ll regret it later. 

who would be the first to say they hate the other? would they mean it? Neither of them would say that, not even as a joke, really. 

who worries more? Both of them.

what scent reminds them of the other? Scott smells like coffee and cinnamon for Isaac, and Isaac smells like lemon balm and Scott loves it. 

do they have any regrets (regarding the other, or just in general)? They do have regrets regarding a lot of stuff, but not each other. 

who’s quicker to walk away if a situation gets heated? Isaac. He hates confrontations, so if a fight gets heated he’ll walk away until he thinks is safe to come back. 

who is more prone to anger? Isaac.

who cries more in an argument? do either of them cry? Neither of them cries, but if it gets really bad, Isaac might tear up and Scott will immediately stop. 

does it take a lot for it to get to the point of yelling? Yes, though Isaac sometimes rises his voice a little bit, they don’t yell at each other. 

who sleeps on the couch? can either of them sleep without the other? If they had a pretty bad argument, Scott is the one to willingly take the couch, but it doesn’t last long. Either Isaac will call him back to the room or he’ll sleep in the couch too, on top of Scott. 

who’s more likely to protect the other? They both are, equally.

if one of them gets injured, who worries more? Isaac worries a little bit more because Scott has a tendency to sabotage his own healing when there’s a particular situation, so yeah, he fusses a lot.

who would be more afraid of the other’s death/harm? Isaac is utterly terrified of that possibility. He has lost his whole family and got a new one he really intends to keep safe. 

who ends up yelling first? are they always yelling when arguing, or do neither of them yell at all? They don’t yell at all. They might rise their voices a little bit here and there, but it never goes further than that. 

who would be more likely to save who? Isaac is more likely to save Scott, because Scott has like zero regard of his own well being and will sacrifice himself if necessary. 

who stays up at night brooding? Isaac.

who has more dreams/nightmares about the other? Both of them have a lot of nightmares, but not about each other. 

who comforts who after a bad dream/event? They comfort each other.

do they think about each other a lot? does it affect their performance/schoolwork? Yeah, they think about each other a lot and sometimes Scott gets distracted by that. Isaac is more careful about it. 

if one of them were to come back after a long time, who would come to who? would it go well? would the other person take them back? Well, Isaac is the one who comes back after a long time. It’s awkward for them at first, not knowing where they’re standing with each other, but after a couple of days they come around and talk about the situation. Scott does take him back, but they go slow. 

#scisaac #scott x isaac #ship meme #ship ask #teen wolf

[marwritesgood]

Dating Bellamy Blake Would Include...

A/N: Day 12 of 31 Days of Christmas

Okay, I think that we all know that if dating Bellamy Blake, your relationship would start off as a rocky frenemies-type thing, because when first landed on earth, Bellamy was lowkey a little problematic piece of shit. Don’t @ me on this. It is not an opinion, it is very much a matter of fact.

You would get really angry at him for all the shitty decisions he makes

And all of that anger intensifies when he breaks the radio

But then you and him find yourself alone together

Like maybe you were going to find some more food

And he decides that he wants to tag along

You make it clear to him that you do not like him

And there’s just a lot of bantering between the two of you

But then all of a sudden Bellamy goes all mushy on you and says

“Okay, but do you really hate me?”

And then you just decide to be honest with him

You tell him about all of his decisions that you disagreed with

And then he tells you something about himself

Like maybe he tells you about why he’s so protective over Octavia

Or maybe he tells you about how he got himself a seat on that dropship

Basically, he opens himself up to you

And that’s when the wedding bells begin to ring

Because everyone knows just how cold and distant Bel is

So when he tells you about himself

You’re relationship just keeps on blossoming from there

Okay, but once you guys have established a relationship, I personally feel like Bellamy would go from calling you either babe, Y/N, or a shortened version of your name, similar to how he calls Octavia “O”

And lemme just tell you something

If he called you a shortened version of your name

He will get low key pissed off if anyone else ever calls you by that same name, because only he is allowed to call you that.

I also feel like he would call you babe just because 

It’s short

But it’s still a traditional pet name

Like I don’t see him calling you “baby” 

And “princess” is quite a mouthful

But babe is just something that rolls off his tongue

that’s what she said

He uses calls you by it religiously, with absolutely no shame

“Morning, babe”

“Babe, is everything alright.”

“Can we just cuddle, babe.”

“Baaaabbbeeee”

But, then, you know, Bellamy also seems like the type to just call you by your name for he majority of the time

Just because pet names and nicknames show that he has feelings for you.

And he is in no way ashamed of that.

He’s just not very good at showing it.

Okay, but Bellamy is, although emotionally detatched, a very protective person, when it comes to the people he cares most about.

So be prepared to gain a second mother, because there is no doubt in my mind that Bellamy will 100%

Constantly ask you if you’ve had enough to eat or drink

And if you didn’t, he will gladly starve or go thirsty just for you

When it’s the colder seasons, he’ll give you his jacket to wear at all times

He won’t take no for an answer on that

If you ever got hurt from fighting off grounders or Mountain Men

He would, first, beat himself up for not being at the right place at the right time to ensure that you are always safe

And he would go on to fight way more aggressively in the next battle because

“No one hurts you and gets away with it”

He’ll also lowkey absolutely be the jealous type

Like, he trusts you more than life

But if he sees another guy pining after you

Or trying to chat you up 

Or looking at you in a suggestive way

He’ll get really agitated

He won’t take it out on you

He’ll just instead go a bit extra on the PDA to make it clear that you are unavailable.

I think also, when you date Bellamy, it is extremely important to him that you are on good terms with his sister, because essentially you two are the most important women in his life, so it would mean the absolute world to him to see you two getting along

And I can just see Octavia being ecstatic when she finds out her brother finally had the guts to tell you how he felt

There’ll be a lot of jokes about how you’re out his league

“But, seriously, Y/n, why the hell did you settle for a goof like my brother?”

And sometimes you’ll even go along with her jokes, so that you’re both making fun of him

And Bellamy will pretend like he’s annoyed by it

But honestly, he wouldn’t prefer for any other two girls to mock the living hell out of him.

You’re amazing relationship with Octavia also comes in handy when the two siblings stop talking to each other.

Because you take it upon yourself to keep an eye on her to make sure she’s always safe, and that she doesn’t do anything too dangerous

Which Bellamy really appreciates, because although he respects that Octavia hates his guts and wants space from him, he will have trouble sleeping at night if he is left to wonder whether or no she will be okay.

It also means that you’re there for he when Lincoln is killed

Because Bellamy was the only other person she trusted, and she wasn’t on speaking terms with him, you were the only one she felt comfortable enough to talk to.

Oh my gosh, and do not even get me started on the huge argument you guys have when this little shit becomes a solider for Pike’s army.

There’s lots of yelling

Followed by weeks of passive aggresiveness

You two will have had a shared room by this point

So it wasn’t like you could just ignore him until he came to his senses

But, wow did you try.

“Babe, Pike is right about the grounders”

“I’m not having this conversation again, Bel”

You end up giving him the silent treatment for a week

“Have you seriously stopped talking to me, because of this?”

However, once you hear the news about Lincoln, you lose it

You already knew that Bellamy was finally beginning to see how wrong Pike was, but that didn’t keep you from exploding at him 

“Lincoln would still be alive, if you had just listened to us, Bel”

And it breaks his heart

Absolutely shatters his soul

Because not only did he lose you

But he also lost Octavia

However, you eventually come around after you see him confront Pike

And you help him win back Octavia which is a whole other battle

I also think that, because he is so fiercley protective over you, he wouldn’t want you to ever be too far away from him when you all find out that your days on earth are numbered.

So I definitely think that you’ll be up in that spacecraft with him

And it’ll be complete bliss

Like, can you even imagine?

All those years of peace and quiet

No one trying to kill you guys

You two will just be living your dream up there

Enjoying the peace while it lasted

You’ll be able to cuddle every night

You’ll both finally get enough sleep

And I think overall it’ll be just the best thing for your relationship, because you’ll both, also, be healing and recovering from the trauma that comes, inevitably, with having to constantly fight for your lives

So, yeah

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