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billlydear · 1 year

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pairing: billy hargrove x steve harrington / WC: 4501

summary: based on this post by @ariesbilly (i was anon), el shops rather creatively for billy's birthday and steve has some things to say about his new look

this will be crossposted on AO3 as soon as i've got the time to set up a new account there. i hope you enjoy, and please consider leaving some feedback! also, i've got a harringroveson spidey/venom au in the works, so please let me know if you'd like to see that :-)

Billy’s genuinely, truly concerned when Jim pulls him aside at his little birthday dinner, and not just because he’s still a tiny bit wary around the man. He hasn’t done anything awful yet, so far there’s not a bone in his body that resembles his dad’s, but Billy’s lived with Neil all his life, and Jim only a few months. He’s getting better, but he’s not there yet.

“Listen,” Jim murmurs, taking the hand he’d used to usher Billy into the kitchen off of his arm. Billy appreciates it, it’s like Jim knows he doesn’t like being grabbed; like he pays attention to Billy’s comfort.

“She’s come a long way,” Jim praises El, “-but gift giving for anyone but Max is… hard. She just shops for herself, it’s like-” Jim rubs an exasperated hand over the scruff on his chin, leaned up against the kitchen counter while Billy leans in slightly to hear his low voice, “It’s like she finds something she likes. And since she likes the person she’s giving it to, she equates the two. ‘Thinks that whatever she likes, they’ll like too. That’s why I drink out of that glittery cup every morning,” Jim gestures to the tumbler currently drying on the rack, ‘BFF’ written in white loopy letters on the plastic, “She’s got the spirit, just not the know-how. And I was really trying to get her to branch out for you, I took her to the mall but she beelined for Claire’s, and-” Jim sighs, shooting a cautious glance back to the living room where the girls are waiting with their gifts, “Just- please act like you like ‘em. If you want, I’ll give you the receipt, and you can return them for cash, just- humor her. Please.”

“Okay,” Is all Billy says, really all he can think of saying, and Jim reaches out to pat his bicep.

“Thanks,” His shoulders slump in relief, “Alright, birthday boy, let’s get going.”

Billy’s used to birthday gifts, but not nice ones. If he was lucky, he’d get gas money for the week from his dad, but that’s only because Susan insisted on acknowledging the day. Gifts have always been an obligation, never a gesture, so sitting on the couch in front of three tissue-paper-stuffed bags is a bit daunting for the man.

“Mine first,” Max demands, pushing her bag forward. Billy sends her what he hopes she perceives as a smile, a small twitch at the corners of his lips. They’ve gotten a lot better with each other now that Neil’s not goading Billy anymore, and Billy’s glad for it.

Inside there’s a gift card to a surf shop he’d worked at one summer back in California. He doesn’t even know if there’s anything on it - for all he knows, she found it in a box of his old stuff - but just seeing the logo of the place makes him nostalgic, and his barely-smile blooms into an unbridled one. The gift of memory is one he didn’t know he’d appreciate this much.

“Damn,” He huffs out a laugh, plucking the thin plastic out of the tissue, “Where’d you find this?”

“I wrote to my grandma,” Max confesses, “There’s 50 bucks on there, but for the record, all I sent her to put on there was 20.”

Billy remembers Max’s grandma; they’d visited her once. She was awesome, but the kind of awesome that made parents distrust her, and contact was lost after the move to Hawkins. The old lady had crammed Billy and Max into the back of her cluttered bug to get ice cream after Neil and Susan had gone to bed, and it was nice for Billy to hear she was still doing well.

“Thanks,” Billy laughs, almost a scoff as he reaches out to ruffle her hair. She pretends to hate it, maybe she does a little, but she lets him, which is like another birthday gift: Annoying Privileges.

He sees a flash of black as he puts the gift card back in the tissue, and it explains why the tiny plastic was wrapped so excessively.

Don’t show Hopper, the note reads, with an arrow down, so he discretely peels away the paper to find three cartons of cigarettes beneath it. He’ll worry about how she got them later, for now he shoots her a smirk that she returns.

“Alright, mine’s kinda-” Jim fumbles for his bag, “-tied into hers. Here, kid.”

The tissue crinkles under Billy’s fingers, and he peers down into the blue bag to see a paper.

He pulls it out, squinting at the fine print.

It’s a hotel booking. A hotel in California, shit, right by the beach.

“I already called you off of work,” Jim smiles at Billy, “It’s about a month from now. Only condition is you take the girls with you, they’ve got their own room and we’ll send ‘em with gas money.”

Max’s grin is bright, and Billy knows this is just as much of a gift for her as it is for him. His chest feels tight, like each word on the page had sucked air out of his lungs until there was none left, and now he’s struggling to breathe. He’s wanted to go back since the moment he left, but his dad never would have let him, and moving in with Jim and El then immediately fleeing the state seemed rude, so he’s grateful for the push. He doesn’t even know how to begin thanking Jim, so he starts with the words themselves.

“Thank you,” Billy croaks, trying not to let a gush of emotions overwhelm him. “Seriously, I-” His voice wavers and he clamps his mouth shut, looking down and pinching his fingers along the folded crease of the paper to thin it down even more, “Thank you, Jim.”

“Don’t mention it,” Jim reaches out again, gives him that little pat pat to the bicep instead of trying to hug him. Billy thinks just for that, he will let Jim hug him next time.

Once Billy’s regained his composure and only let one gruff sniffle slip, El is handing over her bag.

“Mine was not as much money as theirs,” She looks serious, like Billy’s going to backhand her for not renting them an RV for the trip, “I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” Jim starts, ready to console her and teach her an etiquette lesson, but Billy lets out a weak chuckle.

“Don’t worry about it, El.” He tugs at the tissue paper, “One time I wrote I.O.U. on a piece of paper for Max’s birthday.”

El’s brows furrow at the unfamiliar phrase, and Max leans in, “It means I owe you, like, ‘I owe you one’. He didn’t get me anything.”

“I offered you something,” Billy gripes, pausing in his unwrapping efforts, “Not my fault you chucked it out.”

“Oh, no,” Max laughs, “I still have it. But I wasn’t gonna waste it on arcade tokens. I’m gonna make it count, you’re gonna bail me out of a bad party or lie to the cops about-”

She reconsiders, looking at Hopper who’s stiffened slightly, his eyes narrowed at her, “-Nothing. Lying to cops is bad.”

“Nice save,” Billy deadpans, ducking his head back down towards the bag. The tissue inside is messy, he can tell El did it herself.

Beneath the first layer of tissue, the stuff crumpled up to give the present volume, there’s six individually wrapped packages. Billy’s stomach does a little flip; call it nerves, call it endearment, but whatever it is, he reaches for the first package without paying it any mind.

His fingers peel at the tape sticking it all together, and his strong grip rips the tissue. He goes with it, tearing into the gift, and a purple plastic card falls into his hand. It’s punched in two places near the middle, and inside each hole is an earring. They’re- not his style.

They’re studs, little balls of gel in rainbow colors with squishy spikes sticking out of them. They honestly look like something a kindergartener would make with a hot glue gun, but there’s an expectant smile on El’s face and Billy finds himself smiling back at her, genuinely so.

“Thanks, El,” He flips the package over, price tag ripped off messily and silver backings staring at him, “These are cool.”

“I know you like earrings. There’s more,” She prompts him, the section of her hair that she’s tied up bouncing as she leans forward enthusiastically, “Open them.”

“Okay,” He laughs, setting the earrings aside. The second package yields another pair, this time two pieces of bread with little smiley faces on them, one painted brown for peanut butter and the other purple for jelly.

“That’s cute,” Billy laughs breathily, “That’ll go good with my purple button up.”

“Mhm,” El nods, hair once again bouncing, “That’s what I thought.”

As Billy expects, each package contains a pair of earrings. He gets tiny springs, a gradient of pink to purple to blue covering the curved metal, and they look like they’d be permanently damaged if he stretched them out even once. Then a pair of jellyfish-inspired ones, a clay head with a smile on its face connected by metal rings to all of the tentacles dangling below. Next are lollipops, stiff sticks leading into plastic that’s swirled in design and shaped like a bear’s head with yet another smiley face. Each little black curve on the earrings’ faces only makes his own grow. The fifth pair are meant to look like goldfish, suspended in resin that fills the bowl to make it look like they’re swimming in water. It’s the most intricate pair of earrings he’s ever seen, he’ll give Claire that. The final pair is much bigger than the others, and when he unwraps it, a pom-pom sticks out.

They’re big puffballs, tie-dyed pink and purple, connected to a peace sign stud that goes through his ear. They’re obnoxious, something you’d only see on a child whose grandparents had bought the biggest pair of earrings they could find because their vision was too poor to appreciate any smaller designs. Nevertheless, Billy pops the squishy backing off of one of them, and sticks it between his teeth. He slips his own earring out of his ear, and tucks it into the breast pocket of the shirt he’s wearing. He sticks the puffball into his ear right then and there, and El’s grin is almost unbearably wide.

“It looks pretty,” She gushes, and Billy laughs.

“Thank you, El.” He gives her the obligatory brotherly hair ruffle as well, but she looks honored compared to Max’s exasperation. In leaning forwards to reach her, the metal point of the second earring digs into Billy’s palm where he’s holding the card still, and he glances down at it thoughtfully.

“Here,” He thinks fast, plucking the backing off of it and handing it to El, “Let’s match.”

She looks at it wide-eyed, caught off guard, “You want me to wear the other one?”

“Duh,” He nods, hand still outstretched, “How else are people gonna know who bought them for me?”

She’s more than happy to snatch the second earring from him, sliding it into her own pierced ear and shivering slightly at the feeling of the fluff brushing against her skin.

“Alright,” Jim claps, a loud, striking sound, “You guys look great. Cake time?”

“Cake time,” Max agrees, already rising to her knees to stand and head for the kitchen, “Chocolate, Billy, your favorite.”

Billy’s all Thank you’d out. Not because he’s not thankful for this, because he’s more than that, but because he’s said it so many times today that the words are starting to lose their meaning, and he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want to be insincere, so he’ll save the ‘Thank you’s for when they really count.

Max and El settle on the floor in front of the tv to watch the movie they’ve picked out, clearly one that Jim hadn’t seen until now.

“Oh, not Terminator,” He reaches for the television to shut it off, but both girls scramble to fight him off, “It’s rated R, girls!”

“It’s Billy’s favorite,” Max huffs, and that’s not true, but he knows nothing in the movie will shock her, and El grew up being bounced around dimensions, so she probably won’t lose any sleep over a bit of blood.

“It’s true,” Billy drawls settling back on the couch with his cake and his beer (that Jim only reluctantly handed him because it’s his birthday), “But it’s fine, Jim, we don’t have to watch what I want, they can turn on My Little Pony or some shit.”

Jim wonders briefly how he’s been outsmarted by two tweens and a teenager. If he says no, he’s the asshole that ruins Billy’s birthday. If he says yes, the girls are going to see gratuitous shots of naked Arnold Schwarzenegger that he’d rather them not witness.

“You cover your eyes for the first scene,” Jim finally concedes, narrowing his eyes at Max and El, “I mean it, no peeking or I’ll do it for you.”

“Okay,” They agree, already far too amused for Jim’s liking, and Max turns to grin mischievously at Billy. It’s nice, he thinks, to do dumb shit with her. Like real siblings.

The movie starts, and Jim’s a bit too preoccupied eagle-eyeing the girls to make sure they’re not seeing anything raunchy to notice that Billy’s paying more attention than he ought to be. But once the man straightens back up so does Billy, mentally so, and turns his attention to Jim when he leans over towards Billy.

“Hey,” Jim’s whisper is gruff, but El doesn’t hear, “Thanks for that. She’s really happy.”

“No problem,” Billy admits, “They’re… different, but they’re kinda cool.”

Jim laughs, and Billy gets the sense that Jim doesn’t think he’s being sincere, but really, he is. The earrings themselves aren’t kinda cool, a year ago he’d rather have pitched himself into the quarry than wear rainbow-colored springs dangling from his ears, or a smiley piece of peanut butter toast, but what’s kinda cool is that someone gave them to him because they thought he’d like them; because they like him.

What’s kinda cool is love, Billy figures out that night, and his cake tastes a little sweeter because of it.

El doesn’t usually accompany Billy to work at the auto shop, but that’s only because he leaves too early for her to be awake yet. She’s recently discovered sleeping in, and sometimes she’s not awake before two in the afternoon. Now, though, she’s bursting with excitement for the California trip, even though it’s not for another month. Billy hadn’t slept with the puffball earring in, but he’d put it right back on this morning, and so had El. They’re sitting behind the counter now, planning an itinerary for the trip he’s not too stressed about, because he knows El will lose the paper before they leave in a month.

“And we have to go to In-n-Out,” She decides, “I know those are in California.”

“Yeah,” Billy laughs, “They’re not that good. I mean, I like ‘em, but there’s good burger places everywhere. They have these palm trees though,” He moves his hands to cross over each other, “They cross like an ‘x’, it’s pretty cool. My friend tried to climb one once, we got kicked out.”

El giggles, and her eyes wrinkle at the corners with the expression. Billy likes it, he wonders if his own eyes scrunch when he laughs. But he doesn’t do it very often, and especially not in front of a mirror, so he might never know.

She excuses herself to go to the bathroom, so Billy turns his attention to their customer log instead. There’s a man coming by in two hours to pick up his car, but the repairs are complete, so Billy doesn’t have to do anything about it. And there’s another customer coming at five for an oil change, but it’s only eight in the morning. He hears the scrape of wheels on gravel, and he cranes his neck to see over the reception desk and out the door.

Fuck. It’s a red beemer, one he knows almost better than his own car because of how frequently he’d crammed his camaro in beside it in the high school parking lot. It’s Steve Harrington’s car, and that means Steve Harrington came with it.

Billy tugs on the hem of his tank, tightening the shirt over his chest. It’s not that he wants to look good for Steve, it’s just- well, no, that’s it. The banter he’d shared with Steve over their time at Hawkins High was the most tension he’d felt in his entire life, and it came at a time when he sought thrill and excitement the most; apparently being sweat-covered, shirtless opponents on the basketball court does things to a man’s head. He’s not naive enough to think he’s gonna be able to sweep the guy off of his feet with one suave remark, not when just last week Max had somehow convinced the man to give her a ride back home from Jim’s place after a sleepover, and Steve had seen Billy bleary-eyed, messy-haired, and pajama-clad. He’d tried to own it, leaned back on the couch with his legs spread, one arm up on the back of the couch and exposed by the shirt he was wearing as he nodded with a lazy grin at Steve, ‘Morning, Harrington’. If he’d squinted, he could see a bit of pink coloring Steve’s cheeks. But a success or not, the experience was embarrassing, and he’s glad that he’s a little more put together today.

Billy forgets just how put together he is today. He feels the soft brush of the fuzzy earring against his neck right as Steve starts towards the store, and his stomach drops.

He has a very important choice to make.

He can take the earring out, giving him a better chance at this coy little game they have going, and subsequently insult his new sister, or, he could leave it in, puff up his chest with pride, and greet Steve with confidence, ultimately risking his win.

He almost tears his ear from how hard he rips the earring out.

“Harrington,” Billy drawls, “Car trouble?”

“Battery’s dead,” The man huffs, and there’s sweat beading at Steve’s hairline, “I had to push’er down the street, I was getting groceries.”

Billy feels like a cartoon character; he almost audibly gulps at the thought of Steve muscling his car down the road. He wonders if Steve could see his Adam’s apple bobbing if he really did dry swallow. He wonders if Steve would watch.

“Tough luck,” Billy sends Steve a lazy grin, passing the sign-in book over the counter with a pen, “Just fill that out, I’ll get your service started.”

“Thanks,” Steve mumbles, “Got an estimate?”

“Depends,” Billy shrugs, “I might do you a favor and replace those ugly seats you’ve got, too. That’ll cost extra.”

“Like your car’s hot shit,” Steve scoffs, but his tone isn’t demeaning, and Billy’s chest does that weird tight thing again when he realizes they’ve advanced to friendly banter, “Do you know how ugly that blue and yellow license plate looks against the blue of your car?”

He laughs, but before Billy can quip back, say that it’s California grade, that he’d rather die than replace it, the door to the back opens up, and El comes out.

“Steve!” She smiles sweetly, “Is your car broken?”

“Yeah,” He laments, eyeing her accessory, “Woah, crazy earring.”

“Billy has one, too.” She brags, then notices it’s missing from his ear. Billy’s stiffened where he’s rifling through the desk drawers for a form to give Steve, and before he can make any excuses, El spots the puffball where it’s fallen to the floor.

“Oh!” She lunges for it, handing it to Billy with a sweet smile, “It fell out. Here it is.”

Billy has another choice to make.

Scoff at her, say ‘nice one’, and tell her to put her earring back in. Or, take it from her and embarrass himself in front of Steve.

This time, he decides she’s ultimately more important.

“Thanks, El.” He grins at her, taking the puffball from her hand and hooking it expertly through his ear. It dangles against his neck, and he passes the form over to Steve who’s looking between the two of them with some sort of guarded amusement.

“Fill this out, too.” Billy instructs, “And I’ll start on your car.”

“O-kay,” Steve complies, more of that amusement painting his features as he ducks his head to fill out the form, “Pink looks good on you, Hargrove.”

Billy shuts the door to the back room as a response. He feels like punching the wall, because did that mean ‘good’ as in good? Or good as in ‘ridiculous’? He’s well aware Steve had a mean streak in high school, and Billy isn’t interested in being bullied.He’s never worried about being bullied by his peers before, he was always on top. Now it’s different, this isn’t high school and he doesn’t have backup boys to make his posse. It’s a one-on-one fight, and Steve’s got the advantage. And- and if it did mean good, what’s he supposed to do with that information? Wear a pink shirt the next time he sees Steve? Go as Pink Panther for halloween? He considers just about everything but dying his hair, mind swirling with possibilities.

He starts on Steve’s car to distract himself, and he barely manages to gather the courage to take his shirt off to push Steve’s beemer into the garage like he’d originally planned. He still does, of course. But it’s a hard decision to make.

“Steve,” El steps out from behind the counter, walking over to where Steve’s flipping through an old Highlights that Billy’s boss keeps there for kids, “What did you get Billy for his birthday?”

The man flounders, “Uh, when’s his birthday?”

El’s brows furrow, “It was yesterday. You didn’t get him anything?”

“No,” Steve shakes his head, “Sorry, El. I’m sure he didn’t expect me to, though, ‘probably didn’t hurt his feelings.”

“But friends give each other birthday presents.” She insists, “Why didn’t you?”

“He’s not my friend,” Steve grimaces slightly, but backtracks when El only gets more scandalized, “We- I… Ugh,’ He groans, rubbing a hand down his face, “We, like, hated each other in high school or something. I think he’s only nice to me now ‘cause he has to be, we’re all friendly, y’know?”

“Billy likes you,” El promises, “That’s why he comes out of his room when he knows you’re coming over. And why he always takes us to get ice cream. He likes seeing you.”

“Uh, I think-” Steve stammers, heart pounding so viciously he can hear it, “That’s probably… not what that means. Hey, um, do you have any water I could have? I’m really thirsty from pushing my car.”

He’s out from under her scrutinous gaze for long enough to compose himself, tamping down any hope she might have given him. It doesn’t help that he’s first heard Billy’s genuine laugh today, and the vision of the man’s bright eyes, scrunched and wrinkled at the corners have been plaguing him ever since. Things need to stop piling up, he decides.

When she gets back she sits in the chair beside him, one leg bent beneath her and the other firmly planted on the floor, “You should get him a birthday present.”

Steve hums, bringing the cup she hands him to his lips to buy him time to respond. Eventually, he settles on, “I’ll try to find something,” and she seems to like that answer, so she lets it go.

“I got him earrings,” She explains, and pieces of the puzzle start to fall into place in Steve’s head, “The ones that he’s wearing now. And five other pairs.”

“Wow,” Steve nods, feigning awe even though he knows Jim probably paid for them himself, “That was nice of you. He liked ‘em?”

“Yes,” She nods, “He likes earrings. And he said he’s going to wear them with me when we go to California.”

“California,” Steve echoes, brows raised, “That’s nice. When are you going?”

“In a month,” El recites, “Billy’s from California.”

“Yeah,” Steve nods, eyes drawn to Billy’s framed employee picture on the wall, noticing the tan adorning the smooth skin of his handsome face, “I know.”

“Okay,” Billy turns to look at the girls in his backseat, bright smiles on both of their faces, “Gas money?”

“Check,” Max slides him a wad of cash, and so does El.

“Snacks?” Billy pulls his wallet out, stuffing the bills inside.

“Check!” El takes over this time, a plastic bag in her hand that’s filled with enough ziploc bags of goldfish to last them halfway through the road trip.

“Bags?”

“Check,” Max jabs a thumb towards the camaro’s trunk, “We didn’t forget our suitcases, Billy.”

“If you did, and I hadn’t asked, you would have blamed me,” Billy narrows his eyes at his stepsister, “Don’t make me push you out of the moving car.”

What can he say: things are better, they’re not perfect. She knows he’s joking, though, she sticks out her tongue in response.

“I have one more thing,” El calls, effectively breaking up Billy and Max’s banter. The two look curiously at her, and she passes Billy an envelope, thick towards the bottom left corner.

“It’s a late birthday present.” She informs him, “Open it. It’s for the trip.”

“El,” Billy tears at the envelope with a confused furrow in his brow, “You got me stuff for my birthday. Why more?”

“It’s not from me,” She admits, “Just open it.”

The envelope was sealed well, by whoever sealed it. Billy all but mangles the paper to remove its contents, and when he does, a pair of earrings falls out, mounted on a purple plastic card. Claire’s.

There’s a pink and white striped surfboard on the left side, and a glitter-covered palm tree on the left. There’s a note inside too, and Billy peels it apart much more cautiously than he had the envelope.

Billy,

Happy birthday. Enjoy California.

- Steve

P.S: I wasn’t kidding. You look good in pink.

Billy nearly rips the earring card trying to wrench the surfboard off. Once he gets it out, he slides it into his ear, passing the palm tree back to El and grinning at the girls through his rear-view mirror. He admires the way that the earring looks against his tanned skin, and- oh, look at that; his eyes do scrunch when he smiles.

“Ready?” He raises a brow, sunglasses perched on his head and lost in his curls in wait of the California sun.

“Ready,” They confirm, and El’s nod sends the palm tree earring swinging beside her face.

Billy revs the engine, and it’s never been a happier sound, “California, here we come.”

#harringrove #billy hargrove x steve harrington #steve harrington x billy hargrove #harringrove fanfiction #billy x steve #billy hargrove #billy and el #billy and max #billy and hopper

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for inquiring after a blog that got deleted?

This happened several months ago and my friends have told me that I wasn't in the wrong, but my stupid anxiety keeps bringing it up and saying actually they only told me that because they like me. Maybe the judgement of strangers will finally get my brain to put it to rest. Repliers, please use she/her pronouns only for me, I don't like being called by they/them.

I'm keeping this vague to respect the privacy of the others involved; if you somehow recognize the situation, please do not give further details. Feel free to ask for clarification if something is confusing, but I will not be providing additional information like what fandom it was as I believe that would just risk revealing who was involved, and I can't think of any additional info that would affect someone's judgement of what I did. I would like judgement of what I did without risking violating anyone else involved's privacy. Also, sorry this is so long. It's the ADHD. I hate it too.

I'm relating the dms involved as closely as I can, but they won't be word-for-word.

I follow several roleplay blogs in the same fandom. One day I noticed one that I particularly liked seemed to have been deleted. I wasn't sure if they'd made a goodbye post I didn't see before deleting or something, so I made a post asking if anyone knew if something had happened with their mod, as it seemed to come out of nowhere to me. No one ever interacted with this post, but I have no way of knowing if people saw it.

I messaged a blog that I had seen interact with them a lot asking something like "hey, do you know if something happened with [blog]'s mod? I noticed they had deleted and was wondering if something happened." They replied with the single word "no" and I thanked them and apologized for bothering them. This one word was the only thing they ever said to me. I took this to mean that they didn't know if anything had happened, but didn't try to investigate further. I was vaguely concerned that they seemed to have suddenly disappeared without anyone knowing, but it wasn't my place to try and dig things up.

A couple days later I was scrolling back through a different blog and I noticed an old post they'd reblogged from the person who deleted's sideblog, and the sideblog had also been deleted. I sent a dm asking something like "Hey, I noticed [blog] and [sideblog] were both deleted, and was wondering if you knew if the mod was alright" and received a response just saying that no one wanted to make what happened public, least of all the mod. I thanked them for responding, apologized for prying, and said I hoped things were alright, then deleted my post asking if anyone knew what had happened, so that people couldn't stumble on it, get curious, and try and pry themselves.

Very shortly after, I received an anonymous ask scolding me for prying into the mod's business when they wanted things kept quiet and continuing after being told no. I posted the anon and explained that I hadn't meant to pry - just was wondering if things were okay - and that I must have misinterpreted that first "no", apologized if I'd made anyone uncomfortable, and made it clear I would absolutely not ask further. That was the end of it, at least as far as I know.

I think I might be the asshole because: I didn't know the mod, we'd never talked beyond their answering some of my asks, but I asked people about them anyways. I was genuinely wondering if they were okay and was careful not to ask what happened, but I know I can have trouble finding the line between normal and nosy, and maybe messaging two people was too far, even if the first person seemed to not know anything.

I think I might not be the asshole because: I wasn't asking for details on what happened, I was just wondering if they were okay or if I'd missed a goodbye post, and backed off immediately after being told it was private. I don't think it's really my fault that I misinterpreted the first person saying "no" to me asking if they knew if something had happened, since I thought they were literally answering my question.

Again, please do not try to figure out who was involved in this if you think you recognize it; I just want my brain to stop turning this damn situation over and over and maybe having strangers judge it will do that.

So. AITA for asking after someone who deleted their roleplay blog?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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sixosix · 4 months

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Sorry to bust down the door again so soon but I have returned! With more thoughts (trademarked)

(Also?? The fact I’m apparently being name dropped in reblogs?? WILD)

Akagi’s art made me go back and reread that specific scene where T!Reader keeps talking about kissing Lyney. (Beautiful art btw <3 I would ask out T!Reader on a date. She has two hands-). And although I didn’t realize it before, it felt like an interesting reversal of the normal interactions with them? Not to mention a couple of Lyney’s responses have me wanting to shake this man and demand his secrets. The magic man can’t hide them forever.

“It would’ve been easier if we hated each other, huh?” He traces his thumb over your lip, looking forlorn. “I wouldn’t have hesitated to protect my status as a Fatuus the moment you came back out of thin air.”

MAGIC MAN I DEMAND YOUR HIDDEN MEANINGS!!! Do you mean as seeing her as a threat? Physically?? Status wise?? Could it be the fact that even if you both hated each other she might still be able to read you like a book? Is it the fact she could have been a threat to Father’s favor of you as heir even if you don’t want it because last you knew, she did?? I know hating each other would have made it easier to dispose of someone who was once family but I can’t land on one solid reasoning behind this sentence. My brain ain’t big enough for this chief.

Lyney slumps against the wall, defeated. “Don’t just say that, Y/N. You can’t go around saying that.”

My heart goes out to this man. I know you talked previously in a different ask about the who knows about who’s feelings, but I don’t think you mentioned lyney’s perspective! Just that it was ours to interpret. So this line made me wonder- does he genuinely think reader doesn’t love him? That he needs to pull every trick in the book and plan 12 steps ahead just to slowly connect with her and have a chance? Because this definitely gave me that feeling. My take after my reread of the scene was that he felt like she was just being impulsive because of the alcohol with no real meaning behind it. He wants it to be real so bad, wants it to have those words be genuine but doesn’t think so. That he wants her to stop saying that because he knows(falsely but shh) that it isn’t true. And also because like Akagi said Furina really do be testing him but again shhhhhh.

Watch me stand at a cork board with red string trying to figure everything out.

(Also- I realized in my attempt to keep my last ask short I left out parts of my explanation of why I thought of the crack theory. Whoops. Maybe I’ll expand on that a different day.)

HI DEADMAN AETHER ANON!! you sent another ask about not signing off but i knew right away it was you LMFAOO

akagis art means SOOO much to me. its like someone looking into my head and drawing it out—its so wild. i cant believe we have a Thawed Artist !!! and the fact that akagi has a version of reader that we are all so in love with … THATS INSANE. we all dropped to our knees when akagi posted that art of drunk thawed!reader

LMFAOOO YOU LOOKING INTO IT. but i think you know what he means already… hihihi… stupid magic man always saying the most cryptic things

i said its up to your interpretation but u caught on what i was trying to imply! lyney didn’t believe a single thing. or a single kiss on his jaw for the matter LMFAOO who could blame him though? the reader he knows would run at the slightest wrong move—imagine how he felt having her all over him, demanding just kiss me, and its only because shes drunk. This poor man. he needs a hug. from a sober reader, preferably.

THE CORK BOARD LMFAOOO honestly, whenever u send me these asks im already imagining that. im imagining the anon pfp with a shirt of a deadman aether pinning red strings all over a corkboard

THANK U FOR STOPPING BY AGAIN ❤️❤️❤️❤️ WE ADORE YOUR ASKS

#i also wanna know about ur thoughts on ur theory!#cant wait for when u expand on it hehe #❤️❤️❤️❤️ MUCH LOVE . THANK U FOR YOUR ASKS AS ALWAYS #606:inbox #606: deadmanaether anon #<3

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lustbile · 2 years

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i was thinking about this the other day while i was reading kitten (i still have to read the second post!)

what about jaemin buying you one of those fluffy headbands that have cat ears/bunny ears on them! and then he actually sees them on you and he’s like o-O what did i do? i feel like he’d be shy about being so turned on by it at first but then he’d start his nana cooing ways 🥺

hi! i’m the anon who sent the ask about jaemin getting you a bunny/cat ear headband. i just wanted to make sure i worded it correctly i mean those fluffy ones people use to do their makeup! so it’s like jaemin sees you doing your makeup with it on and he just gets really turned on by it?

Thank you for the clarification, and also a huge thank you for this ask! you are fueling my nct x pet play agenda, so thank you in guiding me into be just a little bit more evil

Warning: jaemin calls reader bunny a lot, oral (reader giving), almost bimbofication at some points maybe?? or maybe im imagining things who knows, and cum eating because why not :)

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“Hey, what time do you think you’ll be read-,“ Jaemin starts as he walks into the bathroom, stopping and choking on his words when you look up at him with wide, surprised eyes.

He was intent on complaining when he started towards the bathroom to see you. Though he wasn’t one to be rushing and ready to leave perfectly on time, he had been waiting on you for a minute or two too long, and he’d had started to get antsy just sitting in the living room of your apartment just staring at his phone. But when he stood with a huff and groan from your worn couch, he didn’t expect to walk in on you with the bunny-eared headband he bought you sitting snugly on your head.

He bought it mostly as a joke, letting a weird tone take over his voice when he said something about you being a bunny just like him. But ultimately, he thought you’d just toss it in your ever growing pile of beauty supplies, and forget about it just as quickly as he did.

But he underestimated you, like he had done on a number of other occasions. Even though you didn’t let it show on your face when you were too busy rolling your eyes at his creeping hands and odd expression, you genuinely appreciated the simple gift. So, to his ignorance, you had been using it every time you did your makeup, this was just the first time he had caught you in the act.

“Just another five minutes, I swear,” you lie through your teeth, looking back to your reflection with a slightly open jaw as you slowly apply mascara, “I’m almost done.”

He heard you when you spoke, but your voice turned more into garbled syllables as he stared at the small fuzzy ears that poke from the top of your head. You look so cute as you sit perched on your chair, your butt lifted slightly as you lean in for a closer look, and he almost feels like he’s dreaming when the sudden overwhelming realization that you’re his and only his washes over him.

Slight shame also washes over him when he feels a stirring in his belly. You just look so sweet as you focus on the pigmented black that elongates your eyelashes, the makeup only adding to how you look when you bat your pretty eyes. He wants it to be a moment of just loving admiration, but he’d be a liar to say seeing you look so innocent and focused doesn’t make him feel like defiling you with his much rougher hands.

He approaches you with caution, not wanting to come on too strong when you’re distracted and risking you poking yourself in the eye. But the way he creeps towards you with a gentle hand only makes him feel like he’s approaching a defenseless bunny like a carnivore, and almost wants to kick himself for how it makes him stiffen in the confines of his jeans.

“Baby,” he coos softly, waiting until you have the spoolie far enough from your face before he wraps his hand around yours. He guides your wrist down until you stick it back into its tube, and he smiles softly when you look up at him again with those eyes that make his knees weak.

“You’re using the headband I got you?” He asks in an almost patronizing tone. He reaches to pinch one of the ears between fingers, and when you jump as if you actually feel the sensation and shyly nod, he feels his chest tighten, “so you did want to be my little bunny.”

You can’t hide the way his words affect you, your nose scrunching up as a soft grumbling sound comes from your throat. You want to complain yourself, want to warn him to not be mean to you, but when his other hand moves to cup below your chin, you just melt back into his chest with a pout.

“Well look at how pretty you look,” he praises, petting your head as he makes you look forward again into the mirror, “should have bought you one of these a long time ago.”

“You’re enjoying this too much Jaemin,” you say nervously with a soft scoff, your chest warming at the way he locks his eyes onto yours through the reflection, “it’s just a headband.”

“No, no, no,” he argues as he tilts your head back, looking down at you with a much more devious grin, “you’re the prettiest little bunny I’ve ever seen.”

He leans down as he happily hums, his lips landing on your forehead with a soft kiss, and your hand lifts up to curl around his forearm when he starts trailing more kisses down the bridge of your nose.

“Don’t mess up my makeup,” you complain with a long whine, going against your own words when you lean your head back further as he moves down. He chuckles softly at your inability to resist his kisses, and he nips gently at your skin just to watch you squirm.

“I won’t,” he assures through a mumble, gently pecking at the tip of your nose before he finally brushes his lips against yours, “I’ll be real careful, I swear.”

“Mhm,” you hum unconvinced when his lips lock onto yours, opening your mouth slightly when he flicks the tip of his tongue out. The kiss turns much deeper than you expected when he was just cooing about your bunny ears, but you accept it happily when he licks at the back of your teeth.

You can feel him still fiddling with the ears of your headband as he steals the breath from your lungs, tugging at the fabric as he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip. Any intention of finishing your makeup and leaving to go shopping like you two planned is wiped from your mind, and instead all that plagues your mind is the boy that wraps himself around you.

“You were taking so long, bunny,” he playfully complains against your lips as he moves his hand down to curl gently around your throat, “making me wait so long. Do you think you can make it up to me?”

“Yes,” you whisper without thought, enjoying the heat of his hand on your skin too much to form real thoughts, not thinking of what he could be implying as you sit up enough to put your lips back on his. And it’s not until he pulls away and moves to stand next to you, does it dawn on you how dirty his idea of retribution had been.

The bulge that sits at your eye level is unignorable, and when you shuffle to turn to face him, you feel your mouth start to water and your hands begin to twitch. His hand is now curled around the back of your neck, and when he pulls you until your chin rests on his stomach, you happily grin up at him and sigh.

“You know what to do, bunny,” he says sternly with a nod down, letting you go to give you range of motion again, busying his hands instead with petting at the skin of your cheek and pinching the end of one of the bunny ears.

Your hands shake slightly as they smooth up the denim that wraps around his thighs, your eyes fluttering back down the button that clasps his jeans closed. The itch of anticipation floods your chest suddenly, and when he lets out a small sound when you reach the small round piece of metal, you can’t stop the way your body slightly bounces in your seat.

You glance up at him again as you undo his pants, biting softly at your lip as you look at him with wide eyes. It would be foolish of you to act like you haven’t perfected the act of playing your boyfriend like a fiddle, and it feels like he’s handed you a silent gift of thanks when his lips curl in and his jaw tightens in his impatience.

You curl your fingers underneath the waistband of his jeans and underwear once his zipper is undone, working the fabric down his hips slowly as his chest rises and falls with his laboring breath. The way he glares down at you feels like a warning, but the feeling of him impatiently tugging on the headband and the way his eyebrows furrowed together makes you just want to tease him even further.

You let out an embarrassing sigh of content when you look down to watch him gently slap up against his belly, the sight of him so hard just from the sight of you making your thighs clench together as you wiggle in your seat. You feel yourself subconsciously lick your lips, and as the sound of only your combined breathing surrounds you, you smooth one hand up until you start to trail your fingers softly up his length.

“Such a bad bunny,” he grumbles through his teeth, huffing when you look up at him with sparkling eyes while wrapping your hand around him. It’s with this touch he realizes that you coated your skin with lotion after you exited the shower not even over an hour ago, and the feeling of you soft palm around him and starting to move up and down his length, makes him hiss out his words, “you’re always so mean to me aren’t you.”

All you do in response is happily nod, letting out a small noise of content when his hand that isn’t busy tugging at your fake ears, wraps firmly around the side of your neck. You wiggle a bit as you lean forward in your seat, holding eye contact firmly with the man that stares down at you in awe, and you revel in the sharp intake of air he takes when you take every chance of your hand slipping down to lap quickly at the tip of him that pokes out from above your fist.

The abrupt taste of him against your tastebuds makes your nose twitch again, the sight of that and the way your bunny ears bounce along with your head makes his blunt nails dig into the tender skin of your neck. He loves the sight of you so eager and playful as you drool slightly on the small amount of him you get a taste of, but he fears he may lose his mind if he doesn’t get to feel the entire expanse of your mouth.

“Stop playing around bunny,” he warns, nudging the back of your head until you wrap your lips around him, and he almost warns again until you slowly sink down as if you’re chasing your fingers with your lips and tongue.

The feeling of your warm tongue lapping at the thick vein he knows drives you insane makes his mouth fall open, and he can’t help but wink at you with happy surprise at the ease of you taking his large size. The first few times he let you put your mouth on him were a struggle, ending in you pouting and begging him to somehow train your mouth, but now you slip down much easier, your nose brushing down the hairs of his happy trail as you nuzzle against his belly.

You still drool messily around him, the evidence of that being clear across your lips and lower face as you pull up for a breath of air, a pleased grin on your face to show it off. You also still gag slightly when he guides you back down, your tongue lolling out past your bottom lip as you determinately force him as far back into your throat as you can take. The tension the action causes against his skin makes Jaemin gasp, and he can’t stop his hips when they start to thrust until he’s controlling the pace of you taking him in and out of your mouth.

You gurgle happily as he starts sloppily fucking into your mouth, your eyes moving up to his again as he takes in your messy face. If the way you look so excited, with his hands circling around your face and neck to keep you moving at the perfect speed, wasn’t enough to make his body tense and his face twist up in pleasure, the way the bunny ears of the headband flop against your forehead softly with every move does.

He thinks you’re unreal in every sense of the word. First, just using the silly gift in the first place, but then also somehow being the most arousing creature he’d ever seen when wearing it was throwing his whole mind off course. But now, with his size stretching your lips and throat as you have the nerve to look so happy and willing to have your mouth used like this, he thinks you’ve found a way to completely drain his brain from his body.

The warning he tries to speak dies on his lips from the mess of swears that take over his tongue, but the warning is unnecessary as you can already tell he’s towards his finish. The way he twitches against your tongue as his thrusts become messy and out of sync, is enough to tell you that you are truly always a few steps ahead of him.

The first taste of his come hitting you tongue makes you jerk back against his hold, but once it floods your senses, you’re reaching up to grab roughly at the way sides of his jeans. His hands try to keep up with the way they were moving you, but as you use your hold on him to pull his hips closer to your face, he knows he’s fighting a losing battle.

He lets out a rattling gasp and curse of your name when your nose pushes against his stomach again, his hand flying out to grasp at the lip of your vanity as his thighs tense almost painfully, and he worries for his mental and physical wellbeing when you groan happily around his over sensitive length.

You slide off of him with a soft popping noise when he finally finds enough strength to pull you away, and all he can do is smile down at you in amazement as you tilt your head back to offer him a much more energetic grin.

“Did I make it up to you Jaeminnie?” You ask with a cute, teasing tone that’s rougher than usual from the intrusion on your throat. And with the small streak of some that coats your bottom lip and drips down your chin, he wraps his hands around the back of your head again as he leans down. His tongue lands flat against the bottom curve of your chin, licking up the remnant of his orgasm from your skin before he slots his lips over yours, and shoves his still coated tongue past your teeth.

“Yes, bunny,” he whispers against your lips when he pulls away, the taste of himself lingering between you as he decides in that moment it would take a miracle to stop him from calling you that name, “but I messed up your pretty makeup.”

He frowns at the confession, as if you wouldn’t know about the trials and tribulations he just put you and your face of makeup through.

“Did you, Jaemin?” you offer a faux pout, playing into his antics once again, purely for the sake of your own entertainment.

“Yeah,” he says with a light whine in his voice as he lifts his hand to brush against the underneath of one of your teary eyes, “we can go out later, guess it’s my turn to make it up to you.”

#Nct smut #jaemin smut #kpop smut #nct dream smut #nct blurb #jaemin blurb #ask

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luvlyhyunjin · 29 days

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omg i literally sent you an ask like two hours ago thinking "well this can't get any worse now we're gonna be so up from here on" AND IT SOMEHOW GOT WORSE?????? AGAIN I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START WOAH yeji having it out for y/n over something that happened years ago and that hyune obviously got over is just soooo.. like she has so many reasons to give y/n a piece of her mind for and she chooses /this/ hill to die on?? AND not addressing her directly???? babyyyy this ain't it!! i think this is also a way of evidencing how distanced yeji and hyune have grown more than the distaste that she has towards y/n, like she doesn't know about hyune and her's connection and where they stand as much as the others do bc yeosang drove her away from them all which is so sad :-( sometimes she frustrates me a bit but i have a lot of sympathy towards yeji especially in this situation bc i know how hurtful it is to feel ostracised from your close friendships due to a toxic relationship and trying to hold on to the things you knew about them while not realising that they've changed bc you haven't been there enough to witness those changes :-( idk if this was your intention when you wrote it but it's really accurate. i know there's a lot of bad blood between yeji and y/n, now more than ever with the yeosang situation 💀 but i really do wish they can have a heart to heart sometime bc both of them have been so wronged and hurt by evil men and idk if a friendship between them is possible tbh but i feel like they can find a support system in each other even if they aren't friends. i just want my girls to be happy and i know there's a long way to go but they both deserve healing smsm :-(

now WDYM MFS RAIDED HYUNE'S HOUSE OH MY GOD????? this is y/n's fuckass father FOR SURE his ass wants to play gangster so bad HE AIN'T SHIT!!!!!!! i'm so flabbergasted i swear i never saw this coming??? i never thought that bum would ever go to this length to try to impose control on his daughter like that man's crazyyyyy. at first i thought the raid was bc of yeosang but you know that man ain't got no friends and is a coward he could never pull up like this 😭 so that's why i think it's y/n's father who's behind this bc he wants to have his godfather moment for some reason 💀 yk how weird men go crazy once they realise they can't control the women they feel entitled to so i think y/n moving out made him feel some kind of way. i can't wait for that asshole's downfall i swear i'm praying on it im going to church over it im manifesting it 🙏🏻 unless hyune is onto something that we're not aware of??? which idk im not sure about that honestly but i didn't see like half the things that ended up happening coming either so you knowww im seated, hyune and hannie living with y/n will be so cute too!! we love to see domestic hyune+y/n content we used to pray for times like this 🥹 so we might be kinda up after all maybe

thank you sm for the update so soon!! you're working overtime for this and it's sooo appreciated you deserve the world fr 🫂🩷🩷

genuinely curious what made you think "its only up from here" cus... 🫡efuhhfihw fyi anon i take my angst tag VERY seriously 🧐 some may say i'm not trust worthy but i just like being unpredictable

about the whole yeji situation it is intentional yes! im so glad you noticed its kinda hard to write such subtle things in smau without it being in your face because it's one of those things that i want ppl to notice but sometimes im like ahh idk if anyone would notice, i think for her she obviously views y/n as a rival but because she's left out (hence jinnie growing more distance ever since yeo came into her life) she tries to attack y/n with the only available card she has which is "you did smth bad to my friend" bc she doesn't know anything else and she wasn't even there when it all happened she only got snippets from the story and from jinnie's side when he was still feeling resentful towards y/n and you see the difference in this specific subject between her and lix (bc lix was there) he gets their bond sm more and it's so much easier for him to not hold it against y/n

listen y/n's dad might be a little worse than her mom idk they're competing for that title rn, ty for being so kind baby as alwayys i enjoyed reading and im sorry for talking sm i just get excited about my characters🥰🥰💞💞

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wormsforbrains · 1 month

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hello saw ur ask for help about oscar characters for 50s-80s and just my thoughts. for one, the list is genuinely kind of short, and really what i have complied for your options is:

peter malkin (operation finale) (50s/60s)

llewyn davis (inside llewyn davis) (60s)

abel morales (a most violent year) (80s)

rydal keener (two faces of january) (60s)

bud cooper (suburbicon) (50s)

nick wasicsko (show me a hero) (late 80s/early 90s)

i know you have done quite a few llewyn, abel, and rydal ones, but imo they are your safest bets. bud might be hard because he’s in maybe like 5-10 minutes of that long and quite frankly boring film. nick i feel like is murky waters because he was very much a real person who in retrospect, did not die that long ago. so that depends on your feelings about it plus he is pushing the bounds of your ask. personally, i would absolutely *not* recommend peter considering what is currently going on in the world. if you haven’t seen the movie, long story short he plays an isr*eli m*ssad agent and i just feel like that is in poor taste. others might disagree with me but that is my opinion.

a bit of a stretch is you might be able to do blue jones from sucker punch since he kind of exists outside of time in a way, but i feel like that’s cheating + there’s only so many variations of what to do with that character.

does this help you choose one? probably not. but i thought it might help to show you what the options might be; and just looking at each to see who might fit best for whatever scenario that anon asked you for. anyways, hope i at least helped a little, have a nice day :3

The list actually helps a lot more than you think, because I’m very picky with my decisions so I’m fucking grateful you sent me this list.

I’m gonna pick Abel, he suits this list, but again so does Rydal but my heart is choosing Abel, my sugar pie. 🤫

Also for Peter, not related to this topic but damn, I forgot that he was one. I had so many ideas for him but crossing that out of the list, for that solid reason and differently not adding him to this list

So again, thanks pookie. Just know I’m gonna cook you a delicious meal and run you a nice bubble bath. 💪

#janitor ai

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dil-ibaadat · 1 year

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Hellooo! This is the anon who sent you the West Wing youtube clip.

I was shy and hence posted anonymously but you’re so sweet that I couldn’t help revealing myself! 🙈

Full disclaimer that I’ve never watched the West Wing but have always kinda wanted to because I love that sort of old timey witty American drama, even if it’s politics I don’t fully understand and it is a full testament to your talent and writing prowess that I now really feel like watching the show to get all the references from your fic 🙈Alas, it’ll have to wait since I have an exam but I shall get to it right after hopefully!

I’ve read this first chapter about 5 times ( I am not joking), I can’t even explain why I love it so much! You’ve combined two series’ with such finesse! There’s so much depth and character even within this fanfictiony world and I can’t even begin to grasp how sexy it is? The whole premise and how it’s so befitting for Kanthony and the rest of the Bridgerton clan too!

I love how you’ve not made it just a love story but like an actual world with seemingly real people trying to actually make a difference - that whole bit with Tom saying ‘this is going to be the greatest thing they’ll do’ is just so epic.

I can’t wait to see how the election unfolds now that Kate is almost winning! I wish this was an actual show, that’s how amazingly you’ve pulled me in 😬

I now get your references for the characters and it’s funny how initially before reading, I just assumed Anthony and Kate would be modelled on Josh and Donna (since they were the only two characters I sort of knew from the West Wing) but your interpretation of them contesting for President is way cooler and makes for so much more angst and drama.

Sorry for such a long ask, I’m genuinely so happy and eager to read your wonderful fic and I really hope you write many many more stories because your talent is just astonishing. 😍 Dowry is one of my favourites in the fandom. Shoutout to @folklauerate too as I realise this is both of your time and effort! (My favourite fic of hers is Hold Onto You and the Heist Society one!)

I’d like to end with getting the Chris Traeger reference too! I now know who Sam Seaborn is. 🙈

oh, wow. this is one of the loveliest messages i have ever received. <3 thank you so much for taking the time to send it!!!!! i'm so pleased you like the writing and the general vibe :)))

as for watching the west wing, we're doing our best to make sure it's not necessary to have watched the show in order to get the fic. if you have, you probably recognize some scenes (directly ripped off from scenes and dialogue in the show), and some character sketches, but beyond a few elements of plot, background, and surface-level characterization, this fic universe will feel a bit different from the show. we're borrowing the universe, the idealism, and the feel-good, hard-but-worth-it political reality constructed in the show. it's a wild, escapist political AU, all in good fun. we hope you'll like it! :)

i find it interesting you say you thought the dynamic between kanthony would be a josh/donna type deal, because i did consider that when i began writing it. it was sort of my go-to, but then i realized i've seen the boss/secretary dynamic many times in shows and it's gotten a bit stale for me. i've also noticed that oftentimes, the female love interest is put in the assistant-position, which to me feels a bit antiquated. at the same time, it's hard for me to imagine anthony in donna's position because the power dynamic between anthony and kate was very different in canon, so i ended up nixing that thought because i wanted them to start off as equals.

that said, there are other bridgerton ships that could fit the dynamic really well! josh and donna are interesting because they're introduced as this enmeshed, basically-married duo that are on a slowburn, friends-to-lovers arc. i think polin could work really well with that storyline, with maybe penelope as josh to shake things up (i think colin as her assistant who switched a lot of lanes in college and career-wise could be really, really interesting, and maybe one of pen's sisters could be dead, to give that additional edge of angst to the already complicated featherington dynamics aaaaaand i better stop before i end up writing this too!).

moreover, i originally began writing this fic because i was interested in exploring a kate-tom friendship a la jed and leo. and in order to do that, i had to make kate president. and then the idea grew legs, because i actually adore the idea of kate as a thirty-something, obama-type figure who's pulled in the opposite directions of radical liberal idealism and centrist pragmatism and anthony as a jaded, conflicted, entrenched dynastic political figure who's caught in this quagmire of expectations. in a way, anthony's still conflicted about his relationship with kate in this AU because it directly conflicts with his personal ambitions and his desire to make his dad proud, so that's canon-accurate but also repackaged in a fun, fresh way.

i don't know. i think it's neat. it's a neat AU. and @folklauerate has so many great ideas and juicy bits of characterization and plot and pitch-perfect writing -- it's gonna be so good, i'm gonna scrreeeeaaaammmm.

finally, thank you so much for being here in my inbox and sending this ask. i've been having days on and off for the past few months where i seriously question my writing and purpose and it's comments and messages like this that stop me from giving it all up and moving to kazakhstan and taking up, i don't know, goat-farming (or is it kyrgyzstan ;D, you tell me). i really appreciate it.

#ask on tumblr #promiseoftruth #bridgerton #my fic #OUR FIC

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altschmerzes · 1 year

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Anon from earlier here — please feel free to ignore this because it is so ridiculously long and self indulgent that I feel the need to apologise for even putting it in your inbox at all.

Perhaps similarly to you, I’m sort of toe-deep in the Ted Lasso fandom. I’m far too obsessive about the show and the characters to be considered a casual viewer, but completely lacking the emotional capacity to fully absorb myself into a new space. I think this is why I’m so protective of the characters, specifically Jamie, because there’s so much of his arc and backstory that I can relate to, and I’m SO sensitive to the way abuse is portrayed in shows, because it’s rarely done well (from what I’ve seen personally).

The Same Story was one of the first fics I read about Ted Lasso because I wanted read more about Jamie specifically, and I CANNOT tell you how excited I was when I found it. It does (along with your other writing) exactly what the show doesn’t for me. I think the show is the best example of an abused character I’ve seen, but it can’t be perfect, and I found everything I was looking for in your writing. I genuinely can’t thank you enough for that, because it’s been very…. healing ? might be the word ? to read. It’s just done so beautifully and realistically ugh. You’re a really special author.

Going back to the whole Roy thing (who is another favourite character of mine) I think my main issue is the regression as well. Like, yes, first season Roy would ABSOLUTELY charge toward Jamie. Except now we’ve come to understand Roy as a deeply caring, sensitive, protective and anxious person. I don’t think Roy would EVER be violent toward Jamie again after knowing what he knows now, and if he did, he would apologise (or try to, at least.) Maybe we get that in a later episode, I’m not sure.

What’s painful for me about 2.08 is that there was this beautiful, incredible scene that was everything I have ever wanted from an abuse storyline, I could hardly believe what I was watching, and then just…. Nothing. Literally no after effects. Which was ??? Very disorienting ??? Not even a “hey, just checking in man” from one of Jamie’s teammates, a reluctant nod of acknowledgment from Roy, an extra pat on the back from Ted, just… Nothing ??? I absolutely love the show, wouldn’t want to mess with it at all, but this threw me. I’m aware that it is also written for a general audience and not specially for me, a shamelessly demanding and traumatised person, (how dare they!) but yeah, I have a lot of Thoughts on that one.

I’ll self-indulgently attempt to express what I think would be a far more in character interaction between these two post Man City — let’s use the locker room scene in 3.02 as an example:

I don’t think Roy wouldn’t NOT get an instinct to shove Jamie away, because he’s far from perfect — which like you say, makes him far more interesting. I think that Jamie would try and hug him, Roy would make to shove him off, and then stop himself with a Roy Grunt and step away. I think Jamie — being as emotionally intuitive as he is — would pick up on this immediately. Perhaps Jamie would become defensive of this, asking Roy if he’s too afraid to shove him how. He’s not going to break. And I think Roy would probably respond with something along the lines of, “Of course I want to shove you. We’re both pricks. But I’m trying not to be.”

This is of course “along the lines of” as it’s rubbish, hastily put together dialogue, but hopefully you get the idea. Also this is all subjective and I could be completely wrong about Roy and Jamie and Everyone and blah blah blah but yeah. It’s not a perfect response from Roy by any means, but it’s also not a violent one. After all Roy’s growth, I just don’t think he’d ever regress to violence around Jamie ever again — or at least he’d try his best not to.

I have a thousand more thoughts on all of this but I’ll restrain myself here. I’ve sent one or two asks before (you’re actually the only person I’ve interacted with who is interested in Ted Lasso) and I must say it’s been such a delight to get a response. As a fellow aromantic / survivor (I’m always embarrassed to use that word) of abuse, it’s really really lovely to have these little mini discussions with you. I love love love hearing what you have to say. If I ever send an ask again, perhaps I could use a letter to sign off with so you know it’s that person who won’t shut up in your inbox again (I’m too much of a frightened deer to come off of anon just yet). At the same time, if you want to tell me to kindly fuck off, I’d completely get it.

Thanks for making me feel like you’re writing just for me with your writing. I know that you’re not, but thanks anyway. It’s a really wild feeling to read something that feels so perfectly fine-tuned for my brain. I hope to god you’re already a published author.

Anyway, have a great day/night and I’m really truly sorry for the outrageous length of this silly little ask.

— L

no listen you don’t need to apologize at ALL this is so much exactly my feelings on a lot of things that i sat here physically nodding my head the whole time. i get it. Buddy I Get It, me of all people, I REALLY do.

i just tend not to have a good time in general fandom tags and whatnot overall, bad combination of brain ghosts and romance repulsion that just makes that a bad fit, and it just makes the friends i make via whatever means that much more of an absolute treasure to me. especially when, like with this show, it’s moved into my brain completely and taken over and that’s just What’s Going On in here and otherwise it’s a lot of me running in circles and climbing walls absksbsk.

and yeah same if there is One button that always always always trips me it’s “presentations of abuse and abuse victims/survivors in fiction,” im pretty hypersensitive about that. and like i get that it’s My Specific Priority and it’s not gonna be everyone’s or most people’s or whatever narrative it is on the whole but yknow! ill own my bias and i try not to be embarrassed for it. that’s a lot of why i write - the narratives have their own priorities and so do fandoms so im gonna take advantage of the opportunities i have to spend some time with mine.

im really, REALLY glad that my writing’s been meaningful for you! that’s honestly why i do it. because stories like the ones i write have been like, everything to me for a really long time, and a big driving force in getting myself to actually Allow Myself to write them is by going hey, maybe someone else needs to see this too. same story specifically was one i had to push myself to actually release into the world but im very very glad i did and im that much more bolstered to keep going both with it and whatever else there is in my back pocket after this <3

roy is a fantastic, fascinating character and a big part of why he gets my attention and i keep coming back to him is this interesting combination of being a very shut down, reserved person while also being HIGHLY critical of himself and afraid of negatively impacting the people around himself that he’s got influence on. i think about that conversation in the car with phoebe almost as much as the scene with jamie later in that episode when it comes to roy in 2x08. it just feels….. bizarrely static at best and regressive at worst.

i love this alternate version. that’s very fun, and way more in line what what i think roy’s progression to this point would more likely lead to. character interpretations are extremely variable and biased in a million directions but i personally think you’re right on the money and it’s a version of that story that im personally invested in exploring no question. (for what it’s worth, i think you’re gonna enjoy the episode tag im knee deep in writing.)

and yeah im on exactly the same page about 2x08. nobody has to agree with me or whatever but far as im concerned it just….. bizarre and jarring that there were literally no consequences or even blink and you’ll miss it follow up like you mentioned, some hey how’re you holding up, or. Anything. it’s like it didn’t happen, at least as far as jamie and people’s reaction to him is concerned, which is like…. again, this is me and my personal bias speaking but that was an ENORMOUSLY rattling event for everyone there, and just, any kind of recognition that it happened would’ve gone a long way to making that way less disorienting.

also- im so glad you’ve enjoyed my answers and i also apologize if ive missed any!! i am SO bad at remembering to answer things and my inbox gets glitchy sometimes so please please feel free to send something again if you don’t see an answer for a while. id love to hear from you again should you want to chat and the sign off letter is a great idea, i love knowing it’s the same person!!

and for the record, it IS for you. as much as it is for me. i joke around a lot that i write for aros and abuse survivors first and everyone else can read it too so. it is for you, specifically, and it really does mean everything for me to hear that my writing is making it to the people it’s meant for. im not a published author YET but hopefully someday! ive got quite a bit of original work hanging out on my computer and bouncing around in my head thatll ideally see the light of day eventually.

#gav gab #gav answers #long post #ted lasso spoilers #I feel the need to reiterate i love this show and what it’s doing very much #for the part of my brain that’s always highly on alert for someone being Mad At Me

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mrs-evadne-cake · 7 months

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Hey i think ive sent compliments about ur stranger things fic on here before too but skdhdk i recently reread it again (at this point i think i do come back to it once a year lmao) and i just had to come back here again because i feel like its only gotten better on the reread!!! Everytime i remember what a disappointment the recent seasons of the show have become i come back to ur fic and am always astounded by the amount of care you've put into the story and the affection you have for the characters and truly fleshing them out the way you did. Especially a big fan now of the way you tackled the question of "how do we decide something or someone is a monster" on the latest reading between neil hargrove tuning into his radio, james harrington deciding who were real people and who are the monsters who needed to be contained, and ofc the little girls who knew themselves to be monsters now because of things theyve gone through but still try their best to hang onto things they love. Something i didnt pay attention to on the first reading but now i cant stop thinking about it!!! Esp with how jonathan immediately forms a rapport with the abused children instantly because he knows what its like to inherit that monstrousness from violence thats been done to you and desperately wanting to rise above it + the sympathy w which you wrote kali genuinely put this above anything the show could put out at this point. Maybe ever because i dont think the show could truly ever commit to the political stance its first season demanded. Thank u so much!!!!! I liked how now that theres smth of a positive relationship bw hopper and kali, theres potential for a kali and sara hopper team up in the future and possibly how hopper can keep in touch if sara ever decided to reach out.

Optional question for u to respond to: in the story its constantly referenced that jonathan met steves dad at some point and that was probably when steve was told that he wasnt to hang out with the byers. Im guessing that was when joyce dropped him off that halloween cause thats when steve started finding loopholes to meet up with him? I just wanted to know if that would be a correct assumption, and i was wondering how that encounter went down lmao

(btw the choice of making jonathan and steve childhood friends + steve and nancy always being jonathans first loves and them eventually falling into that same configuration the two of them promised each other even when jonathan was the only careful custodian of that memory and never brought it up???? FUCKING INSPIRED. I've never gotten over it ever. Steve admitting in his "rewritten history" bits that jonathans smile made him feel like a bullet train????? God I'll never stop being lightheaded everytime i think about that.)

Hey i think ive sent compliments about ur stranger things fic on here before too but skdhdk i recently reread it again

You're Anon, so I don't know! But if you did I am delighted you decided to reread and tell me more! Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner! Haven't been on here a lot came back and was like...is that... a message?

the affection you have for the characters and truly fleshing them out the way you did.

I'm always so glad when this is what readers take away from it- I never wrote as a hobby before writing this (and haven't written since, unfortunately had the same ultimate feeling on s3/4 as you) but I really loved the show and characters after S2 and this was just an expression of that for sure. I'm so happy it comes through!

Esp with how jonathan immediately forms a rapport with the abused children instantly because he knows what its like to inherit that monstrousness from violence thats been done to you and desperately wanting to rise above it

Thank you! I really wanted a big part of the fic to be that no one's 'hero moment' has to be killing a monster with a bat- hell, I maintain to this day that Steve's was just apologizing in S1- and that it can just as well be empathy and kindness.

Maybe ever because i dont think the show could truly ever commit to the political stance its first season demanded.

Don't get me started.

Yeeeeagh. I don't remember if I had a thing for this? It's been a few years. The Halloween thing is from The Wolves in the Walls which was the original first chapter of this when it was still gonna be a 5 chapter character study instead of a you know, novel. I think in the fic proper it was that his dad was just around more when he was in grade school and just started to have to leave constantly when the project really ramped up around when Terry Ives/Ken/Gloria/Alice joined and 11 was born?

I'm so happy you enjoyed it - thank you so much for the excellent take and the wonderful comment!

#iasl

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omg i just searched up pjo tumblr on twt and they HATE it...i didn't know this was a thing!! & i didn't know jasico was such ahated ship! that's crazy to me it's the only one i can actually get behind in canon (like solangelo is cute&sweet but only in good fanfics lol, canonically uhmmmmm) . i just don't get it how do they not see the potential!!!!! & i think it's funny how they say it's negative or miserable on here i think it's more miserable to be unable to criticise things without people getting mad. im having a ball reading all the tsats posts lmao.

i figure maybe it's a age thing? i've seen more older people on here & unfortunately it is just inevitable that you will be a little bit annoying at 14/15 etc haha.

i just sent this here because i saw your post about twt people getting mad & had to investigate. well my eyes are opened now!

“i think it’s more miserable to be unable to criticize things without people getting mad”

anon. genuinely thank you.

this new fandom attitude whereas you can’t criticize things you like or follow, and if you do it must only be because the author did something malicious, and if not you’re being a miserable bitch is… bad. it’s not good.

it’s very important to have a critical mind and understand on our own not only when a piece of media is problematic but also when its characters are flat and the plot is not compelling and the writing is poor. that’s also part of being critical.

“authors don’t owe you anything” means they don’t owe you more books, or the exact characters you want, or the exact plot you want. it doesn’t mean you can’t say that a product you bought with your own money isn’t well done, especially as independent, unknown authors struggle to get their stuff published while Disney and other big corporations feed us garbage that could very well become AI generated soon.

let’s be fr: i had every right to expect, at the very least, not BLATANT continuity errors from two published authors. we need to stop pretending that it’s mean to ask for the bare minimum.

and even if we (or i) were wrong and the book was amazing… don’t we all learn the whole “respect other people’s opinions as long as they are harmless” in preschool? i genuinely don’t get what there is to be angry about🤷🏻‍♀️

and yeah idk what their problem is with Jasico. it’s such an innocuous ship.

#ask #lol

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juneviews · 2 years

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[Re: ask about the Krist thread]

Nooo I didn't mean you who ‘blindly joined the hate train’. I'm so sorry that my wording caused the misunderstanding. I only meant to say the thread was made to those who did, to at least offer other perspectives into the issues.

I did see your views on Krist and this pairing, which you have your own reasons for and are definitely entitled to. I only wish to say that while you do know more about him than many others and have seen him irl on stage too, I still don't think it's justified to use personal views to interprete or predict so surely how he'll act towards anyone in any given situation. The same applies to me as a fan of Krist (i.e. biased), I have expectations but can't say with certainty how the interactions between the two will be like, since I don’t know Gawin that well and it's a new environment I've never seen Krist in: a less familiar and also younger male co-lead, while having more experience compared to sotus era and an already established cp fandom. All of us don’t even know how the casting/recasting went, or if they’d met or talked before that. My point is, Krist should be criticised/educated for his wrong actions, and can be disliked for how he appears, but it doesn’t seem right for him to be judged or made fun of(?) by something people don't know the full context of (e.g. the casting decision, his teary eyes in G’s igs), or for something he just may or may not do in the future.

I mean yeah I can see your point anon. but tbh in almost every comment I've left about this situation, I've talked about the option of the show positively surprising me, even though I have very low expectations for it. but I also know from experience, from having seen krist in bl roles & straight roles, that he just seems more comfortable with a female co-star than a male one. can he surprise me with be my favorite? sure. I've also acknowledged the fact that gawin was likely chosen after krist did multiple screentests with other actors to find his best match, so who knows, maybe they're gonna have the best chemistry in the world. and if they do, I'll admit it. just like I've said that I think krist is talented before. but yeah at this point I am trolling about this project bc it's such a fucking mess & it brings me joy, so yeah. I really don't think it's that deep but I definitely won't tag krist's name in any of my posts about the series from now on.

edit: this anon sent me a second ask

[from Krist's fan anon]

I thought about it and realised it was rather impolite for a stranger to send anon ask on a topic not very relevant to you and your blog. I probably acted on a protective impulse sending the first ask, and I'm sorry that I've bothered you.. You don't need to reply to my second ask if you don't want to, I genuinely only needed to clarify that I didn't mean you who did that 🙏

I’m glad you realized this anon, and it’s okay. in fact I’m glad that we were able to have a polite & eloquent conversation on this topic bc I understand that it must be hard to be a fan of someone that people constantly shit on (though imo it is most of the time justified to a certain extent.) so it’s all good! I’ll probably continue memeing be my favorite bc once again that shit is too funny to me, but I don’t go around talking about krist every day of my life either. thanks for this third ask clarifying the situation!

xxx

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enneamage · 2 years

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Anon sent me a long’un so I’ll summarise some of the points they raised to reply to them.

How can Wilbur and Shubble be compatible if they don’t have things in common?

Because I’m mostly here to do a very specific bit, I have to say that technically they are ‘compatible.’ Threes and Sevens make high-octane couples, although I’ve heard some offhanded comments on websites about 3/7 being for ‘a good time, not a long time.’ They’re both big stimulation seekers and stuff-doers, which can hold them together for a while. They can also get amped up off each others energy, and sometimes compatibility is about ~vibes.~

To be real with you, I think Wilbur would wither if he was with someone who was exactly like him. He seeks contrast in his friends and he probably seeks contrast with his partners. I don’t get to know what they do or don’t have in common, but they both probably have hidden sides that they share with each other. Shubble isn’t as shallow as people want to dismiss her as, but inversely I don’t think Wilbur has the unfathomably intellectual needs that people let him imply he has. They meme at each other and go ‘aww’ at animals, sometimes a family is two streamers and ten cats.

She seems happy right now?

She probably is, honestly. Sevens are optimistic, and Wilbur is a person who flourishes in mystery. Them playing travel tag lets them have variety and thrill and stolen moments, classic honeymoon phase stuff.

I don’t want her to be unhappy, but if things go south it’s going to take some time. One of the features of a 7w6 is they can be a bit ‘this is fine’ under bad circumstances until they can’t take it anymore. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, but familiarity breeds contempt. Wilbur can be subtle in his inconsistencies and for as long as his promises can outpace his lapses in follow-through he seems like a very promising person. It generally takes people a while to reconsider his abilities once they recognise that he has a pattern.

Wilbur seems to have a very clear sense of what he wants the relationships in his life to be like, and he seems to want the same things over and over again.

This is one of those “Wilbur is Wilbur and we don’t fully know what’s going on here” things. A lot of people have made the observation that he’s strangely stiff when it comes to the kinds of dynamics that he wants with people, but I can only guess where that might come from. The closest thing that I would be able to point to is his habit of casting people for roles in his life. Wilbur was in love-intrest mode when he handed her that pick, hands down.

What’s going on with the string of bad relationships?

Romance in Youtube land is cursed.

Never let the good social media posts convince you that they’ve got better love lives, dating as a celebrity is a rotted game, and we’re all lucky to be nobodies. The celebrity dating pool is incestuous and tiny and everyone is weird. They might be “people just like you and me” in a literal human way, but they’re leading very different lives at a very different pace, and that’s not easy to bond with ‘normal’ people over. It’s also incredibly hard to sift out an algorithmic survival impulse for a desire for genuine human connection, thank you Love or Host for making that one into a spectacle.

At the end of the day, Wubble may as well happen. Wilbur might actually be one of the better ones Shubble has dated (with the little info I have,) which is kind of morbid considering what I’m willing to say about him. Anon also made the point that she may be used to things being… not great, so she may be numb to certain things already. It’s clear that she’s pinned a lot of hope on this since she literally determined that it was better than her previous relationship, and maybe that hope can be justified, but I’m not as optimistic about Wilbur’s ability to turn it around without facing his demons.

In a karmic way you get what you pay for, and these two came at a sketchy price.

#wlbr 3w4 #shbbl 7w6 #strap in it's Wubble™️#gen shbbl tag #gen wlbr tag

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sugas-sweetheart · 3 years

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tumblr seems to be very dead today and my post only has like 4 notes in the 2 hours it’s been up 🥴

#like I don’t ever expect many when I first post it #but considering Im kinda close to 600 I’d just expect a little more than 4 in 2 hours yk #idk interaction on posts makes me sad to look at lmao #especially when it’s like comments and feedback??? there’s literally nothing.#my top post has over 1000 notes. and the only comment is ‘🖤’#so like thanks for the emoji but that doesn’t help that much yk #but yeah idk readers leave comments and reblog s to support ur creators!! we end up getting burnt out from lack of feedback #like how can we know what you thought of a set of hcs or drabble or a fic when we have nothing to go off of apart from a like button #that doesn’t actually tell us anything about your reading experience #maybe you liked it so that u could find it later - maybe u liked it to acknowledge u had read it #it’s just yeah. oh my god and anon requests??? please. feedback is appreciated so much for those.#I genuinely think only one - maybe two - anons have thanked me or sent me an ask after writing their request to acknowledge they liked it #my moots requesting stuff is different bc they all understand the lack of interaction we face as writers and artists on here #anyway sorry #it’s like 11:30 I should get some sleep soon #but just give your writers feedback please!! it honestly makes our day to here you enjoyed it #you can reblog and put ur thoughts in the tags; you can just comment without the reblog; send an ask on or off anons #we just want some feedback from our lovely readers <3

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Ok so I don’t know if u remember that snippet u wrote about obi wan starting in Space Moulin Rouge but I’m obsessed with it. I want to know how that screening went down SO BAD. the entire concept is fucking hilarious and I can’t watch that movie without thinking about how delighted quinlan would be.

Thank you very much anon, of course I remember Space Moulin Rouge! May it put all the temple padawans through the same awakening Earth Moulin Rouge! put me through. I did actually write the next minute of the ficlet, but decided to cut it where I did for maximum comedic, so it picks up immediately where the fic left off. Here's what I've got:

Obi-Wan’s horror reached new levels. The entire temple had seen him...him prancing and, and singing. About love. He cleared his throat.

“Master Windu, I’d like to request a temporary transfer to a watchman position in the outer rim territories. I’m sure-”

“Request denied.” Mace interrupted. “Come on, Knight, on your feet.”

Obi-Wan staggered up, staring blankly into the void.

Master Windu clasped him on the shoulder and Obi-Wan almost fell on his face. The Master of the Order sighed. “Really, Kenobi. Everyone on the council assumed it was some bizarre scheme of Jinn’s. The Corellian Guilds assignment, right?”

Obi-Wan nodded, numbly allowing himself to be steered by Mace on one side on and Garen on the other as he accepted the fact that the entire HIGH COUNCIL had apparently watched him make goo-goo eyes at a burlesque dancer, or at least knew that he had. Master Windu hummed in acknowledgement. “I had wondered how he resolved that so quickly.”

“Well...now you know.” Obi-Wan continued to walk, shattered pieces of dignity falling to the ground with every step.

“Come on, Obi-Wan, you have nothing to be ashamed of,” Garen assured him. “You were great! You won all kind of nominations and awards! I cried at the end, it was that moving!”

Obi-Wan almost fell to his knees once more. “It- I don’t even remember the plot- It was only two weeks of filming, really-”

“Oh now you have to watch it,” Quinlan said solemnly.

Windu sent a bolstering wave of reassurance through the force, which was immediately undermined by his words. “Really, Knight Kenobi, you're a fine actor. I’d recommend you for shadow work just on this if it wasn’t for- well, maybe in a few years.”

Obi-Wan whimpered. “It- it wasn’t supposed to be released with my name.”

“It wasn’t!” Bant reassured him quickly. “It was actually quite the mystery apparently, the Globes nomination committee didn’t know where to send your invite for the ceremony-”

He did not whimper again, but he wanted to.

“But at somepoint a Nabooian citizen put together the musical stills together with the holophootage from the, ah, Nabooian liberation parade-”

Naboo. Of course. All terrible things can be traced back to Naboo.

Okay, perhaps he was being a little melodramatic.

“Let me guess,” Obi-Wan asked hollowly. “The mystery already was a source of gossip, and when they realized that the unknown actor was actually a Jedi, the news really sunk its teeth in.”

Quinlan coughed, clearly still wrestling with amusement. "Yeah...you might not want to use the front door for a little bit. Or any of the public entrances."

I suppose I didn't have it in me to make Obi-Wan sit through the screening. Assume that everyone is genuinely impressed and—Obi-Wan's good! Obi-Wan is just embarrassed because he's him and doesn't like the attention.

Eventually the fervor dies down. Obi-Wan shaves his head, grows out his beard, learns to stop flinching when the movie is mentioned and instead laughs it off before changing the subject. Gets recognized less frequently the more time goes by

Obviously when the war starts and they plaster his face on every space billboard it becomes a thing again, because Obi-Wan is meant for infinite suffering.

The big positive from all this (though Obi-Wan in universe fails to see it as such) is that Anakin gets super into musical theatre. Turns out that having a Healthy Creative Outlet does wonders for his general...Anakin-ness. Narrowly avoids the Tusken genocide. [Maybe saves Shmi? Not sure how—return to later] Slows down his relationship with Padme just a tad. Dramatically improves his relationship with Mace Windu, since Windu is also a huge theatre geek, so that's nice.

#star wars #moulin rouge #moulin rouge au #ask #my au #star wars au no 24

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

* * *

“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

* * *

“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor. And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

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