#I've never even kissed anyone and i probably never will because every single girl is out of my league

[roosterforme]

The Younger Kind Part 31 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley knows there's only one way to contend with what Carl did, and he will gladly do it for you. All he wants is his house, his kid and his girl. You on the other hand don't know quite how to deal with anything that's going on, because it all seems out of your control. 

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, fighting, blood, and age gap (18+)

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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You were so anxious for your first day of work, you actually woke up way too early and spilled blazing hot coffee all over your scrubs, forcing you to make a detour back to the bedroom to get changed. All you seemed to be able to think about was that video. That goddamn video. You wished you never looked in that box in the attic.

Once again, you were on the verge of tears as you pulled on a clean top and went to wake Noah up for the day. Everything felt like too much right now unless he was with you. The fact that you were as dependent on Noah as he was on you was probably nothing to brag about, but he really lit up every time you read to him or made him food. And you felt much better inside when he was snuggled up with you or holding your hand. 

You felt like his mom. You felt like you belonged here with him. He trusted you to take care of him, and you always would. But your confidence where Bradley was concerned felt stunted now, and you couldn't even talk to him about it. If you were even strong enough to bring it up at all. 

Noah climbed out of bed and went right to you for a hug, never questioning if he was welcome with you. "Morning, sweet Noah," you whispered against his soft hair. "Did you have happy dreams?"

He yawned and said, "Yeah. I was a pink dinosaur, and all of the other dinosaurs were afraid of me. So I got to eat all the Skittles."

"Wow," you said with a laugh as you carried him into the kitchen for breakfast. "That's the best dream I've ever heard of."

"Yeah, I know." 

He ate some eggs while you successfully drank your coffee and vanilla creamer without spilling it this time. And when you dropped him off at daycare, the same girl was working at the front desk.

"Hi, Noah," she said sweetly before handing you the clipboard to sign with a bland expression. You kissed Noah on the cheek and watched him walk in with the other kids before you signed your name. "And will you be picking him up again today, or should we be expecting another babysitter?"

You froze, and a startled laugh escaped your lips. "I'll be picking him up. And I'm the only babysitter." She appraised you again, so you added, "Only the best for Lieutenant Bradshaw and his son," before you spun on your heel and strolled out to the parking lot. 

You were driving the Bronco. You were in charge of Noah. Bradley was acting like some sort of sugar daddy boyfriend with the credit card you had tucked in your wallet. You shouldn't have been feeling insecure at all. You tried not to think about anything except getting to work on time for your first day. 

And being out of the house did help. You met all of the doctors and other nurses, and some of them were your age. Dr. Kelly treated you to lunch, and you got to chat with her a bit. You learned you'd get to assist with a few special needs kids later in the week. It was exciting. You had your own tiny workspace. Being there occupied your mind. 

But when you were asked to fill out a small stack of new hire paperwork in the afternoon, your pen stopped on the page multiple times. You hesitated twice before you eventually wrote Bradley's address as your own. You wrote his name and phone number down as your emergency contact, but you felt ridiculous writing 'boyfriend' where it asked for your relationship to him. After a brief debate, you wrote it anyway and moved on. And a beneficiary for your life insurance? Well, you didn't really have anyone else, so you put Noah. 

And then when you handed everything back in, you felt kind of like you were pretending to be an adult. 

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Bradley waited on his bunk for Carl to return. It was getting late, and he wondered where the fuck he was. Without completely dismantling the tiny room, Bradley had searched through as much of Carl's shit as he could. And that was after confirming that he was only missing the one polaroid that you sent with him. 

His ears were ringing. Fingers twitching. He was absolutely repulsed by the thought of anyone else looking at that picture. But especially Carl. That was a line you just didn't cross with a bunkmate. Bradley had seen some wild shit in his days, walked in on some things he wished he could unsee. But you simply did not mess with personal items. And you certainly didn't take anything under any circumstances without permission. And if it was anything pertaining to a wife, girlfriend or significant other, it was absolutely forbidden. 

And if you broke any of these unwritten rules, well... you should know what you were in for. 

When Bradley heard a key in the door close to midnight, his hands automatically curled into fists. Your pretty face popped into his mind, smiling up at him, a teasing smirk on your lips. Even though you weren't here, you deserved to be defended right now. He'd protect you and Noah until he used up his dying breath. And that just meant things weren't looking too hot for Carl at the moment. 

The other man strolled in wearing his gym clothes, and it struck Bradley that Carl was probably a little older than he was. He was in good shape, too, but that wouldn't stop Bradley from beating the absolute shit out of him if necessary. 

"What's up, Carl?" he asked, remaining seated with his fists planted on either side of him on the bed. When Carl seemed barely able to meet his eyes, Bradley knew for sure.

"Hey," he replied awkwardly. "Just wanted to hit the gym when it was empty."

Bradley just watched him for a few seconds, silently demanding eye contact. When Carl finally stopped bumbling around and met his eyes, Bradley slowly stood. "Where is it?"

Carl's eyes flashed with panic as Bradley rolled his shoulders and took a step closer in the already limited space. "What? What are you talking about?" He tried to back away, but there was really nowhere to go. 

"If you make me ask again, it's going to be a lot worse for you, man."

"I... I..." Carl's eyes followed Bradley's left hand as he loosened his fist. And then Bradley slammed him back against the door. 

"You know better," Bradley growled. "This isn't your first deployment. You know the rules. And it belongs to me. Where. Is. It?"

"The photo?" Carl whispered as Bradley pressed the heel of his hand against his sternum with even more pressure. 

Bradley raised his voice. "Where the hell is it? It better have never left this fucking room."

"I have it!" Carl swore, and Bradley released him.

"Get it," Bradley said as calmly as he could, but his voice was shaking. He watched Carl dig around in his bedding, procuring the photo of you and your perfect tits and your barely concealed pussy. Bradley had a flashback to Noah's birthday party when Jake kissed you. Then he pictured you at the fraternity house, drunk and helpless. Carl was about to pay a pretty large price. 

"Here," he grunted, extending the polaroid out to Bradley. Once he set it down on top of his dresser, making sure the photo was still perfect, he turned back to Carl and sucker punched him right on the nose. 

Blood was gushing onto his gym shirt as Bradley said, "That's fucked up, Carl. You had my photo in your bed."

He was holding his nose, looking at Bradley with guilty eyes. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"That's my girl, you piece of shit." Bradley was seething as he rammed Carl back up against the door. 

"She's your girl?" he asked, trying to stop the bleeding with both hands now. "She looks barely legal. How old is she?"

Bradley released him and took a step back before he did more damage than he intended to. "Do you really think it's a good idea to ask me that, Carl? You probably jerked it to my girlfriend after you stole my photo, and now you're asking me how old she is?" He was panting, letting the rage flow through him, and then both hands curled into fists again.

"Shit, I didn't- I wasn't-"

"You're not very bright, are you?" Bradley asked, cutting him off. "I'll let you walk out of this room with your face mostly intact as long as you guarantee that you'll wear your bruises around this carrier without even so much as looking in my direction. And don't you dare visit the infirmary. Your indiscretion doesn't blow back on me. You got it?"

Carl looked resigned as he lowered his hands from his face and nodded. "Yeah. I got it."

Then Bradley landed one more punch, hard as hell, and Carl staggered around the room for a few seconds before he managed to take himself out into the hallway and toward the bathroom. Bradley carefully picked up his polaroid, and his heart ached. He was yours, and he'd have done anything to see your beautiful face in person right now.

And if Carl didn't so much as speak to him or look at him again for the rest of the deployment, it would be just fine with Bradley.

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You always felt like you were rushing around. When you got out of work an hour early one Wednesday, you decided to use the time to go grocery shopping before you picked up Noah. It was easier to get just the necessities this way. The downside was that you were definitely getting lost in your own thoughts as you stood in the produce area selecting apples. 

It was almost a relief that Bradley hadn't contacted you yet. If you had to look him in the eye right now, you weren't sure you could do it without crying. That USB drive was currently on top of the refrigerator where you couldn't see it, but it was still enough to upset you when you thought about it. But at the same time, you missed your boyfriend and wanted him to come home, and you knew Noah would benefit from talking to him.

You wasted so much time looking at fucking apples that you were going to be late if you didn't get going. You winced as you used the purple princess credit card to pay for the food, and then you organized everything in the back of the Bronco. You loved driving it and briefly wondered if he'd still let you after he got home. 

You pulled into the gas station that was just a few blocks from Noah's daycare, once again using Bradley's credit card. You sighed as you inserted the card for payment and then started to fill the tank. And then you looked up toward the next row of pumps, and you were sure you knew that BMW. A second later, you met Meredith's gaze, and a chill went through your body.

You were afraid your voice was going to shake, but you called out, "You're not supposed to come near me."

She laughed maliciously. "This is a gas station, and I was here first. So maybe you should stay away from me."

"With pleasure," you snarled. You had to close your eyes against the sick feeling that rose inside you. Naked. You could picture her naked. Bradley used to love her. 

"You already ruined my life," Meredith snapped. "So your little restraining order stunt really doesn't matter to me." Then she was climbing into her car, and you watched her peel out of the parking lot and into traffic, heading in the opposite direction from Noah's daycare. 

Your hands were unsteady as you finished up at the gas pump. She was right; she had been at the gas station first. She was with Bradley first. She was Noah's mom before you ever came into the picture as his babysitter. She was everywhere, and she wouldn't go away.

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Bradley emailed you days ago to let you know he would be able to FaceTime with you and Noah tonight, but you'd only written back, "Sounds good." You didn't give him any updates. You didn't call him Daddy. You didn't say anything else. 

Sounds good.

He grunted as he worked out in the gym. The sooner he could get this deployment completed and get home, the better. Carl's face was starting to look better now, but Bradley smiled every time he saw the bruises. He had no idea what excuse the other man had given for looking like a raccoon with two black eyes and a bent nose, and he didn't really fucking care. If anyone assumed he was the one who caused the bruising, they probably also assumed it was warranted. 

Those polaroids were wrapped up and put away now. But Bradley wanted the real thing. Your body and your voice. He'd been thinking about how insufficient it felt to call you his girlfriend. Just the same way you'd always felt like more than Noah's babysitter to them. But now with your lack of a real response, Bradley felt a little foolish for thinking about proposing to you. 

When it was time to make the call home, he sighed deeply. And when you answered your phone on the living room couch, your expression was hesitant. 

"Princess," he rasped, holding the iPad with both hands. "Baby. I miss you."

It felt like an eternity before you responded. "We miss you, too." 

He had so much he wanted to say and talk about, but your voice was just a little too soft, and your eyes were just a little too sad. "What's wrong?" he asked, but you were already shaking your head.

"Here. Talk to Noah." And then you were out of the frame, and Noah was there. Bradley laughed as he talked about daycare and making something called peanut butter snails and going for hikes. He held up some of the coloring sheets he had worked on, and Bradley noted that you had dated all of them. You always did little things like that. Now he'd be able to see which days his son worked on the coloring sheets when he got home. 

"I miss you so much, bub."

"Will you come home soon?" Noah asked, and Bradley's heart absolutely melted. 

"Really soon. And we can go to the beach and maybe take a little vacation, okay? Now can you sit with Princess so I can talk to her, too?"

And then you were immediately back in the frame and scooping Noah onto your lap. So you must have been standing right there the whole time. 

"That's better," Bradley sighed. His house, his kid, his girl. "You have no idea how much I wish I was on that couch with you." 

You smiled softly. "Do you know when you'll be back?"

"I'm not sure, Baby. Not soon enough. Tell me about work."

So you indulged him in a few stories, and it sounded like you fit in there. You liked your coworkers, especially Dr. Kelly. You loved all the kids you got to talk to and care for all day. But you still seemed a little distant.

"Are you sleeping okay?" he asked. "Any issues?"

You pressed a kiss to Noah's cheek and said, "We just miss you. That's all."

"We want you to come home," Noah whined. 

"Please?" you added softly. 

"So soon," he reiterated, wishing he could give you both a kiss. "Watch for my emails?"

"I will," you promised. 

"I love you. Both of you."

Then you and Noah said in unison, "I love you, too." And then he had to end the call.

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Well it was done now. You were on your way to get the last few things from your place with Noah before you turned your key over to your landlord. Or former landlord. You were done paying rent here, and now you could start helping Bradley pay his mortgage. In fact, he would be home in a few days, and you'd talk to him about it then. There were actually a lot of things you wanted to have a conversation about.

"Do you remember when you came here for dinner? And I made you spaghetti in my little kitchen?"

"That was a long time ago," Noah insisted, and you held his hand as you walked up the sidewalk. "You live at my house now."

"Yep," you replied softly as you let go of his hand and dug around in your bag for the key you hardly ever used now. "Let's just hope that makes your Daddy happy and not annoyed since I never really gave him a verbal answer," you mumbled, finally locating the key. 

As you shoved it into the lock, Noah knelt down and picked something up from the porch. "What's this?" he asked, reaching his hand up to you.

Your eyes went wide. "Drop it," you said right away, and he let the piece of broken glass fall back to the porch. But there was more. Both of you were standing in it, and when you reached to turn the knob, there must have been a shard there.

"Shit," you gasped as your right palm started bleeding. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you kicked the door fully open. One of the panes of glass in the door had been smashed, and there was more of the mess on the floor inside. "Don't touch anything," you hissed, and Noah started crying. 

You kept him close enough to take a few pictures as soon as you were able to fumble with your phone. You took seven photos of all the glass plus the item that had been left. For you. It was just a dollar store coloring book, but there was a note on top of it written in crayon. Have fun playing house.

It had to have been from Meredith. Who else could have done it? She was already claiming you ruined her life. And ever since you saw her at the gas station, you were nervous that wasn't the last of her.

Blood was starting to pool a little bit in your upturned palm, and there wasn't much you could do at the moment except for ruin your shirt. "Let's get out of here," you whispered, and the two of you walked back across the porch, the glass crunching beneath your feet. 

You were able to buckle Noah with one hand, but even when you got back to Bradley's house, you were still bleeding. And the glass needed to be removed. So you finally caved and called Natasha. 

"I kind of need your help," you told her vaguely over the phone.

She laughed in response. "I kind of need a lot of things. What can I do for you?"

"Can you come by and help me remove a piece of glass from my dominant hand?"

"Fuck. Of course. I'm on my way," she replied, all tones of joking  gone. 

She was there in less than fifteen minutes, and she washed her hands right away. Then she used the sterilized tweezers that you handed to her to carefully remove the glass. "Just the one piece?" she asked, meeting your eyes. 

"I think so. I already checked Noah really thoroughly."

Nat's expression darkened. "Why don't you tell me what happened?"

You were pressing some gauze against your palm now. You might need stitches. You would probably benefit from getting stitches. But you couldn't do them yourself with your left hand, and you didn't want to leave Noah right now. Not even with Nat. He was watching a Mickey Mouse cartoon on the couch, and you didn't want him further away from you than that. 

"It was just some broken glass," you replied. 

"Here?" she asked, looking around the kitchen.

"No. At my old place. It's fine. I just need to tell my landlord about it, and I'll replace it." You were amazed how easily you were able to keep your voice steady. 

"Right," Nat replied with an unamused look. "Bradley will be home in a couple days? Do you want me to stay here until he's back?"

"Of course not. We're fine," you insisted, averting your gaze.

She stood to leave and sighed deeply. "Please call me back if you need anything, okay? And do us both a favor and don't lie to Bradley when you pick him up."

You pressed your lips together and nodded. "I won't," you said softly. And after she left, you took Noah into bed with you and snuggled him tight. 

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I hate Carl. I hate Meredith. I want Daddy to come home. Hope you enjoy your fic, @beyondthesefourwalls And thank you @mak-32 !

PART 32

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[bpcr3yes]

Hello again, lately I've been obsessed with Valeria Garza and I decided to write some headcanons about her because I'm tired of only talking to bots 💀

VALERIA GARZA HEADCANONS (realisct maybe?) (a little subjective??? I don't know)

She is a woman with a strong personality, fearless, focused, stubborn, arrogant.

She is el sin nombré, owner of the biggest cartel in Latina America, she certainly had many women. She has a preference for chubby women, she likes to squeeze, you would probably be an anti-stress ball for her.

I have a lot of doubts about her being bisexual or lesbian (or straight if we could even add that option) but I believe she is a lesbian, a furious one at that, about her relationship with Alejandro I believe she used him (she appears to have a personality narcissistic and manipulative) she used him to get information so her plan could work.

I believe that when she was a soldier in the armed forces, she was totally confident and determined, many men were around her because she was beautiful (and hot) so she had a razor instead of a tongue I believe, she was always shouting insults or belittling men, only with her commanders she was more... well-behaved.

In the interrogation part, we see her tell Alejandro that she didn't take orders anymore, but then you can understand that he was her commander, and she was certainly angry with him.

After she became owner of the cartel, her life became extremely stressful, she doesn't trust any of her men (I think Diego was an exception) she believes if something needs to be done it's perfectly fine to have a woman do it because she thinks men they don't think.

I like to think that she has a trophy wife that she only takes to events like parties, bars and meetings. The wife's only job is to stand there being pretty and not say a single thing.

Now let's talk about this truly passionate woman of ours.

If you are in a long-term relationship (5 or 3 years) she would be completely in love with you. The type of wife who comes home and gives you a long kiss and hug, to make up for lost time.

Every month you go out to eat at a fancy restaurant and then spend the night together. (a long night I can say)

In public, like at events or on the street when you go out together, she rarely shows any type of physical touch, she prefers to remain secret. When she's in the Cartel it's totally different, she makes a point of kissing and grabbing you in front of everyone without caring, she would probably touch you sensually in front of her men but if someone is bold enough to think they can have fun together, She shoots twice. One on the head and the other on the penis.

She is a possessive woman, she would politely (not so politely) ask you to have her initials tattooed on your hip. She would also have a tattoo about you on the back of her neck.

about Family, this part is a little confusing when I create the headcanons. Most of the hcs I read said that she had mommy issues, I believe she was a daddy's girl, while her mother was narcissistic to the extreme, always belittling her for simple things.

Her mother probably had a lot of problems with medication. I also think that Valeria always had an attitude, never lowering her head to anyone. No matter the occasion.

Her family on her father's side loved her and disliked her mother, she probably had kind and caring grandparents and aunts. I like to think that she spent a lot of time with her grandmother, cooking, helping her with everything.

She must have had cousins too, she and them would turn the house upside down.

There's a part in the interrogation scene where Alejandro is saying that she ruined the army and he says "and your brother too?" It makes me think that Valeria joined the army to prove that she had the same value as her older brothers (to prove to her mother that she was capable too)

I imagine her brothers being strong, big and courageous lieutenants, she could be close to one of the two, while she didn't even make a point of saying good morning to the other.

that's it for now ♡

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[prettyboyeddiemunson]

Reader and Eddie both being clumsy shy virgins and Eddie ands up creaming his pants eating them out

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I LOVE THIS THOUGH BC LBR, HE WOULD. reader is 18, as always!

imagine that you & eddie have been friends for awhile now, and you're both smoking weed one night in your room. you're reminiscing about your childhood friendship, about how everything has always been glorious with the two of you, and how you would never trade the other for anything. you're best friends, through and through, and you've never had a single fight; tonight, that's what comes up. you're both giggly, heads pleasantly fuzzy with pot, and you're telling him how grateful you are for him and how he's never once fought with you, never once said a bad word to or about you, and never judged you for anything. he thanks you in turn for the same, and then after you both laugh at that (it's so goddamn funny, because you're both giggly when stoned), you play a game of truth or dare.

it goes smoothly for awhile, until you choose truth again in one round. eddie grins at you, flat on his back with his hair spread all around, his knees drawn to his chest as he takes a drag from a cigarette he was smoking. he meets your eyes, winking before saying: "who was the last guy you slept with?"

you freeze, but soon erupt into giggles at the question. he looks at you in confusion, but his gaze is expectant, waiting for an answer. you feel your face growing hot, and realize that you would have to admit the truth to him. it was a topic that never really came up, one that was always assumed because of your dating history. however, the truth was, you never had sex before--not even hand or mouth stuff. and you admit that to him, shyly and absolutely mortified, hiding your face from him. but he's tilting your chin up as he sits up slightly, smiling softly before caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"hey, no," he says gently, shaking his head. "no, it's okay. i...look, i know you probably assume that i'm getting groupies by the loads at every corroded coffin show. the truth is, i've never actually...i've never done anything past a blowjob before."

your eyes widen, and you look at him in surprise. "you're kidding."

"cross my heart and hope to die," he says as he puts a hand to his heart. "i never have. i've never been attracted to anyone, except--i've just never been attracted enough to anyone else."

"who are you attracted to?" you ask teasingly. "you could always ask them; she would be the luckiest girl in the world."

he blushes at that, chuckling again as he pulls you close. "well, she already knows now. kinda."

"what--" you begin, but you're cut off as he presses his lips to yours.

this is hardly your first kiss with him, but it's the first one that actually mattered. the first time he kissed you was when the two of you were drunk, in the back of your best friend's car as they drove you home from a party. you didn't mind it, though, and neither did eddie. in fact, you hoped he would do it again after that, only he never did. tonight, though, with the way he's kissing you, you forgot that first kiss even existed. this one isn't fueled by booze and drunk thinking; it's fueled by passion, by love, by such desperation & longing that you feel your breath being stolen. you never knew that eddie could be such a fantastic kisser when he wasn't sloppy drunk, but goddamn if he wasn't surprising you right now. his lips moved softly, chastely, his tongue swiping your lower lip before he draws away.

"i've never wanted anyone else but you," he admits, his cheeks still red. "i know it's ridiculous, because you're my best friend, but i can't help the way i've always felt about you."

"no, don't say that," you say, taking his face in your hands. you stroke some of his hair back, tucking some behind his ear as you press your forehead to his. "i feel the same about you, too."

"you do?" eddie asks in surprise, and your only response is to kiss him again.

that kiss turns into making out, which then turns into hands & lips wandering, which then turns into the slow removal of clothing. you never thought that anything could feel so good as his lips on your neck, and then on your breasts, and finally, on your inner thighs. both of you are clumsy in your movements, and eddie's inexperience does show with you, but you don't mind. you know that you're just as inexperienced as he is, and this is a journey that the two of you would be taking together. it feels amazing, and you're so glad that you can share yourself with him this way. between clumsy kisses, fumbling with each other's clothing, the blushing of his cheeks and the heating of your own every time your teeth bumped together, everything was absolute fucking paradise.

and then eddie is eating your pussy, and oh god, it's wonderful. he doesn't really know how to do it properly yet, since this is his first time, but he's still incredible at it. his tongue drags experimentally through your folds, groaning at your taste as he grips your thighs. you moan, arching a little as his tongue swirls all through your pussy, even pushing inside once to test the waters. you cry out, one hand flying to his hair to hold on as he starts to slowly push it in & out. you look down at him, chest heaving as he looks back at you, brown eyes full of lust as he does so.

"doing okay?" he asks. "you're enjoying this, right?"

"very much," you admit, your cheeks warm. "i promise."

"good," he says, and his cheeks turn red as he admits: "i'm really fucking hard right now, y/n."

you giggle, feeling more heat in your face as he sets back to work. he eats you out until your legs are shaking, and you're a moaning, writhing mess above him. he's moaning against your cunt, his grip on you tightening as his eyes squeeze shut. his groans get louder, his body spasms, and his grip is getting tighter on your legs, which causes you look at him in confusion. before you can ask if he's alright, he's opening his eyes to look up at you, pulling his face away and wiping the bottom of it with one hand. he looks absolutely mortified, his doe eyes widening as he begins to stutter. he's blood red, glancing down at the crotch of his pants as he ducks his head in shame.

"shit," he whispers. "y/n, i just..."

you sit up a little, concerned as you examine him. "what happened?"

"i just came," he says, still not looking at you. "i'm so fucking sorry, i--"

"shh, hey," you say, reaching down so that you can tilt his head up. "it's okay. we can always try again later, or tomorrow, or any other day. it happens sometimes; it's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about."

"you're not mad?" eddie asks, his face flickering with relief.

you laugh, rolling your eyes playfully before booping his nose. "when have i ever been mad at you in my life?"

"okay, i guess that's fair," he says considerably, lazily kissing your inner thighs. "do you want me to finish what i just started, though? maybe it'll get me...you know, ready again. i'm really, really enjoying this, a lot more than i ever thought i might."

"i'm not going to refuse that," you reply, lying back on the bed and opening your legs further as you feel heat in your cheeks. "i wanna know what it's like to cum with someone else, namely you, so..."

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[hotteoki]

signs (k.t.h.)

pairing: kang taehyun x reader (no pronouns used)

wc: 1k

warnings: profanities (swearing, cheating, arguments, threats of breaking up, gaslighting), alcohol consumption

notes: this is not meant to represent taehyun irl in any way possible! this is purely for entertainment purposes

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"you're so pathetic," taehyun ran a hand through his hair, sucking in deep breaths through his gritted teeth. "is that all you have to fucking say? after i've given you more than enough chances to fix your shit? are you fucking serious right now, taehyun?" you scoffed, not quite believing the words coming out of his mouth. "i didn't fucking ask you to!"

he wasn't wrong.

you should've left him the first time he cheated on you. and the next. and the next. and probably the next five times.

but you loved him too much. besides, your relationship wasn't always like this.

two years ago, when taehyun was your new seatmate. he had been extremely shy at first, always keeping to himself and not looking anyone in the eye, until you introduced yourself with your hand stretched out, which he took without hesitation.

you spent the next several months getting told off for not paying attention, and for chatting too much with taehyun, but neither of you cared all that much. it was almost as if it was just the two of you in your own world.

you thought you had found yourself a good friend, and you had been ecstatic when he asked you out a few months later. he would take you out on dates every day after school, letting you drag him around with a lovesick smile on his face. taehyun would be your number one supporter. always. he gave you the comfort you had been looking for all your life, and provided you with a safe zone to stay in.

one year later, in that very july, he held a party. it was the first time he ever hosted one. he hadn't wanted to, but his sister convinced him it would be fun. that was when your relationship took a turn for the worst. he didn't cling to your arm, staring at others with wide eyes like he usually did in parties; he lingered around the girls outside of school, their bodies a bit too close together for your liking. you had ignored the signs.

he spent the next week ignoring you at school, leaning over other girls' desks to talk to them, rather than you. even kai, who you weren't all that close with, approached you with a worried expression, asking if you and taehyun were okay. you had forced a small smile on your face, responding that everything was alright. he gave you a look, saying he didn't believe you, but he wouldn't push you, offering a chance for you to talk to him if you wanted to. and so you did.

a month later or so, you found yourself being close friends with kai, which was how you knew something was wrong when he pulled you aside after school. you felt your heart shatter when he told you he caught taehyun kissing another girl and leading her to his dorm.

you kept denying it, giving excuses for taehyun and convincing yourself kai was mistaken, but it was too obvious. you knew taehyun didn't want you anymore, you weren't stupid, but you were selfish. if he wasn't going to break up with you, then neither were you. deep down, you knew you were just hoping things would go back to the way they were. before the stupid party.

you had confronted him, as he admitted what he had done and promising to never do it again, because you were the only one he truly loved, and that none of the other girls could ever compare.

and you fell for it.

every. single. time.

you were honestly surprised with yourself. your wishful thinking was so strong you truly believed that he didn't want anyone else but you.

which was how you ended up in his dorm, arms crossed, glassy-eyed, phone with evidence in your clenched hands. "look, i don't know what you want from me! you said it yourself! you've forgiven me so many times and still, you get surprised when the day ends with us yelling at each other!" if taehyun wasn't mad at first, his tone made it clear he was now. you had to physically dig your fingernails into your palms to control yourself from punching him in the face.

"fine, then let's break up, since you wanted to break up so badly, taehyun-" before you could continue, taehyun's glaring eyes shot up. his gaze was so cold you felt your body shrink subconsciously. "don't call me that," was all he said. "what, your name?" you sneered. he titled his head, daring you to continue, "yeah, my name. call me tae, or tyun, but you, of all people, are not calling me by my full name. and we're not breaking up."

you stared at him incredulously, "excuse me? what do you mean we're not breaking up? you're the one who said you wanted to." "i never said i wanted to break up! i just said you're being fucking annoying and clingy!" "oh, i'm sorry! i didn't know getting upset over my boyfriend cheating on me was clingy? let me just shut up and let you fuck every girl in the school, yeah?" you tugged on your sleeve discreetly. no matter how much you told yourself you hated him in this moment, you knew you still loved him, and yelling at him pained you.

"sure, go do that! you didn't seem to have any issue with that the last few times!" "fuck, taehyun! what do you want from me?!" your tears were overflowing and your cheeks were getting wet. he visibly softened at your sobs, "don't... don't do that. don't cry." "leave me alone, i'll cry if i want to cry," you turned away from him, embarassed.

"you know i still love you. seeing you cry hurts me," taehyun's voice wavered. "do i? do i know that? cause you seem to have no issues with going around with every girl who breathed in your direction." you heard his footsteps coming nearer, what you didn't expect, though, was his arms wrapping around your form, his chin resting on top of your head. he let out a defeated sigh.

"you have no idea just how much i love you."

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[swimmingismywholelife]

Losing Me

Summary: You love Christian with all your heart, but Christian doesn't love you the same.

Warnings: Heartbreak, panic attacks, feeling taken for granted, self deprecation, depression, anxiety

WC: 1K

A/N: Honestly, I don't have much to say. Just some heartbroken feelings really.

~~~

Dear Christian,

There aren't enough words in the world to describe how I'm feeling right now. Angry? Sad? Disappointed? Disheartened? I really couldn't tell you.

I guess I'll just start out with being honest. I feel like I should be over you, but I'm not. And I really fucking wish I was. Every day, I think about you. I think about the way you held my hand in the car. I think about the way you kissed me under the stars. I think about the way my heart still belongs to you.

But your heart doesn't belong to me now does it? I don't know how long it's felt that way for you, but I would imagine for a while since your decision to end us was so easy for you to decide. You left me behind and you never looked back.

I can't decide what's more painful: the way you stabbed me in the back or the way you whispered into my ear, telling me lies that I believed as you twisted the knife deeper into me. I couldn't see all the signs in front of me. Or maybe I did. But I chose to ignore them all because I loved you so. You were my whole world, my universe, my everything. There wasn't a thing I wouldn't do for you.

But no matter how much I tried, how much effort I put in, it was never enough for you. You don't know how many nights I've spent crying into my pillow wondering where I went wrong, what I could've done differently. Why wasn't I enough to make you stay? Why couldn't I keep your attention? Was I not worth the effort anymore?

Maybe so. But you didn't have a problem switching when it came to her. You broke my heart and picked up where we left off with another girl. Was she prettier than me? Funnier than me? Better than me? I don't understand. And I probably won't ever understand.

I've spent months trying to move on from you. From cutting you off, to locking away your old belongings so they don't tempt me. Your clothes don't smell like you anymore. The ink from your old notes have begun to fade. The tokens of affection you gave me sit in a box collecting dust, the memories disappearing as time moves on without you.

I can't move on. Maybe I'm not letting myself because I keep hoping you'll come back to me. Maybe I'm just naïve believing that you and I were meant to be. I want so desperately to believe I was made for you and you were made for me. Our souls were so intertwined that I just can't fathom we were made only to last for a season. It can't be.

How could you have made so many promises to me? How could you have said so many things and not meant a single word of it? How could you say you've never felt this way about anyone before? How could you look me in the eyes and tell me you loved me when you were planning on breaking my heart the whole time? How could you?

The reality of it isn't that I wasn't enough for you. It's that you were never willing to be enough for me. I loved you more than everything, but you didn't love me back. Not in the way that I did. I put everything on the line for you. I opened up, became the most vulnerable I've ever been because I trusted you, because I believed in you. You asked for my heart and I didn't hesitate to give it to you.

You were only a phone call away, but you never picked up. Not unless it benefited you for whatever reason. You lived in my head but you only ever noticed me when I was underneath you in your bed. I gave you my heart and you returned it to me in pieces.

Did you ever really love me then? Or did you love the attention I gave you? Were you genuinely appreciative of the love I had to give you? Or was it just convenient to you?

You've said so many things. But you never meant a single word. And even if you did, how can I put my faith in you anymore? Every promise you made was a lie. You said you tried your hardest, but you didn't. The moment things got hard, the moment it was your turn to take responsibility for what you've done, you left. You walked away and you left. You ran away leaving the rest of us to face the consequences of your actions.

I can't wait for the day when you regret letting me go. I can't wait for you to understand how horribly you've treated me and how I deserved better. And the moment you realize it, I'll be long gone.

I won't lie and pretend like it doesn't hurt. It's not as painful as it once was, but it still hurts. I still think about you constantly. And my biggest regret is that we were almost right. It was almost everything that it was meant to be.

But almost was is not the same as is. I love you with all of my heart Christian, but I cannot continue to love the person you are now. I loved who I knew. I loved the man who loved me. But whatever version this is of you, I don't care to love. This version is someone I no longer recognize. And quite frankly, I don't want to know this person anyway.

I know that the real you is there somewhere. I believe in the person I loved. I believe in the real you Christian. And I know you're capable of so much and more. And you deserve the world.

But I have to think about me too. And I can't continue to support this version of you at the expense of me.

I love you Christian Pulisic. I just regret that you never loved me.

Sincerely,

Y/N Y/L/N

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#christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic angst #swimmingismywholelife #christian pulisic fic

[luckyqueenreign]

Hello o/ I've recently started playing litg again, I left after 4th mid-season after lame-ass Will coupled with Thabi, I haven't played the 5th season bc I've heard that it's hot garbage, could you please tell me why? I don't mind spoilers, but I haven't found any answers other than that. Thank you a lot!

Ohhhh babe settle in while I relive that dumpster fire, this is going to be a long one…

Anyone who’s played s5 will back me on this, If you were annoyed with Will leaving us for Thabi, I STRONGLY advise you to not even *think* about playing s5.

First let’s start off with MC…she was… not cute. For reference:

And I know that after a few weeks fb gave us more options and all of our MCs either became cuter in our eyes or maybe we all just felt extremely sorry for her because of the horrible experience she was having. Let’s get into that next…

Your MC walks into the villa and immediately is greeted by none other than her super hot, narcissistic, cheating ex, Suresh. Normally I would have to tell you oh I did X route so some of my choices will defer from yours if you pick another choice, but NOPE not in s5! Because we had ZERO choice. For first recoupling whether you want to or not, you are coupled with your ex, Suresh. Then he is fawning over you IMMEDIATELY, he’s jealous, running around after you, trying everything to win you back. And you can choose every single positive interaction saying you want him back too and the game doesn’t care. It literally won’t let you get back with him until the very end. But on the other spectrum, if you don’t want to be with him, he will not leave you alone no matter how much you beg.

As for LI choices, at the start you are given TWO. (I say at the start, but to be honest you’re really only give 2 for the majority of the season) One being Alfie and the other being Dana. Now every season before this and every season after, one of the girls always asks if you are into girls and this determines whether they will have girls grafting you or not. Well your answer doesn’t matter here. You could have said I’m the straightest person on earth and Dana would still hit on you everyday and get sad whenever anyone else showed interest in you. Oh and because there were only two other girls in the villa and one being your bully, dana was also meant to be your best friend and CONSTANTLY let you know that she was. By interrupting any and all conversations you were having, even good ones! You’re about to kiss your LI? Here comes Dana! There’s a lot more to unpack on Dana but I’ll get back to her later, just remember she’s your “best friend” in the villa.

As for the bully I mentioned, every season prior to this it’s been clear that whenever someone was coming after us, it’s because they were jealous that MC was “that girl”, s5 blurred those lines and became full on bullying. First with Kat, who went into full attack mode when MC even breathed in the direction of the two boys she was after. Her first and very brief LI was Alfie, who if MC just hugs garners a feral reaction from Kat screeching at her to leave him alone. And then her second LI, Finn who comes in as the first bombshell and Kat drops everything to be with him. Throughout the season anytime she feels any sort of jealousy she takes it out on MC and MC NEVER fires back!

Then we get two new bullies bombshells, Meera and Arlo. Suresh starts heavily flirting with Arlo, which I’m sorry but wasn’t he just up our asses literally yesterday?? And legit, who wrote this season and thought this was ok?? bc even if I hated my ex it wouldn’t be nice to see him flirting with someone else. Meera comes across like a super nice girl while Arlo becomes our second bully! Yay! Again even if you don’t want to be with Suresh, Arlo acts as if you do. And after a prolonged recoupling Suresh chooses Arlo, Alfie chooses MC and Meera is sent home (more on her later) Now if you wanted to be with him you’re probably thinking wtf Suresh?? And if you don’t you’re probably thinking, finally I’m free!! But NOPE when he couples up with Arlo that’s when he decides he’s going super full on and starts going after MC even harder. He wears the shirt she bought him for an anniversary on a date, he tries/kisses MC in the bedroom (depends on your choice) and just overall is doing everything to win MC back except for being honest and dumping Arlo to be with MC. Well Kat sees the kiss/hug/rejection and still tells the entire villa that you and Suresh were kissing in bed. The whole villa erupts, Alfie/Dana rush off and are super pissed at you, they won’t even let you explain yourself. So then you try to go find Alfie/Dana and you go to the roof terrace only to find Alfie kissing Kat or Dana kissing Eddie (if you’re on her route he’s coupled with Dana but she doesn’t really like him) OH and just a reminder, you have past trauma from when your long term ex CHEATED ON YOU. Alfie/Dana knew about this the whole time and yet STILL kissed someone else. Then Suresh takes this opportunity where you’re at your lowest again to apologize for cheating and tells you have until tonight to decide if you want to be with him or not. The girls also ask that night who you want to be with and your given the choice of Alfie/Suresh and when you go to tell one of them who you want to be with….they’re gone! YUP! They’re off to casa!!

And you might be thinking, after all that drama casa might be a nice break! A few days of freedom from the mess that’s gone down. THINK AGAIN BESTIE! While you’re at casa you get a major surprise! Remember that girl Suresh cheated on you with??? Oh yea the producers decide to drop her into YOUR casa villa. So you have to come face to face with Gabby, the girl that your ex cheated with. Now this was obviously a massive departure from the irl show because they’ve never thrown a girl into the girls villa at casa amor before. And remember your bestie Dana?? Oh yea she gets SUPER hot and bothered by Gabby and decides she wants to bring her back into the villa.. now I know you’re probably thinking wait but what if your on Dana’s route?? Obviously she wouldn’t cheat on MC with Eddie and then bring back the girl that Suresh cheated with!! WELL SHE DID BB!!!

Throughout the season we’ve been given very little detail about Suresh and MCs relationship. We know he cheated, he said it was a one time thing, MC found out about it from a picture on his phone. OH how could I forget!! We also find out that MC was going to propose to Suresh!! The day before he cheated she bought a ring! Well that’s all we knew until gabby says nah we were more than just a one time thing, he had a tooth brush at my place! We dated for months!

So now casa is over and we’re going back, the game doesn’t let us go back single and we have to pick either Nicholas or Johnny to bring back to the villa. Doesn’t matter who you choose they go nuts regardless. So now Gabby is back in the main villa thanks to your “bestie” and Suresh is STRESSING. Because obviously he left out some crucial details! And you would think ok we’re immediately going to talk to him? NOPE we need a fucking girls chat with the new casa girls. Lulu, Suresh’s new girl…Meera is back with alfie and remember that nice girl? Well she’s gone and we now have a full on bitch in her place aka Bully #3. Eddie is sent packing and tells us that whichever guy you like / Dana still really likes you and thought about you the whole time during casa. Cool cool cool but will any of them tell you this?? Nah lol! So you get pulled in the middle of your slumber for a chat with Gabby and Suresh. He tells you in front of Gabby he cheated once but then mc broke up with him and he went to gabby and they dated for 5 months. Full on rebound relationship. He tells them both that he never loved Gabby and that MC is the only one he’s ever loved. Well she’s not having that! Gabby goes full on delulu and basically doesn’t accept what he’s said. Now at the time there was major upset online about Gabby not being romance-able bc in all fairness she was extremely hot. So the game now allows you to romance Gabby and you’d think they’d change SOME of the interactions but NOPE they didn’t. So basically the entire time she’s running after Suresh trying to win him back. So much so that she explodes one day and reveals to everyone that he was going to propose!! Shock and awe all around the villa while everyone looks pitifully at MC.. at this point in the gameplay I think we were all so tired at the sheer embarrassment we were enduring weekly. And then Suresh announces hey that wasn’t for you dummy it was for MC!! Buttttt remember when he found out weeks ago that MC was going to propose??? Why tf didn’t he say anything then?? BECAUSE THAT WOULD MAKE TOO MUCH SENSE. Oh and speaking of making sense… if you’re on Suresh’s route and you somehow survive the weekly torture, I kind of blacked out at the end, but he proposes and MC obviously wins because she should.

I know I left out so much bullying (Nicolas and Eddie) and so much other shit that goes down, but this was getting too long. Bestie if you’re still here, all in all just don’t play it. You’ll have severe ptsd from it. You’re better off reading all of the fanfics the amazing fandom created.

#litg #love island the game #litg ask #love island game #litg s5

[nescaveckwriter]

Paintbrushes And Romance

Dean x Reader

Part 4 🥰

A/N: Okay y'all this is where the magic is, it truly starts here...🥰🐞

Warnings: Some light swearing, Some Sexual Content, Anger, and that's about it🙈

It's been days, no really weeks since you've seen Dean around, Bobby told you, that he and Dean talked about what happened to you after seeing you in tears, you wouldn't say your angry at him for telling Dean, just a bit nervous, maybe even disappointed, you started falling for this man with his charming smile and now all that has gone to hell. His just going to look at you, with eyes filled with pity, thinking that your some little broken version of that 20-year old girl, well your not, your stronger because of it.

You asked for your order of vanilla latte to go, not feeling up too running into him, anger flushes your cheeks, yes your angry, at him, for meddling and not giving you the chance so that he could really get to know you, without all the drama. Thanks Julie, your voice sounded more distant, than you wanted it to. Trying to get a cab to pull over and pick you up, is clearly not in the cards for you today, well I'll just walk then, you mumbled too yourself. Throwing the empty cup into the nearest trash can. Searching for your phone in your purse, while walking, was not a good idea, you bumped into something, looking at what it was, that's when you saw him, sun shining through his hair, damnit you said underneath your breath, Dean!

Hey, he says, a small smile tugging at his perfectly, kissable lips, sorry I didn't see you, you strutter, oh its okay, I'm glad I get too see you though, his green eyes, piercing through your soul.

Well I need to go, your voice a little more shaky than anticipated. No wait! Dean says. I don't want to wait, I don't want you looking at me, like I'm going to break anytime soon, I don't want too see the damn pity in your eyes, you ruined everything ,the words roll over her lips.

His flinching at the anger in your voice, what? I haven't said a word, nor have I looked at you with pity, I wouldn't do that. I just... Deciding you heard enough of him, your heart can't take it anymore, you turn around, started walking towards the other side, swaying your hips, like your showing the irritation and anger, that's inside you. Not turning back once to see what he's doing, you wanted to, but you knew you couldn't, it would be like your heart is betraying your mind, so you just walk on.

.....

Looking at you while you walk away, surprised look on his face. Damn this woman will be the death of me, he thinks, biting his lip, while watching you sway your hips, like some kitty cat that couldn't get her will. I'll leave her alone then, that's the right thing to do.

Hell no, you will not Dean Winchester, man up fool, he gives himself a little pep talk, before sprinting towards your direction.

Right behind you, he grabs your hand, wait he said, you flung to him, wanting to spit some fire to him, but before warning, his lips crashes to yours, it started out gently, but the closer your bodies came, the more your lips did the talking, and your tongues just along for the ride, his fingers tangled in your loose hanging hair, all while the other hand is on your lower back, pushing you closer to him. You slightly standing on your tippy toes, so he doesn't have to bent done as much, forgetting where you two finds yourself, the kiss goes deeper, neither of you can hold it anymore, the two of you needs to come up for air, breathing heavily still snug in each others arms, he is the one to break the silence first, sweetheart he says still out of breath but satisfied with himself, I don't pity you, I admire you. I've never met anyone like you, and I probably never will. Your brave and free, you are strong and a bit cheeky, he let's out a little laugh.

You look up too him, into his eyes, searching and that's when you can see it he means every single word he says... Tears burning, to spill over the edges, you can't quite seem to find the words, how much it meant, hearing him say that, thoughts racing through your mind, he doesn't wait another second, for his lips to find yours again, standing out in the open, on such a cold day, first sign of snow flakes falling but you never felt so warm in your life, you thought, getting lost in the rhythm of your dancing tongues.

#dean winchester x reader #mary winchester #misha collins #benny lafitte #jack kline #saileen #spn crowley #jensen ackles x reader #eileen leahy #jared padalecki #lovers #love #romance #romantic #dean winchester imagine #dean x reader #dean winchester fanfiction #sam and dean #dean winchester #dean winchester fic #Spotify

[azulas-daddy-kink]

I know dunking on Zutarians is fun and all, but can we please talk about Tyzulaians? Cause they are almost as delusional, if not more than, Zutarians. Maybe they might have been friends when they were kids, but all of Ty Lee's interactions with Azula in the show are clearly that of someone deathly afraid of their superior snapping, and therefore kissing ass much as possible. For fucks sake, the advice Ty Lee gives to Azula during that Ember Island party in regards to getting boys is what she uses to placate her. And even though basically every single piece of post-Sozin's Comet media has all but said that she loathes Azula to the point that she eventually overcame her fear of her so she could hunt her down, Tyzulaians still cling to their ship.

And have you seen the ridiculous handwaving they do in regards to Azula's dream world showing her have a male love interest? I've even seen edits on TikTok where they blurred out Ruon-Jian.

Also, just like Zutarians like to call anyone who disagrees with their ship racist and sexist, among other things, Tyzulaians call anyone who disagrees with their ship lesbophobic, even if the person doing the criticism are queer themselves.

I know that Zutarians have engaged in mass delusion ever since Korra made their ship explicitly fanon, but I really wonder what is going to happen once we get hard confirmation that neither Ty Lee or Azula are queer, or if or both them are, Tyzula is not thing on one or both of their parts? Especially in regards to Azula stans that are also hard-core Tyzula shippers considering the current comics writer got death threats by a crazed Azula stan that made her wary of writing a comic involving Azula for quite sometime?

Yes, please, Anon!

I am always down to call out the toxic Tyzula shippers, and have done so on this blog several times.

I've seen everything you're talking about more times than I can count. The lesbophobia accusations, the copium, and essentially gaslighting themselves into believing their ship is/was canon and that Azula is 100% a lesbian.

Just today, I witnessed them claiming that SOKKLA is a self-insert ship beloved by men who identify with Sokka. Probably the worst case of projection I've ever encountered in this fandom, considering Tyzula shippers are pretty much all just baby gays self-inserting as either Azula or Ty Lee (usually Ty Lee). From what I've seen, Sokkla shippers are mostly women so we're definitely not inserting ourselves as Sokka lol nonsensical.

"Just write a self-insert, you cowards!" - decries a discord user named "Azula kisses women". Absolute clown shoes.

Their favorite thing to do though, aside from going out of their way to bully people who like other ships, is deny canon by saying Azula's interest in Chan was "comphet". Yes, comphet is a real thing but can we be honest with ourselves and say that was not the intent of the writers? No one was gay in a 2005 children's cartoon. And even if Chan was comphet, where does the supposed interest in women come in? If anything, this is an argument for her being asexual or aromantic, because Azula has never shown romantic interest of any kind toward another girl.

But when you criticize this and point out the obvious flaws, they again just say you're lesbophobic, which is their go-to when someone doesn't agree with them.

Honestly, at this point they are just as bad as Zutara shippers, if not worse. And you know why they're acting this way? They're losing and they know it. Sokkla grows stronger by the day, has the best fics and art, and a thriving, supportive community. They're lashing out because they feel threatened... which is actually insane, considering neither ship is canon, and shipping isn't a contest. It's supposed to be fun! Tyzula shippers are straight up ruining the Azula fandom with their toxicity.

#anon ask #ask response #atla fandom problems #anti tyzula #fandumb #discourse

[aetherialpiplup108]

Okay, I've finished Doom at Your Service and I will definitely gush about how much I love it but first I need to provide a slightly unhinged, subjective rant about this show reminding me why I hate love triangles.

Roughly 30-40% of DAYS revolves around a love triangle between Dong-Kyung's best friend and writer Na Ji-na, chief editor Cha Joo-ik, and Ji-na's high school lover/Joo-ik's roommate Lee Hyun-gu. One thing I will say is that I like or at least don't mind these characters. Ji-na has a fun personality and is great when she's with anyone other than the two guys, Hyun-gu has a pretty sweet bond with Seon-Kyung, and while I'm not the biggest Joo-ik fan (sorry, the stoic, dry humor types don't usually do it for me), he has his moments and I like his interactions with Dong-Kyung because she balances him out well, adding life and humor to their conversations.

My issues start with the love-triangle's premise itself. I get the story went with the "first love hits different" concept but Ji-na not getting over someone from high school to the extent that she'd design every single male character she writes after him, use his name as her penname, and actively pine hopelessly 10+ years later is really unbelievable to me. I'd be willing to suspend my disbelief if there was depth added to their relationship but all we're shown is a single scene of Ji-na stopping in a hallway and feeling a bit of infatuation that tells her he's the one. And in the present, literally zero time is spent addressing why Ji-na likes either of them or why they like her. This is somewhat helpful since it proves why she's incompatible with Hyun-gu but was sorely needed to describe why Joo-ik liked her because maybe I missed something but he seemed annoyed with or just tolerant of her for a large part of the runtime. They did have a decent conversation in episode 16 so I guess there's that.

Also, all three characters are at their worst when interacting with each other. The feisty, assertive Ji-na we know when she talks to the Tak's is a fumbling mess or at least very subdued when running into either of the guys. At first I felt a little bad for Hyun-gu being consistently hammered by everyone including his roommate/best-friend of 10 years for the cardinal sin of ghosting (I get that it was a horrible thing to do and that an apology was needed but he was young and dumb and again, it happened years ago) but he totally lost any sympathy from me with his epic confession that boiled down to: "even if you like someone else, date me, since I liked you first." Granted, this has to be a deliberate choice to illustrate that he's still a kid in serious need of growth but ughhh.

And Cha Joo-Ik comes off as manipulative and superior when he decides that Ji-na and Hyun-gu should not be together (which, fair) and prevents them from meeting and lying to both, effectively taking choices right out of Ji-na's hands (not fair). And unlike Hyun-gu, he never gets called out on this. Also, why was kissing Ji-na out of pity (a random girl he just met) the only option to console her over like, I don't know, talking to her or getting one of her friends?

The complex relationship between Hyun-Gu and Joo-Ik was by far the highlight of this whole debacle (they should have just gotten together instead) and I wished more time was spent on it because Hyun-gu's growth towards accepting responsibility for his flaws was impactful and the whole "graduation" concept would probably have been more effective if given context to their tutor/mentee bond. That one scene where Hyun-gu asks Joo-ik to stay in touch only to get told that was impossible for the time being was kind of sad because it's disappointing a 10-year friendship is dissolved that quickly. But it's also not surprising since Joo-ik seemed to resent liking him lmao. The end of that conversation and the affection shown was cute though.

Overall, the love triangle just cycles around with Ji-Na barely being allowed to make a choice between the two guys fighting over her (with them consistently saying things like "I need to take what's yours", it really felt like they were more invested in whatever the hell was going on between them vs actually liking Ji-na or even considering her as a person) and others just conveniently informing her that she likes Joo-ik. The penultimate episode where Dong-Kyung urges both Joo-ik and Ji-na to get together quickly (done so out of her personal experiences but still) instead of telling Ji-Na to focus on herself feels like someone took a cheese grader to my nerves.

I did, however, love the conclusion to Ji-na and Hyun-gu's relationship and the closure it provided. I thought their acceptance of the breakup and decision to move on from each other was really beautiful cinematically, acted out very well, and also had a serene melancholic feel that I enjoyed. Honestly, if they just focused on the two falling out of love and ended it there, I probably wouldn't have minded the subplot that much.

Okay, glad that's out of my system now. The funny part is that that I don't even care about this that much but that doesn't mean I won't write an essay on it.

#doom at your service #criticism #na ji-na #cha joo-ik #lee hyun-gu #i liked this show a lot! #but not the subplot lol #might have been a little harsh

[mrsbsmooth]

For the anon from earlier (the one abt lewie) and all of us who are loyal to Lewie + love him in our playthroughs and need some reassurance, we need to have faith in our man Lewie. That man has been set on mc since DAY 1, and everyone in the villa seems to know it. The ppl in the villa are always saying that he's a keeper and to not let him go, and look how hard he fought for mc when Roberto was going after her and even Elliot too. I do genuinely believe Lewie may have felt pressured to talk big game about Chloe to the boys and that's why he said what he said, he's a people pleaser after all. Was there interest from him to Chloe? Maybe, but he even said himself that it doesn't compare to how he feels with mc and again everyone seems to pick up on it too. Even the Casa boys say that he got all and I quote "melty" about mc and wouldn't stop talking about us on his date. I also find it as a good sign that when Chloe tried to make a move he turned her down because he doesn't want to "Mess things up with mc". This is the second time he's been on a date and someone has played big moves on him and he turned them down cause of us, not to mention miss Ivy trying to kiss him behind our back and he also turned her down. You can tell he's very serious about mc, that man has slept on the daybeds every time he wasn't sleeping with us. So I have faith in him and I think we all should :) I've been seeing around that people are upset he didn't leave with us but FB can't do that cause we were going to Casa but who knows lewies reasoning as to not going. Maybe the reasons will be explained once we get back.

Ihave a possible theory that Lewie maybe didn't leave with us because he wanted to make sure that he was 100% about us, that that spark he's never felt with anyone before (in his own words) is with mc and ONLY with mc. He probably stood behind to think out everything and to see if any of the other girls made him feel the way Mc did. Which I know sounds bad but he won't do it in a douchebag kind of way, he's just doing it to prove something he already knows, that his and mcs chemistry + feelings can't be reached by any other girl. Catch me being delulu here ^

P.s. I also feel guilty because I've been crushing on Andy a lil and I have kissed him and flirted with him, but I replayed it and am staying loyal to Lewie. Andy just makes it really hard 😭

Hopefully this does not age poorly and Lewie/FB will not prove me wrong :D

Babe I’m with you.

I’m gonna go and replay once I wake up properly (5:45am here now) and be loyal to Lewie. I just can’t do it to his little face. Even if he does bring a girl back, even if he did kiss her, god, even if he did more than that. EVEN IF HE SAYS HE OWES IT TO HER TO GIVE HER A SHOT which is the single most hurtful thing he could do.

(Like side note, personally he could do absolutely whatever he wanted in casa and if he immediately dropped her when he saw us again I would forgive everything straight away)

But for real I just can’t do it to him. Lewie has my heart and my whole ass, I love him and I want him back 😭

#LITG Lewie #litg #love island the game #love island game #LITG s6

[vvanessaives]

— OCS + SONGS.

i was tagged by @honeysofte @nuwanders and @katsigian to share a few songs that remind me of my characters and by @morvaris @devilbrakers and @nuclearstorms to post 5-10 songs for a ship so i just put together both things into one single post, these two are like one single entity for me anyway jdfhkds. thank you all SOOO much ily!!

tagging: i feel like i bothered so many ppl already with tags in the past days dsfjk and probably everyone already got tagged so idk but @uldwynsovs @arklay @steelport @swordcoasts @girlbosselrond @reaperkiller @faarkas @sufferthorn @indorilnerevarine and literally anyone that wants to do this

full playlist of the 2 idiots if you feel brave

1. IN UN CERTO QUAL MODO - ghemon

when you stay with me || even in the moments when i feel like i'm going crazy || you make me feel like, you know, that certain way || that i can't explain and yet, love, i try

2. DISCO (I LOVE IT) - ditonellapiaga

and it took the summer to say || that you wanted to disconnect, leave || a classic, an ending already experienced || and you left me between a kiss and a shotgun

but i don't care what you do anymore || if you cry between smiles || i'll look for your heart inside an old record || and now more than ever || if you were here i would tell you (i love it, disco, disco)

3. ESTATE - selton, priestess

summer || you're warm like the kisses i've lost || you're filled with a love that has passed || that my heart would like to erase

summer || which gave its perfume to every flower || the summer that created our love || to then make me die of pain

4. OUT OF TIME - the weeknd

the last few months, i've been working on me, baby || there's so much trauma in my life || i've been so cold to the ones who loved me, baby || i look back now and i realize ||

say i love you, girl, but i'm out of time || say i'm there for you, but i'm out of time || say that i'll care for you, but i'm out of time || said, i'm too late to make you mine, out of time

5. WICKED GAME - chris isaak

the world was on fire and no one could save me but you || it's strange what desire will make foolish people do

what a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way // what a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

6. ADORE - jamilah barry

tell me the truth || do you feel the way i feel for you || don't say you do || just because you think i want you to || i want you to || but not like how they say you should

7. I COULDN'T LOVE YOU MORE - sade

i couldn't love you more || if time was running out // if everyone in the world || could give me what i wanted || i wouldn't want for more than i have // i couldn't love you more, boy || stay exactly how you are

8. LOVERS ROCK - tv girl

are you sick of me? || would you like to be?

but if you're too drunk to drive || and the music is right || she might let you stay || but just for the night || and if she grabs for your hand || and drags you along || she might want a kiss || before the end of this song

9. DUE - elodie

what do you expect if you already know how it ends? || hidden by the thinnest veil all my fears || that again tonight wrap around you

you want a woman who isn't there || and if you think about it, our love was just born || but it's already ended badly || and if now you're looking for me, forgive me || tell me, why?

10. KILLSHOT - magdalena bay

if i wanna stay alive, you should never cross my mind || yeah i knew it, i've been through it || if i fall in every time, wicked love will leave me blind || oh god, can you make my heart stop? || hit me with your killshot, baby

#tag games #thank you everyone again for the tag MWAH!!!!!! #many italian songs there so i can sing along with all my heart as i listen <3 it's a bit messy on vibes?? but u know what. fuck it we ball #when wicked game goes 'what a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you' yea makes me insane 😔 #and when lovers rock goes (all the 3:34 minutes) i'm laying on my bed & thinking of life forever hope this helps #my personal fave here is in un certo qual modo bc every time i listen to it i feel like happiness truly exists. i love life all of sudden. #oc: vesper #oc: fenix #OH and art in the banner is by agnes cecile which is one of my fave italian artist <3

[escaping-amish]

Reconnecting with (and sleeping with!) the guy who helped me start my deconstruction journey…

The year was 2021 and I sent him a message on Hinge. My expectations were low but to my own surprise, we clicked so well. Conversations easily lasting all night. He was even my first kiss !! But I was deeply involved in church. He wanted more but I couldn’t fit him into this mold I had made for myself as a good (though incredulous) church girl. I was too scared to deviate from the expectation of me that as much as it hurt me, I agreed it was a good idea to end it.

I regretted that decision, without exaggeration, every day, every week, month that passed immediately after.

That regret fueled an anger towards everything that stood against me and what I wanted. Not just this guy but now everything I actually wanted. Free time, dancing, my own wardrobe, my own person!!

3 years have passed since Hinge Guy. Since then, i have been on a dozen first dates, watched him fall in love on social media, and throughout it all - never stopped thinking about him. I've told this to my therapist that i think about him AT LEAST on a weekly basis. I had told myself that if by some otherworldly miracle the opportunity presented itself again - I'd take it no questions asked. Since then I have also sought out therapy to prepare for my exodus from the church. I became intentional about creating a chosen family. And I was getting ready to pull the trigger. When OUT OF THE BLUE - i get a message from Hinge Guy. "heyyy, how are you?"

My stomach wanted to fall out of my ass because I was just thinking about him probably earlier that day. Fast forward, we reconnect and he finds out im leaving the church. I find out he's single. We both rediscover that we still like each other. Things took a spicy turn but not once did I feel like he was being disrespectful or a perv. The idea crossed my mind of potentially being a rebound. that worry still sits on the back burner. But we've had countless vulnerable conversations that have reassured me. Neither of us were looking for this - or even planning this. It has caught us both off guard.

We hung out 2x for the day when he invited me to stay overnight somewhere - just to have more time with each other. I suggested his place because it didn't feel sexual or transactional. so I went over (3/16/24-3/17/24). I was shy but comfortable. Hand holding led to cuddling, which led to kissing, then heated kissing, then wandering hands. and ultimately sex. He knew about my religious upbringing and knew i was a virgin. He could not have been more attentive, responsive, caring and gentle if i planned it myself. I don't regret a single thing.

He's still going through his own grief post-breakup and if this ultimately fizzles out into nothing i will still cherish it for what it was - a 2nd chance. If this is the only way I can have that emotional closeness - not necessarily the sex - but this in-between of where he's at, I will enjoy every moment I can. Because this is a beautiful connection that I have yet to feel with anyone else that i've met. i have never felt so seen and so true. It makes me feel like I do have a say in my life after all. That younger girl that was scared away from living her life is a lot braver this time around. The desire to live is now stronger than the desire to fit in. No idea what tomorrow will look like but i'm a little more confident now that i'll be happy there.

#personal #diary of an ex fundie #ex christian #ex fundie #ex pentecostal #ex fundamentalist #deconstruction #leaving christianity #exvangelical #situationships #virgin no more bitchesssss

[cavinginhisfvce]

'Speechless'

Pairing: Harringrove. A lil angst, but mostly fluff.

(Fluff isn't really my forte, so forgive me for this mess. I've just always wanted to write a Christmas fic, and Harringrove is the perfect couple for that.)

Modern!AU.

Billy gets the birthday/Christmas he's always deserved from the family he didn't know he needed until he found.

Growing up, Billy always dealt with other kids gushing over the fact his birthday was Christmas. They'd drone on and on about how they'd definitely get double the presents for the day.

Billy always wanted to scream at them that he's never gotten a single present in his life. He never got a Christmas gift, or a birthday gift from his mother or father. They never even brought a tree or put up any decorations. Eventually he stopped bringing up his birthday to people.

Though, older Billy would laugh and confess on his tenth birthday, he did get something. It wasn't anything good, it was probably the most terrible thing he'd experienced short of his father's backhand. 

That day, his mom had woken him up, pressed a kiss to his forehead and whispered that she'd always love him. She took him into her arms and buried her face in his curls, hugging him against her chest like it was the last time she'd ever see him again.

She'd left a shoe box at the foot of his bed, he didn't know it yet, but it was filled with the things she always held close to her heart. 

It was early, the sun hadn't even come out yet, making it dark in his room.

Billy, half asleep, just hugged his Mama back, mumbling his own variation of "I love you" as he dozed off in her arms.

When he woke up again, the sun was out, and his father was angrily throwing his mother's remaining belongings on the curb. He remembers spending the day in bed crying, hoping his Mama would come back for him. 

He cried his little heart out, and if anyone besides Neil had been privy to the broken hearted sobs, they would've tried to comfort him. Wouldn't they? Billy guesses not.

So, yeah, Billy got his first ever gift at ten years old, in the form of his mother abandoning him with the man she always vowed to take him away from. To protect him from. 

At almost seventeen, Billy no longer lives in California, he lives in Hawkins Indiana, with his father, his father's new wife, and her daughter.

Max is only two years younger than Billy.

His dad had met Susan a nine months or so after his mother left, and they married before reaching a full year of dating.

Her daughter, Max, was cool for a snot nosed nine year old. 

She wanted Billy to teach her to skate, after days of begging, he finally agreed. 

Less than two minutes after she'd climbed onto the board, she wiped out.

Billy remembers sprinting over to her with shaky hands. Scared out of his fucking mind that she was hurt, but before he could start fretting over her, she simply stood up, dusted herself off and hopped back on the skateboard. 

Billy never told her, but he was impressed with how well she caught on.

Their relationship as siblings was tumultuous from the start, but Max had grown on him, and Billy would set the world aflame for that red-haired brat. 

Max as she got older, started to notice the less than parental ways Neil treated his son. 

It was hard to hide even the quietest of sobbing courtesy of black eyes and bruised ribs from the girl who slept in the room beside yours.

It was even harder to hide the fact you never had a thing to open on Christmas.

They put a tree up every year, but Billy was always absent for the decorating portion as per Neil's demand. 

Max and Susan didn't even know when Billy's birthday was, let alone that it was on Christmas, until they moved to Hawkins and Susan had been the one to enroll him in classes. It was only July when they arrived in Hawkins, months away from his birthday.

They hadn't mentioned it, so Billy didn't either. He honestly thought they'd just forgotten.

Which was fine, because he's gone this long without the acknowledgement of his birthday, what difference did it make now?

Things between them changed when they moved though, Max had found real friends, she no longer needed Billy around to defend or protect her. Her friends were fierce on that front. She just didn't seem to need Billy anymore.

Her friend group was cool enough for a bunch of little brats, Billy had hung with them on more than one occasion.

Through said group, Billy met Steve, who in a matter of weeks, had asked Billy out on a date. Things were rocky for the first couple of weeks, if for no reason than Billy reluctance to let people into his personal bubble.

However, it came as a surprise when Max barged into his room two days before Christmas and practically begged him to drive her to Steve's house for an emergency D&D session. 

Even if Billy hadn't already been planning to see his boyfriend, he would have agreed to take her, if only to spend some time together. 

The sun had already set by the time the siblings were in Billy's Camaro, a blur of trees in the wake of them speeding down the road.

"You know, you should join us one day for D&D." Max's tone was casual, but Billy's known her long enough to be able to tell she was nervous to bring it up. 

For what? Billy wasn't exactly sure. She seemed antsy the whole drive. Maybe D&D was more intense than he thought.

"You want me to play D&D with you and the nerd brigade?" He glanced over at her briefly, a brow raised before his attention flickered back to the road ahead of them.

Max let out a squawk, a small pout on her lips. "Yes! You never hangout with me anymore. I know you're like the coolest kid in school, but you're supposed to be my best friend!"

Her arms crossed over her chest as she flopped against the seat. 

"You're so dramatic, shitbird. I'm still your best friend, we just have other friends now." 

Billy was shocked to hear that Max saw him as her best friend, especially now that they only spoke on the drive to and from school, and whenever their parents left them home alone for longer than a few hours.

But, he also felt a warmth spread through him at the confirmation that his sister still wanted to be around him. 

"I know we do, which is why you should hangout with us too! Steve always steals you away to be with him and Robin when we're all together." 

Billy couldn't deny that, Steve did monopolize his time when he was actually present at get-togethers.

"I hear you, alright? We'll spend more time together. You'll be sick of me before you know it." A playful smirk formed on his lips as they pulled into Harrington's driveway, but Max was beaming at him like he'd given her a million dollars. Soon his smirk was a genuine smile.

Trekking the walkway to the door was cold, and Billy was regretting not layering up the way Steve always badgers him to. It wouldn't matter long though, the elder's house was always adequately warmed whenever Billy crossed the threshold. Sometimes he wondered how his boyfriend could stand the stuffy heat confined inside.

When Steve yanked the door open, Billy wasn't even given the chance to complain about how long he took, before shouts of "Surprise!" were silencing him.

His eyes were wide as he tore his eyes away from the doorway full of people to Max, "Merry Birth-Mas?" 

The girl just shrugged at him, a sheepish grin on her face as she shoved him inside of the house.

Billy, who was at Steve's just last night was met with the sight of dozens of party streamers, and balloons. There was a tree up that hadn't been there yesterday, void of any decorations.

Billy didn't know it, but Steve intended for them to decorate it together when everyone left.

It wasn't until Steve was pulling him aside to give him a proper greeting, one full of forehead kisses and tight hugs, that Billy finally said, "what the hell is all this?" 

Steve merely shrugged, his lips pulling into a small smile, "it's the birthday slash Christmas celebrations you've deserved your whole life. Just rolled up into one party, because seventeen parties is apparently 'impractical'." His tone towards the end of his sentence told Billy that Steve might've been trying to throw that many parties, but was probably overruled by everyone else. 

Billy, in response just rolled his eyes and buried his face in the crook of Steve's neck, giggling to himself when the taller boy winced at the ever present cold from Billy's nose, but he didn't pull away.

After being made to eat his weight in delicious food made by Joyce Byers, Billy was forced to sit on the couch while everyone dropped various gifts into his lap. 

He sat there frozen for a moment, unsure of what he was supposed to do. 

It could've been seconds or minutes later, but eventually Billy grabbed one with a shiny vibrant red wrapping. The name tag read "To: Billy. My shithead brother.

From: Max. Your shitbird sister.♡"

He breathed out a laugh as he looked up at her, softly shaking his head. 

It took him another moment of admiring the gift in his hand, and the pile that lay just for him, a foreign sight, before he was tearing into the paper. He wanted to persevere it, cherish it. But, even he knew that would be weird.

Inside was a vinyl record of Metallica's HARDWIRED...TO SELF-DESTRUCT. He owned one in California, but his dad had shattered in an effort to punish Billy for nearly missing curfew.

He wanted to shove all the other presents aside and hug her, but he refrained, instead settling for a 'Thank you' accompanied by a bright smile.

It had taken him almost an hour, but he had eventually made his way through the pile of gifts. They seemed to grow every time the ones in his lap dwindled. 

Soon, he was the new owner of random, yet thoughtful shit. 

A new basketball, and pump from Lucas. A D&D guide set from Dustin. D&D figurines from Will. 

Mike and Jane got him a few band tees, the pair had decided to just put theirs together when they realized they had similar ideas.

Joyce and Hopper had gotten him new colognes and hair products. 

There was way more stuff. He had yet to open the first ones from Jonathan and Nancy, but Billy found himself overwhelmed by it all. 

Joyce, always the lifesaver, seemed to notice, and declared that Billy could open the rest later.

Before anyone could object, she was rushing into the kitchen to grab everyone a snack. 

Billy took that time for what it was, and peeled off to Steve's room. He left the door cracked slightly, knowing Steve was likely to follow him up. For several reasons, like he always followed behind. And, he had yet to give Billy his present. 

It's not like he needed one from the brunet, he was more than content with what he'd gotten now. It's more than he could say for younger Billy.

But, he could see the death grip Steve hand on the neatly wrapped present in his hand.

As predicted, by the time Billy had swapped his jeans for a pair of Steve's sweatpants, the elder was slipping into the room, the door shutting just barely behind him.

"Getting comfortable before eating all that cake?" 

Billy thought it over for a moment before shaking his head, "I think if I ate a piece of cake I'd explode, Pretty Boy. My jeans were killing me." 

Steve just laughed before setting the parcel in his hand down, immediately wrapping the smaller boy into his arms for the second time that night. 

His nose nuzzled into Billy's curls as Billy's arms wrapped around his waist, his face pressing into Steve's chest. He took a moment to just breathe him in. He always smelled good. Always smelled like coming home after a hard day. He smelled like love, and safety. If safety had a smell, it'd smell like whatever soaps or shampoos Steve used. And a hint of sweet pea perfume that only Billy knew Steve owned. 

Billy was the reason he brought it to begin with.

It was a rather short minute of embrace if you asked Billy, but he couldn't voice his disdain before Steve was thrusting the gift he came in with, into Billy's hands. "I feel like I should preface this by saying that this is only one of the gifts I got you, but you'll get the others on your actual birthday.

It's not the best one of the bunch, but…"

He was blushing as he spoke, his fingers nervously fiddling with a loose strand on his sweater. 

"I wouldn't care if you gave me socks, Princess. They'd be the best damn pair of socks ever."

His joke was rewarded with a big smile from his boyfriend, but it was short lived because moments later the boy was all but shouting, "okay, now open it! I can't wait any longer."

Billy looked up at him with a devious smirk, his brows raising twice when he notes the exact moment Steve realized he made a mistake in sharing his own anticipation. 

"Hm, I wonder what it could be!" He raised it to his ear, giving it a soft jingle, only to pout when the box gave away little to no sound. "Well, it's not maracas." His faux disappointment had Steve throwing his head back in laughter, "nah, sorry. That's one of your other gifts, baby. Now hurry up before they think we're fucking up here."

Billy let out a laugh of his own, clicking his tongue, "yeah, well Max is leaving with the Byers, later. Your ass is mine tonight." He pauses, "or rather my ass is yours, huh?"

Steve reaches out and slaps his shoulder. "Just open the gift, asshole." 

Finally, he tears the paper off, it reveals a shiny box, it looks expensive. Handcrafted. Delicate. 

Billy is almost afraid to open it, but he does anyway. 

A small, startled gasp leaves his lips when the small box begins to play the tune of 'Speechless' by Michael Jackson. It was the song that played on the radio during the drive to the restaurant on their first date.

They sang along, loudly, carelessly and happily, stealing glances at one another when they thought they could get away with it.

The song had quickly become their song. They listened to it together whenever they got the chance. Which was often.

When the song reached its end, Billy gently set the music box down on Steve's bedside table, almost immediately flinging himself into his partner's awaiting arms. The music played out quietly in the background. 

Steve didn't hesitate or falter, he just held Billy close to his chest, swaying their bodies lightly. 

Again, they were content to just hold one another, dancing lazily to the song, but the moment was short-lived thanks to Nancy banging on the door. 

"Hey, assholes! Get out here so Billy can open mine and Jonathan's gifts, not to mention the rest of the ones from the kids. Joyce convinced us to wait, but times up!"

She left no room for argument, so Steve just held his hand out for Billy to take in his. "Ready, Birthday Boy?"

Billy rolls his eyes, but takes the offered hand anyway, softly hip checking the taller.

 "I'm as ready as I'll ever be, Pretty Boy." He pauses while Steve opens the door, but continues when they cross the threshold. "Thank you for today. I know everyone played a part, but you're always gonna be the best part of anything for me."

Steve grins down at him, dropping a kiss to the crown of his head, 

"This is just the beginning, baby. It's you and me."

#billy hargrove #billy antis dni #billy hargrove deserved better #billy hargrove protection squad #harringrove #i made billys birthday Christmas bc i fucking can #just 2k words of fluff tbh #harringrove fluff #harringrove drabble #hargrove mayfield siblings #modern au #billy gets lots of presents from the party #bc its what he deserves #steve harrington #harringrove fanfiction #harringrove modern!au #Harringrove Christmas #Harringrove being cute #billy is soft with all of them bc they get that hes trying and growing #The Party being the family Billy and Max deserve #steve is a good boyfriend #Speechless by mj is amazing btw

[heartlessromantic18]

I have a story. Of anguish and heartbreak that I've never told anyone. And I need to tell someone, because I can't get a second of peace. Here goes nothing...

A little over a year ago, I met a girl through mutual friends. She was two years younger than me but seemed like the only other person who was sentient in our friend group. We became fast friends and started to hangout more and more. At some point, I found out she liked me. Despite the fact that she had a boyfriend. We had this weird situationship for about 6 months. A month into it, she broke up on with her boyfriend. After those months, she asked me out and I said yes. We dated for 4 months when she dumped me after I got into a bad car accident that left me without a car for a while. We never really actually laid down rules for our breakup. But I wasn't allowed to call her baby or kiss her. Unless we were drunk and behind closed doors, which happened a lot. As this weird gray area continues, I have the shitty realization of finding out she had been talking to her ex since we broke up. She told me it didn't mean anything. That was a lie. She told me she didn't want to be in a relationship. That was a lie. Because she can't lie to me. Whenever I have a gut feeling about her, it's always right. So my overthinking is never actually overthinking, it's just fact. Over the next couple months, she continues to cancel on me and hang out with him more. (BTW me and her were best friends throughout this).

In our relationship, we were both really protective of each other. So as she's falling back in love with the guy she broke up with to be with me, I'm sitting here losing my mind. It's been around 5-6 months since I found out she's talking to her ex and I haven't had one peaceful thought since. I know that sounds dramatic but it's completely true. Every single second of every single day, I am obsessing over their relationship. And I need to stop because I am breaking but I don't know what to do.

My best friend and I used to hangout every day. Now she hangs out with him more than me. Smiles and giggles every time his name pops up on her phone. His contact pinned on her phone. It's useless, I'm not going to change her mind. But I can't even let go of her because every time I think about leaving, she kisses me and tells me I'm the best. And I spend almost every day attempting to impress her, but it's pointless because she doesn't want me anymore. Yet she won't let go. And I refuse to bring it up to her because I don't want to lose the small intimate moments that I still have access to. I have said to many people that I think her ex is making a mistake going back to her because she's a heartbreaker and she's already cheated on him four times in the 3 separate times they've dated.

So because I'm pathetic and refuse to do anything good for myself, any time she goes out with her ex, I get to stare about the ceiling and feel nauseous. I hate her ex, my blood boils. I haven't had a peaceful thought in 6 months. And I guess I'm just not sure if it's worth sticking around anymore.

And I want to move on but I still feel guilty thinking about someone else. Especially when she finds out and ignores me as I try to explain myself. She's probably just as unready as I am to let go. But what else is there to do at this point?

#hopelessly in love #breakup #need advice #im losing my mind #send help

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the dupont family

“born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly i've known. a modern day woman with a weak constitution, 'cause i've got monsters still under my bed that i could never fight off.”

sterfanie josephina ‘steffy jo’ moreno-dupont (deceased, died in 2010 at age 58)

michael ‘mikey’ dupont (71 years old)

felicity dupont (25 years old)

tw: post partum depression, alcohol abuse, drug abuse, verbal abuse, death/overdose.

michael dupont was born in manchester, england to an english socialite for a mother and a french hotel mogul of a father. as their only son, his father had dreams of him taking over the family business after he passed, but mikey was never interested. a rebellious boy - he hated rules and school and anyone telling him what to do and dreamed of being someone that never had to be tied down or obligated to anyone. he was his father’s biggest disappointment and he had no problem letting him know that often. so, when he was sixteen years old, he decided that he was going to become a rockstar. he packed one bag, made his way to america at just sixteen years old and never looked back.

stefanie josephina moreno was born in havana, cuba to a single mother and a father that she never knew. growing up, she was simply known for being the most beautiful girl in havana and helped her mother pay rent by singing on the street for money. she spent her nights curled up by the little radio that her and her mother had in their tiny little apartment, listening to music and dreaming of being one of those girls on the radio. and her mother knew this dream of hers and knew that her voice was one that the world needed to hear. so she saved every penny she could, even going without food sometimes, and gifted the money to stefania on her sixteenth birthday - enough money for a ticket to america. she promised her she was going to become a star. she packed one bag, made her way to america at just sixteen years old and never looked back.

woodstock, 1969. it was the end of the sixties and while jimmy hendrix was shredding on the guitar, their eyes met in the crowd and that was the start of it all. if there was a textbook definition of ‘love at first sight’, it would have been the moment that they met. after the festival, they moved in together and began creating music, alongside a few friends they met along the way, formed a band called steffy jo and the six and almost overnight, became world wide rock and roll sensations. however, it wasn’t as glamorous as it seemed. because while they pumped out hit after hit and sold out tour after sold out tour, fame and fortune got to steffy and mikey’s heads in the worst ways - they were constantly at each other’s throats - whether it was creative differences or because steffy walked in on mikey with another girl...or girls or because mikey caught steffy kissing the drummer. their relationship was drug fueled, alcohol induced and incredibly toxic. but that didn’t stop them from marrying and playing the role of happy and in love when they were on stage together.

when steffy jo and mikey dupont were 45 years old in 1997, they already had 20 years of fame, scandals, sex, drugs and rock and roll under their belts. they had been touring with their band since the 70′s, traveling the world, selling out stadiums and living the true rockstar dream. they answered to no one and did whatever they wanted and even in their mid 40′s, they were just as messy as they were when they first started out. however, all of that came to a screeching halt when steffy jo found out she was pregnant.

steffy jo never wanted to be a mother and wanted to terminate the pregnancy as soon as she found out. but mikey was adamant that she keep the baby - that this baby was going to be proof that despite all of their make ups and breakups, that they were going to make it. and steffy was too much of a whimsical dreamer for her own good, and she believed every lie that mikey threw her way. steffy’s pregnancy was probably the only time that the couple was stable and on a cold and snowy evening, while their tour bus was driving through new york city after steffy jo and the six had played yet another sold out show at madison square garden, felicity stefanie dupont was born on the back of their tour bus, wrapped up in her mother’s infamous stage scarf until they made it to the hospital.

steffy jo went into shock shortly after felicity was born. the motherly instincts didn’t kick in and instead, she felt nothing but resentment for her little baby girl that had her eyes and couldn’t even stand to hold her, let alone look at her. it was then that she started turning to hard drugs to deal with what was obviously a severe case of post partum depression that she didn’t want to acknowledge or get treated. both she and mikey kept living their life as if felicity didn’t exist - pawning her off on nannies and whatever help was around instead of taking care of her themselves and simply using her as a prop when necessary to paint this false picture of a happy family in paparazzi pictures or magazine spreads. 

 throughout her entire childhood, felicity was raised on the road. however, the reality of what being a parent was something that the dupont’s never understood. they simply hired nanny after nanny to stay on the tour bus and in hotels with their young girl and they went back to their regularly scheduled programming of debauchery and fame, the promises that mikey had made to steffy about them being this perfect little family came crumbling down almost immediately. steffy never wanted to be a mother and if mikey was allowed to enjoy his freedom, so was she. felicity was too young to understand what was going on. her nanny would tell her tales of her parents being international superstars and that they were busy sharing their music with the world and she admired them for it, wanted to be just like them. in their rare sober moments, they’d take felicity to the studio and teach her all about music. the girl knew every instrument and had a voice that mirrored her mother’s. and her view of her parents was just as skewed as the view the rest of the world had of them. she adored them and wanted to be just like them, even though she spent her nights being locked away in the back of the tour bus by her nanny covering her ears so she didn't hear the sounds of them screaming and glass shattering.

when felicity was only eight years old, a years long affair that her father was having with a model was revealed, and the iconic mikey and steffy broke up for good and steffy jo and the six was no longer. mikey went on and basically completely abandoned felicity and steffy, starting his own solo career that was an immediate success, but steffy struggled. she attempted her own solo career, but drugs and depression completely took her over and she could barely even function and she didn’t want to, not even for the sake of her daughter because at the end of the day, felicity was the daughter that she never wanted. and through her drug fueled rage and nights of anger, she always made it be known to the girl that she was in fact, never wanted. she never showed her daughter any kind of warmth or empathy and she was always someone felicity feared. she dreaded moments that she was left alone with her because it meant that she had to take care of her - had to drag her off the floor and into bed or hold her hair as she threw up after a rough night out or force water down her throat when she was having a bad trip. and through all of this, felicity held onto the hope that one day, her mother would thank her, or even just love her a little bit. but she never did. and she never failed to make felicity feel like it was her fault that mikey left them.

it only took five years for steffy to succumb to her addiction. felicity found her dead in the motel they were living in at the time in 2010. she was out with her nanny that day and when they returned and found steffy jo unresponsive on the floor, felicity didn't even shed a single tear. she realized then and there that the woman she had hoped she'd become was just something she made up in her head and that her mother's love was something she'd never have and that she'd have no choice but to live the rest of her life with this giant hole in her heart that no one would be able to fill. felicity was sent off to live with her father. however, mikey wasn’t greeted with the big eyed little girl with flowers in her hair who loved music just as much as her parents, he was greeted with a girl who had nothing but hate in her heart for what her parents had put her through and a girl who had blamed him for all of it.

by fourteen years old, felicity had emancipated from her father and was living under the guardianship of her manager. she let go of any dreams that she had of music, not wanting to be anything like her parents and pursued a career in acting, wanting to prove to the world that she wasn't going to be a giant fuck up like them. it’s been eleven years since felicity has spoken to or seen her father but now that the man is 70 years old and he’s slowing down, he’s starting to feel the immensity of regret for everything he’s done. however, he can’t face felicity. because he had hurt her too much and looking at her reminds him of her mother, who’s death he blames himself for. so, he watches her from afar, wishing he would’ve done things differently.

as far as how felicity feels about her parents, she can’t imagine looking at a child and not wanting to give them anything but the best possible life. she has no empathy towards her father and while she used to feel the same about her mother, as she’s gotten older and has gone through similar substance abuse issues and the downfall of her own reputation after spending the first half of her career with a pristine image, she feels like she’s just starting to understand the woman she’ll never get to ask ‘why’ to. but perhaps some things are better left unknown.

#hillztask #felicityheadcanons

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Are you disrespectful to a lot of people? Well no, but I mean if someone is rude to me then I can very much use that as reason to be rude back.

When was the last time someone called you pretty? A few months ago; that's not really a word I get a lot.

Do you like the color pink? It used to be my favorite color! It's not anymore but I still like pink a lot nonetheless.

Are you in your pajamas at the moment? Nah, I haven't changed from of my outside clothes today actually. I'll do it before I turn in.

On Facebook, do you have people listed as your siblings who aren’t really your siblings? No, I never did stuff like that.

Doesn’t it annoy you when couples post things to each other’s wall on Facebook that are all mushy and gross and NO ONE CARES? No need to be so mad, lol. I have a few friends who do cheesy posts about their relationships but I just skip them and move on because people can post whatever they want.

Does your cell phone have a case on it? What color? It does have a case but it's just plain and clear so that 1) it looks clean and 2) so I can easily see the photocard I've inserted inside hahah.

So what do you think about Chris Brown now? I've always thought he was a gross piece of shit and every single day I live I grow more frustrated that people let him stick around.

What was the last song you had on repeat? Dust by Seventeen.

Ever kissed someone your parents hated? No.

What do you think about your cousins? Counting only my first cousins:

Cousins from my mom's older brother: My favorite out of the cousin bunch; easy to talk to and we're in the same wavelength with pretty much everything so that makes them a lot of fun to hang out and have conversation with.

Cousins from my mom's younger brother: I know and trust that they're nice boys, but very much out of touch. I catch them not really having the most respectful demeanor towards elders (like not using honorifics) and they kind of lack humility, but I'm hopeful they grow out of that phase.

Cousins from my dad's first sister: Quiet, but nice. I'm a bit wary towards one of them since she has questionable political opinions that keep me from fully trusting her lol but apart from that I find her very warm and friendly.

Cousins from my dad's second sister: The most socially aware out of my dad's-side cousins so I personally like them most. Lei in particular is extremely easy to get along with and I like hanging out with her whenever we visit.

Cousins from my dad's brother: I barely know them because they live in the US and have only flown to the Philippines once and it was years ago when the younger son wasn't even born yet.

Do you think the name Sage is for boys or girls? For me it passes off as unisex.

Do you have a favorite radio station? 93.1 is probably my favorite these days since they're pretty generous with the K-pop airplay, but as a disclaimer I also don't listen to the radio a lot anymore.

Do you ever save things as a draft or a note in your phone so you can remember them later? All the time. My Notes app is filled with the most random crap, from the occasional journaling of my dreams to work ideas that pop up in my head while I'm not working.

Do you use Sharpies often? Nah, the need for them doesn't come up frequently.

What didn’t you get for Christmas that you asked for? I never really expect anything for Christmas anymore, but I did find it amusing that I kept mentioning Katinko but I didn't get one hahaha. I guess people thought I was kidding LOL

Any weird fears? I wouldn't call it fully weird or irrational per se but I am scared of electrical outlets and would usually ask someone to plug something in for me.

Would you say that you’ve become more of a slut or less of a slut since a year ago? It's been the same in that I haven't been sexually active at all. It's not something I look for.

Are you older or younger than most of your friends? They're either older or the same age.

Does anyone you know exaggerate a lot? Sure.

What are your plans for your next birthday? I don't have any yet.

How are your nails? Inconsistent, because I tend to peel them off.

Your most recent ex says he/she hates you, you say? Nothing. I'd just block them.

How is life going for you right now? I feel a little exhausted and stuck, but I'm still trying to maximize wherever I am right now while also actively plotting bigger plans for the future. That's what a quarter-life crisis does to you, apparently.

Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? Nah, I think I'm clean for now.

Have you met anyone new lately? Yep but they all have to do with work so meh.

What color are your eyes? Dark brown.

Look to your right what do you see? My bag, Starbucks cup, and headphones.

Are you drifting away from your best friend? Nope.

Would you feel hurt if your last ex was in a relationship? She's not in my life anymore at all and I truly would not care if this was or is the case.

If given the chance, go back to fix a past regret or take a million dollars? Take the money, lmao. Regrets are a part of life.

What’s more important, your pride or your life? Life, but honestly speaking pride is also giving it a run for its money lol. Admittedly I can still be pretty prideful.

Would the last person who texted you hurt you? They could in the way that anyone could, but I wouldn't be the most affected considering it's a work contact.

Your ex is sitting next to you with their new partner, what do you do? Suck the situation up and use it as an opportunity to talk and catch up.

Do you have a reason to smile right now? Not in particular.

Have you ever had to choose between two people? No.

Last thing you drank was? My drink from Starbucks.

What did you do last night? I rewatched the entire Twilight Saga for all of yesterday so the evening was spent watching both parts of Breaking Dawn.

Where is your mother? In her room.

Have you had sex today? Nope.

Are you afraid of losing a boyfriend/girlfriend? I don't have a partner.

Do you have siblings? Yes, I do.

Last person, you talked to in person? My sister.

Do you think someone’s thinking about you? Nope.

What made you the happiest today? Being able to push myself to work a little bit, oh and getting to have Korean food for lunch earlier :)

What is your hair looking like right now? It's in a neat low ponytail.

Is tomorrow gonna be a good day? I doubt it; I think I'll just be really tired by the end of it.

Are you currently wanting any piercings? Nopes.

Are you looking forward to something as of right now? Seeing two different groups of friends on Friday and Saturday.

Do you swallow gum when you’re done with it? No.