#about it to call problematic till I kicked them off the call & later were so surprised I didn’t humor them

[ziracona]

I used to be way more of a doormat and appeasing because I was raised to be polite, but after enough people taking advantage of that, by college I was like “I’m really done wasting my time enabling horrible behavior. Look, bud, you now get the same level of thoughtfulness/tact/politeness as you give—ima mirror whatever approach you come at me with, because I don’t have the energy to put 110% into a relationship while you give 40 anymore” and it’s so funny that like without fail the kind of people you’ll show your favorite movie to super excited who will then go “Eh I didn’t really like it it was kinda boring” or be even worse instead of like, saying nothing, or finding a polite thing to say, are sooo shocked when you just honestly tell them what you think of stuff they share back.

Like it’s almost uproariously funny. One dude was like “I’m gonna make fun of you & your taste & fave game for reccing it to me since you liked it so much yourself, bc while I haven’t even touched this video game personally, I watched a game sins video on it one time, so I have a PHD in knowing it has no redeeming qualities,” and then was just offended out of his head at how hurtful I was for when he wanted me to watch a show he liked and I was like “Thanks for thinking of me, but I know the MC from the show this is a spinoff of, and find her impossibly obnoxious, and I just don’t think the story would be worth it to me,” like just couldn’t believe I’d be so tactless. Nother dude did the exact same thing, & then was so offended I didn’t pretend to not hate a ship in a mutual fandom whenever he kept bringing it up over and over despite already knowing I both hated, and didn’t want to talk about it. Knew a chick who would tell me she didn’t like things I brought up all the time, or thought my comments were stupid, but then was so offended any time I like, mentioned how much I was relieved a character from a game we both played that she liked & I hated, finally died & left the story.

Like without fail, that kind of person is always /so/ shocked, and /so/ offended if someone treats them even a less mean version fo the way they treat everyone they talk to. Occasionally after I start doing this bc the subtle kindness approach didn’t work, a person will go “Wow I’ve been kind of an ass huh?” & improve but 9 times out of 10 it’s just Comedy Central with them failing to see any kind of double standard but lost in the way I’m not Yes Maning them into next year like the idealized npc version of me in their head. But anyway this is on my mind not even because of that all too common (esp in Avid befriending-many-people-&-jumping-fro-1-to-the-next fandom spaces) shitass personality Load Out, but because whenever I do have nicer people I interact w in such circles, which happens not like, infrequently, but way less frequent than the ones who suck, sadly, it’s unimaginably funny to me in the opposite direction—like I’ll just be there talking to them nicely about something I can’t stand — not lying or anything just like, yeah I don’t mind listening to you talk about this movie I hate, bc I like you, and I have no need to tell you how I feel about the movie—you didn’t ask. You just wanna infodump. & I got no problem w that—I like hearing you talk, & you don’t feel a need to cut down & preach at everything I ever say, so we actually got something good here back and forth. But inside my head against the backdrop of how many mediocre to shitty people I’ve known recently I just am like “Baby girl, I have things in my loadout for you & only you that you can’t even imagine.”

#it’s funny but in a good way. it’s nice to have people who make you put the shotgun back in the closet and take out the snack case instead #(I know it’s easy to get paranoid online even tho I don’t interact much w a lot do you but if you’re worried I don’t vent about people who #are gonna see it in the space they’d—u know—see it. I vent about tumblr stuff irl to friends usually. this ain’t about u dw this is about me #talking to someone earlier & having a blast) #(bc they are one of the good ones & it’s so funny how night & day interactions w humans can be) #(one of my favorite ppl who shares a job w me is like this like girl has such different taste we like opposite things on a crazy level #but she’s so nice & chill I never gaf) #(shoutout to Erin. who was like this in college 💙) #(this is about a friend talking to me about Zutara for so long while I’m like :) I hate that ship but baby for you I’m just gonna enjoy the #enthusiasm — for you I’m true neutral today please-continue) #anyway don’t keep being a doormat for people—it’s actually way better if you’re frank because it speed weeds out people who aren’t going to #improve or be good to you anyway & you deserve better than being the Mean Girl’s follower to some asshat with 0 perspective for what it’s #like to be someone else #& it’ll make the good ones even /more/ fun to be around /more/ deeply appreciated in your heart #you become a different kind of aware once you shift from ‘this is bad but I’ll take it’ to ‘I’m not gonna put up with this anymore’. it make #the experiences quite different #Had a NB friend be like ‘:(( I’m lonely can I watch whatever you’re watching w you?’ & I was like ‘Sure. Here’s the context—it’s my #childhood fave show I rewatch sometimes for comfort and nostalgia. : )’ & they spent the next 20 minutes trying to find things #about it to call problematic till I kicked them off the call & later were so surprised I didn’t humor them #wanting to explain all their kinks to me. Ppl fkn wild bro. & we don’t gotta take it. Good ones exist too.

[stilemawillow]

Hi can I request a dadlevi x momreader where they have a teenage daughter and the 104th cadet boys gave a crush on her and Levi gets really protective and the reader has to reassure him that she's not a baby anymore pleaseeee thank you😁

welp, i’m usually slow as a sloth with requests but if you don’t mind it being a short drabble i can sure as hell crack up sth soo sorry if it’s a bit too short but here goes, hope you like it anonie (also i kind of said trabble and it turned out 1500 words, sorry) ________________________________________________

“This is getting out of hand, Levi.” Your words were low around the table at the mess hall as your raven-haired husband fixed the cadets across from you with a murderous glare. You put a hand to his tense shoulder and could distinctly hear Mike and Hanji snort from next to you at Levi’s click of the tongue - still, his abuse didn’t stop.

Your daughter glanced at her father once, smiling happily from her place in between the cheerful males of the 104th squad and proceeding to be rather oblivious when it came to his foul mood. Admittedly, he hadn’t spoken about it to anybody but, as the mother of his rather grown-up child and the woman who’d spent well over two decades with him already, you didn’t need a verbal explanation to gather why he was being so pissy.

Since your daughter had been enlisted in the Corps (something her and Levi and you and her had had two separate rather long arguments about), she was in the spotlight, or, well, something of the sort. She was kind enough to communicate with her peers and funny enough to make them laugh, and the looks she’d mostly inherited from you did its part when it came to charming the rookies you’d later checked were named Jean Kirstein, Reiner Braun, Connie Springer, Armin Arlert and partly, the very special Eren Jaeger.

They were her comrades and she regarded them as such - close people she would protect and work with in the future, and they regarded her the same with just a little bit of an ulterior motive. Naturally, parents were good at noticing those stuff and the usually emotion-incompetent Levi Ackerman was no exception when it came to Jean’s heart eyes mirroring his own aimed at you in the past.

As a good father who couldn’t, however, reveal his identity straight-up, he made sure to mentor the kids as harshly as he could, strict in his teachings and rather sadistic out of them. The poor boys had handled stable and kitchen duty more than any previous rookies enlisted and two or three of them had gotten lucky enough to clean up a whole storage of 3DM gear and run laps till they fainted. You were nurturing when it came to those undeserved mishaps and ended up playing the good cop who gave the poor boys water and let them sleep for the rest of the day.

Levi didn’t know it but the harder his punishments got, the more reason his daughter had to pity the boys and question her father’s behaviour. We arrive at a moment where he could no longer think of a suitable punishment to pull through with enough reason and, of course, your endless nagging on the topic. Your daughter didn’t need to know about this secret little bickering, as the cadets didn’t know she was your child and nobody but the superiors were aware of your relationship with Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.

“I’m just monitoring.” The raven’s excuse was laughable as you were leaving the mess hall and he literally stalked his daughter and her tall charmers to the training fields, where you decided to pull him along into the building and have a little talk.

“This is ridiculous, do you realise what you’re doing?” Your question struck nothing in him as he made his way to the second floor of the building only so he could observe from above the training the 104th cadets would undertake with Hanji. His hawk eyes pierced the window and the boys surrounding his precious little baby, and in that moment you felt a little soft when it came to reprimanding him.

“I’m watching my fucking child.” He argued with a grumble and crossed arms, making you sigh as you leaned against the window and observed his features. You could guess only by the pissed off twitch of his brow your daughter had been paired to combat with some of the boys he so disliked.

“But she’s not in danger.” You objected with a snort to which he rolled his eyes. “Also our child.” The addition made his frown more sarcastic, then you pushed at his shoulder and glanced outside. The sun was shining and your husband was silent - and you had to be a good wife and mother at the same time. “Now, I need you to hear me out. Our daughter is fifteen years old and she’s part of the worst group possible. Maybe we can concern ourselves more with her safety and happiness, not so much with the boys she has as friends.”

“It’s unacceptable for them to slack off this much, not to mention you’re defending her. You pointed it out, she’s just fifteen.” The emphasis was a cold slap in your face, then you were eyeing him pointedly.

“Levi,” his grey hues left the window for a second to lock with your gaze, “I was fifteen when I met you.” Your words made him suck in a breath but his obstinance had no limits when it came to his overprotective nature.

“All the more fucking reason for me to protect her.”

“No, all the more reason for us to watch from afar and let her live her life. She’s a teenager once and the fact she’s bonding with her comrades isn’t going to kill her.” The brow he quirked at you made you glare, then you beat him to speaking. “She’s not a baby anymore, we take care of her, yes, but we have to give her some freedom too. Otherwise, we’ll get a rebellious period and I can’t handle managing both your explosive asses once that happens.” His spiteful snort was provocative but his figure turned away from the window to glare at you - good, so he was buckling.

“My ass is explosive only when I drink too much coffee.” His childish retort made you chuckle - you took it as him admitting defeat by not addressing the issue any further.

“And when Hanji cooks.” Your joke called forth an eye-roll from him, then his lips pursed and you smiled at his pale countenance. “It’s fine being worried, she’s been sheltered her whole life and suddenly you’re forced to watch her form connections with people who’re not us. I would say, however,” your smile slowly curled into a smirk as you glanced at the training fields through the window, “she can beat up the boys if they annoy her without your help.”

His brows furrowed and his attention followed your gaze, and you watched your fifteen-year-old daughter flip the blond Reiner Braun over her shoulder with a move Levi had taught her when she was ten. He fell to the ground and, from experience, you knew how much it hurt when all the air was pushed out of your lungs in that moment. Next thing he knew, a foot had stepped on his dominant hand’s wrist and a small hand held a wooden knife to his throat.

In your peripheral vision, you saw the satisfied flicker in Levi’s orbs and decided he wouldn’t be arguing with you on the topic of this anymore. Also, he might as well spare the boys their duties. If his daughter could handle the biggest one this easily, she could land a kick to the testicles effortlessly if any of them proved problematic. You shook your head at the sight and how proud Levi seemed due to it, then you realised he was back to watching you.

“On the topic of us meeting when you were still a brat, are you insinuating anything?” You began waving your hands around in a “no” when he glared at the field, then at you. You’d just denied when he tactfully cut in with: “Far as I remember, you jumped me and you had eighteen.” You let out an awkward laugh and his glare got all the more deadly.

“Haha, about that. I actually lied so you’d let me.” The slow admittance slipped past your dry lips and you watched your husband doubt everything you’d told him in your shared life. You could see him recall everything and make sure he was in the right - except you’d been stupid as a teenager and twice as scheming.

“But your birthday had passed.” He argued coldly, unsuspecting of the truth and ever so sweet because he put so much trust in you.

“And about that, my birthday’s kind of a month after the date I told you.” You watched his eyes widen and began ranting, as per tradition when he came close to blowing a fuse and you wanted to avoid being collateral damage. “I know what you’re thinking, I’m so lucky that my wife is even younger than I thought she was, she’s so attractive and youthful---”

“I’m thinking how I’m about to beat your ass in our next combat session for lying to me for twenty fucking years, that’s what I’m thinking.”

#asks #drabbles #drabbles for anonies #levi x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #reader insert #fluff with a daughter #with a spin at the end #because parents are more iconic than their kids sometimes

[nyomjoon]

why Kou is the best character in Ao Haru Ride

Why Kou is the best character in Ao Haru Ride & the most deserving of a fangirl club

to preface, the main girl (futaba) and main guy (kou) had crushes on each other in middle school, which would’ve progressed when kou invited her out to see her at a place near a clock. however, kou did not show up because one of their classmates questioned futaba on whether she fancied kou, and she was extremely introverted and replied that she hated boys - which she did. but, she had felt differently for kou since he was more gentle and less brutish than the other guys who were really the epitome of pubescent boys. so i see the appeal to kou. upon hearing this, kou decided not to show up in fear that she would not reciprocate his feelings. alas, she was left waiting in the cold for most of the night, and would not hear from him till highschool because he moved away due to his parents’ divorce. he also changes his last name from tanaka to mabuchi (this is significant). 

edit: it has been brought to my attention that kou hadn’t shown up bc it was his parents divorce that day. i might’ve missed this detail but i assume when he tells futaba it’s not at the beginning so rlly mayb it’s another element to the ~character development~

I

When reminiscing, i only remember Kou to be the nonchalant, token tsundere, yeah he doesn’t care about you or your feelings. and upon surface level i found it to be so annoying, because he was the guy who left futaba out of his own fear. she was owed an explanation because despite it being middleschool, i too, would’ve been traumatised if the boy i liked had stood me up and not to mention leave school without a word to any of this classmates. i can side with futaba because i am also an introvert and it plucks a lot of courage to be able to ask someone out in the first place. however, that being said - being an asshole straight off the bat can only mean that there’s room or character development which to my little 12 year old self - failed to realise. 

II

when kou moved middle schools, he struggled to find his group of friends, which in hindsight would probably be difficult for anyone who was going through what he had - his parents splitting. however, he meets ms. narumi, who initially we are grateful that she was able to help kou break out of his shell and develop friendships at school albeit he wasn’t besties with anyone. despite this, i will never forgive what she does later. as i’ve mentioned earlier, when kou enters highschool he becomes an asshole. this is because he experiences his mother dying and as anyone would be, he became bitter. he was more closed off than before and upon this revelation, we begin to sympathise for kou. because losing a loved one is as depressing as it comes and we begin to understand that with his parents divorce there was no one else there for his mother except for him. his older brother, given the split, had stayed with his father and so to satisfy his mother kou spent all his middle school years studying, with a realisation too late that he had made no better memories with his late mother. 

consequent to his loss, we accept that his “asshole” personality is justified and he had become a man full of regret. during highschool, he moved back in with his father however, avoided spending time with his family at all costs. he’s revealed to be hanging around a group of friends to merely ‘waste time’ and really, he doesn’t enjoy anything in life. yet, ms. futaba, is persistent in nature and still has feelings for him so attempts to develop a friendship because of their previous relationship. much to his dismay, he still harbours remnants of his crush for her, however, he cannot and refuses to acknowledge it - he does this by not saying it aloud but he’s written her name in a notebook and despite the knowledge of its existence he does not tear or throw it away. 

III

as futaba and kou’s relationship develop even further - she convinces him to stop seeing the friends and instead he has better friends at school who are all in this event committee or something like that. however, as the story progresses, narumi comes back and asks kou to help her because shes moved to the same town and has also experienced the death of a parent - which also happened after her parents divorced. knowing what that feels like, he felt obligated to help her out. i’m not sure if he intended to be an anchor for her, but this situation turned out to be very manipulative - because narumi was purposefully trying to hold down kou and drag him away from his character development, because as you would assume, futaba & co. are the steps towards moving on from his bitterness, regret and anger, and narumi tries her best to pull him away from it which inherently just inhibited his growth. 

kou isn’t aware of this manipulation, because despite being an asshole prior he sympathises with narumi - which, really shows how kind hearted he is. he goes even further with his generosity by rejecting futaba, because even if they had dated, he still could not leave narumi because he felt as it was his duty to help her overcome her own adversities, which would’ve made futaba uncomfortable. it was/is in fact not his duty to help her overcome her trauma because as we all know it’s part of her own journey, and by helping her, he is still being tied to the past and he himself cannot overcome his trauma. 

IV

because he had rejected futaba, she decides to move on and although it does not happen immediately, she starts dating this other guy who in my opinion (which is completely objective btw) is so pushy and forward and he’s just a rat. because she starts to date this dude, kou realises that he still likes her, and depsite seeing them together he is unable to move on, or get rid of his feelings for her. now normally, this would be a bit problematic, however, because i hated kikuchi (futaba’s new bf) i don’t care. so, what i enjoyed about this particular bit of his transformation is that he was able to preserve the good things of his childhood which was fundamentally, memories of futaba and the times he spent with her. so when kou has his final talk with narumi - he lets himself out of that toxic environment, which is probably step five of his character development. and he goes back to the town he lived in when his mum died. he takes futaba with him to override the horrible memories that he had made - ones that reminded him of his parents divorce and his mum’s death. his logic behind this method was because when he was in the infirmary he was able to overcome his hate of the disinfectant smell because he was with futaba. 

he also reconciled with his mother’s passing by visiting her grave and letting her know that he is finally able to move on. 

another bit i wanted to mention, because it was so chivalrous of kou - basically, futaba got mugged and her bag had a strap that meant a lot to her. and so she tried chasing him, however, she got lost because she kicked the guy in the face and tried to run away. eventually, kou found her and she was really shocked and she actually had a fever so he had to carry her all the way to her hotel room. and then she mentioned that she lost her bag and really needed it. so, he left the hotel room and retrieved it and during his absence was when all the friends gathered in her room. when he comes back, he’s found the bag and throws it at her boyfriend which is funny because it shows how useless the boyfriend is lol. 

V

after this, he does not give up trying to chase after futaba, because she’s been such a pivotal element to his life - which we can all see. his hard work does not go in vain, they do end up together which is very pleasing. but the final bit to his reform is his last name change. as you can imagine, the initial change from tanaka to mabuchi was probably something that was traumatic but then when he changes it back to tanaka he’s able to move on from his bitterness from his mother’s death. not to mention, he was very adamant on futaba to stop calling him tanaka but its pretty significant that he was able to overcome his personal struggles. 

im too hungry so i can’t think anymore, if any of u read the manga add to the list!!1!!!111!!!!!

#ao haru ride #character study #kou mabuchi #anime #futaba yoshioka #shoujo manga #romance #pls be light on the criticism i’m v sensitive

[oingo233]

By The Lake*Part Six

Summary:  A family friend offers you a place to stay to get away from an abusive past.  Her home is a place that you are familiar with, an old town with a large lake you spent many days in. You went there years ago for one full summer, where you became close friends with a very young Daryl Dixon.  You two were inseparable until you had to leave.  But now you’re back, escaping from a past much like his.  You will need to weave your way through the town’s problematic people, your own problems, and above all the confusing Dixon.  Will you two find your way back to each other again?  Or will he push you further away?  And above all, will your past cease to haunt you?

MasterList

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and violence(potential triggers), cussing, more mature themes(not smut or anything tho), slow burn romance, described wounds and injuries

Authors note:  I don’t own the character Daryl Dixon, he belongs to the creators of The Walking Dead.  This fic talks about abuse, and the terrible reality involved to spread awareness about the matter, not to romanticize it.                              

Word Count: 4.4k

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I woke up with Daryl sprawled out next to me, his back looks stiff and painful, but his hand was still holding on tightly to mine.  His hair shadowed his face, and his legs were spread wide apart, one dangling over mine.  If it weren’t for all the cuts, and bruises that littered his body, he would look like a normal teenager.  One that chases girls, and all the highs of life.  Sometimes, I forget that he is a teenage boy at all, he seems to always carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.  I go over each of his wounds, to check for infection or any changes.  All seems to be healing well so far.

I planned on letting him sleep for as long as he could, but Cherry had other plans.

“(Y/N)?”  She knocked at the door and I saw the door handle jiggle.  She was trying to get in.  But she would see Daryl!  “How’s your hand?”  I hear her ask.  “If you’re even awake...”  She mumbles to herself.  More knocking follows.  My heart is caught in my throat.  My hand is fine, and that is the problem.  

The bed shifts next to me, and I notice Daryl now wide awake.  He lets go of my hand with a slight blush, and runs his now free hand through his hair, wincing from the movement.  Cherry knocks again and he stops moving, we stare at each other with wide eyes.  Cherry’s knocking gets louder and she tries the door again, yelling my name.  Daryl and I remain frozen till he lightly hits my leg with his.  Letting me know I should do something.  He was glancing around at all the windows and I rolled my eyes.

“You are not jumping out a window Daryl.”  I whisper-yell, he narrows his eyes at me.  

“Then what the hell else are we gonna do?”  He whisper yells right back at me, his hand flying from his hair to the air.  

“Let me handle this.” I say, eliciting a look from him. 

“Oh great...”He mumbles.  I hide my laughter from his comment, along with my sassy remark, and head to the first aide kit.  

“Sorry Cherry, just woke up.  Let me-”  I yell through the door, I look down at myself, thinking of what to say.  But then I die inside, glancing back at Daryl only to catch him with his eyes trailing down my butt, my legs, and then his eyes roam back to mine and he blushes a deep red.  His hand rubbing the back of his neck as he avoids looking at me anymore.  “-get dressed.”  I finish my sentence, pulling my over sized shirt a little more down my butt and undies.  Faster than I ever have, I put on shorts, and wrapped my hand in gauze to further sell my lie.  The thought made me shrivel up with guilt.  “Coming.”  I say, breathlessly. 

I swing the door open, step out of it, and slam it shut behind me. Making sure Daryl won’t be seen.  He didn’t want anyone to know, and quite frankly, I didn’t want Cherry and Mark to know either.  I just kept him in my room overnight, and lied to them.  Plus, I want to ask Daryl something but that will have to wait.

She quirks her eyebrows up at me in question, and I shrug.  Ready to spit out another lie but she cuts me off, fingers in the air.

“I don’t want to know.” I nod along with her.  We walk back to the house together, making casual conversation.  She asked me about how I slept, and how my hand is doing.  She even offered to check it for me, which I quickly declined.  

We were all sitting down at the table when Rosie started to cry.  We all stopped everything, the loud clashing of metal on ceramic plates filled the room along with her sobs.  She ignored our questions and cooeing, as she lifted a shaky finger to me.  

“B-b-blood.” She blubbered out, words trapped in sobs.  I glance down at myself and see splotches of red staining all across my left side, in patches from my arm to leg, and finally to where Rosie was pointing, my face.  All on the side I was sleeping on, I suddenly remember the bloody sheets Daryl and I slept on; both of us too tired to care.  I cringe at my own stupidity, as Mark quietly excuses himself from the table with a slight gag.

“Oh my...here.”  Cherry gives me a wet cloth she dipped in her water glass, and swipes it across my face, catching the red stains.  I take it from her and rush to the bathroom.  I don’t emerge until Rosie stops crying so hard, and I’m fully clean.

“I’m okay sweetie.”  I coo, approaching her slowly and letting her see my clean skin.  She gives me a tight hug while Cherry rubs her back.

“How?”  She asks, eyebrows knotted.  I shrug, my cheeks heating as I think of a bloody, shirtless Daryl in my bed.  

“Hand, I guess.”  I say, not looking her in the eyes.  She nods stiffly.  I grab an extra plate of food, telling Cherry I was super hungry because of my cravings, and she excused my off behavior.  Truth was, I don’t think Daryl wanted rabbit from the woods as breakfast while he was this hurt.  I was almost out the door when she stopped me.

“Hey (Y/N)?”  I turn around and give her a warm smile, it drops quickly at the sullen expression she wears.  “Lets talk later.  Come early for dinner, yeah?”  I swallow thickly, and reassure her I’ll be early.  I rush out of there, thoughts racing with what she could possibly want to talk to be about.  My stomach lurched and I wanted to cry.  She knows...she knows about Daryl.  She’ll scare him off and he’ll never come to me for help.  His family will be shamed, and he’ll never be safe there again. She was going to yell at me for lying, and she was going to kick me out.  The plate feels heavy in my arms and I set it on the table on the cabin porch, not even remembering how I got there so quickly.

I miss the way the door opened slowly, to reveal Daryl as he hobbles over to me.  He set a rough hand softly on my shoulder, and rubbed it.  

“Ya goin’ to be okay? Ya look sick.” He whispers, turning me to face and hug him, he seems stiff with all this contact but I sink into anyway.  “I got ya, doll.  It’s okay.”  He held me until my breathing evened out, and I can now hear his steady but pained breathing, over my racing heart.  I don’t know what happened between us, or what will, but this felt right.  My question from earlier came rushing out before I could stop it.  

“Stay.” I murmur into his chest.  His arms drop from around me and twitch by his side.  A nervous habit of his.  He gnaws at the inside of his cheek, eyes wide on me.  

“What?” He asks. I swallow the lump in my throat and push the words out like vomit.  He could react terribly to this.

“I want you to stay here with me.  Cherry won’t and doesn’t have to know.  They rarely come by here anyway.”  He sits down by the food and stares in the direction of their white house.  Silently, he picks up the fork and starts to eat.  I sit opposite of him.  “You aren’t safe at your house.  Obviously...”  I motion to his wounded body.  “...we both know that to be a fact.  You’re safe here.  I’d never hurt you.”  The words echo in our mind, all too familiar.  “Stay.” and “would never hurt you.”  We’ve said those things to each other before.  I glance at the lake, the flat rock and remember the brush of his fingers on my face from last night.  the familiarity of it all overwhelmed me as my mind drifted to that one summer many years ago. 

****FlashBack****

It was raining, hard.  The enforced wood of the cabin made the raindrops sound like bullets.  It fogged my sleep, I dream of war.  Bullets firing in the air, explosions.  I was shot.  I woke up with a jump.  Feeling my torso for the ghost wound.  I exhale deeply, trying to calm myself.  My mother is sound asleep next to be on the bed.  Over the loud rage of the weather I heard another sound.  Something was running.  A sob broke through the air and I froze.  It was a person running.  

I was petrified, all I could do was listen to the crashing of footsteps in puddles, and loud cries.  Who was here?  After my nightmare, it was easy for me to imagine the worst.  A murder?  A stalker?  An intruder?  My mother snored softly beside me and a sense of calm washed over me.  I must protect us, I realized.  The sounds faded away and soon there was just rain.  But I knew the person still had to be around. Daryl taught me how to throw a good punch, “the old one, two” he called it.   He also taught me how to shoot the crossbow, but that was safe with him at the moment.  

On shaky legs I peeked out the window to see where this person was.  I looked across the whole area but couldn’t see anyone.  Until a shadow moved off in the distance.  It was hard to see in the night, let alone in the middle of the storm.  The figure was dark, but I saw as it sat at the edge of Daryl and I’s rock.  Head in their hands.  Crying.  Why would a murder cry?  They wouldn’t, I thought.  Maybe someone needs my help.

Without a second thought I grab my blanket to shield myself from the cold, and I unlock the door.  I rush out using the blanket over my head as I stepped over twigs and mud puddles to reach the side of the lake the person was on.  I reached the person in a couple of minutes.  My legs were shaking like the ground during a quake, and all I could think of was if this person would hurt me or not.  I push forward every ounce of courage I have as I shout over the rain a few feet from the person.

“Who are you!  What the hell you doing here!”  I yell.  The figure nearly jumps out of the air, I swear I heard a deep sob before it was muffled by a false chuckle.  “Ya always check in on strangers in the middle of the night alone?”  Silence engulfed us as I wondered why he sounded so familiar. 

“N-no.”  I stutter out. “That’s smart.”  Daryl's voice echoes into the night sarcastically. Relief nearly knocks me over, but my frown only deepens. I scowl, sitting down next to him. “Only when they cry like a baby.”  I joke, but it was badly taken.  He stiffened by my side, puffing his chest out. He dragged a hand roughly down his face, wiping his nose and giving me a deadly glare.  “I ain’t crying.  It’s raining smart ass”   I don’t push it further, I just nod my head and stare off at the water when I notice Daryl finding it harder to compose himself.  

“You never answered my question.”  I say softly, watching his eyes fill up with tears.  He scoffs.

“Don’t ‘ave to.  You ain’t the boss of me.”  He was grumpier than usual.  A thick silence took over the conversation.  The rain was letting up slightly, just a slight drizzle now.  The crickets were creating beautiful music, as the droplets created ripples on the lake.  It was straight out of a movie, peaceful and calm--a sob broke through the chorus of forest animals.  Daryl’s head was in his hand.  

“He beat me (Y/N).  He really beat me.” He cried, tugging at his hair.  Under the moonlight I could see bruises and little cuts sprinkled along his arms.  His cheek swollen large, he has a black eye.  I wiped a tear from my face and tried not to focus on the sense of dread and anxiety welling up in my chest.

I wrapped the soggy blanket around both of us, Daryl laid his head on my shoulder as he cried quietly.  I could tell he was struggling to calm down, my heart ached at the thought of how afraid he must be.  He was just a boy, and he would have to return to all this pain and fear in the morning.  And everyday after.  With my arm across his back for the blanket, I wrap my hand softly around his arm and rub up and down, humming a song softly in his ear. He choked on his breath a couple times before his breathing evened out and he was relaxed into my side.  Never have I seen him like this, so vulnerable and terrified.  My song ended and I look down.  Daryl was sound asleep.  I chuckle to myself.  Only he could sleep outside when it was pissing rain.  

Hair was falling onto his face.  I wipe it from his forehead and nearly cry out at the clot of blood it revealed.  There was a large gash coming from his hairline, the rain beat on it and I winced at the water ran red and fell down his face.  Panic swelled within me and I carefully removed him from me.  My mother would know what to do.  She could help.

I was nearly off the rock completely when I heard a sharp intake of air behind me, and Daryl yelling.

“Wait-”  He stood up and ran towards me.  We stared at each other for a long time.  My eyes kept following the blood down his face, but he was staring right into my eyes.  Pained breaths left him, but he looked frantic.  My eyes found his only to see a pool of blue fear.  Vulnerably.

“Stay.”  He whispered.  He reached for my arm gently, the blanket fell to the floor as he ran to me.  I stared at it, then the cabin, then back to his bleeding head.  I pull away carefully and he looked panicked.  “Please, stay.”  His voice shook.  After a few seconds I made up my mind.  I take his hand and walk him towards the woods, where the trees can offer us safety against the attacking weather.  He follows like a lost dog.  I leave him there for a second to get the blanket, then I throw it to the floor, making it just right.

I took his wet hand and held it in mine carefully as I sat us down on the mushy blanket,  better than the hard rock we were used to.  I was frustrated to say the least.  I was mad at his dad, who beat Daryl and did this to him.  Made him run alone, in the rain and dark, to the only safe place he knows. I was angry that I couldn't help him.  I was angry he wouldn't let me, and I was angry that I felt so damn emotional right now.  But my feelings must have shown because when I reached to touch his swollen cheek he flinched backwards, eyes shut.

I quickly retracted and held my hand to my chest.  “Oh Daryl...I’d never hurt you.”  Everything was frozen for a few breathless seconds.  His face scrunches up with agony and then he falls apart.  Laying his head on my chest he sobs.  Through his cries he tells me how scared he is.  But he didn’t have to tell me, he was trembling under my hands.  

“I’m here Daryl.  I’m not leaving.”  I repeat myself until he calms down.  My eyes burn with tears as I feel the lumps and welts on his skin, I keep my eyes on the water and try to think of when things will get better.  

We woke up to birds chirping away, not the sound of rain.  The sun peeked through the clouds and gave everything a blue shade to it, it must have been around 5 in the morning.  I was soaked through to the bone,and my mind took a moment to collect all the memories from last night.  My eyes pop open, searching for Daryl.  I didn’t have to look long.

Daryl was gazing at me with a soft smile on his face.  When our eyes met he dropped his and blushed a heavy red.  

“m’ sorry.”  He mumbled under his breath.  I grab his hand.

“It’s alright.  I don’t mind.”  I look around us, taking in how drastically the weather has changed, it pulls a chuckle from my lips.  The sound draws Daryl’s eyes back up to me, he chuckles too, although neither of us are sure why.  I sit up all the way and my hair tumbles into my eye.  

“Ouch.”  I gasp, trying to get it out of my eyes.  Embarrassment crawling up my neck at the thought of how bad I looked with my face scrunched up and my hands slapping at my face.  Daryl only smiled warmly, reaching a hand out he lightly replaced my own with his.  Within seconds my eyes felt better as his hand grazed my cheek, pulling the strand of hair behind my ear.  It was so simple, yet the very air around us shifted.  Emotions from last night, and a new sense of closeness engulfed us.  His hand cupping my cheek, his thumb tracing across my cheek bone, to my ear, and finally it pulls my lip out from beneath my teeth.  Every touch as soft as a feather.

His eyes were staring into mine, a sparkling blue I’ve never seen on him before.  It was quick, but noticeable when I glanced down at his pink lips.  I often dreamed about the way they could feel.  Were they soft?  Would they fit with mine?  He smiled, looking down at my lips and suddenly he was leaning in.  Everything was fading away, and as if on instinct our eyes fluttered shut.  Our lashes tickling one another.  

His lips were soft.  And I swear to god nothing would ever fit as perfectly as our lips together.  We moved in sync, our lips and emotions dancing with one another as we gave into our feelings.  Our bond.  My lips nearly kissed his teeth as his face spread out into the biggest smile I have ever seen.  He gave me no time to stare at his beauty before he dove down for another kiss.  Maybe we were too young.  Maybe this was a bad idea.  But I never felt those doubts with him before, and certainly not when he was kissing me like this.  Daryl was it for me, that much I was sure of.  If the eruptions of giddiness and calm were anything to go by, then it was that.

“You better take those lips off of her boy!”  The sound was shocking in the silence of the early morning, and the peace of our sweet moment.  We jumped back from one another to see Mr.Hendersons face bright red with rage. He was standing out on his porch in plain, navy pajamas.  A steaming cup of what I assume to be coffee in his hand as he stares at the two of us in shock and anger.  Without breaking eye contact his head shifts slightly to the side and he is yelling again.  “Sharron!  That Dixon boy is all over (Y/N)!  He’s poisoning our sweet girl!”  

Daryl was stiff at my side, I glance at him only to notice the familiar marks of shame on his expression, it was one he wore often.  But this time he wouldn’t meet my eyes.  I went to tell the Hendersons off when a soft call of my name came from the direction of Big Green.

“(Y/N)?  Honey!”  It was mother.  I could make out her figure, pulling her hands through a dress robe.  I was mortified to say the least.  My mother made me swear off of boys till I was 16.  Now she caught me kissing one with angry neighbors in the early morning, both of us soaking wet from the rain.  I stood up abruptly on shaky legs.

“Mom!”  I called, voice shaking and eyes watering as she put two and two together eyeing me up and down.  Before I could speak Mrs.Henderson came rushing out, hair in rollers.

“What!  (Y/N) did he force you!  Come here darling, I have a bath running.”  I take a step back from their direction, despite them being far away.  Both Daryl and I were speechless.  I knew my mom liked Daryl but what would she think now.  I shook me head fervently.

“N-no!  We wer-”

“Come back here (Y/N)!  We need to pack for tomorrow.  Thank you for your concern Sharron, but Daryl would never do such a thing.”  Mom said, I was beyond relieved.  

“You approve of this!  They’re too young!”  Mr.Henderson roared.  I was sure Cherry was going to hear and that’s the last thing I need.  

“No.” Mother set her glare on me, and I just about shriveled up under the heat of it.  “I don’t.”  Her word was final, I rushed across the lake into Big Green.  My hands were shaking as I wiped at my tears, face hot against my palms, lips still burning. Guilt sat like hot stones in my gut as I realized I never once looked back at Daryl.  To let him know it was okay.  The last thing he saw, was me running away.  Ashamed.

****End of Flashback****

The memory slightly shocked me, although it was never something I forgot, I never did look back on it often. I found it to be too painful.  But now, right now, here with him under the exact same set of circumstances, I’ve decided not to make the same mistake.  His words from last night echoed in my mind.  I left him too.  I refuse to leave him now.

“We can stay here together.”  I say softly, resting my hand on his forearm, he all but licked the plate clean.  He stares deep into my eyes, searching for any hints of uncertainty, or a joke.  He clears his throat and stares at the lake.  Nodding, he visibly relaxes.

“We’ll need to clean those sheets.”  He says.  My heart soars and I laugh.  

“Of course, no one is sleeping on those.  Rosie freaked when she saw me this morning.”  I laugh even harder, he chuckles eyeing me up and down.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell ya.  You never did look good in the mornings anyway though.”  He jokes, I lightly push at his shoulder, giggling.

“You’re one to talk, droolface.”  He swipes at the dry drool on his chin, reaching over he rubs it on me.  I run away from him into the cabin.  He puts the plate in a little sink and sits down on a chair inside, watching me strip the sheets off the bed. 

“I can help ya.”  He states, already getting up.

“Don’t.  You’re hurt now, treasure it because once you’re well I’ll have ya doing everything.  I hate chores.”  He scoffs under his breath, leaning back.

“Oh, I remember.  Miss princess.”  We both laugh, recalling all the times I’d have him do some of my chores that summer.  Folding laundry, and other things.  I told him it would give us more time together if we finished it together, but I’d leave him to it halfway through.  He never once complained.  It was in those times we had our deepest conversations, this time is no different.

“When did it start?”  He ask out of the blue.  I pretended not to understand, but I did.  My stomach dropped, I was just waiting for him to bring it up.  

“What?”  He takes a deep breath, as if it hurt him as much as it hurt me to even talk about it.  

“When did Carter...start hurting you?”  I take a deep breath, and fold the bloody sheets putting them off to the corner.  I take my time, sitting on the bed, getting comfortable, and then facing him.  Although I didn’t meet his eyes.  But my mothers words echoed in my head “What happened ain’t you’re fault.  You’ve been nothing but strong and deserving of love.  Don’t carry this shame with ya sweetheart.”  I meet his soft blue eyes.

“A year or two after us being together, three if you count being friends.  How do I just cut someone loose after that long?”  I take a shaky breath, he doesn’t speak, he knows I like to have my time.  “Love, it’s blinding sometimes.  A bruise here and there became a normal occurrence.  But so did apologies, and dinner dates, and promises that seemed more sincere than the last.  Months would go by where we were perfect, happy...then one wrong move on my part, or one bad day and...”  I didn’t even notice him come to sit next to me.  He grabbed my hand and kissed it.  A simple kiss at that, it gave me comfort, but the rest of my story will come another day.  Daryl could see it in my eyes, he gives my hand a squeeze and starts to talk himself.

“Home ain’t good for me.  I know it ain’t the same, but I know in some ways...it is.  I came ‘ere last night cause I didn’t feel safe nowhere but uh...”  His face blushes red and he clears his throat.  “Ya only ever been kind with me.”  I knew what he meant, I squeeze his hand.

“You feel like my safe place too, Daryl.”  His ears now turn a bright red and he gives me a small smile.  Nodding his head he awkwardly drops my hand.  

“Let’s get these clean, huh?”  Daryl says, picking up the sheets and carrying them outside, holding the door for me with his foot.  Hours later the sheets were clean and neatly laid.  Daryl and I talked for a while, reconnecting.  It felt nice being on fresh sheets, and starting fresh with Daryl.  For a while, everything was good.  But the next week would change everything.  Cherry’s news would drop a bomb in the small town by the lake, one that would leave it’s mark forever.

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[littlemisssquiggles]

You know this has been bothering me for a while now... How do you feel about people dropping the show? I mean, I'm currently not that close anymore and I am willing to give Volume 7 another chance (but I keep my expectations veeeery low since I am so tired of being disappointed like I was with Volume 6 - it started out good and I really much liked the two Apathy episodes, even though they had narrative weaknesses in my opinion), also thanks to you. I just want to know what you think about it.

Hello again Mizu! Firstly, let me apologize for taking so long to respond. I’mbacklogged on questions to answer in my inbox so I’m slowly working my waythrough them. Secondly pleased to hear you’ve decided to give the new season achance. 

To be honest with you fam, I honestly have nothing against folks who wish to drop RWBY. As I’vebeen telling you before, folks are entitled to feel the way they feel---be itgood, bad or indifferent. 

Basically what I’m saying is, I understand that everyone’s viewson RWBY aren’t the same and I respect that. I respect the fact that there arefolks who are genuinely loyal to the series and will continue to support it tothe very end, just as much as I acknowledge and respect the views of the folkswho are genuinely disappointed with the series or rather, they’re disappointedwith the direction in which the series has changed since V3---the last seasonits original creator---Monty worked on, I believe, before he sadly passed away.

When it comes to indulging in media, myideology stands as this: if you’ve come to a point where you’re watching apiece of media that you used to indulge in but the overall positivefeelings--- love, joy and entertainment--- you once felt for it when you firststarted is no longer there, then you’re more than welcome to drop it if you sodesire. 

Or you can take a break from it and come back later. Heck you can evendrop it but still remain a part of its FNDM, not necessarily following the showanymore but still enjoying other things like fanart and fanfic. No one is atfault for wishing to stop watching a series they once loved nor are they atfault for wanting to leave it/ take break from it only to come back later. Youdo you, dude.

In terms of RWBY, I’m half and half. Iunderstand why folks would wish to continue to watch the series; but at thesame time, I understand why folks would wish to drop it. The series, whilestill entertaining and enjoyable in some parts (at least to me) has admittedly madesome rather questionable choices in regards to certain aspects of the writing within therecent last arc. 

Questionable choices which unfortunately left a lot of fansdisappointed. As a matter of fact, I think disappointed is an understatement.But like I said before, folks are entitled to feel the way they feel andthey’re allowed to express their feelings, thoughts and opinion if they feelthe need.

Where I may take issue with folks whodrop RWBY, however, is if they turn into one of those kindred spirits over inthe RWBY Hatedom. RWBY is the one series I know where it has a community of people who dislike the show as much as the ones who love it. And they’ve very vocal about it too. 

It’s perfectly cool if you feeldissatisfied with the way things are being done with RWBY but where that becomes problematic, in my opinion, is when it turns to bitterness which then leadsto you attacking people and downright disrespecting them. This is inclusive of notjust the fans who still support RWBY but also the members of theCRWBY.

I get that people didn’t like the waythings were done with the show but that still doesn’t give you the right todisrespect the people working on it. One habit that I’m tired of seeing from theHatedom is their incessant use of throwing Monty’s name around as a means toridicule the current state of the show. 

Regardless of whether or not you don’tlike the way the showrunners have written the show, you still have to show themsome level of respect. And continuing to use the name of the show’s deceasedcreator to scrutinize the efforts of the same people---some of which wereMonty’s friends and original colleagues---is just beyond disrespectful.

If I may talk about Monty here for abit, it honestly disgusts me whenever I go into forums discussing fan reviewsof RWBY and still see people leaving comments such as “Monty wouldn’t have liked this” or “You’veruined Monty’s vision”  and all that jazz.

Seriously, how entitled of a fan must you be to act as if you knew Monty personally enough toimply that he wouldn’t have liked the way RWBY is now?

Who do you think will have the moral high ground in this predicament of deciding how RWBY should continue? The people whopersonally knew and worked with Monty when RWBY first started and are doing thebest they can to keep the show running? Or the so-called fans who continue towatch the series just to mock the efforts of Monty’s former friends and colleagueswhile constantly throwing his name in their faces as an insult.

You tell me.

What happened to Monty was sad and I’mmostly saying that as a longstanding fan of his. Like many RWBY fans, I didn’tknow Monty personally. I knew him mostly through his work. Monty was a creatorwho got an opportunity that most of us creatives with our our stories to tell couldonly dream of. He got a chance to bring his story to life only to unfortunatelypassed away while working on it.

It’s one thing to be disappointed withsomething you used to love but it’s another thing when your anger andresentment makes you disrespectful. It’s not cool when former fans of RWBY become people whoconstantly look for ways to talk down the show. I can sympathize with the FNDMfam members who were upset with the development of the show but where Ican’t take your side is if that dissatification leads to contempt.

I’ve said this before and I’m going torepeat it again. RWBY isNOT a flawless show. It never has been and quite frankly,it’ll probably never be as perfect as fans want it to be. But what I havelearnt is that RWBY is a show that’s much like the man who created it. It keepsmoving forward. Each season it tries to do better than the last and it shows.

I know certain parts have not been sogreat but I have to acknowledge the ones that were. I know some of usweren’t 100% pleased with how V6 turned. However, I will say this. Prior tothat season, the Writers promised that they were looking into some of the criticismsleft behind from past seasons and were working to fix him. Did they live up tothat? To quote Ozpin, in some ways yes and in other ways, no.

V6 still unfortunately suffered fromthe same issues with the writing that fans disliked back in V5. But what I willpoint out that it didn’t start off that way. I think we can all admit that thefirst half of V6 (C1 to C7) was done well. The other half….....er....not so much. Butit’s still worth noting that there is good within the bad.

This is why I personally will keepgiving the series a chance. Speaking for myself here, I’ve been on the RWBY train since thevery beginning and sink or swim, soar or crash, I’m staying on-board till thisseries reaches its final destination. Because outside of that fact that thereare still things about the show that I enjoy and love, I’m also very, verycurious to see where exactly the CRWBY Writers are taking this story of theirs.

Monty may not have been able to joinMiles and Kerry in progressing the show he made; however Miles and Kerry arecontinuing it. They are telling theirstory now in direct correlation to the onethey kicked off with Monty. 

What that story is overall? How is it gonna go for future seasons and arcs andmore importantly, how is it all gonna end? Those are questions with answers I’mstill interested to know. And until the day comes when I no longer care aboutthese things with RWBY, I’m gonna stick around and try my best to enjoy the ride alongthe way---whether it cruises calmly or runs over a couple of rough patches andbumps. It’s fine. I’ve got plenty of tolerance. 

I see a lot of potential for betterwriting in RWBY. I’m just patiently waiting for the season where the Writersfinally find their groove since I think they were struggling during the MistralTrilogy. RWBY isn’t perfect but it’s a show with folks who admittedly do theirbest to improve on it as the seasons go. 

They may not land every time but theeffort is still worth appreciating in some sense-- well at least I know appreciate it especially when they get things right cause, contrary to what othersmight believe, not everything about RWBY is completely bad. As a matter offact, some of it is arguably not as bad as folks let it out to be. But I understand that’s amatter of opinion. Can’t honestly speak for other FNDM members. Only my squiggly self here.

Now mind you, none of the stuff I’vementioned about the RWBY Hatedom applies to you Mizu. I know we’ve only chatted once or twice between Q&A but forthe most part, you’ve been quite humble and a pleasant person to talk to. 

Despite your voiced issues with the current run of RWBY, you’vemaintained a cool, respectable air about yourself and that’s great. Please keep that up. Regardless of what happens during V7. Regardless of whether youchoose to stay or go with RWBY during or after V7, do your best to remain as humble as you as much as possible. That’s basically the bottom line point I’m trying to say here.That goes for you and anyone else who’ve been feeling the same way you haveabout the show.

Just stay humble guys. Opinions can be different but still maintain that R-E-S-P-E-C-T and that goes for both sides.

And, yeah, that’s pretty all I gottasay. I hope I actually answered your question. I feel like I did. As always,feel free to let me know. In the meantime, take care.

~LittleMissSquiggles(2019)

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[jennifersylvesters]

58 + 75 with Tom Holland xx

oof. i see you, anonny. 👀👀 but in the words of michael scott:

aka i’m writing two different types of versions of how i would combine this because i’m what you call a “dumbass”. also because i’m feeling a bit lazier, it’s mostly going to be bullet points

58. accidental eavesdropping / 75. bed sharing 

version one!!!

so there’s this big business convention that you flew into town for and it’s the first time your job has ever entrusted you with this responsibility.

it’s not a lot of work tbh. it’s more like schmoozing around with clients / discussing trade relations / working out corporate relationships with other companies to help expand and such

but seeing as you’ve never done this before, you’re a bit nervous. it’s totally exciting too because other co-workers were so jealous that you got picked for the opportunity

so you get to the hotel the day before the convention - your job has paid for the hotel and comping your meals, which is awesome. it’s a bit on the smaller side for hotels, but it’s still got a ritzy feel to it.

you’re checking in and they hand you the room keys. when you get to the room, you’re smiling brightly because the room is so cute!! you’re tossing your bag onto the bed, trying to figure out how to prepare for tomorrow

when you turn around, you shriek seeing a shirtless guy with a towel around his lower half coming out of the bathroom. he yelps in surprise and falls back because he also wasn’t expecting you either.

“get out of my room!!” “this is my room!! you get out!!”

so when he finally puts on some pants and a shirt, the two of you go down to the concierge.

they drop the news that unfortunately they’ve accidentally booked both of you for the same room. ohwhatthehell

you ask if there’s any other rooms available but they’re all booked up that week because of the convention and a couple other big events happening 

the stranger’s got them calling around checking the other hotels in the area but they’re all booked up too. 

anyways they’re comping you with room service if you choose to stay

“well, i need this room because i have important business” “so do i!”

so you’re forced to share a room and bedroom with a stranger

neither of you want to talk to one another after that, but you have to discuss sleeping arrangements

and of course neither of you want to take the floor so you have to share the bed - both of you scooting on opposite ends obviously uncomfortable sharing a bed with a stranger

and that’s when you guys hear it - there’s loud moaning coming from the room next door. both of you can hear the bed squeaking, and how someone’s moaning out a name. god, you wish you didn’t have to experience this uncomfortable moment with a complete stranger

both of you are struggling to fall asleep, refusing to look at one another. it’s a wonder how you ever fall asleep with these conditions

only good part is that when you wake up, the stranger’s already gone. the last thing you wanted to worry about was figuring out bathroom arrangements with some random guy you don’t know in the slightest. so you get ready to head out

you get to the convention and things seem to progress fairly smoothly. executives are ushering you around, introducing you to clients and some important faces that you need to be aware of. during one of the introductions, they tell you how they want to have you meet the representative for one of the companies your business deals with frequently

so they’re bringing you to the representative and they’re like “this is thomas.” the guy turns around and you realize it’s your stranger

tom accidentally drops his drink, the contents splattering all over the ground. “easy, thomas! what’s going on?” he stares at you before gulping “um, it’s nothing. clumsy this morning, i guess.”

the two of you pretend that you’ve never met. and because your companies are thinking about potentially merging, you and tom have to spend a lot of time together during this convention. for the most part you guys are just civil with one another, neither trying to give away that you’re sleeping with that person tonight. and it’s not even in a sexual way either. 

when you both get back to the hotel, you tease him. “so smooth of you today, mr. holland” he’s rolling his eyes at your dumb jokes. 

you guys end up making small talk, discussing how the two of you got into your jobs. for some reason it’s nice talking with him. 

but evening comes and it’s back to being awkward because your neighbors are getting down ‘n dirty in the next room. god, you wish they would be considerate to the neighbors and not themselves

the conference the next day goes well. even though you don’t walk to the center together, you’re getting along a lot better. during some meetings, the two of you pass notes to one another about silly things

at night time, you refuse to deal with the uncomfortable sounds that you’re forced to eavesdrop on. so you suggest that the two of you order room service and turn on the television to block out the sound. it turns out to be a good idea, and the both of you make fun of some cheesy movie while digging into desserts

there’s something about not wanting to listen to people having sex that brings other people together

the next morning you wake up sleeping on tom’s arm, his head resting on yours. honestly, you’re not mad about it. but at the same time, you don’t know how he feels about that so you shuffle so that when he wakes up the two of you have enough space between

the two of you have gotten to know each other a lot better in such a short amount of time. the last night the two of you are just laughing and cracking jokes - and even though the hotel royally screwed up, you’re enjoying your time with tom. because, well, you like tom. he’s cute, dorky, makes the dumbest jokes, and is just so sweet. 

you’re enjoying it so much that you hear a couple bangs on your wall when the both of you keep laughing too hard. you both giggle about how you’re keeping them up now, and it’s not even because of anything raunchy. this time you actually fall asleep to peace and quiet; somehow the two of you end up sleeping closer together

the next day both of you share a cab back to the airport together since you both have flights out 

and seeing as tom’s flight doesn’t leave till later, he decides to hang out in your area of the airport till your plane takes off

the two of you are talking to one another till they announce boarding

”I guess this is it” you announce, tossing your bag over your shoulder as you stand up. 

Tom nods standing up as well.”Guess it is.”

The two of you politely smile, words threatening to spill from the tip of your tongue. 

“Well, I have your number” 

He nods again, smiling at your comment. “Thats true.”

You hear them announce that they’re boarding business class and you breath in deeply. It was time for you to leave. “That’s um, that’s me” you thumb over to the line, which begins building. “Text me a picture of Tessa?”

“Will do. Send me that recipe for the supposed ‘best brownies in the world’?”

You laugh. “Definitely.”

You board your flight, giving him one last wave as you begin boarding. You can’t help but think it’s a shame that you won’t really see Tom again. He’ll be long gone in London while you’ll be back home. 

Meanwhile Tom strolls down to his terminal gate smiling to himself. He didn’t tell you about how that morning his boss emailed him about relocating. Tom conveniently forgot to mention how he’s been assigned to help with the merger for your company and his. 

So it turns out this isn’t the last you’ll see of Tom Holland. 

version two!!!(mother. fucking. fake. dating. trope.)

so you and tom are mutual friends of friends

basically you happen to run in the same friend group and you’ve got one another added on facebook (but honestly - who doesn’t??) the two of you do not have one another’s phone numbers / actually hang out actively. sometimes you’ll buy drinks for one another at the bar, but that’s not really a big deal

but he’s a nice enough guy that you know about. your friend always keeps you filled in about drama and sometimes he gets involved in it. nothing problematic - just usually getting caught in the crossfire’

anyways you run into him on the street and just briefly star making small talk 

this group of guys yell out tom’s name and both of you turn. they come over and start talking to him. they dress like posh frat boys who do the whole “my opinion is always right. and if you say i’m wrong, my dad will sue you” vibe. which you find a little strange that tom just happens to know these guys since most of the friends that you know of are pretty relax and down to earth

“tommy, this your girlfriend/boyfriend?” one of them points out. you don’t like the way he said that, waiting for tom to tell him no. “haha, uh, yeah”

you’re like !!!! because what even? but you choose to keep mum

they invite him to their upcoming gathering and are like “ya, you can come along too” gee - how generous

once they leave, tom apologizes like crazy. it’s a little annoying, but you can tell he just didn’t want to look uncool in front of that group. you don’t like it, but you get it. so you let it slide. and you’re like “you know i’m not coming to that thing, right?” he’s like “…okay” like some kicked puppy

but later when you’re shopping around, you spot those guys from before. they’re talking about tom, how he was such a pushover and how he’s still a pushover. “can’t believe “tiny tommy got a girlfriend/boyfriend.” “can’t imagine him growing a pair of balls in the first place” they’re laughing like crazy, and it really bugs you. and you know it’s a bad idea, but you decide to message him and say that you’ll go along with the plan of being his significant other

and honestly it’s a free vacay out to this dude’s lake house area so what have you got to lose?

it turns out the place is really beautiful and serene

except all of the guys tom used to hang out with are so fucking annoying

tom’s going along with their dumb ideas that are trash like getting pushed into the lake or eating some random piece of bark from the tree. and you’re rolling your eyes at the sheer stupidity of it all, but tom just goes along with it like it’s normal

you end up talking to one of the girlfriends’ of one of the guys in the group. and it turns out that she used to know tom back in the day. she admits that it’s always been this way and that they take advantage of him. she says that she feel bad for tom, but it’s always been like that

anyways, you find yourself making up excuses for tom to hang out with him but more importantly so that he’s not interacting with those idiots. and in turn, you’re actually having a pretty good time with tom. turns out he’s a good listener and cracks some pretty funny jokes. 

though you get irritated when night comes because then you’re forced to share a bed with him because they think you’re dating. tom offers to take the floor but you don’t wanna do him dirty like that. so the two of you share the bed, trying your best not to let it get awkward

the more time you spend with tom, the more you like him cause he’s so great but it’s so frustrating watching him slump around when he hangs out with that group. he’s obviously not being appreciated, just being taken advantage for their own amusement

so you decide to tell him that night. except he doesn’t wanna hear any of it. but you’re persistent that he needs to stick up for himself resulting in the two of you fighting

“You just have to take charge of your life, Tom. It’s as simple as that” you argue.

“You make it sound so easy, Y/N!” he whisper-shouts, afraid that someone might hear him. Despite this, you don’t care about the volume of your voice. 

“That’s because it is, Tom. It’s so simple!’

“It really isn’t” he sighs, turning away from you.

the next day the both of you apologize. he says he’s sorry for getting so upset while you apologize for letting your temper get the best of you. still, you tell him that you won’t apologize for what you said, pointing out that he’s better than all those guys.

anyways you guys begin hanging out more and more, lowkey sticking up for him whenever any of the guys say anything rude about him. and while it’s still awkward sleeping together, the two of you are softening up to one another. instead of sleeping at the edge of the bed, you guys are moving closer to the center. you don’t mind when his leg accidentally crosses yours and he doesn’t hold it against you when your arm rolls onto his chest. in fact, he actually thinks it’s cute. he tells you and you can’t help but get red in the face at that

last day of the trip and they’re being jerks to tom again and you’ve had enough

“You know what? You guys suck” you declare, glaring at the group of boys. Toms eyes widen as he frantically glances from you to them to back to you. “You guys are garbage. Actual garbage.” One of the boys begins booing you and they all jump in.

You scowl, tossing your napkin to the ground. “Don’t boo me! Boo yourselves! Boo!” you yell as the continue booing you. “The only reason I’m here is because of Tommy. He’s twice the man that you guys are! You guys are just assholes who haven’t balded yet.” It’s not much of an insult, but your frustration’s clouded your quick wit. 

“Tommy, get your girl/boy in check!” one of them snaps. You’re about to snap his neck as Tom gets out of his seat. 

Tom looks at you, and you wonder if he even can say the words he wants to say. Maybe not. You sigh, wishing he’d be confident in himself. “I’m sorry” he apologizes, and you shrug. Obviously he’s going to side with them. You should’ve known. “I should have done this sooner.”

He turns to the group of guys, taking a deep breath. “Fuck you. Fuck all of you.” All of his former friends are caught off guard. Little, compliant Tom finally stood up for himself. In his last act of defiance, he raises both of his middle fingers at them. 

He doesn’t wait for their response. Tom takes his hand in yours, and you’re in awe of him. The two of you quickly exit. You’re in such awe of him, proud that he can now let that weight lift off his chest. 

“Tom, that was amazing! That was incredible! Fina-” You’re cut off when Tom kisses you. He’s got his eyes closed as yours widen. He’s not a half bad kisser that you relax into the kiss, letting your eyes shut. You only open them when he pulls away. 

“Take charge, right?” he asks, nervously looking at you.

“Yeah. Take charge, Tommy.” He grins, leaning in to kiss you again. 

#Anonymous #my writing #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fic #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland drabble #tom holland blurb #sorry it took so long for the anon who requested this! #i'm also not gonna proofread this i'm sorry

[jessefandomunited]

Betty Davis eyes ( Billy fanfiction)

It had been two months since me and Gemma broke up. Everything she said in the beginning of the relationship , about how problematic the age difference was, didn’t hit me till I was in it. Sure the start was fun when no one knew and we were just in the puppy love stage, but as it continued, a lot of problems presented themselves making me realized , I had made a mistake. I still loved her, however, I just couldn’t do it. She understood and we went our separate ways. Alfie was over the moon about it and had been taking me from bar to bar trying to find a girl. I hardened, I got more cynical, I decided that I’d never find love again. That was, until I met her.

“ Come on man this is going to be great,” Alfie pushed me into a pub called the Worlds End. I didn’t want to go, but it beat sitting alone in my flat, my mind always wandered back to Gemma and I couldn’t think about her anymore, I had to move on. “ So there is this girl who sings her with her friends, shes gorgeous, sandy blond hair , huuuuuugggee tits man,” He raved . I rolled my eyes and watched the stage. While I didn’t see anyone blond, there was a short girl up there busying herself with setting up. She had shoulder length black hair which was partially pulled up into a pony tail. She was wearing very little makeup, the thing that stood out the most was her maroon lipstick. She had a crop top on that read “ I’m not short I’m a hobbit” written across it  and these high wasted red shorts that shone. Then she looked up and I saw her eyes. They were this piercing blue that just froze me to the spot. She was beautiful. “ Who’s that then,” I asked Alfie , who was still chatting away about nothing important. He looked over and groaned, “ oh no, she’s on again, she hates me.” I chuckled, “ not surprising, most girls hate you.” “ harsh,” Alfie said, “ but I’m serious, she’s sneaky man, don’t trust her.” I looked back at her and noticed that she was looking right at us, as if she heard us talking about her. I stiffened and watched as she recognized Alfie  and rolled her eyes, stomping away.  Great, now I was affiliated with him. A few minuets later her and two other girls climbed on stage. “ Hello everyone,” The main girl I saw before announced in an American accent which caught me off guard, “ We are the furies, this is Marisa, and Megan.” She said gesturing to one with long black hair who was behind the piano and one with spiky brown hair who was behind the drums. “ And I’m Moxie,” She said smiling lightly, “ and tonight were bringing you covers of 80’s hits as well as a mix of modern music, we’ll have a break halfway through so you can request all your favorite songs then if we don’t hit them in the first half. Enjoy.” With that she counted off and they started into the song Africa. “ Ugg I’m going to get another beer,” Alfie complained as he stumbled off. I didn’t even noticed, I was entranced.

I happily watched them. They were all very talented but Moxie was an interesting person. For being the main singer, she started off very shy, moving very little around the stage and staring at the ceiling. But as the night wore on she got bolder. She changed from light swaying , to dancing like she was home alone in her room. She had this duality about her that made me interested, I had to talk to her.

The break came up soon enough and she reminded everyone again that they’d be off to the side taking request. “ I’ll be right back,” I said walking straight over to them. There was a guy before me who was very poorly trying to flirt with her, but she looked like she was taking it well. “ No to the drink, I get free ones for preforming, however I’ll add your song to our list,” She said with a genuine smile then began looking through a folder of sheet music. I didn’t know how to approach her , I felt a bit awkward and as I neared , she didn’t even look up. Finally her friend spotted me and kicked her chair a little too roughly and snapped, “ FOX, GUY!” She jumped up and spun around, “ sorry about that, not many request tonight so I’m trying to fill the slots myself.” I felt my cheeks flushed  which annoyed me, usually I was the one making people blush, not the other way around. I finally found my voice, “ I just wanted to compliment you guys on how good you are.” Her eyes lit up , “ ahhhh an irish boy aye, what you doing so far from home?” “ My…friend brought me,” I said gesturing to Alfie. She followed my gestured and glared, “ oh…friend of Alfie are you? Alright , lets get this over with, what’s the message?” I was extremely confused, “excuse me?” She rubbed her neck and grumbled, “ he always send someone, someone to give me some kind of crude message, so what is it?” “ Nothing, I don’t even think he knew I came up to talk to you, honest, sorry about him,” I quickly added on the end, I had to at least get a good conversation out of her, I couldn’t have this end before I found out what that spark was. She looked a bit embarrassed and sighed, “ I’m sorry..what was you name?” I stuck out my hand, “ Billy.” She smiled and shook it , “ brilliant name, sorry about all that, you get a lot of weirdos working in pubs.” I laughed weakly, “ I can imagine.”  “ So any song you’d like to hear,” She asked. My mind went blank, the only songs I could think of was ones she had already sung. Finally I just said, “ pick..pick one that you’d think I’d like.” She considered this for a moment, then a sly smiled creeped across her face, “ no problemo.” I smiled and slowly walked back to my seat. Alfie had another beer waiting for me.

#Robert Sheehan #me and mrs jones #billy

[kgyeomiex]

Just For A Little Bit

“It’s true that we don’t know what we’ve got until we lose it, but it’s also true that we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives”

Summary: That night was just suppose to be nothing but careless fun, but after drinking shot after shot that night was your first time having a one-night stand. What did you have to worry about? 99% of the time you never see the person you sleep with again… right? WRONG. What will happen when your past comes back to life to haunt you again?

Parts of the story:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11

Masterlist

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“I’m sorry! Happy?” You questioned and Bobby suddenly begins to laugh.

Again what’s so funny? You didn’t seem to crack any type of joke once so ever.

“It’s okay... I mean there is nothing to apologize for.”

“Yes, there is, I was so rude back in the car and I just… I just wanted to avoid the topic of us every discussing our one night stand..” You blurted out truthfully.

Bobby looked up at you and smiled.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that topic made your uncomf-”

You quickly cut Bobby off.

“It’s not that it makes me uncomfortable... It’s just…”

“It’s just what?” Bobby asks looking at you and you sighed. Truth was… You were scared to talk to Bobby after that day. You were scared that he was probably going to look at you as a person of low standard. Someone who was easy.

Bobby was extremely attractive and it would be a shame to reject him but you had worries about him looking down on you, you thought it would be best to just dodge him.

“I mean.. We slept together and that was that… I mean there isn’t much to talk about I guess.” You mumbled and Bobby looks downs and says something that leaves you in complete shock.

“If you didn’t leave that day… Wouldn’t you think you would have been with me instead of Mino..”

~

Where was this all coming from? Just for a second, you thought this conversation can be a calm meaningless conversation, but the opposite of that happened.

“Bobby..”

“I know I shouldn’t have asked that..” Bobby chuckled while looking down. You noticed the way he smiles. His eyes are squinted and his teeth showed. He slowly raised up his head and looked at you into your eyes.

“But I’m just curious..”

To be honest you had no idea what would’ve happened if you would have stayed that morning… Probably the two of you would have an awkward morning. You getting out of bed to get dress while Bobby watches you then leave his apartment…

Or maybe... This whole thing would’ve of been different... Maybe the two of you would have started to talk and could have had the chance to get to know each other.. And who knows… maybe you two would have been a couple instead of Mino and you. You would have never met Mino.. everything would have been different...

“Y/N,”

You shook the thoughts out of your head and looked at Bobby.

“Look, I don’t know what to say… Maybe we didn’t have a chance to talk that night because it was a sign… Maybe the two of us are just meant to be friends..”

Bobby remained quiet and nodded his head.

“Maybe you’re right… If we were supposed to be with each other… we would’ve been together by now..” Bobby admitted as you nodded your head and got up.

“Well, we should maybe get back inside... I’m sure people must be looking for us.”

Bobby stood up as well, but he stopped and stares at you. You could feel the way his gaze on you, but you were just trying to avoid his glare. Also to try to avoid the awkward tension between the two of you.

“You can go ahead… I’ll be there in a few.” Bobby says.

As you were heading towards the door you couldn’t help but look at him one last time before heading back inside.

You didn’t know whether you made Bobby feel some type of way or not, but you couldn’t worry about him.. You should be worried about Mino instead.

~

The party continued to go on. From afar you looked towards Mino and just by glancing him you could tell he was drunk. He was with his friend which of course you didn’t seem to mind, but off of his face, you could see he was definitely drunk.

You sat on a nearby chair just continued to watch Mino from a distance.  

How the hell were you going to take Mino back home? Wait how were you going to go home? You looked around the room to find Bobby and there you laid eyes on him. You could see that he is pretty wasted... Well, this is just great.

Bobby and Mino were right next to each other side by side having a blast and laughing hysterically about god knows what. Ah, you should probably go over there and try to take Mino back to his dorm...

You lifted yourself off the chair and slowly approached Mino and his groups of friends thinking about what the hell you were going to say. You wanted to tell Mino to go home, but what if he feels like you’re babying him? What the hell do you do?!

At last you were in front of the boys, but they didn’t seem to notice you, instead, they all continue to talk among themselves.

“Mino… I’m tired… maybe we should head home.” you blurted out and all eyes were on you in the group except for one person.

“Babe,” Mino slurred as he approached you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and all you could do was stare at him.

 “Please?” You whispered and he sighed and looked down.

“Fine…. But can Bobby come with? He’s pretty wasted too.”

Bobby looked at Mino and burst of laughter.

“Not as wasted as you.” Bobby teases Mino and the two began to laugh.

How was this going to work? How were you suppose to take two drunk boys back to their dorms? You for sure weren’t going to leave Mino alone, but you couldn’t abandon Bobby either. Maybe you could bring them back to your apartment... You didn’t even know where Bobby’s dorm was and you couldn’t just drop off Mino and bring Bobby back with you... That would just be wrong...

You pulled out your phone to call for a taxi driver. As you had that set, you wrapped Mino’s arm around your shoulder and looked over at Bobby. You then got a hold of his arm and tried to pull the two out of the bar area and outside to sober up a bit. Probably won’t help but if they drink anymore, you’ll be having to carry the two of them on your shoulders as if they were your children...

“Babe….” You could hear Mino slurring and you continued to drag him out of the party.

“What?”

“You know I love you right?” You couldn’t help but smile. Although you knew Mino was drunk he meant it.

“I love you too.” You responded back and Mino became a smiling mess. You glanced at Bobby. You noticed how quiet he was, but you were glad he wasn’t saying stupid things he will regret later...

~

Dragging Bobby and Mino upstairs to your apartment was the hardest task of your life. You had to basically make Bobby sit one of the stair steps while you grabbed Mino and helped up the stairs first. It was hard trying to keep Mino stable, you felt as if he was going to make you fall and drag you down the stairs along with him. Aish why did you let him get to this drunk?

As you reached up the flight of stairs, you had Mino with his arm around your shoulder leaning all his weight on you. Your hands went inside your purse to try to find your keys as fast as possible. As you finally found them, you quickly unlocked your apartment door and went straight to your bedroom.

Step by step you finally arrived at your bedroom and you lightly let Mino lay on your bed. He tried to grab a hold of your hand to pull you down with him, but you had to get Bobby who was patiently waiting downstairs.

“Babbeee.” Mino slurs grabbing your hand.

“Not now, I have to go get your drunk friend.” You said referring to Bobby and Mino sighs and pouts like a four-year-old.

“I’ll be back I promise.” With that being said you left out of the bedroom and made your way back downstairs to where you were hoping to find Bobby.

That’s exactly where you found him but you also saw Bobby getting scolded at. Oh no, what did he possibly do while you were gone? You ran down the stairs and at last caught up and interrupted Bobby and the woman screaming at Bobby.

“What’s up?” You interrupted and the woman looked at you with angry eyes.

“Tell your boyfriend to keep it down! I’m trying to put my baby to sleep and all I hear is someone singing horribly out in the halls.”

Wait did she just call Bobby your boyfriend? You were going to quickly correct her but what was the point? All you had to do was apologize to her to get her to shut up and bring Bobby’s drunk ass upstairs to your apartment away from this little problem he just made.

“You’re just jealous because you can’t sing like me,” Bobby says and your eyes widen. The woman looked like she was growing more in rage than she already was.

“Bobby!”

“What! She s-” You covered his mouth before he could say anything else and you looked at the lady. She crossed her arms and continued to stare the two of you down... Ah, this boy is problematic when he’s drunk.

“I am so sorry to disturb your peace. I assure you that this will never happen.” You apologized to the random lady. You got a hold of Bobby and dragged up the stairs one by one.

“Mm, where is Mino?” You could hear Bobby mumble but instead of responding back you remained quiet till the two of you reached your front door.

“Where am I?” Bobby continued to ask questions and you looked at him.

“Look you’re drunk, I’m not going to let you go home alone like this so, you’re going to stay at my apartment for the night.” You explained to Bobby and he didn’t seem to answer, he just shrugged and remained quiet. You pulled out your keys as you continued to hold Bobby. His arm is wrapped around your shoulder. You finally manage to open the door.

You continue to drag Bobby into your apartment and with one of your legs you kicked the front door close. You dragged Bobby towards the couch. At last, you arrived and just as you were about to set Bobby down, without even trying Bobby slightly dragged your body down along with him and you were now on top of him and Bobby looked up at you.

Shit, this is not good.

“Oh… uh sorry.” You awkwardly blurted out and you tried to get off of him but instead, he wrapped his arm around your waist and you couldn’t get up at this point on. You were still staring at Bobby and your face was inches away from his.

“Bobby…” You slightly whispered not sure whether you were asking him either to lean in or to let you go but whatever it was your mind just went completely blank. This was so wrong. It was wrong to even want Bobby to kiss you but you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach... You felt your heart beating out of your chest...

“Y/N..” Bobby says as he caresses your face and all you could was just stare at him and stare down at his lips.

“Let me know if you want me to stop,” Bobby whispers as he slowly leans closer and closer to your lips and to be honest you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted to keep going. You wanted to feel his lips against yours but as soon as your lips almost touched you slowly backed up and looked at him.

“But what about Mino?” You couldn’t help but blurt out and Bobby says his last words before his lips touch yours.

“It will be our little secret.”

After that being said his lips, at last, touched yours and you closed your eyes and felt something different. The way you feel when you kiss Mino is different from Bobby, you didn’t know how exactly how to describe it but kissing Bobby felt like the both of you had electricity flowing between the two of you. It such an indescribable feeling you just couldn’t seem to get enough with the feeling of his lips touching yours. His lips and yours moved in sync and you couldn’t help but to deepen the kiss instead of ending it.

But you felt Bobby smiling throughout the kiss. You suddenly snapped back to reality and pulled away and stared at Bobby in complete shock.

What did you just do?

You brought your fingers to your lips and Bobby was just staring at you with no regret on his face. You just cheated on Mino! You cheated on him while he was in the room right next to the two of you! What the hell?!

“Y/N..”

“Bobby… We shouldn’t have done that.” You blurted out feeling like a terrible person and Bobby sighs and looks completely frustrated how this situation was turning out.

If Bobby thought kissing you was going to change anything, he lost his mind… Bobby was supposed to be a one night stand and you weren't supposed to see him after that. Mino entered your life and he actually put the effort in getting to know you.

Agh you’re only making this situation harder than it should be...

You lifted yourself off of Bobby and without saying another word, you walked over to your bathroom, closed the door and leaned against the door feeling your heart racing faster than it was before. How the hell were you supposed to look at Mino now without feeling so guilty? Mino doesn’t deserve this… Should you tell Mino about the kiss? Or should you just keep it a secret?

You brushed your fingers through your hair, closed your eyes and sighed. It’s better if you keep this to yourself and just never do a silly mistake like that again. Although Bobby’s lips are soft and the moment the two of you connect lips with each other… it takes you to a place you never experienced in your life.. It was wrong… You slowly approached your fingers to your lips and for some reason could still remember that tingling you felt a little while ago...

Just ignore it, it must be nothing... It’s just all in your head.

~

You opened your eyes and you felt an arm wrapped around your waist. You looked to your left and see Mino sound asleep. You couldn’t help but smile and approach your fingers to his cheeks and noticed how peaceful he looked sound asleep. You were going to approach your lips to his but as soon as you were extremely close, you noticed Mino’s eyes fly open and a huge smile spread across his face. Damn you got caught without even having the chance to kiss him.

“Good Morning to you too beautiful,” Mino says before he leans in and his lips touches yours. You smiled.

“Someone woke up in a good mood after drinking so much last night.” You said as you lifted yourself up from the bed, Mino being the man full of surprises he grabs a hold of your hand and pulls you back into bed. Now you were laying down right beside him and a huge grin spreads across his face. He hides his face in the crack of your neck and you could feel him leave a small trail of kisses.

“Babe, you know Bobby is passed out in the living room,” You reminded Mino. He stops and sighs.

“To be continued?” Mino asked and you slightly nodded your head with a huge grin on your face. The two of you pulled each other into one last kiss until you were now up ready to see what this day consist of.

You walked out of your bedroom and tipped toe your way to the living room finding Bobby still asleep. You quietly tried to walk over to the coffee table in the middle of the living room reaching for your phone till the next thing you know you being the klutz you are, you tripped over Bobby sneakers and you fell right on top of Bobby. SHIT!

You tried to slowly pick yourself off of Bobby without waking him up, but the next thing you know you see him looking right at you. The memory of Bobby kissing you last night suddenly began to replay in your mind and you froze staring right back at him.

“Y/N I-”

You looked to your right and there you see Mino standing there staring at the two of you. You quickly got off of Bobby and stared at Mino.

“What’s going on?” Mino asks looking angry and you felt your heart beating out of your chest.

SHIT!

~

To be Continued

#Bobby #Bobby imagine #Bobby imagines #Bobby series #bobby scenarios #Bobby smuts #Bobby x reader #Bobby x you #Bobby ff #Bobby fanfic #Bobby ikon #Kim jiwon #kim jinwon ikon #Jinwon ikon #Mino #mino winner #mobb #bobby and mino #ikon #ikon imagine #ikon imagines #ikon series #ikon scenarios #ikon smuts #ikon x reader #ikon x you #ikon ff #ikon fanfic #winner imagines #kpop

[sebbybooks]

Wildflowers (PT2)

Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction Warnings: Smut, Language 💐Tagged for updates 💐 @aesthetic-bbygoats @sleepdeprivedchildren @ophcelia @mjuikoli @learisa @seargantbcky @deanmonslittleangel @bunchofandoms @buckyappreciationsociety @multifandomluv7 @crystallimythium Why must all nightmares insist on starting like this? An overwhelming feeling that causes the sound of your heartbeat to be heard so strongly between your ears. It steals your breath away, leaving your tongue and throat to go completely dry. Like your entire mouth is suddenly filled with cotton. I wonder why there is never ever an option that allows you to turn around and go back to a safer place? Once whatever wicked thing locks eyes on you, you are his for the taking then when it's over you wake up. Though unfortunately for me the bad dream I was living in was unfeignedly real. Sebastian and I looked at each other like we were trapped in a stop motion film. Our movements came in fragments due to the sudden shock of seeing each other again for the first time since we parted ways. Sebastian, with his arm now firmly draped behind my sister's lower body finally greeted me. "Nice to meet you." He pursed his lips trying his best to obviously fake a smile. We were apparently playing the role of strangers. A bit that he did with ease. The brief window I had to think of a quick response was slowly closing on me. I didn't know what to say that would prevent me from looking more flummoxed than I already appeared to be. A thousand sirens went off in my head while I tried to think of the right thing to say. Looking at Sebastian I tried to push back the thought of him but every glance that I stole the memories came rushing back with each vanishing second. Just as dawn was breaking we remained embraced while still stripped completely bare. My head rested on his chest with my lips just barely touching his skin. Straight ahead inches away were tall stems of orange oriental poppies and small white daisies gathered beside us. I watched as the wind moved through them causing them to bend and sway. Every so often I could feel them brush against me. I slightly rolled more on my side so that I was hovering over him. Balancing myself with upper body strength I kept my hands pressed in the grass while my legs still laid in a elongated entanglement with his. His eyes opened slowly like I caught him in a daydream. Blinking up at me his face remained still. It wasn't necessarily a smile from pleasure or a frown from regret. More so an apologetic look asking forgiveness because after tonight we would never see another again. Neither one us said a word , we stayed quiet only staring back at each other. Knowing that if we spoke the next word we would have said would be a goodbye. Claiming what time we did have left he leaned his head forward sucking in air before kissing me. I could still feel his hands rove across my back drifting down to my legs. Aimlessly trying to find a way to grip the side of my them. The gentle like feeling from the flower petals that swept around me didn't compare to the feeling of his tentative and careful touch. Our mouths opened widely, lips clashing rapidly until I could feel his tongue that was soft like silk. I lifted my head back as he moved in for more. Glancing back at him catching my breath our breathing was both shallow. Positioning myself carefully I waited for him to respond. At a speed that was hazily fast he sat upright while pressing the sides of my hips closer into him and over and over until we metamorphosed into the sunrise. My mother cleared her throat gesturing for me to speak. I let the awkwardness of seeing him under these circumstances sink in. "Likewise." I said softly unsure where I was I suppose to look next. "Is anyone in the mood for lasagna? My stomach is screaming feed me!" Mom said with great animation in her voice as she pointed to her abdomen. "Count me in." Brooklyn replied. "Sounds good to me." Sebastian said chiming in. "Oh and these are for you." He handed her a bouquet of what appeared to be largely blossomed yellow roses. Mother's mouth formed in the shape of the letter O as she reached for them. "These are simply gorgeous." She pressed her nose above them taking in their scent as she closed her eyes. "Mom has such a green eye when it comes to flowers." Brooklyn said to Sebastian. "You mean green thumb." I corrected her almost regrettably. Everyone's head turned towards me. Making me feel tremendously uncomfortable, causing the awkward silence to ensure. Sebastian bent down picking up something out of a paper bag he pulled out another bouquet of flowers. This time handing me an arrangement of only Baby's Breath. "Apologies for the lack of decadence." He said. I almost could detect a sense of nervousness in the pitch of his voice. I took them out of his hands careful not to touch him. "Thanks." "Gypsophilas carry many meanings you know. Many say that they are a symbol for a love that's meant to be eternal." My mom said to us like she was giving us all a lesson on the subject. She couldn't have a chosen a more problematic fact. "How about that lasagna?" Brooklyn interrupted clapping her hands together causally trying to transition the topic of conversation. I adverted my eyes back to the ground feeling completely and utterly flushed. "Why don't you take these and put them in a vase." Mom passed her bouquet back to Sebastian. "Caroline will show you where everything is." I turned my attention to her almost hurting the side of my neck. "I will?" "Yes." She answered briskly. "Mind if lend a helping hand in the kitchen?" Brooklyn asked excitably. "Yeah let's get to it!" Mom waved her hand to my sister gesturing her to follow her. Both of them bent down to retrieve the rest of the brown paper bags. Brooklyn extended out her face waiting to retrieve a kiss on the lips from Sebastian. He smiled widely down at her leaving several small pecks on her mouth. My mother put her hand on my shoulder moving her face closer to my ear. "We are going to have a little chat later." She whispered in my ear. I looked at her with a worried glanced asking questions with my eyes only. Once she turned away I couldn't even count the many times I said the word fuck in my head. She must've known, but how is the real question? I waited till both of them were completely out of the foyer before I walked off. Fuck. "Hold on a minute." I heard him call out but I walked so fast I refused to turn around. I walked through the house until I reached the portion of the living quarters that was filled with anything plant or flower oriented. It was cold when I walked in and the only source of light was coming from a lamp placed in the corner of the room that had a lampshade on it that made the room still look dark despite having a light on. I placed the Baby's Breath on a dark wooden desk so that I could scavenge around for a glass vase to put them in. I noticed him when he walked in though still I didn't pay him any attention. "I don't even know where to begin to explain." Sebastian panted. I unwrapped the clear plastic out from around them and removed the green rubber band at the bottom on the stem that was holding them together. "Let's not do this here or ever, okay?" I kept my back facing him as I tried fitting them in a vase. The stems were too long so I started pulling through random drawers looking for scissors. "Caroline," His voice was low. Sebastian placed his hand above mine to stop my frantic movement. I exhaled a ragged breath still not looking up at him. "You don't get to say my name." I swallowed. "Because you are a lying asshole." "What did I ever lie about?" "Brooklyn is my older sister, my only sister for that matter! If she found out I had sex with her boyfriend that would devastate her." I said hastily. "I'm not going to pretend or hide that I am the one who is at fault here." Sebastian admitted. "So you knew who I was when you first came up to me?" I asked, swiveling my body around to face him. The room that we were in was spacious but yet we found ourselves in a close proximity. "I swear I didn't know you two were even related. Secondly, you were the one that approached me last night." The corners of his mouth curled up into a slow forming smile. "Still doesn't change the fact you slept with a complete stranger knowing you had a girlfriend." I raised my eyebrow at him. I tried looking at him without noticing the frosty blue glint in his eyes. I felt like kicking myself for even thinking I could look at him and even more guilty for feeling attracted to him. He wasn't mine or even available to do so. "If you feel that way then why are you still holding onto my hand?" He questioned. Originally Sebastian's palm pressed down on my hand, though looking down I noticed my thumb held onto his. "Truth be told there's a reason why I was so reluctant to go with you last night." He said with a wounded look on his face. Seconds later we pulled apart because I could hear clicking sounds from shoes approaching down the hall. Brooklyn walked in the room looking around with a unreadable expression on her face. "Just wanted to come in and quickly tell you Caroline mom's guest will arrive around noon and you left this in your jacket pocket Sebastian." She stalked closer to me while narrowing her eyes at him. Pulling my hand forward slowly dropping the thin gold chain of my crescent moon necklace into the palm of my hand. The same necklace I had thought I lost last night in the garden with Sebastian. {Part 2 out of 3}

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The Break Up Blog - Day Twenty Four

I’m beginning to feel like the days are just blurring into murky fragments of time. 

I don’t know if it’s just because my life has been about working and exercising lately. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely don’t want to go back to how it was in the beginning when I broke up with X: a long vacation with sultry days that turned into sweltering nights when I couldn’t sleep well or even breathe without crying or sinking into a pit of depression. 

The depression is still there, but mercifully muted during the mornings and afternoons and hustling and bustling at work. 

I’m having a lot of weird dreams lately. I had one about X two nights ago, but the memories are already escaping my tired brain. I think it was just about us being like we were before: a couple hanging out at the mall and doing some window shopping, nothing special. 

And I definitely remember having a romantic dream about K. We were talking normally one moment and suddenly things became very angsty and filled with sexual tension. Then out of nowhere, she kisses me. Just a quick peck, but a hard one, right on the lips, and it left me feeling breathless and surprised. I got weirdly defensive and told her it wasn’t fair for her to go and kiss me like that out of the blue given our history. So I remedied the absurd tension that arose from that kiss by kissing her again. 

Yeah, that was really trippy. 

I haven’t had a romantic dream about K properly in years. I used to have them for years after we parted ways after high school. They were always dreams about her running from me and me trying to chase her down; or they would be dreams about finally catching up to her and flat out ignoring her presence because of my pride. 

I was so thankful when those dreams about K finally stopped after years of emotional torment, especially when I started liking and loving other people as time went on. I definitely wouldn’t want to go back to pining after K just as an excuse to move on from X. That would be counter-intuitive. 

It would be nice to just have a harmless, good old-fashioned perv on a random person, male or female, celebrity or real life person. I wouldn’t have to attach any feelings or sentimentality to it; it would be just me feeling what I feel without it going anywhere romantic or even permanent. The idea of falling hard for anyone right now is not only unwise,it’s repugnant to me. What would I even do right now if someone magically popped out of the wood-works and said: ‘I need you and I want you, goddammit. If you don’t take me now, I will die of internal combustion’? Considering how low my self-esteem is these days, I’d probably laugh in their face. That’s due to the fact that the idea of anyone loving or wanting me is laughable. Mainly because the last person who I wanted those things with only saw me as an ATM machine in human form in the end.  

I’m rambling again and dwelling on morbid thoughts, time to change the subject. 

Work was fine, just busy with having a double period with my fifth graders. But I taught them about Mardis Gras (a PG-13 version of the holiday and not the real version, lol) and then they played the doubloon tossing game in groups, which I think they enjoyed. SB disrupted my fourth grade as per usual, and in the middle of the test. Granted, I retaliated first by punishing him, so I should’ve expected him to act like an obnoxious gremlin. But after I tried to calm him down and he insisted on punching and kicking his desk during the test in a bid to get my attention, I threw my textbook down onto the nearest desk with a loud slam. Then I stalked over to SB’s desk, grabbed his test paper and ripped it up in front of him before throwing the pieces into the trash can. Then I carried on with the test as normally as possible to show I wasn’t affected and even answered more of SB’s obnoxious questions about when class was going to finish as the lesson continued. 

It was an empowering moment, but terribly petty and I do regret it now. Not because I don’t think the little shit deserved it, but because there will probably be hell to pay later if H, SH or any of my colleagues finds out. I don’t think SH would be mad at me since she has to deal with SB every day in her own homeroom, but H might be a different story. I just don’t trust anyone at work to help me with problematic students any more, so I’m trying to deal with the stress on my own. I’ll need to keep my temper in check when dealing with SB next time though. He’s a trigger for my own temper issues, much like my mom was for years and years. There are just some people who know how to get under my skin and push my buttons and I don’t like it. I don’t like losing myself in anger and resentment. Because after the fog of rage dissipates, all I’m left with are a lot of messes to clean up and even more shame to fill my head with. 

I get to take a break from the gym tonight, so I went home after work and cooked some chicken fillet to put in a burrito. I got a bit side-tracked from my blog entry when I checked my home bank account and realised that the money I sent myself hadn’t arrived yet. And that Paypal account is linked to my bank card that got blocked and disabled. So I had a lovely little panic attack while sending P and G frantic voice messages before I had the good sense to call Paypal and find out what’s happening. The consultant sounded extremely bored over the phone, but he reassured that my transaction had gone through and that Paypal had experienced some technical issues in the last few days. I’m still going to keep checking my bank app till the money eventually arrives, but at least I’m calm for now. 

I feel a bit at a loss having all this free time this evening. Ironically, I was complaining yesterday that I was so tired and wished I could take a break from exercising. I really am a walking list of oxymorons. I’m going to try and enjoy the last few episodes of my Chinese drama and re-read a silly comic on Webtoons about a Korean bath house. With any luck, I’ll actually be able to sleep well tonight. I still haven’t managed to fall asleep on my back; I keep giving up and cuddling with Teddy instead on my side. I guess I’m afraid to feel lonely even when I’m sleeping. 

Just one more day of work to get through tomorrow before the weekend. Next week is Chuseok (Korean Thanksgiving), so we’ll have Friday off from school. And C’s organised a Game Night that I’ll be going to at her apartment along with CI, PE, PE’s wife, GR and AM. I hope I can start to look forward to things again and not get so depressed about what’s happened this year. 

Things are still kinda bleak on the job front, but I’m gonna keep my ear to the ground and hope that a good opportunity comes along. 

I can’t control everything, so I might as well just go with the flow.  

#breakupblog

[tuess]

Infinity War - Story Issues

So I ran across this post on Pinterest the other day claiming the story writing of Infinity War was bad (I couldn’t find the original source on tumblr, so this is a second-order link, but credit for op goes to sneakyfeets). And...

I respectfully would like to disagree. 

Infinity War most definitely had issues, both plot, morality, and character-wise. But I don’t think it’s fair to call it structurally bad, and, while most of the concerns raised in the original post are valid, I don’t think all of them are necessarily problems with the story. 

Recall first of all that most Marvel movies are somewhere between “loveable hot mess” and “brilliantly chaotic wonder”. Partially that’s probably a genre thing - superhero movies are necessarily based on the comics, and in comics A LOT of weird stuff happens that doesn’t necessarily translate well to film. It is not surprising that most superhero movies are questionable on the details. So Loki walking up to Thanos with one dagger and three sass is idiotic, but not unforgivable in terms of story. Not more so than Steve’s habit of jumping off things without a parachute. Also, it does provide a somewhat reasonable continuation of his character arc, and is important for Thor’s. 

What I’m trying to get at is that, while Loki the character may be doing a stupid thing, it makes narrative sense. Characters can do idiotic stuff without undermining the overall story. Quite the opposite, in fact, as for many types of story characters doing stupid things is integral to the plot (I refer here to absolutely every Shakespeare comedy and like half of the tragedies). And I think Infinity War is one of these stories.

First of all, Infinity War is a tragedy, and that in itself is worth talking about. I know that some of the DC movies have experimented with the whole tragedy thing, but I’m not super familiar with that fandom. Also, to my (limited) knowledge they weren’t super successful. Marvel’s first tragedy-like film was Captain America: Civil War, not because it ended badly, but because a significant part of the reason as to why it ended badly was the character’s own flaws. We can have Team Cap/Team Iron Man debates ‘till kingdom come, but both sides were not acting reasonably.

The tragedy aspect is one of the reasons as to why I consider Infinity War quite good, story wise. One of the basic aspects of a (classical Greek) tragedy is that the hero have some sort of fatal flaw that ultimately causes his own downfall. Contrast this with your garden-variety superhero, who can have flaws, but none that can cause his downfall. Especially classical comics, and the early superhero movies, do not allow it [1]. Infinity War plays with the tragic hero element in a way that’s really quite nice.

The original post mentions the actions of Wanda and Peter Q. specifically, but it’s actually a wider theme in the movie that all the heroes do stupid shit because of love. Every time there’s a conflict over an infinity stone, the heroes are forced to choose between their loved ones and doing “what is right/what is sensible”. They always choose love. And, in the movie, it’s what frames them as heroes. Thanos throws away love (literally - I’ll return to this later) for power, while the heroes throw away power for love. 

This is different from the usual tragic flaw, where it is some kind of bad quality that makes the heroes lose (Macbeth - the power thing; Creon - not being able to let it go). In Infinity War, it is the heroic qualities of the heroes that cause the heroes to fail. And that is interesting, and fun to watch. I consider it good writing. So seeing our characters do stupid things? Seeing them make the wrong choices for all the wrong reasons? Seeing them lose control and be illogical and selfish? Good stuff. 

Having said that,

Yeah. The abuse thing. It’s hugely problematic, and one of the more glaring flaws in Infinity War as a whole. I don’t feel qualified to comment on the details of it, but I recognise that the entire Thanos’ Children and/or Gamora-Nebula plotline is fraught with issues, to say the least, and I do wish that they’d found a better way to deal with it in Infinity War. I think that Thanos is clearly cast as an abuser, and Gamora and Nebula as abuse survivors, but I agree that the framing of Gamora’s death was bad. I have to state here that I went into Infinity War not having seen either GOTG movie, so I wasn’t paying huge amounts of attention to the subplot at first, and I don’t really know how to deal with it in this essay either [2]. I don’t think it’s a narrative issue as much as a discursive issue, in that both Gamora and Thanos’ actions make sense in the story, but the framing of it can be seen to perpetuate an unhealthy discourse about abuse survivors and abusers. 

We can only hope that Nebula will get to kick Thanos’ ass in Endgame.

What remains now is the motivation behind Thanos’ actions, and the problems with it. As has been frequently remarked, they do not make sense. This is not a problem. Narrative-wise, Thanos cannot make sense. He is the villain of the movie. If he were to have a perfectly sensible plan [3], that would improve the lives of everyone on in the universe, and have no obvious drawbacks, he could no longer be a villain as the definition classically applies to the comics/action/epics genres. Infinity War would go from an action movie to one on moral philosophy. An excellent example of a movie with no clear villain, only people being assholes to various degree, would be something like Mean Girls. Infinity War, to adhere to its genre conventions and satisfy the expectations of the audience, needed a villain. Thanos is this villain, and his villainous plan needed to affect the entire universe in order for it to be threatening enough to bring three disparate sets of heroes together to fight him. From this point of view, Thanos’ plan and motivations make complete narrative sense, despite not making any actual sense. 

Thanos is, I’m pretty sure, modelled after the idea of an enlightened despot gone wrong. The idea of enlightened despotism is basically that you pick one guy to be in charge of a country, but, wait for it, you pick a smart guy who knows how to solve problems. This was popular especially in 18th/19th century Europe [4], when monarchies were falling like mayflies and people started thinking about what to do next. The advantages of an enlightened despot would be that there would be none of this silly democratic arguing and influence of, shudder, the working classes [5]. The disadvantages, I believe, are really fucking obvious, and the reason why nobody installed this as a form of government. Both Robespierre and Napoleon are examples of people who briefly tried, only for everyone to see why this is a really really fucking bad idea. So I can see how casting Thanos as a failed enlightened despot, with a shitty plan and some elements of genocide thrown in for good measure, would sound like a surefire way to make sure your audience really really hates your villain. 

I therefore really don’t know what to say about the goddamn neonazis and eugenicists, except good goddamn, please read any actual science ever. 

Ok, this essay got away from me. But the main points were that, narrative wise, Infinity War is quite good because it allows its characters to be idiots. The framing is problematic at times, especially in the Gamora-Nebula-Thanos relationship, and this detracts from the movie as a whole. It’s not, however, fair to call the entire story bad. Plenty of movies have framing issues that don’t automatically mean they’re terrible (see: Out of Africa, Pocahontas, etc). Thanos’ villainous motivations are narratively sensible, but perhaps not well-received in the current political climate. I don’t see an intrinsic issue with them, however, as they’re supposed to not make sense - that’s what makes him a villain, and not a hero.

Also, yeah, where did Valkyrie go? That’s just stupid and I can’t talk it away. 

[1]: More modern runs do allow heroes do have significant, palpable flaws, (Daredevil, and also Iron Man) but the original medium... not so much. 

[2]:... so if I said something hugely harmful or downright stupid without realising it, please please please call me out on it. Also, my first essay on Infinity War, which is linked somewhere in the body, did not at all acknowledge this problematic and actually applauded the scene without looking into some of the issues around it. My apologies. 

[3]: Like, for example using the infinity stones to generate resources, as has been pointed out multiple times. 

[4]: Arguably also the Roman Emperors. Correct me if any of this is wrong, I’m not actually a historian. 

[5]: This is meant ironically. 

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