#anyway imagine being dropped into someone else’s life and just having to deal with that on your own

[astayinwonderland]

“So this makes us what?” | fwb lee minho

pairings: lee know x f.reader

genre: smut | fwb trope | +18 minors DNI

requested by @kyungpenguin33 ˜ sorry this took forever to write, darling. i hope you like it <3

summary: you and minho had been friends for a while, but it all changes one rainy afternoon. now someone is jealous and can't really stand just being friends with benefits (college!au)

word count: 1.7k

warnings: biting, marking, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (big no-no), minho calls reader bunny, slight argument, jealousy... lmk if I forgot something

Enjoy (;

His number 2 pencil snapped in his hand. 

Not that anyone would notice, especially not you. Your attention was somewhere else, better said, on someone else. Minho’s chest feels heavy as he watches how your deskmate puts his arm around you. Does he have a death wish? Minho shakes his head trying to calm down his thoughts. Of course, your deskmate didn’t have a death wish. He, like everyone else, is aloof about what goes on behind closed doors between you and Minho. The way you moan under his touch, how impatient you become when he teases you, oh, and the look on your face when he eats you out. 

It’s celestial yet sinful. 

Minho scoffs. What is so great about that dude anyway? You are way too much for him, you are the sunshine itself. You bring life into every situation no matter how difficult it is. It is hard for Minho to shake off these feelings, especially when you two are supposed to be just friends who fuck. 

It all started one rainy afternoon. Water poured heavily as you tried to focus on the movie Minho insisted you watch. It was ‘the best thing ever’, but although you tried not to hate it, the movie was incredibly boring and you rather be napping. Your eyelids feel heavy, drowsiness overpowers your body, and the next thing you know your eyes open to a very sleepy Minho. He is an angel walking the Earth, tortured, joyful, and beautiful. His head rests on your shoulders, his purple hair slightly covering his eyes as the two of you now lay on the very soft and cozy couch. Little drops of rain hit the window and your index finger lands on his perfect nose, then his perfect lips which are slightly parted. 

“What are you doing, bunny?” he asks. His eyes were still closed. 

Your heart almost stops as your body jumps, scared. 

Minho chuckles and tries to resume his nap, his head now getting cozy on the crook of your neck. You swallow hard, his breath tickles that very sensitive spot on your neck. No. You can’t think of him in that way. This is your friend, your friend. But when Minho plants a little kiss on the soft skin between your shoulder and neck, you are doomed. 

A soft moan involuntarily escaped your lips. 

Minho smiles, the corners of his lips going up. So he plants another kiss and another and another. His tongue ever-so-slightly tasting your skin, creating in you a euphoric feeling you hope never ends. His eyes land on yours, a silent petition to kiss you. There is no need to verbally answer him, you nod and your lips are on his. His lips gracing yours, feel like cotton candy, soft and sweet. You bring your face down to his and the moment his tongue touches your bottom lip the dynamic changes. 

Minho’s hands are quick and skillful to reach your hips and pull you on top of him. You feel his erection pulsating through his sweatpants as you straddle him, still not breaking the kiss. It feels so easy to strip off your clothes in front of him. For Minho is the same, he loves the warmth of your skin and wants to worship every part of you, but your eagerness is palpable and to him, pleasing you is now a must. 

Never in his life, Minho would have thought he would be inside you. Did he imagine it? Well, in all honestly he tried to stop himself any time his mind would go there. But fuck, he couldn’t, his will wasn’t that strong. However, now it is a whole different deal, you are here, riding him like a fucking goddess. The way your ass keeps bouncing up and down, your hips rocking back and forth. You drive him into madness, his brain can’t process how all this is happening. If he gets to have you, then let him be damned. 

You, on the other hand, feel the heat radiating from Minho’s body, your sweat mixing with his as your tongue clashes with his fighting for dominance. It is not the first time you have had skin-to-skin contact with your friend. You’ve hugged and cuddled a little bit before. But the way his fingers dig deeper into your flesh, encouraging you to keep going makes your pussy wetter and your moans louder. 

Skin-slapping sounds in crescendo, Minho positions his feet flat on the couch, changing your angle as he starts to fuck you, faster than the pace you originally set. Your broken moans are getting him hornier and making him groan, whispering your name as it’s the only word in his vocabulary. 

“Minho… fuck– faster, please… harder…” you whisper. 

And he obeys as he continues fucking you until your vision blurs. Minho feels the exquisite clenching of your entrance and he wants you to milk him whole, but that is not something he’s been allowed to do. So he focuses as hard as he can to make you cum first. Your eyes closed, muscles tensing as your nails claw his chest. 

“Fuck yes– ah! “ you say as you reach your high, laughing at the blissful sensation. 

Minho lifts you and you want him to cum so immediately your hand wraps around his beautiful, perfect thick cock and after a few pumps, he’s cumming for you. 

No words. The only thing that can be heard is both of your heavy breathing trying to go back to normal. Minho smiles. 

“I didn’t know you were such a menace in bed, bunny…” 

That sentence opened the door for endless sessions of fucking and resuming your everyday activities. No questions asked. To be honest you were too scared to and Minho seemed not to care about talking about it. Minho didn’t want to lose you and would not take that risk by talking about the friends-with-benefits thing and ruining everything. 

That was of course until he saw you with him—your deskmate. 

The class was not over, but Minho was too upset to keep witnessing another man’s hands on you. So he storms out of the class, curious eyes all over him as he doesn’t bother to excuse himself. This behaviour is not completely uncommon from him, but you just knew something was off. 

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Snow falls lightly as the day comes to an end. Minho walks determined straight to his car, heart beating so fast he almost didn’t hear your voice from afar. 

“Minho! Stop… shit! Minho!” you ran as fast as possible to catch up with him. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“What’s wrong Min?” you shiver at the cold wind hitting you. 

“Nothing… go back to the lecture. Go back to your friend,” he rolls his eyes. 

“Friend? Wh-what? Wait… do you mean–”

“Yes, him… whatever! Just go back in there, you’ll freeze your ass out here.” 

Minho takes out his car keys and opens his car door but you are set on not moving. Your eyes can’t believe the fact that Lee Minho is jealous of a classmate. You don’t even like him like that, you only like Minho but he doesn’t know that. 

Since you are not moving, Minho gets in his car and you do the same shortly after him. 

“Shit… just go to class!” 

“Are you seriously jealous of him? He is just a friend… I am not fucking him!” you try to look him in the eye but Minho just looks away. 

“Yeah, I’m your friend too and we fuck nearly every night. Does he fuck you better than I do?” 

Your heart sinks because his words are harsh and hurtful. You try to get out of his car but Minho pulls you back in. 

“I’m sorry,” and his face is so close to yours that you finally see the Minho you love. So you delicately brush your fingertips on his cheek. 

He doesn’t say a word. His eyes close and now his hand covers yours. 

“I know it’s a lot to ask,” he pauses, meditating on what to say next. “But… I don’t want you to sleep with that guy– or anyone else.” Minho now looks at you, eyes anxious awaiting your answer. 

“I don’t want to sleep with him or anyone else, Minho.” 

“You’re fucking mine,” he cups your face and kisses you passionately. 

Suddenly it all feels like that first time you two kissed. It was deep, lustful, yet loving. Your hands entangle in his now-fading purple hair as you savour every bit of that kiss. His tongue diving into your mouth, swallowing your moans, and his hands keeping you in place. 

Your body moves and before your brain can process it, Minho has you on his lap. Driver’s seat pushed to the back so you can sit, your back against his chest. It doesn’t take long for him to undo his and your jeans when he is already entering you with his middle fingers tapping on your clit. 

His lips on your shoulders and back, kissing and licking your skin making you throw your head back giving him access to your neck. He knows your sensitive spot. Minho’s mouth marks your neck so beautifully, licking, kissing, biting, sucking, as you slowly bounce up and down his cock. Every little touch drives you crazy. 

“Mine,” he whispers, as he bites down on your shoulder now and adds more pressure to your clit, drawing circles on it. 

“Mine, mine, you’re fucking mine. No one else's,” he speeds up, making you cry in response. 

“Yours,” you reply. “Fucking yours.” 

“I want you to fucking use me, cum for me, bunny. I’m no one else’s but yours.” 

His words alone make you clench around him. Quickening your pace you chase your release as Minho’s free hand helps you up and down. 

“Don’t fucking stop, bunny, just like th- that… ugh… you’re the fucking death of me.” 

You feel how your climax triggers his, spilling his seed inside you and you collapse, head on the steering wheel. Once again silence, your heartbeat so fast you hear it in your ears. Minho holds you tenderly and kisses you softly. He carefully helps you up and to the passenger’s seat. You are about to open the door, but he stops you. 

“So this makes us what?” he finally asks. 

“Get out of the car,” you reply. 

The snow had stopped now and you go around the car and hold Minho’s hand, interlocking your fingers with his. 

“This makes you mine and I am yours,” you smile.

“Let’s go back to class, I think I have a new deskmate.” 

“Hmmm, I want to meet him already…” Minho smirks, the tips of his ears getting red. 

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨

I enjoyed so much writing this! This man be fucking with my brain BAD.

Feedback and reblogs are highly appreciated 💖

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[poisonjaffas]

My housemate says shit like "I think it would be a waste of time for me to put the bins out this late at night" but is cheerfully running up and down the stairs at 1 am making the most noise :)))))))))

#wild life of emily #I hate it here so much I want to resort to violence #Like just imagine being the least self aware person on the planet #And being so selfish you literally cannot comprehend doing something for the sake of being nice or making someone else's life easier #But also fully expecting ppl to drop everything to help u when u need it #Anyways I will be out of the house all day tomorrow because I don't want to have to deal with them!!!!!!

[sabokunsmalia]

anon's request: Hiii. I feel like w the amount of times I drop I should sign off w an emoji lololl. But anyway I wanted to drop in and say that I hope you’re having a good week and leave a lil request for you. If you could write a fluff w ace or sabo where like they wake up early in the morning and are looking at the reader and reminiscing about their relationship. It kinda hits them that they’re in love and wouldn’t change a thing. Again hope you’re having a good day/week 🤗 hi it's malia: i couldn't decide, both are heavily underrated so doing both was the best decision. i even added luffy because this felt like a beautiful asl brother thing to do, lol. please, take yourself an emoji of the endless list, i would be pretty happy and probably crying happy tears if you were my very first anon. ♥

featuring: flame emperor sabo, portgas d. ace, monkey d. luffy

ʚ flame emperor sabo ɞ

↷ the bright rays of the golden sun forced sabo to wake up from his slumber, totally against his will. he just came back from a three-week mission yesterday, and couldn't wait to spend at least two days by your side without interference. his soft fingertips, protected from the roughness of his mission by the thick leather gloves, caressed the skin along your spine. you were still heavily asleep, face pressed against his naked chest, your warm breath fanning across his skin. you looked beautiful, so peaceful, so different from what kind of moments and things sabo has seen in the past weeks. or better, his entire life since dragon pulled him out of the water. sabo wanted to become the perfect chief of staff, training and working harder than anybody else to keep his position, to make his savior proud. hell, most of his actions were way too risky to be acceptable. but the nobleborn man did not care about his own life as long as the revolutionary army could change the slightest thing in the world, he would be satisfied. until you popped up, your presence stepped in his sight and scolded him for being so careless about his own life.

↷ that night, sabo had to ask you out on a date. he didn’t have much time but he would definitely give you the couple of hours he had off. the sun rays cascaded hues of gold across your unblemished skin the day he took you to a fancy restaurant — confronted with the same image right now, sabo could not stop the trail of memories embedded in his mind. you infiltrated any given space, intoxicated him, and lured him into a paradise. like a siren but with love and a happy ending to it. your body jerked away from his touch ever so slightly when his fingertips grazed over and around your hipbone. a silenced chuckle left his mouth, remembering exactly the night you slept in his room and bed for the first time. oh, your trembling body made it difficult to cuddle properly, the sudden waves of anxiety always pulling you away from sabo's touch and warmth. the little things, he remembered so clearly as if they happened yesterday. the amount of times, he wanted to confess his love but couldn't find the courage to speak his mind. it happened way too often, the small glances you shared across the room, the several ways koala tried to set you two up. god, the poor girl was completely exhausted from dealing with the shyness of two people when it came to adoring someone.

↷ sabo had the slight hope of finding a lover on an island far away. he would not be able to spend much time with them, but it would be worth it to know they are safe. the world nobles and the marine's were a strong enemy, attempting to find the revolutionary army and stop their movement. but when the chief of staff's eyes landed on you, he couldn't stop his heart from beating faster, his head from imagining having you by his side and certainly not himself from falling in love with you utterly fast. his eyes anchored on your sweet face, so calm and relaxed while sleeping, as the memories of the past weeks and months sprawled out in the back of his head. pictures of moments, he would never forget, or dare himself to change. your story together was perfect, and while it was dangerous to share romantic feelings with someone in the same position, sabo would never change the slightest thing.

ʚ monkey d. luffy ɞ

↷ as the captain of a wanted pirate crew, luffy had very few moments to rest and calm down from the constant fights. but when he got the chance to stay in bed longer than usual, the straw hat had his arms wrapped up tightly around your body. you sprawled out on top of him, one leg on each side. cheek pressed against his toned, naked chest while inhaling and exhaling deep breaths. you always begged him to calm down once in a while, and rest from the fighting and the punches, but luffy was very bad at listening. for almost two years, you asked and he denied it with a chuckle and no words. one of his hands reached up, the calloused fingertips which became rougher over the course of time brushed the thin strands of hair out of your face. the corners of your mouth lifted slightly, almost invisible, as you exhaled a deep breath. even in your sleep, you bathed in the softness of luffy's touch. certain little things, luffy picked up over the course of your relationship.

↷ no one around luffy thought he was capable of feeling love for anything else than his occupancy as a pirate. but when the straw hats visited your island, and luffy shared a look with you, it was certain that the boy fell head over heels for your precious self. throughout the events of the past months, you gave luffy enough strength to fight further and stronger. even after losing ace, you were his glimpse of hope. a smile crept its way onto luffy's mouth, remembering the nights, you stayed on deck with him. falling asleep in his arms while watching the wide ocean sway around the thousand sunny. the days, you brought him food when he didn't join the crew for dinner. something which didn't happen before, he would never let a meal get wasted. memories, he carried with him like pictures on a wall. framed with golden ornaments and attached to his heart. moments, luffy used as a reminder to always keep fighting, to stay strong in the worst fights.

↷ his dilated pupils were locked on your statue on him, so small, so beautiful and so admirable. his slender and warm fingers combed through the mess of hair, adoring the way you made him feel safe between the enemies that wanted his head. luffy could agree to many alliances, could laugh at way too many people, yet, most of them wanted to murder the straw hat behind his back. the million little things you've done for him, no matter if the days were good or bad, they pulled luffy deeper into your spell. he fell harder for you with each given day, and while becoming the king of the pirates was his priority task, you quickly changed the placement. the straw hat did not except to experiment love on his journey to the one piece, and yet, luffy would not trade this life for anything else, he would never change any step of your love story and relationship together.

ʚ portgas d. ace ɞ

↷ there was not one calm night on the moby dick since the commanders gathered for an arranged party. music boomed across the deck of the main ship, and spread across the vast ocean. colorful lights, red and blue cascaded through the darkness and announced the ship to any other pirate crews or marine admirals. those feasts were ace's greatest pleasure. he loved drinking booze and eating meals until passing out. but those past days, it was somehow different. seated in the corner, the glass tightly in one of his hands, ace watched his friends and family interact with you. dancing around with marco, and having long conversations with pops or thatch. the night was a long one again, the third in a row and it was no surprise the next morning when you were still asleep. cuddled up in ace's arms while pressing your back further against his naked chest. warmth spread underneath the thick blanket but also from ace's logia devil fruit powers. a walking heater, who watched closely how your chest rose while you inhaled and exhaled.

↷ the second division commander felt the tingling in his right arm, knowing that a couple more minutes could increase the slight pain. but he wouldn't dare himself to wake you up from a much-needed nap. after dancing way too many hours with marco, and even being forced to dance another round with ace by your side, your legs were hurting badly. his unoccupied hand wandered from your hipbone towards your thick thigh. smirking to himself as you carefully pushed yourself further against his body, ace massaged your unblemished and soft skin. he didn't think about taking advantage or doing anything sexual, the shaggy black-haired decided to give you something back. he remembered clearly how many times you decided to massage his tense shoulders and back when he returned from another long mission. standing on the small boat which only worked with his particular devil fruit powers didn't allow him much of a comfortable position. days passed, sometimes even weeks or months while you waited for him and hoped for ace to return well.

↷ over the months of dating, ace reminded himself of the small things you have done for him. it always kept him alive and awake when needed, knowing that returning to you was his greatest desire. he wouldn't want to see your soft face stained by the tears from your eyes. this time, he promised to stay longer by your side, to decline leaving the ship so easily and quickly. his rough fingertips caressed along the skin of your thigh while his eyes drifted over the small statues on the shelf close to the bed. little gifts that ace brought along when he was on a mission far away. you occupied his mind, kept him awake and forced his nightly dreams to enter his days. being in a relationship as a pirate always caused problems, fearing for the well-being of you more than his own. and yet, ace wouldn't change a fact, wouldn't change any steps of the past that you shared together. each return to the moby dick came with new shivers, heavy goosebumps and a quick heartbeat. feelings, ace only got when your face popped into his mind, when you occupied his head.

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[artificial-ascension]

I like to imagine Beyond's hypothetical shinigami dad (mom? I just find it more likely he was human born since he's... clearly a human with at least one shinigami power and if he was birthed by a shinigami he'd probably be more like a nerfed shinigami just by like... Pokemon breeding logic I guess) is a shinigami we haven't seen rather than a pre existing character simply because 1. That's another character oh boy how fun and 2. I feel like there'd have to be some ramifications of making such a beast. Like if extending human life is a crime punishable by instant death how is making another human also not a punishable offense? Like at the very least put them in time put for that. Don't just let them hang about with everyone else.

Anyway my personal take is that B's shinigami dad was summoned (I imagine there has to be some way to summon a shinigami, or at least ask for one to come down or something) by some shinigami worship cult or whatever and for whatever reason, decided to bone some human women and create Beyond Birthday. The shinigami king was like hey, what the fuck dude, penis privilege revoked for all of you and Beyond's father was permanently shunned by the rest of the shinigami because jacking off was the only other thing to do besides gambling.

The shinigami king had to make a whole bunch of rules about how Beyond should even function and assigned his father to look over him to make sure he wasn't being too much of an issue. Beyond's dad was already a very finicky and active shinigami so following some guy around earth wasn't ideal but he got to spend time with his kid I guess.

He never actually showed himself to B, kinda just doing paranormal shit like dropping things or moving things in his room when he wasn't in there. The reason why was that he didn't need B going full crazy and trying to convince everyone he was haunted by some freaky monster because B was already something of an outcast and didn't need another reason for people to hate him.

One interesting little idea I had was the concept of shinigami eye inheritance. My idea going that the eyes are a recessive trait and can only be introduced into the gene pool by someone having a child while they had the eyes. If both parents have them when the kid in conceived a child with be born with the eyes. B's mom made the deal and his dad was obviously a shinigami so he has the eyes. Now an interesting side effect of carrying the gene means there is a chance to recognize the vague visage of shinigami without touching a notebook. Not being fully capable, but still understanding that something was there. Basically, A happened to carry the gene because someone in his family had they eyes in the past meaning he could see B's dad following him. Now obviously B's father didn't account for this because honestly the chance of a human carrying that gene is so extremely slim and he only made an effort to hide himself from B so A got to see the distorted face of death and maybe that may have acounted in his unfortunate demise but hey he was gonna die young anyway and at least the visage of a death god haunting your friend helps inspire you to make cool horror art.

Oh also the reason B wasn't killed instantly is because the shinigami king was curious as to how his life would go. It went bad but he was amused by the LABB murder cases (obviously shinigami kid would not be in trouble for murder, it's literally in his blood.)

#death note #beyond birthday #labb #labb murder cases #just ramblings

[avelera]

I dunno what it is about Hob/Dream that makes me reconsider tropes I would normally never touch with a ten-foot pole (ex. Royalty AU) but while half asleep I got clocked between the eyes by an Arranged Marriage AU idea (but not a "No Powers" AU and yes I can explain) than I'm 90% sure I won't write but...

I got hit with the idea that sometime pre-fishbowl, Dream and Desire have one of their friendly-but-not-so-friendly little wagers (we're talking peak Bitchy Dream era) here that ends with Dream losing the bet. Desire's demanded reward is that Dream has to spend a year "living as a human" and no, he doesn't get to just go off and be an artist somewhere and live some half-fae life of his choosing, he has to live an actual normal life of Desire's choosing. And they choose for Dream to live as a wife (or spouse, really, gender is kind of immaterial to Dream and Desire but he'll be perceived as whatever makes sense for the situation he's in by humans) somewhere in the world for a year, like actually see what it's like to be a human who doesn't have total autonomy to go wherever and do whatever they want.

Dream (or perhaps Death intervenes as a wingman lol) does manage to get the chosen "partner" to not be a total stranger and of course, picks Hob Gadling as his partner for this year. The era is kind of immaterial but I am imagining 1789 or 1889 era Hob for this as making the most sense (really, it just comes down to aesthetics). Dream figures this challenge will be no big deal, human life isn't that complicated, but would rather not risk being with someone actively cruel or abusive. Desire finds these terms acceptable (and if that wasn't the first alarm bell, Dream's not paying attention, because actually Desire is in this waaaay more to watch Dream fall haplessly in love with a human than caring that he picks up some life lessons about being human, that's just a bonus).

Anyway, cue Hob getting "mortal" Dream dropped on his doorstep and hearing the terms of how Dream's going to be his partner for a year and they're going to live as usual and he's just like, "Ummm....?? (SO many fantasies at once happening right now I'm not sure I'm awake or not but I'm also very freaked out by this, wait you have SIBLINGS??)" But when he tries to demurr Dream just informs him that if he doesn't accept, Dream will be with someone else for a year and of course Hob can't have that.

Cue: shenanigans.

#maggie's writing progress #but not really just headcanoning #dreamling

[theoreticaltranstherian]

spmetimes it's hard being otherkin. I am so scared to tell people because I don't want them to freak the absolute fuck out or hate me or even hurt me physically.

Sometimes I feel trapped because I can't complain because I have so much available to me but that doesn't make my life situation or whats happened in it ok and it's hard to remember that.

Sometimes I just want to cry out and scream when I can't get myself to move. I lay there, knowing I should move forward, knowing I need to get things done, but I just can not make myself do anything.

Sometimes I forget who I am. It's for just a few moments max, but I don't know who i am or where I am and I feel super disoriented.

Sometimes when things change, little things like what color chair I have or what far I get dropped off in, I start getting stressed and that makes people get mad at me for being overdramatic.

Sometimes I wish I could just freely practice my religion at home without being mocked or told that I'm just imagining things and I'm just going to make a mess.

Sometimes I wish someone would read these long notes I write in my notes app just like this, because it's my only way to ask for help.

Sometimes I feel so dysphoric I want to tear my skin off with my claws and just run away into the trees.

Sometimes when people groan or sigh or moan I get so fucking pissed I can't stop myself from punching them or attacking them because of the sounds

sometimes I feel like I'm watching myself so everything and i can't stop any of it, like I'm watching a memory, and I can't change what um thinking or doing. then I do these horrible and cruel things and no one believes it's not me

sometimes I want to die but then I feel guilty because that means taking my life from everyone else who cares about me

sometimes I just want to stop talking because all it does is mess things up for me and it's just too much stress to make noise

sometimes I want to just cry

And sometimes I dont

and that makes me feel like maybe there's nothing wrong with me? maybe this is all normal and no one else suffers with it and I just need to learn to deal with it. maybe I'm just imagining it or I'm just too weak to handle what others ignore and live with easily. maybe I'm just too obsessed with labels and trying yo fit into boxes that I imagine things fir myself to be.

If anyone does stumble upon this and read it and happens to find anything they can tell me about. maybe to help or because it is just normal, please do? idk no one's gonna read this anyway but whatever

#tw vent #tw self destruction #tw mental instability #otherkin #someone help #please i'm so tired #i can't keep doing this

[sadaveniren]

Hey can I get your opinion on bg? I like that you're an old-timer (fandom wise lol) and your views are interesting to read. Anyway Louis has made it clear time and time again that he is very aware of what goes on in fandom and what people's thoughts are. He must know that a majority of his fanbase is put off by all the freddie talk. Add to that the fact that it's really not doing anything for him promo wise. So even if he can't end it yet for whatever reason, why do you think there's been this big ramp up and an insistence of talking about him in interviews? When he could have just kept quiet like he did for years?

Lol what I would give to fucking know the answers to these questions.

So as an old timer (like… I was literally online when the OG BG article dropped. I saw that “9 weeks along” written out in the article with my own eyes before they changed it within the first 30 or so minutes of BG) I want to emphasize that nothing else matters because Briana was never pregnant. Everything since the very first pic of them together (“this is for the Sun”) has been fake. Nothing else matters whenever you go back and hit that inevitable point of “Briana was never pregnant”.

But back to your question. Why? Hilariously it almost feels like Louis sorta gave an answer to this today when he talked about the radio stations he goes to that don’t play his music. Sometimes he does shit he doesn’t benefit from, and maybe doesn’t like, to get to do what he wants. I can’t even begin to imagine how complicated Louis’ life is and everything he has to balance. Maybe mentioning the kid was a trade off for being “single” and losing having to talk about Eleanor or get a new public girlfriend. Maybe if he’s seen with the kid he gets to talk about OTB being an LGBT anthem. Maybe he gets to pursue an edgier sound, or add something to the album, or a dozen other little things he might want in exchange for something that at the end of the day he doesn’t think is that big of a deal.

I’ll be completely honest, up until today’s interview the mentions of Freddie hadn’t even registered to me. Louis’ promo was going so swell. As someone who was here for 2016 and 5:20pm Tuesday pap walk pics and 2017 with the whole “his girlfriend, his son” non-stop, I can tell you. This is so different. It’s nothing. What happened today was definitely a change from how it had been going but tbh I think Louis wanted to give as open and honest an interview as possible so I think he might have just been like “don’t ask me about Harry Styles and everything else is fair game” not knowing what Zach was going to run with 🤷🏼‍♀️

I have no clue if this is going to end up going anywhere. It would be excellent if BG could just fucking end already. But if this is the new status quo, as long as Louis looks happy and he’s enjoying his music, I’m gonna trust that he knows what he’s doing with his life.

#answered

[vigilvntes]

Liz!! I’ve been thinking about being Chris’ on again off again (ex) wife and being in his trailer at the start of the show (maybe showering, if you wanna be a lil spicy) and being like oh, you’re back?

(In my mind, I also get to punch his dad)

WAKEJAISJAJSJSISJSJSJS HELLO!!!! i was drunk at work when you sent this and i KNOW i'm late but OH BOY. I WAS LOSING MY MIND OVER THIS. LIKE FULLY. SCREAMING INSIDE. sorry this is messy and totally not coherent and i think i have too many thoughts for this and i can't articulate them very well help (also this was supposed to be posted like. a while ago but turns out i saved it to my drafts instead of posting and i've only just realised so hello)

no but this is such a fun dynamic. like i can imagine they're high school sweethearts who were always kinda on and off and they just kinda got married on a whim like no thought went into it. and being married to peacemaker pre-show events would be HARD. not only is he a literal murderer, but he has a racist white supremacist dad who's always encouraging him to be more like him and he's so dedicated to his mission to bring "peace" that you probably saw his face on the news and on wanted posters more than you did in person. so when he gets sent to prison it's like, the perfect opportunity to get out of the marriage and TRY to move on with your life.

but that's hard, because you were married to peacemaker. no one wants to give a job or an apartment to someone who married and stayed married to a murderer who was tried for WAR CRIMES. so you just... stay living in the trailer. the bills are still being paid from his account and all your stuff is there anyway so why move out????

when he gets back you're in the shower, and you hear the door open but honestly you've already heard that he's back in evergreen (maybe emilia contacted you to give you a heads up to keep him at the trailer because they're coming to talk to him) so you just kinda assume that it's him??? he'd be banging on the bathroom door demanding to know who's been living in his apartment and who's been cleaning it and tidying it and keeping the fridge full while he's been gone and you'd just groan and roll your eyes, getting out of the shower and shouting for him to give you a fucking MINUTE while you dry off. you open the door in your towel and his jaw fucking DROPS. because let's be honest, this man has been in prison for like four years at this point and a. he didn't think he'd ever see you again and b. you look so fucking hot standing there with only a towel wrapped around you. and you're just like "oh hey." cue the mini breakdown about why you're still living here and his finances and how he feels so betrayed that you divorced him the second things got tough even though he was literally in PRISON!

so the whole thing with flag changed him as a person, he killed a comrade and a friend in his stupid mission for peace and he knows it was wrong and yeah. it changed him. he wants better things for himself even if he's not so willing to admit it at first. you're living at the trailer still throughout the events of the show because . hello. no where else to go. having you around would drive him CRAZY because you're his ex wife and you're just sauntering around in your underwear and in his clothes and you're so close to him but still SO far away. he cant touch you like he used to or be close with you like he used to be so he's just. ugh. yeah. going insane. and he realises how much he's missed you. like when he found out you wanted a divorce he was in prison so like, yeah. WHATEVER. he probably wont see you again anhway so why the fuck would he care?? *bursts into tears as soon as he gets back to his cell*. so yeah. having you around is hard because not only is he dealing with feeling like you abandoned him (even though it's his own fault) he's also dealing with the fact that he never stopped loving you.

but you really see this change in him as things progress. you see his vulnerability and how broken he really is and how much he needs someone like you to keep him grounded. he always has needed you. yeah he's still cocky and kind of an asshole but he's definitely DIFFERENT. more like the man you knew before the whole peacemaker thing began and less like the man he became after. i think it'd be the perfect opportunity for you to fall in love with him all over again?? like he comes home after a long day with the team and all he wants to do is have a beer with you and talk about anything and everything and it feels just like it did when you were in high school. it actually feels NORMAL and RIGHT and you can laugh and joke with him and just BE. it's NICE. really nice. of course there's the nights where you have to talk him through panic attacks and deal with his nightmares about what happened in corto maltese. deep talks about the divorce and everything that happened before and he'd probably confide in you that he does genuinely all the things he said and did before he went to prison, and that if he knew what he was doing would end in him losing you then maybe he'd have reconsidered (just maybe. because. bro was deep in it).

and like being so worried about him when you hear about what happened with the butterflies and rushing into his hospital room and kissing him right then and there because you're scared and he's trying to assure you that he's fine but he could've DIED and you can't lose him again, not now. not after you've just got him back.

also i feel like you'd make good friends with vigilante while he's gone. like you cannot convince me that guy wasn't constantly checking on you while chris was gone, even after the divorce like he'd be turning up at the trailer to a. see how things are going and b. check if chris is back yet (with the mask on, obviously). and you'd promise to call him when chris is back in town. so when he turns up at the trailer and you and vig are talking like old friends chris is like wait what??? why are you two so friendly??? did you fuck my ex wife while i was gone??? and he's like NO DUDE THAT'S YOUR EX WIFE! (he's loyal like that). and like. you siding with vigilante when he and chris bicker would wind chris up to NO END ("you're supposed to be my ex wife? why do you NEVER take my side?" "EX wife chris. EX.")

#everyone be quiet liz is speaking

[foreversecrets]

What Burrows in the Boroughs: 7

What Burrows in the Boroughs Masterlist

Rating: Mature

Summary: Riley was just a 25 year old working full time as a nanny to pay her expense of being a medical student when she meets Sarah Rogers and her very attractive father, her life takes some interesting turns after that.

Pairing: Mob Steve Rogers x OC

Status: Ongoing

His home office had never felt so tense before, typically he kept the menial tasks for home, not wanting overwhelming situations to darken his home. But this is somehow worse than his day-to-day dealings, because he isn’t equipped to handle this. A broken promise, the darkest parts of him revealed to the one person he wants to only see the best in him. 

“Steven,” she enters, freshly showered but her eyes are still red and puffy from the evening's events. Her use of his full name sinks his heart even further. He doesn’t know what to expect or what to do, he was prepared to comfort her but now he needs answers. “Can I come in?” he nodes and she makes herself comfortable on the sofa. 

Silence permeates the air until she puts grabby hands out for him. Hesitatingly he rises from his desk to sit beside her on the sofa, the distance meant to give them both room to think. But his attempt to be understanding is thwarted by her moving to straddle his lap and wrap her arms around his torso, face nuzzling against his neck. She’s hurting and he’s the one she wants for comfort-not necessarily to magically solve everything but to just be there and that knowledge allows him to relax slightly. 

“Riley, we should talk about what happened tonight.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to tell you I love you for the first time like that. It just kinda happened.”

A smile spreads to his lips but he refuses to let her distract him, “Not what I was referring to.”

“No? Then maybe I should offer someone else my heart.” She’s teasing, maybe that should be a good sign but even as she does she wiggles in his lap like she is going to get up and distance herself. He holds on tighter. “I lost my best friend today, not much else to say.”

He urges her to meet his gaze, “Babydoll, I’m talking about you learning of the Howling Commandos.”

“It wasn’t-” she sighs. “I figured it was the thing you weren’t ready to discuss.”

“I wasn’t, I was afraid I’d lose you.” The earnest tinner to his words pulls at her heart, part of her feeling guilty for not reassuring him enough of how solid their connection was but a bigger part knows he has hurts that have nothing to do with her and everything to do with his life experiences. 

“You won’t, not for this.” She vowed, meeting his eyes and speaking with such conviction there isn’t even a drop of doubt.

“How did you find out?”

“I took Becca to the park last week and when I went to the street vender there was this weird guy with an eye patch wearing all black-”

“Eye patch?” Steve conceals his anger at Fury’s antics and Sam’s failure to mention the encounter. 

“Weird right?” she chuckles. “Anyway there was an image in the newspaper he was reading. On one of the bikes was the same circles surrounding a star like the one you have engraved on the front of your desk. The title referenced the Commandos and I started connecting the dots.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“From what I read about your group, you guys don’t act without reason and that reason almost always seems to be for the betterment of the community.”

“It’s not always so cut and dry.”

“I imagine but it changes nothing between us.” She nuzzles against him again like she’s some animal but he knows well enough that her love language is physical touch, something that he’s quickly adapting to. “Right?”

“I love you, never doubt that but some things are going to need to change for safety.” 

“Like what?”

“For starters, I’d like one of my guys to accompany you whenever you aren’t with me or at home.”

“Steve-”

“My friends here tonight are part of my world-that provides you with more safety but Nat did some research on Audrey-she’s part of a rival crew.”

“And now that I’ve spurned her, I’ve made an enemy of them.” Riley concludes. “What else needs to change?”

“Well, it’s more something that I’d like to change.” his cheeks pink slightly as he continues. “I’d like you to move in with us.” 

#mob boss steve rogers #emotional manipulation #stalking #childbirth #unplanned pregnancy #cheating #implied cheating #divorce #marriage #motherhood #pregnancy #alternate universe #steve rogers #steve rogers x oc

[synthetickitsune]

Saw this and thought of an angsty soulmate!au (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) 

Kanghyun and his s/o are bestfriends from diaper days. They've been inseparable since then so eventually their relationship blossomed into a romantic one as they grew up. But in this world, soulmates exit and you’ll be able to see a red sting attached on your pinkies once you interact with them for the first time. Sadly, they’re not each other’s soulmates if you base it on this. Still, they both thought what they had was much more special. Much stronger and real than destiny and fate. They always felt like god just forgot to tie the red strings on each of their pinkies before sending them down on earth because they really do have a special bond. Not until kanghyun met his soulmate. S/o noticed that he was drifting far from her despite being with him physically everyday. It turns out it was because of his soulmate who he couldn’t seem to ignore and get out of his mind. S/o now doesn't know if she should fight for her happiness... or his happiness. “Maybe we are soulmates, not just in the sense we want it to be. Hopefully in the next life?” T n T

Oh! this is not a request btw~ please feel free to write about this (and hurt me in every way possible) if it tingled something in your inspiration bank~ but if it didn’t, please don't feel the need to force yourself to write about it! Much love ♡

Oh, anon, I love you... What do you mean if it didn't - I love pain, this is just what I needed 🥲

(Tbh my first thought was immediately to sprinkle some hanahaki on top too because why not? Just imagine the shock (but not really) as the s/o starts coughing up the petals. It's just getting worse each day and it starts to hurt - but what's more painful: the actual, physical pain of the blossoms in s/o's chest or how easy it's to hide the condition from Hyungu in the rare and brief moments they spend together? At least the s/o can wonder about how to deal with the situations instead of how fate did them so wrong. And maybe Hyungu will once notice, and maybe it's going to be too late then to do anything, the s/o having procrastinated too much, unable to even consider no longer feelings anything towards Hyungu. Or maybe they get rid of the flowers and their feelings and they both spend the rest of their lives with their soulmates, only briefly passing each other on the street with pained smiles that don't meet their eyes and wondering what could've been ♡)

But I couldn't just not write anything about this, I really do love you~

“Maybe we are soulmates, not just in the sense we want it to be. Hopefully in the next life?”

You’re surprised by how steady and strong your voice sounds despite having screamed it raw in the previous couple days. You nudge the pebble at your feet with the tip of your shoe, anything just to avoid looking at him or your hands, kept behind your back, and your pinkie devoid of the red string that you know hangs from Hyungu’s.

His stammers of no-s barely register in your brain. They don’t matter anyway. What can they change? What can his feelings change in the face of destiny? And it’s not like they’re as strong as they used to be…

“Look at me,” he pleads, his body sagging as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. It’s like you’re children again. When you close your eyes and hold your breath, you can almost persuade yourself you’re five again and Hyungu’s pulled a little too hard on your hair without meaning to and ripped out a couple of them. Maybe you’re just still unaware that they’ll grow back and what’s breaking your heart is choosing between going bald and losing Hyungu. But you need to breathe. You need to see.

So you do, meeting his tearful gaze. You want to hold him, be held by him, and you know you can do that. Only it somehow doesn’t feel right, knowing he belongs to someone else on a much deeper, purer level. You don’t wanna taint that bond with your unrequited feelings.

“Don’t say that like it’s a goodbye,” his voice drops and you almost wish the wind would drown it out, “It’s a promise, right?”

He roughly rubs the tears away from his eyes and cheeks. You wish you could cry, you feel the tears burn in your eyes but they just won’t come out. It’d be more merciful if he stayed quiet. If he just stopped seeing you altogether. It’d hurt, but not as much as it hurt watching him first become distant, then go day, then days without seeing him. Or as much as it hurts now - waiting for him to make time for you, try to act like he always used to for a couple hours, and then disappear again. You squeeze your own hand. 

“You’ve already abandoned me, Hyungu,” you say gently, and there’s no resentment, no anger, just resignation, “I know I can’t understand. It’s no one's fault, it’s just how things are meant to be. But it hurts.” You take a shaky breath before you continue.

“This is where I’m drawing a line. I can’t go on like this, not now,” you sigh. Maybe you were wrong about the crying? “Let’s meet again later - later. When we’re both more settled. When… If… you can be yourself without your soulmate, just for a while.”

He shakes his head, reaching for you and this time you’re too weak not to fall into his arms.

“I’d never abandon you,” he sniffs, “It’ll be just like when we had to go to different camps, right? Like when you had to go to stay with grandma for two weeks? When we meet, it’ll be like nothing changed. We’ll still be best friends and we’ll talk like we’ve never parted, right?”

You don’t want to hear the begging undertones in his voice. You don’t want the hope. You want him to be right.

#💌 non nons~ #onewe #kanghyun #onewe reactions #onewe scenarios #onewe imagines #kanghyun angst #onewe angst #onewe x reader #kanghyun x reader #drabble #angst

[seokmins]

So sending this on anon to not like completely dox myself lol but I’m from a country (not Korea) that has mandatory military service and like it’s really not as deep as 4rmy are making it seem like I guess I can’t fully speak on the experience in Korea but in my country celebs that are doing their service do like office jobs not going out to war idk maybe I’m biased but I just like don’t see what the big deal is lol, like yeah it sucks for fans that they can’t promote but it’s not like they fall off the face of the earth we still see male idols during their service occasionally

You're exactly correct, it really isn't that deep. From what I've gathered, a lot of armies speaking abt it have 0 idea how any of it works and a good majority have gotten so codependent upon the group that they don't know how to function and instead seem to be lashing out or smth. Really it's truly mind boggling to me! Like, I'm not invalidating anyone's sadness or even disappointment but for me, it's the being malicious to other groups and even the country/what is life going be like now kind of mentality that bugs me.

And you're right! No one really goes to combat from my understanding anyways and either Baekhyun or Shownu or both or someone else just did the public service kind of duties. And like some of that is for health reasons while others DO wanna do the whole physical training thing. To each their own! Like istg bts aren't going to be dropped on a deserted island for 2-3 years w/o any outside contact 😭 it'll just be quieter and slower for them which I think is actually gonna be really, really healthy for everyone involved.

And just imagine like being an office intern/worker and Namjoon walks in and says hi 😭 ALSO A PSA FOR INTERNATIONAL ARMIES TO JUICE AND OIL THEIR BRAINS AND NOT ROMANTICIZE ANY OF THAT PLS 😭 I beg of u. I'm actually gonna start being scared when army catch on to how tasty men are in their natural state 😩

#Western celebs disappear for 5 years and then come back w/ a banger or they're like married and have 10 children or smth #Anyways ty anon ur so nice and calm and collected I love u <3 #Love intellectuals around here #elv's inbox #nonny 🎭

[harrypotterhogwartshitpost]

My antipsychotics make me have really weird dreams sometimes- the last two nights have featured Hogwarts Mystery characters, but last nights stood out the most. So I'll try to describe it the best I can.

Warning- you're in for a wild ride.

There is no set up, we simply spawn in this environment.

First, all of this is ice/snow themed. Think the Ice Vault x Celestial Ball from Hogwarts Mystery. We're on a dance floor of some kind. Like the celestial ball, but Ice Vault themed. The camera pans over the dance floor. Penny Haywood's dancing with her snow themed dress. Ben Copper is in the corner. There's various other students filling out the dance floor. Bill Weasley is notably by the refreshment's table. Dressed in actual ball attire this time, instead of his usual button down and khaki pants.

Suddenly we're looking through my eyes. The end of the dance hall starts morphing into a open concept conference room type deal. That goes on to morph into my bathroom. (a half bath in a master bedroom.) While we're in this section, a new in game event has been dropped! It appears in front of everyone, like we are characters in an actual video game and it's popping up on the player's screen. It's a collect stars event! and the prize is a blueberry flavored kang vape oonestick. My sectionleader from my senior year on drumline looks at the event pop-up and comments that that's his favorite flavor. (I don't know if that's true or not).

(All of this is real life context) In my bathroom is my bathroom mirror, which opens up to reveal a little medicine cabinet. inside that medicine cabinet is my "vape graveyard". Aka an old tampon box full of a years worth of dead vapes. Because I know you're not really supposed to just throw them away because they contain batteries. But I also don't really know what to do with them. And yeah everyone else just throws their disposables away, but its conflicting for me. There's also a three tier shelf above my toilet. It's "baker's rack" style with translucent plastic on each shelf rack.

So we're all super confused about this event. Understandably. Because what the hell? After a few minutes of general confusion someone announces that that vape has been recalled due to cancer. So I and Ben go spreading the word, telling people we see- who are either being really confused by or finding ways to win the vape. The event pop-up is now sitting on my bathroom shelf. My section leader is commenting that he doesn't care it's been recalled for cancer and wants to win it anyway, as he's reaching out, trying to snatch it straight out of the event screen.

Cut from that! We're now back on the dance floor. It's a little cold, from being ice themed. Instead of walls there's hills of snow. Behind that is a starry sky with a big, bright full moon! For unknown reasons, we seem rather discouraged.

The camera switches. We are now looking into the situation from a camera. we continue to be to be discouraged. We're in a red velvet dress. It kinda gives Christmas vibes. The neckline is a V-neck. It has sleeves that hit our wrist. The fabric has a V shape cut into it on both sleeves. Both tied off with small, loose bows. Not made of ribbon, but more of a shoestring material, but thinner, and still matching the color of the velvet. That same type of string cinches the dress at our waist with another long, loose bow. The dress still has a loose silhouette, but that adds a little definition. the skirt of the dress hangs loosely at our knees. We're standing by the refreshments table.

Bill see's us being discouraged and approaches us. He's in an indigo velvet suit (velvet was a common theme in everyone's outfits during the "Ice Ball" portions). Paired with a brown belt and brown shoes. (Do indigo and brown really look good together?)

I know everyone imagines colors differently. So when I say indigo, I mean a bit more on the purple side than the blue side. Like an even mix of midnight blue and royal purple.

The light from the stars and moon in the background makes both of our outfits seem to glow. There are words exchanged between us and Bill (indistinguishable dream dialogue) until he asks "Well then can I dance with you?" It seems to be implied that whoever was supposed to, or we thought was going to be there with us was not there, and that is what we were discouraged about.

We accept. And this thing goes full cinematic mode. like 4k rendered 120fps professionally shot type shit. It starts lightly snowing. He takes our hand and pulls us in close, wrapping his other are around our waist. It pauses on this image, perfectly framed in the center of the full moon in the background. It's that pose where the girl is kinda leaning back with the guy's arm supporting her. After this beautiful picture is captured for what feels like about ten seconds, the camera pans out, showing a birds eye view of the dance floor. It has a big, icy snowflake on it, like the door of the Ice Vault. There's still no walls. Just hills of snow and thousands upon thousands of stars.

We begin dancing. Except instead of the "traditional dancing" you'd expect to see at a ball, we're skating. Except instead of iceskating- like you would expect on this icy dance floor in the middle of snowy hills, we're on roller skates (maybe it was because I never learned how to ice skate, but am really good at rollerskating). It's what you'd expect to see from figure skaters, very flowy and smooth movements. We do some spins periodically. The one where you spin under his arm. Where you spin into his arms. All those good, classic moves.

That goes on until we decide it's time for the dance to end yeet off into the hills. (I swear it's the funniest thing how it happened in my head.) Apparently after the dancing we went sledding. But the camera didn't show us that. All it showed was us flying over a hill, one again perfectly framed in the full moon, where we lose hold of the sled and fall. We don't see us land. It's like a Wiley Coyote falling into a canyon where we just fall out of frame. But it's somehow implied via the feeling of the moment that we landed safely, and had a good laugh about it.

And then it's just that beautifully cinematic sequence of the close-ups and the dancing and the falling on repeat until we wake up.

TLDR; At a Ice Vault themed ball there's a collect stars event for a blueberry vape. After it's recalled for cancer we spend the rest of the ball dancing with Bill Weasley until we Wiley Coyote style fall off of our sled into the snow.

(If you liked that- ask me about the dream where I was working with Skye Parkin and Spencer Reid to solve some very unconnected mysteries. Learn a new game called "banana ball" and then later catapult jump onto powerlines? also part of the cast of Friends was there??)

I could make the whole antipsychotic dreams thing a series.

#I bet by the end you had forgotten about the blueberry vape side-plot #i have no explanation #like I have absolutely no clue #how does my brain come up with these things. #feel free to share this #and feel free to express your questions comments and concerns #its amazingly beautiful #and fucking unhinged #should I keep sharing my dreams #antipsychotic dreams #thatkidnic #harrypotterhogwartsshitpost

[moinsbienquekaworu]

(re: your tags) I feel the same way about graduating hs. I graduated back in 2016, and have had to drop out of college on two separate occasions because of my disabilities. Now my siblings are all either graduating from prestigious colleges or halfway through their programs with top marks, and its very much a. Idk. An "I feel like I didn't do enough" kinda deal. Just about everyone graduates hs from the school I went to. Nobody sees it as an achievement even though that's the furthest some of us ever could go.

Anyway, hi. You're not alone. I'm proud of you for graduating hs, that's a feat in and of itself 💛 it's really impressive that you're trying for a uni degree too, even though you're not sure you want it anymore. I'm proud of you for all the trying stuff, you're doing great, you deserve to have a good time. And, no matter what you decide to do, whether that be continuing despite maybe not being sure about it or dropping it later or whatever you decide to do, im still going to be proud of you for getting this far.

You're doing great, keep up the good work 💛💛

(And if you ever need someone to just listen, my askbox and dms are open at all times, even if it takes me a bit to respond)

(about this post and my tags on it)

That's !! Feeling like you're not even getting started when it should be enough to get you a nice job and allow you to live a simple life is terrible. Because romanticising the past isn't ideal and all, but I can't help but wish I lived in a time where a high school diploma was actually a good education and could land you a nice job, instead of feeling like the beginning.

One of our teachers used to say that, we were a small group and she'd always go "oh graduating hs is just the beginning, all the serious stuff is afterwards if you want a good life, but you're all smart and capable here, I know you'll go far" and this made me feel atrocious, I think you'll see why. I love that woman but that was not the thing to say haha. Tying how far you go into your studies to your intelligence and your worth as a person did not help me at all.

I'm trying to remember I do it because I want to, because literature and english are interesting topics, and that this doesn't determine what I'm worth or even my future. I'm there to have a good time and learn some stuff, Cs get degrees and I'll get somewhere eventually, it's all fine. It's just a bit hard to remember sometimes :')

And obviously, uno reverse card, at least on what's applicable to you haha. I imagine it must suck wanting to go but not being able to, and seeing everyone else succeed where you couldn't. I still kind of wish they gave a medal or just, something tangible at graduation, because the paper doesn't even feel that nice, nobody even signed it it's just a pre-filled template.

#anyway love you so much thank you for that ask #if that brings you comfort one of my friend groups is like half people in uni half people working #and the ones working are having as much of a Time as us #(this is derogatory but hey we're ALL suffering in different ways) #i don't know if this is private and you want me to answer it like privately? #i prefer chucking everything on my blog but i'll private it if you'd rather #wow i have an asks tag now

[willel]

Honest question: what _would_ be the way an unrequited will_>mike crush could work, in your opinion? Cause your post seems to rule out most possible outcomes, so I was wondering how you'd fine with it

I'll start with the words from byler shipper that I read on twitter. "if byler is one sided that doesn't have to be bad"

It doesn't HAVE to be bad, to hear that from someone who ships the ships and can still see a positive in a one sided outcome is what made me relax a little. She's right, it doesn't have to be terrible and my past experienced don't mean much if it's done well.

That said, I'd like to go over the examples I wrote in more detail.

“Lol, they never loved them anyway! It was all a misunderstanding! A joke! Haha! Anyway, they married their TRUE love just now and it’s someone else entirely. Isn’t that great?”

This first example is what happened in the series that shall not be named. For many years, the main character was clearly in love with the other main character, but the final part was released and they ended up with someone else entirely. Not only that, the following content after that went from "It wasn't actually love, it was just a crush." to "It wasn't a crush, it was just admiration." to "It wasn't admiration, they were just using them."

If you're going to go with an unrequited love story, let it be unrequited! Too often these writers try to find a way to "fix" it. Like "Oh they weren't actually in love." Let them be in love. Let the other not reciprocate. It's not that big of a deal don't erase everything that came before. It's not BAD to not have your feelings reciprocated, sometimes it happens.

“Oopsie, this character will never be able to move on and be miserable forever and ever! Boo hoo 😢. TRAGEDY, THEY END THEIR LIFE, THEY’RE DEVASTATED AND HATE EVERYONE”

This is another unrequited love scenario that I just hate. When the feelings aren't mutual, the person turns into a completely out of character dickwad and goes full scorched earth over it. SPECIFICALLY when it is not in that person's character to act that way.

Like if this is a weirdo freaky character that of course would go completely insane when someone says no, that's different than a pretty normal person suddenly going full coo-coo for cocoa puffs over something like this.

It's perfectly within reason, for example, to get upset. Maybe an argument. Some crying. And inevitably distancing yourself maybe. But imagine a character like Will going full "If I can't have you no one can!!!" Yeah hell no. Don't turn characters into psychos please.

“Oh they THOUGHT they were in love but they got over it in literally 2 seconds after they blinked once and GASP! A brand new interest and this time it’s for REAL!”

This one isn't necessarily BAD but it's extremely cliche, especially for the gay best friend trope. Gay best friend doesn't win the best friend over the girl. But le gasp, 5 minutes later gay best friend drops his handkerchief and another gay man picks it up for him and suddenly there is a twinkle in their eyes kind of stuff.

That is cheap, shallow, and lazy, though I feel like this is more of a movie cliche than a tv cliche. Then again, I don't watch that many tv shows. If they're going to be this shallow with it, I'd rather Will didn't like Mike and it starts with someone entirely new instead (this acknowledging that Will most certainly likes Mike)

All that said, what do I think would be ok? Well, it's not really my place to say what is or isn't ok. I'm not a shipper. But as a wanna be writer/artist....

Unrequited love isn't BAD. But if they're going to write this, they need to make it about WILL and him being himself and discovering himself. NOT what he is LOSING. Don't make it about Mike. Don't make it about El. Make it about Will accepting HIMSELF even if he gets rejected. This character arc should not be based on one boy and one boy only (Mike), it should be about boys in general and finally "release" him.

Let's say Will himself has been in denial about his own feelings all this time. "I don't like him like THAT. He's just my bff. And he's a guy. This isn't love. No way. I'm not gay. I'm not what my dad calls me. The bullies aren't right." which I can totally see being the case.

Then, continue this story with Will putting two and two together. "Oh shit, maybe I do... maybe I am... oh no."

Allow him a cathartic release even if he knows what the answer might be. "I know you might not feel the same, but I love you. I wanted to say it before it's too late." (too late in this case being they might die so no regrets) Let him speak the words. Let him reveal himself to the people he cares about. Let him finally get the pat on the shoulder that it's ok even if his love isn't reciprocated.

Coming from the perspective of a Will fan (Byers family fan really), I want this love arc to be about Will finally, FINALLY coming into himself and not letting people run over him. Let him finally say the words and not feel like the awkward 3rd, 4th, and 5th wheel of his friend group. If they all survive this, let him finally have a place in the discussion to talk about his interests like other teenagers do (in this case, with his new sister and Max probably cause they also like boys for the most part)

I want him to be hopeful about his future and finding someone just for him. He shouldn't have to look longingly and sad at Mike for the rest of his life, don't make the misery last forever and ever. The conclusion to all this should be freedom and happiness.

I realized my dread is from the fear that people are only thinking about the ship, and how terrible it would be if the ship fails (which it would be if you ship the ship). I'm also worried how Will's personal arc might slip through peoples fingers if the ship potentially isn't to be. Know what I mean?

I still fear the writing, if the writers can pull off a satisfactory arc like this for Will, but also not make Mike out to be a bad guy or something because they consistently do that when it comes to ships.

Stancy vs Jancy. What did they do? They made Nancy out to be terrible (she wasn't) and to some viewers, made it ambiguous if she cheated or not (she didn't)

Max and El's friendship. What did they do? Made Hopper overly aggressive and unreasonable (cause haha funny). Made Mike and Lucas into complete doofuses (I mean they are kids and can be stoopid but jeez)

To a lesser extent, Lumax and Dustin. What did they do? Made Dustin just as incompetent as Steve even though Dustin didn't really seem that stupid. But again, it wasn't that bad compared to the others.

I feel like, in order to make Will's arc happen, they might go to far and make Mike a jackass or something (ignoring Will almost completely like he's a second thought or be rude to him for no reason). Firstly, I would think Mike would've grown past that because of everything that happened in season 3. If he still didn't learn his lesson from all that..... he is NOT on a good path.

Secondly, it will create more division in the fanbase. You'll have Will fans angry at Mike for ignoring his friends. You'll have Mike fans being overly defensive (as they were after season 3) excusing his bad friend behavior because "Will is annoying". You'll have a portion of the mileven fanbase also getting defensive and upset about "third wheeling" even if Will isn't trying to be a third wheel. You'll have byler fans getting defensive about all of the above and the fighting goes on and on in a cycle it goes.

I know some anons a while back were probably rolling their eyes like "Of course she'd blame all this on the writing" but this is exactly what I'm talking about.

Whether it's a fan or the writing team itself, when you only know how to develop a character or relationship by putting another character down, you start to cause unnecessary rifts. There are gonna be rifts anyway but you're actively making them even worse. You really don't have to do it that way and so I hope they don't.

If I'm still not clear on this, feel free to ask more.

#another long text #about ships #related to the last one #ask

[the-whumpening]

The Freed Tiger | (Ash's Recovery Arc, Part 7)

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CW: self-loathing, metaphor about teeth, alcohol mention, blood mention

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(Evius’ POV)

“Dammit.” Evius slumps forward, letting his head drop into his hands.

How could he be so careless? So callous? He knew Ash was struggling—couldn’t his stupid curiosity have waited just a little longer?

He won’t go after Ash.

He just needs some time, Evius reasons. Time without me butting in and making everything worse.

Guilt gnaws at his gut, an aching sensation that only grows with each mistake. If only they’d gotten to him faster, if only he’d never made an enemy of Ozmund, if only . . . if only he’d never roped Ash into any of this.

Ash could’ve been happy, back in Solmar with Kane and Elias, with his rescued siblings, even—Evius’ heart squeezes at the thought—with Uma. They could’ve married, made little tiger-orc babies, had a safe and loving life together.

Why did he have to ruin it all?

“Are . . . you alright?”

The bony hand on his shoulder snaps him out of his spiraling thoughts. Mouse offers a concerned smile, her eyes sweeping the room.

“Where’s Ash?”

Evius huffs out a heavy sigh and rubs his face with his hands. “He left.”

Mouse’s grip on his shoulder tightens, her petite bone-fingers digging into his muscle. “He what now?” She shakes Evius until he spins around to face her; only then does she notice the hollowness of his eyes. “Why aren’t you going after him? What’s the matter with you?!”

“It’s my fault, Mouse!” he snaps, but a swell of shame pulls him back down just as quickly. “I doubt he’d want me chasing after him, not while he’s raged and scared like that. He’s safe here, anyway; he’ll blow off his steam and come back when he’s ready.”

In his spiral of self-hate, he barely notices as Mouse heads to the doorway until she shouts down the hall, “KRUMGUS! WE GOT BEER FOR YOU!” Evius squints in confusion, but it takes only a moment before the heavy, thudding steps of the dwarf race into the kitchen.

“Did someone say something about beer?” he asks through panting breaths. “Oh—hey, Evius. Was that Ash running out of the house a minute ago?”

“You knew?!” Mouse screeched. “What is wrong with you two?! Ash is your friend! He needs you! And you’re just gonna let him storm off alone, after all this?” Nostrils flaring and eyes crazed, she forces herself to sit down at the table. “Somebody better give me a good explanation, or else I’m kicking both your asses.”

Krumgus hovers closer, touching his fingertips together. “So, like, is that a ‘no’ on the beer, or . . . ?”

Ignoring Krumgus, Evius collects himself and addresses Mouse.

“Look, Mouse, it’s . . . complicated,” he sighs. It feels like pulling his own teeth to wrench the truth out of himself; he’d do anything for it all to just go back to normal, when Ash was his happy, sweet self again—and when Evius wasn’t drowning in his own guilt.

Mouse crosses her arms. “I’m listening.”

I guess telling the truth is “anything,” isn’t it, he laments. Evius ties the string to his rotted tooth, and—pushing past the burning shame—yanks.

“Fine.” His sickle-shaped tail flicks anxiously beneath his chair. “When Ash got hurt the other day, you and I both saw those burns, right? And it seemed like they were older than they should have been.”

“I remember. All his injuries seemed old.”

“Right. Well, that’s because . . . They are. We experienced him being gone as just a few weeks. But for Ash . . .” The words feel stuck in his throat, but he keeps tugging. “He said it was nearly a year. I suspect Ozmund altered his sense of time, or maybe kept him on some demi-plane where time passes differently.”

“Can he—can he do that? Like, is he that powerful?” A sliver of fear sneaks into Mouse’s voice.

Evius nods solemnly. “He’s older and more powerful than you can even imagine. The only thing holding him back is the fact that the Fae Queen owns his soul. That’s why he tried to pawn me off—to get out of his deal with her, trade my soul for his. Listen”—he reaches out a shaky hand to her—“Ozmund is completely without mercy, without conscience. Whatever he did to Ash . . .”

He shakes his head, the dimples in his cheeks pulling tight with his grimace.

“I shouldn’t have pressed,” he continues. “I should’ve given him more time—let him talk about it when he was ready. It was too much, too soon.” His fingers instinctively wind around his own curls, twisting and untwisting with nervous energy.

“I mean, I do think we needed to know that—there’s a pretty huge difference between a few weeks and a whole year,” Mouse admits. “So . . . don’t be too hard on yourself for that. But I also think there might be more to this you’re not sharing. Did he say anything else?”

It takes all of Evius’ will to sit under her stare, to not turn invisible and skulk away.

Yank, yank, yank

He sighs. “Okay. Yeah. There is.” Yank. He can almost taste the blood in his mouth. “He said . . . He gave up. That Ozmund broke him. Ozmund made him think that, that we . . . that we’d never come for him.” His throat is thick, his voice warbling and halting. “And why wouldn’t he believe it, you know? In his mind, he’d been left there for months, in pain and suffering. Alone, while Ozmund burned him—”

Across the table, a heavy wooden chair scrapes the ground. Krumgus hops to his feet and slings his axe over his shoulder.

“Where are you going?” Evius chokes.

“Well, it sounds to me like we’ve got a missing tiger to hunt. I mean, he’s alone out there right now, isn’t he?” Krumgus replies easily.

Mouse pushes back from the table as well, offering a hand to Evius. “He’s right. If we don’t go after him now, when he’s scared and alone again, aren’t we just doing what Ozmund said would happen? We couldn’t save him fast enough last time—but now we can. Come on.”

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[daedreamingghosts]

Hey^^, so I read your dad ghost x daughter reader, and I really enjoyed it, so I wanted to ask if you could write general headcannons for x daughter reader. It doesn't have to be ghost specifically if you'd rather write for someone else.

hii :D I did all of 141 so apologies that it took so long :) ♡ Hope you enjoy it! Have a good day/night lovely's ♡

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Simon 'Ghost' Riley:

I am 100% biased but he'd be the best dad ever. (even if in the beginning he didn't believe it)

Definitely got closer to you as you grew up, like from the age of about five he became your bodyguard/buddy but before that, he just saw you as this small fragile thing that would break if he moved the wrong way. It wasn't until you'd come back inside from playing with a bloody knee from scraping the pavement saying how you hoped you'd get a 'cool scar like daddy's ones' did he realize you were your own little person now.

He'd teach you everything he could, how to defend yourself, football (soccer), anything and everything he could.

He'd be so gentle even after you'd grown up. He wants to shield you from the world, from the bad in it. 100% did everything he wished his father would have.

He'd be so overprotective for your whole life doesn't matter if your five or 25 he's still by your side being 'scary dog privilege' aka scaring anyone in your general field of view.

He'd never let you have boys over.

If he did let them study (BIG IF), he'd be there lurking around the living room (where he'd force you to stay). I'd be very surprised if any boy stayed longer than 20 minutes before backing out even if you were just friends Ghost is just too scary. If however, a boy can deal with the death glares and snarky mumbles, Simon didn't know whether to have slight respect or even more worried. 'Damn kids got balls... the fuck am I gonna do now, that usually works'. 😧🤺🤺

I can imagine how if you got into trouble for standing up to some bullies (totally not based on a story I'm currently making👀) where the headmaster had to call Simon in it'd be hilarious. A squeaky old headmaster ranting about the rules you broke to a 6'4 military man who didn't see anything wrong with what you did.

100% if you got in a fight he'd be the 'who won?' parent.

John 'Soap' MacTavish:

Soap, your dad? Nah that's your best friend.

He's the dad who just can not remember any of your friends. 'Oh hi, nice to meet you!😁' 'Dad you've met them before. We've been friends for the last 5 years🤨' 'Oh. Really?'

When you were little he got you both matching outfits <3

He goes all out on every holiday no matter what. Decorates the house, buys all the food for the holiday, dresses up every time, and forces you to join him.

He's the dad that is SO easy to talk to about absolutely anything. Even if it's something you're not allowed to do; if you had a crush and wanted him to drive you to the movies if you sneak out and have no ride home. If you called him, he doesn't care whether it's 6pm or 4am he's picking you up and getting food on the way home.

Personally, I think he's a very chill dad if he knows/ finds out you're doing something he told you not to, he just settles with the fact that you felt comfortable enough to tell him anyway. Tries to prioritize your relationship with him rather than being the 'normal' strict parent.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick:

I imagine Dad!Gaz was a young single dad, who barely knew what he was doing.

He'd be the guy to call his mother/sister/grandmother 24/7 asking 'hey uh she rolled over in bed idfk if that means something!?!?' at like 3am

he'd be SO worried about you as a baby, something that fragile... he definitely had nightmares about dropping you or sum.

He 100% is the type to record EVERYTHING his little girl does, showing them to the team.

When she's a teenager, he definitely acts more like a best friend than a dad,

however, if you're having trouble at school with bullies or someone breaks your heart, it's scary how quick he can turn from bestie 🤪✌️ to Sergeant Kyle Gaz Garrick 👺💪.

Will support you on ANYTHING. That man is on your side, no doubt. Want to take ballet classes? he'll pay sweetie. Want to play a sport instead? He'll be there watching as much as he can. Failing classes? He's right next to you trying to help. Want to drop out? He'll help you look for a first job. Whatever it is, he's there with you<3

Captain John Price:

100% gave you some of his beer or bourbon to try when you were like 8 years old, 'aye you asked for some, didn't say it was gonna be good.'

Very sweet dad tho. Makes sure you have everything you need. Whether it be your favorite snacks while doing the shopping or making sure that one stain is out of your favorite sweater.

Sucks at helping you with your homework. 'What do you mean that's not how you do it anymore? How can they change math?'

Will accidentally make you cry trying to help understand math questions... you know what I'm talking about.

Learns all your best friends' names, is the best host for having a sleepover (all your friends always want to stay at your place). Has snacks for you all, always gets takeout for you and your friends, lets you stay up if y'all wanted to, 'your fault if you all feel like shit in the morning'. Makes waffles in the morning (or pancakes if ur lame 😒)

Protective over you with boys but not nearly as much as Ghost. He'd give you the least awkward sex talk than all the others. 'just remember I was your age once too- Haha yes a long time ago.'

Would definitely show you off to Laswell showing her all the 'facebook mom' photos he'd taken of you.

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