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lfghughes · 1 year

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Half My Fault

a/n: hahaha why am i such a simp for these kind of storylines. Also thank you to the anon who requested this. Peep that John ft though, i had to

You had met Nico years ago through a mutual friend and by that you meant you had dated one of his friends. You were all in the same friend group and over the years you had become close to Nico, he had been someone you had come to trust and he genuinely became one of your friends. When you and your boyfriend ended up splitting it rocked the friend group, many of them choosing him in the break up but Nico didn’t play that game. He continued being friends with him but also you.

Your friendship with each other had only grown after that, now you two were spending a lot of time on your own versus being in a group. Then one night things had escalated slightly to a point where you realized there were shared feelings. What you didn’t want was for Nico to lose his friendship with his friend because of this and he also was conflicted about the whole situation so you both decided it was better to remain as friends.

Even though this was decided everyone still thought there was something more there with the way you two acted. You never crossed the line with one another but you were both affectionate. His hand usually finding your lower back when he was walking through crowds with you. Snuggling on your couch or his while watching a movie. But there were never any more kisses or anything past just that.

It worked but slowly over the past few weeks you had noticed Nico distancing himself a little bit and before one of his games you came to learn why. He had stopped by your place after his practice and invited you to his game later. “By the way, I’ve been seeing someone. She’s going to be there tonight too. It’s her first time but I figured you could kind of hang out and show her around so she doesn’t get too overwhelmed.” You smiled and nodded your head at him but there was a dull pain in your heart from his words.

Nico had gotten you both seats close to the tunnel they came out of and you were trying your best in talking to the girl he had been seeing but it was hard. You knew you had no right to be upset or jealous but you were. The game came and went and you were proud of your best friend for playing a good, so much so that he won first star of the night but you saw the way he looked up at her. The way he winked at her as he walked out to the ice and you were sick to your stomach.

Yet you still held yourself together as you showed her where he would be after the game. You felt like you were out of your body, just wanting to be home so you could cry about all of it but you needed to act normal. When Nico came out, he hugged you and then moved on to her before you all walked outside to the parking lot. His arm remained around her as you watched all the little things he did so naturally. The way he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the way he smiled down at her.

“Hey, we’re all going out for some drinks, want to come? You can ride with us.” Nico told you, turning around to look at you but you shook your head. “It’s kind of late, I’m tired so I’m going to go home.” Before he could try to convince you otherwise you started walking the opposite way back to your car. You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t even see Marino until you crashed into him. “Oh sorry..” You started and he shook off your apology. “It’s okay.” John told you and then his eyebrows furrowed a little. “Are you not going with Nico? We’re all going out.”

“I don’t feel good, I just need to get home.” A look of concern passed his face as he pointed back at his car. “I can drive you home real quick if you want.” You shook your head at his offer “I have my car it’s fine.” But he was clearly worried about you and wouldn’t drop it. “I can pick you up tomorrow and come get it with you but I don’t think you should drive home if you’re not feeling good. Trust me, I’ll hate if I let you go and something happens.”

You ended up agreeing with him because you were barely thinking already and so maybe this was the safest option. He dropped you off at your place and you immediately curled up on the couch in the comfort of all your blankets. A hour had probably passed since John had dropped you off when you heard the doorbell ring. Checking your camera because it was late you saw that it was just Nico so you went and opened the door. “What are you doing here?” You asked and he looked at you like it was a ridiculous question.

“You told me you were tired but John told me at the bar he drove you home because you weren’t feeling good. He said he was really worried about you. What happened?” Of course John had expressed his concern, why wouldn’t he? “It’s nothing. I just didn’t drink a lot of water.” Nico knew these were all excuses and he showed it clearly on his face. “This is because I’m seeing someone, isn’t?” Silence was all he got from you.

“That’s not fair, you decided we shouldn’t be something more and you can’t get upset when I find someone.” You held up your hand, stopping him from going on. “We decided not me.” Last you had checked this was something he had agreed to. “I agreed with you because it’s what you wanted but I could care less about what he thinks of me because I’m in love with you.” Silence filled the air between you again, shock at his words.

You closed the space off between the two of you and pressed your lips to his, his hands going to the sides of your face and holding you there. The kiss proving everything he just said and so much more. This felt right, more right than you could have imagined. You pulled away slightly, looking at him. “What about the girl from tonight?” You asked and he scratched the back of his head. “The minute John said something was wrong I went back to her and broke things off. She’s not you.”

#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier imagine

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mariejordans · 3 months

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i honestly don’t even know where to begin with this post, so i guess i’ll start with hi! sorry, i’ve been gone so long, though probably most of you didn’t even notice i was gone lol. sorry for not giving any warning to my absence, and i am especially sorry to the mutuals who have reached out to me that i haven’t responded to. i was and still am struggling with anxiety and depression and towards the new year it was getting to be a bit much for me, so i decided to take a mental health break from social media.

i’d honestly been contemplating coming back, but today i received a dm from someone with a link to a post that was accusing me of bullying and creating fake accounts to bully other people in this fandom. first of all, i would like to emphasize that this is not true. attached below is a screenshot of all the blogs that i own (EDIT 2/9/24: i have since deleted the screenshot for my own privacy and i believe that since i made this post, there has been more than enough evidence to clear my name.) milfsociety is my main account, which i have linked before on this blog and many of my mutuals also follow me on my main, and the rest of them are just me saving my old usernames or other sideblogs that i rarely use, but all of them have been inactive for two months at least.

i do NOT condone bullying ever, and to be continually accused of it by this person is very disheartening. it started with this post (seen below) that i made back in november after seeing a post discrediting marie as the main character of gen v. i admit that my language was probably a bit harsher than was necessary, but honestly my intention was not to send hate to op (which is why i never tagged it with any gen v related tags) but to defend marie. it also wasn’t meant to be solely specific to this one person but as a general post because at the time, there were lots of accounts discrediting marie and to be honest, i was just kinda venting bc of how sick of it i was. (also, just to mention, i have intentionally left out their username because the last thing i want is to send hate to this person.) this was the only post i made on the topic and later i heard that apparently op blocked me afterward (which does not offend me in the slightest since i have since done the same thing) so this honestly should have been the end of it.

i honestly hadn’t given this post a second thought until a little under a month later i received this ask out of nowhere, accusing me of ableism and bullying. i replied to this ask, which i will link here. honestly this ask came as a complete shock to me, because i had honestly forgotten all about my previous post.

i responded to anon and in the reply i apologized to their friend for my hurtful comments and expressed that it was never my intention to attack anyone, especially anyone with a disability, which i did not know about when i initially made the first post. i also explained my side, stating why i made the post in the first place, which i still stand by. originally, i had linked their post in my reply, which in hindsight was a mistake that i regret and i should’ve known better. again, my last intention ever is to spread hate and negativity or to bully anyone, so i deleted the link when i was asked by a third party. this person has also since deleted that post about marie entirely.

shortly after i posted the reply, i guess i can only assume that whoever anon was told them about the reply. i’m honestly not sure if they’ve ever actually read this reply or not, but they made a response to my reply, accusing me of harassment and bullying. honestly, it really confused me at the time, since i’d only made two posts in reference to them, and one was a reply to an ask, but we ended up having a third party account who was mutuals with both of us acting as a mediator to settle things and i genuinely wanted to move on from the situation. we both had each other blocked and it seemed to me that anon was just trying to instigate more drama between us, so i thought it best to just leave it at that. i was also going through some mental health issues at the time (unrelated to this situation even though it didn’t help) and had been considering taking a break from tumblr, and so i thought it would be best to just go inactive for a while.

this is honestly the first time i’ve used tumblr in the two months since i’ve been gone, so i have no idea what else has been happening regarding any other blogs and this person, but apparently i am being named as the sole instigator here and i just wanted to once and for all clear up this issue and my name. i’m honestly not sure if this person will see this post or if they’ll even accept it as truth. i can’t force them or anyone to believe me as i really don’t know what else i’d have to do to prove that i don’t have any other secret accounts other than making this post.

i will probably continue to be inactive on this account as i think it is in everyone’s best interest. i never wanted to contribute or start any drama in this fandom, but i feel like i am partially responsible in how this situation has turned out, so i would also like to apologize to you all as well. i’ve never had an account of mine get as big as this one has (thank you to everyone who liked and supported my silly little ramblings!) and i can honestly say i have had the best time interacting and fangirling with you all about this show and these characters that i love so much and i will continue to enjoy and love gen v and marie from afar!

goodbye for now,

rose (aka mariejordans)

#gen v #heronamedhawks #update this user is actually a racist transphobic piece of shit so please block them and do not give them any more of your attention

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babybells123 · 13 days

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I love how you’re like like oh I love all of the asoiaf girlies Arya, Sansa Dany but you only ever talk about Sansa and jonsa. Like why are you lying.

Hey anon :)

I’ve actually mentioned in that post that I talk about Jonsa and Sansa a lot more because those are the blogs that I primarily follow (and thus, they come up on my feed a lot more). Sansa is my favourite character, I think that’s pretty clear. But the reason I don’t post about Dany and Arya a whole lot (though I have reblogged about them, which I’m sure you’ve noticed as you seem to have obsessively scrolled) is because I have lots of arya and dany blogs blocked since unfortunately they tend to have sansa/Jonsa hate and I don’t really want to see that. I also mentioned in that post for anyone to recommend me some blogs that don’t foster sansa or jonsa hate, but no one responded with any so I just left it at that.

In any case, you don’t know me so I don’t know why this page bothers you. - I DO love all asoiaf girls - but I prefer to not interact with certain stans since negativity is something I’d very much prefer not to encounter :p I have an asoiaf TikTok where I post equally about characters, so there’s that. In that original pinned post, I had a j*nrya shipper come into my notes and essentially act very condescending towards me for shipping Jonsa. It left quite a bad taste in my mouth and was vitriolic for no reason, (and they actually blocked me when I provided reasoning + evidence which is …funny to say the least). I come onto tumblr to read metas , view beautiful fanart and edits, and converse with my *wonderful* mutuals. I do not come on here to argue, to hate, to bully, to provoke discourse - it’s just not in my nature and I’ll only speak on something if it’s presented to me unabashed or in my actual mentions. Otherwise I don’t venture into anti-tags and even just avoid pro - arya or pro - dany tags since I’ve seen lots of hatred to sansa and Jonsa on there and frankly ? I’m not interested. I’d love to follow some blogs that appreciate or are at the very least respectful about all these characters so if you can point some out to me lovely anon, that would be great :) It’s been a while since I’ve read a good arya or dany meta.

Now, in terms of characters - I believe I’m one of those rare asoiaf fans who are appreciative of all female characters for what they are. I’ve mentioned sansa, dany and arya are my favs - and this is due to complexity, nuance and the unique beauty and meaning to their stories. I enjoy them in different ways, and I appreciate them for different reasons.

To address the crux of your statement, which is relatively hateful, bitter, and condescending - I’m really not sure why you’re here? You seem the only person who has a problem with my page. There are numerous blogs dedicated to arya and/or dany. If you could read properly, my op post states that they are among my favourite characters *but I post primarily about Jonsa and Sansa for the reasons I stated above.*

I urge you to turn your biased glasses off and go back to your side of the fandom , where I’m sure you’ve come from just to …what? Hate? Call me a liar? (And I’m gaging its because I ship Jonsa and love Sansa…as is the pattern with these types of asks) in any case I have 40 followers on this blog, it’s a place for me to come share my thoughts on my most favourite book series of all time. I’m sick of people making assumptions about me when they don’t even know me.

Anyway anon, have a good day/night and perhaps follow blogs that you like and agree with!

🌹🏹

#asks #anti asoiaf fandom #sansa stark #I really don’t understand why I need to justify myself on my blog #I’m posting and rebloging about things I’m interested in

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duckymcdoorknob · 2 years

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Could I have an emergency request please? I feel like I still have to be nice about it.

Not only is a triple blow, but I’ve relapsed, another time with my eating disorder and had suicidal thoughts from family. It’s just getting so bad and loud again I’m so sorry.

Could I have Reki kyan comforting his s/o with this kind of problem?

Hell yes you can.

I’m pushing this up so far because Reki is such a comfort character and I FEEL EXACTLY AS YOU DO RN.

I’m so damn proud of you for reaching out to me. Please let me know if you need anything at all.

I love you, anon.

CW BELOW THE CUT: ED behaviors, Suic1dal Thoughts.

𝑅𝑒𝑘𝑖 𝐾𝑦𝑎𝑛

Anyone who sees you and Reki together will immediately argue that the two of you are soulmates.

You both fit like peas in a pod, mutually loving and supporting each other no matter the issue. So, when you suddenly distanced yourself from him, Reki was instantly concerned.

His attempts to keep his daily life at bay failed, for he was only worried about you and what was eating you.

Mr. Oka noticed, telling him to take a few days off. So, he hung out at Sia La Luce during the evenings. He met with his friends, mind swimming.

Langa and Miya noticed, asking him if he had been taking care of himself. Shadow noticed, offering to fight whoever Reki needed him to. Finally, Joe and Cherry noticed, the pink-haired male cutting into the thick tension.

“Reki, what could be causing you so much stress?”

“(Y/N).” He answered breathlessly, taking his head through his hands, “They’ve disappeared on me. I haven’t spoken to them in about three days, and I’m just so worried about them I-“

“I saw them yesterday.” Langa interrupted suddenly, “They were at our spot in the park last night. I tried to say hi, but they ignored me. If I’m being honest, they’re probably there again tonight.”

Reki’s eyes widened as he jumped out of his seat, immediately looking to Joe for permission.

“Go, Kiddo. I’ll keep your plate warm.” The man said, wrapping the boy in a jacket.

Reki wasted no time grabbing his own jacket, in the event that you would need one, and raced to the park on his skateboard. To his relief, you were exactly where Langa said you were.

“(Y/N)!” He called, sprinting toward you, “Sweetheart, hey, can you hear me?”

You look up at him, shivering violently with tears in your eyes. Your boyfriend carefully placed the jacket on your shoulders. He sat down on the bench next to you, “I’m here when you’re ready to talk to me, love.”

Instead of talking, you simply fell forward into his chest and let out all of your lamentations. Reki held you securely, rubbing the top of your head with one hand, and holding your waist with another. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you. It’s alright.” He whispered.

Your love held you as you finally were able to cry out all of the pent up troubles. You inevitably stained his signature yellow hoodie, but he couldn’t give two shits right now.

“Reki I-I’m… I’m so sorry,” you whimpered.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.” Your boyfriend reassured you, “Keeping stuff inside will just tear you apart eventually.”

“I- I don’t.. I don’t know if im ready…” you whisper in reply.

“Then don’t be. I have as long as you need.”

After a few more minutes of quiet reassurance, you were finally ready to tell Reki of your week.

“M-My family…” you began, “They’re uh.. heh, being themselves again.”

“I see.”

“I just don’t really want to be here anymore.” You admit. “I-I hate who I am. I can’t stomach a single thing. Even the thought of eating makes me so sick. You shouldn’t be here, I don’t want you to be burdened with taking care of me.”

“(Y/N), sweetie-pie, there’s no place I’d rather be.” Reki replied with a gentle smile, “If it means that I can get you to acknowledge that how you’re feeling is okay, I’ll stay with you till infinity.”

“I want you to know first and foremost, that I love you to the moon and back. There isn’t a thing about you that I would change, and I hope that one day I can help you see that. You are the most incredible person I’ve ever met, that’s precisely why I’ve fallen so in love with you.”

“I want you here by my side until we’re both old and wrinkly, playing card games in a nursing home.” This comment got a watery chuckle out of you.

“I love you, Reki.” You replied, wiping your tears.

“I love you too, (Y/N). You’re so amazing, and I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You’re worth so much more than you think you are, and there’s just something about you that makes me love you so much more every time I see you. It will get better, I promise you. We’re not going to be stuck here forever, the clock will continue to run.”

“Now, if you’re feeling up to it, I can ask Joe to make you something very light at Sia La Luce, so you can join us for dinner. If not, you are more than welcome to come home with me. We can watch that one video compilation of the cats that you love so much.”

Regardless of your decision for dinner, you opted to join Reki at Joe’s restaurant. You were very pleased to see everyone, especially after a very enthusiastic hug from little Miya(who promptly let go and muttered insults along the lines of “stupid slime, making me worry”).

It would be a long journey to self love and re-discovery. But, you knew in your heart that if Reki was by your side, there’s nothing that you couldn’t do.

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frostandflamesfanfic · 2 years

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I Need a Doctor (Strange x Reader)

I Need a Doctor (Rated T)

Request?: YES (for Anon: comfort fic)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: A bit of angst/self-deprecation, but otherwise fluff and Stephen being just the sweetheart we know he is.

Summary: One night, you wake up feeling incredibly sick. When your boyfriend (who happens to be the Sorcerer Supreme and world's ex-top neurosurgeon), comes to your aid, new questions surface in your mind. Just how will it change your relationship with the good doctor?

!! NO MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS SPOILERS !!

You shook your head violently, hands twitching as they gripped onto the satin sheets between your fingers. This was the second time you had threatened to pull them up and over your face in an attempt to protect yourself. “No!” you exclaimed.

“Take it!” the voice of Doctor Stephen Strange said from above you. It was obvious he was growing impatient. Frankly, you didn’t care. This was a matter of life and death.

“No!” you drawled out again as you wrapped the sheet around your face.

“For God’s sake,” Stephen was exasperated now. “Just take the damn pill!”

“That thing is huge, Stephen. It’s the size of an avocado pit.”

The Sorcerer Supreme heaved another sigh. You couldn’t see his face from under your cover. Maybe that was for the best. Although, you could already envision the look of disdain across his facial features. “For the last time. It will not hurt you.”

You pulled the covers off your face and glared at him. “That’s easy for you to say when you don’t have to worry about choking and dying!” An accusatory index finger was pointed in his direction. You were on the verge of another coughing fit, but because you just had to be stubborn, your voice was now coming out as scratchy as a record. “You said it was small!!”

“It is small!”

“Like hell it is!” you retorted. “If that’s small, then the moon is a potato chip! I can’t swallow that pill. If I even attempt to, I will gag, choke on my own vomit, and die.”

Stephen scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I think you’re being a bit dramatic, dear.” When you merely glared at him, Stephen gave a small smile in return. “Alright, fine. On the off chance you do choke, I know CPR.”

You allowed yourself a moment to contemplate his offer. Even though you would be unable to breathe, the idea of your boyfriend’s lips on yours sent a tingle down your spine. It always felt like the first time with him, mainly because this whole relationship thing was new in the first place. You had originally met Stephen at the New York Public Library, where he had chosen to return all thirty-seven of his library books....at once. Looking back, you wished you could have come up with something quirkier to say to him – something you could both find funny, instead of your sarcastic self bleeding onto the surface.

“Introverted bookworm,” you had said as you scanned the final item, a copy of Moby Dick.

“Pardon?” Stephen glanced up at you with a quizzically raised eyebrow.

“Introverted bookworm. They dedicate all their time to reading and nothing else.” You shrugged. “Not big on parties, large crowds…having lots of friends…”

The sorcerer before you lifted his arms shakily to his chest and crossed them in a silent challenge. “Oh, really? You think I’m one of these bookworms?” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “And what makes you deduce that, Sherlock?”

You first pointed to the pile of books that you had finally finished scanning in, then to the new stacks of material he planned to check out that afternoon. “Clearly someone who starts his week with this much literature isn't in the habit of spending time with others.”

“Oh, this? No, this is just some light reading,” a sheepish grin stretched across Stephen’s face.

“Then I’d certainly hate to be on staff when you decide to actually go ham.”

It had taken some time, but the two of you ultimately forged a bond. You connected over your mutual love for books and literature. That connection grew stronger as you began to learn more about each other. Though you weren’t sure why at first, Stephen told you about Christine. He told you how they met, worked together after college, and how they had needed to part ways… it wasn’t until he invited you for coffee that you finally put the pieces together. He told you of his past to show you his future, or at least what hoped his future would look like, with you.

Now here he was, standing in your bedroom with a cup of orange juice in his right hand and a large red pill in the other. When you had woken up feeling like Hell burned over, you didn’t think twice before calling your boyfriend. He may not have been a primary care doctor, but Stephen still had the experience working with a variety of patients over the years. He knew which drugs would be best to help whatever ails you. Within seconds, a portal opened in your living room to reveal just the man you wanted to see.

You instantly regretted the call, though, when you witnessed Stephen step through the portal. He was in his pyjamas. A soft heather grey t-shirt had been tossed on over his red and black plaid pants. His hair was also a tousled mess with stray black strands sticking in his eyes.

“You didn’t need to come,” you had argued. “I could handle it myself-”

“You’re sick,” the groggy voice of your boyfriend caused you to shiver. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t come to help you?”

While you were beyond grateful to have him in your life, you didn’t want to have to bother him with something as trivial as this. You wanted to show him that you could be strong. The last thing you wanted was to portray this weak significant other who always needed their boyfriend to constantly save the day.

Every day while Stephen fought against the dark forces of the Mystic Arts, you sat behind a desk mindlessly documenting damage from the latest whack-job that attacked New York. Nothing you did was exciting or remarkable. Even before he had become the Sorcerer Supreme, Stephen still saved lives through his work as a neurosurgeon. Granted, it never resonated with him as it did now, but it demonstrated his courage and overall strength.

You never had that chance. Instead of going out into the fight, you chose to run away from it and let those much more powerful save the day. It made you feel weak. You could be better – you could always be better. Stephen deserved better. In fact, he deserved the world. That’s why you never could understand why he chose to be with you instead of trying to get back together with her. Doctor Christine Palmer always seemed to understand Stephen and his personality. From what he told you, she was fearless and never let anything get in the way of helping her patients. She was a wonder woman – and everything you could never measure up to.

“So are we just going to stare off into the distance or are we going to take this pill?” Stephen’s voice snapped you out of whatever dazed state you were in. “I wasn’t joking about that CPR offer.”

You risked a glance up at him. He was smiling now, his multi-coloured eyes flickering between sincerity and genuine concern. “Stephen, I’m not going to get you sick.”

A sigh escaped his lips. “Do you ever stop worrying?” You flinched, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the Sorcerer Supreme. “Touchy subject, alright. . .” He crossed his arms. “Do you want to tell me what’s really going on here?”

There was a period of silence as you thought about sharing the truth with your boyfriend. You knew you needed to tell him at some point. Relationships were built on trust and honesty. If you felt this relationship wasn’t established for the right reasons, and you couldn’t even trust him to know that fear, maybe you weren’t meant to last. “I don’t know why you’re here,” you said at last.

“What do you mean you don’t know why I’m here?” Stephen gave a chuckle. “You called me.”

“That’s not what I mean, Stephen. I mean I don’t get why you’re here…in a relationship…with me.”

The sorcerer in front of you placed the items he was holding in his hand down on the nightstand. With some effort, he crouched next to your stretched form. A shaky hand trailed from the top of your hair to the swell of your chin. “Darling,” Stephen said softly, “it’s because I love you.”

“But I’m not perfect,” you hated how vulnerable you sounded. The congestion mixed with the tears that were threatening to spill out of your eyes made you sound like a five-year-old. You felt like a five-year-old with the fit you were pitching over the entire situation. “I’m not strong enough. Hell, I can’t even handle a stinking cold! I’m not a superhero. I don’t save lives as a doctor. I’m not even your type.”

“And who decides who my type is?” The amusement had left Stephen’s face completely by this point. When you started your breakdown, he realised just how much you believed what you were saying. It hurt him to see you like this -- so down on yourself that you didn’t even see what he could. You couldn’t see the strong independent person he fell in love with, who would do anything to get a story to see the light of day.

“Your type is someone strong, who can save the world,” you stared into his eyes. “You deserve someone who gets you completely, who is just like you. Not someone who’s a wimp and runs from danger. Someone like Christine. Why don’t you just leave?”

You could almost see the heart shatter behind Stephen’s green-blue eyes. He couldn’t believe you were doing this to him, much less to yourself. “Who I need,” he said before he brushed his lips against your forehead, “is someone who makes me smile; who makes me feel special. Someone who is willing to fight their editor with a stapler gun- and nearly be fired for it- in order for a story about a children’s shoe store shutting down to be sent to print-”

“Gary’s Shoes has been a staple in Greenwich since I was a kid! To have it torn down after fifty years would be ridiculous. Joe could just go screw himself if he thought I was just going to let that story slide into the recycle bin.”

A chuckle escaped Stephen’s lips. “My little spitfire,” he mumbled. “The point is…” He reached over to grab the cup of orange juice and sat next to you. “There is only one person out there for me and that's you. You’re my type. You're just the person I want. I don’t want Christine. I want you and only you.”

You shifted on the mattress to sit back up, sighing softly. “But you don’t need to keep taking care of me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, sweetheart.” Stephen brushed back a stray strand of hair from your eyes. “I don’t need to take care of you. I get to help you and I want to.”

“But you could get sick…” you fought back weakly.

“Well, then you’ll just need to take care of me,” Stephen replied as he swung his legs to lay down next to you, cup still in hand. “I think you would make an excellent nurse. Now, can you please take the pill so we can move onto the next part of your treatment?”

You frowned. “What treatment?”

“A nice long nap. With cuddles. Doctor’s orders.” A smug smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

Without another hesitation, you took the cup and swallowed the evil monster gargantuan pill (although it did take some effort). As soon as you cleared the remaining liquid, you launched yourself against the soft material of Stephen’s t-shirt with a happy sigh. You gave a small hum as his hands made their way up the back of your shirt, providing you with a skin-on-skin contact you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“I love you,” you whispered as your eyelids began to flutter.

“I love you,” the sound of Stephen’s low voice vibrated within his chest, causing you to smile while you drifted off to sleep.

Little did you know that as you made your way into dreamland, Stephen was watching over you with a small smile of his own. That evening, he made a vow to himself that someday very soon he would show you how much you meant to him. He would be there for every sick day, every great day, every bad day. Each night, you would go to bed and he’d be there. There would be no doubt of the love you shared with each other. Christine would be but a distant memory to you both because Stephen had finally found you.

He chose you.

And he couldn’t wait to spend the rest of his life loving you with all his heart.

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Author's Note: Ugh my heart hurt in the best way writing that ending. Sorry Anon if that didn't meet what you were requesting!! I'm currently sick with another cold, so my inspiration wasn't that unique this time. But let's keep the domestic!Stephen Strange going, yeah? :)

To provide a mini-update, uni has just started up for me recently, so I'm not sure how my schedule is going to hold up. I hope to have some time to write and post like usual, but I do plan on scheduling some posts in advance so there is content for you all! As usual, don't forget to leave a like, a comment, and even a reblog because it really helps me out here! And if you want to request a fic, make sure to check out my Request Guidelines before sending a request through an ask. I may be a bit selfish, but please give me some Variant!Stephen requests. I need an excuse to write some after watching MoM!

Until next time, loves (I feel like I need a name for my readers...help me pick one!)!

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 1 year

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Gonna just take a moment to thank you all for NOT bringing me into all this fandom drama… I’m so so lucky to have kind asks and lovely people in my DMs and comments and reblogs and mentions. Getting really sick of some of these people, to be honest! Between the plagiarism and anon hate and community flagging and even outright posting combative stuff about others, this fandom’s been admittedly messy lately. Well, not lately - for a while now. It is affecting what I see on my dashboard and many of my mutuals. I’m thankful to have found a space that is largely separate from the drama.

I should like to credit this peace to my meow-meow, Daemon. No one fights over him on this side of the fandom, lol; he’s a nasty, toxic guy, we own that and honestly that’s kinda why we like him. And everyone who participates in the Daemon worship seems to have a really good, sensible head on their shoulder. No anger, no hate - just vibes. We vibin’. Thank you for that.

WE ARE SAFE IN THE DAEMON BUBBLE. I REPEAT - WE ARE SAFE IN THE DAEMON BUBBLE. MAY THE CULT OF DADDYDOM DAE-DAE HAVE A BLESSED DAY.

This WAS a bit of a crackpost but also about something really uncool happening right now. If you see bullying happen in the fandom, please do yourself a favour and block, block, BLOCK. I want you guys to be safe and stay safe. Please check in with me if that changes. Love you 😘

#em gets personal sometimes

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myarlert · 2 years

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i think i’m going to take a long ish hiatus. i’m trying my best with writing, creating content for people and i just keep getting hurt and accused of the stupidest things. i honestly can’t deal with it anymore. the lack of reblogs, the lack of communication, the lack of appreciation i get compared to others is mind blowing to me. i spend time out of MY LIFE to do this FOR FREE, i thought i could have made genuine friends, gotten a little appreciated for myself and my writing, BUT NO !! i’ve been doing this for years, across different blogs. i have never once stolen anything, no themes, no content, because why the fuck would i?? this is MY blog. i write the way I LIKE TO WRITE. i make things look THE WAY I WANT TO. i’m sick and tired of people accusing me of doing things THAT IM NOT DOING. and to not tell me directly, instead going through a mutual to cause more chaos instead? fuck you. i understand people go through different things and they do things that may look similar, but please try to understand.. I AM DOING THIS FOR ME. recently i haven’t said it at all because i do not like to bring drama and hateful anons onto my blog, but i’ve gotten numerous threats, including d*ath threats which is honestly traumatizing to me, and for what?? i’m giving you free content, if you don’t like it, FUCKING SCROLL PAST IT. ITS NOT HARD. one of the main issues is how much people gatekeep EVERY FUCKING THING. it’s not fun to be in fandoms anymore. y’all are toxic and if you can’t see that then you’re the problem.

anyways i’ve been on this app since about 2017, and i think my time here for writing is up. i’m sick of it tbh. it used to be fun and honestly it’s a chore now. thanks for reading of you did. i’m done. if i feel like it, i might come back. but if people are going to keep accusing me of doing things i’m not, i will not.

thank you for ruining this site for me. happy you got what you wanted?

#bye #i can’t do it anymore 💓

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dirtangeldean · 11 days

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hi ren! i was wondering why you don't want your donation post tagged? tagging crowdfunding etc posts helps me find them again on my blog easily to rereblog in case they haven't hit their goal yet but i don't wanna make you uncomfortable

cw: weight talk/health issues

anon hiiii, i’m really glad you asked this and finally have capacity to write out fully why! so thank you 🤗

among the millions of users on this app, some things have gotten super cemented as The Way™ but that means staff knows it too.

while the 4 tags: “s***nal b***t”, c**wdf*nd”, “d**nation”, and “mu**al a*d” may seem helpful for sorting and awareness at face value, we as users have been using and overusing them for years. it’s like a sick joke to chronically poor “ebeggers” as we have been named by old reddit.

bottom line is staff hates poor people; even before they decided to take away tipping soon, they flagged posts and sh**ow ba**ed accounts, deleted users (usual poor and black/indigenous/of color) while letting gen pop think they were doing a good job. my main account has over 3k followers and i cant get any post i make over 3 notes anymore despite being a semi popular radical blog.

my messaging was taken away. i could hit post limit and still have activity of max 20 notes a day. the post itself could be randomly deleted or even hard to search all of a sudden even with a tag. it’s awful to be isolated on the internet when you’re poor. :/ call me paranoid but i barely touch my main account now.

anyway, my fandom blog doesn’t deserve a forced lack of community and i love you guys too much to not be able to see/be seen or talk to my friends. ive already been told by staff that this blog was flagged as spam once and they took away my messages, right after my last sciatic spasm. it took Weeks to get messages back.

it was awful, i was living in the dark and only eating egg cheese sandwiches or sugar rice and water bc i couldnt afford anything else. i’m not going back to that. i’ve gained weight that is making my bones hurt bc of my poverty food choices and forced sedentary lifestyle while healing my back. and i’m only just now getting back going walking and being employed sporadically. it’s super hard to not have help and not have a job bc of disability discrimination AND have deconditioned muscles. poor nutrition is horrible for muscle. it’s even harder to stomach getting 3 thousand notes on something and $17 while i owe Thousands the way it works on my main account.

if i can do anything to advocate for myself, it’s to ask this: dont use old, overused tags. get creative with tags so more people see and wont restrict me. tag comerades/mutuals in the post. tag the post with a random well wish like “good luck” or something. literally anything but the most common 4 tags. the same way people get creative with the name for their queues!

i made a post about other/different tags that can be used but it doesnt have a ton of notes, i tried looking for and i cant find it which shows 1. the tumblr tagging system still sucks 2. it will never get a ton of notes. many of the posts in the tags mention in the beginning of this post barely reach 100 notes. mathematically a post could need like 9,000 notes to be fully funded depending on the amount. there’s a post in there with 22 notes, unless that person makes a new post everyday (i know a person who does that), it’s a wasted effort and some days i barely have spoons to get up and relieve myself tbh :/

anyway, especially with things that took years to happen or months to fix, it’d just be nice if post got notes into 1k-10k territory to be effective.

i hope some or any of this answers your question, let me know if you have more! have a great day!

#da.words #anon #da.asks

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simplysummers · 2 years

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You are a real bitch. I managed to keep it to myself for a while but I am sick of nobody telling you what we think. You go around this fandom acting like youre some unproblematic princess who loves everybody equally when really your a mean and selfish little asshole who thinks she is right about everything. You are two faced, youre entitled, you think youre so perfectly right about everything because you have passion and you use fancy words. Well princess you arent. Im sick of seeing it. Your work is not special enough for your ‘better than me’ attitude to be acceptable, when you offer good quality work for our space maybe Id get it but you dont. Saying Grant Gustin has pretty eyes isnt special. Do better. Because we dont want you in here claiming youre so precious and sweet when we know what youre really like.

Now considering I’m not one to usually answer hate anons, you should consider it a privilege that I’m even giving you the time of day right now :) /j

The funny thing about this anonymous message is that, based upon the language given and how they’ve approached me, this appears to be somebody in my current fandom, somebody who clearly knows me and the work I produce, and by extension someone I would most likely know myself, and yet they still don’t have the gall to come up to me without anonymity to protect them and say “hey Bea, you may have hurt my feelings, can we talk?” to try and figure out a solution to whatever problem there may be. So that clearly shows me that you aren’t looking to resolve conflict here, you’re just trying to hurt me.

And mission vaguely accomplished, because last week when this came through I was very hurt, not by your insults regarding my work, but because I was suddenly questioning every interaction I’ve had within the glee fandom. Why? Because I care about how I’m perceived. My biggest online rule is that I never want to make somebody feel anxious or worried when it comes to entering a fandom space. I may have differing opinions to somebody, I may not like your ship, and to be frank there are people in this fandom that I flat out don’t like very much, some even in my close circle, but why would I go out of my way to make their day/life miserable? If I can coexist with them peacefully, I will do so because I have no reason to chase them away. They’re not hurting me, nor am I hurting them if we’re both just going about our days. Why would anybody want to tear somebody else down like that, why would anybody want to chase someone out of a fandom because you don’t enjoy their content?

You seem to know about that, as you’ve clearly demonstrated here, why don’t you tell me?

So no, anon, I don’t love everybody equally, I’ve never claimed that I do, but I do pride myself on being a nice person. I would never impose my dislike upon the fandom because that would make the environment toxic for me and everybody else, why would I want that in a safe space? Everybody can exist without worry that I will be there to knock them down because I’m not that kind of person. And the funny thing is, for the most part I actually like everybody in the kurtbastian/Sebastian fandom, two of my fave mutuals are seblaine shippers, a ship I despise! So calling me out for being unaccepting or ‘two faced’ as you say, seems slightly redundant.

Secondly, I don’t think I’m right about everything, and I’ve never claimed that I do in a serious sense. It’s a common joke amongst every fandom to say “This is canon now” or “I’m right” in regards to faves and hcs. That’s never anybody claiming that they are actually correct about something to the point of everybody else being wrong, and anybody who uses these jokey terms literally doesn’t get the reasonings for their existences. Nobody is actually claiming to be above anybody else, I can assure you, and I for one have never once said that. On my blog, my Sebastian opinions are correct to me and most of the time, me alone, do you happen to disagree with them? Awesomesauce, on your blog I bet you have a great perception of your favourites. I’m not forcing anybody to agree with me. In fact, I much prefer it when my ideas are solo to myself, because I can then prove that I work well with originality.

I apologise that you don’t find my work good enough for this fandom space. Here’s a really good idea for you my friend…don’t interact with it then. I’m not forcing you to read my essays, like my shitposts or look at my fanfics, I’m honestly too shy to advertise them properly anyway. You’re not under any obligation to enjoy what I do, you are subjecting yourself to it by reading. Don’t do that to yourself 💛

May I also ask before I finish up here, who is this ‘we’? Are you speaking on behalf of the Sebastian/kurtbastian circle? Did everybody in the entire glee fandom come together to give you criticisms on my tiny blog? Wow. That’s devotion. I must’ve made a huge negative difference with my ‘Grant Gustin has pretty eyes’ post, huh? I wonder if the flash fandom ever saw that 🤔

Oh and…I thought I was above this kind of behaviour….but for cowards like you, I guess I’m really not :(

Have a lovely day 🥰

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