#he wasnt offended as far as i know

[ramblinseahorsey]

Nerd steal dogbed like evil thing. Also steal her food if I don't intervene

#she doesnt mind the bed stealin much but she will look mega sad & helplessly watch him steal food as if she wasnt bigger if no help #she can only see blurs and has stepped on his tail like 3 times lately but his startled meows dont sound scared just offended #i THINK he likes her but it seeing he only kisses her when he knows some1 is watching (as far as i know) #and is smart and mean enough i think he knows headbutt kisses to her ears tickle and annoy her i think he just likes bugging her #he is nice but also mean and that is why i scold continously #cats #dogs #sissie #big boy #photography #rambles

[onigirio]

Hi! I love ur workk!! :) Could i request percy x child of apollo where hyacinth flowers bloom where they walk and they can summon them? (Yknow, bcz of apollo)

🐝: TYSM! i really liked this concept but i feel like this may be too short...lmk if you want a part 2!

camp half blood was no stranger to miscellaneous flora. after all, it was a camp in a forest, so there was bound to be a lot of plant life. however, recently, percy noticed a drastic increase of a new kind of flower, especially around the apollo cabin.

normally, he would ignore these things since flowers weren't his forté (he left gardening to the demeter kids) but the way the flowers were popping up seemed...too intentional. they formed intricate pathways from cabin 7 to the dining pavilion, or to the shooting range. hades, they were even popping up during capture the flag games!

damn his curiosity, but when percy noticed a new path, how could he not follow it. it's like someone was leaving a trail of bread crumbs for him to follow. the flora went from cabin 7, to the big house, to the dining pavilion. sometimes he would get mixed up with the different paths, but keen ocean eyes noticed that the colours differed from day to day, and today they just so happened to be blue

of course they had to be blue.

it was like the gods were poking fun at him. now everyone was wondering why percy jackson was walking around camp with his eyes glued to the ground. as far as he knew, he was going to get duped. this seemed like the perfect set up for a youtube prank video. fortunately for him, that wasnt the case

the trail of blue flowers led up to the edge of the strawberry fields, and right at the fringes sat someone overlooking the fruit as they baked in the summer heat. percy didn't know whether to be relieved or concerned, because yay! he wasn't getting pelted by eggs or falling into a pit of snakes, but at the same time, he wasn't sure what exactly this meant.

before he could ask the mystery kid about it, they turned around and immediately started blushing and rambling about cleaning and distractions. the ocean eyed boy only caught something about a "stupid sun god" followed by a significant amount incoherent mumbling. when they finished, percy just looked at them with a confused expression and they sighed

"my bad, i thought you were coming to complain about the flowers" they said sheepishly.

percy could only smile, "no, I'm not here to complain I just- decided to follow the weird trail of blue flowers".

this caused them to laugh, a sound that clearly had the ability to make flowers bloom considering the reason he was there. it made his heart run laps in chest.

"they're hyacinths" they clarified, unable to hide their amusement with him, "they bloom wherever i walk, because apollo had a crush on this guy named hyacinthus or something. either way, it's not exactly the best combat ability" they said with a small laugh, and it seemed that today percy's heart decided to be a track star

"If it's any consolation, I think they're very pretty" he took a seat next them, sitting criss cross applesauce as they overlooked the strawberry fields

"thanks bubble brain"

percy quirked an eyebrow at the new nickname they had given him. usually he'd feel a little bit offended, but after seeing the smile on their face, he couldn't help but smile too.

"what? you're that poseidon kid right?"

percy laughed, "well, yeah. does that make you buttercup?"

"they're hyacinths, bubbles" they reminded him with a playful nudge, "and my name is (name), but buttercup is also accepted"

'note to self ' percy thought, 'stop and smell the hyacinths more often'

#pjo #hoo #rio writes 🐝 #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #asks! 🌼 #pjo headcanon

[kumezyzo]

thinking about how lowkey toxic a relationship with corpse would be....

warning, this is very angsty. to the point where i lowkey shed a tear writing this. and that doesnt usually happen lol.

gn!reader (as far as im aware) and sorry for the typos if there are any... 😁

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

it would prolly just start with you two hanging out. going over to his apartment, maybe hooking up once in a blue moon. but you two mainly cuddling and spending the days together in the dark rooms of his apartment.

he would try to hide from you how much pain he was in when you were around. but it wasnt hard to miss how he would wince at tiny movements and never be able to rest with you in his arms.

and when it got really bad, he hated how you helped him get around with no questions. how you so simply wanted to help him out because you cared. how you would even help him shower, bring in his groceries, cook for him, feed him if you had to.

he hated it because you cared more than anyone had before and you werent even dating. he wished you would just give up on him because it was too much. he wished you would just finally tell him 'hey... we need to talk' because maybe then it would be easier to hate you. but the truth is, he could never hate you. not anymore.

"so... you dont want to be in a relationship?" you asked quietly, confused more than anything. you look at his scarred face and messy head of dark curls. "...why?"

he sighed, "because this is too much," you scoffed, only more confused than before.

"what is?" you looked at him like he was crazy.

"...you," he said lowly, his voice resonating deep in his chest as he ran a hand over his face. you felt your heart pang as you diverted your eyes from him. you pursed your lips and your breathing got heavier. "well- not you- just-... this isnt worth the trouble im putting you through. that i will put you through."

"thats not for you to decide," you tell him, shaking your head at him. "I can choose when to call it quits and so far, im still fucking here."

you couldnt help but be offended. who wouldnt be after the person you care about is pushing you away. as far as you know, its unfair and incredibly ignorant.

"yea but how long until youre not?" he asked back angrily. "how long until you realize you can be doing so much more than taking care of me?"

"i dont want to be doing more! i want to be with you!" you tell him incredulously. he sighs and wets his lips, shaking his head at you. "do you just not want to be with me?"

he looks at you as if you had just said the earth was flat, "of course i do."

"so then why cant we?" you ask in complete exasperation. "what the fuck is the problem?"

"youre too fucking good for me!" he yelled back stepping closer to you. he threw his arms up in defeat, "is that what you want me to tell you? cause its fucking true. and i love you too much to let you rot away beside me."

your expression softens as your eyes dart back and forth between his eyes. in that moment you were speechless. and not because he had told you that he loved you, no you already knew that from his actions. it was the way he had said it. with more emotion than you could have expected from him.

"what if i wanted to 'rot away beside you'?" you asked him quietly.

"then you'd be an idiot," he says simply. "because we both know you have better shit to do. and better people to do that for."

you inhale deeply and release it as another exasperated sigh, "i love you," you say, emphasizing every word. "and its up to me whether or not i stay with you."

"and its up to me whether or not i want you here," he says crossing his arms. you feel you heart pang again, causing painful tingles to run down your arms and settle deep in your palms. "you need to run while you can. fucking get out of here before this gets more fucked up and shitty." you watched as he pointed between you two.

you step closer to him, "what are you so afraid of?" you plead to him with your eyes. just for this moment, for him to open up to you like how he had done hundreds of times before. "are you that scared I'll leave you cause you're what? 'too much'?"

he looked you in the eye, hesitating to speak for a moment. "i-..." he takes a deep breath. "yeah..."

you step closer, "youre not. not now. and it will only get easier." he starts shaking his head, backing away from you. "yes, it will! and if it ever gets to that point-"

"when it gets to that point," he tried correcting.

"no, if. because everything is an if," you say angrily. "you have no clue what its gonna be like. no fucking clue! so let us have this. while it lasts."

he sighs for what seems like the hundredth time that night, "i cant risk that."

"risk what? heartbreak? as if neither of us have gone through that before hundreds of times," you scoff.

"yeah, but ive never been heartbroken over someone like you."

"so then we hope that doesnt happen," you're trying. you're trying so hard to hold onto him. but your grasp is slipping. and he's trying to shake you loose.

"i cant take my chances," he shakes his head. "not this time."

"jesus fucking chirst!" you yell, tears welling up in your eyes. "let me love you! let me be with you! let me take care of you!"

"i cant let you do that! dont you fucking get it?!" he asks stepping closer to you until hes not even a foot away. "i dont want to see you leave! i cant have you around, cause when you do leave, i dont know what I'll do to myself!"

you stare into his eyes as your own vision starts to get blurry from unshed tears. you sniffle, keeping you gaze strongly on him. and you try one final time.

"so dont let me leave now, please," your voice comes out like a whisper. he swallows harshly and closes his eyes to stop his own tears from forming. "i dont want to move on from you when we havent even given it a chance."

"you'll have to," his voice matches yours. he opens his eyes and a tear falls as he looks at you. "fucking find someone who can actually hold you at night. who can make you dinner, who can give you a shower when you cant, who can actually fuck you when you want."

you tried to scoff, but it came out more like a sob, "i dont need that. i need you," your voice weak from the burn in the back of your throat. unshed tears welling up more.

"no you dont," he says, stepping closer. then leaning his forehead on yours. he closes his eyes, "please, go. for me."

your body racks out a sob, gasping for air to get out your next sentence. "if i leave, im just gonna wait for you."

he shakes his head against you, "no. no you wont."

"I'll wait until you realize you do deserve proper love." he continues to shake his head, pretending as if your words arent punching him right in the heart. "ill wait even if it takes you twenty fucking years."

"do you really think I'll survive twenty more years?" he asks with a laugh. you giggle back sadly, pursing your lips at the posibility of him dying. "do you really think I'll find my self-worth that soon?"

"I'll wait as long as i need to."

and you leave. with such a heavy heart but not without more tears than you could have imagined. and you try to move on. not easily but you put in an effort.

he writes songs with lyrics dedicated to you. written for you. whether its in a song about how he only want you at his side or how he has one person he will always be loyal to or about how his exes tried to chance him but one was different. you listen to it and somehow know its you.

you try to find a new partner to fill that void. but he will always be in your mind. as the right person but at the wrong time. the one that got away, if you will.

i like how angsty this was. anywayy, hope you enjoyed 😁😁 -nony

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse #corpse x reader #corpse x you #corpse husband x you #angst #corpse angst #corpse husband angst #corpse husband x reader angst #corpse x reader angst #corpse x you angst #nony's back on her bs #aka im mentally ill #aka my angst is fireeee #alexa play fire by bts #nony speaks #teehee #help?

[ohtobeleah]

Rooster x Seresin reader for Strictly Scandalous!

Oh hold the phone I’m ON IT. 🍆

Warnings: This is Stictly Scandalous. Smut Ahead.

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The first time you hooked up with Bradley Bradshaw, you were both clear on the fact it would be a one time thing. He couldnt risk fucking around and fining out with Jake Seresins younger sister. He was a risk taker, an adrenaline chaser, but he wasnt suicidal. 

“What do you do for work?” Rooster could recall asking on the front veranda of the Hard Deck the first night he met you, Jake had done the rounds introducing you to everyone when you'd come to stay with him for a few months on a ‘soul searching’ holiday. 

“I work with young, first time offenders.” You responded, lighting a cigarette that hung between your lips, cupping the lighter with your hands from the San Diego wind. Rooster just shook his head in reluctance to let you light it. Waiting for you to take a quick draw before the cigarette was falling between your fingers. “Just needed a break from it all you know, shit can get pretty intense.” 

“You mind?” Rooster asked as he gestured to the cigarette between your fingers, you just held it up for him to take. Watching as he brought it to his lips to take a drag–eyeing you off as he threw it over his shoulder to stomp it out after it hit the wooden floor. “Those things'll kill ya.” Bradley smirked, reaching into the back pocket of his jeans for the small circular tin he carried everywhere with him. “Here, try this–” 

“Chew?” You scoffed, laughing softly as Bradley handed you a small section of the concentrate. “Because this shits any better for you.”

Regardless, you took the peace offering. There was a moment of silence that you both stood in, both leaning over the railing of the Hard Deck, contemplating your next question over in your head before you decided to throw all the caution into the wind. “You wanna get outta here, Rooster?” 

“Yes–” It sounded more needy and airy and far more desperate than he meant it to, But regardless, Bradley Bradshaw was unlocking his Bronco quicker than he ever had before as you sucked at his neck and your hands worked to undo his belt. “One time, Jake never finds out?” You mumbled against his flush skin, feeling the heat against your lips as Bradley fell back into the backseat of the Bronco, dragging you in on-top of him.

It really didn’t take the two of you long to rid yourselves of any article of clothing that was in the way of a quick root. Straddling Bradley’s lap as he guided himself inside you. Moaning as you took him in nice and tight.

“Deal.” Famous last words. Because it's been two entire months and you and Bradley have hooked up more often than not, and there was the all important element neither of you had yet to address properly…..Feelings..Mutual feelings… 

“Ohhhh–Fugh, Rooster!” It felt otherworldly, Bradley lapping at your cunt, pulling you down onto his face with strong arms. He’d happily die there, suffocating slowly as he drank up all the sweet sweet nectar you were giving him. The sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing against his tongue as swollen lips sucked a light pressure against you. 

“Shit shit shit–Im so fucking close!” It wasn't a word of a lie as you dropped your hands from squeezing at your own tits to intertwin your fingers with Roosters sandy blonde locks, sweaty and messy from all the fucking youd been doing. This was just the finisher, Bradleys sweet dessert. “Keep eating my fucking pussy like that baby, just. like. Ohhhh—“

It’s heavenly, the intense orgasm that washes over you as your thighs clench around Roosters head to steady yourself. His hands are moving from your legs to spread your knees apart—he wants a peak at the view while you wither away on top of him. So pretty and fucked out.

“Holy shit—“ It’s the worst image Jake Seresin has ever had burned into his retinas. His baby sister, his favourite sister mind you, sitting completely and utterly naked on the face of a man he can’t quite identify. The sheets of your bed are covering his junk thank christ, but Rooster is panicking underneath you as you stop moving, praying that if he did the same and just didn't move, Jake wouldn't see him lying underneath you, eating your pretty tight cunt out like he’d been starved for months on end. 

“Jake!! Get the fuck out!” You’re hissing, making your way off Bradley Bradshaw's stunned face to straddle his waist and cover his identity. This wasn’t good. “I’m serious!” 

“Who the fuck is that!?” Jakes spitting back at you as he walked into your bedroom, originally his spare bedroom. In hindsight, this probably wasn’t the most appropriate place to bring your older brother's work colleague for a quick roll in the hay, you definitely should have gone back to Bradley’s place like you usually did. But Jake's place had been closer to the bar, and you couldn't wait any longer than need be. 

“GET OUT!” Your screaming just at Jake catches the undeniable sandy blonde moustache of Bradley Bradshaw for a split second—his heart drops. No, this isn’t happening. 

“ROOSTER! The fuck are you doing with my sister!!” Its a dumb fucking question, so dumb it had Bradley stifiling a laugh as you fall to the side of him, pulling up the streets to cover your exposed chest. 

“Well all things considered I thought that was pretty obvious.” Rooster snickers before Jake is lunging over you to grip at Bradley throat. You jump up between the two men to give Bradley a chance to make a quick escape across the other side of the bed, he's grinning ear to ear as he takes a pillow with him. Covering his exposed and still ridiculously hard length. “Hangman listen–” 

“SHE'S TWENTY FOUR BRADSHAW!” 

“I know, she feels like it too.” It has you cupping your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing, Jake's head is bright red in anger. Protectiveness just dripping from every pore he has. 

“You’re a deadman–” Jakes pointing at Rooster from the other side of the bed as you grip onto the sheet and drape it around yourself, using it at a strapless makeshift sheet dress as you got off the bed, pushing your palm into Jakes chest to keep him from lunging at Rooster. 

“I'm kidding, I'm just kidding!” Rooter is smirking, he's not helping the situation. Not one bit. “Listen man, all jokes aside, Y/n’s a great girl.” 

“She is fourteen years younger than you, Bradshaw! Find someone in your own age bracket! Not my sister!” 

“In my own defence I can fuck whoever I want Jake, I’m still an adult.” You jump to your own defence before the conversation can get any further out of hand. “Rooster and I are just helping each other out, aren't we Bradshaw.” You turned to look over your shoulder and for a moment you saw a little hesitation in Bradley's response. 

“That's all this is, Hangman, promise.” Rooster knew why it hurt so much to say, he actually really liked you, but he knew that he couldn't do this. Not with you, not being Jake's sister. “We’re just two consenting adults helping each other out.”

Right?

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Strictly Scandalous Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

#ohtobeleah 3k celebration #strictly scandalous bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw imagine #bradley 'rooster' bradshaw #bradleybradshaw #bradley x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine

[majjiktricks]

Can you explain why you think Ocelot likes Kaz? I was always under the impression that they fought like cat and dog (sorry I couldn't resist).

this took a while to answer because i wanted to go back through some of the mgsv tapes with ocelot and kaz but. mainly, what you thought is entirely untrue. whatever antagonism exists in their relationship, it feels like the fandom has blown WAYYY out of proportion.

the ONLY point of contention i can think of off the top of my head is kaz being jealous of ocelot for knowing bb longer. in the tape where kaz is talking to zero about where bb is during his coma, zero mentions an agent who has known bb 10 years longer than kaz has, and kaz SCOFFS, like he cant believe someone would know bb better than him. but also, this tape is set almost immediately after ground zeroes, so who knows how his feelings might have changed over the years.

the only time ocelot seems to get genuinely angry at kaz is when hes accusing quiet of. well. anything he accuses her of. kaz tends to do so without any evidence, and he doesnt trust her (for justified reasons), but he also blames her for a lot of things. ocelot is the only person on mother base willing to defend her. and he never yells, he just logically rebukes and kaz is the one who fights back.

any time ocelot speaks about kaz without him present, he really only praises him. he obviously is impressed at what he and bb accomplished in founding MSF.

thats just what i can remember. going for evidence now, grabbed some of the tapes that have ocelot AND kaz in them:

Bionic arm tape Ocelot: "I couldn't get [a bionic arm] for you at the time, but y'know, now…" ocelot offers to get bionics for kaz, he wants to make kaz's life easier. kaz refuses i think out of a self-punishing sentiment, not out of resentment or denial of ocelot's help. that because all of his men died, hes not allowed to have it. and he gets heated and angry about it, nearly yelling. but then he apologizes, realizing he wasnt actually angry at ocelot, just venting.

Yellow cake and the Shinkolobe Mine tapes ocelot and kaz theorizing about why the shinkolobwe mine was reopened/being mined for uranium. the conversation honestly sounds like they could be on a lunch break just chilling.

The Children Escape tapes in [2] they disagree over who should interrogate eli. ocelot doesnt think kaz can responsibly question the kids, so he steps up to do it instead. kaz dismisses him and his expertise at interrogation because he thinks ocelot will enjoy it too much. ocelot is definitely offended, and they do argue here, but i think this is because of the topic at hand and not indicative of their other conversations.

Huey's Interrogation Tapes i think their good(ish) cop bad cop routine with huey is very funny. theyre working together to get as much information out of him as possible. and it works.

overall i think they actually work really well together. after all, they spent the time bb and v were unconscious recreating MSF from scratch. also, i think kaz trusts ocelot to some extent, going as far as to put his life on the line to distract from the hospital attack. he depended upon ocelot to get bb (venom. but. you know.) out of the hospital and to afghanistan in time to rescue him.

at the very least, they are working toward the same goals (during mgsv) and have no ideological reason to hate one another. when they DO work together, it gets results.

i cant imagine you can work with someone for years doing all that and still not have any positive association with them. kaz definitely is the type to hold a grudge, but if anything, i think thats a personal one. and im not even certain on whether or not he does hold anything against ocelot once they start working together (during mgsv at least. after the game. well. anything goes.)

was sent some additional thoughts that cover the cutscenes as well as the tapes: all good stuff here

#this is kind of a mess but. have my word vomit. #jazz noises #inbox #anonymous #revolver ocelot #kazuhira miller

[sanderchu]

may i request something where wilbur and reader get into like a MASSIVE fight and reader goes to phils house to calm down and for philza to comfort them. and wilbur knowwws he fucked go when phil messaged him “dude what the fuck did you say” but fluff at the end please? (may you please include the argument scene please ❤️❤️). love your writing have a good day!

The text message

Note: I LOVE THIS TO MUCH THAT I MAY HAVE GONE OVERBOARD A BIT IM SO SORRY and I’m this phil is like a father figure to you 👍 (slay philza we love you around here /p) also this is really bad-

Reader: Fem!reader

[Writing] or hcs

Writing with a slight twist on the fight reason?

Type: angst, fluff (I made the fluff slightly different)

Warnings: yelling, angy Wilbur 🥺🥺🥺 (I’m so sorry-), drunk Wilbur, bad writing cause I had no ideas

Y/n’s pov

Wilbur had just gotten home. You sat there on the couch almost crying until you saw him. He was drunk, a rare sight. Thankfully he didn’t look like he drank that much. “Where have you been?!” It wasn’t late but you still were curious. You walked up to him as he just stood there with shock, “I was out obviously” he sounded like a moody teenager. “I was calling you!” You almost screamed as you showed him the amount of missed calls and unread texts you left him with no response. “Cant I have some funnnn? I’m an adult stop treating me like a kid”, “well your acting like one” he looked at you clearly mad at your comment. “Then stop treating me like I’m your kid, I’m your boyfriend”

“A boyfriend wouldn’t act like this.” He looked offended at you basically calling him just a person you live with. “I don’t understand what your trying to pull but you need to cut it out”, “ME?!” You snapped, his moody self was cutting it with you, “YOUR THE ONE DRINKING WITHOUT ME KNOWING WHERE YOU WERE FOR HOURS WILL, HOURS.”, “WHY ARE YOU SO WORRIED FOR ME LEAVE ME ALONE.” Tears started to form. ‘Out of all off the days why today?’ You thought suddenly feeling the tears actually come down your face. “Well go ahead and cry like you always do.” You wiped your face and got closer to him, “YOU WANNA KNOW WHY IVE BEEN WONDERING WHERE YOU WERE?!”

“PLEASE ENLIGHTEN ME Y/N WHATS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU HAD TO BE SO WORRIED MAYBE IM NOT YOUR BOYFRIEND BECAUSE A GIRLFRIEND WOULDNT TREAT ME LIKE A MOM”, “I WASNT WORRIED DIPSHIT” without thinking you pushed him back slightly making him stumble as he tried to keep his balance. “I WAS WONDERING WHERE YOU WERE FOR OUR ANNIVERSARY, ITS OUR ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY AND THIS IS HOW YOU TREAT ME” he immediately looked at you with sad and empty eyes. “Y/n..”, “at least someone actually remember” you said as you grabbed your keys from the hook and quickly put your shoes on. You opened the door and before you left, “I hope you enjoy your gift.” You said trying to sound stem without sounding like your crying and slammed the door.

Phil texted you happy anniversary to you and will, he was happy for you both, so you went to him. You drove slowly trying not to crash, thankfully Wilbur’s house wasn’t far from Phil’s so we got there pretty fast. You parked, stepped out, and knocked on his door. Phil and mumza answered it. “Y/n?..” You just stood there as they both looked at you as you held back from balling your eyes out on there porch. Mumza immediately let you in as Phil shut the door and followed behind you. You began to explain everything choking on your words once in a while as you tried not to sound so muffled. Phil excused himself as mumza had all her attention on you.

P: what the fuck did you do.

W: Phil.

P: answer the fucking question.

W: i didnt mean to I just forgot.

P: bullshit you know better, you fucked up and you better fix it.

Wilburs pov

Wilbur paced around his room looking at phils text. He was going to reply but just left it as is and sat on his bed. He knew he fucked up, but he had one idea. And if that didn’t work he wouldn’t know what would. He dialed your number..

“This is y/n, leave a message or a text would be better, *beep*”

“Hey y/n..” he choked on his words for a second, “I know this shouldn’t be the best why to apologize but, I’m really sorry. I know I fucked up and I know what I said was dumb, I’m happy to have a girlfriend like you and it means the world to me to have our first anniversary. Man..” he chuckled, “the day you dated me I wasn’t a jerk like this, I don’t know what came over me, stress? Personal issues? I don’t know but you definitely didn’t deserve that, I’m so sorry. Please come home, I can make it up in any way you want I promise. Just give me another chance darling..please..” he took a big sigh, “I love you..darling.” And with that he hung up the phone and laid in his bed having tears form and silently crying as he covered his mouth with his sleeve. “Y/n..”

Y/n’s pov

You listened to the voicemail as you laid on Phil’s couch. You feel tears come down your face again as you covered your own mouth with the blanket to prevent anyone hearing you. As the voicemail ended you watched your screen fade to black from not touching it. You picked up your phone and sat up, “will..” you opens messages and began to text him.

“I haven’t fully forgave you but I can never stay fully mad at you. I’ll come home tomorrow, we can talk about it tomorrow together..I love you too willam. I miss you <33”

You turned off your phone with a smile as more tears fell from your face, “I love you too..”

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A/n: i ended this on a sorta fluff end, it’s not good ik- I had no plans for it and winged it- it’s bad Ik- uh anyways- there we go :,) sorry again. I really do doubt myself- a bunch- I might re do this I’m going to be honest- unless ppl like it then I probably won’t.

#dsmp imagine #dsmp x reader #dsmp scenario #dsmp #mcyt imagine #mcyt #mcyt x reader #scenario #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n #wilbur soot #Wilbur

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I like the sound and vibe of On the Street, and I respect and can appreciate J Cole’s writing, but I’m confused about why that was the message chosen for this collab. Army is bombarding comment sections by repeating that it’s a ‘see you later’ song because Hobi is enlisting, but other than the chorus, what about these lyrics conveys that message? Their verses feel like they belong to separate songs to me. I’m not trying to be disrespectful, facetious, condescending, or sarcastic here, I really am confused and would like to understand, and I would appreciate any insights you might be willing to share.

I did see one comment on YouTube that said: “I heard someone say they wanted a second verse from J Hope but then they realized he did give us a second verse… in his first language, dance. And he did it beautifully” and I think this is my favorite take so far. Thank you for your time (sorry if this ask is dumb).

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Ask 2: Can you pls review On The Street BPP?

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Ask 3: Oh Hobi T T... OH JUNG HOSEOK T T... Oh this song T T...,,, Ugh my heart! Our sunshine, thank you for this wonderful music, experience, and feelings. You got me to the finals. I hope you can watch after me today, too. lol I LOVE YOU JUNK HOSEOK. I hope you are happy. I hope your toughest struggle is something you can overcome. I hope your sweetest memories have people who truly love you to share with if you so wish. Hope the world to you J-HOPE!!!!

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Ask 4: I don't want to be rude but "as the moon jumps over the cow"??? Wut?? Isn't J Cole supposed to be some good lyricist? I saw khh and kpop fans questioning this collab and this lyric in particular and I think they're right. BTS should stop giving khh a bad name because now people will hate kpop.

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Ask 5: Hi BPP, a lot of people are offended over J.Cole’s verse on atheists being stupid for not believing in a higher people, which further proves to me that they take everything a person says to be something to be Personally offended over, not an honest expression of ones thoughts. And why I think a reason why so many arent listening to true hiphop, true rap, the same ones that the rap line no doubt listened to… It just symbolises to me that these same people are so used to the sanitized version of music that a lot of kpop produces too because jcole’s verse wasnt even that bad honestly… i don’t know, it just came across to me as the same reaction religious people will have when you tell them god doesn’t exist, and a lot of people wont take issue with that too. I know I don’t as someone who belives in a god same way I don’t care that jcole thinks atheists are stupid lool I don’t know im just seeing the hypocrisy and them being unable to let art be art, let music be music.

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Ask 6: heyya bbp~!

first of all, congrats to our hobi for another great track!!! haven’t been able to stop looping it bcuz it’s that good!! not only is army loving it, i’ve also seen jcole fans saying good things too and some really checked out hobi’s discography and were impressed,,which is what i’d call a successful collab! out of curiosity i checked the khiphop reddit to read what theyre reactions are but no surprise they only praised jcole and wanted other khiphop artists to have done it instead of hobi hah! i’m surprised that they’re still as snooty towards k-idols turned rappers,,but at the same time snooty ppl be snooty lol. but i’m curious if korean khiphop fans are still turning away the rapline’s work? esp hobi since he’s really made an effort to flex his skills in jitb,,i only ever seen ifans’ opinions and they’re hardly the representative when it comes to khiphop hah!

ofc whatever they’re opinions are it doesn’t impact hobi and suga and rm’s work in the long run,,especially since they’ve earned enough respect from their idols to be able to work with them,,i’m just curious! thankss bpp!

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These six asks more or less cover the range of questions I've been getting, so I've collated selected asks here to answer all at once. :)

Hi Anon(s),

I'll try to keep this short.

Overall and Abridged Review: On The Street for me is a solid 10/10.

The Lyrics (as I understand them)

Anon in Ask 1, first I’d like to refer you to Hobi’s interview in Variety where he talks about the song (linked here) and I’ve posted an excerpt screenshot below.

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Personally, rather than On The Street having a “see you later” message (probably inferred from Hobi waving goodbye to a kid in the opening scene), I see it more as a song marking a pivotal moment in both Hobi and Cole’s careers, as Hobi reflects on the paths he has walked to this point even as he continues on this street called life, and J. Cole wonders out loud if it’s time for a change, to grow beyond his identity as a rapper. It only feels like a “see you later” song in the sense that it will be a companion song, for me personally, while Hobi serves and until he returns from enlistment. I agree with the interpretation in the YouTube comment that Hobi is also storytelling/writing his second verse through dance while J. Cole is rapping, and that this is a beautiful way to see it too - but I’ll expound more on this below in Dance and the Message.

Anon in Ask 4, J. Cole is a brilliant lyricist and it’s funny you mentioned that line in particular because when I first heard it I nearly burst out laughing at how witty and brilliant it is. That line is an example of a classic Jermaine pun. I’ll explain: A lot of people grew up learning nursery rhymes, and one of the more popular ones I recall is Hey Diddle Diddle, which has the rhyme “the cow jumped over the moon”. This nursery rhyme is also the source of the English expression to be “over the moon” I.e. excited, elated, happy. J. Cole took that children’s rhyme and flipped it on it’s head to then mean the passage of time, “as the moon jumps over the cow”. He uses it to express time passing merrily for him as he contemplates his next career move. It’s also an absolutely brilliant way to rhyme with the previous bar that ends in “Golden Corral” (which is easily one of the sickest burns in his verse).

Anon in Ask 5, I agree with you almost fully. Outrage is the name of the game and has been the zeitgeist for at least 5 years now. Like what are you doing on the internet in 2023 if you’re not here annoyed, mocking something, being critical, and raging about something else? Even if that something is another autonomous human being expressing their opinion on God on their own song… Personally, when I come across HCP personalities online, I ignore them. If they interact with me I tell them they’ll somehow find a way to manage and cope, and we’ll all be alright in the end. In the case of this song, ignore them. They'll deal.

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Dance and the Message (as I understand it)

Hobi's verse in this song is only 8 bars. J-hope practically gifts this song to J. Cole who spits 32 solid bars on this track. We all know J. Cole - a veteran in the rap game who has earned respect from everyone from Hov, Ye, Kendrick, down to avantgarde heavyweights like Jay Electronica - is one of Hobi's idols and so it's heartwarming to see the way Hobi expresses his respect for J. Cole, dancing underground while J. Cole raps on top of a building with nothing but the sky above him.

J-Hope dances the entirety of J. Cole's verse, just feeling himself, losing himself to the music while his idol spits fire. It's so fucking decadent. At the end of J. Cole's verse, Hobi walks out of the subway and climbs to the top to meet J. Cole as equals.

Hobi begins the song in an NYC alley that opens up into a main street where Hobi performs the song's main choreography on. This is the same location in J. Cole's Simba - the song that starts the Simba trilogy in J. Cole's discography, which was the first main track on J. Cole's debut mixtape The Come Up that established him as a force to be reckoned with on the American rap scene at only 22 years old. The setting alone is a callback and homage to J. Cole's beginnings, on which Hobi raps about his own path, wanting to repay those who have helped formed him into what he is, and the hope he has going forward.

Hobi has done something like this before, calling his first mixtape Hope World reminiscent of J. Cole's debut studio album called Cole World.

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The Media and the Message (as I understand it)

One thing I absolutely adore about BTS's songs and music videos, is that they infuse them with the sort of depth that only comes from intimately knowing and respecting the subject matter, and they do so in such a subtle way that it's obvious they expect whoever is watching to actually know both the artist and the subject. They don't spoon-feed anything to the viewer, just present the art as is and if you've done your homework, that means you're their target audience and you're right in the middle of it with them. In the Variety interview I linked above, J-hope references his documentary (Anon who sent me the ask to review it, I've only seen clips and I'm yet to watch the full thing. When I do, I'll write about it 💜), where it shows Hobi meeting J. Cole and how he struggles but ultimately communicates his adoration and respect to Jermaine, and how Jermaine graciously receives it.

Take for instance how Hobi approached Chicken Noodle Soup originally by Bianca a.k.a. Young B who at the time she made that song and its iconic choreo, was only 16 years old. The song went viral but most of the royalties went to her uncle and she received almost nothing, she never got signed to a label, and was so badly burned by the industry that she only attempted making music again nearly 10 years after Chicken Noodle Soup. Hobi credits that song as one of the catalysts that sparked his love for hip hop and street dance. He reached out to Bianca and paid full rights (not just for a sample), to her (not her uncle), to use the song, and the music video is peppered with references to Harlem, NYC, where the song and dance originated. Showing that level of courtesy to smaller Black artists is rare in the US and virtually unheard of in Korea where the Korean hiphop (KHH) community is more notorious for wearing Black drag and appropriating a history of violence and a wealth of culture that they know absolutely nothing about, except that it looks cool.

When k-pop stans wax lyrical about how BTS is racist or does a Blaccent (this personally makes me chuckle because the people you often see saying this are white people who couldn't tell you the difference between an affected accent by a non-native speaker and a Blaccent if each slapped them on either side of their face), or that BTS doesn't have the respect of the Korean (or American) hip hop scene, et cetera, I chuckle and move on. Because as I've said, none of these people actually know what they're talking about.

The OGs of the KHH scene recognized the talent of BTS's rapline since debut, and have only expressed more respect for BTS as the years have gone by. I'm talking Tablo, the rest of Epik High, Tiger JK, etc. The Jay Parks of the world took some time to catch up, and if 'studio picture-gate' is any indication, they too have quickly come around to recognizing where they fit in the landscape relative to BTS. Rappers are generally egotistical people. They usually spend their time rapping about how they're the shit. What earns you respect is if you can actually back that shit up. And once you have that respect, you don't feel threatened by another rapper because you know anyone who gets to the top has had to earn it. It's what informs the mindset of "real recognize real". Namjoon, Yoongi, and Hoseok passed that hurdle, in my opinion, way back in 2016 with the release of Cypher Pt 4. Everything they've done since then is just jarra. And those at the very top, the Black rappers who imbibe the culture and history of rap music, have long recognized the rapline of BTS for what they are.

Personally, I love the song. The music, the whistling, the chord progression, the jazz and acoustic guitar instrumentation. Everything about it is perfect.

On The Street is an excellent example of what sets BTS apart from other idols and artists in Korea for me. This is a song conceived 100% in the mind of Jung Hoseok, and the seamlessness in execution, the maturity inherent in the respect paid to those whose music and culture they use as a medium, is present at every single point in the song. It's tastefully done, and 100% driven by the artist, and all I can do in the face of art like this, is respect it.

#“I LOVE YOU JUNK HOSEOK” is an unfortunate typo Anon in Ask 3 :) #But you're right Hobi has junk... in the front and in the trunk #At least going by that Bon Voyage ep lol #I hope you did well on your finals! 💜 #jhope #on the street #j cole #bts #bts rapline #music asks #khh #jung hoseok #hoseok

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the teensy-est tech drabble | GN! fluff

you enter the bad batches barracks on kamino. you’re their assigned medic as tech felt he had a full time job as a mechanic and did not have time for wrecker related injuries anymore.

when you first joined the batch, you seemed to get along with wrecker the best, however it was comforting talking to tech. during long hyperspace journeys you found yourself diving into deep conversations that would last hours. the man could go on and on about the most interesting things. the way his brain worked fascinated you as a doctor, but as a human, it was his heart that really caught your attention.

he was kind by nature, funny, polite, considerate, and that smile. every time he smirked it sent a flush of heat over your skin and sent your heart racing.

to say you didnt have a crush on him would be an obvious lie, so you embraced it. asking him more personal questions, using medical excuses to spend more time with him and to get closer to him physically.

so far your progress was moving slowly, but one night gave it the push it needed.

the door to the barracks wooshed open. inside were hunter and tech. hunter was lifting a weight by the large window, watching the storm and tech was at his station tinkering with what looked like a motherboard.

“hey, tech.” you said walking over to his bunk.

“oh hey hunter, how are you hunter, whatcha doing hunter?” hunter said in a whiny, high pitched voice obviously offended you blanked him.

“oh yeah, and you i guess.” you giggled, returning his sarcasm.

“you know what im just going to go to the training room.” hunter announced defeated.

you sat on techs bunk, something he was more then happy with you doing as you were now close friends in his eyes.

“what are you working on?” you asked.

“i am embedding a program into this motherboard.”

“how does it work?”

tech began to explain the ins and outs of the piece of technology, what its used for, when it was invented, how it improves things, and suddenly you began to feel sleepy.

not that tech wasn’t interesting, you just felt…safe. you layed your head back on his pillow and your eyes flickered shut to the sound of techs information.

“and with the added data, it will be able to-“ tech said turning around on his chair, noticing you resting.

“why’d you stop?”

“are you bored?”

“no! no, of course not. your voice is just… so relaxing. keep talking, please.”

techs eyes softened. no one had ever wanted him to keep talking about his interests, especially wrecker.

“gladly.”

tech went on for another half an hour, by then you were sound asleep, he let you sleep in his bunk and he used crosshairs. seeing as cross rarely slept, this wasnt an issue.

as tech fell asleep, his mind drifted to you. he couldnt help but feel a flutter in his chest when he heard your words. he had found an new admiration for you and was keen to see where this path would lead.

#techsimp #the bad batch #tech x reader #tech fanfiction #bad batch fanfic #bad batch season 2 #hunter bad batch #please ignore typos #i tried my best #i dont know how to use this app

[donnydamakkk]

What are your unpopular opinions on any/all of the BAU women?

(i saw the word unpopular after so i jus gave general opinions shdgsdjdsdk sorry but some of it is prolly unpopular anyway)

jennifer jareau is the apple of my mothafuckin eye fr. the literal love of my life. i am so serious when i say every blonde woman that i have ever found attractive needs to bow down before her (n samantha stephens) n kiss the mothafuckin ring. she is so slept on n i feel like people don't really understand or appreciate the many layers of her. i feel like she's so widely misunderstood. tbh people's takes on her tend to make my eye twitch real bad. as beautiful as she is, i feel like "soft", beautiful looks contribute a lot to her massive mischaracterization. except rosie's; she understands jj, she gets it. but for the most part, i dont feel like people should b allowed to speak on her bcus they're prolly wrong. (also butch jj is the best hc ever, but we all know i feel that way)

i really love emily prentiss, i do. she's intelligent, soulful, goofy in a way that doesn't feel ridiculous or stupid (contrary to a lot of fanon portrayal) but i mostly feel like that about early seasons emily. the more she left n returned, the less it seemed like the writing for her character was true to her n it started to feel bland. i often ask myself in later seasons where her personality went bcus at a some point she jus feels kinda blank n like shes there for fan service. it isn't emily's fault tho; it's all the writers. i love emily tho. also i hc her as bisexual now bcus idk i feel like u would have to swing from multiple vines to participate in sin to win; i can see her being w women n men equally as far as sex goes but being more likely to fall in love w women but sometimes she'll fall in love w a man n b like, well shit... ok n rockin w it but yes, shes a bi babe. i have also concluded that homegirl has a type n jj would b the exception to her rule/type bcus emily is def robert deniro (iyyk). anyway....

no one is allowed to hate elle greenaway, alright? as much as i do love gideon, everything that went wrong elle is his n hotch's fault n i mean that wholeheartedly. anyway, she was a cool as a fan w ice in it, bruh. i b missing her so much. also, i was proud of her when she shot that serial rapist; he was never gon stop offending. she did the right thing.

jordan todd was such a sweet, sensitive baby but she was functional n driven n i like that. she's also flirty. i like that too. idk man. i loved her so much, and ya know, i really loved her for really highlighting all the work jj does and reminding them all to like really appreciate her. she was a great temp; i hope she's happy somewhere. also i will never not scream about this but HER AND EMILY PRENTISS GOT NASTY n i would like to see it (:

i didn't enjoy ashley seaver or her arc. contrary to popular belief, it isn't bcus she replaced jj. it's bcus shes the only team member they've ever had that was there without any actual professional merit. girl wasnt even finished w the academy, and i, for one, did not enjoy watching what was essentially an internship. also she was boring so.

i like penelope garcia a lot; she's fun n she's sweet. i would like to write for her more but i find it difficult bcus she doesn't feel like a real person to me. which is like not to say i haven't met people like her bcus i have but whenever i do, it's kinda jarring n i always feel like i jus hallucinated. also my view of emotions is... yeah. so, there are times where she's kinda paralyzed w emotions that grind me a bit bcus idk i kinda feel like if ur emotions aren't servicing u in that moment then u needa jus suck it up n deal w them later, u not getting nowhere if u crying to much to function n then u still have this problem; so suck it up n deal w the problem n cry later n she has to b reminded of that often which again grinds me a bit but thats a me thing. i dont hold that against PG but it's jus sumn that we are not compatible on n that's fine. also i love love love love love love her n her dynamic w morgan ofc but some of the nicknames she calls him makes me personally uncomfortable as a black person but i mean hey... also, evolution was a disgusting disservice to her character n she deserves to b happy n at peace w her life away from the bau; she coulda came back without getting sucked back into a job that was messing her up mentally. she deserves better

i don't really have an opinion of kate callahan. i don't like her. i don't dislike her. i simply did not connect to her at all; also s10 wasn't a strong season fr so that ain't even really her fault. i do like that scene w her n my jocks on the plane tho. i like jennifer love hewitt tho (maddie buckley is that bitch fr). she b cool in stuff.

alex blake, my beloved fr; she calms me. i love that. i really really really loved her on the team; i loved how that version of the team functioned so much. it's one of, if not my favorite version of the team. she is the best (later seasons) replacement character hands down. god, i loved everything about her. literally everything about her. i fr don't have any notes, 11/10 fr. i miss her terribly. i would also let her do unspeakable things to my body so long as she talks me thru it n i know she would. anyway, i hope she's happy teaching n living her life <3

okay don't jump me but like the v worst thing any show could do to me w any character is introduce them w terrible hair. it's shallow as fuck, i will admit that but if that's how i first meet them? baby! i will never get over it, i will never unsee it n it will impact my ability to consume that character moving forward. that to say n i do hate to say it but tara lewis is a character who has fallen victim to this. they shoulda never introduced her in that fuckass wig. it pisses me off jus thinkin about it n she was in it for a while so as shallow n terrible as it is, it affected my connection to her. but it is what it is, im not apologizing for it. also, she has the horrific misfortune of being introduced in the late late late seasons when for the most part they wasn't even trying in the writers room fr, which sucks. bcus im gonna b particularly honest here, i dont feel a thing for her or luke. i like matt bcus i watched beyond borders n bcus i mentally connect him to jj as her male tethered. i also, so sorry, don't care that she's queer; i don't like how that whole thing was written. it didn't do shit for me at all. really, in conclusion, tara lewis is a victim to criminal minds writing team n costume department. so justice for tara!! but no yea she not my homie or nothin like that; i don't hate her tho.

#ro's asks #jennifer jj jareau #emily prentiss #elle greenaway #jordan todd #ashley seaver #alex blake #kate callahan #tara lewis #penelope garcia

[eddieshellfxre]

Arcadia

Eddie Munson x reader

word count: 2.2k

Summary: you come down from the big city to spend your summer holiday in Hawkins with your family. You meet Eddie and things start going somewhere

content: slight flirt, extremely soft smut

a/n i just felt like writting something today, its not as good as i want it to be but i still hope you like it. let me know if i should continue to do a part 2

1986

Summer begins and you decide to visit your cousins Mike and Nancy for the holidays in Hawkins. You havent been here in ages, but you missed all the fun you used to have here. Hawkins would be the perfect escape for the summer, an escape from all the problema you had going on.

Nancy is the one picks you up from the airport, and as soon as you walk out the doors there she is, with the biggest smile on her face. Nancy is your favorite cousin, shes your age and you always connected like you were best friends.

“y/n” Nancy says smiling and arms wide open ready to hug you. You drop your luggage and run to her

“Nance!!!! oh my how ive missed you” you embrace each other in a tight hug “how are you? thank you for picking me up”

“im going great! its no problem. Mom and Dad are so excited to see you” you pick up your luggage from the floor and make your way to the car “we just gotta make a little stop on the way home. I need to go and pick up Mike from the arcade” she says rolling her eyes

“its no problem, im excited to see Mike. I bet hes all grown up”

Nancy looks at you with a unamused look and looks back at the road “yeah only in size” you laugh at her remark and smack her arm. The car ride wasnt long, but it was enough so you could catch up about the last 3 years.

You arrive at the arcade and Nancy beeps twice so Mike knows she has arrived. You look at the door anxious to see your cousin all grown up. Mike swings the door open as soon as he sees you

“Y/N AHHHHHH” he runs to you hugging you tight “i cant believe youre really here!!! youre staying the whole summer right? you have to, there are so many cool things i have to show you!! like the arcade, the mall omg!! the mall” Mike is way too excited and doesnt shut up for a bit.

Behind Mike you see a tall figure, long hair, denim vest and ripped jeans coming towards you. You question yourself who could that be, even though you were intrigued you knew it was trouble. He looks at you with a small smile on his face and places a hand on Mikes shoulder

“Hello” he says looking at you not breakinf eye contact “you must be Mike’s older cousin!” the way he talks and smiles give you the butterfly effect on your belly.

Mike is all smiles at this point and decides to introduce his friend to you but he’s cut off “this is Edward Munson. But everyone just calls him-“

“Eddie, you can call me Eddie” he picks up you hand and places a kiss on it in sort of a ironic way. He really didnt seem like the lovey dovey kind of guy and you didnt mind. Face still near your hand he looks up walking closer to your face “and i know youre Mike’s cousin but i still haven been properly introduced” you swallow dry of how close hes standing next to you right now

You part your lips to introduce yourself, you hear your name being screamed at from a far. Behind Eddie you see Dustin running to you screaming your name. You have always liked Dustin, he was the sweetest boy ever, you looked to him like a younger brother. Dustin pushes Eddie to the side and hugs you “Dustinnnnnn” you say squeezing him tight “hows my favorite Hawkins boy?” Dustin looks at you with the biggest smile plastered on his face.

You look over at Eddie and hes got the most confused face ever “I guess you got what my name was” you say laughing “you look confused are you alright”

Eddie looks at Dustin and back at you “Yeah im alright, i just didnt know Dustin knew you so well”

Dustin looks at Eddie placing his hand on his chest looking offended “so well? shes like a sister to me, i-“ Dustin cuts himself off and starting to look at you and Eddie, a smile appears on his face and you could have sworn if this was a cartoon a lightbulb would have appeared at the top of his head “y/n youve met Eddie…. why dont you come see us play at our d&d campaign! Eddie is the president of our Hellfire Club” Hellfire Club? D&D? I mean I might not be interested in the game but….

“Sure why not, I’ve seen you kids play for years. You dont mind do you Nance?” Nancy tries to hide the smile that shes forming by shaking her head. You say your goodbyes and sit back in the front seat ready to go home, you roll down the window and Eddie walks closer to it placing a hand on the roof of the car lowering his head down to meet you “well, i guess this is goodbye then” Hes so close you can smell the cigarette and old musky cologne mixed together. You know you just met but Eddie is already making you feel some type of way.

Eddie looks down at your eyes and down at your lips and says “no, i dont think so” Nancy drives off laughing like a maniac, you keep looking over at her and back at the road rolling your eyes. You knew what she was thinking, you knew her way too well not to know. Mike talks the whole ride home, telling you about his girlfriend El and all the fun things they’d do with their friends but all you could think of is Eddie.

You arrive home, the Wheeler residence. How you’ve missed this! You walk in and auntie Karen is already preparing dinner. You silently walk behind her and hug her from behind whispering “smells great” she jumps up hugging you “ive missed auntie, i cant believe im here again”

She breaks the hug looking with a straight face at you “again…. it took you long enough to come back” she looses the firm look and breaks into a smile “you are so grown up, look at how beautiful you look” she spins you around laughing “go get ready for dinner its almost done”

You walk up the stairs to the guest bedroom with your luggage to start unpacking. You hear a knock at the door and open up to find Nancy on the other side. She walks in and starts to help you unpack your bags. Some time goes buy and Nancy is oddly quiet just smiling. it peaks your interest so you decide to break the silence and ask “who got you smiling like that? You thinking about Jonathan?” you joke around. Nancy looks up at you and shakes her head “Not Jonathan?? Then who— Nancyyyyyy again? Don’t tell me its Steve” Nancy remains quiet and begins to smile again. You throw your hand up in the air and start shaking your head “Nancy, listen to me its not gonna go down well, look at what happened last time” Nancy parts her lips to start talking but is cut off buy auntie Karen’s calling downstairs “saved by your mom” you point out.

At the dinner table you hear the phone ring, Mike gets up to get it, you dont really understand what hes saying because hes almost whispering but you figure out its probably his girlfriend calling from California. Mike ends the calls and sits back down at the table looking stressed

“Honey whats wrong? Is it El?” auntie Karen says

“Nnnn- Yes, it was, she ermmmm she cant come to Hawkins during the summer break. Yeah its a bummer” Mike wasnt the best lier in the world and you could tell this was a lie. The door bell rings and he freezes “I’LL GO” and storms off to open the door

Moments later Mike walks in the dining room with Eddie behind him. You drop your jaw as soon as you understand everything thats going on, you look over at Nancy and know exactly shes thinking the same as you

Eddie greats everyone with a wave “So sorry for arriving late Karen, Mike invited me but must have forgotten to say anything about it” Mike looks panicked eating his spaghetti.

“Eddie sweetheart its no problem at all, here have a plate and sit there next to y/n” oh just great “Eddie have you met y/n? shes my sister’s daughter”

He looks at you smiling while sitting down next to you “oh ive had the pleasure Karen, thank you” he leans to your side and bit and whispers “hi again” You respond with a shy smile, Eddie laughs and begins to eat.

Dinner is over and you walk outside to the garden and sit wrapped up in a blanket looking at the stars, something you dont see often in New York. The back door opens and Eddie walks out “hey… whats a girl like you doing alone in a place like this” he laughs walking closer to you “can i sit down next to you” you nod your head and he sits close to you

“you want a bit of the blanket? its big enough for both” you open up the blanket and wrap it around Eddie too “soooo…. whats it about you Eddie?” he turns to you confused “tell me about you”

“theres not really much to tell you. i live with my uncle, i been stuck in school for god knows how long” he laughs trying to find something in his pocket “i also play in a band” you look at him interested “i play guitar. my band is called Corroded Coffin…. you should come see us play sometime. We dont usually have a pretty crowd or a crowd at all for that matter except the drunks…. but if you went we’d have a pretty crowd at least” his voice cracks a bit looking down. You smile at him, you can feel something in the air not sure what but its something, you feel nervous around Eddie, butterflies pop out of nowhere. He pulls something out of his denim best between his ring and index finger, you notice his rings shinning as the light from inside the house hits ir ever so slightly “you smoke?” you nod your head, “i must warn you, this is the good stuff. Ain’t nothing like the shit you have up in the big city” he laughs, you place the blunt between your lips and Eddie lights it up for you, his face near your face looking at your lips while you suck in the substance.

You pass it on to Eddie as he takes it between his fingers he looks down “holy fuck” he breaths out “youre making it really hard for me”

“im not doing anything at all im just here”

“exactly” you turn to each other and he places his thumb on your chin pulling your face closer to his he kisses you, soft at first. This is what was in the air, this tension. Sexual! You want him to take you right there right now “why do you drive me crazy like this” you shrug your shoulders as pulls you by the waist suggesting you go on his lap “come here” he breaths out, you sit on his lap, re-arranging the hair around his face, you lean in to kiss him, his hands gripping onto your hips. You grind your hips on his jeans creating friction, Eddie’s breath cracks as he feels himself getting tighter in his jeans “fuck— i really dont wanna”

“y/n” you hear your aunt’s voice calling you from inside the house. You jump off Eddie’s lap and stand in front of him scared your aunt would see you

“i gotta— i gotta go Eddie” You say worried that you were gonna get caught by someone. Eddie grunts out weakly, begging you to stay a while longer. You kiss him one last time, you feel his hands drift down your lower back stopping at your hips “Ed- i really gotta go” you pull away from him. “Im coming auntie Karen” you shout from the backyard

“oh i wish you were” Eddie says folding the blanket and handing it over to you. You smack his arm playfully “good thing its the whole summer right? I dont enjoy leaving things unfinished” he winks at you and your cheeks turn red. You walk Eddie over to the front door, he turns around leaning on the door frame, fingers playing with the pins on his vest “got plans for tomorrow? i was thinking we could go somewhere…. after hellfire club. Youre coming to hellfire right?”

you nod your head “if you’ll have me ill go. and sure im down for anything” you lean in to kiss his cheek goodbye and notice he tries to turn his head to meet your lips. “goodnight Eddie”

“Goodnight y/n” Eddie turns around and walks to his van. you close the door behind him and turn around and find Nancy at the top of the stairs, arms crossed with a look of irony in her face. You look at her and give her a fake smile and walk uo the stair

“have fun babe?” Nancy says putting her hand on your shoulder “need a ride tomorrow to hellfire?”

“oh shut up” you laugh “hes a fun guy what do you want me to say. i find him intriguing” you throw your hands up “im gonna go to bed im pretty tired”

“ohhhhhhh i bet you are. Goodnight y/n” Nancy mocks, imitating Eddie’s tone.

You walk into your room and close the door. Still confused at what happened, not understanding why or how this guys got you feeling like this but you liked it, its new and its exciting.

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddiemunson #eddiestrangerthings #stranger things #stranger things eddie munson #stranger things s4 #hellfire club #hellfire #st4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #reader x eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fic #stranger things fic

[nenestansunsthings]

a drabble based on tv static?

there wasnt a hermit specified here, so i wrote, uh... a lot of em? but thank you so much for your joe vote, theuwumaster!!! this was very fun to write, so i hope you enjoy :))

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"This is, by far, the weirdest thing that has ever happened to us."

There's a small murmur amongst the people crowded by the TV, all watching the poll live. Grian truly isn't sure whether its agreement or dissent. They've had some experiences.

This definitely does rank up there as one of the weird ones, though. 100 percent.

"I'm honestly still mad I lost," Jimmy mutters. Grian snorts. As if. You went up against Scott, Timmy. Not a chance. "What! It's true. Don't laugh at me, Grian."

"We put up a good fight," Tango assures him- everyone? Everyone seems to accept it. "Those eight just put up a better one. Or campaigned harder? Could be both."

"I mean, the campaigning is definitely a fight. Joe spent actual, non-diamond money." Xisuma shrugs. "And there's quite a lot of people saying all the art swayed them to vote for someone they'd never heard of before. The campaigns work!"

"So we didn't campaign hard enough..." Scott sighs, slumping down dramatically. "How did we not campaign hard enough? How are we not sexy enough? I was a hot vampire, for god's sakes!"

"Well, Scott Smajor," Charlie Slimecicle says, "it seems they're just hotter. No-one can compete against the Hot Guy."

"There's like seven people trying to compete against Hotguy right now."

"And?"

Grian tunes them out, curling back up and looking at the TV. It's not the best quality- weird interdimensional shows about a past-present-future poll aren't exactly easy to get service for- but it's interesting. Honestly, he's kind of insulted he got kicked off so early. And...

"What're you thinking, Grian?" Pearl asks, nudging him playfully. "Sad you lost to another red bird?"

"They don't even draw his wings red!" he squawks, offended. "But nah. Not really. I've got... other things in mind."

"Hm." Pearl hums. "Like the winner? I mean, I sure hope Cleo wins. It means I didn't lose for nothing."

"Not Scar or Mumbo?" he teases. "Shame on you, Pearl! What happened to Boatem loyalty?"

"I'd sell you all for a single corn chip."

"Ouch." He laughs. "... Hm. Yeah, I was thinking about who'd win. Who I'd want to win."

"Etho for sure!" Joel declares. "I mean, really. Look at him. He got added as a block into Minecraft. He's like the ultimate candidate."

"I think BDubs could surprise us," comes Impulse's addition. "I mean, it's not likely, he's against Cleo, but it sure would be interesting. I'd like to see it."

"Doc, too!" Ren leans forward, stage-whispering like this is a secret. "I mean, have you seen those abs? Those beautiful, beautiful machines? You'd better not forget the power that man holds!"

"If you ask me, I hope Joe wins," Scott chimes in. "I mean, I do know all of you guys, but come on. Joe shot me for being homophobic. Which I'm too gay to be. Legally I have to support him to support the gays. Plus, his fanbase just keeps growing the more he campaigns. He's the surprising underdog in this race." He pauses. "... And I fear for our souls if Cleo wins."

"Aw, Scott! What happened to Double Life loyalty?"

"You are unbelievable, Pearl."

Pearl snickers. From in the back, someone else pipes up.

"I think you all are underestimating someone," Wilbur says with a smile. "It's a shame I didn't have to go up against Quackity this round, but alas. It means poor Mr. Hills has to deal with him alone. My yin is a formidable opponent." He covers a small smile with a gloved hand. "I know that from experience. Very intimate experience."

"Oooh, yeah. And your side of the people will probably be supporting him, too..." Pearl grins. "Nah. No chance. I believe in our viewers. We're gonna have a Hermitsweep on our hands soon enough!"

Wilbur flips her off. She bursts into guffawing laughter.

"Well, okay! I see your point." She slumps over Grian, enjoying how the smaller man yelps at her weight. "What about you, G? You rooting for Scar? I mean, the people love him and his abs. His scitties. And a sidekick has to support his hero, am I right?"

"I still haven't gotten the sidekick clothes off him, Pearl. Not a sidekick yet." He shakes his head. "And anyway, there's only one person I'd support."

He snaps his fingers, and the TV explodes into static, faint flickers of purple glimmering in the grey. The room erupts into protests as the broadcast is cut off.

"Five diamonds per person if you want me to turn it back on, people!" Grian says gleefully. "All proceeds go to the most worthwhile campaign of all!"

A grin splits his face. "Mumbo for Mayor."

#mcyt #im not tagging everyone thats too many people for only a few paragraphs!! #sun art #this does NOT represent my vote btw i am 10000000 percent a joesweeper. if you vote joe hills and send me proof ill make you a story!

[bayisdying]

Lucky Penny - Chapter Thirteen

A/N okay I lied. Angst is still here with us babes. 🤷‍♀️ my fucking bad.

A week after she woke up, Lucky was medically cleared to head home on the condition that someone was home with her all around the clock.

That would be no problem with everyone rallied around her. Her mom and Dulce had gotten a hotel room nearby, and it's not like base was very far from the cottage either.

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A burden.

That's how everyone had described it when William started dating a woman with a child. A burden he didn't need in his life.

Sometimes she felt like those people were right, he had totally changed his life practically overnight to be a father figure to a child that wasnt his own. He never complained out loud, but sometimes she wondered if he hated her. If he wished she wasn't there at all, that Delilah hadn't come with baggage in the shape of a child.

Had he hated her all those years?

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Nobody was letting her do a damn thing herself. She couldn't even walk to the bathroom without someone following her in case she fainted. She knew they meant well, but it was starting to really irritate her.

She couldn't remember the last time her mother even babied her like this, probably before William had died. The woman was cooking up a storm using the cottages small kitchen to her full advantage. Soups, casseroles, baked goods, it didn't matter what it was Delilah was cooking. Then she'd practically force the food down her daughter's throat. Hoping that the homemade meals would help her feel better.

And as much as I loved her mother's cooking, she was starting to resent it. All she wanted was a burger and fries from the Hard Deck. She stopped eating most of what her mother brought to her. She hid just enough to fool the older woman, then threw it away later.

If her mother knew about it, she never said a word.

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A burden.

That's what her biological father had thought of her, why he left before her first birthday. He had tried for the first ten months,but he was young and wasn't ready to be weighed down by a child.

Lucky never met the man, but once she got curious and looked him up on social media. He'd been married to some woman for fifteen years and they had four kids. Four half-siblings who probably had no idea they had an older sister.

She had cried herself to sleep that night.

They weren't burdens, so why was she?

-----

She knew he was trying his best, but Fanboy was the worst offender of not letting her be independent. Anything she needed? He grabbed it. She mentioned being uncomfortable? Here comes Mickey with another pillow and blanket.

She stopped saying it out loud, because she didn't want him to think she couldn't do things.

"Cariño, are you okay?" He had asked one night and Lucky couldnt decide to laugh or cry.

"I'm okay babe."

"Are you sure? You've been a little distant recently. I just want to make sure you're okay."

She shrugged "I'm just fine Mickey, but I have a headache so I'm going to take one of those migraine meds and go to bed."

He watched as she walked away, he had no idea how to help her get through this funk, but he wasn't going to give up on her.

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A burden.

Wasn't that why her and Mickey had snuck around for years? They didn't want their relationship to sabotage their Naval careers. For it to be used against them. Hadn't that made her a burden to him for all these years?

Maybe he still felt that way about her sometimes, a dirty little secret who could ruin his life.

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Even Hangman was getting on her nerves, and not like he usually did. He'd come in and sit on the bed and just talk for HOURS. Lucky swear she's learned more about Jake Seresin than she ever wanted to know.

She was happy they had become closer, but this was too much. She knew about his first girlfriend, that he went as a cowboy for three Halloweens in a row, and far too many more facts.

She stopped listening, stopped giving her input. She simply rolled to face away from him and if he didn't notice her indifference that was on him.

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A burden.

She often wonders if Katie and her would still be friends or if Katie would have finally wisened up and dumped her troublemaker best friend.

Katie had been patient and kind, able to get Baylie out of whatever shenanigans she could get into.

Perhaps the burden of being the perfect friend had made Katie want to die so badly.

If only Baylie could have been a better friend, maybe the world would still have Katie.

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Coyote felt guilty, he was the reason Lucky had turned back in the first place. The reason her jet had exploded, and the reason she had nearly died out there.

He brought her little trinkets, knowing damn well her mother was making her enough food to feed the small army of Daggers.

He apologized profusely, despite her placating him by saying she didn't have regrets.

He didn't get it.

She didn't need any fucking reminders of her condition, of what had caused it. She wanted to move past it, but everyone kept holding her back.

One night it all came to a head, most of the group was in the living room. Lucky walked out and immediately Delilah, Mickey, Jake, and Javy all jumped up to help her to the couch. She brushed them all off and bypassed the couch entirely and went into the kitchen to grab her Ben & Jerry's from the freezer but her hands fumbled and she dropped it on the floor.

They all fussed over her, and then Coyote finally said the straw that broke her.

"I'm so sorry Lucky."

"Stop fucking apologizing Javy." She snapped. The most words they had heard her say in days, they all just stared. "In fact all of you just fucking stop. I don't need to be babied."

Then the flood gates fully opened.

"Mom, I love you but you don't have to cook all the time. I haven't even been eating lately and you haven't even noticed. So much for caring for your kid."

She pointed at Mickey "and you, I love how much you care about me but for fuck sake I can get things for myself. I'm just on neurological watch I'm not a fucking invalid."

"Jake." The blonde opened his mouth then decided against it. "I can't listen to another one of your stupid fucking stories. I don't care that Amanda broke your heart in third grade when she kissed Logan right in front of you. Or that you had zero creativity as a child and had to re-use Halloween costumes."

"And you Javy "I can't stop apologizing" Machado. If I hear the word sorry out of your mouth one more time I will punch your lights out. I don't give a fuck that you're sorry. I would have done it for anyone on that mission. You aren't fucking special."

A beat of silence then

"I'm going back to bed, and I don't want to see any of you anytime soon. I will text Nix or Bob if I need anything."

She stomped her way down the hallway completely abandoning the ice cream and leaving the people who cared the most about her in the dust. The slam of the bedroom door shook all the walls in the cottage.

Baylie "Lucky" Steele sure as fuck felt like a burden as she slid down the door and sobbed.

Maybe she always had been a damn burden.

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A/N: WHEEEEEEE THE ANGST RIDE IS STILL GOING ON.

#top gun #top gun maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #robert bob floyd #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin #natasha phoenix trace #lucky x fanboy #bob top gun #hangman #fanboy x lucky #mickey garcia #mickey fanboy garcia x oc #fanboy top gun #baylie lucky steele #callsign lucky

[tulpafcker]

yeah reading that webebed comic is making me think about like. growing up On Line and knowing there was something wrong with me, KNOWING i had a personality disorder and just not knowing Which One, but knowing it was most likely one of the two that people dont give much sympathy to

but then also being surrounded by people who do the same things i did and DIDN'T have those disorders

is such... a wild fucking experience. i joke like "haha more people should think theyre a sociopath growing up, it humbles you and makes you painfully aware of how people see the shit youre doing" but like, even if the people i knew thought that of themselves, they wouldnt care! theyd brush it off or think theyre one of the good ones (tm) with no self reflection!! and thats because I did it!!

like. as a teenager, i genuinley thought "its not that i dont FEEL remorse, its just that i havent done anything that was bad enough to feel remorse over!" and concluded that i didn't have aspd

like. i was simultaneously self aware and not self aware, except since i was more self aware than most, it was easy for me to believe that nothing escaped my field of view

and even to this day, it's like... why?? i was in a whole fucking group of remorseless assholes who were overly violent about people we didnt like! we were ALL quick to turn on each other, and we were just a small group of a huger group! we couldnt ALL have aspd?? and WE DONT!!! WE DIDNT!!!

some of them were just being teenagers, some of them have other shit wrong with them that they either got help for or... didn't.

its just. aaaaa!! and yes depending on who it was directed on, my anger issues and impulsivity were both used to help the group and ostracize me! my friends LIKED when i could turn on people on a dime and drive them out of the group if they did something percieved as Bad. some of them genuinley WERE horrifically manipulative people and it was good that they got out of there SOMEhow. but they got out because the server admin was too pussy to do her job and Administrate The Server so it was My job. but if the admin herself or her friends hurt me (for instance, by saying that i was selfish for wanting to kill myself,) then suddenly i was scary and irrational and couldnt be trusted. fun!

and this suuuucks but wrt the webbe comic i see myself a lot in gage in that his Go To Excuse (im traumatized!!!) was MY go to excuse back in the day. plus i struggle w like. just because i dont MEAN to be manipulative, doesnt mean that i cant BE manipulative, plus its not the other partys fault for feeling manipulated

gage is lowkey also kinda unempathetic to milo cuz he finds milo annoying at times and uhhh thats a hashtag struggle of hashtag mine

and like. id never date an actual fucking murderer (but then again i can just SAY anything. in another life i could see myself justifying it if i was in a worse spot) but the reaction towards gage vs milo by the commentors of the comic is telling imo

in that gage (as far as we know) has been thru shitty situations and we dunno how he grew up yet (or maybe we do idk im not done) and he has maladaptive, manipulative, and hurtful coping mechanisms just like milo does but in the comments milo is seen as a wrong but still sympathetic guy while gage.. isnt

and thags kind of how it felt, yk. growing up the way i did. like i wasnt the best person but neither were the other guys but they got sympathy because they *appeared* good and pitiable and soft, they were treated like flawed yet human individuals going thru it, and i was lowkey dehumanized even before i ever really thought i had Dehumanized Implicitly Personality Disorder

ALSO the "sorry for saying s*ciopath i didnt mean to offend people w aspd" part in the comic Gets Me because there are people who do say that BUT thats the begining and end of anything they say abt aspd and its kiiind of hurting it ngl

cuz like. i agree honestly! i think people should maybe not say sociopath as freely as they do anymore. for one its not used diagnostically anymore and for two; in the layperson, the word paints a picture of a very stereotypical moviefied version of someone with aspd. so not only is it not used medically, its used in a way that dehumanizes people with actual aspd- in fact a lot of people dont even know that its CALLED aspd!

and of course, Not Saying Sociopath Anymore isnt gonna solve ableism (i learned the term aspd from an Ableist Video after all) but like. it would be nice? maybe?? to have the basic decency to not be referred to by a word thats used to either treat me like a dogshit criminal implicitly OR sell a warped version of the thing i struggle with to hollywood audiences and or true crime affecionados

but because of people who ONLY say that stuff and nothing else, the notion isnt really taken seriously by anyone and is brushed off as Stupid Internet Stuff + a smattering of "if you REALLY had REAL aspd you wouldnt CARE wether or not someone called you a sociopath!!!"

which of course is ironically another example of ableism not being solved by Changing Terms but uhh yeah since the fauxtivist puriteen blogs r where a lot of people first heard of the concept its IMMIDIATLEY written off as stupid internet stuff and i just think its very very funny that milo webcomicboy said that just like. as a microcosm of him? say/do shit that sounds progressive but does stuff that actually is either a) irrelevant or b) hurts people more than it helps them

also just bc i relate to gage doesnt mean i like him theyre all pieces of shit. i like him as a character not as a person. everyone here sucks assssssssssssssss but im just. observing plus a lil like. not exactly recognition of self thru the other but "oh god that COULDVE been me if i didnt get very very very lucky" self awareness did not fix me and it did not save me but it saved me just a leeeeeeeeettle bit and thats enough babeyyy

if this makes no sense im SORRY ive been soo traumatixed also im LITERALLY neurodivergent and a minor???? ugh!!!

(nah fr fr it is late as all fuckkkkk idk if this is coherent. if its not just shhhhh let it fade into obscurity thanks i appreciste it)

[aftonfamilyvalues]

do you think snape loved harry?

i mean, when dumbledore asks him he seems kind of offended before summoning his doe patronus to signify it was always about lily but that doesnt necessarily mean he was telling the truth. i dont think he would ever actually admit it if he did care about harry anyway. and then theres also the fact snape is just mean as a person so any preferential treatment given towards harry would instantly out his true alignment against the death eaters and voldemort.

but on the other hand he absolutely would not have done all that if he wasnt lilys child. i guess it also depends on if its movie snape or book snape too because from what ive seen so far, completely different snapes. movie snape? i think he did in as a sort of guardian way. book? i wouldnt know yet.

#ask #harry fazfuck

[celestialking]

Id love to read it but you don't have to haha

You have enough om your plate as is. you can do it if you wanna but absolutely no pressure to do it

-Icarus

Here's my little version of what you sent T^T I hope that you don't mind me randomly mentioning corpse. And I hope you don't mind me writing this little version. T^t I don't want to offend you or anything

Also idk what the song hoodie is about👍T^T

The ceiling was a pretty boring place to stare at, but you couldn't help it. You needed a song, a new one, something fresh.

It had been nights of crumpled up papers and frustrated moans as you continued to write pieces of songs that looked like a patchwork quilt of all the others you published.

You just needed a thought, just anything to get that creative spark going. You rolled over on your bed listening to the silence that plagued you.

Maybe ocean noises would help? White noise? The sound of the city? The queen of England reciting an Eminem song as if it was shakespear? Okay, the last one made you giggle. Your eyes scoured the room looking for a smidge of inspiration. Then you landed on it.

A hoodie.

One that prodded at old memories. They still hurt. It was a gift, sort of. He had left it behind and never came back to get it. And you could never bring yourself to call or text. You sure he didn't want it back now.

Quackity.

That's a cute nickname. The memories hurt but isn't that where heartbreak songs came from?

You allowed yourself to revisit those times. It had been a while ago. A bit over a full year now. You had been streaming minecraft, mindlessly rambling about a new song you had been hinting at. Were you finally going to tell them that the Corpse had asked you to collab. No. But they'd find out eventually. How many dark and mysterious clues could you drop before they thought of Mister "choke me" himself?

The door jiggled slightly making your heart learch. There was only one other person who had the key to your place, Alex. That sneaky duck. He never told you he was coming over today, he was a day early.

You hurried to end stream before bounding out to the living room. He was standing in the kitchen clicking aimlessly on his phone.

"Hey," you greeted. "I have something to tell you,"

"So do i, maybe I should go first, its-"

"it's about my new song-"

"(y/n)"

"you'll never believe who asked for a collab-"

Alex sighed. "(Y/n),"

"So I was thinking we go out to dinner and-"

This time your name was said a bit forcefully, his voice a bit louder.

You stopped rambling looking at him confused. In your eagerness to tell him the good news you had failed to notice how drained and tired he looked.

"Hey, Alex, we don't have to go to dinner tonight. I- I just kind of meant at some point while you're visiting," you stuttered softly.

He was now biting his lip, a nervous habit of his. "I know you've been traveling all day so it's fine,"

"No, it's not that just- I can't do dinner,"

Was it selfish of him to hope you'd understand the meaning behind his words so he didn't have to actually say it?

"Oh that's fine, there's this ice cream shop down-"

"No I mean like I can't do it at all. I- i cant celebrate. With you," a few seconds of silence. "At all,"

Your heart dropped slightly. Surely he wasnt- well- you know.

"Q? Is something wrong?"

I didn't write this part cause i never got that far mentally :P sooo timeskip to the end ish

But there was no time to dwell on yesteryear's memories. That would do. You hopped out of bed grasping the jacket. The faint smell of him was obvious as you clutched the fabric close. Dragging it along to your writing place you were on a mission. Write that song.

#celestial:whispers #icarus●anon

[rorynne]

So, im not saying we should break content creators boundaries, far from it. But I also feel like fandom in genral would do well to seperate fanfiction from the creators, and creators should respect fan fiction as a natual boundary of fandom. Like, i dont want ANY content creators for the fandoms im in to read my fan fic. Period. End of story. I dont want matt fraction to read my hawkeye fic, i dont want sebastian stan to read my bucky fic, i dont want dream or phil ir wilbur or ANY of the dsmp to read my dsmp fan fic. (Which is a big reason why i dont want to post it honestly, despite none of it being boundary breaking afaik)

I remember gerard way once saying that reading fanfic about himself felt like he was peering into the window of someones house. And that while he wasn't especially offended by it, he recognized it wasnt FOR him so he stopped. Which is honestly how I feel it should be. I cant stop creators from searching out fanfic of their creations or themselves, but that doesnt mean I'm especially comfortable with the idea of it. But then you have people that send other peoples fanfics to said creators. Or, even more frustrating, creators that seem to think they get a say in what fic writers can write about in purely fictional fandoms (obviously this is different when it comes to more semi fiction and real person fandoms). Or even creators that think they get to say if fan fic writer can write about their stories at all. (Looking at you Anne Rice, fuck you.)

Like I'm sorry, I just want content creators to stay as far the fuck away from any of my fan fics as possible. I dont care if its just about dream and sapnap eating chips and watching football or if its the most hardcore winterhawk smut ive ever written. I do not want the people who have developed or designed or inspired the canon characters or fictions i am writing about to even know my fan fic exists. I vastly preferred life when that wasnt something i ever even needed to worry about. Especially when im constantly worrying if anything I write will end up making the creator uncomfortable even if it isnt a stated boundary.

#venting