#my heart goes out to you guys i'm so sorry especially to those of y'all who don't have air conditioning :

[ryo-apologist]

Racer! Link

Racer! Link x Reader

CW: Smut, Minors DNI, I will block your ass, author knows nothing about racing and it shows

AN: Yes, this is about that Link. The one with the elf ears, says "Hyah!". Yeah I'm a Linked Universe Nerd. Sucks to be y'all. Keep ya guessing on which fandom has my balls this week.

~Darling XOXO

☾ So, I hesitated writing this for a number of reasons, but I decided I don't care. Hozier has a new song, April has me face down in the mattress with how hard it's fucked me and I just want to write about a Link near and and dear to my heart.

☾ Mario Kart Link.

☾ He's just a silly lil goober who's always having a good time. Especially when I play as him because what is second place? He'll never know.

☾ I know, canonically, both are Skyward Sword! Link and Breath of the Wild! Link. I do not care.

☾ Because come with me, sinner, as we explore a whole new world. A world where Mario Kart isn't a silly lil game. It's an empire.

☾ Like Fast and the Furious (I think, idk I never watched any of them). OR like sk8 the infinity at S. I do know that one.

☾ There are real things at stake here. It's intense, and it's heavy.

☾ Here, give me a break while I do some worldbuilding here. Mystery blocks are still a thing, they work by magic idk, except getting hit by one of those things is devastating. It's why the newcomers don't last long.

☾ All the main screen players (Mario, Luigi, Bowser, Inkling boy, etc.) are high level racers. They are A-listed and the ones you look out for if you see them in the lineup.

☾ Including Link himself. He drives a motorcycle he named Epona, which he built himself from scratch.

☾ I spent a lot of time (three minutes) trying to figure out a clever nickname for him, and then I saw some of the names other people gave their Linksona's and, while there's nothing wrong with them, I quickly realized I was overthinking things.

☾ It's mostly a stage name, his name is Link and outside of the raceway, he goes by it.

☾ But, for shits and giggles, and point of discerning him from the others, I don't care. Call him ratchet, greaser, racer, cypher, tank, axel, sparks. I'm giving you all the freedom! Me? Personally? I'm going to call him:

☾ Neo- a combining form meaning “new,” “recent,” “revived,” “modified,”

☾ Great I gave you some background, let's get into the fun parts.

☾ Neo, where do we begin with you.

☾ Have y'all read A Court of Mist and Fury? You know Rhysand?

☾ He's Cassian coded.

☾ LMAO You thought.

☾ He's a fun, kind-of guy but when shit gets real, he can shift from zero to a hundred like that.

☾ He'll be laughing with a newbie, patting them on the shoulder, but the second that visor comes down, he's unrecognizable. He's an A-lister for a reason.

☾ He's infamous for taking shortcuts that are insanely dangerous. He's almost always bandaged somewhere, but not his pretty boy, play bunny face.

☾ So Cassian and Lightning McQueen.

☾ He's totally the kind to shoot a wink and a flirty wave, spend the night and then be gone by morning. Or have them escorted out by his Zelda in the morning, Tony Stark style

☾ He's a slut.

☾ Can you tell I like my men slutty?

☾ And he's such a....character in bed.

☾ He's a selfish lover, but make no mistake about it. His partner gets their end. That's right. I said lover. He's fucked bowser.

☾ I'm kidding

☾ No I'm not.

☾ He doesn't care who's in his bed. Man, woman, the funky others who say FUCK YOU to the gender spectrum /pos

☾ He'll bottom, top, switch it up mid-way through. He just like me fr.

☾But he's not lazy. Selfish, yes, but lazy? No. He's the best rider both on and off Epona, yk yk.

☾ And he has such a pretty cock too. A pretty flushed pink, circumcised with such a lovely vein running up the bottom of it. And while pretty, sorry his balls aren't much to write home about.

☾ They are dangerously sensitive though. Suck on them and run your thumb along the head of his dick and he'll whimper.

☾ SPEAKING OF-

☾ He whimpers so nicely. God, when he's in the middle of bouncing up and down on you (artificial or organic both are good), and his own hands are running up his chest, plucking at his own pebbled nipples and playing with the piercings as his head is thrown back in pure bliss-

☾ He's probably sponsored by Monster Energy

☾ Has a sugar daddy FOR SURE. God wish I was HIM.

#darling writes #legend of zelda #legend of zelda x reader #loz x reader #Linked universe x reader #lu x reader #linked universe #link x reader #mario kart link x reader #loz link x reader #legend of zelda link #if this has been done before... #my bad #im sorry

[boxblondiecoops]

matt stone FLUFF🙏🏾

LISTEN YALL GOT SO MUCH MATT/REMER STUFF................... fine. 🙄 I'm kidding I love y'all. Ok let's see what I conjure up this time. I'm sorry if it's kinda short.

Gender neutral again, brief mention of smoking at the end.

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Ok imma just go based off what I know of the dude but oh my god.

I feel like this guy's stressed 24/7. Like they both probably are but Matt's gotta deal with the higher ups and sometimes he just needs to let that anger out.

But listen. When you show up to his office. And you have a coffee in your hand just for him. And you give him a smile.

Suddenly he's not nearly as pissed as he was. He'll either have a second seat by his desk for you or say "fuck it" and pat his lap.

He loves when you sit on his lap for cuddles. Especially if you wrap your legs around his waist, hug under his arms and rest your head on his shoulder. And he can just work and hold you and nuzzle you and give you kisses.

And that way he can drink the coffee you made him too. He sighs into the cup and melts into the chair a little.

You are his number 1 stress reliever.

And the whole office knows it.

Trey has your ass on speed dial in case Matt starts getting snippy with everyone and constantly threatens to call you as a way of teasing his bestie.

Like he will literally call you, put you on speaker and go "Matt's being a turd again" while they're in the writers room and you can hear Matt in the back like "I am NOT!"

And he's clearly pouty and leans back and crosses his arms and throws another fit.

And when you show up and lean against the back of his chair and massage his shoulders he blushes just a little bit but calms down and Trey is just giggling to himself and probably kicking his feet under the table.

Everyone coos and Matt glared at Trey for a solid 20 seconds but then you kiss his forehead and he just leans back and sighs.

Also he can carry you, if you're comfortable with it.

Like bro has zero problem just picking you up in whatever way he wants to mess with you.

Over your shoulder? Check. Under his arm? Check. Bridal? Check. Anything and everything.

He loves seeing how much bigger his hand is than yours..... He'll kiss your knuckles every time he holds you.

His smile? When your around?? And you can see his gap tooth smile??? Absolutely adorable. If you look close enough maybe you can see the hearts in his eyes.

And it's not even a smirk but a genuine smile and he probably calls you "doll" no matter what.

He loves you.

He is not scared to show you off to anyone by the way. Paparazzi be damned. He skirts his arm around you all the time, just walking with you and guiding you to whatever destination he has in mind.

It's probably a diner or some bar but whatever your comfortable with and he keeps you close to his side, not even looking at people who give him that "yo I recognize you" look of shock.

He doesn't care.

This isn't about Matt. It's about you. Spending time with you. Being with you. Holding you. Petting you. It is time for YOU.

Let's see. Cuddles.

They probably happen on the couch.

Him laying flat on his back and you laying on him. He just loves the feeling of you on top of him. It makes him feel a little bit smaller than he actually is? But also like it's- it's like those satisfying anxiety blankets.

But he won't say it out loud.

Like I said earlier too, he loves holding you on his lap too.

If you nuzzle against his neck, he smiles like a dork and kisses your head and holds you a little bit tighter than before.

He'll massage your back for you, by the way. Starting at neck and going aaaaaallllllll the way down to your lower back. He has big hands and big muscles so it's not hard for him to work out those knots.

It's sweet.

Oh my god, if you take his glasses off and wear them? His heart goes bududududududdudududud but extra extra fast.

Because oh my god you look so cute and he kisses your nose and he smiles and shakes his head and holds his hand out, asking for them back.

If you say he's blind or laugh about his frames, he gets pouty. And if you call him out on it, he says he's just copying what you do when he teases you.

He's high key smitten with you tho I'm not even gonna lie. Like he's soft for you.

If anyone in the office says something even slightly disgruntled about you, he'd turn to them with his classic Matt Stone "you fucked up" expression.

You're name in his phone probably has some hearts or some shit in it. But he refuses to acknowledge it. Even to Trey.

If your hair is long enough, he does try to braid your hair tho. It's cute tho and they actually turn out really well.

If you paint your nails, he'll fix it up for you..... Even tho he's bad at it.

He'll share his cigarette with you if you ask nicely. He doesn't mind, honest, in fact he finds it adorable. He'll even hold the cigarette against your lips and lite it for you.

#matt stone #matt stone x reader #matt stone x male reader #doug remer #doug remer x reader #trey parker and matt stone #matt stone and trey parker #trey parker #baseketball #joe cooper #south park #trey parker x reader

[yarart4ever]

TiPo fanfic tropes I'd die for

I'm bored so here is me telling y'all my favorite tropes for TiPo that I love to read/write (warning some parts are le spicy-) sorry this is gonna be looooong

+ modern or highschool aus. typically with Tigress being of high status and Po being the "new" guy. I NEED MY BISEXUAL GIRLBOSS AND MY DORKY MALEWIFE IN THIS SETTING IMMEDIATELY OMGGGG

+ stories like. right after the end of kfp 2. it's usually very intimate, peaceful yet solemn at the same time and it's just. ugh. the hurt/comfort genre is strong with this one. BONUS POINTS IF PO OPENS UP ABOUT WHAT HE DISCOVERED ABOUT HIS PANDA VILLAGE

+ pining Tigress. I love me some flustered Po (especially since he's such a fanboy and him being in love with Tigress is SO CANON-) but. I a a sucker for the "they fell first but they fell harder" trope bc OMG. the thought of Tigress, cold, hardcore Tigress, catching feelings for Po? it's just so sweet to me to see the usually composed tiger get so flussy, even if it ain't as obvious as Po's pining is. her tail swishing behind her when he touches her? catching herself getting lost in Po's eyes before clearing her throat? instantly relaxing after Po rests his paw on her shoulder? knees easily buckling into his pleas? UGH I AM HERE FOR IT!

+mutual pining one-shots. quite similar to Tigress pining but they are *both* lovesick idiots. the slowburn is very much apparent but the romantic tension is so there like YALL JUST KISS ALREADY- or actually don't. stay comfy and close like this. it's cute :3 but maybe like hold hands if you can

+Tigress being able to gain more feeling in her paws when in contact to Po. like it is so unrealistic but IDC MY TIPO HEART DOES NOT HAVE AN OFF BUTTON-

+okay so like- them both acting out when they see the other get hurt in battle- like say Po got hurt and Tigress just rips the people they are fighting a new one just to make sure her panda is okay or Tigress getting struck and maybe even knocked out and Po just- flips out- loses it- goes feral- I live for that shit

+ WHEN THE FURIOUS FIVE, PO'S DADS, MASTER SHIFU- LITERALLY EVERYONE IN THE VALLEY SEES PO AND TIGRESS' CHEMISTRY SO WELL AND TIGRESS AND PO ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO ARE OBLIVIOUS TO IT DESPITE ACTING LIKE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE phew sorry for yelling- bONUS POINTS FOR THE FURIOUS FIVE TEASING THE TWO AND PO'S DADS ASKING PO ABOUT HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH TIGRESS

+ dom Po. will not comment any further.

+ Po letting Tigress loosen up. getting her to laugh, to play with kids, to dance, literally any of those things that make her feel carefree and childlike and Po just. watching in awe. and ENCOURAGING her to do so. how beautiful is that?

+ TiPoLei family! TiPoLei family! TIPOLEI FAMILY! (bonus points if everyone jokes about Po and Ti basically being Lei Lei's parents and them just going "yeah. sounds about right. that's our daughter :)" thus confusing everyone PFFF)

+ them being each other's dates to any festival that goes on. like they don't even need to ask each other it's just obvious from how Tigress sticks by Po's side and only participates bc Po asked her to LMAO

+ jealous Tigress- I know that people see these kinds of tropes as a bit problematic if not done right but gosh do I love me some jelly Tigress. pLUS THE DENIAL SHE WOULD PULL WHEN IT IS SO OBVIOUS? sign me tf up

+ I don't think I've ever seen anyone actually write this but I would love to have that little moment where. say in between kfp2 and kfp3 when Tigress got her new golden hanfu and everyone is praising her for it and Po. he just sees her for the first time in that new hanfu and does that cute lovestruck ":O" expression as he stays quiet and frozen. and Tigress is asking stuff like "Po, you okay? what's wrong?" thus taking him out of his trance and making him flustered- YES PLEASE

okay this is getting way too long I'm gonna end it from here okay bye-

#kung fu panda #kfp #tigress x po #po x tigress #tipo #yarart says

[sunnyyyyyyyynnus]

"Midnight Confessions."

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Pairing: Douxie x Fem!Reader

Warning: angst ig and some daddy issues

Summary: sleepovers, midnight snacks, and confessions

A/n: y'all don't know just how much i cringed while writing this but here you go

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HISIRDOUX CASPERAN YOU GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY COOKIES OR I SWEAR I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU UP TO THE POINT YOUR MAGIC WON'T BE ABLE TO HELP YOU!" I glare at the guy in question from the doorway as he whips his hand away from my plate. Marching over to him, I slam the tray of food I'm holding onto the table, still glaring at a sheepish Douxie. He looks at me with an apologetic look on his face "Sorry Y/n, it's just that they looked so good and you know I don't have patience enough to wait much longer..." He trails off, looking at me with a small smile on that stupid face of his that causes my heart to race.

Shooting him one more glare, I gather my food and take them over to the chair near my bed. Placing the plates on my bedside table, I get comfortable in my chair before grabbing a cookie and my glass of milk.

It was one of those rare times when both my father and Merlin were out on war business with Lancelot and a couple other knights. I never bother to find out what it is they do when they're gone; it already hurts enough to see how father treats magical beings, especially being one myself.

My parents found out that I could do magic the day I was born. My mother was thrilled while my father...not so much. He ordered Merlin to teach me how to control my magic, and only control it. I wasn't allowed to develop my skills, especially after mother died. Luckily, father didn't leave me completely powerless. He had Lancelot teach me how to defend myself and how to fight. So, after years of training and hard work, I became one of the best fighters in the kingdom. I met Douxie and Archie when I was 15, and we became best friends effortlessly. And here we are now, taking advantage of father and Merlin being away to have a sleepover in my bedroom. I had managed to snag some snacks from the kitchen without getting caught, and now we were sitting in comfortable silence, munching away on our food.

"Alright" I stand up dusting myself off, grab my empty plate and glass and place them in the tray on the table in front of Douxie "So what do you wanna do?" I question, crossing my arms across my chest. 

Douxie seems deep in thought as he put his own plate and glass in the tray "Well...I guess we could practice some magic" he says. I grin; just because my father hates magic and has forbidden it, doesn't mean I'm just going to forget about my powers, pretend they don't exist just like he does. Merlin taught me how to keep my magic under control while Douxie has been teaching me how to develop them.

The only problem is that Douxie doesn't really know that many spells, just really simple ones, but still, magic is magic. Whenever we're alone, he teaches me the basics. Or at least he tries to.

I stand in the middle of my room as Douxie explains a spell to me. We practice for nearly two hours until we can barely contain our yawns. We grab blankets and pillows and lay them in front of the doors that leads to the balcony.

We lay in silence, staring out the glass doors at the full moon. After a while, Douxie speaks up "Hey Y/n? You awake?" I'm about to respond when an idea hits me; recently, Douxie, with help from Archie, managed to scare the hell out of me as I was walking through the castle, my nose in a book.

I lay as limp as possible, trying to control my breathing so that Douxie would think I'm fast asleep. It works. "Asleep huh?" I hear him move around then suddenly everything goes completely dark. It takes me a second to realize that he just sat up in front of me, blocking the moonlight.

For a minute nothing happens, and I'm about to pounce on Doux when I feel cold fingers brush strands of hair off my face "You're really beautiful, you know that?" My face heats up and my breath hitches, but luckily, Douxie doesn't seem to notice.

He starts talking again and all thoughts of the prank leave my mind "Sometimes...I wish you had a different father-no offence-.." None taken "..or that he didn't hate magic, but don't we all wish that?" Yes, yes we do. Douxie sighs "If you did have a different father or if your father was different, maybe I'd have more courage to..." He trails off. My mind is working furiously Have courage to do what? He's already teaching me magic in secret and if  we're caught doing that, we'll be in huge trouble, so what else would he need courage for that has to do with my father and I?  Suddenly, I feel lips press themselves on my forehead then pull away, leaving a tingling sensation on that same spot. I'm in shock; Hisirdoux Casperan...just kissed me. He kissed me. Me! Yes, I know it was just a peck on the forehead but still! I try to calm down enough so that I can hear what he's going to say next, if he says anything at all.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry Y/n" I notice that his voice is shaking and I get the urge to hug him tightly, tell him that he doesn't need to apologize for anything, but I have to hear what he has to say since I doubt he'd tell me any of this if he knew I was awake "I want to tell you, I really do, but I can't, it would only end with one of us getting hurt if not both of us" He takes a deep breath "I love you" he whispers as though tasting the words on his tongue.

I can't do this anymore; I open my eyes and look up at Douxie. He doesn't seem to have realized that I'm awake, to busy staring at his hands in his lap, lost in his thoughts. Slowly, I sit up, trying not to make a sound until I'm sitting in front of him, legs crisscrossed "Doux." His head snaps up to look at me and his face pales.

He gulps "How long have you been awake?" I don't answer, but continue to stare at him. He looks anxious, really anxious. Finally, I open my mouth to speak "Did you mean it?"

"Wha-Mean what exactly?" "What you just said, abo-about loving me" my voice cracks but I hardly care at this point. Douxie still looks really pale and he doesn't seem like he's going to answer. He just hangs his head, staring at his palms.

After what feels like an hour but must have been only a couple of minutes, Douxie answers "Yes." He looks at me "I meant every word of it. I've been in love with you for the past two years" He still looks nervous but more confident than he did before.

I sit still, not saying anything. I raise a hand to touch his cheek, but I stop with my fingers only an inch away from his face. After a moment, I cup his face with both hands, forcing him to look me in the eyes "You should've told me." I say simply then lean in, brushing my lips against his.

Douxie seems frozen with shock, but then he responds, kissing me back. He tangles his hand in my hair, tilting my head back while I place one hand on his shoulder, the other one at the nape of his neck. After what feels like hours, we break apart, Douxie resting his forehead on mine. "I love you Doux, truly." I whisper. Douxie's face practically lights up and his smile causes my heart to melt.

"I don't care what my father thinks, I'll love whoever I want to and I love you, magic and all." Douxie wriggles his eyebrows "Soo, forbidden relationship huh? The beautiful princess and the street rat. Sounds scandalous." I roll my eyes "You've always been one for dramatics."

Before he can respond, someone coughs behind me. I spin around, my heart racing, thinking that a guard caught us, but it turns out to be Archie. A very smug looking Archie. "Man, how long have you been standing there?" Douxie questions "An hour" was the reply from Arch, who's still smirking.

I groan and stand up, stretching my arms above my head as I make my way to my bed and plop down "Well I don't know about you but the princess needs her beauty sleep so nighty night" I blow a kiss in Douxie's direction then get comfortable underneath my comforter.

"Fine, I'll let you sleep for now" Douxie mumbles and I feel my face redden "I HEARD THAT!" Douxie snorts from somewhere to my right. I close my eyes and feel and odd sense of happiness form inside me despite the war raging outside Camelot's walls. At least I've got Douxie and Archie by my side, and I know that they'd never leave it. We'll get through it together. And who knows? Maybe Douxie and I could get married someday, find a nice place together, get a pet hamster! We could call it..."

#toa #hisirdoux casperan #tales of arcadia #toa trollhunters #toa 3below #toa wizards #toa douxie #douxie #hisirdouxcasperan #toa hisirdoux #wizards hisirdoux #hisirdoux #douxie x y/n #douxie x reader #hisirdoux x reader #trollhunters #3below #wizards #rott #wizards tales of arcadia #toa rott #rise of the titans #Sunny writes

[megaawkwardhuman]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. learn to know your mutuals and followers.♡

sorry for not responding to this sooner

wrote more then I expected so just gonna put this here

1: my dog!

he might be annoying at times but at the end of the day I fucking love him and if anything bad happens to him I'm going to kill a bitch. though it would be nice if he didn't jump on me all the time since he's fucking big (he's still a puppy tho so I cut him a lot of slack) (also he's a german shepherd if you're curious)

2: art

whether it's viewing it or creating it art has always made me happy. I've been drawing since middle school and while I do have creative dry spells I haven't really stopped creating and picking up random mediums (just pencil, just pens, pixel art, sewing, kandi making, painting the list goes on and will continue to go on)

3: music

I would go insane if music didn't exist. It's always been a big part of my life whether it's my dad blasting music while cleaning the house or me listening to music while walking down to a corner store to get an arizona. Music also helps give me ideas! like I have a few fic ideas written down that were inspired by songs.

4: watching and talking about media I like

I'll take this moment to apologize to my irl friends who have witnessed me info dump over discord vcs at like 1 am without planning what I'm saying so it's all one big cluster fuck of words. I fucking love to ramble on and on about shit that I like ESPECIALLY THE MEDIA I CONSUME!!!! I've always been a nerd for details, theories, and over all over analyzing. not always but most of the time if given the chance to talk about something I like I become like one of those door to door missionaries. Only instead of talking about my god I go on about how gay something is. Also watching shit that I like! after I'm done typing all of this I'm gonna rewatch some wwdits while working on bunny art (I swear one of these days I will explain the bunnies. It's a whole thing with a looooong story behind it. I wanna share it but I think it deserves a separate post so I won't talk about it here.)

5: tumblr

is this one a bit of a cop out? probably. is it true? 100%. it fucking baffles me that my ideas and art can bring joy to others. hell I still can't believe I've INSPIRED OTHERS but somehow I have. All of y'all in the wwdits fandom have really helped me get through art block that was going on for months I think? I can't put into words how thankful I am for this site. All of the amazing artists, all of the meta posts, just EVERYTHING AH YOU GUYS HAVE NOOO IDEA HOW MUCH I LOVE Y'ALL. it kinda feels weird since at the end of the day I don't really know y'all and y'all don't really know me but still from the bottom of my little queer heart thank you all soooo much for the follows, likes, replies, and reblogs.

#answering stuff #no joke teared up at the end #alright back to the art I was working on!

[softguarnere]

I absolutely love your writing - like i'm sorry but the speirs x intelligence officer?? yes please - and I've been wanting to ask for a ship for a while so if that's okay here it goes....

I'm 5'6" so like a little taller than the average female, but if I were a man, I would definitely have short man syndrome. I have blonde hair and blue eyes, I'm a writer, and I love reading. I try to be levelheaded but if something gets me going, I may lose all cool very quickly. I cope with sarcasm and dark humor. I have a slightly southern x midwestern accent, so it sounds strange when I talk, but it's fun. I'm going to college for a degree in communications, I only sleep like four hours a night and I have a chronic obsession with old vinyls. My hobbies are reading, writing, singing completely out of tune, and falling down the stairs (it's a problem). I'm a decent shot with my rifle and I'm terrible at throwing things (knives, darts, baseballs, etc.) And I am also chronically clumsy.

I think I did this right....idk hopefully this is enough. <33

Omg thank you so much for the compliment! 🥹 Y'all have no idea how much it makes my day when I hear that people like specific stories 💖 And of course it's okay to have a ship!

I ship you with . . .

Don Malarkey!

Okay listen, idk why, but I just kind of feel like Malarkey is one of those people who's able to handle any situation and take on multiple roles in a friend group depending on what's needed. So he can be a little more adventurous and goofy when you're more levelheaded, but if you start to lose your cool, he can easily become the one who can calm you down. You just keep each other balanced really well

He would for sure be someone who would tease you about your height, but only in a loving way. Like, if you tell him to stop, he will. (Man is only 5'8", so he knows what it's like to get teased about height, so he won't do it if it makes you uncomfortable.) He really does enjoy being taller than you, though, especially if you ask him to help you reach something. Makes him feel good and like you need him

Your accent is just *chef's kiss* to him. He loves to hear you pronounce certain words and phrases, just because the way you say them is so unique

Sarcastic duo. Always the wittiest couple in the friend group, keeping everyone else on their toes. He also copes with dark humor sometimes, but if you do it it's like he's hit with one of those Mom-friend-overrides. He'll immediately take a step back from the joke and make sure that you're okay, and he'll let you talk it out if you need to

No but you guys would talk all the time. He also has problems sleeping, so there are so many late night conversations filled with secrets and shared dreams, reading him your writing, or sometimes just holding each other and listening to your vinyls.

You guys would probably have so much fun on road trips. Not even long ones, but just drives to something an hour away. Lots of singing along to the radio, and mainly him just casting awe-struck glances at you because he loves spending this time with you

During the baseball game from the last episode, you're up to pitch, but you completely miss and end up throwing the ball right at his chest. He's not hurt, but he does think it's really funny, and likes to tell people that you pitched your way into his heart that day

Lol the rest of your friend group would wonder if you're actually clumsy, or if you sometimes just trip on the stairs to have an excuse for him to catch you with those chiseled arms. (Who's to say it's not a mixture of both? I won't tell if you won't 🤫)

Thank you for the request! I hope you like this 💕🕊️

#I feeeel the accent thing #mine is all over the place as well lol #band of brothers ships #band of brothers x reader #don malarkey #don malarkey x reader #band of brothers #my writing

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

how to cool down fast

to everyone languishing in the heat wave, my condolences. i live in texas and i don’t handle the heat well, so over the years i’ve figured out how to bring my body temp down pretty quickly.

first, you need something frozen. we always keep a stack of reusable gel ice packs in the freezer because they’re malleable, but whatever you’ve got will probably work. just don’t leave something frozen solid on your exposed skin for any length of time - i learned the hard way that ice burns are a thing. if it’s painfully cold, place a thin towel or cloth over it.

so get out your ice pack or substitute, and start by placing it under your back and working it up and down your spine for about thirty seconds in each spot. 

after you’ve applied the ice from your lower back to the back of your neck, you’re going to start hitting your major pulse points. for about thirty seconds each, place the ice pack on either side of your throat, under each arm, on each inner thigh, and then your inner wrists, inner ankles, and temples.

i slapped some circles on an anatomy chart so you can get a visual. start with the places in red, then do the green last.

in five minutes or less, this technique takes me from utterly miserable to perfectly comfortable. it won’t last if the heat is unescapable, but it at least helps.

#hot weather #mini mine #my heart goes out to you guys i'm so sorry especially to those of y'all who don't have air conditioning :/

[i-writes-things]

The Secret

Part 5 pt.6 pt.1

Avengers x Fem!reader

(+ \) Platonic, Angst

Summary- The newest Avenger is keeping a big secret from the rest of the team...

Warnings- being shot, yelling, screaming, anxiety, and swearing.

I actually, made this gif!

"Thanks." you say walking into the Compound as Tony had come to greet you on your way in

"Y/n, there is meeting in a few minutes and we really want you there, coolio?"

"Yeah, 'course Tony." You said looking through your binder at the list you had made.

"On time, I mean." You look up at him.

"Yes, Tony, if i'm already here I'm going to be on time, its the getting here that is hard." You think about Jake, but quickly focus back on your list you wrote up the night before of what you would be telling everyone.

~~~~~

The walk to the meeting room was oddly quiet, usually you past many people exchanging hellos but this morning, there was no one.

You walk into a fairly large conference room, confronted with Nick Fury, Natasha, Steve, and Tony, taking his seat quickly.

"Take a seat, kid." Nick says flatly.

You sit in beside Tony, taking Nick's seat at the front right, farthest from the door.

"What's going on?" You ask looking around at everyone.

"We'll get to that. Just want to ask you some questions about a event that has been brought to my attention." Nick says staring you down.

But you look over at Natasha, the disappointment in her eyes are gone, it seemed as if there was no feeling in her eyes, the same with Tony and Steve, you were angry. This could have been just between you and Natasha, she just had to go and make things worse.

"It has come to my attention that for almost 2 years you were nowhere to be seen, and then randomly pop up back at S.h.i.e.l.d and rise to the top within 6 months. Then I was informed that you use to be with HYDRA. The hell did you do Y/n?" He stands there watching the room as Natasha speaks up to you in a nicer tone, a first at that.

"Y/n, we just want to understand. You know we can help you." You filled with rage at this and snapped at her

"No. NO YOU CANT HELP ME NATASHA CAUSE GUESS WHAT THEY ALREADY FOUND ME" Slamming your fists on the table and just kept going

THEY FUCKING CALLED ME FROM MY HOME! I JUST KNOW THEY WOU- WOULD" You hesitate but decide that they would find out eventually so you kept screaming at Natasha specificly....

"WOULD TAKE ME BACK THERE.." Your voice cuts off and goes straight to a whisper

"I can't go back..." You decided against saying anything about Jake, inhaling a shaky breath and sat back down in your chair, trying to wipe the tears out of your eyes.

Natasha was staring at you not knowing what to feel, Tony and Steve doing the same.

"Y/n, the hell was that?" Nick says aggravated at you.

Natasha reaches her hand out to yours, ignoring Nick.

You wince at her touch, but don't pull your hand away, or even look at her. She didn't feel the same as before.

"Y/n/n, We would never let that happen." She says sounding sad

"Why didn't you tell us?" Steve spoke up

You look over at him for the first time and he lightly smiles at you, but you whip your head around when Nick starts to talk again.

"Thanks for informing us, L/N. Sorry to break up the party but this still doesn't answer the question as to where you were for those 2 years."

Natasha leans closer to make sure she gets every last word

"I had a baby, Nick..."

He didn't correct you?

"You wouldn't know what that's like, especially having to hide it from HYDRA and then go and become an Avenger, and hide it from them too, cause of all the risks this fucking job has. Yo- You don't even have both eyes." You blurt out and instantly regret it, now sitting in fear of knowing you were off the team, talking badly to Nick, it was the end of the line for you.

He came towards you and whispered in your ear...

Your heart stopped. They knew. How?

You instantly threw him against the wall which was surprisingly easier than you thought

Natasha had her gun pointed on you and Tony already had a arm of Iron Man suit on ready to blast you, and Steve was just standing there🧍🏼His shield was being waxed this morning.

"Y/N, what the Fuck was that for?" Tony asks first

A few seconds past still with no answers

"Go on, Y/n" Natasha says which makes your heart break.

You hear the pixelated mask remove itself from the man that is supposedly Nick Fury, was now a random guy just lying there.

"That's not Nick Fury." you say steadily

"Not shit!" Tony barks back

"What did he say to you, Y/n/n?" Steve says nicely

"He- uh. Ha- Hail Hydra..." You could barely say it yourself, as you use to say in all the time at HYDRA.

You noticed that Tony was the only one that didn't wince at the words, even you winced

"And guys?" you say nervously

They all look at you, Natasha holds her gun tighter thinking you were about to try something, but Steve slowly moves closer to you.

"Guys, I- um. I have a son." You instantly look at the ground, embarrassed from what they might think.

Steve pulls you into a hug, a hug you really needed.

"So. That's where you have been?" Tony said as if it was scripted.

Natasha eyes Tony, but keeps her gun on you.

You pull away from Steve and look at Tony suspiciously, then at Natasha and once she has your gaze she nods towards Tony.

Tony's arm is flying across the room, Natasha and Steve not moving or flinching one bit. You punch Tony's face til it doesn't look like Tony anymore, but just the robot parts underneath, thankfully, you didn't want to remember him that way.

~~~~~

Natasha shoots you in the leg.

Once you noticed what had just happened you thought about the fact, that you told them. You told them your secret.

Steve picks you up and they were off.

Not the trusting, loyal, and comforting Avengers, no. The Revengers were taking you on a little trip.

Jake flooded your mind, the anxiety of not knowing if he is ok right now and that no one knows about him, and that there would be no one to pick him up, take care of him, and its not like you can just up and call Jane at a time like this.

They knew about him, they would take him, away. You panicked in the smallest way possible because of your leg, but you panicked and tried to get out of Revenge Steve's arms, but he only held you tighter.

As the Revengers walked down a corridor your leg seeming like it would burn off any minute from the pain, but everything went black before you could do anything to help yourself out of this situation.

Even broken Tony slowly follows behind them, sparks flying from his arm and face.

They do however walk by a closet on there way out of the Compound, which had multiple muffled screams coming from inside....

This one is quite long hope y'all liked it! ❤️

#natasha romanoff #avengers #platonic #hydra #avengers x mother reader #imagines #mcufam #fanfic #mother reader #platonic avengers #Hydra #hail hydra #nick fury #steve rogers #tony stank #tony stark #jake #son #mother #the Revengers #bad Avengers #fantasy #robot #kidnapping #avengers x y/n #avengers meeting #suspicious natasha #suspicious #suspicious avengers #the secret

[imo-chan-imagines]

『 As your boyfriend | FKBU Headcanons 』

Characters: female!reader, Kambe Daisuke, Kato Haru

Tags/warnings: Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited (anime), 18+, strong sexual references, fluff, angst, Haru's PTSD, headcanons, daddy kink and cockwarming (kind of?) for Daisuke, breeding kink for Haru *coughing intensifies*

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: Felt like writing some more for these boys because ~holy shit~ do I love them, and I maybe went a teensy bit overboard. Oopsie! 🤭 But anyway, have y'all seen episode 6?! Let's freaking gooo! (No spoilers, don't worry) Thanks for reading! Enjoy! Imo~

Kambe Daisuke

First up: daddy kink. I know it, you know it, we all know it. So let's not beat about the bush

Quite dominant and firm with you (see: daddy kink)

But he absolutely loves spoiling you

Expensive gifts, like one-of-a-kind necklaces, seductive perfumes, satin dresses, lace underwear, etc.

He loves dressing you up and showing you off

But he also loves spoiling you in bed more like ruining, I am deceased

A lot of butt grabbing in public hnng

He likes it when you don't wear any underwear because it makes for easier quickies like bent over the sink in the bathroom at his favourite club

He likes you sitting on his lap in front of people, too aye papi

American gangster vibes, honestly

He's not really one for soppy, romantic PDA, but he loves you letting people know that it's him you want and nobody else

He loves the look on people's faces when you call him 'daddy' that grin will be the death of me

Especially the look on Haru's face, lmao. He blushed like a tomato and couldn't speak a coherent sentence for a whole hour

Hickeys. Lots and lots of hickeys. And don't even think about covering them up

Daisuke loves sleeping naked and has a habit of walking around the house in just a towel when he gets out the shower fight me

He's also completely oblivious to what it does to you

A MASSIVE bed with super soft, satiny sheets. They feel like clouds uwu

He gets HEUSC to remind him of important dates, like birthdays, anniversaries, etc.

Date Ideas: Unlimited sorry, not sorry

From fancy restaurants, to exclusive movie premieres, to late night helicopter rides to the other side of the country, Daisuke can and will pay for anything if it makes you happy

He also lets you introduce him to lots of new things, like trying different kinds of street food on dates, going rowing on the pond in the park, having a go at karaoke, renting bikes and cycling round the city, going hiking at the nearest nature reserve or wilderness, etc. adorable

He's like a curious kitten when he's trying new things, putting a lot of trust in you to guide him through it

He always looks perfect in the photos you snap, even the ones he wasn't aware you were taking, and it's a lowkey frustrating that he nearly always looks prettier than you

But it's not his fault, so you'll only pout for a little while

His face is pretty hard to read most of the time, but you eventually get used to it and pick up on all his little mood indicators

His ears move when he's happy, and you can't convince me otherwise

He'll hold your heels for you when your feet hurt on a night out

He smells of leather and sandalwood, and his kisses taste of expensive whisky and cigars

He loves it when you bite his lower lip while making out

He's kind of possessive, but in a protective way

He never thought of himself as a particularly jealous person, until one night he came back to the bar and saw some other guy hitting on you the attention was definitely unwanted on your side

It made his blood boil – clenched fists, piercing glare if looks could kill

But he managed to stay calm and maturely tell the guy to get lost, with his arm snaking round your waist

Daisuke made it very clear that it wasn't you he didn't trust. It was that he didn't trust that guy – or any guy, for that matter

His favourite ~position~ is on a table or other surface with your legs over his shoulders

He's a god at eating you out

He's a god at everything in the bedroom, tbh

Saint Laurent condoms, because he's that fucking extra I'm screaming

His hair always falls out of place when you're fucking it's so hot and cute, wtf

It's a lot of glitz and glamour on the surface, but when it's just the two of you, you know just how much you mean to him

The King of Aftercare™

He used to suck at aftercare until he properly tried it. Then he realised that he needed it as much as you did le cry

Back rubs, forehead kisses, playing with your hair, soft whispers in your ear

He holds you so tightly that it gets hard to breathe, and you can feel his heart beating hard against your back

Sometimes he likes to just stay inside you after finishing

He enjoys the feeling of you around him, and honestly, you like just feeling him being inside you cockwarming, kind of?

Soft little nuzzles with his nose in his sleep even better when he's fallen asleep while still inside you

He's not perfect, but being with you makes him try to be better

Help, my heart's so full 🤧

Kato Haru

This man is a sweetie pie, honestly

Not just boyfriend material, but husband material put a ring on it, hun

Lots of home cooking, and it all tastes so good you honestly believe he could just quit being a cop and open up a restaurant

He loves cooking with you, too. It's fun bonding time

Sometimes he stands behind you and guides your hands etc. it sometimes goes a little further, if ya know what I'm saying 👀

Knows how to do all the chores and housework, and actually does his share look at my practical hubby

Random pillow fights that turn into cuddle sessions

He talks in his sleep waaahh, so cute

Sometimes it's utter nonsense, like 'Don't let the donuts escape'

Other times, it's things like, 'I love Y/N so much,' or 'Let's have babies,' while he's holding onto you, and you just melt

Spooning. So much spooning

Lots of budget date ideas, like building pillow forts, watching sunsets and stargazing from the balcony, going for hikes and runs together, going for picnics, feeding ducks at the pond, etc.

One time, a duck chased him around the pond because he had the bread, and he had to run for 20 minutes before it gave up thank God for all that cardio

The Master of Flat Pack Furniture™ – because he takes his time and actually reads the instructions

Daisuke had a ™ so Haru needed one too

Takes good care of you on your period and actually knows about different sanitary products

He smells really fresh and clean, like Imperial Leather soap and air-dried laundry as long as he hasn't been on a stakeout, lmao

He loves taking showers with you, but like, actual showers

The first and only time you had shower sex was hot and steamy until:

1. You realised that water does not a good lube make and 2. He slipped and accidentally shoved his dick in your ass instead

You fully passed out, and he was so frantic that he bundled you into the car and drove you straight to the ER you were in just a towel, might I add

You both look back on it now and laugh, but he was genuinely scared

Shower sex = never again

But he loves it when you straddle his lap and start grinding on him bonus points if you kiss his neck and run your hands through his hair

He's a pretty vanilla boy when it comes to sex, preferring positions like missionary and cowgirl, and liking a fairly even balance of power

He got super embarrassed and flustered when he finally mustered up the courage to suggest having car sex

And then even more embarrassed and flustered when you actually ended up doing it

He was blushing so hard the entire time and came really quickly, which only added to his embarrassment but you thought it was cute

He has really sensitive nipples which you use to your advantage

He absolutely loves hates it when you send him nudes or try and sext him while he's at work, because he gets a massive boner and will either have to live with it and probably get laughed at by those goobs in the office, or deal with it in the bathroom, which feels wrong to him on so many levels

Doesn't really stop you sending them though, because whenever you do, he comes home and fucks you really well

One thing that's not vanilla about him is how much he likes cumming inside you breeding kink, welcome to the party. Please take a seat

He didn't tell you about it for the longest time because he was embarrassed about it and was afraid you'd think it was gross or something please cum in me, sir

He was so relieved when you were understanding about it and open to the idea of indulging him

But he genuinely really wants kids some day he'd be a great dad

His PTSD doesn't stop him being a good boyfriend, but he's convinced that it does

Most days he seems okay, like he's over it, even

But sometimes you'll wake up in the middle of the night and find him curled up in the bath, shaking and crying into his knees my poor baby, I can't

Excuse me while I go and cry into my pillow for a while

You're his safety net

When he feels like he's drowning, you keep his head above the water until the waves eventually calm and recede, and he can breathe again

He hates putting so much on your shoulders

But you swear to him that you wouldn't want to be doing anything else, and that you're not going anywhere

This got so angsty, my heart can't take this 😭

© imo-chan-imagines 2020

#imo chan imagines #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #fkbu #the millionaire detective balance: unlimited #fkbu headcanons #fkbu x reader #kambe daisuke #kato haru #kambe daisuke x reader #kato haru x reader #fkbu smut #fkbu fluff #fkbu angst #i love them so much #one does not simply choose between daisuke and haru #both? both is good

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Best Friend Things | Kol Mikaelson

Hey Lovelies, surprise, I'm back! I missed you all so much! Thank you to those special people who checked up on me faithfully! You know who you are and I hope i can repay that kindness one day! Y'all are honestly amazing!! I hope you all like this, it's more of a drabble so I am sorry for that but I needed to submit something :) All the best loves, I hope to see you soon again!

Description: Honestly just a Drabble about Y/n and Kol becoming best friends with a small storyline about him protecting her from a bad home life, nothing too bad, sorry for the weak description LOL

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of abuse, hospital, completely SFW though (unfortunately)

Word count: 3526

Tags: FLUFF, a lil angst but not much SO MUCH FLUFF

(Pics aren't mine but the mood board is <3)

You don’t know how you and Kol became best friends, it sort of just happened. You were in high school when you first met him. He was a year above you, the senior to your junior. Not to mention the captain of the football team. He was everything you weren’t. Popular, athletic, known. You were just a shy girl with a paintbrush who flinched a little too much. The first time he spoke to you, you almost fainted.

You wipe the sweat from your forehead, refusing to move from the autumn heat until your sketches are finished. It’s the first week of school and the football team has been practicing every afternoon. It’s perfect for life drawing. Jogging, stretching, catching, tackling. It’s the best practice, especially if you plan on getting into school and as far away from Louisiana as possible.

Your hands tremble, the charcoal between your fingers stuttering over the page. You sigh, ready to rip the page out and start over.

“No, keep it, love,” your hand jerks again, along with the rest of your body, at the unfamiliar voice, “I like the way it looks. It’s unique.”

His accent is thick and enchanting, pulling your eyes from the drawing to the boy standing above you. Kol Mikaelson. Your eyes widen and your breath catches in your throat. Your cheeks flush but it’s thankfully hidden with the summer sun. He’s not looking at you, anyway, his eyes glued to your sketch pad. It's filled with football players which wasn’t weird until now.

You run a still shaking hand through your hair, pushing it out of your sticky face, “I, ah, thank you. I think.”

You pull the sleeves of your jacket further down your arms, trying to hide the tremors. His eyes are now on you, skimming over your curled form. You can feel his eyes land on your face but you don’t meet them with your own. Your heart picks up when he sits down next to you, staying a couple feet away, but still pretty close. You sit as still as you can, trying desperately not to fidget. For a guy who’s been running in the heat for a couple hours he still smells really good. Like pine trees and liquorice. Who even smells like that?

“Aren’t you warm in that hoodie?” His question seems harmless but it makes you freeze up even more.

You look over your shoulder, spotting a familiar black truck in the parking lot, mumbling, “I’m fine.”

You close your sketchbook, tucking it into your tote bag along with your pencils and charcoal. You stand up, stretching your legs slightly, stiff from sitting on the grass for the past two hours. You can feel the indents in your legs and know for certain there are green stains on your bottom. You don’t check though, not with Kol next to you. You go to walk away but a hand on your shoulder stops you.

The breath leaves your lungs as he presses unknowingly on a bite carefully tucked under your shirt, “are you sure, love?”

It’s all you can do to not look at the truck again, staring at the ground, doing your best not to wince at his fingers, “I, uh, yeah. It’s fine.”

“It’s fine?” His finger draws your chin up to look into his eyes, which are delightfully carmel and burning with questions.

“I mean I’m fine.”

You can’t tell if you're trying to convince Kol or yourself. Both, maybe. It doesn’t matter though. You don’t plan on ever speaking to him again. You pull your face from his grasp, stifling another groan when you haul your tote bag onto your shoulder, heading towards the parking lot. You already know your step dad is in that truck, tapping his hand impatiently on the steering wheel, watching your every move. You can feel Kol’s eyes like laser beams on your back.

“See you tomorrow then, love?”

You don’t answer, you just keep walking.

The second time you saw him, he didn't let you go as easily. A week had passed from your first encounter on the football team. You hadn’t realized yet but he had followed you home that night. He knew something was wrong, he saw every flinch, heard every breath. Call it intuition. Call it being a vampire. Call it whatever you want, that was just Kol. And with Kol comes his frustrating tendency to never let things go. He had seen it all, and he was furious.

You reach up, standing on your tiptoes to get your books from the top shelf of your locker, wincing at the action. When you had put your things there for the weekend, you hadn't expected to walk into school the following Monday with bruised ribs. Your stomach pulses with pain, the kind that’s white hot and makes you want to throw up. You have to roll back onto the balls of your feet to avoid collapsing. Crap.

You stare at the books longingly, knowing you only have a few minutes until first period starts. It will only take a second to grab them, right? You can do it. You’ll be fine. You have to be fine. It’s fine.

You reach up again, your shirt lifting with your movements. When the breeze that accompanies the busy hallway skims your back, the wind is knocked from your lungs. It feels like someone kicked you all over again. You power through it though. You need those books. They’re just a little further. The more you move your arms, the more your shirt raises. There's more wind, followed by the same burning sensation. You’re going to throw up.

You fall back on flat feet again, bumping into something hard. Probably another locker. The locker’s hands grip the bottom of your shirt. Definately not a locker. You spin around so fast you can’t help the groan that slips out, your back screaming at you from all the activity. You feel tears threatening to spill. Everything hurts.

You’re greeted by none other than Kol Mikaelson, whose eyes are still, glued to a spot just in front of you. The spot where your back had just been. His hands are still balled into fists, like he’s still holding your shirt. He looks confused. No, scratch that, he looks angry. When he finally looks at you his eyes are pitch black. You take a step back out of instinct, the cold metal of your locker searing into your back through the thin fabric of your tee.

“I, ah, Kol,” your eyes dart around the hallway, checking to see if anyone else was watching, only to find it completely empty, “what’s, uh, what’s up?”

He cuts right to the chase, “what’s on your back?”

Your eyes widen automatically at his question. He can’t know. Right? No of course not. Unless he saw. But there's no way. He moves closer to you, his arm landing right beside your head with a slight bang. You flinch. He’s caging you in slightly, sending your heart into overdrive. Your lungs constrict. His eyes are burning into yours. He’s pissed and you’re not sure why. You can’t breathe.

“What do you mean?” Of course you dodge the question, that’s what you’re supposed to do.

He runs his other hand through his hair, tugging at the roots, “love, don’t play games with me you will not win.”

Your mouth goes dry, your voice is too quiet, “what do you want from me?”

He closes his eyes, squeezing the fist that’s still beside your head. You’re not sure what to do. You could run but you would probably only get a few feet before he’d catch you. Would he catch you? Would he even run after you? No, he doesn’t care. Then again, he’s here. He’s pushing you for something. You’re not sure if you’re ready to find out what.

When he opens his eyes again he looks directly into yours, his pupils dilating, “I want you to show me your back. Now, love.”

“I’m going to show you my back,” you know you’re the one speaking but it’s almost like you’re listening to a recording of yourself.

It feels like your body turns on its own accord, one minute you're facing him and the next you're staring at the locker, in a trance. You don’t remember wanting to lift your shirt up but you do it anyway, exposing your back to Kol Mikaelson. You feel the tears start to fall. You want to run, now, not just debate running, but you can’t, you’re stuck. It’s like your feet are glue to the floor.

“Fucking hell,” Kols words are strangled, “what are they doing to you.”

He touches your back lightly, no doubt skimming the blackened marks on your rib cage. His fingers sting and you can’t help but hiss. You lean away from his touch still holding your shirt in place. You can feel yourself trembling but you start to space out.

Kol’s finger tilts your head to meet his eyes once more, “you can put your shirt back, love. Thank you.”

With those simple words you pull your shirt down, whipping around to face him. You look like a deer caught in headlights, waiting for an impact. Time feels frozen still. Kol reaches to touch your face, his eyes fading back to their usual cola colour. Time unfreezes. And you run like hell.

After that day you had started to see Kol more and more. Staring at you from across the cafeteria, shooting pool in town at the local pub, jogging on the sidewalk in your neighbourhood. Wherever you were, there he was. Seeing him became a normal part of your day but you never spoke to him, not after that day at your locker. You wouldn’t talk to him for another three weeks after that day.

When you open your eyes it’s to the sound of machines beeping. There’s a sanitary tinge of bleach and lemons in the air. Your bed is stiff, the room dim. Your arm burns with a kind of deep itch you’ve never felt before. When you go to scratch it, you find a tube and a needle at the source. That’s when it hits you, you’re at the hospital.

Your heartbeat picks up, the machine beeping faster with it. A lady dressed in scrubs sprints into your room but before she can touch you there’s a hand on your face and then one on your neck, against your pulse point. When you look up you’re greeted by someone that you’re not actually that surprised to see; Kol Mikaelson.

“Kol, what-,” you want to continue talking but your throat burns, like you’re swallowing glass with every syllable.

You end up coughing up a storm, something the nurse must have anticipated because she hands you a glass of water. Her hair is a pretty chestnut colour, pulled into a long ponytail. She has a warm smile on her face.

She picks up the chart at the end of your bed, looking at it while she speaks, “you’re going to want to go easy on that throat for a while, sugar plum. You had quite the little accident. You should feel lucky your boyfriend here found you when he did or you would be in a much worse condition.”

Her voice is like honey, slow and sweet. Every word she says brings you closer to calming down. Until she says boyfriend. As soon as she says that word the heart monitor goes wild. He is not your boyfriend. Yes, he is cute, more so than the average boy. Alright Kol is gorgeous, but that’s not the point. Why does she think Kol is your boyfriend?

You look to Kol for the first time since meeting him for help, hoping he can understand your confused expression.

He nods and looks at the nurse with a smile on his face that doesn't quite reach his eyes, “Sarah, darling, do you mind giving us a moment? I think she needs a second to catch her breath.”

She looks like she’s about to protest but he leans a fraction closer and she smiles back, walking out of the room without another word. Your chest falls for a moment when he calls her darling and you’re not sure why. Kol means nothing to you. Well, that’s not true. You’ve grown fond of seeing him around, but it’s nothing that would warrant being jealous, if that’s what this is.

When she closes the door, Kol turns back to you. That’s when you notice his eyes, and the deep purple circles underneath then. Your breath catches in your sore throat. How long has he been here? How long have you been here?

What happened? The heart monitor starts it’s assault on your ears again.

“Love, listen to me,” he pulls the chair he must have been sitting in next to your bed, “if you want me to tell you what happened then you’re going to have to calm down, alright?”

“Ok,” you whisper back, trying to push past the fire in your lungs.

He picks your hand up with his own and you don’t protest, letting yourself be comfortable with this small touch. There’s a small smile on his face when you glance up at him. He rubs small circles near your wrist, avoiding the IV taped on the back of your hand. He looks lost in thought, his carmel eyes somewhere far away.

“Kol,” his name feels funny in your mouth, like you’re not worthy of it, “please talk.”

Just those few words are torture, something that desn’t go unnoticed by him, “shhhh, don’t talk, ok? I’ll explain everything. But I need to ask you something, and you need to tell me the truth. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me the truth. Please, love.”

It takes everything in you to keep your heart from spiking. You could lie and say you have absolutely no idea what he wants to ask you but that’s a lie. You’re too tired to lie, too tired to hide, and much too tired to run. You just sigh and nod, letting him have his way.

“Do you know that your step-dad is a vampire?”

Oh. So that’s what he chose. That wouldn’t have been your question, but you let him have it. The short answer is yes. Yes, you do know that your step-dad is a vampire. You had figured it out pretty quickly the first time he cornered you in the kitchen after moving in and sunk his teeth into your neck. The longer answer, to a harder question, is no, your mother doesn’t know. And it has to stay that way.

Instead of saying that, though, you just nod your head. Kol’s hand tightens around yours. You don’t miss the way he sighs. He doesn't sound sad though, instead there’s relief on his face. You give him a pleading look.

“Well, love, it seems like your step-dad had been trying to kill you. I’m not sure exactly how or why. Well, that’s a lie actually. I know how. He was draining you of blood. I do not know why though. Why he would want to hurt you.”

The heart monitor picks up yet again and Kol gives you a funny look that you smile softly at. His eyes widen when he sees it, a small smile spreading over his face as well. The heart monitor slows easily.

“I’m just glad I was jogging when he attacked you. I heard you scream. I'm sorry, I kind of broke your door,” he gives you a shy grin, like that's what matters right now, “when I got to you I thought you were dead. There was so much blood, love. I don’t know where your step-dad went. I just wanted to get you here.”

Your cheeks warm at his words. He was the one who brought you here, the one who found you on the brink of death. He must think you’re such a handful. You bite your lip, looking up at him. You hold back tears, ones you didn't know were welling up in your eyes, and breathe deeply. Of course he notices them.

He draws your hand closer to him as Sarah walks back into the room, “what’s wrong love?”

He brings your hand to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles. Your mouth falls open. The heart monitor starts screaming.

He looks around the room and then at Sarah, his eyes fiery and his tone demanding, “what the hell is going on?”

Sarah only smiles, shaking her head lightly, “her heart skipped a beat, hun.”

From that moment the two of you were inseparable. You weren't fully comfortable with him yet but that didn't bother him. Well, not often at least. Sometimes when you flinched, though, his heart squeezed a little bit more than it should have. He knew it wasn't him that you were scared of. That it would just take time. You didn’t know it then, but that was one thing that Kol had plenty of; time.

The glass is icy in your fingertips but the contents make it all worth it. You barely suppress a moan at the strawberry goodness slipping down your throat. You don’t notice the way Kol’s eyes darken from across the booth.

“How is it that you’ve never had a strawberry milkshake?”

The two of you are sat in a diner that’s not special to either of you. It’s just another burger joint. The booths are apple red and faded but comfortable. Music trickles from a retro looking jukebox in the corner. Waitresses flow by in pastel uniforms. It's just the right amount of busy. Kol picked well.

Your eyes close as you take another sip, revelling in the sweetness, “I don’t get to go out that much, what can I say?”

You open your eyes to a stone faced Kol, his shoulders tight and his jaw clenched. There’s a heaviness to the atmosphere but that’s nothing new. Since the hospital you’ve both silently agreed to ignore it. Maybe that’s not the best plan but the first time he tried to talk with you about it you shut down. Not own your own accord, you wanted to tell Kol about it, you just couldn't. It was like you lips were sealed shut. Kol had left it after that.

“Well, then, I guess it’s up to me to show you the ropes then, love,” he leans his face in close to yours, his woodsy scent fogging your mind and lighting your body on fire.

You close your eyes once more, breathing in as much of the dark haired boy as you can. When you re-open them you catch Kol sneaking a sip from your milkshake. His glass now empty and pushed to the side.

You slap his arm gently, gasping with mock anger, “that’s not nice!”

He laughs abruptly, some of the strawberry shake landing on his lips instead of in his mouth. Without thinking you reach a hand to his face, wiping the melted liquid off his buttery soft lip. His chocolate eyes lock on yours, his pupils blown wider than you’ve ever seen. Your heart pounds so loudly in your chest you’re almost certain he can hear it. But that’s impossible, right?

It only takes a few seconds for your brain to catch up with your actions at which your cheeks flush on cue. You go to pull your hand back but he grabs it before you can, his fingers wrapping gently around your wrist. He draws your fingers, the ones coated in syrup and ice cream, to his mouth. His tongue swirls around them and you have to bite back a moan. You can honestly say that nothing has ever felt as exquisite as Kol’s mouth. Not that you have much experience with it. You can’t deny that you wish you had more.

“Kol,” your voice is barely there and breathy, “what are you doing?”

His eyes never leave your own, piercing you as he continues to lazily lick off the ice cream that, in all honestly, is definitely gone by now. A foreign kind of heat pools in the pit of your stomach when he gently bites down on your fingertips. You can’t stop the sigh that falls from your lips. Your whole body is singing from such a simple touch.

He takes his time pulling your hand from his mouth, releasing your digits with a pop, “only making sure you aren’t sticky, love. We wouldn't want that, now would we?”

He doesn't return your hand to his mouth but he doesn't let go of it either. He just laces his fingers through yours in the middle of the table, your heartbeat still echoing through the diner.

When you look across the table again your heart flutters. You see a popular, football star, a fierce protector, one of the most caring people you've ever met. When you look across the table you see your best friend.

And maybe more but that’s for another day and another diner.

#the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #to #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #Kol Mikaelson Imagine #The Originals Imagine #The Vampire Diaries Imagine

[minniepetals]

Sorry to bother you but I just read part 9 of Its okay to fall and oh my god my heart! I can't imagine how the reader must be feeling! When you get a chance and feel up to it, can we see/read what happens next?? Does she go home? Does she go to Soobin who stands up to the guys and be like 'y'all fucking idiots'?? I'm loving this, thank you for your stories and hard work! 💜

(you just read my mind didn't you? here's part 10!)

— part 10 / more here

To say that you're heartbroken is an understatement so you decide to pack your bags and leave. Maybe you can heal then, away from the rude servants, away from the seven reasons to your smiles and tears.

The only person you can truly tell your problems to is Soobin so you told him what happened and why you're leaving. He wasn't keen on you going but no one can convince you to stay at this point. You feel too worthless, as if you've failed as a lover, as a person.

When the guys come back to an empty bedroom, they know then that it's truly over.

You're gone.

And the aching pain comes flooding down like a waterfall.

They've failed you.

A day passes by with you no where to be seen, a sign that you had packed your bags and leave, and it breaks them but they decide not to chase after you. After all, you wouldn't want them to. You don't love them anymore.

So when the reason to your break up came barging into Namjoon's office with both Hoseok and Jimin in it, they were almost ready to pull out their guns.

"Why'd you break up with her?"

Namjoon scoffs. "Ever heard of respect? You're lucky we haven't cut your head off yet."

But Soobin doesn't really care at this point. You're his good friend, a sweet noona, and he hates to see your tears especially since you haven't done anything wrong. "Y/N told me what happened that night. I thought you loved her."

"You really have no fear, do you?" Hoseok chuckles bitterly as he plays around with his gun in a threatening way.

At any other moment he'd be scared but this is about you and them and Soobin isn't going to back down until he cleared the misunderstanding. Clearly it was a misunderstanding because he knows none of you would ever break each other's hearts on purpose and you're always too self conscious to speak up.

"You know how Y/N's like, you know her more than me."

"What the hell do you want, little gardener?" Namjoon sighs. "This is our business to deal with and it's over and out. Don't come barging in here thinking you own this place."

"She's the one who fell out of love in the first place," Jimin utters so softly but Soobin catches it.

"She..what?!" He exaggerates and lets out a disbelief scoff. "Oh my god, you're idiots!"

Their eyes grows dark and the grip on their guns tightens. "What the hell did you say?"

"Is that why you broke up with her?" Still, he goes on despite knowing he's at his death door right now. "You thought she didn't loved you anymore?" He scoffs again. "She was trying to tell you something that night!"

Behind him, Seokjin kicks him off his feet to come crashing onto the floor and hold him down with a foot to his chest.

"Clearly you don't know your place," Taehyung growls.

"Clearly you don't know what the hell Y/N was trying to tell you," Soobin spits back.

Jungkook crouches beside his head as he plays with a knife. "Say her name one more time and your death will not be fast and easy, gardener," he warns.

"You know her," Soobin goes on, "Y/N's too self conscious and afraid to speak up because she knows what you're capable of if you knew the truth."

"Hm.." The grip on the knife holds tight as Jungkook begins to lower it to his skin.

"She mustered up her courage only for you to shoot it right down." Lower and lower and Soobin moves his head in fear, eyes closing shut. "She's been getting bullied behind your back!"

The knife hovers, stopping in track, and Jungkook looks at him. "What?"

"Your servants," Soobin hurries, "some of them have been calling her names and just saying cruel things to her in general. That's the whole reason why she's been so distant. She wasn't," he grunts, "she wasn't falling out of love or whatever."

"She...what?" He still can't believe it.

The foot on Soobin's chest falls weak and he takes that opportunity to scurry away with fits of coughs.

Jimin watches him steadily with brows furrowed. Cautious. "But I saw her in the garden. You and her."

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about but I told her then to speak to you about everything. Y/N and I," he pats off the dirt from Seokjin's shoe, "we're just friends. I look up to her, I'd never want to take her away from you. She loves you too much. But she didn't tell you anything because she was afraid of being a burden and then when she mustered up the courage, you broke up with her."

Damn.

They keep messing up, don't they?

"Who?"

Soobin blinks. "What?"

Yoongi stomps his way over and holds him by the collar. "Who were those idiots that bullied our Y/N?" He asks in a grave voice.

"I-I don't know but I can find out."

"Good." He lets him go with a shove. "Find that out."

When Soobin comes back a day later with the names after going undercover, the boys are quick to hold a meeting with the servants and tell them everything about how useless pieces of crap every one of them were.

It was quite easy to eliminate them and make sure the rest of their lives were a living hell. After all, none of them deserved the honor of dying and escpaing the cruel life, so they decided to let them go out into the world and try to live, making it the hardest task for them to do.

Once everything was dealt with, they paused all schedules and work to do one last thing in order to fix everything.

They have to get their babygirl back.

#🌸 asks

[godwithwethands]

lmao i don't know all your shipping preferences but can i say, i much prefer sam with ba'al than with jack (this might be because i'm a high jack/daniel shipper but also, i just prefer the sam/ba'al vibe over the sam/jack vibe)

I'm a multishipper so I ship pretty much everything simultaneously: I love JackDaniel too 🥰🥰🥰 They are so cute and so good for eachother 🥺

Honestly yeah I prefer the vibe of BaalSam to JackSam as well 👁️👅👁️ But that's personal taste and interpretation of course 🥴

Oh no now I feel like explaining in depth why I love Baalsam and why I ship it... oh no... someone stop me 😩... LET'S FREAKING GO I'M GONNA EXPLAIN WHY!!!!

Mino’s “Here’s why I love BaalSam so much” aka just me gathering up the few baalsam crumbs the show writers, Amanda Tapping and Cliff Simon left in their wake....and baking a cake with those crumbs.

Before I start, PSA: English is not my first language, so please bear with me if there are any mistakes 😭

Okay so I feel like at first I can't explain it without mentioning the differences with jacksam, and to all jacksam shippers: I love jacksam to bits too and they're so good, as the show has showed us multiple times, but I miss a little spice here 😩🌶️

I will also briefly talk about things I have found in Baalsam fics that I adore in (Fic points)!! And link back to fics I love with (x)!!!!

(Mid-writing note: I realize I say a lot about Baal and less about Sam, and that is because I just think about Baal way much than I think about Sam, mainly because we have so little Baal screentime compared to Sam’s screentime. I often wonder how/what he feels and try to analyze his behavior closely. 🥺 I don’t do it as much with Sam, sadly 😭

1. The ship dynamic scale (totally made up by yours truly, me 😎)

I often describe the ships I prefer as "A is obnoxious and B is struggling to stay sane" (maybe because it is a description of my own relationship??? 🤔) (this is exagerrated for fun and giggles don't worry i am fine and happy). They are all a variation of this, in different levels. I'd say jacksam fits level 1, Jack being obnoxious sometimes but in an endearing, jokingly, "aww you're such a goof 😍😂" way, and Sam's not really struggling, she just laughs and shakes her head, her heart full of love for her man.

Baalsam on the other hand. Oh boy. They are on level 5 out of 5. What the hell. Baal is obnoxious, in the villain way. And that means, a VERY extra way. He's mean obnoxious. Putting salt in the wound obnoxious. "if you don't shut up I will punch your teeth in/shoot you" obnoxious. Sam is struggling every minute to stay sane with this crazy motherfucker. He's SO MUCH. ALL THE TIME. But joke's on her, she also thinks it's funny. 🤡 That's her sanity flying out the window.

Seriously, Sam has to put her foot down. She has to play Baal’s game and sometimes be mean too. I feel like Baalsam allows Sam to unveil her true potential. A strong woman who takes no shit from men and 2000 years old overlords. She can be 200% true, smug, mean. Maybe JackSam respect each other too much they wouldn’t dare saying/doing some things like Baalsam would  🤔 Maybe Sam is restrained by everything she lived with Jack, the respect she has for him, the 10 or so years spent having him as her superior officer.

A lot think that Sam got her smug from Jack, but I don’t agree: she was smug from the get-go in COFG. She just can’t be too smug with him around or it’d sound like insubordination. Aint she tired of being nice? Doesn’t she wanna go apeshit? That’s what baalsam is. Sam going apeshit and quitting being the perfect nice girl.

Baalsam is an explosive volcano and it ravaged me 😩💖💖💖

2. Baal is a Villain

Send him to horny villain jail!!! BONK!!! 💥🔨

Baal being a villain is VERY important. Villains are so extreme. Everything he does, he does way too hard and too much. His evil plans? As layered as an ogre. Onion. I meant onion. His wardrobe? Nothing but the finest. His love? He'd give his Queen the Universe.

I love that. Everything he does, it's too much. But it's so amazing. Urghhj I love it SO MUCH. Sam is overwhelmed 😩💖 All of that for HER?? Damn, boi either really wants to get laid with her especially or.. 🙊‼️ I love the concept of a Villain’s Love because it knows no boundaries. A villain won’t be held back by things like morals, the love they feel is disproportionate......AND I DONT KNOW Sam being able to provoke this kind of feeling in Baal’s little snake heart makes me lose my absolute fucking mind!!!!! 

Very important too: even if he becomes a SGC ally in one way or another in whatever AU, Baal will still keep his good ol' villain habits. Sam would try to tone them down, but they will always be there. You don't erase 2000 years of bad habits 😭. His first solution will be murder, and she will go "we talked about this." Classical Enemies to Lovers shit  🥴💖 (x)

(Fic point: When Baal does something so extreme yet so so soooo damn sweet for her and Sam can’t believe it??? 10/10 Or when he acts on his villain plans for distasteful jokes and that puts Sam on a tight spot and he immediately feels bad at the unfair treatment she gets because of him (x))

3. The endless verbal jousting

I love watching them being mean to each other. If Baal goes too far, she /would/ hit him, and he would turn his other cheek saying "Do it again, loved it". What a freak 🥴🌶️ (x)

Honestly I just love their little sparring matches, even more so when they do it in front of an audience. Like lmao guys..... y'all flirting in front of everyone what the hell!!! BONK !! 💥🔨 horny jail for both of you. At least Teal’c seems to enjoy their jousting  😂 He even teases them holy shit, Teal’c is the true multishipper in that show!!!!

(Fic point: When they argue and come to a fistfight (mostly Sam hitting and Baal taking or blocking the hits)? HELL YEAH!!!!)

4. Admitting the other’s qualities

I’ll start with Baal:

Baal seems to appreciate the courage Sam shows in front of him. You could explain her confidence in The Quest by saying that at this very moment Baal doesn’t have an advantage on Sam since she’s the one holding the gun. There is something else, and I will bring it up later.

Let’s talk about Reckoning!!!! The situation is different, Baal actually called for help whereas he was supposed to kill everyone on Dakara. And here goes the little sparring match in front of Jacob  🤡 Sam ordering Baal around??? Being smug as hell??? 10/10 love it

It’s the first time he sees her and he’s taken aback. He should look mad, having a woman addressing him like that. But he looks rather surprised and curious of what’s going to happen next. I can literally hear the little “Hm. Interesting.” in his head. Baal enjoys that smug look on her face. Tau’ri female who??? Who IS she!!! Quick gotta be a jerk so she won’t suspect I’m crushing super hard right now!!!! Cliff Simon decided Baal will be the horny one among the System Lords and holy shit he did just that 😂😂😂 i’m sorry i’m just incohenrently babbling at this point I CANT BELIEVE THIS, I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!!! you thought that huge ass post was going to be me thoughtfully bringing points and evidence? nope it’s just me losing my shit.

I believe that, despite what Baal says, he recognizes Sam’s intelligence to some extent. He’s just too proud to say it clearly and is too busy testing Sam’s limits. The more I think about it, the more I feel like he really looked for that punch in The Quest. Some kind of... I don’t know... “What makes you so special, as a female Tau’ri, to be on your kind’s elite scout team? How much can you take before you retaliate, if you retaliate at all? Show me what you’re made of.” kind of thing? Baal has shown some kind of interest in Earthlings in the past. He has studied them while living among them and he seems to like how different they are from other humans, Now he knows she’s as fierce as she needs to be to survive in this galaxy.

Have you sEEN his smile and his laugh after she punched him in The Quest? AFTER SHE TURNED HER BACK TO HIM TOO, OH, MY GOD. He really wanted a drastic reaction from her and he got it.

That is a “I love me a woman who can kick my ass” kinda smile if you ask me  👁️w👁️...

What makes me think that it was a test is: after the punch and Sam’s threat to kill him, he stops being so annoying and they can finally work together. But why? Why did he care about being killed? He was a clone, there’s no way he was still hoping to steal the Sangraal from SG-1, so his mission as this one Baal clone couldn’t be fulfilled anyway. That makes me think that he was just testing Sam’s limits, and maybe having a little fun with her.

(Fic point: I LOVE IT when Baal gets access to the SGC and everyone gets on his nerves because he thinks they are all dumb as shit. But when he talks with Sam, he’s not so annoyed. She can keep up with him. Well, sometimes she needs a little help but- Maybe she’s okay to be with sometimes...(x))

Sam’s turn: 

It’s no problem for Sam to admit Baal’s intelligence. However the idea of working with him just makes her go [grimacing emoji]  😭 😭 😭 She just knows he’s gonna be obnoxious pfahahaha But!! She trusts and values his knowledge nonetheless! She knows that teamed up with Baal, they can solve anything. I believe that’s why she asks him for help so easily despite...Well, Baal being Baal.

I feel like, when you put the "it’s a matter of life and death” thing aside, Sam’s desire to learn could push her towards Baal. She knows there is a lot she could learn from him, and they can work together once he stops insulting her every 5 seconds. She can learn from him in those moments.

(Fic point: I love fics where Sam learns things from Baal... It’s usually very sweet, because Sam is absolutely adorable when she’s excited about science and Baal can’t help but melt a little bit when she smiles so bright at him. Thankful.) 

5. Sam’s kindness 

I said earlier that, as we all know, Baal is a villain. But what’s important here is that he is a Goa’uld System Lord. 

No trust, no kindness and love allowed between those guys. Those would leave the door open for treason and low blows. (See Qetesh in Continuum)

(I believe the only Goa’ulds truly in love we saw were Apophis and Amaun’et)

Now what I tell myself is: that must be pretty freaking lonely. In any shape or form. You can’t have friends, because you can only befriend your fellow godlings who will try to kill you at any given opportunity. Same for mates. 🤔 Baal is just alone at the top of his army and that’s all. What if this isn’t enough? He is different from other Goa’ulds.

What if Sam’s genuine worry and thankfulness towards him in Reckoning were the first time he had someone feel those towards him for like, hundreds, or even thousands of years? Not something distorted and stained by any slave-to-god adoration?

He is soooo surprised. He even stutters a little? At a loss for words when faced with kindness, you, galactic overlord? And she looks actually worried about him and his ship about to go down, when before saying thank you, she asks him what’s going on. I like to think that this first interaction shaped what Baal will think and feel for Sam forever....And that it made him a bit soft for her  🥺 Maybe he sees in Sam (and in the rest of SG-1, see: how much fun he’s having with them during The Quest) a possibility for friendship and maybe more, something he hasn’t considered for A WHILE. He seems to be thinking “did she really say that...wait what do I answer to this...uh....Good luck.......ok i said it. damn that was weird.” 

Also can I briefly talk about this??

Why does Sam look so embarrassed in a “Oh god right Dad is right there and saw all of that hUM.” way 😂 I don’t think she felt like it was creepy, since Baal was just responding to her kindness, and she definetely doesn’t want to talk about her being nice to a System Lord with Jacob bjfdjgbfdg

(Fic point: All I can think of is this fic where Sam gets thrown in a prison cell with a badly beaten up Baal (his symbiote is not able to heal his wounds because of a collar he wears), and she refuses to leave him there to die. They escape together 😭💖💖💖 (x))

6. Sam knows Baal will never hurt her

Maybe this is a result of Sam’s kindness in Reckoning, but Baal made it clear to Sam that he would never hurt her directly. And this is what I was referring to when I said “there’s something else” in Sam’s confidence in confronting Baal. This line below activates all of my monkey braincells because what the hell!!!!

That’s “I kinda like you” in Villain language is it not????? Out of all the things Baal could have answered to “You can kill me if you want”, he decides to say “I would never dream of killing you.” with a voice so soft... oh my god. Talking about soft....

Is it me or Baal’s touch on Sam is kind of gentle....like he doesn’t hold her wrist too tight or anything,,,,  🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭💖💖💖 Because honestly, another Goa’uld would have yanked on her arm so hard to put their hands on that hard drive but no no no he just closes his hand on her wrist and lets her go gently when she pulls out of his grip and AM I OVERANALYZING THIS?????? IM SORRY I GOT THAT TRAIT FROM MY DAD!!!!!!! we just have that tendency to watch things over and over again to notice all the small detailsssss

I like to think that afterwards, once the heat of the moment gone, she noticed that, hey. He /could/ have hurt her very badly, she was at his mercy after all. But he decided against it. Maybe because she’s the only one who’s been nice to him for literal cenTURIES????? HHHNHNHNHNHN I CANT!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE SHE NOTICED IT!!!! And that it’s why she’s so confident addressing him like she does in The Quest.

I think I’ve addressed pretty much everything here and I’m going to talk about more things I like about BaalSam but more on the headcanon side  🤔

Miscellaneous: 

About Baal’s host:

I have said multiple times that Baal is different from other Goa’ulds, and I really don’t think it is just an act. 

He is willing to break the god act, change strategies when he realizes there are better ways to proceed, searching for new allies in drastic situations, etc etc... Baal is way more human than other Goa’ulds.

What if that was because Baal let his host’s thoughts influence his own?

Why wouldn’t there be asshole humans wanting to be hosts to asshole Goa’uld symbiotes? Just like the Tok’ra, but on the villain side? (even if Tok’ras are assholes lol) (except Jacob. I love Jacob) (And Martouf) (I don’t like Martouf but he’s the only one with Jacob that I consider a Real Tok’ra) (The other ones are hypocrites) (ANYWAY!)

I love to think that when Baal doesn’t have the flanged voice, it is his host who speaks, as Tok’ras do. I know symbiotes don’t have to talk with the flanged voice but. Having Baal and his host thinking so alike that it doesn’t matter if it’s the host or the symbiote talking makes so much sense to me. It really could explain his different way of thinking. Baal has shown curiosity for humans and how they think, how to better manipulate them...What if it was because of the good experience he has with his host? It could also explain why he’s the horny one amongst the System Lords 😂 He is just very human in a lot of ways.

Now you’re like “ok but what does that have to do with Baalsam” AND YEAH I HEAR YOU !!!! I just think it may be easier to imagine Baalsam for a non-shipper if you see Baal in that light?  🤔 🤔 🤔 it sure helps Sam seeing herself with him in fics 🥴 I don’t know!!! We know so little about Baal, and there are so many possibilites. I’m going way out of the Baalsam remit but at the same time, I strongly believe those who don’t understand the ship are those who stop their analysis of Baal at Abyss. He is so much more than just “that one Goa’uld who tortured and killed Jack in that one episode”. Baal has so much potential that makes this ship work!! Sam seeing that potential makes this ship work!

Sam hosting Baal (yes, the symbiote):

OKAY OKAY OKAY SO!!! This is something I LOVE to bits!!

That’s a thing that is great if as I said, Baal and his host are on the same wavelength. But it can work without it nonetheless.

Sam hosting Baal, consensual or not, is always ALWAYS such an amazing trope. (x) It’s really something that makes me hyperventilate because it makes them so close...so blended...it’s infinitely intimate... When Baal is in love with Sam, it’s even better. (x) I almost can’t describe it because it is so wonderful. Being able to feel each other’s feelings. Baal healing Sam from inside when she’s injured. Sam deciphering his emotions and most importantly the affection he has for her, especially when he still haven’t confessed it? holy shit it’s SO DAMN GOOD!!!!! The silent conversations they can have within Sam’s head, Baal pouring Goa’uld knowledge into Sam’s mind. It’s just the two of them and I can’t express how comforting that is to read.

i don’t know, random stuff I like i guess, I’m almost done: 

He just really craves her attention huh. Look at that smile, so cute...”I’m smart! Did you know I’m smart as hell? Of course you did. But I Would Like You To Acknowledge It.” He’s even bouncing on his heels, i love when he does that!!!! He is turning towards Sam especially too  😭💖 and she’s just ê____ê LMFAO

(Maybe this is just another “it is my speciality and not yours” moment but hey i like to give him the benefit of the doubt 💖)

Baal being “I’m tired of being a villain, I want to be loved now”...Aren’t you tired of going apeshit? Don’t you want to be nice? just a little bit?

Baal using so much petnames so easily... i’m usually not a fan of those but having him saying “my love, my sweet” etc etc oh fuck!!!!! i don’t know wHY it gets me!!! 

A lot of Baalsam fics are smutty, and while I enjoy that, I still think they have so much potential on the spiritual level. They’re both nerds and they both have so many things to learn from the other. (x)

Baal taking Sam on his ship to show her some neat space stuff.

Baal loving motorcycles just like Sam and modifying engines with naqadah.

Guess i’m just gonna link to fics I love now nvkjfdg and that I haven’t linked to already--

In the Lap of the Gods - Rating: M - Sam gets stuck in a sarcophagus with Baal. Really well thought fic, I love it!!!

The Mating game - Rating: M - Ten dates. Can I call this slow burn? It’s slow but not too slow. Please read this, it’s hilarious and so well written like- this fic makes me lose my absolute shit!

The Mating Game: Endgame - Rating: E - Read after The Mating Game. Honestly yEAH!!! Amazing sequel to an already amazing prequel, what else can I say 😩💖 you got some Host!Sam action in this too!!

Enemy Amongst Us - Rating: E - Hmmmm Sam falling for Baal is always yummy 🥴 It has more than that, it’s pretty wild!!!!!!

Those are not all but they are the ones i prefer 🥺���💖💖 (along the ones I linked during the essay) 

I think I’m done? Congratulations for reading all of this lmao  😭💖 I hope you can see why I love Baalsam so much now!! They are just SO MUCH FUN!!! 

feel free to send me asks and stuff about this TvT/

#stargate sg1 #baalsam #samantha carter #baal #my thoughts #that was long but fun #i dont think im bringing anything new to this part of the fandom but heyyyyyyyy #*daniel voice* anyway i'm sorry but that's how i feel about it!!!!! what do you think????? #in conclusion: THEY ARE HILARIOUS. that's it #i could have just said that #but i didnt #me*baalsam

[magpiemissy]

“So... This is Love?”

A special request from my darling @rkiveinmarvel 💘💝. I hope you'll like it! I love you😘

WARNINGS: playful teasing (not like that you fools ಠ_ಠ), FLUFF✨ aslo grammatical error if ever hehe. This is my first imagine, so please bare with me...

Summary: Reader is an actress/actor and she's/he's in denial. Keeps saying that she/he has not come to a liking to Loki. Loki can read her/his lies and he kept teasing her/him until she/he confesses and in the end fluff uwu

It's not a normal day for Y/N to not be in the tower due to the fact that they are best friends with the one and only Tony Stark. Yes, you heard it right! You are best friends with the famous Iron Man. Growing up together means like you two are siblings and there is ONE rule that you both promised each other : NO SECRETS! And of course, there's initially teasing for you two's relationship due to being very close. But what will happen if he found out that you have a liking towards a certain God? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“TONY, FOR THE LAST TIME... I DO NOT LIKE LOKI!!!” you argued back. “But why did you blushed when I said Loki is being an ass? What were you thinking Y/N?” Tony playfully ask. “Can you not? It was because the place was getting hot with all your—your fussing around.” You explained annoyed with all his antics. “Ah, ah... You paused a little in that sentence. Aaah~ I thought we agreed on NO SECRETS and that's on PeRiODt!” he said. You just wanted to scream your lungs out. Sometimes like really, you just want to throw Tony out the window. “Just... Shut up already. I'm tired, please.” You said desperately wanting peace. “So much for being an actress/actor, Y/N. How did you even become one?” he exclaimed with a chuckle.

And just on cue, the God himself entered together with the others. Yes, you are also friends with the Avengers.

“What's all the fuss about? We could practically feel the annoying atmosphere while walking here” “Yeah, what's going on and why is Y/N red?” “Are you alright, Lady Y/N? Are you ill?”

So much for having a peaceful day, huh? And what's worst was with all the questions being bombarded to you, you notice that Loki was staring at you all worried and it made you more flustered than ever.

“I'm alright, guys. I'm just tired and I was really hoping for a peaceful day but yeah... I'll just go rest in my room” You said looking down on the floor, embarrassed and flustered.

\\\time skip brought you by Tony's vodka's///

You were in the library reading and relaxing but also having deep thoughts. After your relaxing nap and refreshing shower, you were all at peace now. Sitting by the balcony with an amazing sunset view tea by the table and some poems that you wrote, a very relaxing song playing on the radio, you couldn't ask for more after hectic months of making a movie.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” a velvety voice interrupted your thinking, approaching you with grace and holding a book on the way.

“Yes, yes it is... What are you doing here? You asked feeling nervous and all.

“Can't I enjoy a peaceful day with a beautiful lady whose lonley and who I only am comfortable with? And also, might I add having deep thoughts... What's on your mind, darling?” He explained.

You couldn't stare at his eyes. It's like being in a spell having him around you. Do you really like him? Do you have feelings for Loki? What magic is this? You thought.

You feel your head turning towards his way and as you slowly looked into his view, that's when it hit you. You DO like Loki, you DO have feelings for him. You could just kiss him right now.

“I uhm... I just... You know... Just uhh” you stuttered while try to avoid his gaze.

Loki smirked. I'm doomed. I just got caught.

“You're stuttering, darling. Am I making you nervous?” he said with a low chuckle.

You couldn't look at him anymore due to your red face. You're all tensed and don't really know what to do.

You cleared your throat. “I think Tony's calling me hehe... Uhm I have to go and—” you got caught off by Loki pulling you on to his lap. You stiffened, have a red face like a tomato by now.

“Ah, ah... I asked you a question, darling. Why are you nervous around me? We always do this, I thought you're used to it by now?” you can feel his smirk just by saying those words. It's true though, you should be used to it by now but the difference is just that you like him MORE.

Your's and Loki's relationship is a little complex. Yes, he is a friend but with the constant skin ship some people might think your actually in a relationship with the God. And he does NOT like it when people are always around him. Cuddled up to him when you two are reading, comfortably talking with each other with the things your passionate about,etc.

“What happened, my love? Why are you like this? Why are you nervous? Do you like me?” with that certain question made you blush even more.

On the other side, Loki's plan is working. Teasing you and all just to get you to spit out the words that he wants to hear through the years of being together. It's also quite amusing to him, you being flustered and a stuttering mess. He finds it adorable.

“Hmm... Why are you blushing? Aah~you DO like me, do you?” he teased you even more.

By now you just wanted to burst out. You wanted to tell him but what would the others think, what would the world think? You're an actress/actor for goodness sake! Of course the public would always have the say to it but who cares, right???!!!

You turn your body towards Loki and yes, you were right he was smirking. I suppose he heard everything what you said to Tony, being the God of Mischief and Lies and all, he can sense that you were lying.

You sighed. Hear goes nothing.

“imsorryimallstiffandnervousaroundyouitsjustthatiwasnotcertainofmyfeelingsforyoulatelyandijustdonotknowwhattodoandijustneedtothinkeverythingoutandyesidolikeyou!” you blurted out.

Loki chuckled. “Slow down, darling. Could you say that again, please? I didn't quite hear you.”

You took a breath...

“Okay. Uhm—I'm sorry, for acting like that in front of you. I just was uncertain of the feelings I have for you. And yess, I do like you—” you didn't get to finish your sentence as you could feel Loki's lips on you.

It was soft and sweet. You two were like a puzzle piece that fitted together perfectly. Passion and Love and Gentleness is all you could feel right now.

You two broke apart a few seconds later. Foreheads together, all out of breath after that amazing kiss.

“Huh... You'll never admit that if I didn't notice and tease you and all. So much for being an actress/actor.” he playfully said. “Oh shut up” you shush him with a playful hit on the chest.

“Do want cuddles?” “And a movie night? With snacks?” “Yes” “Okay”

Such a beautiful way to end the day, isn't it? Maybe you should thank Tony for all that times annoying you. So... This is Love, huh?

“I love you” you heard him whisper.

“I love you too, Loki. More than you ever know”

BONUS:

The next day...

“Y/NNNNNNN!!!! WHY IS MY ARMOR IN THE SHADE OF BRIGHT PINK?!?!?!?!” Tony screamed. Running like bolt of lightning in the living room.

“Huh? What are you talking about, Tony? I don't know, why are you asking me?” you said with a smirk plastered on your face.

“I—why would... You just... AARGGH!!!”

“That's what you get for annoying me!”

“I will literally kill you!” “Come catch me first! HAHA” “oh, you son of a bitc—”

You didn't even get him to finish his sentence haha. Dashi run run run...

“Oh Loki, my love... Come, let's go out to the library a couple of blocks aways from here. We can also have an ice cream date.” you said giggling.

Shaking his head with a chuckle he said “Alright, darling but in your next attempt to prank Stark, please count me in.” “Yes, my love.” you said grinning back at him.

Reblog and heart it if you like♡ love y'all!

And that's it! Hope you all like it. Especially my bff, my love lol. This is my first imagine so yeah... Sorry for the errors hehe.

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[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

Dating Beverly Marsh Would Include...

Requested: [I'm sorry I can't remember who requested this or if this was an anon, I'm sorry!] Hey, could I request some headcanons about dating Beverly? (Also if you could add in the reader having homophobic parents 💕)

Warnings: obviously there will be homophobia, [at the end so people can skip if they need to read safely 😊] specifically from the readers parents so please feel free to skip if need be. And remember my blog is a safe space 💕 oh yeah theres also plenty of grammar/spelling errors i'm sure

A//n: This was WAY longer than I anticipated. I just kept coming up with more stuff and holy crap I love writing Bev x readers???? Please request more Bev Edit: this was in my drafts forever and again as much as i have been trying to get requests out in order, it's been pretty tough but at least this way stuff gets out sooner so here ya go.

Okay

First of all..

Y'all make the CUTEST COUPLE, OKAY?!

Like no joke

You know that cliche about girls stealing their boyfriends hoodies/clothes??

Well that goes for both of you and you both are always swapping clothes cause you both love each other's sense of style

Plus, ya know, it's got that great boyfriend girlfriend smell

It's cheesy and played out, but it's honestly so wholesome, and again, you guys each have an interest in each others senses of styles

If you're bigger than her, and her clothes don't necessarily fit you, pfffttt no big deal, she had a million blankets that smelled like her and then you two got together and now she can only find like,, two. But that doesn't mean she doesn't love stealing your clothes!! They're baggier on her but oH MY GOODNESS DOES SHE LOVE THAT. She just loves being able to completely immerse herself in your stuff. Especially when she isn't feeling safe in her own home and you aren't around, the best thing for her is to wrap herself in her your stuff and be comforted by you. Uggh, its hella sweet

But let's start from the beginning...

Both of you knew about each other from school

You definitely heard the many rumors about "Beaver-ly Marsh"

Not that you participated, but you were always overhearing rumors from gossiping girls and bragging boys in your class

Your school wasn't huge but it wasn't small either

But it was kill or be be killed, and rumors spread like the damn plague

It was inevitable

And it was just a matter of time before you overheard the several rumors of the "slut" who did it with every guy in school.

You'd roll you're eyes at the word and the ridiculous insinuations, knowing the massively overplayed game of telephone that ruled your school was not necessary the most credible source of information

And you were positive there were rumors about you, I mean, it really wasn't possible to go to that school without a rumor going around

Everyone had one

Anyways, you never paid much attention to them, but then you met her...

And oh no.

Immediately, it was:

You already never paid much mind to the rumors, but when you got to know each other??

Nuh uh.

No way

Not Beverly

No no no no, no

She was way too sweet, and shy, and beautiful, and awesome, and funny, annnd oh no the damn butterflies were back and shit she made you feel things

And you??

Bevery had no clue she was into girls until you came along...

You were her gay awakening and her being so used to all those nasty things people said about her and all those boys??

Even though it wasn't true, any of it, she still always expected that eventually one day she'd get her first boyfriend, to love and cuddle with and everything normal

Again, then you came along and her heart was all like

BOOM BOOM BEECH

You both danced around each other a lot. Seeing as you were two precious little gay beans that lived in a conservative town in the 80s, it wasn't exactly the most accepting environment and you guys didn't know if the other was into girls at all

On both sides it was "does she like me or is she just really laid back and friendly???"

It took way too long to figure out you were both into each other

If I'm being completely honest here, y'all were like the female reddie

Two girls who became best friends and always bickered like crazy to hide your feelings

The way you two found out you had feelings for one another was bumpy and awkward but silly and cute nonetheless

It came off in a passing comment that just slipped out

The two of you were having a sleepover like you did every Friday night you were available

and you two were laying on her bedroom floor talking about anything and everything staring at the ceiling

Her radio was playing in the background and the two of you were surrounded by various snacks you had been munching on all throughout the night and the conversation drifted to gossip about your peers at school

It went a little something like this:

Y: "Did you see so and so today??"

B: "Yes!!"

Y: *laughing* "Yeah, what the hell was that?"

B: I have no idea what goes on in her head...

B: but I guess I gotta give her some credit, she's always super confident and I'm like, 90% sure that's what makes her the most desirable girl in the 8th grade"

Y: "I guess that makes sense"

B: "I do wish I had her confidence. Maybe I'd have better luck romantically"

Y: "Oh please, like you need that. You're infinitely more attractive than her"

B: "What?"

Y: *panicked* "What?"

B: *slowly sits up with smug ass smirk on her lips* are you saying you find me... attractive?"

Y: ..."what?" *sweating*

B: *still smirking* "Wait,"

Y: "WhAT?"

B: *stILL smirking* "do you-?"

Y: *full on gay panic* "No!"

B: *smirking and blushing*

B: *lays back down* "well, I think you're pretty attractive yourself, if it's any consolation"

She's still so nervous though so it comes out in a whisper

She's 99 percent certain you just accidentally revealed your crush to her but her heart was p o u n d i n g anyway

What if it just came out wrong and that's why you panicked???

Had she just revealed her crush to you by mistake???

But no

You both were a blushing mess and it did not go unnoticed by either one of you

You're hands kinda accidently brushed and you both just had a heart attack on the spot

But the connection you two had that night

You both just... knew

You guys kinda just... happened

After that you both were aware you liked each other

But it was kind of unspoken

At first

It's not like you guys never talked about it, but you two definitely became more touchy and flirty

Holding hands when no one was looking

Shortly before you guys happened and before that night, she had introduced you to losers and they just totally accepted you as one of their own

You got along especially well with Richie (wonder why)

But Bev wasn't too happy about this particular fact...

Especially after you two got together

She wasn't necessarily jealous, especially cause she already had a sneaking suspicion about his feelings for another loser, but because he took up a lot of her time with you

But then, to her chagrin, Richie found out about you two

the eight of you were hanging out in the clubhouse, and Ben had to make some adjustments so him and the others left momentarily to help him get the resources

Except you, and Bev

You two volunteered to hold down the fort [literally]

aaaaaaand you two wanted to have a few minutes alone together too,

Nothing scandalous or anything like that, but you two didn't get be close around the losers

Then Richie returned way earlier than expected [turns out he was doing more harm than good and they sent him back]

He was just outside the entrance and he overheard you two

"I wish we could tell them,"

"I know. And it's not that I don't think they'll accept us, it's-" *sigh* "I'm just not ready... I'm sorry"

"Don't be. It's okay, we can tell them when we're both good and ready."

"Thank you, Y/n."

Richie just kinda stood there thinking about what he just heard

I mean, it made sense, you guys were really close, but then again, that's just how he thought all girls were

But everything else kinda made more sense the more he thought about it

And, it honestly reminded him of him and Eddie

More specifically, how he felt about his best friend

Now naturally this was a very emotional moment, but Richie Tozier being Richie Tozier wasn't about to waltz in there and give some sappy speech about he accepts you guys and he's here for you no matter what

No, no, no

He laid down on the forest floor, sticking his head in the clubhouse scaring the shit out of you two and said

"You guys should really be more quiet, Ben may be a suspiciously good overnight kid architect sensation but he has yet to soundproof this baby"

He then stuck his arm inside the clubhouse, patting the ceiling, shaking a couple spiders loose from his his hand in disgust

"Richie...!"

You two jumped apart and you about nearly shit your pants

"Relax, I'm not gonna tell anyone,"

You both were startled as hell and absolutely disgruntled but the two of you looked at each other, simultaneously breathing a sigh of relief

He got up and joined you two in the clubhouse, and began lounging in his usual spot in the hammock, arms behind his head

"So, this means you two are both into girls, huh?"

Once again, you looked at one another and back at him, nodding shyly

He plastered on the most mischievous smirk you had ever seen and nodded his head, his huge eyes squinting slightly from behind his glasses

"niceee"

This of course was followed by simultaneous eye rolls, Bev even threw her gum wrapper at him but you laughed

It was a relieved laugh

Here you were, exposed and unintentionally outed to Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier and sure enough his reaction was "nICE"

It was honestly a relief and kinda hilarious

You guys just kinda broke out into laughter

It was nice moment

***TRIGGER WARNING FOR [PARENTAL] HOMOPHOBIA BELOW***

And for a while, everything was great. That was, until your parents began to take note just how much time you were spending with Bev

They kept an eye on it at first

Then they started asking questions

You knew this day would come one way or another

Hell, you grew up with them after all, you knew what they thought about people like you and it broke your heart

It terrified you

And it's exactly what you heard every night when you tried to fall asleep, their voices speaking to you clear as day; how disgusted they were. They weren't really there of course and it wasn't until you became a loser that you found out what that voice was...

The point is, your deepest fear was being realized so you did what you could do

Lie

And it seemed to work. Briefly

Your mother had come in to check on you two for the fifth time - usually she checked on you two four times since their suspicions - and found you two snuggled up on top of your sleeping bags

Your mother screamed, scaring the crap out of you guys and you jumped apart

Your mother was thrown into hysterics and went to fetch your father, wailing like a damn baby

Needless to say that night was a long one for everyone

And as if things couldn't get any worse, just days later you found out that Beverly had been taken by It

Immediately, every doubt, every fear, every inkling of shame your parents and your community had drilled into you was forgotten and all that mattered was getting her back

You and your friends literally went through hell to get her back

Needless to say it was a terrifying ordeal but you all had each other's backs and everyone came out okay

When you left Neibolt, you and Beverly were hand in hand

You couldn't give a flying fck about it, you just fought a shape-shifting demon clown you could face your small minded parents

And more importantly you knew even if your parents didn't support you, you had other people who did that and that was enough

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Hope you enjoyed, sorry it's so long and again this is out of order of who requested it so I'm sorry to those of you who had stuff in before this, but I've just been stuck for too long and I needed to get things moving again. Anyways, I hoped you guys like this and again, omg I love writing Beverly!!! I would not be offended if you guys asked for more Bev fics/hc when I open up requests again

#beverly marsh headcanon request #beverly marsh imagine #beverly marsh x reader #beverly marsh #headcanon #head canon #beverly marsh headcanon #beverly marsh head canon #bev head canon #beverly hc #beverly marsh hc #bev marsh hc #hc #hc request #homphobia #homophobia warning #it #it requests #it request

[janiedean]

I'm the anon who said you don't glorify obesity. Look I don't know anything about that ship y'all keep referring to and I don't know who "Hunk" is or whatever, I'm talking in general terms. I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT SHIPPING OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT just to clarify. I think it's wrong that people glorify being skinny but I don't think glorifying obesity is any better (I'm talking about more than overweight - ACTUALLY OBESE)

I’m probably not explaining myself properly but I think people should be able to ship whatever they want, the shipping was never my point. I just think the way people on the internet have been going on like “Fat women are goddesses!!! Real women have curves!!! If you don’t agree you’re fatphobic!!!” is wrong. I have been hospitalized twice for anorexia, I know how being skinny is glorified but I don’t think switching it around so it becomes “being obese is totally awesome and if you say otherwise you’re a horrible fatphobe” is any better. I’m sorry for sending you so many messages, I’ll stop now.

okay so GIVEN THAT WE ALREADY CLARIFIED OURSELVES ON THE MISUNDERSTANDING: the problem is that we were actually talking about shipping XD and the other anon decided it had to be about health but like the problem in general is that as usual (on tumblr and I guess in the US because it’s mostly US beauty standards I’m seeing thrown around) is that there’s no middle way in anything. I mean, like:

body shaming is a thing. in general. the problem is that fatshaming is, like, a thing that is more culturally spread than the contrary even if in some countries (ie italy) there’s this concept that if you’re skinnier than a size 42 (I guess it’s like an S or small M) you’re omg so unhealthy please EAT SOME PUT MEAT ON YOUR BONES WHY DO U HATE GOOD FOOD, but it’s more of an older generation thing. like, I’ve had problems with weight bc when I was in freaking elementary school people would go like ‘omg you’re so fat’ at me and I thought I was and then I looked at some pictures years later and I was like ‘… wtf I was perfectly fine what the hell’ and there’s a general implication that fat/overweight = unhealthy when it’s not necessarily the case.

the problem is that when it comes to body positivity there is like literally zero distinction between curvy, overweight, fat and obese which are not the same thing, and there is zero distinction between body positivity and promote a healthy lifestyle. I mean, according to US standards someone who’s fat would be… like… normal here? a size M is seen as perfectly regular stuff but from what I see of US sizes, M is like OMG I’M FAT already, which… like. here it’s maybe curvy. also being some 3/4kgs overweight never killed anyone. but since I see ZERO DISTINCTION here, it’s all thrown in the same bag and it’s the exact same for people who have 3 kgs more than average, 10, 25, 50 or freaking 200. which is obviously not the same.

also, there is the complete lack of realizing what it means to be healthy and to not be thin. like, as has been said already it’s absolutely not a guarantee that being thin or skinny means that you’re healthy (I had a friend who used to be chubby, then got sick with a freaking chronic disease and came out of it with a body that ended up finding her a job as a fashion model but SHE STILL WAS HEALTHIER BEFORE THE FREAKING CHRONIC DISEASE), I’ve struggled with my extra kgs all my damned life and whenever I go on vacation with friends that are thinner than me but move around less or don’t go to the gym and the likes I am the one who can walk for longer or gets tired less and I have better blood tests than my father who’s at his ideal weight and takes five pills for a bunch of different stuff. some people are just heavier as a body type but if it’s their body and it’s not due to shitty eating or lack of exercise or whatever then they’re not unhealthy. obviously severely obese people who can’t walk for more than twenty minutes without feeling like fainting aren’t in that category but like never mind that for a moment, the problem is that your size doesn’t automatically mean unhealthy and having 20 extra kgs on you makes you fat maybe but not freaking obese.

THEN, on body positivity: there is a healthy difference between NOT BEING A JERK and spreading awareness re healthy habits. like, society/media and the likes shouldn’t promote being thin, they should promote being healthy ie eating well and exercising, not THIN = HEALTHY. as stated you can be healthy without being thin. (or, as the character we were talking about that you weren’t referencing, you can be mostly muscle and have some chub over it and THAT’S NOT BEING OBESE XD at the same time, if someone is overweight or obese or whatever for any reason whatsoever you can’t go at them and tell them omg go lose some weight you loser THAT’S HORRIBLE. I mean, there’s a difference between saying that one should try to be as healthy as possible and go like OMG YOU’RE FAT YOU’RE HORRIBLE. if body positivity means not shaming someone else for their body then go the fuck for it. the problem is that then according to people saying ‘okay but if you can’t walk to the supermarket and back without feeling short of breath and you might get heart diseases maybe you should consider dropping some extra weight for your own benefit’ is fatphobic which… lolno. not everyone is fat because of bad habits and they shouldn’t have people making them feel bad even if they are but assuming that the above sentence (especially when doctors recommend you to do more exercise) is inherently fatphobic imo is ridiculous. if my doctor tells me I should lose some weight then I’m gonna consider it and I’m not gonna feel like he’s *phobic*, if someone goes like ‘omg you’re so fat you’ll never find a guy who wants you’, that is fatphobic. like, THERE’S A DIFFERENCE. (at the same time people who are skinny/thinner than average shouldn’t get told all the time OMG PUT SOME MEAT ON THAT SKELETON REAL WOMEN HAVE CURVES like fuck’s sake respect all body types. being a real woman has zero to do with how much meat you have on you.) what should be glorified is be healthy and be happy with whatever body type you have as long as it doesn’t cause you problems and at that point nicely try to make those problems right while you’re encouraged without shaming anyone in the process. (which also means: gdi don’t put other people down if they’re trying to gain weight or lose it, ffs.)

now, the problem with shipping: the thing is - and I swear to god I don’t wanna sound like a sjw now but I hope the previous essay has made clear how I feel in general on this issue - that, in my experience, fat/overweight characters especially if they’re male are seen as… either the laughing stock of the group or the harmless nerd or anyway never as sexual objects. every damned time I ship something where a guy is overweight/fat (notable exceptions jacob and queenie from fantastic beasts which tbh really was a nice surprise for the part where the fat guy who’s also a sweetheart hooks up with the bombshell and it’s THE BEST ROMANCE OF ALL good go you man) right as rain there’s rarely fic for it least of all porn, and even if there is someone will go around saying the fat character isn’t attractive or deserving of getting some. when I say ‘sam tarly syndrome’ I mean ‘fat/overweight guy is a sweetheart who has a lot of nice ships they could be in but they get thoroughly ignored or if it happens in canon fandom lols at it’. I mean, I basically had to start the jon/sam tag on my own (if you see the fics at the beginning it’s honestly sad to see TEN of mine all after the other), once on a kinkmeme I was like ‘okay doing it’ at a pwp prompt and I got as an answer OMG I WAS HOPING YOU’D SEE THIS NO ONE ELSE IN THIS FANDOM WRITES PORN FOR THESE TWO and whenever people discuss canon sex scenes…. the only one in the book that always gets lol-ed at is sam and gilly’s in spite of the fact that okay, it’s badly written, but ALL of the sex scenes in asoiaf except one are badly written. it’s not worse than the average. but sam getting some because a relatively hot girl wants him and the sex - omg! - actually being somewhat not vanilla is seen as… like… OMG HAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T BELIEVE HE’S GETTING SOME OMG HOW EMBARRASSING as if this guy being overweight means he can’t be seen as a palatable partner when it comes to having a sex life. same as the other anon being like ‘omg hunk (the person we were referring) is fat and unhealthy so he’s not good enough for the other person’ is… exactly the same. I mean, this hunk character is admittedly the one person in that bunch I’d actually date irl same as sam is the one character from asoiaf I’d date irl the others are completely out of the question, but since they’re *fat* naaaaah? and guess what sam/WHOEVER is a lot less popular than ships which make a lot less sense but are two hot characters stashed together bc they’re hot. (jaime/sansa has like 300+ fics and jon/sam is still under 100 but okay sure tell me it’s because it makes no sense. lol no. and being that the only porn around for those two was written by me and maybe two/three other people says all.)

at that point then people go like ‘well but it’s because they’re unhealthy’ and that is when it becomes ridiculous. because going with the above problem re fatshaming being a thing that happens on a societal level, it becomes IF YOU’RE FAT YOU’RE NOT SEXUALLY DESIRABLE AND NO ONE SHOULD WANT YOU BECAUSE OF YOUR UNHEALTHY WEIGHT, which mixes stuff that doesn’t even go together with being sexually desirable which is something inherently personal. as in: if someone who’s unhealthily fat for whichever reason has a significant other who loves them and their body guess what THEY HAVE A RIGHT TO HAVE A SEXUAL LIFE AND TO BANG PEOPLE/GET BANGED TO THEIR PLEASURE. because when it comes to preferences in the bedroom or loving a person, size can be a thing - some people have certain body shapes preferences and so on - or it cannot be a thing at all and anyway it doesn’t matter when it comes to your right to be seen as desirable/being desirable. people of all sizes can be desirable or sexy or definitely sexually available regardless of the size - like everyone is freaking allowed to be sexually desirable even if they don’t conform to whichever is the beauty canon around.

and given that I personally got told more than once also by admittedly well-meaning people that they wouldn’t ever consider seeing me as desirable because I was overweight or not as thin as other hot person around our class or even better, the aforementioned friend who turned out to be a fashion model using that as some coping mechanism (as in, she didn’t like being sick obv. but since she had come out of it with a scorching hot physique while I had then undiagnosed pcos so I was struggling with weight all the damned time and I was healthy otherwise... er let’s say that she used to tell me stuff like ‘ah well look at you and look at me instead how much better looking I am’ which obviously was in order to make herself feel better about her illness but sure as hell didn’t help me feeling good about myself), I’m honestly fucking tired of this whole trend in shipping where overweight/fat people don’t get any from their hot best friends with whom they’re absolutely shippable but the hot friends get shipped instead with the most improbable hot people that happens in 90% of fandoms I run into. because it’s just a reflection of how irl if you’re overweight a lot of the time people will say that your weight puts you out of the goddamned dating field and everyone deserves to be in there, damn it, regardless of their size. it has nothing to do with being healthy or unhealthy. and saying shit like ‘omg X is fat they’re not good enough for Y’ is really fucking old already. 

 tldr: I hope I made clear why I got pissed at the other anon and what I think of the whole matter. obviously no one has to glorify being *unhealthy* (extreme obesity and anorexia are both unhealthy) and no one needs to put other groups down while doing it (looking at you n*icki m*inaj - like sorry but according to my standards she’s thin, having a nice ass doesn’t make you *fat* or curvy, and going like FUCK ALL THOSE SKINNY BITCHES is the exact contrary of body positivity tbh). but at the same time everyone deserves to be seen as sexually desirable and it’s bullshit that the current narrative depicts being overweight as something undesirable. both in society and in fandom.

/peace

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