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xplrvibes · 3 months

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Ok, I wrote out my rant. Read it back. Realised I kept arguing with myself and didn't actually have a solid opinion. Deleted my rant, and now I will just leave you with this.

I don't get this argument/theory that snc may have signed an NDA and that's why they haven't spoken out against c&s being "frauds." As someone who has worked with numerous NDAs (context: I work in film/tv production, primarily as a producer) I just don't see how one fits into the equation.

Unless, and this is a big 'unless', everything about that week went according to script. Then yes, there would be a non-disclosure agreement in place for everyone. Because, truthfully, I actually struggle to see how the week at the Conjuring house could have been entertaining enough to make so many videos had c&s not been there. Look at their initial plan for the week, and look how effortlessly it flew out the window when they met c&s.

Because fakes or not, c&s add an amazingly entertaining and interesting element to the series. If this was always marketed as a fictional/scripted production, c&s are awesome characters! They add such a great element to the story. It's like adding a powerful witch to fantasy stories, they're your catch-all get out of jail free card characters. But since snc market their content as genuine and real, which I do believe them with, c&s having this powerful connection to the other side was maybe a bit too much for people to swallow.

Anyway, long story short, my rant was about how stupid I found this argument/idea of snc signing NDAs and that's why they haven't spoken against c&s (if they have anything to speak against about) Even taking into account Kris went on a podcast and said snc got scammed, which led people to assume they'd spoken to her and maybe revealed something they otherwise can't say publicly. I just, idk... it doesn't make sense to me why an NDA would be in place. I can't think of any reason why there would need to be one. If they did need to sign one, I'd be raising my eyebrows high key. For me, that would personally throw away any credibility to that location and people inside.

-- aussie anon

Yea, I don't know where the NDA story came into play, honestly. I just think people really wanted snc to come out and be like, "You're right guys, these people are frauds, attack!!" And when snc didn't do that - because why would they, they themselves couldn't prove or disprove anything - the people who wanted any excuse for snc not declaring c&s frauds threw NDAs out there as a plausible theory as to why they are playing nice.

I'm sure they've signed many an NDA in their lives and business. I doubt Conjuring was one of them.

First of all, I'm sorry - I just don't think snc would be stupid enough to bet the farm on something that they knew could 100% be debunked. Maybe back in 2016, when they had 1/15th of the following they had now and any press was good press (see: Killing Best Friend Prank or some of their early attempts at theater of the mind), sure; but not at this stage of their careers, with getting this into movie theaters and all the mainstream attention they knew it was going to get.

If they were scripting something, they wouldn't be trying to have it shown on such a large platform. It would've been a throwaway video that only their dedicated fanbase of people who wouldn't question them would see.

And second of all - people act like snc haven't come out and said a word about c&s, and that'd not true. They did a whole interview where they answered a skeptic's questions about them. They made a video on the react channel addressing everything, their concerns, their attempts to debunk those concerns, and, most importantly: their failed attempts to try a third series of tests with c&s, who refused. They ended that video basically saying, "We can't disprove this, and they won't let us go further with trying, so we're just gonna move on." They tried to debunk it directly from the source and couldn't. Not sure what more they could say or do.

Third - I know what more people wanted them to say or do. They wanted them to go "well bobthedebunker65 on youtube said you can pop your joints so clearly he's right and they are frauds and fuck them and the horse they rode in on," only snc don't know bobthedebunker65 (and bobthedebunker65 keeps referring to them in very patronizing ways, such as floppy haired idiots who only girls like, [cause ew girls' interests amirite], so why should they validate him anyway?). They do know c&s, the Conjuring staff, and the experience they had. They aren't gonna shit on that to please some people who just want blood and drama.

If snc had been able to prove that c&s were frauds, they would've said it. From a business standpoint, it would actually be better for them in the long run. They'd be the victims and/or the heroes in everyone's eyes.

But they couldn't prove it. So why burn a bridge and cause a stink unnecessarily?

Now all this to say, I was never on board with c&s from day 1, and you can read my posts on the Conjuring at the time to see me debunking the whole thing in real time. That being said, I also take snc's stance...unless you can actually definitively prove fraud beyond a shadow of a doubt...eh. I'm moving on. Everyone else should as well. All these people are doing now is just driving more foot traffic to this video they want scrubbed from the internet and more attention to the people they want kicked out the paranormal community. Kind of counterproductive, honestly.

Anyway. Yea. I agree. Lol.

#asks #aussie anon

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demiwizardsoul · 1 year

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Okay I'm going to be the asshole here but I just saw like 10 post saying that if you still like Harry Potter and play Hogward legacy you are transphobic and I can't stay quiet

Of course, what JK R*wling has done/ said is unjustifiable and I totally understand that you can't read or watch the movie anymore. I did for a long time, I couldn't read or watch the movie because of what JK R*wling said.

But honestly, I never seen a true fan defending her (of course there are, but like it's a minority). Most of them just want to continue loving this saga, because it means so much to them.

And second thing, I don't know if you realise that, but most of the money that the sales of the game generate won't go to JK pocket but to the corporation such as Nintendo. I'm not saying that you do not supporting her in a sense, that's up to your conscience or your way to see things, but she was already payed for the game before it was released. And believe me, even if the game is a failure, they already have enough money to deal with it, they don't care.

But anyway, I understand that you want to people to boycott the game, even though death threats to the people that just want to play is not normal. But saying that we should stop loving Harry Potter because JK Rowling is an asshole?

I don't think you understand how much Harry Potter meant to some people.

Personally it was the saga that made love reading, when I was in eight grade, if I did not have Harry Potter and Percy Jackson I would probably don't be here. Even though now I realise all the problematic shit in those book (I don't think I need to develop) it will always be the saga that made me fall in love with books

So no, you can't ask to someone to stop loving a universe because the person that created it is a monster. And there are some trans fan that are still part of the fandom, even after everything

And even worse, by asking for boycott you are kind of promoting the game. (I know I'm doing it to and I feel bad for that, but I needed to talk about it). Which is the only thing we can do that is effective if we want JK to have less success.

However, if you still support JK Rowling and ignore what she said and done, yes, you are transphobic.

Sorry this post is long, I know people are going to hate me for this and honestly I don't care. Nobody is probably going to see this anyway

#hogwards legacy #Stop blaming people that just want to play #Stop doing like nothing happened #harry potter

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etherealdemon · 2 years

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🤍 + elijah & isla

send me a 🤍 + a ship and i’ll answer some questions about them!

who cooks meals for the others?

isla is the one who cooks the most since she's the better cook. elijah isn't completely useless in the kitchen but he's not that amazing at cooking. he knows how to cook basic dishes but nothing too complicated or too fancy. sometimes he'll like to surprise isla with dinner and you bet he tried his hardest to make her favourite meal.

who spams the other with memes?

both enjoy sending cute memes to each other especially when they remind them of themselves. i don't see them sending anything super cursed to each other, unless jacob gets a hold of elijah's phone and sends isla the most cursed shit ever.

who likes to tidy around the house?

elijah is the one who likes to tidy around the house. his parents taught him and maisie to always clean up after themselves so it kind of just became second nature to him. he also doesn't like mess and so he'll immediately tidy something if it looks out of place.

who likes to play pranks on the other?

isla! she's the one who likes to play little pranks on elijah. he's also really chill and will always believe whatever isla says with no question so he will always 100% fall for her pranks.

who asked the other to move in with them?

it was elijah! he asked isla soon after maisie moved out from their apartment. he didn't like the thought of living alone since he's always been living with someone else and he also soon realised that he wanted to take the next step with isla. he asked her while they went out to grab food and she immediately said yes.

who is in charge of the music during a car ride?

isla! partly because elijah is the one who is always driving which means he can't control what plays, but also mostly because isla is the one with better music taste. isla's made elijah listen to uni:verse a shit ton of times that he now knows their songs so well and could easily cover one. elijah always asks isla to play sunday morning at least once though.

who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly?

isla does it to get attention which is funny because elijah is not ticklish at all. he will literally sit there unbothered until she stops and he's like 'ok are you done?'.

who needs to hold the other while watching scary movies?

elijah hates horror films and will always end up trying to distract himself when one is playing. i see the both of them attempting to watch a horror film together but they either end up turning it off because they’re both too scared or they just hide underneath their blanket and end up talking like that until they hear the credits roll.

who has to help the other when it comes to technology?

honestly i see both of them to be pretty competent with technology. they use technology a lot when producing and recording music so technology doesn't really bother or confuse them.

who likes to get a bit frisky in public/ an inappropriate setting?

both are pretty much on the same level when it comes to their pda levels. isla is the one who usually initiates things but elijah's always happy to go with it. isla loves to cling on to elijah when they're out together. she loves to hug his arm while they're walking down the street and he always loves to hold her hand.

who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest?

elijah is the one who wakes up first because he has to sing his daily sunday morning cover for isla which basically acts as her alarm clock. on rare occasions, he'll accidentally sleep in and isla will wake up looking at her phone like 'where tf is my daily sunday morning alarm?? i have subscribed?? where is it???'.

who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking?

isla! she loves to take little candid photos of elijah just standing there doing nothing, minding his own business. 98% of the time he won't actually realise that she's been taking photos of him since he's so unaware of his surroundings. he'll always be a little surprised when he opens her insta stories and he sees one of the photos she's taken of him on there.

who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything?

out of the two, it's isla who's most likely to forget her wallet when they go out. it doesn't really matter if she does anyway since elijah likes to treat her when they go on dates. he's the one who usually pays for whatever they end up doing.

who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night?

elijah's the one who can't sleep at night because isla decides they need another 4 hour conversation once they've gotten into bed. elijah loves listening to isla talk about literally anything and will always take the time to talk to her when he can. it doesn't matter how sleepy he is, he will stay up to talk to her. sometimes though, he'll accidentally fall asleep in the middle of their conversation, especially if he's had a long day.

who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy?

isla! elijah is kind of useless when it comes to video games, that particular talent went to maisie. isla is the one who always wins when they play together and i don't think she's the type to let him win. isla's really talented when it comes to games, especially at the arcade. she'll always end up winning him a cute plushie while elijah misses another shot at the basketball game.

who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes the other?

isla is the one who accidentally wake up elijah in the middle of the night because she isn't exactly subtle when she gets up. in fairness to her, she does have to wriggle herself out of elijah's tight grasp since they're always cuddling each other when they go to sleep. elijah probably wakes up because she accidentally kicked him the leg as she was trying to get up.

#I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE ADORABLE :STARCRY:#elijah pathetic man lmao #malak🌿#isla x elijah #elijah park #cityscape #ask game #ship ask #ask etherealdemon

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gauravp01 · 1 year

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Sat, 21 Jan 2022; 7:26 pm

Just woke up from the evening nap, which is not unusual these days.

When I write the blogs, I might use some words which could not convey the actual meaning of the sentence because of my limited vocabulary since I'm not native English speaker. It's the language I use in writing only, or maybe in a few phone calls sometimes... Still I try to communicate in the best possible way...

Two or three days ago I had discussed the POV of others needs to be understood before saying anything in some situation... It was in a similar context and anything that we see is usually biased from our prerequisites...

Let me tell you a story.

Four blind people were once passing through a forest. They encountered a giant elephant there. They went closer to it and tried to know what it was. All of them were standing at different positions with different body parts of the elephant in their hands.

The person with the feet said that it was a tree. It's a snake, says the one holding the trunk. The person holding the tail said, "It is a branch of a tree." The last one had the torso (main body) in his hands. He perceived it as a giant rock.

This is how we perceive things. We are not less than those four blind people. The situations that we encounter daily are the elephant and we all have different body parts of it in our hands. As per our understanding, we evaluate the things and usually go to a conclusion that seems perfectly fine to our understanding and is generally biased. It is normal human psychology that is not limited to some individuals.

A few lines yesterday were about the unexpected behaviour of mine. The sudden changes that occur in my behaviour, especially after the second wave of C*VID.

It was mid of 2021. The second wave was at its peak. It was the time I started facing some problems. I was very unstable for a few months and maybe I have discussed this in some previous blogs. It is 2023 now and still I can't sleep properly. I want to sleep early, but I can't. Too much has improved since then, maybe because of the change in routine as well.

Panic attacks were very common those days. Started sleeping with mmy papa and had even developed a "fear" from sleeping... I was convinced that it's very common, but not for me. Some days it felt like it was the end... End of everything...

I even had to go for the sleeping pills that used to make me unconscious in daytime as well😅😅

I left everything. Already I had left a highly paying job. During the time, I even left the studies and tried to divert my mind from everything... Started watching movies, that I rarely do...

I started disconnecting from the world. Away from all social media. Started hating phone calls and WhatsApp chats. Still I avoid gatherings. Haven't celebrated my birthday for 3 years now. I even changed my numbers to minimise the contact with others.

Friends from MSc had planned multiple trips but I mostly avoided them. I am sorry guys... I lied every time. I didn't have any online class or some important work at my home. These were excuses to avoid trips.

But I believe in one thing. Anything that happens, is for some good reason. The same happened this time as well. Apart from all the negatives, a few things were in my favour. It completely changed my views on life. I realised the value of life we've got. Tried to know the real purpose of life. Went through multiple videos on the same... Dived into a world of spirituality... I still remember myself watching a video titled, "What is Life" by Sandeep Maheshwari during Diwali preparation that year. I started reading Geeta and learnt multiple things from studying about different religions that still continues.

This has, to some extent,made me free from the biased. I see things as they are. But afterall, we all are humans, and can't be free from biased.

It was such a difficult phase of my life, that only a few people are aware.

But as I already said, this too must have happened for some reason. And remember, "Ye waqt bhi beet jaega"... This is true for both good and bad times. So don't think too much about anything. God has planned something very good for you, which you can't even think about. Don't worry about the bad times... THIS SHALL TOO PASS..... And yeah... Be grounded in your good times as well. Because....... THIS SHALL TOO PASS......

It was the story that I usually avoid telling about.

Now smile, and leave the blog with a positive energy. Believe me, god is there with you....

Smile......

Jai Shree Krishna

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bakubub · 3 years

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In which racer!kuroo is your roommate, and seems to only like it when you treat his wounds... (word count: 1.9k)

Ngl quite proud of this one!!

Warnings: 18+, a whole lot of swearing, a whole lot of blood, innuendos and implied nsfw, reader almost vomits (NOT from pregnancy chill, I know we're all scarred but its going to be just fine) and if you're squeamish perhaps skip the scene where reader stitches his wound?

Also bit of a disclaimer: I am in NO WAY a med student and literally all of my knowledge is from movies and other fics... so if you acc know what to do in this situation this may be a torturous for you :D

All due credits go to @aikk00 for this AMAZING fanart!!!!

I watch as my roommate enters the penthouse, once again scratched up and bleeding, covered in so much blood there is no possible way that it was all his- if it was he would not be standing.

I launch myself off the couch- where I was sitting for the past hour nervously waiting for his return- and slip my arm under his, supporting him as we inched towards the bathroom.

"I can do this by myself you know," he grumbles, his grimace revealing just how much pain he was actually in.

"Mhm, I'm sure you can. Just like you boiled that poor egg by yourself last week, hmm?" I say sarcastically, trying to keep my mind calm and clear, because oh my god it looks really bad this time...

"Oi, its not my fault it fuckin' exploded," he mutters, voice laden with pain.

"You put it in the microwave because 'the shitty water wasn't doing its job.' Of course it would explode," I say, gently seating him on the closed toilet seat and taking out my supplies that I unfortunately have become rather accustomed to using. He's made it a habit to get himself injured.

"Where's the injury?" I ask, setting down my half-empty bottle of antiseptic and box of bandages. He peels off his shirt, cringing at the pain it brought him as the fabric was stuck to the gash that went from his left pectoral down to the middle of his chest.

"Pissed off a bidder after winning a race, fucker took out a knife once he realised he couldn't beat me up," he huffs out, arrogance still lacing his tone even with sweat dripping down his brow as he leans the back of his head onto the tile wall behind him. His Adam's apple bobs down his bloodstained neck as he speaks, and I quickly look away, focusing on the injury at hand.

Not his blood soaked, but nevertheless well defined pectoral muscles, nor the abs that my hands occasionally brush up against and know how hard they really are, and definitely not the trail of black hairs that lead down, down, down...

"What's wrong, the view too hot to focus on the work at hand?" He asks suggestively, raising his pierced brow, even in this state.

I'm quick to reply, having gotten used to his flirtatious remarks from the second I moved into his penthouse, "nope can't even see the view from that massive head of yours. Not to mention your permanent bed head."

He huffs out a laugh, then proceeds to flinch from the pain it must have caused.

"Stop moving, idiot. You're going to exacerbate the cut!" I say, quickly grabbing a damp towel and beginning to clean up his abdomen, whilst simultaneously pressing another rag to his wound to stop the bleeding.

“At least you admit that there is a hot view,” he says in his low voice, gazing at me from his position.

I simply roll my eyes.

No falling in love. That was the deal we had made on the day he offered me a place to stay in exchange for my services as a maid and apparently, a nurse. I cook, clean and basically keep the house running while this moron goes out and acts like the idiot he is. In my defense, dorms are expensive as hell, and his penthouse is nearby. Plus, I don't have to pay rent. It's a win-win situation.

But the feelings stirring up inside my heart might just ruin the dynamic we have going on and simultaneously take out a whole lot of cash out of my pocket.

At least, that's what I keep telling myself.

Once his skin isn't completely saturated in blood, and the wound has (thankfully) stopped bleeding, I add some antiseptic onto a make-up pad and begin to dab at his wound, earning winces and slight grunts from the massive man.

"The cut looks deep, Kuroo. You need to go to the hospital," I say, worry lacing my tone as my eyebrows crease and earn yet another huffing laugh.

"Do you want me to rot in prison for the rest of my life?"

I roll my eyes at his response, deliberately dabbing just a little harder which earns me a yelp and an attempted glare in my direction.

"First off, illegal street racing won't send you to prison for your entire life, just for like, half a year. Second, this wound needs stitches, and believe it or not, I'm not a fucking licensed medic. In fact, the only experience I have is with you!" I say, immediately regretting my choice of words as I wait for his remark.

"That's what she said," He says, chuckling at his own innuendo.

I sigh in frustration, pouring more antiseptic to make sure there was no chance of infection from whatever grimy ass knife stabbed him, and beginning to gently scrub the wound with a soft towel, so as to make sure there was no debris left in there.

"You're gonna have ta do it," he mutters, his hazel eyes boring into mine.

"I- I can't Kuroo, you can't possibly think-"

"Fine. I'll do it. Go get me a needle and thread," he states, struggling but nevertheless, sitting upright on the red stained toilet.

I stare at Kuroo in disbelief as he utters these words. Was he dumber than I thought? Does he have some sort of head injury too?

I examine his face and all I come up with is unnerving determination. I exhale out of my nose sharply, "fine, dammit. I'll sew your fucking wound shut."

I am extremely handy with a sewing needle and thread, used to really be into embroidery back when I had the time so...it should be fine.

He just shrugs, leaning his head back against the tiles and closing his eyes.

"Fucking asshole. Can't believe I'm saving your damn life," I mutter, leaving the bathroom to dig through my wardrobe for my sewing box and taking out a gold silk thread that I was saving for a special project.

Well, I guess that will never happen.

"Hey, I found some silk thread. It's literally known for its strength and durability in high temperatures, so it should work like a charm!" I say, walking back into the blood stained bathroom and trying to psych myself up.

He grunts in response. I sigh as I begin with mopping up the excess blood and sanitising the needle and thread before chucking on gloves.

I wipe the antiseptic over the wound once more, and examine it carefully.

Well, if his condition worsens, I can always knock him out and call an ambulance...

I decide, screw it, and thread the needle, pretending it was just another embroidery project.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, I chant as I puncture his skin with the thin needle.

Kuroo gasps in pain, and I place a hand on his knee, telling him to suck it up and deal with it, half talking to him but also to myself.

To my surprise, he listens, stretching his head back once more and gritting his teeth.

"Don't do that, here put this in-between your teeth," I say, grabbing yet another towel and shoving it into his mouth.

He obeys as I continue to stitch. I feel my gag reflex kicking in as I think about how stitching skin feels as though I am stitching leather, it feels hard and tough while pushing the thin needle through.

Must hurt like a bitch.

Once I've completed my neat stitches down the wound, without vomiting, I tie it off as I would with any embroidery, and clean the area free of any remaining blood. After rubbing some antibacterial ointment over the gold stitches, I stick on a particularly large bandage over the wound and start tidying up.

"Thank you," Kuroo mutters, still seated on the toilet seat and practically panting for breath.

"Ah, the criminal knows his damn manners!! Now get up and get in the damn shower. You ruined my pristine bathroom!" I complain, putting the last of the materials away before walking to the door.

"Wait, I- I can't get up." I turn around and look at him incredulously as he utters his next few words, "will you... shower me?"

My eyes just about pop out of their sockets at his request. "Are you insane?! I'm not your mother, nor your wife! Call your pudding haired friend and tell him to come shower you!"

He shakes his head, a rare pleading look taking the place of his usual arrogant smirk, "Kenma's too lazy to shower himself, Y/n, please!"

I contemplated it for a moment. Sure, I've seen him naked before, accidentally of course, and so what if I have to scrub him clean. God knows he can't do it himself with that damn injury.

Fuck this shit.

"Fine, get up right now." I bark at him, leaving to change out of my blood soaked pjs into a pair of shorts and a tank.

"...I just said I can't."

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"Ow, y/n, you're scrubbing too hard!" He complains, his exfoliating glove around my hand as I rub his toned back clean of any dead skin-cells and blood remains.

"But look how much stuff is coming off!" I say gleefully, enjoying this a little too much.

Kuroo, seated on the built-in bench in the open shower with his red boxers on, looks back to see the satisfaction dripping from my features.

"Are you secretly a sadist?" he whispers. In response, I begin to rinse off his raw back with hot water, causing him to screech like a cat.

"It burns, it burns-”

“Shut the fuck up, moron! It's 4 in the morning, you’re going to annoy our neighbours. I tried very hard to get in their good graces, and Mrs. Suzuki still doesn’t like me! She definitely thinks I’m some kind of hooker…” Kuroo laughs at this, and I can’t help but watch as his whole face brightens up from his usual emotionless expression. I find myself smiling in response.

I grab his expensive shampoo and pour some into my hands, beginning to massage it into his scalp. With wet hair, his raven strands are for once flat on his head and reach down to his defined jawline. Kuroo groans under my touch, leaning into my fingers. I snatch my hands back and pour hot water over his head.

"ARGH! Y/N!" He screams, hastily getting up and wetting me in the process.

"Ah- what are you-" I don't get to finish my question as he grabs my arm and yanks me next to him under the hot water, soaking my clothes and my hair.

"You asshole!" I screech as I reach up to pull his hair in defiance, but he only grabs my arm and hooks it around his neck, leaning down to look directly into my eyes.

Our noses brushing against one another, he mutters, "You look pretty with your hair wet and your shirt see through."

It takes me a moment to get past the compliment and to hear the perverted comment that he just uttered.

He sees my look of confusion and laughs, bends over, clutches his stomach and laughs, before bellowing in pain because of his injury.

Smiling smugly down at him as he grimaces, I force him to sit back down and continue massaging the shampoo into his hair, warning him that if he so much as moaned I would leave him in here, dripping wet and in pain.

"That's what he said," is his reply.

I smack his head in response.

Notes, interactions and reblogs are highly appreciated <3

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tobeornottotc · 2 years

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I LOVED theory of love too !!!!! i was so confused as to why ppl disliked it i'd love to hear what you loved about it if you have time to answer

God analysing that show is chaos for me that requires essays upon essays I'll try for you though.

1. Khai, Khai Khai Khai... The best three dimensional flawed most hated character you will ever love. Khai isn't perfect but the way X and the writers bring him to life, a guy so afraid of love since he's spoilt and has things easy but also always feel alone due to his parents not always being around, and then also being frightened by the idea of being hurt by love like the girls who hurt him or use him each time he tries to be open to that, so he just stays a player. The only people he doesn't want to fall in love with are people he views as friends because he believes love equals pain and loss, and angst, and he can't cope. His character growth is everything, the way he has to learn a hard lesson of how awful he is, and Third doesn't make it easy for him, he has to learn so much give so much and be hurt so much for him to become who he is at the end. And he has a personality, he has passions like film making. God I love him so much. I love them so much.

2. Thirds self discovery and empowerment, the way he had to learn to love himself first before he could be with Khai properly, the way although it hurt to see how much he loved Khai be unrequited he had to deal with that pain, and grow and forgive him, because he was his person from the start. The way he also had a personality, not the nicest but also the most loyal and endearing to the people he cared about

3. UnTwo what should be a plot twist, not part of the book but added in the show, they made them beautifully written, they added red herrings and plot twists and made us think for a second that he would be with Milk his firstlove but the plot twist was that Un had loved him all along for three years! How do you even beat that side couple? In a BL, where straight side couples are always forced. like TOL is the only show where a straight side couple is ruined for good lessons about love and growth for Bone's character, and Two realising how much he loved Un, how much Un was his person what they did for each other, how they worked with each other, the fact they also had personalities apart from the love story?? It's incredible

4. The structure, meta, foreshadowing devices used in Theory of love. The symbolisms of the mug and the necklace, the mug Being Thirds trust in Khai, and the necklace being his hope in their relationship being endgame, like the way they did that, the way they used many movies to foreshadow and shadow the characters, the way they talked about it. Their little movie review videos and how its how Khai knew of third feelings. The structure, the cyclical writing making the list for 10 reasons why Third hate Khai be how Khai wins him back when he tackles all of them and learn about love. The magnificent writing to do with that?? The directing, the music, the skinship??? Like I don't think people understand how 10/10 this show was, how emotionally incredible this show was, best writing in GMMTV, best directing, best music, best ending. I can't if i keep talkiing about this show it would make me mourn Not me because I really believed Not me was going to be better than TOL for me and today just ruined that.

Thanks anon talking about it did cheer me up and distract me from not me for a bit

#not me the series #theory of love #bl series #thai bl #bl drama #not me #offgun #asianlgbtqdramas

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1a-imagines · 4 years

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˗ˏˋ Show off ˎˊ˗

Characters: izuku midoriya

Overview: when he see how impressed you are with his stength, he cant help but show off more of his abilities. Its a shame he didn't realise what effect he was having on you.

Warnings: s m u t, begging, hair pulling. Its pretty vanilla.

A/n: This is my first time posting smut so please be gentle on my soul.

This ones for my hornee friends. You know who you are. :>

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"This is so exciting!" You happily bounced on the balls of your feet as you bubbled over with joy. Your boyfriend laughed at your reaction, he hadn't seen you this excited in so long, it made his heart melt, You're so adorable. If he didn't have so many boxes to move into your newly bought, shared home he'd love to pepper some kisses over your face.

"I know, I'm excited too. Even with all the heavy lifting we have to do today." He chuckled as he reached over to grab another box.

"Oh! Let me help you!" You moved towards him but he shook his head. "No it's ok honey, I got it but can you get the doors for me? He asked as he reached for yet another box. You would be lying if you said you weren't impressed, he was picking up those heavy boxes like they were nothing! You knew he was strong from his line of work, not to mention it showed in his muscles, yet it never failed to make you gush. You'd be seeing a lot more of it now you two will be moving in together.

You rushed over to hold the front door open for him, and as he passed you your jaw dropped. He was casually carrying 6 of the heaviest boxes you had packed like they were a couple of pillows. He placed them down and turned to find you staring with your jaw dropped open.

"What?" He suppressed a laugh at your expression, though he was genuinely confused as to why you were gawking at him.

"Y-you're really strong!" You squeaked. Izuku blink, taking a second to process before letting out a laugh. You had been dating for years and you had seen him working out more than once, yet it still seemed to impress you to no end. "Of course I am!! I am a hero after all."

You blushed, shyly rubbing your arm. You'd probably never get over how strong he was. You weren't a hero yourself, you weren't necessarily strong either, so of course it was bound to impress you! "I-I know but it's still impressive! I guess I just forget how strong you are sometimes."

Usually you were the one teasing him but this time you were the one left with a red face.

Sometimes you forgot how strong he was since he has such a cute face, even though he was much older now, he was no longer a school boy, but his cheeks were still a bit on the plump side, that mixed with his freckles- It was adorable! Somehow he pulled it off so well that they looked so soft and kissable yet he still had a defined jawline and it all went together so well. He was just so handsome-

"Honey? You're staring."

You froze up.

You wanted to hit your head against the door, it was so embarrassing! You've been caught ogling him again and you could see he was enjoying it from the smile on his face alone.

"Come on, let's get the rest of those boxes there'll be plenty of time to stare later." He passed you again, you couldn't believe he was teasing you about this!

You trudged behind him with a red face, making a mental note to get back at him later for this.

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The night after you two had officially moved in was spent on the couch, your eyes barely open as you slowly fell asleep. You had spent the whole day unpacking and organising everything and it was safe to say that you were exhausted. Izuku seemed completely fine, despite doing most of the heavy work, then again, he had probably dealt with much more physically demanding days with his line of work.

Seeing him moving furniture around on his own, lifting heavy objects that would take the work of 3 people had really been a treat for you, though he caught you staring at him every single time and you could swear he was becoming smug about it.

You tried your best to focus on the movie but the dull lights from the TV screen combined with warmth from your boyfriend made it the perfect atmosphere to fall asleep in. You yawned as your eyes fell close and you felt izuku's hand rub up your side. "I think it's time for bed." He whispered as he looked down at you barely holding onto consciousness.

You really didn't want to have to move but falling asleep on the couch would be uncomfortable. You nodded and forced your body to push yourself up only to feel a hand go under your legs and another behind you back. You were lifted up.

Your eyes peaked open slightly, you were cradled against Izuku's chest, he was carrying you to bed. "Strong.." You muttered which earned a small laugh from your boyfriend. "I don't know how heavy you think you are but this of all things shouldn't be so impressive to you."

"I really weigh nothing to you huh?"

"Well, I can usually carry about 5-6 people in one go when rescuing. So no, you don't." He replied and even in your sleepy state you could hear the prideful tone in his voice as he spoke. If you weren't so sleepy right now you might have teased him for that. It almost sounded like he was trying to show off a little.. which was strangely out of character for him, and yet it was working on you.

You couldn't help but admire his strength, then again you admired a lot about him. He made you feel so lucky, lucky to be in love with someone so amazing and to have him love you back. It felt too good to be true.

He gently placed you onto the bed and pulled the covers up over you. Your face twisted into a frown at his missing warmth but he quickly crawled in next to you and encased you into his arms.

In your sleep induced state you didn't realise the way your hands were wandering around his muscles as you drifted off, leaving your boyfriend red faced.

It felt- nice… like you were admiring and almost worshiping him. He wasn't egotistical and he never thought to show off how strong he was to others, but when it was you? It felt so good.

He could feel himself slowly becoming addicted to how you reacted to his strength alone. The way you looked at him like he was the most amazing person in the world to you. He was ashamed to admit he wanted more, more of you giving him that look, more of seeing your red face when you got caught.

He looked down at your sleeping face, your hand still placed on his tone stomach, he smiled, butterflies filling his chest.

Maybe he should start showing off to you more often.

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You were currently sitting on the couch with your laptop resting on your legs. You were catching up on some work as your boyfriend went around cleaning your newly shared home. You had offered to help him several times but he kept insisting it was fine and you should focus on your work.

Even when you lived together he played up to the gentleman role. It had only been a week and whenever he wasn't at work he was insisting on cooking and cleaning for you, though you mostly took care of those when he was on the job since your line of work was much less demanding than his.

You glanced up from the screen to see your boyfriend bent over, his plump ass in the air as he vacuumed under the tv stand. You pressed your lips together as you shamelessly started, why did he always have to wear shorts? They cupped him so well. He probably wasn't even aware of it either.

Something about living together now had helped you to notice anytime he'd bend over or wear something that would show off his muscles more often. You had tried not to be too much of a perv but- well it was kind of hard to control when you were constantly around your extremely good looking boyfriend.

You made sure to quickly avert your eyes once he stood back up so as to not be caught. You couldn't afford to keep going red faced around him, it was too embarrassing.

You played innocent as you focused on your work but you still had a smirk on your face from seeing the lovely sight. Luckily Izuku was too busy with cleaning to notice.

As he made his way around the room and got closer to you, you looked up and got ready to stand. "Oh, need me to move?" You asked as you assumed he'd want to get under the couch too. "No you're good!" He grinned in return.

"Wh- AAH!" You clutched onto the arm rest as he lifted up the couch with one arm. You didn't know what it was but a sudden fire lit in the pit of your stomach. Seeing him so effortlessly lift the couch, with you still on it. Was more than you could handle.

"So strong..." Like your stomach, your face began heating up and you failed to see the grin on Izuku's face at your words. He placed you and the couch back down and took a few seconds to admire the look on your face. It was so cute, it made him feel prideful that his girlfriend was gushing over him so much.

He felt almost guilty for doing this on purpose, for trying to show off to you.

"Are you ok, princess?" He asked with a tilt of his head. You looked up at him with a look of awe and admiration, it's not like he wasn't used to this from his fans. It always felt so nice to know people admired him, but when it was you who was admiring him, something about it felt so much better!

You reached over and tugged at his hand. "Yeah! I just want some cuddles." It wasn't a lie, seeing him do something so amazing like it was nothing made you want to admire him even more. "I still have cleaning-"

"Can you do it later?" You whipped out the puppy eyes and he gave in almost immediately.

"You know, I can't say no to that face." He sat down next to you and without a second to waste you were in his lap cuddling up to him. Your laptop and work were forgotten in an instant as you pressed sweet little kisses to his jaw and neck.

He did not expect his showing off to have this effect on you. He had been showing off in front of you any chance he got but this reaction was still surprising.

Were you pent up? It sure felt that way by how you were sloppily kissing his neck

Since you two hadn't been living together until recently you hadn't had the chance to see his strength in action except for on tv. But seeing it in person and seeing how casual it was for him to pick up such heavy objects or work out for hours and not break a sweat.

It was just too indulgent. How did you get so lucky?

You kept peppering kisses over his face which made him smile. He loved the attention, he wanted more of it too.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” you asked him.

“what do you mean?”

You pulled away from his jaw,your fingers tangled into his hair. You grabbed a fist full of his green locks and he knew what was going to happen. You pulled on his locks, his head tilting back as he let out a small breathy gasp. You knew it was one of his weaknesses. “Don't play coy with me hero~. I’m not dumb.”

"I-I just like the way you look at me." He admitted, his face flushing in embarrassment at the confession. It made you grin,

"Show off." He didn't dare deny your statement, he knew it was true.

You muttered before leaning down to his neck, you let your hot breath linger on his skin, but did not dare to place your lips there until you heard him let out a needy whine.

You could tell by the way his hands squeezed at your hips that he was getting impatient. You began to press light kisses on his skin, slowly making your way around to the crook of his neck. When you pressed a kiss to a certain area you felt him shiver and you knew this was the place to give him a nice bite. You didn't bite him too hard, just enough to leave a mark.

In return he pulled your hips forward to meet his own. The sheer force of it alone told you he was begging for more. "Please, don't tease me."

"You mean like how you've been teasing me all this time?" You heard him gulp. "Count this as revenge." You licked a strip up to his ear so you could whisper to him. "But I also want to worship you, that's what you were after right? Well you win, honey." You felt him shiver beneath you and you knew he was putty in your hands.

His fingers dug into your hips, forcing your shirt up a bit. You moved down to his neck and began to attack that sweet spot you were all too familiar with. Sucking, licking and biting, yet never being too rough about it. You were here to worship his body, not hurt him. You didn't even have to rock your hips as his hands began to guide your hips for you. It was a sign of desperation as he pulled you to grind against his growing bulge. You could feel him throbbing beneath you as his hips buckled, you didn't bother to stop him. It felt so good.

"Aah.. Kiss.." he muttered breathlessly, you moved up to face him, your nose brushing against his skin. You stared down at him with half lidded eyes. "Making demands now huh?" You questioned and he shook his head. "Please?" He added. What a good boy.

Your hands grabbed at his hair and pulled his head towards you, Your lips meeting in desperation, he whined and moaned as your hips grinded against his hard, throbbing cock. He melted into the couch, his breathy moans mixed with yours as he sloppily made out with you, saliva dribbling down your chin. His hands desperately ran around your body, desperate to feel your bare skin, they grabbed at whatever they could, groping your thighs and ass before roaming up to your shirt.

His hands fumbled to take your shirt off but you grabbed his hands before he could and pulled them away. "I don't think so. Not yet."

You hooked your finger under his shirt and he knew what you were telling him to do. He obediently pulled it off and your eyes scanned over him, he could see the love you held for him in them. The way they practically worshiped all his muscles. He loved it.

Your hands ran down his chest to the hem of his shorts. "God, you're so handsome."

You saw his lips curl up as he rested his head on the back on the couch, his chest rising and falling to the beat of his erratic heart, you pressed kisses to his nipples, your padded tongue poked out to lick them, he whimpered, shivering under you.

"You're being such a good boy today. I think you deserve more." You ran your hand through his hair, giving him one last kiss as you yanked his shorts down, his cock sprung out, already slick with precum.

"You're not even wearing underwear?" He really had been trying to catch your attention today. You smirked.

You hopped off his lap and pulled his shorts all the way off so you could open his legs and situate yourself between them. His hands were already on your shoulders in anticipation. He was so needy and he didn't even have to say it, his actions said it all. You smiled at the way precum had already dribbled down the head.

You grabbed the base with your hand and used the pad of your tongue to lap it up, earning some a moan in return. The salty taste hit your tongue and you swallowed it. His hands squeezed your shoulders as your hot breath hit his exposed skin.

Izuku brushed hair from your face so it wouldn't be in your way, he was always so thoughtful, even now.

You tauntingly took the head into your mouth, making sure to look up at him through your lashes so you could see his reaction. His eyes had already slipped close in bliss, his eyebrows scrunched together. You could feel his hips twitch beneath you. You hummed against him, sending vibrations down his length, more greedy whines slipped from his lip and his grip on your tightened.He was always so sensitive, but you liked that about him.

You began moving your head up and down his shaft, slowly, his hands wove into your hair. It didn't take long for him to start grinding his hips up into your mouth. He couldn't help it, he was desperate for more. You didn't stop him, how could you when he was making such beautiful noises. His face scrunched up as those desperate whines and whimpers got louder.

"A-ah fuck. Faster princess, please go faster!" He begged and you quickened your pace, your padded tongue rubbing him in all the right spots as your hand worked the places your mouth couldn't reach. Saliva dripped from your mouth as you hollow your cheeks. He tried not to thrust up too hard into your mouth but the pleasure was just too much. He heard you gag as the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat and was about to apologise until he heard you moaned again.

"Princess, ah~ i'm going to cum. Mmh~" he pleaded and you pulled back, your hand pumping his slick cock, as more precum began to dribble out of the head.

You replied, "Don't worry baby, go ahead. Cum for me." You reassured him, taking the time to admire the way his lips parted as his hips thrusted up into your hand. His thighs tensed up, toe curling by your knees as he panted, desperately moaning out your name. You could see he was close.

You hand quicked, your thumb teasing his head as the other hand fondled his balls. You pressed kisses to his thigh, licking and nipping at his skin.

"Cum for me hero~" you whispered, his toes curling as he released a loud, drawn out moan. His large palms held onto your shoulders for dear life as his back arched, his toes digging into the floor as he cried out. His hot cum spilled over your chest.

"..ah...baby," he panted. "Did i make a mess again?" He asked, his eyes closed as he came down from his high. You hopped back up onto his lap. Even just having him pressed against you made your heat rise. his cock was still throbbing from the pleasure.

"Why don't you take a look?" You pulled the arm that was covering his eyes away and his lips parted at the sight of your chest covered in his cum.

"We're not done just yet." You rocked your hips forward and he gasped, his sensitivity was doubled since he had just orgasmed.

You slowly began to strip in front of him, not missing the way his big eyes greedily took you in, but you could still see the admiration in them. when your breasts spring free from your bra his lips immediately attached to them. As if he had been waiting to taste them all this time.

You slowly began to rock your pussy against his cock. All the way up, and back down. You felt your wetness smearing all over him and it drove him wild. "o-oh angel~ mmh~" he moaned, feeling your slickness rubbing all over his cock turned him on even more.

He was getting hard again.

You felt Izuku slip down between your legs as you knelt over him. You raised an eyebrow as he pulled your knees to rest by his head. “what are you doing? this is supposed to be about you.”

“Well I want to hear you cry out too.” he smiled up at you and you felt his tongue lick all the way up your clit. You hummed, your hand going back to his hair to pet him. He kisses the folds of your clit, lapping up all your juices, he moans at the taste before moving down, his tongue prodding at your hole, his nose buried between your walls as he pushed his wet muscle inside of you.

You moaned, lowering yourself onto his face more so his tongue could sink deeper into you. You could hear Izuku's muffled moaning between wet, sloppy noises. He exhaled through his nose as his tongue thrusted into you. His hands moved up from your thighs and massaged your ass cheeks, you felt him pushing you close to him, edging you to fuck his face.

You began to grind your hips down, moaning louder as his tongue swirled around you. “ah- fuck. izu~” he exhaled, hearing you cry out his name spurred him on even more. His kisses got sloppier, his tongue moved faster, writhing inside of you, one of his hands moved around to your clit, his thumb vigorously rubbing at your folds. He wanted you to cum onto his tongue, to taste all of you.

Your thighs clenched around his head and your hand pulling at his hair. He whimpered under you as you grinded against his lips, he found it hard to breath, being smothered between the folds of your wet pussy, but somehow the lack of air only made it more pleasurable. His head was spinning and, absentmindedly, one hand left your body so he could start to rub at his cock, slowly pumping his hand up and down his length at the sounds of your slutty moans. Your hips moved faster, but when you felt yourself getting close to cumming, so you pulled him off.

He had a mix of saliva and precum all around his lips and cheeks, his hair was messier than usual. His eyes were half lidded from pleasure, his hand still rubbing himself. He was a beautiful, sloppy, mess.

You heard him gasping for breath, “wh-what are you doing, I want you to-”

“Shh, don't worry baby, i’m going to take it from here.”

He sat back up and you hovered over his cock, the tip rubbed against your slick hole, you could feel he was leaking precum again. you gave him a few firm strokes before looking down at him with a smirk. He knew what you wanted, you wanted him to beg for it. Beg to fill you up. So like the obedient puppy he was, he gave into you. "P-please princess! I need you, please- i want you to ride me until I cum inside you. Don't make me wait any longer. Please- aah!!."

You sat down on him before he could finish, letting out a sigh of pleasure as izuku threw his head back. "You fill me up so well don't you baby?" You brushed back hair from his flushed, scrunched up face. He nodded obediently, unable to speak as he panted and whimpered at the feeling of his cock buried deep in your hot walls, taking him all in one go. His hands massaged your breasts as he pressed kisses to skin.

Your hands went to the back of the couch to give yourself some leverage as you lifted yourself back up until only the tip was left in. You watched his face contort into one of impatience. He whined, desperate to have you slam down on him. His hands went to your hips, and slowly pulled you back down.

You began your steady pace, rocking your hips up and down. The sound of wet, slapping skin echoed through your new home. Izuku squirmed under you, his hands digging into your hips as he slowly helped you up and down. His hips thrusted up. burying his cock deeper inside of you and you let out a gasp, your back arching.

You picked up the pace, slamming down on him harder, which in turn made izuku moan louder. You felt the fire in the pit of your stomach building up. You were right above his face so you were able to see all the expression of pleasure he was pulling. He even puckered his lips a few times as a way of asking for kisses, to which you gave him every time. His moans muffled against your mouth as his tongue desperately tried to taste you.

"Y/n- mnh- f-faster please! I need to cum. I want to cum so badly." He whined when he pulled back from the kiss, you felt his cock twitch from deep inside you as it abused that same spot over and over again. You watched as his tongue rolled out of his mouth, he was panting and whining greedily. You lifted one of your legs up and placed your foot on the couch beside him. Changing the position so you could pick up the pace.

Your thrusts got harder, faster, leaving your boyfriend and squirming, moaning mess under you. He begged for more for you to go faster. He wanted to fill you full of his cum.

You saw his hand come up to yours, slipping underneath so he could hold it, he needed to hold onto you as the intense heat kept building up. He knew he was going to come undone soon.

As you quickened your pace you could see him losing it more and more. "Fuck- ah. Izu~ right there." you moaned, squeezing his hand as your walls tensed up around him.

His cock was hitting all the right places. Sweat began to build up on your skin, your breasts bouncing with each thrust of your hips. His back arched and you knew he was getting close too. You could feel his thighs twitching and he buried his face into your neck.

"I love you so much. So so much." He could barely speak through his moans. His other hand grabbed onto your thigh as you rode him as fast as your hips could manage.

You watched as his head rolled back, his eyes wide as his fingers dug into your hips. He clenched his teeth tightly as a wave of pleasure washed over him.

He held you close as you orgasmed together. You rode him through the orgasm, moaning loudly as your legs shook at the intense amount of pleasure.

Hot ropes of cum spilled out inside of you, filling you up and once you came to a stop you pulled off of him, his seed spilling out of you and dripping down your thighs onto his stomach.

You collapsed onto his chest. He sweetly rubbed your hips, light traces from his fingertips trailed across his skin as you cuddled on the couch. His hands gently brushing through your now messy hair like you were the most delicate person in the world. You stayed that way for a while, pressing gentle kisses to each other's bare skin, holding each other close.

"We should really get cleaned up now." He said and you hummed in reply yet made no movement to get off him.

He playfully smiled at your lack of movements and with one swoop he pulled you into his arms and picked you up. Carrying you bridal style to the bathroom.

"What are you doing?"

He met your eyes, leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

"It's your turn now."

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takasgf · 2 years

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small piece of writing🎖💗🎠

I dont usually write, so i hope that this isnt terrible! I wanted to write something cute. Please excuse any mistakes O_o I'm trying my best!!

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All they could hear was the sound of their shoes hitting the sand in a regular rhythm, as the waves of the sea were going back and forth, gently washing their footprints off the shore. Unlike the sunny skies that once revealed the seashells' bright sparkle, right now a dark blue cloud projected its shadow onto the ground.

Frogeru and Kiyotaka were going on a walk along the beach. Despite the unusual weather, Frog insisted on them paying a quick visit to their favourite place. They were holding hands tightly and she was carrying a colorful crocheted bag over her shoulder.

- Frogeru, are you cold? There's more wind than I have anticipated. May I lend you my jacket?

- It's just some wind, man. If you're going to give me that, wouldn't YOU be cold then? I'm fine. I enjoy the wind!

Frog let go of Kiyotaka's hand and started to spin around, doing a few jumps up in the air, while exclaiming happily.

- I believe you! Still, I'm unable to understand why are we here right now, exactly. Were you that excited to see the ocean again that we couldn't have waited for a better, sunnier day?

- I suppose you can also say that... I wanted to give something to you!

She took a floral sheet out of her bag and laid it softly on the ground. As they sat down, she placed a bag of pretzels and two bottles of water on the sheet. For a few seconds, they stared at eachother without saying anything. The wind kept blowing strands of Frogeru's hair into her direction. Kiyotaka tried his best to keep his girlfriend's hair out of her face, but his inevitable failure only made her laugh at the situation. They both looked incredibly silly.

- Well, this is quite difficult..! he opened a bottle of water and took a sip. How can you enjoy this type of weather?!

- It's not that bad! It doesn't bother me at all.

Frog's smile shined brightly, as the wind continued to lightly move strands of her hair. Taka took Frogeru's hand once again and held it against his cheek. She couldn't help but giggle at her boyfriend's sweet gesture. No matter the location or state of weather, they always found ways to enjoy the time spent together.

- I love you, dude! Thanks for accepting to come here with me.

- There's absolutely no problem, my dear Froggy. Haha, I love you more!

- "I love you! No, I love you more! No!! I love you more! No!!!" was funny the first time, but don't you think it's kind of an overused trope in media? You know, it seems that the unusually expressive affection some couples have for eachother is easily the target for these kind of jokes during mainstream television shows and movies...

- I.. uh..!

- HA! Got tricked again! I love YOU more! Ehehehe! Frogeru waved her hands in a goofy motion, as a way of celebrating a new, tiny prank.

- Oh! I should've noticed your change in tone earlier and realised you weren't being serious... Hahaha! You always know how to trick me. No, I love YOU more!

Kiyotaka got closer to Frogeru and gave her a warm hug. The girl reached for her bag and took out a small, heart shaped box. Without saying a word, she opened the box and revealed a shiny, small ring inside of it. Her sweet smile warmed up Kiyotaka's heart.

- Woah! A gift! And what a gift! Dear, this is so wonderful... You spent all this money on jewelry for me.. I can't believe it! Your generosity is out of this world.

Taka kissed Frogeru softly on the cheek and continued to thank her for the gift, while she was trying her best not to laugh.

- Do you like it? Does it look nice on your hand? Frogeru had the widest grin on her face, patiently waiting for the moment of realisation.

- I love it! I wouldn't consider myself a "jewelry person", but this ring is quite beautiful! Are these gold inscriptions of my initials..? How much have you spent on this?!

- Don't worry about it, angel. You deserve the most special of things. I would gift you the entire moon, the sun and the stars, if I could. I love you more than anything in this world and I want us to be together for as long as possible. You mean everything to me, you know? Frogeru held both of Kiyotaka's hands and looked at him, as her eyes sparkled - a few tiny tears rolled off her face.

- A-Ah! You are everything to me as well! I can't even imagine who would I be now if it wasn't for you... I want to be with you for as long as I'm alive. I absolutely can't see myself living without you! I... Taka remembered the ring on his finger. He looked at it very closely, inspecting each and every centimeter of material. He felt the same thing he felt when he realised he loved Frogeru - the butterflies in his stomach began their coordinated flight once again. ...Dear?? Is this.. IS THIS A PROPOSAL ??!

Frogeru started laughing loudly. Her tears were still flowing, but that didn't seem to stop her excitement.

- Took you long enough, dummy! Hehe, you should have seen your face! I totally expected this, but the consistency of your reactions is always a surprise. So! What do you say? Frog put her arms on her hips, proudly.

- ... F-Frogeru.. he couldn't stop his tears. He hugged his girlfriend tightly and didn't let go for a few moments. He couldn't say anything else - he only shook his head as a way of expressing his "YES!"

- Haha... You're too adorable, dude... she gave him a pat on the head and kissed his forehead.

They held eachother closely and looked at the ocean. The wind had finally stopped blowing. Frogeru opened the bag of pretzels and put one in Taka's mouth.

- I hope they're not too salty for your taste. I used to eat a lot of those when I was younger. My cousin sent them to me, he somehow found a bag in an small store in his town. Didn't know they still sell them...

Kiyotaka's eyes softened everytime he heard his beloved talk. The pretzels were good, but the comfort of his girlfriend being part of his life was more important in that moment. They were going to be together, forever. That thought made him more happy than he could ever express with his words.

- I love you, Froggy...

♡

Ayy, thanks for reading :> It was fun! Oh yeah, i wanted to write this because im planning their wedding this summer! Nothing too special, I'll just post some drawings, but I wanted them to propose first. I hope it wasnt too bad LOL

#ishigeru #humanities.txt

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0606-hyuck · 3 years

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BOYFRIEND!YANGYANG

includes:

♡ before the relationship

♡ becoming comfortable/humour

♡ relationships with other members

♡ jealousy/pda/flirting

♡ disagreements

♡ dates/texting/social media

♡ languages/"i love you"

masterlist

enjoy!

wc: 2.4k (i may have gone a bit overboard with this, you can tell yangyang is my bias lol)

♡ before the relationship ♡

imagine a best friends to lovers concept with yangyang 🥺

you'd been close friends with him since high school

and you spent the majority of your time with him

tbh you were bound to fall for each other

you'd watched yangyang grow from a cringey little thirteen year old into the yangyang we all know and love today

likewise, yangyang had a crush on you for yearssss

but he was always too scared to tell you how he felt because he didn't want to ruin the friendship

it would take lots and lots of convincing from the wayv members to actually tell you how he feels

he's so nervous before he tells you that he chickens out

and when ten and kun find out he didn't tell you they literally scream at yangyang

"JUST TELL THEM HOW YOU FEEL MAN"

finally, FINALLY yangyang just spits it out and tells you he likes you

you don't even hear what he says at first because he's speaking way too fast and mumbling at the same time

and he refuses to say it again

but when you finally realise what he said you laugh

because you've had a crush on him for ages too!

and yangyang is really shocked

and annoyed that he spent so much time worrying about your response when you actually felt the same way

lowkey annoyed that you didn't tell him first but it's okay, he gets over it quickly when you decide to become a couple

♡ becoming comfortable/humour♡

i think the way yangyang acts around you would change after you start dating

because he's never had a serious relationship before and the kid doesn't really know how to act

so he's really nervous and lowkey awkward at first

like "since we're dating we hold hands now?"

"i want to but what if my hands are sweaty or y/n doesn't want to"

and you're like "just hold my hand, dummy"

eventually he gets used to being affectionate towards you

and when he does, he's so adorable!

lots and lots of cuddles

yangyang is kind of clingy with you

imagine him pestering you to give him attention while you're trying to work lol

laying his head on your shoulder and tickling you to distract you

once he fully reprises his role as your boyfriend, he turns into the loud, teasing yangyang we all know and love

you know he's totally comfortable with you when he walks into your house singing at the top of his lungs, not caring who is home with you

i love yangyang but he totally gives off dumb bitch energy

like it's so endearing but he can be so so stupid sometimes

even he's said that he doesn't think before speaking most of the time

so half the conversations you guys have are very weird and/or questionable

but very entertaining and make you love him even more

an example would be when he likes to talk about the future he's imagined with you

like he's talking about the type of wedding he wants with you and what he wants to name your kids (eleven because they're gonna be better than ten lol)

and you've never really thought that far ahead in the future

but it's really cute that he's imagined a future with you

and it just makes you love him even more

yangyang has pretty good banter with you

he likes to joke around with you and tease!! the!! shit!! out!! of!! you!!

"i found a picture of you when you were ten years old! you look like you're wearing a potato sack!"

"i can't believe i'm dating someone with no style"

"yangyang i was ten"

"clearly nothing has changed"

"no don't hit me i'm kidding!"

but it's all in good fun

i really like yangyang's humour and find it super funny when he teases the older members of wayv

and just because you're dating him, don't expect him to go easy on you lol

i feel like yangyang needs a lot of love

so you better be having lots and lots of cuddle sessions with him

ones where he's the big spoon are always nice because he feels like he is protecting you

but occasionally he will let you be the big spoon

not very often though because he gets babied enough as it is by ten and kun

imagine watching a movie with yangyang while you're curled up under a blanket in his arms

and he's making quiet comments about the movie

and you have to tell him to stop commenting on every single thing but it's secretly making you really sleepy

and you can feel his heart racing through his sweater omg

♡ relationship with other members ♡

wayv were so happy when you and yangyang finally got together

they always had a feeling you'd end up dating

because you'd been close friends for so long and they could always see it happening, you know?

they are kind of devastated because it means their son is growing up :'(

and ten likes to remind yangyang that even though he's in a relationship he will always be ten's baby

wayv are scared of you and yangyang when you're together though

because you feed off of each others humour really well

so wayv know they're in for massive roasting sessions every time you come over to the dorm

because you ignite this spark in yangyang that makes him want to tease his geges mercilessly, even more than usual

but it's okay because in a rare show of solidarity they can all band together to tease you

so it's literally you and yangyang versus kun, ten, winwin, lucas, xiaojun, and hendery

but in the end wayv really like you and love how well you treat yangyang

they're not worried about him because they know you'll be a positive and supportive part of his life

♡ jealousy/pda/flirting ♡

i think, simply because yangyang is young and hasn't had relationships before, he would get jealous quite easily

he's not possessive per se, but he would prefer that you pay attention to him rather than someone else

even when you're paying too much attention to one of the other members of wayv he starts to feel jealous

and he feels really guilty because he knows you're just being friendly

but he can't help feeling left out

so while you're talking to the other member he'll come over and wrap you in a silent hug or something

just to remind you that he's your boyfriend and he deserves your attention too

if a random person was flirting with you, i think he would just watch on silently

like he would be getting more annoyed as seconds passed, but he also wouldn't do anything to put a stop to it

he'd want to see how you dealt with it yourself

and if you were acting as what he perceives to be a little too friendly he'd probably give you the silent treatment for awhile

but it wouldn't last long because he struggles to not pay you attention

because he really likes you hehe ;)

yangyang's not very keen on pda

he prefers to steal sneaky kisses when nobody's looking

like if you're watching a movie at wayv's dorm he'll kiss you when he thinks the others are distracted

for him it's the excitement of knowing someone could see you being all cute together

and knowing the others could tease him about it if they saw

but seeing how far he can take it before they realise you're basically making out on the couch lol

i also think yangyang is part of the wayv shameless flirter line along with hendery, ten, and lucas

but he's more lowkey about it

he says some really cheesy line and has a shit eating grin on his face

and then a second later he's like "ew why did i say that, that's so cringey omg"

he's not super romantic sorry guys

so in that sense he doesn't flirt often

but when he does it's really bad lol

but your favourite thing to do is flirt with yangyang

because he gets all shy and doesn't know what to say

and he tries to respond but ends up burying his quickly reddening face in his hands

it's even funnier when you do it in front of the rest of wayv

can you imagine a blushing, embarrassed yangyang trying not to show the rest of his members how affected by your flirting he is?

they would eat that shit up

since yangyang is usually so cocky and the one teasing them, they love to tease him when he's all shy and blushing

wayv literally cheer you when you flirt with yangyang in front of them LOL

"YEAH GET IT YANGYANG!!!"

LMAOOO

♡ disagreements? ♡

i think you and yangyang would have small disagreements fairly often

just because he's kind of stubborn?

it would never lead to an argument or anything serious

just irks you a bit

the only think you've really had an argument about is one time when you felt he was being too immature

you'd said something like "i feel like i'm dating a child, can you act serious for a single second?"

and it's lowkey a pet peeve of yangyang's to be compared to a child because it's a little emasculating for him

so you really hurt his feelings by saying you felt like you were dating a child

because that's just his personality, he's not trying to act immature, but he's so used to being the maknae of wayv that that's just him

and so you didn't talk for a few days

but eventually you realised you'd been insensitive and apologised

yangyang accepted your apology and you've made sure to love him for how he is rather than point out things you don't like

and let's be honest, there's nothing more fun that spending an afternoon fooling around with yangyang, forgetting all your responsibilities and stresses

♡ dates/texting/social media ♡

sorry everyone but i think yangyang is kind of lazy when it comes to dates

like i said before he's definitely not the most romantic member (not when kun and xiaojun are in the same group lol)

so he prefers to spend time with you around the dorm

like having movie dates or he might take you to do something fun like go to a fair

or even takes you down to a court to play basketball lol

but you're just happy you get to spend time with your boyfriend

he used to put in a lot of effort

but one time he tried to cook you dinner despite not knowing how to cook and i'm not kidding when i say he nearly burned down the dorm

and since then kun banned him from cooking so yangyang sticks to more relaxed, low effort dates lol

because yangyang's a clingy boyfriend he misses you heaps when he goes away

so expect heaps of texts from him asking you how you're going

but also lots of random ones about things he's doing

literally a minute by minute rundown of his day, as it's happening

"omg ten accidentally put shampoo in his hair instead of gel"

"i switched the shampoo and gel around, don't tell him"

"okay somehow ten found out"

"he's attacking me now"

"this is child abuse, call cps"

"okay i survived"

also he doesn't really like calling, he prefers texting you

and he doesn't mind not hearing your voice because he's gonna see you in twenty minutes anyway

he doesn't send good morning/good night texts

instead he sends selfies

like, selfies every few hours

selfies of him, selfies with other members

also selfies with his pets bella, louis, and leon

you don't know why he sends them but you're not complaining at all because your boyfriend is very attractive and he knows it

around 40% of his instagram posts are you/selfies with you

don't get me wrong, yangyang loves you and thinks you're instagram-worthy

but manz is feeling himself over on his insta and would just naturally post more pictures of himself than you

when you go through his feed there's actually heaps of pictures with you

but they're surrounded by lots of himself so it makes it look like he doesn't post you

solely comments emojis like "🧍‍♂️🚗💨" "👩🤏🧑‍🦲" and "🕳👨‍🦽" on your selfies because that's his humour

he doesn't want to be that boyfriend that's like "😍😍" on every post

but will hype you up in private text messages like "WHO ALLOWED YOU TO LOOK THAT GOOD" "OMG"

♡ languages/"i love you" ♡

yangyang prefers to speak to you in english or chinese (mandarin)

he also wouldn't mind german

his german isn't perfect but he knows he needs to keep speaking it to retain the language

if you spoke another language, he'd put in effort to learn it but i don't think he'd get very far

so he'd just end up speaking to you in a mixed mess of english and chinese

yangyang likes to teach you things though

like basketball, video games etc

it boosts his ego and makes him feel all mushy that he's teaching his partner stuff

so i think he would rather help you learn english/mandarin/german rather than learn a language himself

(partly because he's lazy and partly because he speaks so many already)

i think yangyang would be the first one to say "i love you"

he's been wanting to say it for ages but he's too nervous

he knows you like him back but he worries that saying "i love you" might scare you off

even though he literally talks about your future kids #yangyanglogic

you were laying with him on his bed in the wayv dorm

and he was like "do you wanna know a secret"

thinking, "what sort of bullshit is yangyang gonna say now lol" you said sure

and he was like "i think i love you"

"you THINK?"

and yangyang panics and is like "no i do love you, i just didn't want to make the mood weird"

you just laugh at the absurdity of his statement and cuddle closer to him

"you're funny yangyang, i love you too"

AHHHHHHHH i'm gonna go cry myself to sleep because this is so cute

lol just kidding but seriously i love yangyang so much

can you imagine him being your boyfriend?

he's so inexperienced and feels like he's making heaps of mistakes but he's really cute

🥺 anyways

stan wayv please hoes

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softsebnbuckystan · 3 years

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Soul ties - Part 9 (Bucky Barnes au)

"If I lay here

If I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world ?"

"Can I come in?"

It was Bucky's voice – of course it was. You tried wiping your tears away before speaking. A part of you didn't care if he saw you crying, but you still hated when you couldn't hold back the tears.

"Yes." Your voice was husky from the crying and you weren't sure he'd heard you until he opened the door. You were still on your knee, unable to even look at him. Bucky seemed to understand talking wasn't really what you wanted at the moment. Instead, he kneeled next to you and unexpectedly wrapped his arms around your shaking body. You'd noticed how rare it was for him to touch people ; even tapping Steve's shoulder seemed to hardly ever occur to him. Your shaking stopped instantly as you gave into his embrace, leaning against his chest.

"He was about to call me a whore, wasn't he?"

Had it been Steve, he would've told you no in an effort to comfort you. But Bucky radiated blatant honesty when he talked to you, which you appreciated more than you would say.

"It doesn't mean he's right," he said.

"Maybe not. But that's still the word he wanted to call his wife. How did I even- fuck." You shook your head. "How did I ever fell for his tricks? I knew his friends were trash but...I thought he was the exception. I never thought he'd act like this with me."

"Act how? Rude?" Bucky asked, unsure about what you exactly meant.

"Yeah. The neglect has been going on for years, you know." You looked up at him and got out of his arms to sit properly. It didn't take him long to take a seat next to you, leaning his back against your bed. "I just put it all on his job." You grabbed Bucky's hand : you'd never needed to touch him as much as you did now. Something in the controlled way he breathed and the warmth of his skin helped you think straight and prevented you from spiralling.

"Is it the first time he insults you?"

"Openly? Yeah." You sighed. "He's been petty before but calling me names...never."

"I'm afraid to ask this, but I have to." He looked you in the eyes, searching for...what, exactly? "He was pretty violent when he grabbed your shirt. Was that the first time as well?"

The question made you look away once more. Inexplicable guilt flooded your body as you tried to think of some lie. You leaned your head back on the mattress and closed your eyes, opting for honesty.

"No."

You could almost hear Bucky's jaw clenching ; his other hand formed a fist, whereas the one holding yours remained gentle.

"He's never been violent intentionally," you quickly explained. "It's just... We've had our fights, alright? And when we start yelling at each other, I always tell him we both need to calm down but that doesn't suit me so he tries to stop me from leaving the apartment and...well. It goes from grabbing my arm a little too hard or just locking the door and hiding the keys. He even threw them out the window once."

Recalling those fights didn't help your tears stop rolling on your cheeks but damn, it felt good to actually say it to someone. Wanda never needed you tell her things : she could just read them when she felt like you were lying. With Bucky, it was different. You actually wanted to tell him what had happened.

"What did you do when he did those things to you?"

"Not much. It only made me angrier so I would sit on the couch or even in my room and stop talking to him until he opened the door."

"You do realise how that's...far from right, yeah?"

"I'm starting to." You shrugged. "This might be stupid but, seeing how everyone here treats me, how you treat me, it's making me realise Darren is not this perfect husband I imagined him to be. He was the easy way, you know? We met, we liked each other and he had a good situation and I could already see the white-fence family every American movie depicts. I just didn't know it would turn into a soap opera." You laughed bitterly at your own not-so-funny joke.

Bucky suddenly got up, keeping your hand in his to help you stand as well.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

"It's still your birthday and I don't want it to be ruined by that guy," he let out in one breath. "C'mon."

He took a right turn after your bedroom door, walking you further away from where the party was supposed to be. You didn't walk for long before he opened an other door, walking you into his own room.

"What's the plan, exactly?" you asked again, more than confused. "I thought you meant we'd go back to the others, and..."

"Damn, I didn't realise how this looks." He let out a nervous laugh and you mentally slapped yourself for going blank over how cute it was. "Nobody even asked you to a proper dance on your own birthday and I want to fix that, if you'll allow me."

He looked back at you through his eyelashes, looking all anxious about your answer.

"What music choice do we have?"

His face lit up and he went through a box of vinyls on the floor. "I only have old stuff, I'm sorry. I believe this should do it, though," he said as he picked out one of the pockets. "It's from 1956, but it actually came out first in the 30's. Most people know the most recent, so..."

"I didn't know you were a music nerd," you said with a smile. "How very cute of you."

He shrugged as he placed the disk on the record player. Piano notes started rising through the air and you recognised Louis Armstrong's voice.

"May I?" Bucky held out his hand and he waited for you to nod before grabbing yours, placing his left hand on your hip. Your instinct was to inch closer to him as you both started swinging slowly in the middle of his room. His blue eyes were sounding you out.

"This was indeed a wonderful idea," you whispered, not wanting to break the moment as Ella Fitzgerald started singing her own chorus of Cheek to cheek. Bucky beamed and you enjoyed the view, returning his smile before resting your head on his chest. His heartbeat became another rhythm to follow and be lulled to. "I can't explain how you make me feel and that scares me, Buck. And yet, it's the best feeling I've ever experienced." The use of his nickname did something to him : you felt his heart skip, causing you to smile discreetly. "Talking to you is ridiculously easy," you continued, "and I'm not that muck of a talker. Just ask Wanda."

He laughed softly and you tilted your head up as his chest shook from the movement.

"I know what you mean," he confided. "I don't feel all of the guilt I carry when I'm with you. It's refreshing. I don't feel like I'm being judged at every second."

"I couldn't possibly do that," you explained. "I know a little more about the things they made you do, now, and I'm more impressed at how you came out of this. You're still there whenever someone needs help, like when that fire alarm rang for no reason the other day. And when that thing went off in the lab, you took time to help me. How could anyone judge you negatively?" Your frowned. "Sorry, I interrupted you."

"It's fine," he assured you as the next song on the vinyl started playing (not that you were paying much attention to the music, even though Dream a little dream of me was an all time favourite of yours).

Your eyes scanned his face and when you noticed his own gaze lingering on your lips, you moved your hand from his shoulder to his neck. You were still slow dancing effortlessly, and you could feel his breath slightly picking up.

"I want to do something," you muttered. "But if you don't want me to, I won't feel bad if you stop me." The last thing you wanted was him to let you do anything out of pity ; you didn't think that was the type of thing he'd do, but there was no harm in making sure. Your fingers fiddled with the short hair on the back of his head and you extended your neck a bit. You felt Bucky's breath on your nose and lips as you got even closer to him, closer than you'd ever been until now.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked in a whisper. "Trust me, I do, but last thing I want-"

Those were the only words you needed. You pressed your lips against his and a whole firework show started in your belly. His hand on your hip pulled you into an even closer embrace as you kept playing with his air. When you broke the kiss and rested your forehead against his, you couldn't get rid of your smile. So it was true, what books said about butterflies.

--- I'm so happy to finally post this part!! This was definitely my favourite to write so far, even though it's a tie with the stars scene. :) I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it.

P.S. : the tag list is still growing and damn that makes me so happy!! Your support means everything.

P.S. 2 : I feel like this story will be wrapped soon. If you have any request/idea you'd like to see for a next one (short one shots or series), I will gladly hear it!

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hackedxy0x · 2 years

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My Top 10 Ships (tv shows/movies edition)

I'm a gigantic shipper. If ships were wine I'd be one of those fancy people who can tell you what year and make is it only by sniffing it. Obviously, I ship A LOT, so I decided to make a list dedicated only to my favorite ships in tv series (wasn't an easy pick either).

My tastes might be weird, inconsistent and all over the place, but I hope some of y'all could relate. Tell me if we have similar tastes.

10. Richie and Eddie (IT movies)

Ship name: Reddie

(I know IT is a book, but I haven't read it, so I decided to put Reddie in this top 10. )

When I first saw that this ship exists (back when the first movie came out), I was honestly really confused. I had no idea why people ship them. I know now, I really do. This ship is even (semi) canon in the second movie. Afterthe second movie I did a little fandom deep dive where I tried to find as much as I could about these two and while they're not canon in the books, there were a bunch of scenes that made me wonder "How?" Richie and Eddie are a comedic duo and best friends who have a habit of taking trough insults. I read so many fics about them that I'm not even sure what's canon and what isn't.

9. Villanelle and Eve (Killing Eve)

Ship name: Villaneve

Gotta love the ships that are all about that chase. These two have an high stakes obsession going, but at the end of the day, both of them just want someone to watch movies with. Eve has a secret twisted side (and a thing for sexy lady assassins) and Villanelle just wants to be understood. The best thing about them though is the fact that they are a chaotic, comedic duo who spend most of their time apart thinking about what the other person is doing.

8. Anne and Gilbert (Anne with an E)

Ship name: Shirbert

I wanted to put the gif of Anne smacking Gilber with a board so hard, but I didn't want people who don't know about the ship to be put off by that. Ship it, it's so sweet! A three season long slow burn goodness featuring one sided rivalry, two equally smart people and a lot of cuteness/misunderstandings. While Anne is more fiery, while Gilbert is more calm, but both of them are really smart and respect each other and are a really amazing team. Slow burn because it took Anne a while to realize that Gilbert is exactly what she was looking for

7. Glimmer and Bow (She Ra)

Ship name: Glimbow / Glow

While I adore both Catradora and Entrapdak, Glow takes the cake for me. The reason why this ship has me so obsessed is because of tue simple fact that I didn't see it coming and it still worked. I shipped it in season 1, but when I realised that most of the fandom didn't ship them, I realised that its not happening and started friend-shipping them. Their friendship was really well written and I loved their dynamic. I was really surprised when they ended up together (it took me a minute to process what was even going on), but when I looked back at it I am embarassed I didn't see it coming. My favorite thing about this ship is that they just kind of end up together. There's no drama or grand love gestures. These two already loved each other and this was just another step in their relationship.

6. Fleabag and The Priest (Fleabag)

Ship name: ???

I can't believe they managed to make me care about a ship so much in the span of 6 short episodes. These two are literal soulmates (and I don't just throw that around lightly). They had a similar sense of humor, they've both been through some tough stuff and they're able to see the them for the person that they actually are. Thinking about them makes me really sad because, if things have been different, they would've been so perfect for each other (is this a spoiler?).

5. Eddie and Venom (Venom)

Ship name: Symbrock

I am not sorry, I love this ship. Have you seen the movies, these two are amazing. Another great comedic duo on this list featuring "and they were roomates" but roomates who share a body. They are both losers who have a lot of flaws and are sort of annoying to everyone in their lives, but not to each other. Actually, yes to each other. They both annoy the heck out of each other, but ultimately they accept the other person, flaws and all. Neither of them will have to feel lonely ever again. Drop the "I" and embrace the "We".

4. Oswald and Edward (Gotham)

Ship name: Nygmobblepot

I love them. Did I mention that I love them? I'm still mad that they didn't make them canon. They had the whole dish prepared. All they had to do was serve it. Anyway, these two had stabbed each other in the back (both figuratively and literally) so many times and they still kept coming back for more. They went from close friends to mortal enemies to frenemies to friends again and it's been wild. They were both lonely weirdos nobody liked who accept each other no matter what. Combined with their opposite, hot and cold personalities and their mutual love for murder these two make a great combination.

3. Star and Marco (Star vs the Forces of Evil)

Ship name: Starco

Listen, if you've seen the show you know that the last season was a shipping hell. You know it, I know it, everybody knows it. And while I would change a lot of things, I had to put these two here. It was one of my very first shipping obsessions and they have a special place in my heart. These two cuties made me love them from the very first season. These two have a verrryyyyy slowburn relationship that goes from them being friends to best friends to ,finally, lovers. They have a great dynamic and they balance each other out (Star gets Marco to have fun and take risks and Marco helps Star be more mature and level-headed). These two also have that soulmate vibe that I love so much and are really perfect for each other. It took them a while to get together, but they did it.

2. Hannibal and Will (Hannibal)

Ship name: Hannigram

The original murder husbands. Honestly, I knew that this ship was popular when I started the show, but I wasn't sure why until season 2 which managed to destroy me completely. Hannibal is a classy psychopath and Will is an anxious mess and they still make it work. Will has a speacial type of darkness in him that attracts Hannibal and helps him see Will's potential, who he trully is. The obsession they have is beautifully twisted. Both of them are lonely and have a hard time connecting with other humans. They are both familiar with the concept of being the smartest person in the room which, combined with the darkness they both have inside of them, is why they can't connect. They both finally found someone who understands them and doesn't try to change them. In fact, they found the thing others find ugly weirdly beautiful (I feel like this is a common theme with my favorite ships).

1. Casey and Derek (Life with Derek)

Ship name: Dasey

Technically not canon, but it 100% is. Ask anyone. These two have so many tropes connected to them including, but not limited to, step-siblings, forbidden romance, opposites attract, enemies to lovers, rivals etc etc. Where do I begin with these two? Problems began when Casey's mom married Derek's dad and they've been piling up ever since. Casey and Derek can't stand each other, they are too different (and ironically similar). The best part of their relationship is the fact that even though they constantly point out the other person's flaws, they're also the only one's who can deal with those flaws. They're constantly looking out for each other and their chemistry is AMAZING! The tension! This show managed to accidentally create one of my favorite ships. Not to mention the amount of quality fanfics based on these two.

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ssson-of-sparda · 3 years

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A TRIP TO THE BEACH - PART 2 (DANTE X FEM!READER)

Summary: When Dante shows up, Patty finally learns how things ended between Y/N and him but that's not the kind of ending she likes. (Part 5 of A Tab To Erase) (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Tags: Dante is Tony Redgrave / Love / Angst / Blood and Gore / Minor Character Death / Violence

Author’s note: This is the end! I hope you enjoyed this fan fiction as much as I enjoyed writing it. I can't wait to read your thoughts about it. Is it the end you expected? How did you imagine it? Tell me everything. I'm all ears

Patty dared peeping from above the headrest of the couch when the woman opened the door, definitely curious to see the two adults’ reactions when they would finally see each other – though she still feared Dante’s wrath a little. But when she finally saw them face-to-face, this couple she had been imagining – and rooting for - for weeks, she didn’t care about her friend’s anger or disappointment - He would definitely thank her later - . They looked so perfect, like coming from an episode of one of those telenovelas she loved so much. Dante was towering Y/N perfectly and she was so pretty. And the lighting. Gosh “Like a scene from a movie.” She sighed. If only she could read their minds right now. “There you are, young lady!” Dante declared with a menacing finger as he entered the house “Hi Dante! What are you doing here?” Patty tried to play innocent but there was something in her voice that couldn’t fool Dante. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I never thought this annoying little brat would dare come here … or steal my stuff.” “That’s alright, Dante. We were having fun actually. And at least, that girl dared visit me … unlike someone else.” Dante definitely felt that sting and he knew he deserved it. “How long has it been?” “A while.” He said, pretending to be casual even though he had the right amount of years and months in mind. “And this day never happened. Come on, Patty. Let’s go.” No, no, no. This couldn’t end like that. Patty thought. Not after all this time. “Can I at least finish my tea please?” “ I’ll buy you a tea on the way back to Red Grave. Let’s go!” Dante insisted as he came closer to the girl to grab her by the arm and drag her away from Y/N’s place as fast as possible. “Right. Like I’m going to believe you. You never buy me anything, even when you owe me.” Y/N smiled while Dante sighed deeply. “Damn it.” “ Plus, you still owe me a trip to the beach.” “ Alright. I’ll take you to the beach. You happy? Now let’s go.” He tried to pull her from the sofa but the girl resisted. “ Or … you can let Y/N finish her story.” Patty suggested. Dante glanced at Y/N whom he hadn’t seen go to the kitchen to prepare him a strawberry sundae. “Actually I’d prefer that. Y/N can you continue your story, please?” “ Well, maybe Dante can tell you so that you can finally erase his tab while I’m making this devil a strawberry sundae. Topped with a cherry and two pink wafers, is that it?” “I don’t know. You’re the pro.” He had a faint smile at her that Patty noticed and beamed at. About time. “Where did you stop you damn story?”

A TRIP TO THE BEACH - Part 2

Dante was sitting at his desk, eyes closed, a magazine covering his face while he was listening to some good old school metal on the jukebox he had just acquired when the damn machine starting to sizzle and shake. “You gotta be kidding me.” Dante complained and, with a deep sigh, got up from his chair to kick the jukebox like Y/N had once taught him. “Funny how those machines always need a good kick to work.” When he thought of his beloved girlfriend and realised how late it was, he wondered how the hell she had not arrived yet. It was very dark outside and the clock was striking one. The restaurant should be closed by now and Y/N should have been in his arms at least an hour ago, naked preferably.

Not sure Patty needs to know that.

Worry tied Dante’s stomach in a knot in spite of his sleepy brain screaming at him not to be paranoid. “Relax, Dante. She’s probably helping clean the kitchen or something”, he told himself And yet, tired of repeating this sentence over and over again in his head, he decided to grab his coat and head to the diner. Better be paranoid and look like fool rather than wait here and worry one more second. Plus, he had waited long enough already and he had made a fool of himself in front of Y/N more than once. So what was one more time, huh?

But when Dante arrived at the restaurant and found it empty and dark, he wished he looked like a paranoid fool. But he was not paranoid and he was not a fool. He was terrified and alert in ways he hadn’t been for years. “Please be okay.” He whispered as he entered the place, feeling once again like a little boy hidden in a cupboard, crying for mommy and his brother. A ghastly feeling for someone who had spent years burying his past deep in his armoured heart as a promise … a dying wish.

Dante climbed the stairs quickly, very quickly and yet not quickly enough to his taste, only to stop and freeze at the sight and smell of warm blood on the wooden floor. But there was not just iron and salt flowing to his nostrils, there was this stench, rotting and disgusting, a stench only his demon sense could pick but that would soon be unbearable for humans too, he was sure of it. The stench of decaying corpses.

The son of Sparda never really liked Y/N’s parents. He actually lost almost all sort of respect for them the second they insulted him and made him understand they would never approve of him or of his relationship with their precious daughter. But when he saw them both, drenched in blood and completely ripped apart, their broken bodies lying on the floor of in their bedroom, he couldn’t help but feel sadness and compassion especially for the woman who was standing in the corner of the room, petrified and in tears, her small feminine frame strongly hold in a demonic grip. A nightmarish vision that had been scaring Dante for too long. “Took you long enough… Son of Sparda.” The demon said with a calm and yet menacing cavernous voice that would make anyone tremble in fear. But that wasn’t the sound of his voice that made Dante afraid – because yes he was afraid –

You? Afraid? Rrr, shut up!

It was the sight of the woman he loved so close to that monster’s sharp claws. The half-demon squinted at the devil before him, at his cloaked silhouette hidden in the darkness, trying to hide his fear, turning it into a nonchalant and over-confident mask he knew how to wear better than anything else (except his red leather jacket) but that somehow didn’t look as convincing as usual. “I’m afraid you’ve got the wrong guy, pal. Sparda may have a son. But that's not me.” “Tony, what’s going on?” Y/N’s voice was shaking just like the rest of her body. “It’s alright, baby. I’ll get you out of here. I promise.” He had too. “You can try and pretend to be someone else. But I know who you are. Dante, Son of Sparda. And soon, your blood will flow for what your father did to my master.” Usually, that same old routine would have made Dante scoff and slice that creature in two for he was used to demons coming at him with pathetic threats and silly villain monologues. But today, what was at stake was simply way too important for impulsiveness. “And who would that master be?” “The one true king of the underworld. Mundus.”

Dante had heard that name before, long ago, in something that was now a long-time memory. Mundus was the villain of his favourite bedtime story, the one his father would always tell him and Vergil before going to sleep, when they were nothing but kids tucked in their beds. Mundus. He remembered how that name would make him fidget and jump in anticipation and how his big brother in the bed under his would always kick him through the mattress to make him stop wriggling like a hyperactive goldfish out of water. Mundus, the so-called Prince of Darkness Sparda had cast away and locked in the underworld a long long time ago to free the human world from his diabolical tyranny. Never thought he would have ever heard about him in another context though.

“Oh. That dude. Thought he would be dead by now… like you soon will be” “Cocky, just like that filthy betrayer Sparda.” The demon smiled, showing short pointy black fangs that yet shone in the dim moonlight. “And in love with a human, just like he was. It would be a shame …” He grabbed a strand of Y/N’s (colour) hair to toy with it with a vicious smirk, making the young woman shiver even more. “… if something were to happen to her the same way something happened to your slut mother” Dante felt his jaw clench tight and his nails pierce the flesh of his palms. The rage, it was slowly yet surely eating at him. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother! And don’t you dare lay even just a finger on Y/N!” Dante growled, not realising he had just given his identity up. But the black demon did and with a satisfied smile, he cupped Y/N’s face in between his vile sharp claws to burry his long nose in Dante lover’s soft hair and smell her human perfume that was oh so exquisite to him. An intended provocation and an effective one. “How chivalrous! How noble! I’m sure your father would have said the same thing…” Dante frowned and clenched his fists even tighter, trying to stay put and in control, trying desperately to resist the powerful will to pounce on that demon and impale him on his sword and spill his guts on the floor. He knew he had too because he knew that the reaction he thought so much about was exactly what that monster wanted. He was trying to infuriate him, to make him reckless and stop thinking rationally so that he would have him at a possible advantage when he let his rage have the best of him. Provocation at its finest. A strategy Dante knew all about. “… had he been here when I and my fellow demons tore her apart.” Yes, he knew all about it and yet... “Mundus says farewell, hybrid filth.” He suddenly stopped caring about what he knew.

Dante jumped and with a scream, unsheathed his sword to slash the arm that was holding Y/N. An impulsive move, a mistake he realised only too late, when the demon pierced the soft neck of the one he loved the most with his sharp claws in an attempt to protect himself from the demonic blade. Everything went so quick to Y/N and yet so slow to Dante. She didn’t scream. She didn’t even have time to realise what was going on or to process the sudden pain. She only understood something was wrong when her body hit the floor and she saw Dante’s icy blue eyes widen and stare at her in horror. Then she felt the blood, her blood she was quite certain of it, running along her pale skin covering it in shades of dark red. Dante screamed like never before, like no human could, so loud the walls trembled and the demon slightly bowed down in fear. He screamed with an anger, a rage he didn’t know he was capable of, something so deep and passionate he never thought was in him. Something fiery … something … demonic. It felt like his skin was burning, like there was a ravaging fire spreading, growing in his body, menacing to burst, to combust him. And it almost did. It almost did but it stopped just when Rebellion sliced the head of the demon open, spilling his brains and his blood on the walls behind him. Then, there was a relief that all this was over. The fight. The fire. The fear… No not the fear!

“Y/N” Dante ran to her and quickly pressed her body against his. His hand found her neck to apply pressure on her bloody wound. She was barely conscious but she was still with him. “I’m so sorry, baby. Hold on, I got you.” He kissed her forehead. It was so cold against his lips. “You’re gonna be okay. I promise.”

Dante stayed by her side for what seemed hours to him, holding her tight against him, trying to keep the weakening life in her safe, when finally blue and red lights began to flicker in the bedroom. What happened next was so blurry. All he could make out were a group of men dragging Y/N from his embrace, saying they would take care of her and that he had to let her go. He didn’t know how he did it but he eventually obeyed those men, in spite of his arms trying to reach for her. He followed them- followed Y/N- to the crowded street where the nearby residents were crammed into, whispering and trying to take a peep at what was going on in this usual very quiet neighbourhood. But he didn’t care about them or their judgmental looks. All he cared about was Y/N being taken away in an ambulance. The paramedics didn’t let him in. And in spite of how much he wanted to fight their decision, Dante chose not to. He couldn’t delay them. Y/N’s life depended on time and too much had been wasted already.

But he found her again, like he would always find her, and he spent days waiting for her to wake up, waiting for her beautiful (colour) eyes to open again, for her sweet voice to say she was alright, his hand holding hers in an eternal grip that only her awakening could break, days in which he had to think about what happened, about what could have happened and what will happen. So many hypothesis, each one worse than the last. And when Y/N finally awoke and, with a soft smile that bear no grudges or hatred, said. “Hey handsome.” He did what he thought he should have done days ago. “We need to end this.”

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Patty’s eyes were glowing with tears as she was staring at Dante without blinking. This was certainly the saddest love story she had ever heard in her entire life. Even Bolero in Spring had never made her feel so much. “You can’t do that!” She declared as if in denial, as if she could change the past. “The story can’t end like this!” “But it is not a story, Patty. This is not some television show made to satisfy a bunch of hopeless romantic little girls. It’s real life. And real life is tough and …” Dante looked at Y/N, at her sad eyes and at the scar she was trying to conceal under a red silk scarf. “What’s done cannot be undone.” “But you loved each other!” The girl was almost furious, shaking her head nervously. “Patty.” Dante said calmly. “And you still love each other, I’m sure of it. I can tell by the way you both tell your story.” “Patty.” Dante repeated with insistence this time. “I won’t have this ending! No way!” She shouted with a deep frown. “It has already ended!” Dante screamed and Patty froze. He had never screamed at her, never in his entire life, even in times when she was incredibly annoying. He had never screamed at her. “It has ended. And neither you nor anyone can change it, okay? If it doesn’t please you, you can leave, wait in the car and go back to your mushy love series.”

There was a pregnant silence in which Patty stared at Dante with a disappointment he had never witnessed. “Y/N was right. You know how to fight demons. But you don’t know how to fight YOUR demons.” And she got up and left the house to do exactly what her beloved friend had told her, meaning wait in the car to go back to mushy love stories, leaving Dante and Y/N alone in the living room with nothing else but a heavy discomfort.

“I’m sorry for making a scene.” “ Well, you always had a flair for the dramatic.” They both had a conspiratorial smile similar to the ones they used to share when they were younger except it was fainter, sadder. “ She read the letter, the one you wrote me” Dante said staring at his hands in discomfort. He couldn’t look at Y/N, not with all the memories rushing in his head. “ I figured.” But she looked at him, excepting deep down he would say something, anything about what happened.”Never thought you would have kept it though.” “ Why not?” “ You never replied.” And there it was, that disappointment Dante well deserved. “I did reply. I just never sent the letter.” Y/N's eyes slightly widened at this unexpected confession. What did he mean by that? “Huh, words of advice. After writing a letter to someone, you need to mail it.” She declared sarcastically, not really knowing how she managed to crack such a joke. Was it a joke? Maybe, because Dante laughed a bit. “ I had no money to buy a stamp.” The girl scoffed. She knew the man before her all to well to know that this was “Bullshit.” But she had missed it, missed him. “What did it say?” “ Same crap I told you at the hospital. How much I was sorry and … You know what? … There.” He opened his red coat to take a crumpled letter from his inside pocket. It was unsealed, stamped –obviously- and her name and address were written on it. “ I hope Devil May Cry will never provide delivery service cause this has clearly arrived way too late.” However she took it in her hands, gathering all her inner strength not to tremble as she could feel all those emotions shaking inside of her. “ Years too late. You can say it.” Dante smiled as he watched the letter he had kept to himself for so many years finally reaching its long-awaited recipient. “I don’t expect you to read it … or open it. You can actually turn it into a paper plane or shove it down my throat if you want. I won’t fight you.” Of course he had to joke, to play it cool but she didn’t mind. She knew it was just one of his defence mechanism and she couldn’t blame him for it. “ So why giving it to me?” Dante shrugged, refusing to admit he did want her to read what his young 19 years old self had to say, what he still had to say. “You can’t stop with the devil-may-care for a second and admit what you truly want, what you truly feel, can you?” “ Fight my demons, huh?” He quoted her and she nodded. “Yes. Would that be so complicated for a ‘menacing devil hunter’ like yourself?” It was her turn to quote him but that quote made him melancholically happy. “ I guess that’s a challenge I still can not face.” “ Or don’t want to” There was a new pause and as they finally looked at each other’s eyes, they knew they would not fix what had been broken years ago today. He was not ready. Not yet anyway. And that was okay. Y/N was patient. She could wait. She could keep waiting. “Goodbye Y/N” Especially when this time a kiss on her forehead and a hand on her cheek felt more hopeful than ever. “Goodbye, Dante.”

And she watched him leave, again, but certain that someday, one day he would come back to her as he always would. After all, he promised.

#DEVIL MAY CRY #DANTE #DANTE X READER #DMC FANFICTION #DEVIL MAY CRY FANFICTION #A TAB TO ERASE #PATTY LOWELL

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dclsbaby · 3 years

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mykonos-crossed lovers (part ii) 🦋

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Summary: When you drunkenly book a girls trip to a tropical Greek island to help mend your broken heart, you would never for a second think it will take you exactly to where he is. Him. A tale of the right person at the wrong time, an overused cliché made into plots of movies you never thought would live through in your reality. Two people, still madly in love with each other, hearts still broken, suppressed by the alcohol and distractions consumed on this trip. Will they let their egos get in the way, protect what’s left of their already broken hearts, or will let their hearts speak?

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: angst angst and more angst

Author’s Note: part 2 is finally out! thank you so much for the continued love on MCL, i can't accurately put into words how much it means to me seeing all the positive responses! i hope i haven't upset you too much on last chapter’s cliffhanger, and if so, i hope this one makes up for it a little bit 🤍 please let me know what you think! xx

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“It’s funny, I’ve flown out to this island to forget you, yet here you are. I can’t ever get away from you can I?” Dom asks, rather rhetorically. Shocked, you turn your head and see your ex standing in front of you, in Mykonos, of all places. You cringed at his honesty, but you can’t say you didn’t escape to the warmer climates for the same reason. “Hi, Dom,” you smile at him. “The boys are here?” you ignore his initial remark. “Yeah, Mase, Davo, and Ben are sat there,” he gestures to a table close by yours. “Luke’s flying out tomorrow”, he says. “So the full team,” you comment. “It seems you’re in for quite a holiday then,” you add.

He walks ahead to stand next to you, his toned arms resting on the white border, dangerously close to yours and he takes in the view you’ve been absorbing. Silence fills the space between you two. A little to quiet for both of your likings, you could’ve sworn you heard your heart beat out of your chest. You decide to break the silence.

“So, how’ve you been?” you asked, voice a little shaky, unsure if you even wanted to know. You looked up at Dom, and caught him sniggering at the question. “Never better,” he raises his eyebrows. “Got my call-up, ball finding the back of the net week in week out, all’s well. You?” he shifts his body to look at you. “Well,” you pause to face him. “I’m on a tropical island with my girls, away from work and grey British skies, so I’m enjoying it,” you replied.

“British Vogue is it?” he asks. You landed the job a couple of months after your breakup. It was the job you needed to make a life out of yourself, to have a career you loved. It was a job you left him for. So, to say that you were good at it was an understatement. If you had to endure the pain of a devastating heartbreak for your career, it had to mean everything to you. And it was. It had been your dream job for as long as you could remember, you have always loved fashion, and this love was complemented when you began dating your ex who has an eccentric fashion sense, always straying away from the mainstream mediocrity, which somehow, he always pulls off. It’s a gift.

“Yeah, how’d you know?”, you were curious. “Mum’s told me about it, she’s proud of you, by the way,” he stops to look at you. “Sounds like a big deal,” he says as he lets out a small smile. It’s the first time he’s ever shown some warmth since the conversation started. You smile back at him and nodded. “It’s been my dream since forever, if you remember,” you look up at him. “And that’s lovely from your mum, do let her know that I miss her,” your heart warms thought of his mum. “Of course you do, you two would gang up on me whenever she’s around,” Dom chuckles. “Only because we both know how obnoxious you could be,” you joke. “Obnoxious enough for you to break my heart I see,” he jokes as he smiles at you sadly. “I d-didn’t mean it like that,” you feel terrible. “I know, I was messing with you,” he lied. A part of him wants you to know that his heart is still broken.

Two people, former lovers, with so much shared memories, once each other’s worlds, reunite in unexpected circumstances.

“I miss you, you know,” Dom says. Your head turns to face him as you try to catch a look of his eyes that are looking down on his fingers. Standing at 6’2, you had to crane your neck to properly look at him. A painfully gorgeous man, his green-hazel eyes still shine so bright despite the evening sky, lips so full waiting to be touched, his curly locks tied up in a bun only to accentuate his perfectly sculpted jaws. He is so beautiful, the pain so visceral, so intense.

***flashback***

“It’s not fair,” your best friend said. “You two would make the most gorgeous babies,” you and Dom chuckled at her comment. “When they’ve got a mother with a face like this I’d imagine it to be difficult to not produce beautiful babies,” Dom says as he cups your face and plants a kiss on your forehead. “You did not just say ‘produce’!” you move away from him, jokingly made a disgusted face and laughed at his choice of words.

Later that night as you two were tucked in bed, you drift off into a daydream which caught Dom’s attention. “What are you thinking of in that little head of yours babe?” he asked. You softly smile at him. “You really think we’d have babies?” you asked as you look at him. “What do you mean?” he asks, shifting his body so it’s resting on his side, with his knuckles supporting his head up. “I mean, is this where we are headed?”, you clarified. Dom runs his fingers through your hair. “I absolutely wouldn’t mind having babies with you,” he pauses as he moves closer to you. “I want no one else more than you, to be the mother of my children, my partner through it all,” he looks at you with loving eyes. “You mean it?” you asked, a little surprised at his honesty. “I’ve never meant anything more in my life,” he says as he pulls your body closer to his.

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Dreams of starting a family with who you thought was the love of your life quickly shatter as you realise where you were; stood in front of him, both with hearts that need mending.

“Don’t do this,” you quietly say as you stare into his eyes. “What? It’s true,” he shrugs. “I miss you and I thought you should know. You should know how much you’re hurting me by not being with me,” Dom confesses. The alcohol has definitely kicked in, Dom thought to himself. Liquid courage got him pouring out the subconscious thoughts he’d never unlock without a little help. “Dom, please. You don’t mean it, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” you close your eyes for a second. “You’ve had a lot to drink, you should go be with the guys,” you say as you take your arms off the wall. “Come, I’ll take you back,” you say as you lightly push his elbow to lead the way.

“What more do I have to do to show you that I am still in love with you? Fuck’s sake,” he says as he mutters the last two words. He quickly turns around to face you, shocking you in the process as you drop your arm. “I don’t know, Dom, maybe not have tabloids put pictures of you and different girls on its covers I’d assume?” you sarcastically said, referencing to the covers you have seen of him from the week before.

Dom cringed at your comment and shakes his head. “You seriously can’t believe what those tabloids say-they blow things out of proportion!” he says as he flails his arm out of frustration. “And did you expect me not to see other people? What was I supposed to do, sit and mope around, waiting for you to come back to me? Please, do enlighten me!” he encourages. “Tell me how I can get over you because I am desperate to get you out of my fucking head,” he rants angrily, loud enough to get the attention of several guests.

He pauses to catch his breath. Before opening his mouth again to spill his suppressed thoughts.

“You were my heart, my soul, my whole fucking body—my entire life revolved around you!” he yelled, not as loud, but his frustration was emphasised as he stresses every syllable. Every bit of pride he held onto dissipates, showing his true feelings that still held onto you.

Offended, you retaliated. “You act as if I didn’t do the same for you! But I’m not stood here telling you how much I’ve missed you after I’ve fucked about with random guys!” you replied, matching his volume.

“I’ve never fucked anyone since you, so don’t ever fucking accuse me of that,” he says in disgust. “And you have no right to tell me how I should cope, when you left me! You were the one who left!”, he points at you repeatedly. “You left me with nothing,” he says nearly out of breath, and drops his arms to his sides.

“It surely didn’t seem like it when you go through girls like they’re some kind of pitstop!” you angrily responded. “I was fucking hurt! You fucking broke me! I was sad and desperate, give me a fucking break!” he says as he brings his hands to his forehead. “And don’t act so innocent,” he spits out. You give him a confused face, unsure as to what he meant. “I know you’ve been out with him,” he emphasises. “Yeah, our friends talk,” he states the obvious.

You knew who he was talking about. The friend he fell out with, another footballer friend. Things got too competitive, the words exchanged at the end of a match too harsh to redeem with a handshake. The same friend who could’ve sworn he chatted you up first, but you and Dom’s connection was too strong to deny. Of course, it was nothing like he insinuated. His friend, or, former friend, rather, had dipped his toes into the world of fashion, which caught the attention of your seniors. They assigned you to an interview with him, knowing your connections in the sporting industry and knowledge of it, as you dated a footballer after all. “Th-that was nothing,” you shake your head in disbelief, shocked at what you’re being accused of. “Bullshit,” he curses. He still remembers the day he saw you two on the news. Dominic Calvert-Lewin’s Ex Moves On with His England Teammate?, the headline says. Beneath it were pictures of his former friend sitting opposite you, as you two enjoy each other’s company at his favourite breakfast place in London. It is your favourite too. He recalls trying to ignore the jealousy, he tried to stop reading gossip sites that had the tendency to over-exaggerate, but he couldn’t. It made him angry, so angry, he threw his phone across the room and smashed it into a wall, its screen shattering. Sick and nauseous, he ran to the bathroom and dunk his head into a toilet bowl, dispensing the contents of that day’s breakfast. The effect you had on him was still potent and undying.

Your conversation was interrupted when you feel a hand wrap its fingers around the back of your arm, surprising you as you jump a little. “Hi, hun, everything okay?”, asked two of your friends, who spotted you as they were making their way to the bathroom. You nodded and gave them a smile, “I’m okay,” you whispered. They were beyond shocked to have seen Dom, but they knew better than to mention the obvious. “Give us a shout if you need anything,” your other friend says softly. You nodded. Your friends waved at Dom, then walked to where they were headed, which Dom did the same before you two returned to your conversation.

You take a deep breath before speaking. “You know I never meant to hurt you, Dom,” you look at him with sad eyes. “You know why I had to end things with you, I honestly thought you understood,” you say as you try your best to blink the tears away. “No, I never understood, and I still fucking don’t,” he says as his large hand grips the surface of the wall.

“None of this makes any sense to me! I understand that it is important for you to prioritise your career, be in control of your life or whatever it was you said,” he throws a hand up. “But I will never understand why you had to sacrifice me in the process, of all things,” he replies with absolute honesty. “So, what? You expect me to drop every possibility of starting a career instead, and invest all my time and energy in you?” you ask in disbelief. “That’s not fair, Dom!” you argue.

Dom throws his head back out of frustration as you cross your arms. “I would’ve fully supported you every step of the way, given you the space you needed, anything!” he responds. “But instead you left, and took my entire life with you,” he argues back, panting as he tried to catch his breath. “You didn’t have to leave,” he quietly says.

You two look at each other in silence, both feeling the pain the other endured. The pain heavy, overwhelming, a sinking feeling.

“I wasn’t trying to compromise you,” you say softly. “I had felt so detached from myself and made you the centre of my life and I was fucking terrified, Dom,” you try to justify yourself. “Had you left me at any point, I wouldn’t have survived it,” you sigh.

“Had I left you? How could you ever assume that? You think I am strong enough to be apart from you for even just a day? For fuck’s sake,” he curses as he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose out of frustration.

“I never said you would, I said if you did,” you clarify.

“So, you’re saying you left me purely due to a hypothetical scenario? Come fucking on. Don’t you fucking get it?,” he pauses. “You left me because you were afraid you couldn’t live without me, when that was never the case to begin with. If anything, it was the other way around,” he mutters the last sentence, just enough for you to hear.

“What?”, you asked, looking up at him.

“If one of us were to be too attached to the other person, it would be me. I’m not even fucking ashamed to admit that. I’m just pissed you assumed I could ever leave you. And that you broke my heart,” he reveals, a little too much for his liking but he didn’t care. You had to know.

“I-I never knew you were this upset,” you reply, still trying to process what he just said. “Clearly,” Dom says with sarcasm. “All you do is assume,” he comments. “That’s not fair,” you respond. “None of this is,” he quickly says. “I’m sorry I hurt you, I hope you know I would never intentionally do anything to make you feel that way,” you try to assure him. “Yeah okay,” he looks away.

Silence fills the room once again. What used to only be comfortable silence between you two turned into awkward, deafening silence. Silence between two people still in love with one another, both stubborn, both hotheaded, both their egos in the way.

You hated this. You wanted out. Your heart could no longer handle the different coexisting emotions, the sadness, anger, exasperation, confusion, equally intense, equally felt. It was all too much.

“I-I think I’m just going to go, it’s been lovely to see you, I'm sorry again Dom, truly. Have a great-“, “You’re fucking joking,” he cuts you off and shakes his head. You sigh, surprised at this interruption. “What now, Dom?” you asked, a little agitated.

“You’re leaving? After I’ve poured my heart out to you? Fucking pathetic that,” he said angrily. “What else was I supposed to say, Dom! I told you I was sorry, I told you I didn’t mean to hurt you! What more do you want?”, you responded with aggravation.

“YOU! I want you! How could you be so dense? Honestly, fuck this—you broke my fucking heart and I am not going to let you walk away from me again,” he gestures angrily. “This time I’m leaving you, have a great fucking night,” he says as he storms off, taking half of your heart with him.

At that moment, it felt as though every effort you had put into moving on, all your self-care nights, girls night outs, mental health days, music playlists of happy songs, immersing yourself in work, suddenly meant nothing. All your efforts were countered, destroyed after seeing him again for the first time in months. All you could do was stand there and watch him leave you standing alone, under the blue Mykonos sky with the most breathtaking view of the island, whilst heartbroken once again. The perfect irony.

You were left in shock. You could see Dom walking through the crowd where everybody was partying from your peripheral vision. It took him way too quickly for your liking to wrap his arms around a certain blonde-haired girl in a blue dress you recognised from tabloid pictures. You feel a sharp pain in your chest from a sight you never wanted to see. You knew you had no right to feel this way since you were the one who left, but it hurt you nonetheless.

Two things could’ve come out of this scenario. You could a) suck it up, take three straight tequila shots and party the night away with your girls, who are increasingly growing concerned about your whereabouts, or b) you could call it a night and figure your heart out.

After moments of deliberation, you chose the latter option. The intense conversation you had with Dom was too emotionally draining for you to continue on. Seeing your ex on the exact trip you booked with your girls to remedy your heartache, listening to him tell you how much you’ve broken his heart, how he wants you, but proceed to wrap his arms around another girl minutes after, all in one night... you could not bear it all. You quietly made a swift exit and made sure to text your girls’ group chat as you’re walking.

Babes, I’m heading back to the villa. Rough night. Details tomorrow. Will leave some paracetamol on the counter. Be safe and have a blast! Love you. X

You took the furthest route towards the exit door away from the party scene, not giving your friends a chance to even stop you. You wrap your arms around your body, holding yourself together as your heart crumbles. The only affection you could seek from is yourself. The pain of growth slowly paying off, as you manage to at least leave the scene in one piece.

However, despite extra efforts to not get noticed, Dom caught you slipping out of the club.

You stood outside the breezy Mykonos night and waited for your taxi to come. What just happened? You thought to yourself. You were a bit tipsy from the drinks, your tired body making you feel a little delirious. It seemed like it was all a dream, a nightmare perhaps, but it isn’t. That actually happened. You inhale the fresh air, and pace your breathing to calm your nerves. The background music spilling from the narrow gaps of the doors slowly fade as you close your eyes and focus on your peace.

Peaceful silence suddenly interrupted by a loud sound of doors bursting open.

What the fuck was that? you thought to yourself as you turn your head towards the loud noise. Your heart nearly stopped when you saw Dom clumsily stumble through the door. “What are you doing?” you asked, completely taken aback. “I saw you walk out,” he says out of breath. “And I know you like to go on walks to clear your head. I was making sure you weren’t, this isn’t the place where you could do that safely,” he continued. “I know, I’m waiting for a taxi,” you say quietly. Dom nodded. “Okay,” he looks away. “Be safe,” he says as he looks at you one last time. You look at him with a sad smile and nod.

As Dom retreats back into the club, he had to hold his chest, clutching where his heart is to contain the pain of seeing you force a smile at him, it was too intense, he couldn’t bear it. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and tell you again how in love with you he is, but he knows his heart can’t take another heartache.

So Dom does what he does best, fake a smile, join his friends, and power through the night despite the building anxiety of being away from you. He feels sick to his stomach and would love nothing more than to call it a night. He goes on to reject every girl who threw themselves at him left and right, which Mason took notice of.

“Mate you okay? You don’t seem like yourself,” asks Mason. “(Y/N). She’s here. Well, she was,” Dom says. “Here? In Mykonos?”, Mason asks in disbelief. Dom nods his head. “Shit. What happened?” asked his concerned friend. “Told her she broke my heart. I lost my head. Told her I want her, then walked away,” muttered Dom as he looks down to play with his fingers. “Mate, I mean, do you still want her? Even after everything you went through?” Mason asks carefully, cautious to push any buttons.

Dom takes a deep breath.

“There is nothing in this life I want more than her,” he spills, looking at his friend dead in the eye.

“You know what you have to do, Dom.” Mason says.

#dominic calvert lewin #dominic calvert lewin imagine #dominic calvert lewin imagines #dominic calvert lewin blurb #mclfic

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hhjs · 4 years

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rewind, revive. (all that we are.)

pairing. — kim sunwoo x reader.

genre. — angst.

alternatively. — wherein letting go is all but a reminder of why he seemed to hold on.

mystery trope!

word count. — 2.8 k

note. — inspired the nbhd's 'wdywfm' and 'reflections'. (impacting characters exactly in that order of the songs.) this is unedited so bear with me lmao

Regret is a funny thing.

One can feel it approaching light years before the realisation hits. Like squinting at dim headlights in the distance, before the vehicle picks up pace, before the tires skid against wet gravel, before it finally, finally occurs that it's too late, too late to go back and walk away, to stop oneself from facing the impact head on. From having the air knocked right out of one's lungs.

Sunwoo knows for a fact what he is doing fits that criteria.

Something about the prevailing silence that comes after heated arguments is utterly eerie; being an on and off couple for the longest time indicated that you recognised that much.

"I think we should take a break. Figure things out on our own."

He looks at the little scar you'd gotten from accidentally ramming your toe into the doorframe because you were too excited to see him. (It's healing.) No, that's not right. From this position, sat atop the sofa, when he's holding his head in his palms as your tone rises mid syllable, that's all he can see. No, he can't look at you. He can't look at himself in your eyes now, dropped way below all expectations you held to him once, silhouette of his peeved face in them leaves a rancid emotion inside his belly.

"Is that what you really want?" You ask, this time with a slight hint of surrender in your voice.

Sunwoo wants to say he doesn't exactly know what he wants, what he is feeling, perhaps it's the aftermath of working too hard, taking on too much stress, or so Changmin explained to him earlier that week, he doesn't quite perceive himself as someone who could lament his problems easily - however, it's very clear to him that he is pushing you away, sealing himself off suddenly, missing out on dates, calls and falling short in the department of being his usual affectionate self.

Or maybe, Sunwoo doesn't love you anymore.

What if he's never loved you at all? What if whatever you have is all a resultant of mere infatuation and he was too young to differentiate from the start?

Whatever it is, Sunwoo isn't too sure, but you... obviously notice. He's always finding excuses to distance himself and it's changing you, who you used to be when he fell in love with you. In fact, every day is a constant evidence of just how disconnected your relationship is from how it was in the beginning, in the 'honeymoon stage' or whatever. The way he tenses up when you throw an arm around him every night he plops down against your shared bed too late, only entertaining your comforting words with monosyllabic responses; he seems to test your patience, trying to find your breaking point.

And this is it, he thinks.

What you suggested as an innocent movie night with him, trying to get him to talk to you, about anything, anything at all, soon took a bad turn when you reached out to interlock your arms and he found himself brushing you off.

It was just the same little act that piled and piled atop all of his 'little acts' and this final blow sent everything tumbling down, all at once. The way you stared at your spread out, empty palm as you asked him why he was being like this is an image he finds difficult to forget.

Albeit he doesn't hesitate, asking you to stop nagging him, to stop overreacting. To just leave him alone.

Now, with the weight of his words absent inside, all he senses is blatant emptiness taking refuge in its place, an epiphany that he can't take back what he said.

You don't say a word when Sunwoo's reply comes in the form of an affirmative nod and what's worse, he thinks, is that you don't look surprised.

As if you saw it coming all along.

...

When he agrees to put up with one of the double dates Eric set, it's because his friends are convinced that the relationship has reached a dead end. Sunwoo ignores that idea and indulges in what he perceives as newfound freedom.

Even though the excitement of getting to know someone new is momentary, replaced by a strong underlying feeling that nauseates him. Whenever Sunwoo looks over the candlelight and watches his date smile back at him, it feels like he's doing something wrong. Something hypocritical.

Recently, every day feels the same. Every hour melding into the same old routine. This is boredom, Sunwoo tells himself, though he's positive it's anything but.

It's quite a surprise not having chanced upon you by accident, given years of dating has merged your social circles.

Really, when he thinks about it, Sunwoo's known you for the longest time.

Since he was sure he would fail a calculus pop quiz and he kicked your chair to gather correct answers, you were so shy, innocent and how that sparked a sense of adoration in him for the first time ever, since you ended up becoming best friends in spite of your essentially different personalities. Sunwoo tries to remember the exact feeling of snowflakes collecting on his cheeks, in your eyelashes, his cool fingers in his pockets, while a street light buzzed overhead - not every detail is clear - but the sight of your beaming face as he timidly confessed his feelings is unmistakable. As time passes, he tries thinking about it more and more, afraid someday he'll look back and miss out the most essential rudiments of the event. Or worse, forget altogether. It's such a distant, fleeting moment that elicits a bittersweet sensation in him. Sweet because some part of him will always be entwined with some part of you, bitter because you were no longer together.

Sunwoo shakes his head, as though the gesture ought to come in assistance in ridding himself of the aforementioned thoughts. He's the one who wanted this whole break thing, right?

He pushes his trolley around, leans on the handle like he used to as a kid and paces up through empty lanes after looking around to see that the seven eleven store is mostly empty. He successfully breezes through aisles and throws in packaged kimbap, frozen fried rice and crisps to his trolley; and then, suddenly, a juice extract shelf in the distance catches his eye.

Sunwoo focuses his vision and marks his next destination, all the while imitating low humming of a makeshift engine with his mouth.

But of course, much to his dismay, his trolley jams right into another that approached out of the aisle to his side that he hadn't kept an eye on in moving only forward.

He mutters a string of quiet apologies, bowing briefly and hoping to God that the person hadn't heard him swear under his breath. "It's alright."

Sunwoo looks up and blinks curiously recognition washing over him.

It's only been a few weeks but the sight of your face, the real thing, not instagram photos, not the ones in his money bag or photo frames in his drawer, hits him with the force of a bullet train.

Your face is bare, shadows splattered against your forehead and the tip of your nose because you're wearing his - and he only realises now - ridiculously big, pink bucket hat, a hand casually positioned into a jacket pocket, there's something so endearing about this.

"Hey." Sunwoo says.

"Hey."

You stare at him for a good second and then as if realising something, you blink rapidly, fishing out a pear extract juice to dump it in his trolley. "Here."

It is an unspoken gesture, to relay that you still remember what he likes and what he doesn't like, that you've unraveled the likes of Sunwoo, excavated all the little, measly, trivial quirks, secrets and lies buried deep inside the cavity of his chest.

"Thanks." Sunwoo just stares, entranced.

It is only when he's back home, nuzzled into the comfort of his favourite blanket that still smells a little like you, does he realise he misses you.

...

"I don't care."

Sunwoo thinks he means it, like this, when he has a hoodie pulled over his head and balances a controller with great expertise, looking perfectly unfazed by Chanhee's comment about whether or not he should invite you to his party, it almost sounds true. "I just wanna see them." He settles. Time apart only reminded him just how impatient he could be when he wanted something and wasn't getting it immediately. He is seeing clearly, you're the only constant in the overwhelming vicissitudes of his life, the only one who saw him at his worst as you did at his best and stayed. That comfort, that very familiarity, is far better than the infamous honeymoon stage or any stage, for that matter.

Sunwoo realises that now. Even if it's just a little late.

Rolling his eyes, Chanhee pushes a grocery bag containing the former's snack and tears open a packet of honey crisps.

Prior to this confession, no matter how much Sunwoo insisted that he was fine, that his stare didn't linger every time he mistook a stranger for you, that he definitely didn't pretend to do the dishes even though he refused to do the chore under any other circumstances just to overhear his friends talking about a new event in your life, or just... about you, Chanhee doesn't believe him.

In retrospect, no one does. But Chanhee is least discreet about it.

"I don't suppose that's a good idea..." He pauses, swallowing, "What if things go south?"

Beneath an act of trying to untie the grocery bag, Sunwoo contemplates that he doesn't know how to respond to this inquiry, he had pictured your next meeting many a times, prepped himself to do or say very particular things, the way you always made up, time and time again forgiving each other in spite of all obstacles in your way, to a point where you friends got tired of you going back and forth, convinced that you could never really break up... - no, he is sure nothing can change, that's a blatant impossibility, Sunwoo knows you and you know him. No matter how much he fucks up - you know he'll always come back to you.

That's how it has always been.

"Figures, huh?"

Sunwoo scoffs, noting the way his friend's expression morphes to a confused furrowing of brows. He holds the yellow classic salted packet up instead whilst wrinkling his nose more than necessary, knowing the remark would prompt Chanhee to get annoyed and forget all about his own remark. “You got the wrong flavour again.”

The older male crumples a crisp in his palm and flicks it at Sunwoo.

The answer is simple, he'll never know if he never tries. Love is not chance but a decision, love is a choice, isn't it?

Well, Sunwoo chose you, he chooses you. He'll choose you over and over again.

...

"Can we talk?"

You nod slowly, a sigh escaping your parted lips. An expression on your face that Sunwoo can't put a finger on. But he doesn't have to, not when you comply so easily, joining him out into the balcony divorced from the apartment rife with noise and evidence of inebriation.

You lean over the railing, your eyes travelling far off into the impossibly dark scenery, the silence is imbued with a vague sense of eerie, the kind that ensues before something terrible happens.

All Sunwoo can think about is how beautiful you are. Suddenly, he feels guilty - see, he can't remember the last time he appreciated you, showered you with accolades you most certainly deserve. He mimics your position, turning his head slightly to take in every detail. Committing it all to memory. Things are different now. You look different.

Last time he saw you, he could map out the swollen quality of your eyes, nails bitten and chipped, the little characteristics that gave away you weren't doing well. Now, there's an indescribable glow to your face, something under the perfectly dolled up look, the red beret on your head, matched with an utterly fabulous coat that guards you from cool autums.

It's a new outfit. The discomfort is newer.

"You look great." He finally speaks and it's not the best way to start a conversation that's dangling by its last finger, akin to an inexperienced acrobat - he doesn't know what is.

You chuckle. "Is that what you wanted to say?"

"N-no...I just.." he pauses, the words all bundling up on his tongue into one big mess of sentences that don't make any sense. When you finally look at him, leaning back on your elbows now, Sunwoo gulps, this isn't a figment of his imagination, no, this is real. It's now or never. "I'm sorry." He starts, the mere utterance of those words seem to spark no change in your appearance. As if you're waiting for him to continue. Right now, apologies just aren't good enough. "This whole thing was so stupid. Baby I-I know I fucked up but... I love you. Okay? I promise I'll do anything to make it up to you. Whatever you want."

You stare at him for a long second, just letting his words sink in but also just seemingly allowing yourself to think. Then you push yourself up, standing straighter. "You dont have to." You say simply, a hint of finality laced into your tone. All Sunwoo finds himself thinking is how you don't reciprocate, uttering the same I love you like you always did. Out of habit.

He curls his fingers into fists, knuckles whitening and whitening under the strain. His vision is a blurring film against which you look like a faint silhouette, secluded by rivulets of raindrops racing down windows. It's embarrassing, how he feels, all those bubbling emotions reduced to that of a child being denied his favourite candy.

"W-What is that supposed to mean?" He blinks, finding that you're staring at your spread out palms. Like they're evidence for something you've done.

"Sunwoo." You say. It sounds like a warning, like a don't get any closer. "I don't like who I become when I'm with you."

At this point, Sunwoo just listens. In his mind, he hadn't foreseen this. He knew it wouldn't be easy, he knew he had to try his best but...this...losing you... that was out of question. Right?

No, he tells himself, he'll fix it, he'll get it together.

"You know, I was really angry at you for breaking up with me...but it was probably for the best." You produce a garbled laugh, lifting your face skyward, looking up at the glossy layers of pollution, of purplish clouds and the barely there moon behind, like you're reading off sentences from them. Sunwoo stares at you, he wants to reach out and trace the curves of your face without thinking twice, without holding back. "We did need time to think... and it made me realise that I've always loved you more than you've ever loved me. Heck, even more than I loved myself...and... I can't be that version of me again." You sniffle, "That's not love... That's devotion."

"Hey, don't say that!" He drags his fingers up from the railing and reaches out to touch your elbow, "Come on...we-we can work it out. We always do." These words , they come out all choked up and hoarse.

You stiffen up at the sound, "You're not listening to me." You shrug him off, adamantly piloting your gaze to linger away from him, your back's turned away from him but then you pause, just slightly looking over your shoulder and your gaze softens at the sight of him using his sleeve to dab at his cheeks. The gesture makes him feel hopeful, just for a second.

Then you sigh, shaking your head, "Don't you get it?" You say, "We can't fix this...we can't fix each other.

Inexplicably, he thinks of a perfect world, where he could go back just once, where it all started, everything before, holding his head in his hands and the little scar on your toe and is that what you really want?

This time, Sunwoo would mutter a quick no. He'd flick on the television and snuggle into your side, talking mindlessly about something that makes you laugh. To forget all about the stupid argument.

But in reality, he lets your words ricochet off of the walls, listening to the transient beats of music pouring into the balcony when you slide the door open to let yourself out.

It shuts.

Everything goes quiet.

And this soundlessness, this solitude, he knows this, he's heard this, he's seen this, he's felt this, this... this is final,

this is goodbye.

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legowolas · 2 years

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Soooooo, I watched Spider-Man No Way Home yesterday,, I'll put my thoughts under the cut 🤔

I'm pretty sure this is literally the first new Marvel movie I've watched since AMATW??? Hakdhsd

And I only came for ANDREW GARFIELD MY BELVOEDRBELOVED BELOVED BELOVED BELOVED BELOVED

AND HE DID NOT DISAPPOINT

Truly he came back with a VENGEANCE to make Spider-Man AS gay as possible. And he succeeded 😌

Also he spent literally over half his screen time crying. And I mean, I loved it, but also it made ME want to cry 😭😭😭

I don't think my joints will ever be happy until he SWEEPS me off my feet and cracks them like he did for Tobey Maguire Spider-Man 😔

Was vv disappointed with how little he was in the movie though. I'm not sure what I expected but I was waiting for him to arrive for SO LONG

But literally every second he was on screen for was perfect.

Marvel should just stop making movies because they will NEVER again produce anything as good as "are you okay?" "yeah... are you okay?" "*in tears* yeah." (If you haven't seen the movie yet I KNOWWWWW this sounds like a shitty Marvel joke but it WASN'T it was an INCREDIBLY emotional moment and UGH I JUST ANDREW GARFIELD SPIDER-MAN MY BELOVED BELOVED)

Anyway this movie has proven without a shred of doubt that I am indeed heterophobic. When Andrew Garfield Spider-Man and Tobey Maguire Spider-Man are in love I'm like "wow omg good for them love wins", but when Loki is in love with Sylvie I'm like "wow this sucks she's like his siSTER love loses 😔😔😔😔". Have realised that she was not indeed like his sister, that was not the problem, the problem was the heterosexuality of it all 😩😩😩

(And yes, I know that since Loki is bisexual and genderfluid, no romance he has can actually be heterosexual, but the way Marvel executed it was just,, really bad, if you know what I mean? Like, I'm glad they finally acknowledged his bisexuality and genderfluidity, but the way they shoved it aside, and in the same breath, gave us this romance which they presented as m/f, kinda squicked me. But also, I feel the need to add that when I watched Loki, I didn't ship him with ANY of his clones, so maybe only Andrew Garfield and Tobey Maguire could make this normal idk. Also I KNOW that the movie established that the Peter Parkers were supposed to be like brothers but Marvel has ALREADY condoned clone-fucking and they can't go back on it now. Anyway Loki and Sylvie should have been party buddies but Andrew Garfield Peter and Tobey Maguire Peter should have kissed)

Moving on from Andrew Garfield but also staying somewhat on-topic: THEY JUST SENT TOBEY MAGUIRE PETER BACK TO HIS OWN UNIVERSE WHILE HE WAS STILL STABBED???? 😭😭😭

LIKE, SURE, HE DOESN'T NEED MEDICAL HELP OR ANYTHING

BUT WHATEVER

He was also great for every second he was on screen 😌😌😌

Anyway you know who had me GAZING at the screen with my mouth agape because I forgot how fucking gorgeous she was???? MJ.

YES SUE ME I FORGOT HOW PRETTY ZENDAYA WAS. BUT I REMEMBER NOW AND I WON'T FORGET EVER AGAIN

AND SHE AND NED WERE LITERALLY THE BEST TEAM 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 AND GOD THEY BOTH JUST LOVE TOM HOLLAND PETER SO MUCH AND HE LOVES THEM AND AAAAAHHH. I CAN'T BELIEVE MARVEL IS GIVING ME THESE FEELINGS IN 2022 😔😔😔😔

Also okay Tom Holland was good. I always act like I have something against him just because he heads my least favourite Spider-Man franchise lsjdksjd but I don't actually dislike him. He also spent a fair amount of time crying in this movie (probably almost as much as Andrew Garfield (my beloved)) which, against my will, made me 😭

Speaking of which...

AUNT MAY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Jk Marvel deaths don't make me that emotional anymore. Also I knew it would happen because I saw a spoiler djfkdjd. But Peter's reaction was 🥺🥺🥺 and I AM sad that she won't be in any more movies because she was magnificent

"Fresh water or salt?" "...WHAT?" "You know. Because you're an octopus." "..........." "...I assume fresh then." 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

I just love her so much 😭 truly an AILF (aunt I'd like to fuck, try blocking THAT, Tumblr 😤)

Also, I can't believe I got this far without addressing this...

MCU STOP TRYING TO BE INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE. YOU WILL NEVER BE INTO THE SPIDER-VERSE. THAT'S ALL.

Anyway I stayed for both end-credits scenes, having frantically googled after the movie ended if there were two, but not knowing what they were. I was hoping for another glimpse of Andrew Garfield but was enormously let down. Anyway if Marvel thinks they're conning me into seeing another movie about Dr Strange, that's hilarious

(Also I knew Wanda had lost her accent, but I forgot just how much 😭😭😭😭😭)

Also also I think it's hilarious that literally half the cast of this movie (or possibly more, I didn't actually calculate this) were British and putting on American accents

All-in-all, my ratings:

Andrew Garfield Peter crying (and everything else he did, but it was mostly crying): ♾️/10

MJ being drop-dead gorgeous: 100000000000/10

May being AILFy: 10000000000/10

Tobey Maguire Peter being Tobey Maguire Peter: 1000000000/10

MJ, Ned, and Tom Holland Peter being an adorable team: 10000000/10

Happy and May's weird on-off exes situation??: -2/10

Overall it was better than I'd expected, but I'd still have liked more Andrew Garfield. Also I find it funny that Marvel was trying to keep it so under wraps that he was in the movie, because if I didn't know he was going to be in the movie, I literally would not have watched it. So put that in your pipe and smoke it, Marvel 😤

Everything else: 6/10

#also i FINALLY figured out how to make a cut on mobile so yay for that #marvel #spider-man no way home #spider-man #i doin a speak #nwh spoilers

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