#so i apologize if i did and i'm staying out of this now bc frankly ppl can label themselves however they want

[ludinusdaleth]

hey, i'm new to cr fandom and wasn't there when c2 was airing, may i ask out of curiosity what was the fandom's problem with its ending?

i want to start by saying this post is meant as a personal memory and not an incitement of any discourse. i do not want a lot of asks or replies or anything about this if i can help it. i would also politely ask that no one reblog this as i really just. dont want attention about this when ive discussed it to death on twitter. i also apologize for not having screenshots but i truly cannot bring myself to wade through that again. it was bad enough i still have nightmares about it.

basically, about 3 eps before c2's end, matt clarified on twitter the campaign was coming to a close, and that. did not go well. you see, folk (myself included, though i wasnt part of the following clown show) were very sure c2 would continue a while. it felt unfinished as the empire/trent had to be taken down, and for some of us ludinus was clearly the big bad, etc. so this was incredibly jarring to a lot of folk. and with that came anger. a lot of critique came down to fear of things being rushed, a lack of closure, claims of extreme neoliberialism due to not taking down the empire (i could write an essay on and cite multiple leftist activists who have stated c2 is truthful to the activist tale, not neoliberalism, and also how c3 deconstructs beau & caleb's actions, but everyone is allowed to have their own opinion on it), and that if shadowgast did not fuck in this short timespan the fans were going to kill liam & matt. and threats of killing were the least of what ensued. im just gonna put a tw here for discussion of extreme harrassment and even threat of necrophilia/rape:

people were. atrocious. beyond atrocious. know why 4sd/a lot of q&a events of theirs for a while had no fan questions? partially bc fans were frankly terrible at asking non-ship questions on talks machina, but mainly because folk FILLED their inboxes with insults (and a twitter account was made of screenshots bragging about it) that only the crew would get to filter out, not the cast. know why dani was terrified to show her face on 4sd for a bit? c2 fans would not let up on how it was her cishet fault fjorjester happened. people thought the solution to alleged neoliberalism was to therefore @ travis saying they would defile his veteran fathers corpse. if there was any solid discussion critiquing c2 happening, it was so drowned that actors who had nothing to do with the show told cr fans to stay away if that was how they treated their favorite creators wanting a break. it really didnt help that a certain disgraced talks machina host was firing potshots on twitter when the cast seemed to be just trying to take it all in, so more discourse was kicked up from him. in general besides all of that, you had the average death & even a few rape threats you would expect from the pits of fan entitlement. the way they were hardly the most notable of the insults hurled their way still rattles the mind. and thats just what i saw. my friends have claimed to have seen worse, but if we can help it we dont discuss it in detail, it's that bad. like i said, any idea of an actual conversation about c2 and how someone felt about it from an analysis perspective was not even a drop in the bucket; there was no actual discourse but rather spitting hatred pouring over that mistook personal grievances for excuses to mistreat quite literally anyone around them who didnt agree that threatening to defile someone was funny bittersweet revenge.

the thing is, after the c2 finale happened? i mean, a lot of folk didnt originally like it (i think it's generally pretty well liked now, and i enjoy it), but it wrapped up a lot of issues pretty well. all that terror & terrorizing over a fictional story was really for nothing. and even if it had ended undebateably badly did anything warrant that fallout?

there are of course a few other factors that seperate cast from fandom now. laura also got innumerable threats from tlou fans for playing some antagonist character, twitter is a dysfunctional shithole, and it's just rational the more popular you get to not be buddy-buddy with fans. but that was. a Time, for sure. c3 is a decent campaign but im far from the first person to note that many of its traits are set in trying to find vox machina's fixed story beats so no story beat is left "unturned" and being as un-m9-like as possible, even when they love the m9. a lot of the worst m9 fans now who harrass other campaign enjoyers and lament c2 being "an unloved middle child" are folk who never left the bitterness they held in that time. for as much discourse as c3 has kicked up i really dont think any of it compares to the sheer scale of what happened late may 2021, and im hoping with all my heart it never does reach that level ever again (i think c3 has a slightly smaller (at least online) fanbase compared to c2, and isnt marked by a pandemic hiatus, so hopefully that means something).

i hope i answered your question. i really hate remembering this time but sometimes i think it should be remembered so folk know what the cost of extreme parasociality is. the distance the cast has from fans now is not only earned but maybe should have always been there, so things never evolved to that extremity. but now it's done and gone. i envy people who watch cr on their own merits and didn't get sucked into twitter at the time; it has been fascinating watching folk say they love the travelercon/aeor arcs and the ending. rewatching later c2 really emphasizes how many complaints hinged on extremely online & parasocial headspaces - you definitely wont hear anyone nowadays say liam is a biphobic cishet abusing matt by not making caleb kiss essek yet. i hope new fans have a better time than we did. oh - and get off twitter.

#van speaks #asks #long post #really dont want to tag this as anything related to the show lol

[thekimspoblog]

Me: One of the most important scenes I still need to write for SK is the opening to Ep 6, where Kim tracks down her mom and visits her. Kim says to her mom that she forgives her for the neglect. Kim's mom says that she has nothing to apologize for; she did the best she could as a single parent living paycheck to paycheck. It's an uncomfortable conversation, and the reconciliation goes nothing like Kim had hoped it would, but the point is that if she can let go of the anger at her mother, Kim can let go of her own self-loathing.

It's not explained until 3 episodes later, but this was the moment Kim decided that if she still had time, she wanted a daughter of her own. That even if she can't give her kid a much better childhood than she herself had... her childhood wasn't ALL BAD; maybe there's enough to be worth passing on.

I'm very interested in how Kim's psychological baggage shapes her decisions, and getting more in-touch with her maternal side would be an interesting character study.

Friend: It sure would be a way to take her out of her usual context, as you said being a career focused woman. Would you go with her trying to balance her pregnancy, and eventual... Motherly duties with her career or she would need to leave her career on hold (I dont think she would do this, but you know, just to spin something) and trying not to resent the baby and/or eventually Jimmy himself for "putting" her on that situation? I may be asking something thats already on the fanfic jsjsjs now that I think about it

Me: In my original "Sheepdog" fanfic, there was more exploration of the idea that Kim doesn't really want this baby and how a surprise pregnancy triggers an existential crisis. But that prediction for Season 6 never came true, so "Sheepdog" was just a nightmare Kim had.

"Slippin Kimmy" which is my new story, picks up six years after the events of BCS season 6. So in this timeline, Kim has already been disbarred because of what she did to Howard. Her career is already ruined, so she might as well settle down at this point. Kim is still trying to help poor people, especially homeless women, but without a license to practice, Kim's boss recommends that she shift her focus to lobbying. Eventually, this leads Kim to fall in with a group of progressive evangelicals, and the Church is able to get Jimmy released on house arrest after only six years of his sentence. Impatient to make up for lost time, they get remarried and start trying for a kid.

So to answer your question... Kim's not a lawyer anymore, but she still has a career as an activist. They are able to lie low and just bask in the domestic bliss for nine months, but once Iris is born, the plan is for Kim to go back to work while Jimmy is more than happy to just be a stay-at-home-dad; he's tired and frankly a little agoraphobic at this point. Saving the world is his wife's job now; Jimmy just wants to stay out of trouble.

The joke is that between 2010 and 2016, Kim was still just trying to be a decent, quiet person volunteering in Florida. But after the election, she sort of SNAPPED. Gave up trying to be a moral person when clearly nobody else has been trying, and went back to doing the things that make her happy: chicanery and her jailbird ex. She didn't want to bring a kid like them into this world, when neither she nor Jimmy could ever function comfortably in polite society. But if the country is teetering on the brink of anarchy... actually maybe this is the perfect time to pollute the genepool.

There's definitely a sort of feralness with how I write her: she still tries to solve problems rationally, but she's learned to sometimes just act on instinct. The LAW has no interest in keeping her alive; her nerves and muscles are the only commands she can trust.

#kim wexler #jimmy x kim #bcs #slippin kimmy #fan sequel #headcanon

[sapphoisms]

You’re aware that the majority of asexual ppl are queer & not het, right? And that asexual lesbians are doubly at risk of corrective rape bc entitled men think they can “correct” both our sex repulsion & our romantic attraction to women w/ force? Cishet ppl claiming that asexuality inherently makes them queer are minuscule in their numbers compared to the sapphic asexual ppl that are made to feel unsafe always. Assuming all ace ppl are cishet & also not targeted is really fucking gross.

you are years late to the discourse but i'm pretty sure my stance has always been that ace people are not inherently lgbt as in i don't think cishet asexuals should think they're entitled to be part of the lgbt community. so ? never assumed all asexuals are cishet but they sure are the ones that have long sob stories about how they're oppressed just like us dirty queers !! i'm not really getting back on this but i'm just skeptical about how useful asexual is as a label.... especially since most ppl learn about it an 'lgbt (etc)' kind of context. i just think people have drastically different sex drives and it can change at different periods of life/depending who you're with/a variety of other factors and personally i think labelling that can cause other issues. i've heard a lot of stories about literal kids who got introduced to the term through lgbt spaces and ended up relating to the label 1. because they were young and rightly uncomfortable with the topic of sex & 2. because they were ashamed of same gender/multiple gender attraction/were dealing with gender dysphoria .

i believe "corrective rape" is still primarily related to lesbophobia in this scenario ?? but i could be wrong. i'm sorry you feel unsafe because that is truly unfair and it's never been my intention to alienate anyone lgbt

#rape // #ask to tag / #i feel 98% sure i never claimed all asexuals were cishet but i have had this blog since i was like 15 and i've definitely said stupid shit #so i apologize if i did and i'm staying out of this now bc frankly ppl can label themselves however they want #my main issue was with cishets trying to prove how oppressed they were which was at its peak a few years ago ig i can't process time

[yourmidnightlover]

never go back

Summary: spencer notices how your boyfriend takes advantage of you and finally does something about it.

TW: titty sucking, oral (female receiving), cheating, dom!spencer, scratching, slapping (only one), cursing, choking, spencer dirty talk lol, penetrative sex, creampie. *let me know if i missed anything*

WC: 3,724

A/N - i'm using noah as the 'other man' schtick in probably all of my future one shots bc i can't find it within myself to create a new character each and every time. so your douche of a bf will always be noah miller. if you ever get a nice bf i'll be sure to change his name but for now this is what we're working with. got it? got it.

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there are many things that people should go back to. schooling, maybe an old job, an old vacation spot.

your boyfriend was not one of those things.

mostly because your boyfriend sucked.

it was now a fact that spencer reid himself had come to believe quite a while ago and now, well now he had reason.

he had always felt as though you were too good for noah, similar for practically anyone in existence (himself included). he was always a complete ass to you no matter the circumstance.

there was one time the entire team had been back really late from a case that took a toll on all of you. it was emotionally and physically draining. the flight back had been delayed because of weather issues in the state you had been in, meaning you couldn't leave until days after it was solved.

any time you had gone to answer the phone, spencer would be able to see your stance and body language through the glass window. you had been apologizing for something you couldn't even control. you would narrow your brows the way you only did when you were being yelled at. you bit your lip the way you did when you were being made to feel guilty.

he was guilt tripping you for something you couldn't even control.

when you had gotten back it wasn't any better. noah had been giving you the cold shoulder. he was defensive when you asked what was wrong.

and that was only 3 weeks into the relationship.

after being together for 2 months, you had gotten flowers delivered on your desk. you assumed they were from your boyfriend, reasonably so, and went to go thank him. spencer saw the shock in your eyes when you saw your boyfriend huddled in the corner with some new intern. spencer saw the look in your eye change from sadness to anger in the blink of his own.

you took a deep breath, and walked away from the situation, completely missing the way he tucked the intern's hair behind her ear as he leaned in to whisper something to make her giggle. when you got back to your desk you threw the flowers in the garbage can, not even bothering to read the note.

it was pretty indirect, but looking into it he realized it was an issue that should've been addressed. every time the team would go out together, everyone was clearly invited. you would always decline because 'noah wanted to take me out tonight' or 'noah said he needs me, so i'll have to rain check'.

it wasn't because you were a bad person, the opposite actually. it was because noah was taking advantage of your kindness.

because any time you needed him, 'noah's out with the boys' or 'noah had to work late' or, here's a kicker, 'noah had a hard time at work'. as if you don't have a hard time looking at dead bodies while he just has to write up reports.

even when you got injured during a case, shot in the shoulder, noah seemed as though he couldn't have cared less. he wouldn't even go to your apartment to visit you while you were in recovery because 'noah didn't have time to visit'.

spencer could even recall when you went out with the girls one night, spencer being the designated driver, that you had told them how 'noah didn't want you to dress too provocatively so you had to wear something more modest'.

now, spencer doesn't care all to much about what you wear because, frankly, it's none of his business. but now that he heard how noah cared oh-so-much, he decided to wrack his brain for the 'provocative' outfits you've worn. there was not a single one that anyone should make a comment about. you looked stunning no matter what you wore, so you'd grab any man's attention no matter the clothing on your body.

but spencer? he made sure to never be that much of an asshole to you. he made sure to make up for him being an asshole.

he would grab you some morning coffee like you always had before you had a boyfriend. he would make sure to tell you that you looked lovely when you were able to go out with the team. he would visit you when you injured yourself and were lonely, he even stayed back for a few days with you to help you get through it.

hell, he was the one to get you the flowers. you had been having a rough week and spencer thought it might cheer you up. he had gifted you a bouquet of 12, blue chiffon flowers because those were your favorite.

but this was his breaking point. you had come to his apartment, once again in the middle of the night, talking about noah fucking miller cheating on you.

he had done it once before when he was 'out with the boys' you decided to stop by when he said he'd be back, wanting to just be the amazing girlfriend that you are. so when you walk in and hear your boyfriend moaning along with another woman that isn't you, you immediately run back out. you run back out and drive all the way to spencer's.  

and here you are again. spencer wasn't mad at you, it was noah he was mad at. he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

spencer had always liked you, no, he's always loved you. everything about you. how could he not? you're perfect.

but loving you how he does and seeing you being used as a toy to fuck for a certain noah miller not only made his heart ache but also made his blood boil.

spencer wasn't an idiot. he had heard the way the old morgan had referred to women. the thing is, noah is way more of a fuckboy than the old morgan ever was. and that scared spencer to pieces. he knew that you would only be missing out on team outings just to get fucked by a douchebag. he knew that the only reason said douchebag wouldn't visit you was because you couldn't fuck. he knew that the reason said douchebag was cornering that intern was to fuck her, too.

so when you arrived at spencer's place, this time you weren't crying. you were furious. you were angry and upset, as was spencer.

"he did it again, spence," you breathed out as you paced across his living room floor. "i was supposed to meet him in a few hours but i was going to surprise him and i caught him with another tramp! i didn't even confront him. i just- i just left!"

"cheated? noah?" he asked as if he didn't believe it at first, not wanting to seem like as much of a dick as noah.

"yes! cheated. god! i am so ANGRY!" you ran your hand through your hair, a grunt leaving your mouth. "and... and frustrated! and... UGH!" you sighed aggressively.

"and what?" spencer asked as he stood up, slowly making his way to you. "what else?" he said, his hand now brushing that stubborn strand of hair behind your ear.

"i-i'm..." you trailed off, getting lost in his beautiful eyes.

if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit how much you loved spencer. but you thought he'd never love you like that. not since you helped him through jj getting married. he really thought she was it for him, at least that's what you'd come to think he believed. over the years you had grown so much closer and grown such an attraction for each other that the other person knew about. it was ironic, truly.

"say it, y/n," spencer leaned over you, his lips ghosting over yours. "i need to hear you say it."

"god, just kiss me," you said, your hands flying to the back of his hair to push his mouth to yours.

there was no hesitation from spencer to give you everything he had. his hand on the side of your face remained there as his other hand drifted to your waist to pull you closer to his body. your tongues met fervently with covetous, passion, and longing yet with just gentle firmness that felt protecting and as if it was how everything was supposed to be.

"please, spencer," you quietly whispered once you unlatched from one another.

"please what, princess," he asked, his hand running through your hair.

"i just... i need you," she pleaded with him, her hands still tugging gently on his hair. "please," you put your foreheads together, breathing in each others air as you silently begged him to help you in any way that he could.

"i'd do anything for you," he whispered so delicately as if the entire team were standing right beside you. "you know i'd do anything for you."

"then do something," you demanded.

spencer took action by kissing you just as intensely as before, this time his hands went to your ass. he grabbed your thighs to signal for you to jump, once you did you wrapped your legs around his torso as he carried you into his bedroom. he set you down just in front of the bed before you began to undo his shirt, him returning the favor by undoing yours.

"god, i've wanted you for so long," he growled, nipping gently at your earlobe as he laid you back on the bed. "lift your hips," he ordered, you obeyed his every command. you always would. "good girl," he praised as he ran his hands down your now bare waist.

"please," you begged, your hips bucking up to get any source of friction. "spencer..." you trailed off.

"i know, princess. i know," he said before climbing on top of you, connecting your lips with his once again, this time much more eager than before if that were possible.

as you arched your back, he took the opportunity to unclasp the hook on your bra. you shrugged it off your shoulders to allow him to throw the bra somewhere else in his room. he finally took a breath, removing his lips from yours to admire the view in front of him.

"god, you're so beautiful," he growled before placing gentle but eager kisses along the tops of your breasts, massaging the one his mouth wasn't on.

he pressed his knee between your legs, allowing you to buck your hips up to get that release you wanted so bad. you whined as he took your nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking past it rapidly as he occasionally nibbled on it gently.

"spen-spencer," you ran your hands through his hair, tugging gently on the roots.

"mmm," he sat his head up, trailed kisses up your throat. "god, i love you so much."

"i-i love you," you moaned, pulling his head up to connect your lips together. "i love you so so much."

"i'm so glad to hear that," he huffed a sigh of relief. "because otherwise it'd be awkward when i did this," he began trailing kisses down your body, leading down towards your center. "i'll show you what it's like to be with a man that actually loves and respects you, yea? show you what it feels like to actually be pleased by a man? what it's like to be with a real man?" he teased.

his fingers trailed around your entrance, gathering your arousal that'd been building for what felt like ages. he pressed gentle kisses around your pussy before finally connecting his lips with your clit, a low groan emitting from your body because of the contact.

"yes, please," you shot your head back, relishing in the feeling of the direct skin contact.

"hey," spencer slapped your thigh, your head shot back up to see him between your legs, a truly beautiful sight that you'd never get tired of. "eyes on me," he demanded before going back down on you, not breaking eye contact as he brought out sounds from you that you weren't even sure you could make. "talk to me, princess. let me know how it feels."

"fe-feels so good," you sighed, taking your breasts in your hands and massaging them. "i-i can-can't even think," you stuttered out, too caught up in the pleasure to form a coherent sentence.

you had felt so good as he sucked on your clit, succeeding in bringing you closer to the edge than noah ever has, but when he inserted two fingers into your entrance...

"oh my fuck!" your hands shot down to grab onto his locks, pushing him further into your body, a low groan leaving him.

his fingers didn't stop their work. he curled them at just the right spot, sending you flying over the edge. spencer used his free hand to grab onto your thigh to keep them from closing in completely on his head, still working you through your high. he placed a kiss on your clit once more before he brought his head up to you, connecting your lips passionately.

"could noah ever make you come like that? huh? could he make you feel so good you could barely even think?" he grabbed your chin in his hands, holding it in place to look at him as you shook your head the best you could. "no?"

"mm-mm," you tried to shake your head 'no' once more.

"did you think of him while i was going down on you? were you thinking about how he fucked that little tramp?" he asked harshly, you shook your head 'no' again. "oh, what were you thinking, princess?" he finally released your face so you could speak.

"ab-about how well you know my body. about how, how good you looked between my legs. about how much i love you," you replied quickly, knowing exactly what to say.

"right answer," he connected your lips once more. "what do you want, love?" he asked, peppering soft kisses along your jaw where his hands once held your throat firmly.

"you. i-i want you in-inside me," you swallowed, your hand finding his and pulling it up to your lips to press a kiss to it, then another, then another, then another. "please, doctor?" you used your best puppy dog eyes you knew he couldn't resist.

"god, call me that again," he rasped lowly.

"what... doctor?" you took his hand and started sucking on his fingers, letting them slip in and out slowly and then moving onto the next.

"fuck, yes," he growled as he pressed another kiss to your lips before lining himself up at your center. "are you sure, princess?" he traced your jaw with the fingers you were previously sucking on.

"yes, sir," you nodded. "i'm sure."

you felt him slowly push inside of you slowly to allow you to adjust to his size. you had your suspicions of how big he was, but feeling him inside of you made it all much more real.

"fuck, you're so tight," he moaned into your ear quietly as he slowly pulled back out, going in just as slow.

"sp-spence-"

"wrong," he slapped your face gently, a whimper leaving your lips before he grasped your face to make you look him in the eyes.

"doc-doctor," you corrected yourself.

"good girl," he said, feeling your pussy clench from the praise. "oh you like that?" he felt it again. "maybe you just like hearing me talk, yea?" his pace began picking up slowly. "you like hearing how this pussy makes me feel? how tight... and warm... and wet it is?"

"u--uh huh," you nodded your head the best you could as he began thrusting much more rapid, hitting that special spot inside of you with each movement.

"it seems like you haven't felt this good in a long time huh? haven't had your pussy pounded like this in a while?" he asked as he was catching his breath.

"ne-never, doctor," you confirmed, hands reaching around his back and dragging your nails down, surely leaving scratch marks all down them.

"fuck," he growled. "noah never made you feel this good princess? never made you forget how to speak in sentences? never knew how to get you going like this?"

"n-no, no! never! god, never!" you cried as you pulled his body even closer to you. "i-i'm close, please!"

"you wanna come all over my dick, yea? you want to show me how much your pussy loves it when a real man fucks it?"

that was it to let that spring burst inside of you, parts flying everywhere. you cried his name as he worked you through your orgasm, holding onto his shoulders and hair to keep you grounded.

"cum inside me, please," you begged. "fi-fill me up."

"fuck, whatever you want, princess," he kept pounding into you at a rapid pace. "god, i'm gonna come inside you, and send you back to that scumbag of a boyfriend so he can see that you're mine now. so he can see what happens when his girlfriend is mistreated and fucked by someone who knows what they're doing, yea?"

"yea, yea!" you whined, nails digging back into his skin as he released his load into you, thrusting it gently back inside after.

"god, i love you so much," he moaned into your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek by your ear.

"i love you," you replied, stroking his hair to help him come down, him still inside of you. he began thrusting inside of you once again.

"don't want any of it to spill out before you get to him," he felt you clench around him one more time. "you're very responsive, princess. i like that about you."

"it-it's just you, spence. it's always been you," you pulled him in for another kiss.

this one was full of passion but not the kind of eagerness. it was full of desire and longing, pent up emotions flowing out into one another fluidly.

"now let me go see my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend," you huffed as he pulled out of you, wincing from the overstimulation. "i'll see you later?"

"i'll see you later," he pressed a kiss to your forehead before helping you gather your clothes.

driving back to his apartment, you felt rather giddy with yourself. should you have felt bad? absolutely not. he's a manipulative asshole who's used you for sex on numerous occasions, so he deserved the bittersweet irony of what was coming to him.

*get it, coming to him? lol i'm sorry i had to :)*

you knocked on the door softly, greeted by a rather chipper noah who grabbed your face as soon as he saw you, connecting your lips. his kiss was nothing like spencer's. his lips weren't as soft and tentative. they weren't plump and round, they were harsh and rough and unpleasant.

he quickly led you to the bedroom, not to your surprise. he sat down on the bed, you straddled his hips, acting as if it were spencer instead - which was pretty hard to do after knowing what he was like in the sack.

you felt his boner through his pants quickly after you got on top of him. then when he flipped you over and pulled your pants and underwear down, he was met with a surprise.

"someone's excited to see me," he chuckled before licking a thick stripe from your slit to clit, very aggressive to where it almost hurt to have the pressure. "god you taste so good, doll."

he continued at this for a while, inserting his tongue to your hole very once in a while and licking up yours and spencer's arousal with it. you faked your moans and whimpers as his ministrations became more eager, not really getting you anywhere.

after he was finished with your turn - no, he didn't even make you cum - he laid back on the bed as if he were waiting for you to get on top of him again.

"actually," you stood up from the bed, pulling up your clothes with you. "i'm done with this. we're over."

you watched his face as he took in the information just released to him. it changed from surprised and shocked, to confused, to disgusted, to angry and frustrated.

"what the fuck?" he sat up from the bed, a disgruntled look on his face. "you wait until after you cum to tell me this?" he walked over to you, arms flailing in the air.

"yea. i did. and by the way, i didn't cum," you informed him. "that's something you've never really been good at making me do. although i'm not sure how you've been able to convince me to do anything with the way you treat me."

"what do you mean? i'm a good gu-"

"shut up for one second, please," you rolled your eyes, running your hand through your hair. "i know you've cheated on me numerable times. i stayed because i thought that maybe there was a reason, but i've come to realize that i was just... settling with you," you shrugged.

"you've treated me like crap since this 'relationship' started and i'm tired of it. i know someone who not only treats me with respect and kindness, but can also actually make me cum. shocker," you chuckled.

"who is this asshole? what the hell-"

"i wasn't finished, sweetie," you spat out viciously. "he's not an asshole. you're the asshole. you're the one that's getting dumped. so this is goodbye," you turned around to walk out of his room before leaving him with one more thought. "how did his cum taste with mine?" you tilted your head innocently, smiling at his shocked face as he realized what you meant before walking out.

and you were never more glad that you didn't have to go back to him anymore.

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@muffin-cup​ @greenprisca​ @averyhotchner​ 

#dom!spencer #smut #spencer x you #spencer x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #cheating

[ramzawrites]

Hey, so I'm having a really rough time rn (dealing with bs from my friend group, we have to take my really old dog to the vet today bc we found blood in her pee and we're scared that she won't make it this time, I'm struggling with my mental health, I'm just kinda goin thru it rn ig) so I would love a comfort fic with the sbi maybe with the reader as their sibling where the reader is the one that always comforts the fam, but hides their emotions until (1/2, very sorry about splitting it)

(2/2) something happens that makes the reader have a full on breakdown? I'll leave the rest to you, it can be a good or bad ending, headcanons or one shots, anything. You can ignore this request if you want/if it makes you uncomfortable. Please don't feel pressured/guilt tripped to write anything from this, your mental health comes first and I'm sure you're already really busy. Reminder to eat something today if you haven't yet and get a drink of water <3

We are family - Reader and SBI!Brothers

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Wilbur, Technoblade, Tommy, (mentioned) Niki, (mentioned) Schlatt

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request <3

Summary: Y/N came back from an errand and surprises their brothers with their weird behavior. Trying to put on their usual smile, trying to hide away their real emotions but their brothers know them better than they inititally suspected. They could immediately tell that something must have happened.

Words count: 2060

Authors Note: I’m so sorry this took so long! I hope you and your dog are doing better! 💙 I wish I could give you more than words of encouragement and that I managed to get faster to this request, I apologize Please make sure to take care of yourself, alright? Take time for yourself to deal with the stress and anxiety! Make sure to stay hydrated and remember to eat! Even if it’s just something small!

Once again I apologize for the long wait, I felt really bad already and then I kinda put it off because I felt bad.

adhd hit hard again and haven’t checked for typos yet, but will get on it as soon as I can o7

On another note if you want to read another comfort fic; I have a small series called “A Painful Reminder” which is more angsty but the 2nd part is more about the comfort, if that is something for you 

Living in the SMP was chaotic, turbulent and at times downright painful.

Most people tended to gravitate to one cause or other people to deal with this. Holding on to something so they don’t get pulled under. Get buried beneath the chaos and the violence.

So having people like Y/N around was like a godsend. They were one of the few people that seemed to be able to withstand the constant waves of misfortune and stand strong. Be the rock to hold onto when everything got too overwhelming.

Wilbur, Technoblade and Tommy loved their sibling for it.

After Wilbur and Tommy got exiled with Y/N out of L’Manberg, they were there and cheered both of their siblings up. Immediately making plans on how to set up a safe home and collecting ideas on how to get back. They were the one who managed to get a message out to Technoblade and asked him to visit them. Maybe help them.

Wilbur often jokingly said that Y/N was the glue that held the family together, to which they would always reply with the warmest of smiles “I’m glad.”

And what he said was true. Whenever the family fell on hard times and they began to drift apart it was Y/N who pulled all of them back. Pulling them back to reality and giving solutions for their problems if needed.

Sitting down with Wilbur when things got to much. Listening to his thoughts and worries, letting his emotion run freely without judgement. While they looked worried for him, their comforting smile never faltered. Offering him solutions to problems if he wanted it, otherwise they gave him the chance to just air his own thoughts out. To be angry with him. Sad with him.

Working with Tommy on his own projects. Listening to his ideas and giving him a different perspective that could improve some things but also respecting it when Tommy wanted to do this his way. And while he liked to brag and pretend that some things didn’t hit him that hard, they were still patiently listening to him as he spoke about his own pain in a more roundabout way. Telling him that he was not alone and making him feel heard.

Talking to Technoblade whenever the voices got too loud or out of hand again. He would just walk over to them and nudge them away, asking them to talk about something, no matter what. He just needed to hear their voice and be able to concentrate on it. Tune out the garbled voices in his head with a familiar sound that calmed him down no matter what. Leaning against them, slowly falling asleep as Y/N told all about how they were happily working on their own farm and what shenanigans they got up to.

Y/N really was like the warm sun on a cold day. Warming them up and protecting them.

Yes, Y/N was strong. So strong that even Technoblade considered them stronger than him. Maybe not physically but mentally and emotionally.

A clanging of metal rung through the cave. Techno was training with Wilbur while Tommy was just watching. Cheering on Techno.

It wasn’t an unusual situation and something Y/N expected to see as they made their way down the staircase. Wilbur in full iron armor and weapon while Techno just fought back with his own iron sword.

“Hey, Y/N! Welcome back!” Wilbur breathed out. Sweat running down the side of his face as he stopped attacking his brother.

The three men looked happily over to their sibling who slowly walked towards them but soon their expressions fell. Something was off about Y/N and it confused the three.

Their smile was as always plastered on their face but it looked strained. Their eyes wide open, trying to look sincere and loving but the glassy look of them gave off a different picture.

“Y/N? You okay?” Tommy asked as he stood up from the ground. Taking a step closer to them which made them in return stop in their tracks.

Y/N was hugging themself, shakily opening up their mouth to answer but nothing came out. It was then when Techno got very aware of how they were shaking in general.

This all seemed so wrong. This shouldn’t be possible. It just didn’t seem to register fully inside their minds.

Wilbur made sure to get rid off his sword and armor as fast as he could, walking over to his sibling, trying to get a better look at them but they just avoided his gaze.

Staring at the ground, slowly shaking their head “It’s- It’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You aren’t. You really aren’t. What happened? Did they find you?” Techno asked, his voice full with worry. A bit of anger hidden as well.

Y/N had their own little farm in order to support Pogtopia. The potatoes from Techno were great but variety is important after all. Though they also had an abundance of wheat they usually tried to smuggle into Manberg for Niki. Trying to help her out as much as possible with her taxes and work.

This time Y/N nodded “They did… It’s fine though. I’m fine. I’m not hurt. It’s all good.”

Wilbur’s frown deepened “Usually when people have to be so adamant about being okay something isn’t alright.”

Tommy nodded, supporting his statement only to whisper to himself “Adamant? What does-“

But Wilbur continued “We are your family, talk to us.”

Y/N licked their chapped lips “I’m-“

The tears finally escaped their eyes and begun streaming down their face. Sobbing they fell down on the ground. Wilbur immediately followed suit, laying his arm around them and pulling them against his chest. His hand flew up to their head and begun going through their hair, trying to calm them down. Humming a soft tune from their childhood.

It was the first time in their lives they saw Y/N break down like that and it was quite frankly shocking.

Unsure what to do with himself Tommy squatted down “Um, uh, what- what happened?”

Techno was still gripping the iron sword in his hand. Pacing up and down. Manberg found them? What the hell did they do to make Y/N break down like that? His own sibling! Whatever it was he would make sure to pay it back a thousand times over.

“Tommy can you grab them some water?” Wilbur laid his chin on top of Y/N’s head, rubbing circles now on their back.

He didn’t even hesitate, jumping up to run towards one of the chests with food items that Y/N had always ready for them. Grabbing a water bottle and running back over. Happy that he could do something else besides staring.

Tommy then pushed the bottle towards Y/N who gratefully took it, putting some space between them and Wilbur as they drank some of the cold liquid which helped them to calm down.

“You ready to tell us what happened?” Techno stopped pacing around. His gaze purely trained on his crying sibling. Anger still rising in him just like the voices.

Screaming things like “Technosib! How dare they hurt them! Protect them! I love Y/N so much! Why would anyone hurt Y/N! They always help us! Let’s help them for a change! Technosib! Let’s go out and fight them! Yeah! Blood for the Blood God and Y/N!”

Y/N’s voice was still wavering and a bit scratchy from their sobbing as they begun speaking “Hey, hey! Techno don’t concentrate on the voices. Listen to me. It’s all good.”

This somehow made Techno angry. He threw the sword away and finally knelt down next to them as well so his face was on the same eye level as theirs “Stop. Please. Stop thinking about us for one second. Stop trying to not make us uncomfortable or worried! Tell us what happened! Please.”

He was basically begging at the last part. All his worry packed into it.

“Yeah, honestly you trying to make sure everything is okay for us makes us even more worried.” It surprised the others a bit that this came from Tommy but he was correct.

Tears fell down their face again “I- I was just delivering more wheat to Niki and someone must have followed me. They followed me back to my farm and- and- they burned my fields down. There were explosions. I- it was just my farm. I did not harm. Just, why does it always have to end like this. Why do all the good things always end like this. Why can’t this place let something be. There is always something.”

The farm was so important to Y/N. It was their little project they put so much sweat, love and work into. It was their home away from home. A place to retreat and enjoy some peace. This obviously was devastating. It was their one thing they had for themself. The one thing that wasn’t there for anyone else but them.

It was also clear that this seemed to be the straw that broke the camel’s back and it broke the three a bit that they only now seemed to notice this. That it took that long and their whole farm being destroyed for the realize this was heartbreaking.

“Who?” Techno urged but Y/N shook their head.

“I don’t know. Everything went so fast and I tried to save as much as I could but- but it’s all gone. It’s all gone.” Their voice jumped up an octave at the end, burying their face against Wilbur’s shoulder again. Silently sobbing.

It should have been impossible but Wilbur’s frown deepened and his expression turned more grim “Don’t worry. We will get back at them. We will get our revenge. They will see firsthand what they did to you, I promise.”

Shocked Y/N looked up, their red and puffy eyes wide open “Wil, that’s not what I- no revenge. There is already too much misery going around I just want this to stop. I just want all of us being able to live in peace.”

Wilbur should have known that Y/N was too good natured for that but he couldn’t help himself. He was just so angry. Angry at Schlatt and Manberg. That they went for him was one thing but to go out of their way to treat Y/N like this? Let’s just say he put it on the list in bold letters with reasonings on why he will get back at the Manberg faction.

“Listen Y/N.” Techno begun, his voice now calm again “Stop it. Just for once think about yourself. Stop thinking about others for once. You are also worthy of the same care you give us. Let us at least help rebuild your farm. You always help us with our projects, let us help you with yours.”

Tommy seemed to lit up at that “That sounds like a good idea! We could build towers around your new farm and make sure no one gets in! We could put down traps and all!”

He really wasn’t sure how to react but that was at least something he could do for them. As the past General’s right hand man, this should be something he can do. If he couldn’t protect his sibling how could he ever hope to get L’Manberg back.

Wilbur seemed to think about it for a bit but agreed “Yeah, how does that sound?” Though the dark glint in his eyes stayed. The cogs in head still running off with his own thoughts.

“You guys would? Since when can you guys build?” a dry laugh escaped them but it was a laugh nonetheless.

Both Tommy and Wilbur looked almost appalled at that claim while Techno just shrugged and nodded. Just looking around Pogtopia was more functioning than good looking after all. Y/N tried to pretty it up a bit but usually something always happened around here.

“Also Y/N, please talk to us more. Don’t bottle everything up. Please. We worry a lot about you and we love you. You always do so much for us, let us do the same.” Wilbur pushed Y/N a bit off of him and looked them deep into their eyes, hoping that this would really hammer in that this was a genuine plea.

As a respone Y/N wiped the tears off their face “I understand. I’ll try to remember that.”

“Don’t try just do it.”

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nasty habit (steve harrington x reader)

a/n: i will probably rewrite this sometime in the future bc i'm not happy with it but yknow, whatever. here goes nothing.

"That's a nasty habit, you know."

You looked behind you, seeing none other than Steve Harrington, who was watching you intensely as you took a drag from your cigarette.

"Fuck off," you replied. Steve hadn't talked to you since he started screwing around with Nancy Wheeler, and you had no plans on rekindling your friendship with that jackass. Especially not right now, at this party, while you were trying to have a smoke in peace.

"Have you always been so mean?" Steve asked, walking closer towards you.

"I dunno. Have you always been such a self absorbed prick?"

Steve was visibly taken aback by your harsh reply.

"Hey, come on, sweetheart. Don't be like that," Steve whined.

You looked at him in disgust. Who the fuck did he think he was talking to?

"Go away."

Steve sighed dejectedly. "I was just... trying to make conversation."

"Shouldn't you be up Nancy's ass? You know, like you were when I needed you?" you spat, resisting the urge to throw your cigarette at him.

"Look, I'm sorry," Steve began, "I-"

"Yeah, you sure fuckin' are, Steve. A sorry excuse for a friend– now get the fuck away from me," you said, cutting him off. You didn't wanna hear his bullshit excuses.

"We aren't together, you know, me and Nancy Wheeler," Steve mumbled.

"Damn, I honestly don't care. How many times do I have to tell you to piss off? We aren't old pals. Quite frankly I want nothing to do with you."

"Why do you have to be such a... such a..." Steve stumbled over his words before closing his mouth.

"Say it," you hissed, "Why do I have to be such a what, Steve?"

"Why do you have to be such an ass? I know I screwed up, okay, but damn... At least let me try to make it up to you. You won't even let me apologize," he complained, "I'm fucking sorry, Y/N. I should've never... done what I did."

"Fuck you, Steve Harrington," you said, keeping your voice low so that it wouldn't crack, "Fuck your apology too. I hate you."

There was a point in time where you loved him, more than anything, but now when you looked at him all you felt was disgust, and seething rage. He broke your heart, he used you, and here he was, acting as if a pathetic apology could undo everything he did. Ditching you for Nancy, breaking the promise he made to never leave you, leaving you heartbroken. You'd stayed in bed for weeks, too devastated to show your face at school, afraid you'd see them together.

"You slept with my best friend," Steve suddenly said, speaking with conviction. As if you sleeping with his friend for revenge amounted to half of what he did to you.

"What do you care? You're the one who left me," you retorted.

"I didn't– I– I don't fucking know, maybe I care because I'm fucking in love with you?"

"You don't love anyone but yourself."

Steve looked genuinely hurt by your words. Good, was all you could think as you looked at the pain written on his face.

Your cigarette was nearing its end, and so was your patience.

"Steve," you spoke quietly, looking at him with pleading eyes. "Just leave me alone. You can't fix what you did."

"Let me try," he said, stepping closer to you. "At least let me try."

Try how? What could he possibly do to repair the giant fucking mess he made? The wound may have healed by now, but your anger remained. It would take far more effort than he was probably willing to put in.

You looked Steve over, contemplating it for a moment.

"No."

He quite literally dropped to his knees on the ground in front of you, hands clenched together.

"Please. I'll do anything... Just give me a chance to make things right. It's okay if you don't ever forgive me, I just want to say I tried."

You scoffed, putting your cigarette out on the underside of your shoe and tossing the butt in his direction. It landed a few inches away from your desired target. "I'll believe it when I see it, Steve."

He stood back up, kicking at your discarded cigarette butt and closing the space between the two of you. "Look at me, Y/N. I'd do anything for you."

"How many idiots have fallen for that line before?"

"Stop."

You looked at him, curling your lip and furrowing your brow. "Stop? You fucking stop, Steve. You're just making this worse for us both."

"Please stop. Y/N, baby, listen to me... please."

"I'm not your baby. Don't ever call me that again."

With a sigh, Steve stepped down and turned to walk away. You watched him for a second before turning to light another cigarette.

"Those things will kill you, you know," Steve muttered. He must've thought you didn't hear.

"No faster than you will, Steve Harrington."

You waited to hear him walk away, but there were no footsteps. Just silence.

"Let me think about it, yeah? You really hurt me, you know. I can't just forget that," you spoke, your tone softer now, kinder.

"I know... I fucked up, really bad, Y/N. Letting you go was the worst decision I've ever made," he said, "And I've made a lot of really awful decisions."

You chuckled in agreement.

"Can I have a smoke?"

You didn't expect that from him, who'd always nagged you about your smoking habit ever since you started a few years ago.

"Absolutely not, dude."

Steve just laughed. "Yeah, I figured as much."

You watched as he pulled a pack of Camels out of his jacket pocket, slapping it against the base of his hand before taking one out and lighting it.

"When the hell did you start smoking? And why are you smoking my brand?"

Steve laughed again as he took a long puff from the cigarette.

"A lot has happened," Steve said as he laughed dryly. "And, well, because they remind me of you."

"That's the corniest shit I've ever heard, Harrington," you said, giggling earnestly.

"Yeah, well, it's the truth."

The two of you stood in silence after that, smoking your cigarettes in the cool night air as you listened to the muffled sounds from the party inside.

-

Somehow, you ended up in Steve's stupid car, sitting shotgun as he barreled down the roads towards your house. He'd almost gotten into a fight with some dude at the party for being a creep to you, and you had to physically drag him away. Steve had a tendency to start fights he wouldn't win, and as much as you disliked him right now, you didn't wanna see him get pummeled in front of everyone there.

"Would it kill you to like, not get into fights all the time?"

"Hey, I was just trying to stand up for you," Steve complained, looking over at you. "Or were you interested in that weirdo?"

"What if I was?"

Steve didn't laugh, but you did.

"Kidding, Steve, don't take everything so hard."

"Yeah? Like you took Tommy's–"

"Shut the hell up, don't even go there."

Steve laughed now, and you sank into the passenger seat, arms crossed. "You're so not funny."

Steve laughed even harder as you pouted. He was definitely not as funny as he seemed to think he was.

"Hey, humor is a good coping mechanism, you know?" Steve said, finally ended his laughing spell and focusing on the road again.

"Coping mechanism? Don't try and act like you even cared that I slept with him, you were so far up Nancy Wheeler's ass I wasn't even a thought in your head," you grumbled, looking out the window and away from Steve's stupid face.

"What? Of course I cared. A-and of course I thought about you, I never stopped thinking about you, you know," Steve said, the humor drained from his voice.

"Not enough to call, or talk to me, apparently," you replied, unaffected by his cheap words.

"I figured... I figured you didn't wanna hear from me," Steve said, looking over at you.

"I didn't, but here we are."

With that, Steve turned up the radio. Landslide was playing, and you sank deeper into your seat.

"Change this, please," you asked, not wanting to deal with the bad memories this song brought up. You'd spent too many nights crying to that song to hear it right now, in the presence of the reason behind it.

"You don't like Fleetwood Mac?" Steve asked, looking shocked.

"That's not it just- just change the damn song, okay? Please," you begged.

He listened, and a song you didn't know started playing.

"Are you okay?"

You looked away from the window, turning your attention to Steve. "What?"

"You just, don't seem like yourself, is all."

"You don't even know me anymore, Steve," you said begrudgingly. "Don't try to act like you do."

Steve pulled into your driveway and put the car in park before turning to look at you.

"Come on, Y/N, talk to me."

"No. Just drop it. Goodnight, Steve, thanks for the ride."

He grabbed your wrist as you turned to unlock your door.

"Don't be like this, please." He was looking at you with the most pitiful expression you'd ever seen.

"I'm not being like anything. Let go of me," you said, tugging your wrist away from his grasp.

"Y/N. I know something's wrong," Steve continued. He just wouldn't shut the fuck up.

"Drop it, damn it, Steve! I don't wanna talk about it... especially not with... you," you exclaimed, raising your voice at him to let him know you were serious.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You still hate me, but... I'm here for you, okay?"

"It's not... ugh, Steve," you gave up on getting out of the car. "I don't hate you."

"Really? Sure could've fooled me," he commented, staring at you with those big brown eyes.

"I'm just... hurt, okay? I'm still so hurt over what you did, the way you just... forgot that I fucking existed just because some new girl showed interest in you. Hurt over the fact that I wasn't good enough, I guess," you confessed, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Youve always been enough. I'm sorry I didn't see it before but... but I love you, Y/N. I'm so stupidly in love with you, even if you hate my guts. A-and you have every right to, after everything... but that doesn't change the fact that I love you."

"You don't love me, Steve," you said, trying not to start crying. "You don't love me. Please stop. You're just drunk."

"I didn't drink anything tonight," Steve said, looking you in your watery eyes.

"S-so what do you think this is? You come back to me because Nancy's with Jonathan now? To get back at her or something, or, or so that you're not alone?" you spat, suddenly angry again. "You could have anyone in Hawkins, so why don't you go break someone else's heart? You've done enough damage to mine."

Steve looked at you, bewildered and sad. "Is that... Is that really what you think of me, Y/N? I thought we were best friends, and you really think I'd do that to you?"

"I don't know what you'd do, Steve. I used to think I knew you, but you proved me wrong."

"You're not just some random person to me, Y/N. I still think of you as my best friend, you know? I wouldn't hurt you..."

"You already did."

"Not intentionally, Y/N. I- I was scared, okay? You were the best thing in my life and I was scared of screwing that up. I was scared of hurting you."

"Well, you sure as shit did it anyways, didn't you?"

Steve sighed. "What can I do? How can I prove myself worthy to you again?"

You sat in silence for a moment before replying, "I don't know."

Before you knew what was happening, Steve leaned in and kissed you. At first, you wanted to push him away, keep him as far away from you as possible, but you gave in and let him. You still didn't kiss back, but you let him finish the kiss. When he pulled away, he was looking at you with teary eyes.

"I love you, Y/N, I mean it. I'll do anything," he spoke softly.

"I said I don't know, Steve, I really don't," you replied, looking down, suddenly intrigued by his center console.

"I'm not going to leave you again," he said. "I promise. I swear on- on everything, on my life."

You huffed, unsure of what to say, or what to do. There was only thing that made sense to your emotional-overdrive brain right now. You leaned closer to Steve and kissed him.

The kiss was messy, and rough, and you didn't care. Steve's hands flew to your face and you tangled yours in his hair, neither of you moving to break apart until air was absolutely necessary.

"You do still love me," Steve mumbled, staring at your now-swollen lips.

"Of course..." you replied, covering your face. "I couldn't stop if I wanted to, and believe me, I tried."

He smirked at you and reached for your hands, pulling them away from your face.

"Well, that's a start, right?"

"Listen, it doesn't mean I forgive you," you told him sternly. "I still think you're an asshole."

"I can live with that."

More silence ensued, though it wasn't exactly as uncomfortable as it had been. Steve just watched you, and you shifted in your seat, nervous under his gaze.

"What are you looking at, idiot?"

"You're just so pretty," Steve replied, his voice barely a whisper. "I can't believe it took me so long to realize you're the one for me."

"Flatterer. You're just hoping I invite you in to have sex, huh?"

Steve's jaw dropped in surprise. "N-No! That's not it at all! Why would you say that?!"

You giggled and punched him in the arm. "Was a joke, Steve."

He groaned at your antics. "You sure make it hard to tell when you're joking."

You just laughed.

"Goodnight, Steve. See ya around, I guess," you said, jumping out of the car.

-

That night, you laid in bed, replaying the night's events in your mind. You went to the party after being convinced by some friends, not expecting to see Steve there. You hadn't seen him at all since graduation a few months prior, and were hoping for it to stay that way.

How you ended up kissing him in his car was beyond you entirely, but you weren't mad at how things played out. You now knew better than to fall for his pretty words, but you weighed the pros and cons and decided it wouldn't hurt to give him another chance. If you took his words at face value, he did seem genuinely sorry for everything that happened between the two of you, and all you'd ever really wanted was for him to be sorry.

You didn't think he'd ever want to be with you, but tonight's events proved you wrong. Truth be told, you were still wary of him, unable and unwilling to let go of the past just because he seemed regretful. But, as much as you hated it, you did still harbor feelings for him, deep down. Steve had been your best friend for years, your first everything, and you spent months desperately hoping he'd come back to you. Now that he had, it'd be a shame to let it go before seeing what would play out between the two of you.

The sound of the phone ringing surprised you out of your thoughts, and you jumped out of bed and trudged downstairs to answer it. Who the hell was calling this time of night, anyways?

"Hey."

Of course it was Steve. Who else would it be?

"Uh, hey."

"So, I was wondering... could you come over? My parents... they're not here, and I..."

"Nope. Try someone else."

"Y/N, please," Steve said, begging, "I don't... I don't wanna be alone, okay?"

You huffed, but he sounded so... sad, you couldn't help but feel bad for how quickly you shut him down.

"Fine. Are you coming to get me, or should I walk?"

"No! I mean, yes, I'm coming to get you. Don't walk, please."

Steve just lived a few streets over, so you didn't get why he was so against the idea of you walking, but you left it alone. "Okay. See ya."

"See you."

Steve arrived in record time, and you carefully checked your house to make sure all the doors were locked. Your parents were out of town and your brother was with his friends, so you were responsible for the house. After double-checking every lock, you grabbed your bag and keys and headed outside to meet Steve.

His BMW was parked in your driveway, headlights shining through your living room windows. Steve himself was on your porch, patiently waiting by the door like a puppy.

"Let's go," you said, heading towards the car.

Steve chased after you, bolting in front of you to open the passenger side door.

"Aw, what a gentleman," you teased as you climbed into the seat.

"You know it," Steve replied, smirking at you. He'd definitely been staring at your ass while you got in, but you figured you'd let it go for now.

When you got to Steve's house, he got out to open the door for you again and grabbed your bag. You stared at his butt this time as he walked in front of you, leading you up the walkway to his house.

"Nice ass, Harrington," you called out.

He ignored you as he unlocked his front door and opened it, letting you step inside.

"Nice ass, Y/L/N," he replied as you walked past him. You turned around and jokingly punched him in the chest.

"Shut your mouth."

Steve grinned at you, that stupid god damn shit-eating grin that made you melt, and leaned down close to you.

"Why don't you make me?"

Not wasting any time, you kissed him, pushing him into the door, and he kissed you back, grabbing your hips for balance.

"Hey, slow down," Steve murmured as he pulled away from the kiss. "You're gonna make me fall even more in love with you, at this rate."

"Good," was all you said.

After a while, the two of you found yourselves in his living room watching movies.

"Let's watch something scary," you suggested as you rummaged through his parents' movie collection.

"Can I pass on that?"

"Come on, Steve! You guys have The Legend of Hell House! I fuckin' love that movie," you begged.

"I'm just... not that into horror movies," Steve said, causing you to pout.

"Since when? We used to always watch them together!"

"Things change, okay? I'd... rather not talk about it," he replied.

You sighed in defeat, settling for Grease. It was one of his old favorites. He'd always compare the two of you to Sandy and Danny, back when he'd make you watch it at least every other weekend. Back when the two of you hung out on a regular basis, and there was no tension between you.

Despite your attempt to pick a movie that would hold his interest, Steve didn't seem enthused about the movie. In fact, it seemed as though he was in another world entirely.

"Steve, what's up with you?"

You looked at him carefully, noticing for the first time that night the dark circles under his eyes and the fading bruises and scrapes on his face. What the hell had happened to him?

"What?" Steve asked, looking at you as if he was clueless.

"You're not even paying attention to the movie," you commented. "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing, I'm just, thinking and stuff," Steve told you. You didn't believe him.

"You're lying to me, Steve Harrington."

After a little more prying, Steve finally cracked. Right there on his couch, he recounted to you all the events of the past months, everything from Will Byers' disappearance, his breakup with Nancy, the fight with Tommy and Carol, his adventures with the boys.... Steve told you about everything, including the Upside Down. He admitted to it being the reason he was afraid to spend the night alone, and honestly, how could you blame him?

You were rendered speechless by his story. All you could do was hold him while he talked about the horrors he experienced during the time the two of you were out of touch. What could you even say?

Steve's face was buried in your chest as you cradled him, the two of you sitting in silence as you rocked back and forth, stroking his back with your fingers. You didn't know what else to do besides hold him and let him cry, a sight you rarely ever saw. Steve was a pro at holding back his emotions, but you were thankful he decided to talk to you. It meant more than you could express, and you felt as though the bond the two of you previously shared was still there.

The two of you just sat and cried for a while.

"Steve, I-I'm so sorry, I had no idea you were... going through all that. Going through it alone," you whispered, his hair tickling your face as you spoke. "I'm so sorry. I was too busy being angry at you to even... to even care what you might've been dealing with."

Steve pulled away from you slightly, just enough to look you in the eyes. He held your face in his hands.

"Stop that. I wouldn't have let you get involved in that anyways, even if you tried. You were safe and unknowing, like, just like you should've been," he told you, staring at you intensely with his big brown eyes. They were red and puffy from crying, and the sight alone nearly brought you to tears again.

"Steve, I..."

"I know, sweetheart, I know," he muttered, pressing his forehead to yours.

"You could've died! You could've died and all I cared about was that you ditched me for Nancy!"

"You didn't know, babe," Steve repeated.

Something about the sound of his voice, the way he was looking at you, it was all too much. You jumped off of the couch and headed for the downstairs bathroom, where you could cry without Steve looking at you like that, without him trying to comfort you.

You didn't feel like you deserved his comfort, or his kindness. You'd known things between him and Nancy had ended shortly after they began, you'd heard all about it, but wouldn't swallow your grudge to talk to him. You had left him in the past, never acting on your desires to speak to him, to try and be whatever it is that the two of you were again. Steve had gone through literal Hell and you weren't there for him. You used to think he was the worst best friend in the world, but now... now you felt like it was you, instead.

You cried in the bathroom, sliding down to the floor on the other side of the door. You held your head in your hands, too ashamed to go out and look Steve in the face again.

A knock at the door.

"Y/N, you... you okay in there?" Steve's voice was quiet, barley a whisper. You could feel him leaning on the door.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you assured him, hastily wiping your tears. You jumped up and turned the sink on. "Just give me a second."

When you opened the door, Steve was right there, waiting for you in the hall. Grease's credit scene was rolling in the background.

"Steve," you breathed, looking up at him, unable to find the words to speak.

"Y/N."

"I love you."

The words left your mouth before you could think about what you were saying, about the consequences of what you said, about anything at all. All you'd thought about since Steve's recollection of events on the couch was how much you loved this man, and how there was nothing and no one else that compared. No matter how angry he made you, no matter how much you tried to hate him, it was never enough. You always loved him, all along, no matter what.

"I love you, Steve Harrington," you repeated, leaning against the doorframe.

He stepped forwards, closing the space between the two of you. You expected a kiss, but instead, Steve threw his arms around you, squeezing as tight as he could. You collapsed against him, trusting him to support you while your legs gave out. You sobbed into his chest, squeezing him back.

"I love you," he whispered, his breath tickling your ear. "I missed you so, so much, Y/N."

"I missed you too," you choked, trying your best to calm yourself. It wasn't working.

-

The next morning you woke up in Steve's bed, both of you fully clothed, a rare occurrence. You vaguely remembered Steve carrying you to his bedroom and the two of you climbing into bed and holding each other while you both cried. At some point you must have exhausted yourself to the point that you fell asleep, and now here you were. Steve was laying beside you, sleeping softly, like always. He looked so peaceful when he slept, despite the horrors he'd been through.

You rolled over on your side and touched his face, tracing your fingers along his jawline, taking in his features. You'd seen Steve's face almost as much as your own over the years, but each time you looked at him felt like the first. He mesmerized you.

Steve groaned, awakening at your touch, and you kissed his forehead.

"Good morning," you whispered. "Want me to go make breakfast?"

In reply, Steve wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. "Just stay here, we can go get breakfast in a bit," he mumbled, burying his face in your hair. "I just want to hold you."

Your face burned bright red, and you were so thankful Steve couldn't see you. He'd make some smartass comment about it, how he still made you blush even after all these years. You snuggled into his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I love you," Steve said.

You kissed his chest. "I love you."

"I missed this so much, you know? You, us... I was... so lonely without you," Steve muttered into your hair.

"I was, too," you admitted. You tried to keep yourself occupied with friends, with boyfriends, parties, cigarettes, beer, drugs– anything to keep your mind off of Steve Harrington. But he was one habit you just couldn't kick, and the proof was right in front of you as you laid in his bed.

"I need a cigarette, Steve," you whined, your voice muffled by his shirt.

"Nasty habit," he replied.

"You're by far my worst habit," you told him, slowly pulling away and climbing out of bed. "I can never get my fix."

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader

[mypimpademia]

Worth It.

Shinso x reader

TW: Swearing, reader steals a man, pure bad bitchery

Note: this concept has been in my head for literal MONTHS and now I'm finally writing it bc i had no idea how to before (i still dont know how to write it as I'm writing this, I'm bouta wing it like a mf)

I made Intelli the mean girl for this fic bc she a bitch fr

A college AU but its hardly relevant + a lil smau

Towards the end of writing this, I started hating it. I'm so sorry😭

I recommend this song too bc this is where the idea for this fic came from:

This was getting annoying to watch.

How long was Hitoshi planning to stay miserable with that girl?

Intelli and Hitoshi have been dating for awhile now. You had honestly never liked her, but you just barely tolerated her for Hitoshi. But only a few weeks into their relationship, things went to shit.

Intelli became overly controlling over him, and even tried to force him to stop being friends with you, and some other people. You, being his best friend, told him to break up with her.

Of course, Hitoshi agreed that it'd be best to do that. But not even a few hours after talking to him about it, he came back to say it didn't go as planned.

Intelli was holding blackmail over Hitoshi's head, and posed a huge threat to his dreams of becoming a hero. Most of what she said she'd expose was no where near true, but with her intellect she could easily make people believe it.

But frankly, as their relationship went on, the sight of even a strand of her hair made you want to either puke or fight her.

"Toshi~" Intelli cooed, coming up behind Hitoshi and wrapping her arms around his neck.

Hitoshi visibly cringed, but tried to hide it as best as he could.

"Hey, babe." He boredly muttered, doing a terrible job at faking any enthusiasm.

Unlike your best friend, you made no effort to hide the disgust you held for her sheer presence.

"Y/n..." Intelli muttered, her tone dripping with distaste for you, making you scoff. "Mind if I steal Toshi for a bit? No? Thanks-" She attempted to drag Hitoshi away by the arm, but you placed a firm hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"I do mind actually, we were in the middle of a conversation before you interrupted." You told her. She chuckled, before tugging on Hitoshi's arm more.

"Yes, but he's my boyfriend-" She attempted to give reason for her to take him away, before even Hitoshi stopped her.

"I've got a project I need Y/n to help me on, I can stop by your dorm later though?" Hitoshi suggested, lying through his teeth.

Intelli's eyebrow twitched, but she gave in, letting go of his arm. "Bye, Toshi." She said, kissing Hitoshi's cheek and looking you up and down, before walking off.

"Sometimes, I can't tell if she's just plain a bitch or if she's secretly a dumbass." You sighed. "Maybe she's a little bit of both..." Hitoshi chuckled, making you laugh with him.

"You really need to find someone new." You told him, shaking your head. "I know, but I'd rather not chance losing my dream career." He groaned.

"True... Whats your type anyways? I know its not Intell anymore, she's probably traumatized you." You giggled.

"She did, but I think my type is someone who can really understands me, and someone I can have fun with." Hitoshi said.

"Like a best friend?" You questioned him. "Yeah, exactly like a best friend. That'd be my perfect version of a s/o." He replied, expression growing soft.

Since Intelli and Hitoshi's relationship had gone down hill, you've been there for him more than ever. It eventually lead to this unspoken romance that constantly roamed between the two of you.

But because of Intelli, neither of you pursued it, for the wellbeing of Hitoshi.

"Well, if I were you, I'd find someone and just make sure the bitch doesn't find out." You told him. But if you were being honest, it was more like a suggestion, because he really did need, and deserve someone other than Intelli.

"Like cheating?" He gawked. You were both thinking the same thing— Intelli would likely find out. But it was better than simply being stuck with her, so you nodded.

"Well, I'd at least make sure the other person knows. But it'd be worth it."

'I'm worth it.' You thought.

You sighed, looking down at your phone, the time on your phone displayed.

"Shit, I've gotta get to class, we've got a guest lecturing us and my professor will tear me a new one if I miss it." You told him, stuffing your phone into your pocket.

"See you later?" Hitoshi asked you.

You were about to say something about how he told Intelli they'd hang out later, but decided against it.

"Yeah."

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You sighed, feeling your tired feet throb as you walked down the hall to Hitoshi's dorm. Taking one of your backpack straps off your shoulder, you began rummaging around the pocket where you usually kept the spare key to Hitoshi's dorm.

You blinked, as you weren't able to find the key in the small pocket. You began searching your entire bag in the middle of the hallway, taking nearly everything out.

"Shit." You mumbled, thinking you had lost it.

Then you remembered, 'Thats right, I was in a rush this morning. Its on my desk.' You thought to yourself.

Like hell you were going all the way back there though.

You placed your items back into their bags, then pulled out your phone to text Hitoshi.

You hummed, rocking back and forth on your heels as you waited for the door to be opened.

A moment later, you heard the lock click, and the door swung open.

Hitoshi looked you up and down before smiling. Then looked both ways of the hall, before tugging you into the room and shutting the door.

"Why are you treating me like a side piece or something?" You questioned him.

He hummed in confusion as he locked the door.

"Does it feel like that? Sorry." He apologized. "What did she do this time?" You asked, referring to Intelli, as she wash the only person the put Hitoshi this on edge.

"She said if we were doing anything other than a project we'd break up, and you know what that means." He told you, shaking his head.

You hummed, and pulled out your phone.

"What are you doing?" He asked, peering over your shoulder.

"You'll see." You blunty told him.

You sent your message, and tossed your phone onto his bed.

You grabbed onto Hitoshi's collar, tugging him towards you so he was looking you in the eyes, making his breath hitch as his face tinted red.

"You're crazy if you think I'd get you snitched on." You playfully consoled.

"What did you do?" He questioned again, watching you flop down on his bed as you kicked off your shoes.

"I texted Monoma and Momo to post about a project on private snap that only has Intelli on it so that it'll be more believable." You told him.

Hitoshis eyes went wide, as he mentally questioned how you came up with that so fast.

You patted the space next to you, beckoning him to sit with you.

He sat down, shaking his head and laughing.

You and Hitoshi talked for hours and hours, but it each flew by. When you finally checked the time, you barely had enough time left before dorm visiting hours were over.

"What? Already?" Hitoshi gaped, as he watched you sling your backpack over your shoulder.

"Mhm." You hummed.

He groaned, clearly not wanting you to leave, but sat up anyways so he could come see you out.

Hitoshi unlocked the door for you, but upon opening the door, you were both met with an unwanted sight.

"Hey Toshi!" Intelli greeted, completely passing over you even though she saw you.

"H-hey, Intelli." Hitoshi spurred, trying to keep composure.

"I came to help on the project. Even Momo was complaining, so I thought you could use some help." She offered, clearly not convinced that there was actually a project.

But like you said, you weren't going to let him get caught.

"No, we finished it." You told her bluntly, folding your arms across your chest.

But clearly, Intelli didn't plan on letting up either.

"Well then, I could proof read the written portion." She insisted, taking a step towards you.

"We already did that already."

"Well I'm sure there are some mistakes."

"We triple checked."

Hitoshi looked back and forth between the two of you, silently preparing himself to break up a fight.

"You must not get what I mean—" Intelli straightened her posture more than it already was, and leaned towards you. "There's probably mistakes because it was you helping him." She mocked.

Hitoshi already had a hand reaching for your waist, ready to pull you back in a situation where you lunge at Intelli.

"You wanna talk about mistakes? How about we start with you, bit-" Before you could take a single step towards her, you were being pulled back by your waist.

"Watch your dog, Hitoshi." Intelli retorted.

Damn, was she lucky Hitoshi could hold you back.

"At least I bite, unlike some people." You shot back. She narrowed her eyes, leaning towards you again.

"Y'know Y/n, you're not as good as everyone thinks you are. Everyone thinks you're so great, and nice, but I know how you really are." She said.

"You only think that because everyone's not you. Its no goddamn wonder your blackmail folder is thicker than you." You hissed.

Intelli, clearly flustered that you even knew about her blackmail folder, stood straight again. She crossed her arms and cleared her throat slightly.

"You think youre so much better than me. A better person, a better best friend, you probably think you'd make a better girlfriend too, right?" She asked you.

"Of course I do, who the hell wouldn't?" You chuckled.

You felt Hitoshi's grip on your waist loosen. Either he was getting just as angry and was going to let you fight her, or he thought it the tension was thawing.

"Alright, since you're so much better than me, show me." Intelli insisted.

You smirked. "Alright, you asked for it."

Slipping out of Hitoshi's grip, you turned to face him.

His brows raised in surprise and confusion. And next thing he knew, you had him by the collar for the second time today.

But this time, your lips were pressed against his.

It took him a moment to process, but soon, he melted into it. Moving in sync with you, he placed his hands back on your waist.

As much as you wanted to continue, you still had to tell that bitch off.

Pulling away from Hitoshi, wiping away the string of saliva that connected your mouths, you turned back to Intelli.

You walked straight up to her, and placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Toshi doesn't react like that when you kiss him, does he?" You hummed, hearing Intelli audibly gulp.

"Like you said, I'm a better person, a better best friend, and a better girlfriend." You repeated her words from earlier.

"I wouldn't lie to him, expose him, whether what he did was true or false, and i wouldn't hold him back from doing what he wants." You taunted.

"And the thing is—" You leaned in, next to her ear.

"I dont think it, I know it."

"I'm perfect for him." You whispered to her.

Intelli nearly toppled over in defeat, leaning against the nearest wall to support her body.

"Anyways, see you tomorrow, Toshi." You mused, before walking away.

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The next day, you met up with Hitoshi in your free time like usual.

You were aimlessly walking around campus, talking about random topics, laughing as you watched random people do stupid things, and just having fun.

Except now, you were hand in hand, and the air around the two of you seemed lighter. And the look of adoration you and Hitoshi shared was more evident.

But in the middle of it, of course, something had to happen.

Intelli had stopped you both in your tracks, her brainless groupies behind her.

"Did you know everyone is talking about you, Hitoshi? And with all the things they're saying... you might not be able to recover from it." She said snarkily.

"Not too worried about it actually." Hitoshi admitted, a slightly bored tone to his voice.

"Tch, well you should be. So tell me, was she worth it, Hitoshi?" She inclined.

Hitoshi looked over at you, a grin spreading across his face.

"Hell yeah."

#hitoshi x reader #bnha shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso imagine #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #bnha shinso x reader #my hero academia shinsou #shinsou headcanons #shinsō hitoshi #bnha shinsou #shinsou imagine #shinsou x y/n #bnha #bnha hcs #bnha headcanons #mha #mha hcs #mha headcanons

[charrfie]

Alright now that its officially Forzen Friday let's try this post again since it didn't show up in the tags last time-

I'M FINALLY MAKING A FORZEN HC DUMP (kinda AU-ish territory but not really idk exactly) AND NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME

There are also a few other hcs sprinkled in here related to other characters (like Darnold and Sunkist for example) but Forzen is the main focus!! Despite him being a minor character I latched onto him and fleshed him out sm yall have no idea

Everything under the cut bc this shit is gonna be LONG (and there's also some more doodles that take up a bit of space!)

Also uhh if people like this I might take one for another hlvrai character later bc I have a lot to say about everyone!!

Forzen moved from France to the US with his parents when he was around 12 or 13 (yes, I'm aware that Scorpy and Holly are French Canadian and not France French but that doesn't mean Forzen can't be, I'm just being sure to say this now before someone says something to me about it)

He wanted to go to college and eventually become a game dev, but he didn't have the funds or the support for it (his family thought anything to do with games would amount to a career that would go nowhere).

Because of this, he instead was recruited in the US military. He originally had no intent to join, but after constantly being harrassed recommended to join and being entertained with the concept of being able to afford and pay for college, he caved (hence him telling the science team that his only goal is "to graduate").

He doesn't like his job very much if that wasn't clear.

And neither do most others that have the same job like him.

He was put on a "team" of his own, Team Nice, which was likely arranged as a guaranteed way to get Forzen in the way of danger, and with no one else fighting beside him, he would be easily dealt with- no one would have to worry about him bothering them again. However, he somehow manages to survive all of this, of course. Somehow. He likely knows the real reason he was assigned his own team (if you can even call it that), but refuses to fully acknowledge it for his own sanity, and instead pretends that he's some big, important person on a team that ranks so highly, he's the only one qualified to be in it. (I apologize ahead of time for giving one of the most shitposty and throwaway characters in hlvrai this much depth and angst, there was just potential there leave me alone)

Fast forward to the actual events of hlvrai though. This hc is a little outlandish but I really like the concept!!! So, at one point, Forzen is killed, presumably by some kind of creature that was out and about due to the RenCas. The science team + Benrey stumble across him (act 2 part 2 at around 13 min in for anyone curious), and Benrey decides to use the healing beam Sweet Voice on him. While Benrey and Forzen may not be on good terms anymore, Benrey still very begrudgingly cares about him and didn't want to see him get injured or die. Forzen wakes up a minute or so after the science team exits the room, assuming that he just passed out, nothing more, and goes along with things as normal.

He meets Darnold a while after his first (concious) run in with the science team. Darnold has recently dealt with the science team and helped them out, but is pretty bummed that he couldn't travel with them, as everything was far too scary and dangerous for him. Forzen, wanting to escape Black Mesa and the military altogether, ends up making a deal with him that he'll handle all the dangerous stuff if Darnold can show him a way out.

Now, meeting Darnold is a very new experience for him, since Darnold actually enjoys his company, and actually wants to befriend him! At first, Forzen openly tries to act as if Darnold is a huge deal to put up with- he goes along with with the whole "if you're escaping outta this hellhole with me, you better keep up" kinda deal (despite the fact that he kinda NEEDS Darnold to escape and show him the way out). His walls are still very much so raised, and he doesn't let his guard down as he's not used to others caring about him and his safety. But as time passes, he begins to realize that maybe Darnold DOES want to be his friend, and the tough guy act becomes less apparent.

To preface this next one- Sunkist sensed that something was up (he has a next-level sense of danger when it comes to Tommy's safety) and got to BM as fast as he could, searching every hallway for his boy. This is when Forzen finds him!! He figures that taking Sunkist as a hostage would be enough to get extra info out of the team that's been practically plaguing him lately.

Darnold doesn't know about Forzen's plans to take Sunkist hostage, so is completely fine with traveling alongside him. At one point though, Forzen and Darnold get separated (Forzen occupies him, makes sure hes safe and then runs off to deal with Sunkist). Darnold immediately uses his surroundings to model a quick little teleporter device to get Forzen back, because, you know, the man's a genius. Idc if its logical or not just go with it shhh I've gotta fill in the plotholes with something. That's why Forzen disappears all of a sudden after he's cornered by the science team. He just pops back in front of Darnold suddenly, all confused and loopy from the whole teleportation thing.

As things begin to wind down, Darnold and Forzen make it out of BM and start making a break for it, no idea how they'll get away from BM and to safety somewhere- they didnt really think things through.

Fortunately (or unfortunately for Forzen really), however, G-man picks both of them up. He means to drop Darnold off at Tommy's party, as he observed that Darnold helped his son to safety and is grateful for it. Forzen, though, he intends to "deal with" for messing things up so badly with Tommy, Sunkist, and all of Tommy's friends. This is where Darnold finds out about everything Forzen did and frankly gets really pissed with him since he thought he only had good intentions??? Luckily though, Darnold convinces G-man to give him a second chance, let him go to Tommy's party and apologize, and try things again. G-man, for some reasons agrees- probably bc hes in a good mood, as it IS his son's birthday.

The party is pretty uncomfortable to say the least. Tommy's extremely hesitant to talk to Forzen, but he does, and they end up on neutral terms by the end of it. Uneasy, but neutral. Tommy and Darnold hit it off though, and Tommy opens the invitation to Darnold that he can visit his place anytime now that everything at BM is over with.

As everyone's getting ready to leave, Forzen mentions to Darnold that he doesn't have a place to stay, seeing as the entire military was kinda. Yknow. Wiped out. Obviously wouldn't wanna go back to check anyways. And he has no interest in going home to his parents. So Darnold agrees to let him stay with him since they've become good pals over the course of everything.

Over time, Darnold visits Tommy more and more often. He starts bringing Forzen along, which Tommy is iffy of at first, but their dynamic starts to change and become more comfortable once Tommy sees that Forzen isnt interested in being enemies anymore.

Sunkist and Forzen still don't get along for a very long time. Or, well- it's moreso that Sunkist is very wary about Forzen, despite him not doing anything to harm either Sunkist or Tommy.

Oh yeah and almost forgot to mention one of my favorite hcs (that I PROMISE you started out as a joke but then I got attached) is Sunkist can talk!! So his first spoken interaction with Forzen after Forzen comes over to visit for the first time is literally just him being all threatening and laying down the ground rules bc he doesn't want Forzen to hurt Tommy at all in any way. And of course Forzen about has a heart attack bc "HUH??????? THERE'S A DOG THAT IS SPEAKING HUMAN WORDS TO ME"

UHH I HAVE MORE (I've written out so much shit about dynamics and what I'd think would happen even after all of this) BUT I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE TOO LONG like it already is SO I SUPPOSE I'LL LEAVE IT AT THAT FOR NOW!!!! I hope this isn't too ooc either, I just have Emotions about this series and write too much so why not share it yknow

#forzen #hlvrai forzen #hlvrai #hc time #PLEASE let this show up in the tags this time i will actually cry if not i spent so long on this

[dilfbatman]

Hello! Patrochilles' love child Precy anon here. Again. Sorry to bombard you with these, but your headcanons are so good I can't seem to get enough of them... I'm practicly in love with them. So. My question now is how do you think Percy would find out that Sally is his birth mother and what would be Patrochilles' reaction? Again, no pressure, only write it if you really want to. Thank you for everything you wrote so far. Lots of love!

you have my heart & ask whatever my love and you shall RECEIVE! don’t apologize BC I LOVE MAKING THESE!!! <3 and absolutely i will :’) thank you again & lots of love to you!

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- so this has been ruminating in perseus’ mind when he finally got claimed and for some reason his brain instantly went there but was interrupted by chiron telling patrochilles & him to go to his cabin, and then after he ended up getting bombarded with all the training/learning/teaching of camp life + shouldering the prophecy & also just the mundaneness of school that he honestly didn’t think about it for a good while

- however, patroclus himself was thinking about it so much - he had talks with achilles and mentioned that sally not only made a beautiful book of prose about the demigods & gods (her book mainly centering about a young poseidon), he recounted that she gave them a bust of poseidon when she went to their apartment & gave perseus a trident necklace - he asked achilles what he thought of this & achilles took a while to ruminate bc he genuinely wanted to think about it, and he said it could be a possibility that somehow the fates all allowed their lives to intertwine like this

- it’s during a summer’s day in june where patrochilles & perseus are soaking up the sun near the strawberry fields at camp & for some reason perseus has this weird feeling in his stomach and he looks over to patrochilles and see’s pat in achilles’ lap while pat feeds him strawberries and he can’t help but smile & his dads notice and achilles playfully throws a strawberry at perseus that he catches in his mouth and giggles

- & then he hears his name being called in the distance and they all saunter over towards the front of camp and they all see someone they didn’t expect

- it’s miss sally jackson and she has a bashful smile on her beautiful face, and everything perseus thought that first day comes back flooding into his brain and sally comes to him while giving a kind wave to patrochilles and holds percy’s hand and tells him what he’s already suspected and he for some reason is in a weird limbo state of shock & relief & also he sort of felt this coming and he just feels a weight leave his shoulders and sally hugs him so hard and he just softly says “hi mom” and she has to hold in her tears bc she hasn’t heard her baby boy say that in gods knows how long

- and patrochilles are looking on with such... they’re so unbelievably happy for percy that he finally found out that sally is his legit mother, that poseidon is his biological father, and all the pieces have come together, but there’s a small part of their hearts that is a little sad & scared because they absolutely would honor percy wanting to live with his mother, but god they just love that boy so much

- listen their love is just SO palpable and sally notices it now just as much as she noticed it back then :’) she comes to patrochilles and holds both of their hands and gives them kisses on the cheeks and hugs them both, softly thanking them from the bottom of her heart for taking care of her baby boy and that they are the best adoptive parents, nay, the best parents PERIOD that she could have asked to take care of her son :’) pat & achilles blush and are so enamored and thank her kindly

- afterwards percy just bombards her with questions after telling everyone to come with him to his cabin and he asks her why didn’t she say anything? why didn’t she tell him that day she came? why did she put him up for adoption?

- sally answers all his questions with honesty, directness, and sincerity. she frankly didn’t know that he would be there & it was the doing of the fates and her own gut instinct that she should go, and she saw the familial bond between all of them and knew that percy was in good hands, and in terms for his last question. sally could not risk her baby boy to be hurt by any divine being, she needed him to be safe & she could not guarantee his safety if she was kept with him & she promised herself that he was most important in her life and it was so heartbreaking to let him go - yet she had a strong pull in her heart that he would be alright and safe :’) she did name her boy perseus after all

- she takes another look at patrochilles and they can feel her gratitude in waves and achilles & pat say that they are grateful that he was raised by such a caring, kind mother & how rare that was and how thankful they were that perseus came into their life, and how thankful they are that sally is in their life now too :’)

- and sally asks a question that was seemingly already in the air - and she surprises patrochilles by asking it frankly! she asks if she can sometimes come by & visit and pat is stunned bc he thought that she would just want to whisk percy away? and she laughs saying that she is a busy woman and percy is getting older, she wants him to have that autonomy and make his own choices and she knows how long he’s stayed w patrochilles and they are absolutely his parents! and pat is stuttering saying how she is absolutely welcome anytime and that he’d give them a copy of their key and achilles just winks at her saying that their door is always open :’)

- percy is so just filled w a sense of relief and just knowing that he has such a loving family around him? that care so deeply and would do anything and everything to protect him? he hopes that they know that he would do the same for them and that he loves them unconditionally <3

hope you enjoy my friend!

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[behindthemessenger-blog]

Heya!! I'm glad to see you guys are back ^^ Is it okay if I get a scenario with Zen getting upset bc he sees his S/O with this really good looking dude but when he confronts her it's actually her brother in law and he's like oH MY BAD (And then his S/O gets salty for Zen not trusting her)

Oof I can finally start writing again ;^) This one’s pretty long! I hope you like it!

Rehearsal was especially harsh on Zen today. The producer of his new play is someone he hadn’t worked with yet in his career, and frankly, he didn’t seem to admire Zen’s acting or his abilities. He had been shouted at by the producer to feel more emotion, sing louder, and look more fluid. As much as Zen hated to hear this, the producer was known for creating excellent musicals with only the best of the best. However, even with the pressure weighing him down, there was only one person keeping him going who shielded him from the harsh reality.

It was his lover, Y/N. She cheered him on whenever he was down and always managed to plaster a smile on his face, not to mention she was only the cutest in the world! Zen would do anything to protect Y/N from the beasts in this world, especially after the incident during the apartment. What would have happened if he hadn’t been there to save her? He shook his head and looked straight ahead with a stern face.

That was all behind him now. All that mattered was Y/N. He was actually coming home later than usual. Y/N usually called him during his break, but the that damn producer took everyone’s phones to get rid of any ‘distractions’ that may happen on set. Man, was that guy always so uptight? Zen let out a heavy sigh and realized that guy reminded him of that damned trust fund kid. However there was no time to think about it, Zen was actually on his way to fetch a special treat for Y/N to make up for not talking to her during rehearsal and coming home so late.

Approaching [insert favorite drink shop here], he glanced at the window and saw someone peculiar sitting at a table for two in the crowded shop. Stopping in his tracks, he looked closer and saw none other than Y/N. “Y/N? Why is she here…?” Zen thought, rubbing his chin. He scoffed and looked over to see that she wasn’t alone. The person in front of her was a well built man dressed extremely formal. His eyes were a piercing green and had chiseled features. He must admit, he was pretty handsome. Almost as handsome as him.

But just who was this competitor with Y/N? And why was he with her?

“She isn’t cheating on me…Is she?” Zen continued to think.

Y/N laughed and lightly punched the man on the shoulder.

Zen began to mumble to himself. “God, she’s adorable.”

Surprisingly, the man hadn’t spotted him yet and neither had Y/N. Zen’s blood began to boil as he watched his girlfriend continue interacting with this mysterious man. She has told him about an ex-boyfriend once; was this him? Was she being manipulated by this guy? He clenched his fist and growled quietly, he needed to keep calm. Y/N would never cheat on him, right? Right?!

He put on his shades and avoided attention to the best of his ability. Proceeding these actions, he sat an outdoor table in front of the shop’s window and peered through the glass. After another chuckle slipped from Y/N’s mouth, the man began to reach into the interior pocket of his silk vest. Slowly, he revealed a small box in front of you. Your eyes widened and a wide grin spread across her face. The man opened it, revealing a gigantic, shiny gold opal ring that was encrusted in diamonds. Zen’s heart froze as he watched her expression light up, cupping her face with her hands, her mouth was smiling wide open with her face radiating a light blush.

Zen couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Did this punk seriously have the nerve to propose to his girlfriend?! What were you doing with this loser?! He’s had enough. He slammed his fists on the table and stormed off into the store, the bell jingled and attention was immediately drawn to him, including Y/N and this handsome stranger.

“Y/N!” He shouted towering over the table.

“Zen? What are you doing here?” You asked, somewhat uncomfortable as you realized the scene he was making.

“What do you mean what am I doing here? I could be asking you the same thing! Who the hell is this guy and why are you with him?!” He caught the attention of several customers. He didn’t care about the stares being shot at him; he felt betrayed.

“Zen, please calm down! Let me explain-” You cooed in an attempt to drive the attention away from them. “I can’t! Why is this guy proposing to you?! Was one handsome guy not enough for you?!” The man looked just as uncomfortable as you. The man opened his mouth to talk but was immediately silenced by Zen.

Taking a deep breath you stood up and looked up at Zen. “Zen, this is my brother-in-law, Chanyeol.” He waved awkwardly. With the words “brother-in-law”, Zen’s face dropped as he looked at your angry expression.

“I said I would meet with him here to discuss his proposal to my sister. I tried to call you about it but you didn’t pick up your phone! Did you really think I would cheat on you, Zenny?” Y/N looked away, hot tears filling your E/C eyes. “Babe…I-” Before he could say more, you picked up your things and told him you were going home and stormed out.

He couldn’t believe this. The beast wasn’t Chanyeol, but him. Zen was alone with Chanyeol, he glanced towards him and gestured for him to sit where you were sitting just a moment ago. Chanyeol set his hands on the table as Zen shamefully looked down. “I’m…very sorry, Chanyeol. I just thought that Y/N was…” He looked away but Chanyeol caught his attention with a snap.

“I know love is complicated, and it’s okay. But I can guarantee one thing. Y/N loves you more than you may think. When I told her about the proposal, she was so excited! She started gushing about how nice it would be for a certain someone to propose to her too and how much she loved him to pieces. When I showed her the ring, she was just talking about how great it’ll be for her sister to see it. Nothing more.” With those words, Zen sighed and held his head in is hands. He messed up big time didn’t he? He should’ve trusted Y/N with everything he had. After all, that’s what relationships are for. Why would he doubt his faith like this?

Chanyeol opened his mouth to speak once more. “She loves you, Zen. And I know you love her just as much, maybe even more.” He held his hand out. Zen smiled and gave Chanyeol a firm handshake. He knew exactly what to do. “Now don’t let me stop you. Go get her!” Chanyeol smiled giving him a thumbs up.

Coming back to the apartment, he found you laying on the couch wrapped up in a blanket, a box of tissues lying on the floor. She looked up for a second then looked back down, avoiding eye contact. Zen slowly walked up to you. “Did you really think I would do that to you?” You whispered, sitting up.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I overreacted and I know you wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. It’s just…the producer made us stay later than usual and took our phones away so I had no contact with you! I went to [insert favorite drink shop here] to get you a [insert favorite drink here] as an apology for not coming back sooner and then I saw you with that good looking guy! I started to think I wasn’t enough because I’m not around you as much anymore! I’m really, really sorry, Y/N. I love you. I really do.” You smiled and got up to give him a hug. He wrapped you into his comforting embrace. “I love you too, Zen.” You spoke with a giggle. “No need to be jealous…”

“Oh, right!” Zen dashed to the bags he had set down and rushed them over to the table. “What’s this?” You asked. Slowly removing a container from the bag and setting it down, he slowly lifted the cover to reveal a [insert favorite cake here] cake with the words “I’m sorry for being a bad boyfriend” engraved in icing. He also set down your [insert favorite drink here] that he was planning to get you.

You looked at the cake in awe and laughed cheerfully. Smiling, you gave your boyfriend a tight squeeze. “Aaaah! I love you so much!” you shouted. Zen laughed and leaned closer to you. “You know…being married to you wouldn’t be so bad…” He whispered, giving you a well-deserved kiss.

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[nerdepic]

I'm afraid to ask this off anon but do you think it's weird to sometimes be triggered by callouts? I know people are trying to make this place better but my anxiety keeps telling me I'm a piece of shit and reminds me of every thing I have said that might upset people and I think that it's only a matter of time before everyone hates me more than they probably already do. I already second guess everything but now I stopped posting art completely and I'm afraid to let it be in any shows.

callouts have gotten a little out of control on the site (eg some kids made one for their friend about ‘hes guilting us into staying friends by talking abt death!’ when in reality they hadnt told him to stop or set up boundaries in the friendship and he was just trying to talk abt his mental health) but theyre still important.

 theyre usually made when someone has done multiple bad things that they are unapologetic about and also frankly Unforgivable things.

and i say unapologetic for a reason bc thats a big part of it. everyone messes up, and living in the society we do its easy to mess up in regards to social issues. i was raised in a very white place, with pretty gross ideas. i had to unlearn all that junk, and of course ive messed up in the past!!! you just gotta back away a bit and go “ok, i messed up here, im sorry, how can i move forward positively?” 

maybe even try and use the points raised in the callout to learn from?? like

ill give a little recent example: the taz graphic novel. im not in the fandom rlly but i saw jokes abt the novel and someone on my dash talking about it. i went to ops blog and theyd posted a lot of their opinions about the antisemitism of green skin taako and id never heard of it before so i used it as a learning opportunity. another user was talking abt the subtle racism of only making bad/evil characters people of colour etc and i used that to reevaluate my own stuff. its also why i really try and hone in on the fact i want people to correct me if i mess up bc im white and not religious, and definitely dont know as much as other people do. 

if you know now what you did is wrong, thats ok. just apologize and try and learn to be even better in the future. 

when you dont apologize, or make yourself the Pure Innocent Victim in that situation thats probably where youll look like a piece of shit. 

anyways long post and a ramble that might not even make sense but ?? yea