#some very interesting tw's lmaoo

[toji-girl]

heyy darling, i fucking love your workajshaljka, i love love LOVE the way you write toji UGH could you maybe do one of college au! toji? maybe when he was younger with the reader and how hed be in college?

18+ only content - mdni

hello there sweetpea, you are so kind 🥺🥺 thank you for the compliment!

tags: fem reader + some smut and fluff + both you and him are in your early 20s + weed + mentions of alcohol (it's actually canon that he doesn't like it) + mentions of pregnancy/having a family

Dating Toji in his prime was very interesting to say the least, he gatherd attention wherever he went. Being over six feet tall and nothing but bulging muscles you weren't all that surprised.

All the women were over him, even though you two were in a committed relationship and they knew it that still didn't stop them from coming up to him batting their eyelashes in hopes he'd reply.

The guys dubbed him the campus playboy despite him not being one, Toji was committed to you and only you, his eyes never strayed from you and your scent was ingrained in him so he knew when you were near him.

It wasn't just his looks you were interested in, he was very smart and thoughtful and funny, while being super charming. Toji never failed to make you laugh or feel flustered when he would whisper in your ear.

A lot of people thought he was a himbo, but that wasn't the case, he had it all, the looks and brains to boot.

There was another thing you really appericated.

When you were stressed to the max about classes and homework piling on, Toji just knew which would always result in your legs being pushed back, your knees pressed against your ears almost.

He knew that this way you couldn't think about anything but him and the pleasure he doused you in, with the way his cock was stroking in and out of your embarrassingly wet cunt that squelched with each rut of his hips that rolled against you expertly filling you so perfectly.

It was always too much in a good way, you felt so full of him that it made you feel dizzy as you clung to him chanting his name.

Toji loved to watch you fall apart on his cock and he enjoyed it when you marked him with your nails and teeth letting everyone know who he belonged to when he had you in his lap at the parties.

He wasn't shy about public displays of affections either.

Whenever he had the chance he was sure to slap your ass, especially if you bend over and you two are in your dorm where you both spend most of your time in your own little world filled with love and obsession that left you wanting more of him, he was your drug.

Toji was a lot of fun too, he didn't enjoy drinking alcohol though

But he enjoyed smoking with you while studying together, which happened a lot, you helped each other out the best you could and he was your biggest encourager and supporter always having your back.

It always mellowed him out, but it wasn't often that it happened, if you didn't partake he made sure to take a few puffs before coming to see you, all red-eyed with low lids that always made you ache.

If you did then you spent a lot of time curled in his lap while you two lay in bed watching a movie or reruns, you and he preferred to spend alone time together, only on occasion, going out with some friends.

For holidays Toji tags along with you to go see family after the first few months of dating and after a year they already call him son-in-law and watching him interact with your cousins made you think of how he would be as a father.

"You know I'd think we have a really cute baby, chubby too, maybe even a few of them." You murmured later that night when you two settled on your mattress that creaked with his weight as he shifted.

He cocked an eyebrow and smirked, his scarred lip curling which always caught your attention. "Don't tempt me darlin'. You'd give me fat cute little brats who I have to fight for to get your attention, you think you're ready for the competition?" He teased making you laugh.

You settled on your side as you threw your leg over his waist drawing him closer, your heartbeats turning into one as you stared at him. Toji couldn't imagine a world where you didn't have his babies.

His hands trailed up and down your back drawing random patterns as he tugged you closer to slot his lips against yours. "I am yes, are you up for it?" You shot back moving to straddle him with a grin.

After another year Toji proposed at the park where you two had your first date, the same spot you shared your first kiss as well, shortly after the wedding you ended up pregnant with Megumi.

Then you had two beautiful twin daughters who completed your family.

Twenty years later you still get butterflies when Toji stares at you, your tummy twisting with that feeling of being in love as you brush his silver-streaked hair out from his face.

#💌incoming #tw: weed #tw: pregnancy #tw: alcohol #some very interesting tw's lmaoo #toji x reader smut #toji x you smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader smut #toji x reader #toji x you #fushiguro toji x reader

[arlestial]

Hiii your pink theme is very cute i just wanted to ask could you mabye write boyfriend hcs for luna from bllk?

❝i regret you all the time❞

synopsis : He was a player, a womanizer. You were his top-prized desire : completely unreachable. But hell, he’d chase after you halfway around the world if he had to.

pairing : Leonardo Luna x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : angst and comfort at the end, a tad suggestive (nothing too extreme), a sort of ennemies to lovers ? (Uses of "womanizer" but the rest can be read as genderneutral)

word count : 2350~ words

author-note : Hi !! It’s been a long time since I’ve wrote for Luna, so I hope it’s good. Im actually extremely proud of this one. It’s not really hcs, I got carried away LMAOO. I was busy finishing One Piece, (btw don’t be shy and drop some requests in my ask box :)) Thank you for your request (and your kind words 💗), and take care of yourself ♡

LEONARDO LUNA never had to "search" for someone. Truly, he was a dick. Sleeping with women every nights, leaving without a note nor a call, the sheets still tangled from the activities the day prior. Simply, enjoying small pleasures where his job as a professional player leaded him to. And then he saw you, at a random bar while he was drinking with his teammates. Dancing with your friends, oh so gracefully, smiling and laughing with all your teeth, all prettily dressed. He swore he’d never seen someone as angelic as you. So, he smiled to himself, and with all his ego and his pride, an overly confidence, he walked to you.

Everything went extremely quickly. He was too stunned to speak, to let any sound escape from his lips as you walked away from him, rolling your eyes. His teammates never laughed so hard : Leonardo Luna, the og womanizer, just got humbled by being rejected ? He was mad. It was so embarrassing. His cheeks were flushed in a deep red, and he cursed under his breath. How ? Were you blind, perhaps ? It was the first time ever he got rejected by a woman, and he hated it. But for some reason, a reason he didn’t understand, he wanted to try again. He didn’t want to let you go, not just yet. So he hurried to follow you towards the exit of the bar, his teammates still laughing their asses off, much to Luna’s dismay. He wanted to grab your wrist, but he stopped himself.

"Hey, don’t you know me ? Like.. you live in a cavern or something ?"

You turned to face him, and let out a sigh.

"Actually, I just don’t care. I’m not interested."

Luna frowned. Okay, so you knew he was a famous soccer player. But you weren’t interested by any means ? He smirked. You were playing hard to get.

"Come on. Just give me one chance ?"

"Listen. You’re a player. Everybody knows it. I’m not interested when it comes to assholes who play with people’s feelings like you."

He scoffed, a cocky laugh escaping from his throat. Okay, maybe you were right. He liked your attitude. He leaned on the doorframe, a teasing grin dancing on his lips.

"You don’t find me attractive ?"

"I’ve seen much better."

And with these words, a mocking smile on your face, you left the bar, walking in the empty, dark streets without any worry. Luna gasped dramatically, and hurried to follow you in your tracks.

"So you’re gonna follow me now ? What a creep."

"Nah. Just walking you home."

"I’ve never asked you to do that."

"’M just being a gentleman."

You chuckled. His cocky attitude was pitiful.

"Didn’t know you were a chaser, after all. Disappointed because I haven’t fallen for you the first time you talked to me ?"

"I’m definitely not.", he smirked, "But for you, I’d be one, doll."

"Quit the petname, dude. We’re not together."

"Yet.", he corrected. You sighed, amused by his determination.

LEONARDO LUNA wasn’t capable of letting you go. Well, you piqued his interest, after all. He wasn’t used to be rejected, but you made this rejection so sweet, so intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough. He walked you home, and with a little persuasion (aka, promising you he wasn’t going to spam you all the time) he got your Instagram (he giggled like a teenager when he saw that you accepted his request on your private account.) Since that day, you were always there in his thoughts, day and night, more than he had excepted. It was a game of cat and mouse : him, constantly flirting with you, and you, ignoring or rejecting him again and again. His teammates were confused; he wasn’t the type to run after someone, it was quite the opposite. Luna was used to be a living fantasy for most women and men, he didn’t even had to try to please. But it was different this time. Always refusing to go on dates with him, refusing his gifts or his advances. You were completely unreachable, a hopeless and absurd desire of his. What Luna wanted, Luna got; and right now, he felt like a frustrated little child who had just been denied the toy he wanted his mother to buy him at the mall. And gosh, the more inaccessible you were, the more he craved- no, needed you. So, he took his phone in his hands, and once again, searched for your account in his Instagram conversations (actually, he didn’t have to search. You were on top of his contacts, probably because he decided that he won’t talk to anyone until you accept a date from him.) and texted you. You were peacefully reading a book on your couch when you heard a ding from your phone, followed by a buzzing sound. You closed your book and reached for your phone, watching Luna’s text on your wallpaper. (In all honesty, you were - each time - surprised to see a certified account sending you a message, before realizing that it was Luna. Again.)

4:47p.m. | leonardoluna : Hey, doll

just wondering if you were free tonight ?

- read at 4:48p.m.

4:51p.m. | yn.ln : hi, yeah i am. why ?

- read at 4:51p.m.

Luna smiled at the screen. He lied down on his bed, back pressed against the mattress as he waited for your answer impatiently.

4:51p.m. | leonardoluna : care to join me for dinner ? my treat, obviously

- read at 4:51p.m.

He rolled on his bed, his elbows now resting on the sheets. He sighed in defeat. You weren’t answering. You were probably gonna reject him again - with or without a proper excuse once more. He turned off his phone, throwing it behind him on the bed, frustrated and disappointed - wait. Did he just heard his phone ringing ?? He hurried to grab his phone, unlocking it messily, his eyes almost glued to the screen.

5:00p.m. | yn.ln : why not

- read at 5:01p.m.

You agreed ? A huge grin displayed on his face as he celebrated his victory with a disconcerting enthusiasm.

5:00p.m. | leonardoluna : coming to pick you up at 8, then ?

- read at 5:00p.m.

5:01p.m. | yn.ln : sure. sounds good to me

see ya then :)

- read at 5:01p.m.

5:01p.m. | leonardoluna : see you, pretty

promise you’re gonna like it. picking a good place rn

- read & liked by yn.ln at 5:03p.m.

He jumped off his bed, immediately calling a fancy restaurant to book a table. He knew the owner, so he arranged a table for you two. Luna thanked him. He wanted to kick himself : this stupid, huge grin painted on his face, that he couldn’t erase. This feeling was astonishing; maybe, it was his chance to pull you ! Finally, after all these efforts.

LEONARDO LUNA’s smile dropped, his joy fever slowly fading to a terrible dread. At first, he just wanted you in his bed. A one-night-stand without any worries, without fuss. But here he was, giggling like a teenager in love for a random person that wasn’t interested a single bit ? What the fuck was he doing ? He frowned. Was it a mistake ? He didn’t want to be in a relationship. It was too much to handle for him, the distance, the attention to give, the responsibilities that came in the package. What was he supposed to do, now ? He was anxious. He never felt anxious. He sat down on his bed, his face in his hands, exhaling deeply. He looked at your text, over and over and over and over again. You wanted to see him. He felt nauseous, probably for the first time in his entire life. And right now, the thrill of it all disappeared, giving way to a terrible, overwhelming, sensation of pressure.

You were standing outside of your house, rubbing your arms in an attempt to ease the goosebumps on your skin, arisen by the night cold breeze.

8:15p.m.

Maybe you should’ve stayed by the fireplace, at least for some minutes.

8:25p.m.

Okay, he was just late. A latecomer, huh. You should’ve wore something else, at least, not these short clothes.

8:35p.m.

It’s probably his job. Being a professional soccer player has its flaws, for sure. You should’ve called him, at least, to tell him you were waiting him to pick you up outside, like it was planned.

8:40p.m.

You decided to text him again - now, a bit worried. You should’ve asked him to meet at the restaurant directly, at least, to know where you were supposed to go. Perhaps he had a car accident ? You frowned, seeing his "online" status on Instagram. You looked at the conversation another time.

8:05 | yn.ln : sorry, I just got out, took a bit too much time to prepare lmao

you’re probably driving, so be safe

anyway, i’m waiting outside for you to pick me up :)

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:15p.m. | yn.ln : is everything okay ?

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:22p.m. | yn.ln : Luna ? It’s not funny yk

I can walk to the restaurant if you have an issue, just give me the address

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:40p.m. | yn.ln : for fuck’s sake, im worried, can’t you just answer the damn phone ?

where are you ??

luna ?

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:42p.m. | yn.ln : gosh, you’re here, I was scared something happened to you

i’m outside, is everything okay ?

- read at 8:50p.m.

8:50p.m. | yn.ln : you’re not gonna answer, are you ?

- read at 8:52p.m.

Tears in the corner of your eyes, you bit your inside cheek in a faint attempt to keep them from falling angrily on your cheeks. Your hands were trembling - from the cold, or from the frustration ? Honestly, you didn’t know. Obviously, he played with you. It was his goal since the very first night. How could you be this fucking dumb ? Naive ? He just wanted you in his bed, and he was tired already of his new toy, aka, you. So he threw you away, like he did with everyone else. You were too silly, artless, to think that someone like him could like someone like you. Incisive insecurities, bittersweet thoughts, appalling regrets, permeated your mind as you turned off your phone, deciding to take a walk outside to soothe your nerves.

8:54p.m. | yn.ln : you’re a fucking asshole. i should’ve listened the rumors about your mf face.

how could I believed you ??

srs, go fuck yourself.

you are the biggest regret I’ve ever had

- read at 8:58p.m.

8:59p.m. | yn.ln : go on, spend your whole life fucking people like they actually want you, ig.

- read at 9:00p.m.

Maybe it was childish, but you needed to get those feelings out of your chest. You were disappointed, felled even. Your friends warned you, but you haven’t listened. How could you ? He was so nice to you all the time, always asking about your day and all. You always refused to go on dates with him, thinking he was just playing for a night with you. But after one month, you sincerely thought he wanted a deeper connexion with you than just sex. And you were wrong, of course.

LEONARDO LUNA never drove this quick. He was probably like - at 110 k.p.h on a 50 k.p.h road. His hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear lever, pulling the car out of the intersection. He haven’t even cared about the others that were honking several times because of his awful (and dangerous) driving, his thoughts were busy, because of you, and only you. He was so stupid. So fucking stupid. To think that it was a bad idea to talk to you, to get accustomed to your texts, to your honey-like voice when you were calling him. He liked you. Maybe even more, he didn’t know. He parked his car messily on the sidewalk, getting weird stares and side-eyes from passers-by. He spotted your walking figure and immediately ran after you, his breath short and unsteady. Good thing he knew where you lived since the night he walked you home, one month ago. He bit his lip when he grabbed your wrist, and you turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks. He hated himself, right now.

9:11p.m.

"You ? Fucking bastard, leave me alone." You sharply said, trying to get away from his grasp. He immediately took you in his arms, one of his hands resting on the back of your head, stroking your soft hair. He shoved your face on his chest, trying to reassure you.

"I’m- I’m so sorry. I got nervous. I’m just not used to feel this kind of things towards someone. It’s the first time; actually. I was scared. Scared of being rejected with true, heavy, feelings, this time. I beg you,", he inhaled, his voice wobbly, "please, forgive me."

"I can’t trust you.", you mumbled, your voice muffled by his clothed chest, trying to push him away as harshly as you could.

"You can. I didn’t think- fuck. It’s hard to say that. That I could fall for someone so quickly, so easily. It’s so simple to talk to you, I’ve never felt so comfortable around someone in my overall, miserable existence. I want to give you my whole heart, my whole soul, okay ? I fucked up, I know. And I truly don’t deserve you. But I can’t help, but being selfish again, one last time, please, just wanting you, your smile, your laughs, your soft touches, wanting you by my side permanently. That’s all I’m asking for. A second chance, because I don’t want anybody else to have you. I want to be the one you come home to, the one you think of when life is all troubles and worries."

"Look at me. Tell me you hate me, reject me over, I’m not worth your attention. But I won’t stop thinking about you, I’m just not able to do it. Don’t let me down. Please."

You tilted your head up, seeing his green eyes wet already. His trembling hands wandered to your cheeks, gently stroking them, as if you were made of porcelain that his sins could shatter into tiny million of pieces, in a instant.

He leaned and pressed a tender kiss on your lips, his free hand searching so naturally for yours, intertwining your fingers together. When he pulled away, he gave you a small, weak smile, as if he’s seen his whole world being destroyed by a zephyr. You returned the smile, as he wiped away your tears.

"Promise not to let me go, then.", you answered in a whisper, your heart beating at an unsteady, loving pace.

"I won’t."

You both laughed slightly at the cheesy scene, his enamoured gaze drowning into yours.

"Now come on, honey, we have a date to attend to."

LEONARDO LUNA thought that, at first, you were a challenge. A cocky challenge, egos swinging, wondering if he could pull you like he always did with everyone. What Leonardo Luna wants, Leonardo Luna gets. However, now, he was just a puppy running after you, completely smitten. He liked to say that he was in charge, in control : but everybody knew that you had him wrapped around your finger.

#leonardo Luna x reader #leonardo luna #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock leonardo luna #blue lock leonardo luna x reader #blue lock x gender neutral reader #anime #anime x reader #manga x reader #manga #luna x reader #leonardo blue lock x reader #luna blue lock x reader

[samsspambox]

howdy! i did a thing!

tw: medical procedures

i think i've mentioned this before on here but i've been having stomach issues for years (i legit dry heave after every meal. and when i get nervous/any strong emotion. it's so annoying) and i finally got my doctor to refer me over to a gastroenterologist. so! after a 15 minute visit in november, i was scheduled for a Upper Endoscopy, which happened earlier today at a hospital!

now, i've been lucky enough to never be admitted to the hospital before, so this was a first for me. i was scared shitless. that and it was cold, so i couldn't stop trembling LMAO

anyway! i had to go under for a few hours and it was the weirdest experience of my life. and also had some funny bits lol.

when they first hooked me up to a heart monitor, my heart rate Would Not Go Down. it wouldn't fall under 120. the nurse was like 'deep breaths' and i wanted to laugh bc i am an Anxious Person. 120 was as low as it was gonna get LOL. it'd always spike when someone new entered the room too, which was the funniest thing. the person who came to help with my IV was like 'are you okay'? yeah, i was okay. just nervous and scared lol. the IV guy was so nice and even tho he had trouble finding my vein, he only stabbed me once. thank you IV guy.

when the anesthesiologist came in, it was so funny too.

anesthesiologist: do you have any anxiety or depression

me: yes

anesthesiologist: ...one or the other?

me: oh! whoops, both. sorry about that.

and then came the time that they actually put me under. it was so weird. the doctor hadn't even finished saying 'you might feel a little burning' when i just clonked out. the whole world started bubbling and i went 'oh this is weird' and bam, i was asleep. granted i think only having 3 hours of sleep on me helped LMAO

i ended up coming to in recovery! and fairly quickly too, i think they were just finished moving the bed to the spot when i started talking even if my throat was sore. which was also another funny interaction in my opinion LMAO

me, still mildly out of it: is it over?

nurse: it is. you just rest up and then we'll move you to another room.

me: my mom is in the waiting room, can she come in?

nurse: i'm afraid not, sweetie.

me: okay. thank you for taking care of me

nurse: you're welcome. would you like a blanket?

me: yes please, thank you.

let it be known that i am a polite camper!! look at me, using my manners LMAOO

idk how long i actually spent in recovery since i was still mildly out of it and i didn't have my watch or phone on me. they wheeled me out into another recovery room with a heated chair and plopped me down and then got me apple juice, which i was hella stoked about. they then called my mom and she walked into the room, but at this point i was much more lucid and happily eating a graham cracker.

me, looking at my mom who's looking for the room i'm in: oh! ma! hello!!

mom, hearing me and walking over: ay mija! what did they do to you? you're all pale!

me: really? i feel fine though

mom: yes really, you're pale!

me: hey at least i'm awake and conscious enough to tell you how to get out the parking lot

mom: you're right

and then i got discharged, but had to wait a little bit bc my mom got lost inside the hospital and had just made it to the car when they sat me on the wheelchair (a wheelchair!! pushed by a nurse!!! idk i was just very surprised bc i felt like i would walk it on my own and i know it was policy but huh!!) and then we went home at around 9. for context i was at the hospital since 6am, and the last time i was able to check time was at 7:20-ish, so i was out a solid hour and a half.

and then when we got home i crashed and then ate some soup.

this experience was weird. going under was an interesting experience. i hope i never have to do that ever again LMAO.

#sam rambles #sam's adventures #they actually ended up doing a biopsy as well #so i'm in mild discomfort but since i ate i drank some pain meds #recovery time was really quick! and that means i get to help my mom out tomorrow #which is what we were worried about #cuz then she'd have to prep christmas dinner all alone

[letssgolesbians]

january 2023 reading wrap up

if i stay by gayle forman 3 ⭐️ - i didn’t love the romance bits of this, but it was a quick fun read with a likeable main character who was a musican (like me!!) and it was very unique and not something i’ve read before

starfish by akemi dawn bowman 4.5 ⭐️ - this was heartwarming yet emotional. i loved the main character and she had a clear goal, the writing was good and it made me very feel things lol. i wasn’t too engaged at first but once i got around 70 pages in i couldn’t put it down! this is on kindle unlimited :)

wintergirls by laurie hale anderson 4.75 ⭐️ - BIG TW FOR ED, very triggering for some but i was hooked. i enjoyed the ending and it gripped me, i liked the main character and how she was flawed yet you could see her motivations, very education about mental illness and extremely sad, unique prose - LHA never misses

sabriel by garth nyx 4 ⭐️ - an interesting, well written fantasy. i liked the main character and her animal companion, was fun to read but took two weeks, amazing worldbuilding and very easy to understand! i have the second book ready to read, was a good read and if you need an escape from our world this is amazing. gifted by my dad for xmas.

speak: the graphic novel by laurie hale anderson and emily carroll 4 ⭐️ - the art style was sometimes hard to see but it was well told and paced steadily, i love melinda sm and really relate to her and definitely felt angry on her behalf! fun read and nice art style haha

ellie pillai is brown by christine pillainayagam 3 ⭐️ - the main character was delightfully awkward, wasn’t super entertaining but a good book nevertheless. i liked ellie a lot but sometimes she annoyed me.

the agathas by kathleen glasglow 4 ⭐️ - i have now read every book by her!! such a good mystery, very gripping but i kinda guessed the ending which is rare for me, but loved the mc (i wish they were sapphic tho!!) and the plot was well written

the midnight game by cynthia murphy 4 ⭐️ - surprisingly fast paced for the time period it happened within, liked the characters but didn’t get their motivation too much, fun and easy and i read in one day, i will check out her other books for sure!

+ loads of hp fanfic lmaoo

#bookaholic #booksarelife #mentalheathawareness

[izzy-b-hands]

The return of Calico Jack! Wound care! No, seriously, this gets NSFW in a very gross way. If that squicks you, I'd give this one a skip (tbh, it even grossed me out writing it, if that says anything lmaoo.) That's a TW for emetophobia, wounds, wound care, and surgery here.

Otherwise, some Stede and Jack bonding, kind of! Izzy is having a Fucking Time of it, but he's gonna be okay. And Ed is just my dear ray of sunshine trying to be helpful to everyone about this whole mess. Also, Roach deserves everything he wants and a pay rise because jfc does he have a task here.

Also there's probably some inaccurate wound care both current and historical here, but I did my best going off memory from clinic research courses and what additional research I could stomach before it made me feel sick lol. Pls forgive any major fuck ups 😅

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"Steve!" Jack cheered. "Pull me up, buddy!"

Stede didn't mean to stare, but the gaping wound in Jack's torso was distracting. "Have...have you been floating out here this entire time?!"

Jack nodded. "Salt water stings like a motherfucker!"

"Ed!"

Ed trotted over and immediately gagged. "Jack, what the fuck? I thought you were dead!"

"You can't kill Calico Jack!" Jack cheered. "Not that easy! I am so dizzy!"

"How are you still just...floating?" Stede asked.

"Well Steve-"

"Stede," Stede corrected.

"Right, Sten-"

"Stede," Ed interrupted.

"Yeah, I know, Stebe!"

"That's not even a fucking name, you twat," Izzy spat, joining them at the rail.

"Izzy!" Jack grinned. "Didn't miss you."

"The feeling is mutual," Izzy snapped. "I have a harpoon-"

"Wait, what?" Ed asked. "Why? When did you get that?"

"Does it matter?"

"Little bit," Ed scoffed. "I've never found a harpoon."

Izzy stared. "We took out at least four whaling ships over the last two years alone."

"And?"

"Ed, where else would they have harpoons laying around?!"

"A harpoon store, I don't fucking know!"

"I think we're getting distracted from the main issue here," Stede interjected gently. "Izzy, do you happen to have two harpoons, and would you be interested in teaching me how to use one?"

Izzy's eyes lit up. "In this case, absolutely. Do only have the one, but we can pull it back out and let you take a turn."

"No one is harpooning Jack!" Ed shouted. "Mostly because he'd apparently survive it no problem."

"King of stayin' alive, baby!" Jack crowed. "Can y'all actually pull me up though? Keep getting these fish all nibbling on me. Tickles, but then it hurts!"

"Oh," Stede sighed. "Pull him up."

"With what?" Ed asked.

"If I may," Izzy said. "Once again, I'd like to suggest the harpoon-"

"Izzy!" Ed shouted. "Enough with the harpoon!"

"Fine, fine," Izzy muttered. "Almost no good situations for a harpoon, then you finally get a chance and no one wants to use it!"

"Oh for fuck's sake," Jim shoved them aside, one by one, and tossed down a large net. "Get in!"

"In the net?" Jack asked.

Olu jogged over and patted Jim on the back. "I know. Deep breath. He's probably fairly sick with that...hole, in him, so he's not thinking clearly."

Slowly, Jack crawled into the net. "Now what?"

"This," Jim replied, and yanked the rope holding the net tight. With Jack safely netted, they dragged him up and over the rail.

"Here," Jim sighed. "He's your problem now."

"Actually, he's my problem," Roach said as he walked over. "Isn't he?"

"You are our surgeon," Stede said with an apologetic smile.

"Yeah, yeah," Roach muttered as he bent down to free Jack from the net and examine his wound. "Okay, so...is that a fucking rum bottle? That's a fucking-"

He stood up and held up his hands. "Ed. I'll do my best, but I am guaranteeing nothing, because he's using it to store fucking rum!"

"Where else was I gonna put it?" Jack asked defensively. "Got a free extra pocket, why not use it?"

Stede and Izzy shared a glance as they gagged, but Ed knelt down to look closer.

"Jack, mate. That's not where that goes. Well, not like this at least. May I, um..."

He grimaced as he pulled the bottle free, only to jump up and vomit over the rail.

Stede braced himself to have a look. "You've got your coin purse in there! Money is filthy, Jack, that's so bad for a wound!"

"Well, like I say, I was trying to be fuckin' resourceful!" Jack shouted. "But apparently that's not acceptable here!"

"There's resourcefulness, yes, but this..." Stede spluttered. "Come on now, Jack!"

"Side note, it has been stuck in there for some time," Jack said. "Izzy, you wanna be a peach and see if you can't get that out?"

Izzy was incredibly pale, but nodded. "Sure I will. With the fucking harpoon! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"As you can clearly see, I have a bad wound and my money is stuck in it," Jack said matter-of-factly. "Keep up, Jizzy."

"No need to be rude," Stede said, then steeled himself, reached forward, and tugged on the purse strings.

The rush of... something, that burst forth was the final straw for Izzy, with Olu and Jim catching him as he passed out.

Roach, on the other hand, was intrigued. "Huh. Well, you cleaned a lot of it out with that. Nice job, Captain."

Stede nodded, holding the disgusting coin purse out in front of him. "I'm going to be sick."

He tossed the purse aside and joined Ed over the rail, who had resorted to deep breaths in between fruitless retching.

"The smell is so bad," he murmured to Stede. "How the fuck is he still alive?"

"Not by the grace of any god," Stede replied. "Because that's just cruel. I know he's seemingly okay with it, but oh my god!"

"Okay," Roach sighed as he knelt back down. "For the sake of everyone else, we're gonna do this out here to help the stench."

"Smell of success, baby!" Jack grinned.

Roach laid a hand on his forehead. "Yeah, no, that's an infection and a fever."

"But I'm still alive!"

Roach nodded. "You most certainly are. Who wants to help?"

Stede helped Ed back up from the rail, and raised a hand. Mostly because the rest of the crew had immediately and understandably skedaddled, except for Olu, Jim, and Izzy. Though Izzy was still pale, leaning on Olu and looking like he might pass out again at any moment.

"Awesome, full care team!" Roach smiled. "No? Well, I'm excited for it. Usually doing most of this shit on my own, but this is one there's no way I can do without help."

"Can I have that rum back?" Jack asked.

Ed gingerly picked it up by the neck, and handed it over.

"Alright," Jack took a long swig. "Let's rock n' roll, motherfuckers!"

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"That doesn't go there," Stede said with a heavy sigh. "At least, I don't think it does. That's his... gallbladder? I think."

The surgery had been ongoing for the last two hours, with minimal success. Mostly because what was left of Jack in that section of his torso was in a less than ideal state.

"No, that's..." Roach turned it one way, then another. "Nope, sorry, you were right. Okay, that goes here then. The liver-"

"I know that one," Ed said cheerfully, though he grimaced as he took it from Roach and squished it back into place.

"I hate every second of this," Izzy muttered, eyes cast away from the ongoing Jack puzzle. Jack had insisted Izzy hold one of his hands during the procedure, and for reasons unknown, Izzy had agreed. If Stede had to guess, it was likely because Jim and Olu had dipped out after the first organ was readjusted, and holding Jack's hand was one point of contact to focus on to keep from passing out again.

"I know," Jack said. "That's what makes it more fun for me, Jizzy."

"Enough!" Stede snapped, and pinched the side of what he presumed was Jack's pancreas. "We are trying to help you; could you at least stop that shit!"

"What shit, Stebe?"

He pinched again, and Jack yelped.

"Ed, he can't fuckin' do that to me!"

"Everyone shut the fuck up!" Roach screamed. "This bit is delicate!"

They watched as Roach pulled a few other things from the wound, much to Jack's delight. There was: a pocket watch ("Been looking for that!) A small crab ("That's Ed Junior!) A wanted poster for himself ("They did a real lovely job on that drawing of me, I had to save it!")

"Okay," Roach sat back on his knees. "Jack. I need you to listen to me."

Jack nodded.

"Do not put anything else in this wound. Ever."

Jack sighed. "But-"

"No! No more anything in here, unless it's a salve or packing bandages!" Roach said sternly. "I will fucking sew you a bag myself if it keeps you from shoving anything else in here!"

"I know something Ed could shove in here," Jack winked.

Ed frowned. "You know that's too weird, even for me. Besides, I mean... it's a compliment, I suppose. Do appreciate that, but it isn't that big, and this wound is huge-"

"Please." Izzy swallowed hard. "Please stop. I am picturing it in my head, and I don't want to be."

"Fair," Ed nodded. "Roach, what's left?"

"Sanitizing, then wound packing, then we wrap him up and hope for the best," Roach replied. "And I'll be saving our liver stew for a different night."

"That would be best," Stede agreed. "Could even skip dinner tonight, or I probably will, at least."

"What about sewing him up?" Ed asked. "Shouldn't we do that?"

Roach leaned over and patted his shoulder. "Where exactly would I sew to what, man? I can't just create more skin for him."

"Got a bit of extra canvas, for the sails?" Jack asked. "Not skin, but would that help?"

Roach nodded hesitantly. "That actually might work. Izzy, can you-"

"Thank fucking god," Izzy cut him off and dropped Jack's hand, running off to find some spare canvas. Though at this point, Stede figured he'd cut apart their already flying sails if it meant the surgery would be over.

He returned with a large rectangular chunk, and dropped it by Roach before sitting back down to hold Jack's held out hand with a grimace.

"I can put you out for this bit," Roach said. "I mean, kind of. Better than being totally awake."

"I'm drunk as fuck; go for it," Jack nodded with another swig of rum.

Roach winced, and held a small bottle of antiseptic over the wound. "Count of three. One, two-"

At two, he poured it in.

Even Jack wasn't immune to that sort of pain, and it took all of them to hold him down until it subsided.

"There you go," Stede tried to smile, and wiped some sweat off of Jack's brow. "Almost better."

"That hurt worse than the fucking cannonball," Jack croaked.

"It'll help though," Ed said. "Now?"

Roach picked up a bundle of bandages. "Now, we pack. Just for a few days for now, to see if it soaks up any more infection hiding in there. At least, I've seen that work before."

"What about getting it back out?" Stede asked.

"Uh, well," Roach sighed. "This is why we aren't sewing him up right away. I want the canvas on hand and ready in case he does better than expected, but we'll have to clean and repack every day until then."

"This is fucking boring, and I wasn't hurting until now," Jack snapped.

"I can put you back in the ocean, if you want," Roach snapped back. "Shush!"

Jack looked appalled, but he did indeed shush.

"Almost done," Ed said as Roach worked.

"You're the one that got me hit, don't fuckin' play all nice," Jack grumbled. "Actually, all three of you fuckin' did this to me!"

Stede shrugged. Indirectly, they sort of had done so.

"Oughta kill you all," Jack growled.

"What did I say about shushing?" Roach asked. "Okay, now we need him up so I can wrap all the way around."

It took Izzy and Stede to pull him up, with Ed at the front ready to catch him if he fell that way. But finally, they were done.

"Gonna borrow your bed, Izzy," Jack said as he wandered off towards the closet Izzy had made into his room. "Hope you don't mind."

"I'll find you a new cot," Stede reassured Izzy. "We'll burn the old one once he's healed."

Izzy nodded. "Thank you."

"Of course," Stede said. "Besides, he'll probably...leak a little, as he heals, so-"

Izzy raced for the rail, barely making it before what little was left in his stomach reappeared.

"That one is my fault," Stede admitted. "Sorry about that, Izzy!"

--

"So I'm good?"

"I literally did not say that," Roach replied. "I said, Ed and Stede are going to hold you down while I sew the canvas on. It's going to hurt, and take some time because it's thick material. Then, we keep an eye on it for at least another week or two. Then, maybe, you'll be good."

"So, more or less, I'm good?"

Roach pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Hold him. Let's get this done."

They'd attempted to sound proof the galley/surgery with a few towels tucked under the gap of the door, but even so Stede knew everyone could hear Jack shouting.

"It'll be done soon," Ed said softly. "I mean, not really, but if you pretend it will be, that might help."

"Just kill me," Jack mumbled.

"Now," Stede scolded. "You made it through us playing around in your guts, and you want to tell me you can't handle this?"

Jack blinked. "What?"

"You heard me! The impossible to kill Calico Jack can't handle a little needle and thread?"

"It is a rather big needle," Roach admitted.

"Shhh," Stede hissed. "Let's not remind him!"

"Can you hold my hand?" Jack asked. "I mean, not that I want a weirdo like Steve here touching me, but-"

Stede grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Stede."

Jack nodded. "Stede. Thanks, man."

It felt like ages, watching Roach work and wiping sweat from Jack's forehead. Ed kept him in sips of rum to try and help distract from it, and helped mind the thread as more needed unwinding.

"Okay," Roach sighed, then grinned. "Welcome back! To... not having a giant hole in your torso."

Jack looked down. "Not bad. It's gonna stop hurting eventually though, right?"

Roach nodded. "We'll keep salves on it to stave off any infection, and some of them will help the pain. After that, there might be some residual aches here and there, but that's to be expected."

"Shall we get you back to bed?" Stede asked. "Can't imagine you want anything other than sleep now."

Jack nodded. "I don't wanna make things weird but, thanks again. All of you. Probably would have died eventually without this."

"That's not a probably, you would have died," Roach said. "You literally had organs all over the place."

"Yeah," Jack chuckled. "Sure did."

Ed took Jack's feet, and Stede grasped under his arms to carry him back to Izzy's room. There, Jack was out not more than a minute after they pulled a blanket over him.

"Think he'll be okay after we drop him off wherever he wants to go?" Ed asked as they walked back out to the deck.

Stede grabbed his hand and held it. "I'm sure he will be. He can stay here as long as he needs anyway, so we won't leave him anywhere until he's in decent shape."

Ed studied him curiously. "You still sort of hate him, don't you?"

"We are very different people, with very different interests and concerns," Stede said. "But...oh, I don't know. It's what I'd hope someone would do for me."

Ed pulled him in for a kiss. "Thank you. I know he can be an ass, and I'm not exactly happy with him myself after..."

"I know," Stede said. "Not exactly water under the bridge, but-"

He shrugged. "Better than before, at least."

--

"Get these today," Roach instructed. "Not tomorrow, not in a few days, today. You should be fine, but you'll want them on hand just in case. And if anything feels off, smells odd-"

"Go find a surgeon," Jack interrupted with a grin. "I listened!"

Roach smiled. "Alright. No more cannonballs to the torso, okay?"

"No promises!" Jack joked as Roach headed back to the Revenge. "So. Y'all don't wanna stay for a bit longer?"

"Are you going to miss us?" Stede teased.

"Ehh, I suppose I might," Jack blushed. "Not so bad, hanging out with all of you. Even Izzy."

Stede smiled, though he was grateful Izzy wasn't around to argue with Jack. He'd understand why, but, all the same. No, Izzy was near the beach, holding a Viking funeral for his old cot with the rest of the crew.

"We'll probably run into each other again," Ed said. "Hopefully not under the same circumstances though."

"Like I said, no promises, but I'll do my best," Jack said. "No, I think I'll wrestle a sea turtle, have some rum, then sleep out here under the stars."

"They have an inn," Stede said. "We could get you a room."

"Nah, I'm good."

"Well, if you need us, come find us," Ed said. "Easier said than done, but you know what I mean."

Jack nodded, clapped them both on the back, and wandered off towards the port's tavern.

He walked towards the beach with Ed, hand in hand, to join the funeral for Izzy's cot. "What are the chances he gets hurt wrestling a sea turtle?"

"Pretty decent," Ed frowned. "We should maybe stay the night."

"Just in case."

#text post #ofmd fic #i have to admit calico jack is growing on me more and more #not unlike bacteria grows on a gaping wound lmaooo #tw emetophobia #tw wound care #tw wounds #tw surgery #i think i got the major potential triggers tagged for but if i missed on #or if anyone needs any sort of tw tag added here pls let me know and I'll add it asap!!!

[callilouv]

CAL CQL CAL (read tw first before answering it might be well, triggering)

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ahem tw mentions of me possibly being dead, ppl digging up graves as well as possessing shit

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you know how i have a zhobgli body pillow? if one day i pass, what if i ask someone to bury it with me so that i can possess it. then when some grave thieves dig my grave up to find an already possessed bpdy pillow, sell it or somethinf, and then i'll haunt simps

OOH OOH or

asking my friends to chip in money to make me a zhongli statue for my grave and the i can possess that, so when ppl walk past my grave i could follow them and scare the shit outta them

LMAOO BB HOW DO U EVEN THINK OF THESE, these r some very interesting and unique thoughts WHAJBXJ

OK but haunting simps actually sounds really fun Ngl FJSNBX I’d want to do that when I become a ghost tbh🌝🌝

#🔎 .. 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 #📎 .. 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓: 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒

[spearbj1]

unveil track: easy 

faceless

#stray kids #skz #stayshub #bystay #flash tw #my once again very late contribution lmaoo #never done faceless before??? this was rly interesting to edit #some of the colors don't match whoop #oc

[running-with-kn1ves]

I haven't seen any fanfics or headcanons for Blackheart (from the movie Ghost Rider). Could you do it if possible?

Girl.. when I tell you my family hates this movie, I mean they HATE IT LMAOO-- I had never seen it b4 so I watched it just for you anon~~ (And bc I'm genuinely going insane at home.) And lemme say-- I get why you asked for this;;; Lowkey blackheart's got that snarky dickhead vibe that just;; kinda attractive man, if yknow what i mean;; But also lowkey I just wanna... punt him. He just looks very punchable :D very submissive and breedable 

TW: violence, abusive behaviors, toxic relationships, daddy issues.

He's definitely that spoiled rich kid with daddy issues type-- so mans got very little remorse for others, and is a slight sadist (obviously.)

If he EVER had a darling... well lets just say it would not be a fun time. He would have a very niche and specific type of person that he’s attracted to. He gives me very horny bisexual vibes, but he’s only really like that because.. he can be that way. Using an kind of sin he can to take advantage of the one he’s infatuated with, and manipulate them into his hands, if he needs to in the first place. In all honesty, he’d likely just take his darling immediately, not even trying to swoon them. 

Considering he’s currently trying to take over his father’s reign, he’d be very busy, fuckin around and trying to track down the contract to inherit those thousands of souls. He strikes me as a very... conflicted lover.

He’s legit made out of evil, born and raised from everything awful in the world. To feel an emotion like love would be overran by possession. 

He’d see his darling as someone who’s so interesting, a useless human who somehow managed to captivate his interest. Because of his goals and his place as a demon, he doesn’t ever see himself as being capable of love or pure emotions. 

If he ever felt something like that, it would be immediately tossed over into becoming possession and desire. 

Blackheart is childish in nature; if he doesn’t get what he wants, he will throw a fit. He’s not afraid to hurt the one he loves, especially if they were immune to his abilities. But its even worse if they aren’t; he likes to cause pain, especially because it makes him feel less conflicted. If he hurts his darling, it makes him feel like they’re just like everybody else-- just a toy he can petrify at any moment he wishes. Even though subconsciously he knows they aren’t; and he wouldn’t purposely ever kill his darling. 

If he were to have a darling, I imagine he’d be captivated by the kind of person who helps him despite his scary nature. He’d be beaten and bloody, not feeling a thing. But here comes this human, fussing and causing a racket about how in pain he looks. 

Even if his darling understood that he wasn’t human, they’d still probably help, thinking under the guise that everyone deserves kindness, especially those who are kept in the claws of evil-- whether voluntarily or not. 

Blackheart does feel some semblance of pity, but its only because of the unfairness; he’d hurt his darling left and right, over the tiniest things. Internally, he’d feel a bit bad, understanding that they don’t really deserve his punishment. But this sympathy comes in VERY RARE waves. You can’t expect Mephistopheles's son to feel remorse. 

He’s not a very affectionate obsessor; honestly he really just likes the small almost human-like interactions with his darling, like talking to them about small things, even if its about how painful their wounds are or the fact that they want to go back home. 

Blackheart’s minions would be watching his darling most of the time, taking shifts to make sure his plaything would have the utmost protection, and are mildly comfortable. He’d think he’s only keeping his darling as a toy, just a thing to take out his rage. But really he wants them because of his infatuation, though he’d never admit it. 

Despite Blackheart’s wish to understand these strange desires of possession over someone else, he’d likely end up killing his darling. Either out of rage from their lack of attention and care, or even just because he can’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that he feels strange feelings for another being. He’s only ever focused on his own needs, not caring who gets hurt along the way. 

After killing his darling, I think he’d feel a lot of guilt. They were the first person he’d ever met who had been genuinely kind to him, despite his title as being the son of Mephisto.

He’d go along with his goals, trying to forget his darling and focusing on the ghost rider. But it would be difficult; every now and again when thinking about how he’ll finally rule hell, he’ll be disappointed, knowing that, he didn’t have the chance to corrupt his darling into being the same as him. A small part of him hates the idea of someone being so pure and kind; he has the need to pull his darling into the same darkness and foul life as himself. So now that they died free from his goals, and without him, he’d be angry. Especially because their soul wouldn’t be likely to end up in his reigning realm. 

Defeating the ghost rider seemed so easy but now that the only person he felt understood him is gone, he’s almost lost. He’d push those feelings of guilt and anger away. If anyone tried to mention his darling again, he’d kill them on the spot, no matter how useful they might be.

Within his last moments, remembering all the people he killed, along with those thousands of souls, he’d only really feel remorse for hurting his darling. Their face would show, screaming and crying, pain being unbearable. He’d be slightly thankful for the image, glad he could see them at least one last time.

#i hope i wrote him right! im not very good at real characters;; #ghost rider #marvel #comics #ghost rider headcanons #headcanons #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #x reader #reader insert #self insert #blackheart

[saintskully]

Hi! I was wondering why Maralie had her ears clipped? And how does the little ear cage things relate to how she feels about her ears? Also! I’m so curious what the back story of her scars are!! I’m so interested in your oc!! She seems like such a cool and intricate character!!

shdhfj This is so flattering omg thank you for being so interested!!!! i apologize in advance for the paragraphs coming up lmaoo

TW: mentions of torture, murder

Chronologically, her ears were docked, then her throat was almost slit, then her shoulder was slashed.

She grew up in Morrowind with one younger sister, had a relatively uneventful childhood, then a rather normal early adulthood. Then, her small town was attacked and mostly made a wreck of, which was by far the most danger she had experienced in her life up until that point- she was 26. Her and her family survived with some injury, with a worry for her parent's health. Very shortly after- just a few days after the initial attack- a growing group of Molag Bal cultists swept through the town and vultured off of the already weakened and traumatized citizens to use as sacrifices. They were amateurs and cowards, so they killed her parents quickly because they were easy targets, then took Maralie and her sister captive. Long story short, they used Maralie's sister's safety as collateral to keep her from attempting to escape. During this time, Maralie was tortured and healed repeatedly, so her scars are not physical, though she feels the phantom pain occasionally even now. Her ears were docked at some point, and were not healed for her. She was also branded on her shoulder with the mark of Molag Bal.

Eventually, Maralie finds out that her sister was not actually alive anymore, and she makes an attempt at breaking free. She didn't want to escape for the sake of living, but for the sake of revenge. She kills a few of the cultists holding her captive, and sets their base ablaze while she's at it. When she finally made her way out, with barely any strength to continue standing, she did not notice one remaining cultist who was struggling just as much as her. He attempts to slash her throat, with only some success. It's shallow, but potentially fatal if she doesn't do something. With the last of her energy, she retaliates by stabbing her own weapon into her attacker's throat. She survives, he does not. Maralie has very little experience with magic, and only knew enough instinctively to rudimentarily heal her wound, which is why she still has her scar.

Lastly, her shoulder scar, which was a byproduct of the battle with her final victim of her revenge. It took several years to hunt down every person involved in her family's agony, and she ended up chasing her final victim all the way to Skyrim, where she stayed. The leader of the previous group of cultists had escaped and started a new group, so she had to fight through all of them to get to him. With her skills more practiced, it was easier than she thought it would be to kill the face of her abuse. She was injured in the process, thus the shoulder scar, but she won. She didn't want to return to her home town, return to nothing and nobody. So, she stayed in Skyrim, and grew cold and brutal without the heat of her rage fueling her.

She got her tattoos in honor of her family, her victory. She rediscovered her spirituality with Sithis, and continued her life as a (miserable, lonely, drunk) sword for hire. Her piercings are a form of coping with her pain, and doubles as a people deterrent, since piercings of her caliber are rare in Skyrim, and people (typically Nords) are unsettled by her appearance. Her tip clips are to restore some of her dignity as a native Dunmer, and honor her connection to her family.

Years pass, and she eventually finds her way to the Dark Brotherhood, then her current story (that im writing i promise okay) begins!

#maralie #maralie oc #oc #skyrim #tes skyrim #the elder scrolls #drabble #writing #ask

[hopelessromantic-ghost]

Tie the Knot

Pairing: James Moriarty (SWD)/Me TWs: none! A/N: I’m so tired of looking at this, and now I’m going to make it everyone else’s problem. This is based on the in-game wedding event story “Tie the Knot,” where James and the MC get into an argument after he admits he doesn’t want a wedding ceremony. His reasoning was absolutely insane and I refuse to let the writers just sweep it under the rug like it’s just a ~quirky~ trait of his LMAOO. This may have a part 2 in the future actually featuring the conversation between us... Someday rip

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    While settling at our usual spot in front of the Lucci & Mason cafe, I wind the strap of my purse around my leg and set it on the ground by my feet. My hands play restlessly with my phone as I lean back and stare at the three empty seats in front of me. Maybe I shouldn’t have arrived so early to our monthly get-together, but then I try to imagine how it might have been were I still sitting in that mansion right now. At the time, the air had been static -- suffocating, stilted, beyond tensed. Staying a second longer would have been torture, and I wonder if James had felt the same way. Perhaps he’s relieved I’m gone.

    A waiter interrupts my train of thought. With a hurting heart, I order for myself and for my friends. 

    “Oh, Bryce.” A familiar voice captures my interest as soon as the waiter disappears into the cafe. I turn my head a little and smile at the approaching figure. A couple of months ago I might not have ever believed I could be so friendly with a suited government official like Mycroft Holmes, but he has an almost supernatural charisma that usually eases the tension in my shoulders and places me in a better mood. If anything, it surprises me more that he enjoys my company as much as I like his. “I thought I would be early, but it looks like you beat me to it.”

    “Oh, well, you know.” I laugh. As he takes the chair to my left, I wave my hand in the air lazily. “I was already out, so I decided I’d go ahead and grab our seats. I hope I ordered everything right for everyone.” 

    Mycroft narrows his eyes affectionately. “I’m sure you did. Thank you. At least we can enjoy some peace together before my brother arrives.” 

    The waiter reappears some time later. We both tend to our drinks -- Mycroft plucks five, six, seven cubes of sugar into his tea, while I tap nearly a pound of cinnamon on my hot chocolate. Not a few seconds after the conversation lulls into a comfortable silence, however, a pair of footsteps grab our attention. I toss a curious glance over and smile in greeting to John Watson, who readily returns it. “Bryce! Mycroft! We’re not too late, are we?” He finds his place in the chair to my right. Behind him, Sherlock Holmes side-steps quietly and sits in the last available seat directly across from me. “Sherlock wouldn’t stop griping at me when I told him it was time, so it took forever to drag him out of the flat.” 

    As I’m about to reassure them, Mycroft sighs dramatically. “Yes, you’re very late. Shirely, I thought I helped raise you better than to keep us all waiting.” He shakes his head in the same way an exhausted parent might.

    Predictably, Sherlock begins to rapid-fire insults. I share a secret grin with John and lean back in my seat. Though Mycroft and Sherlock will no doubt deny it all they want, it still warms my heart to see the pair of brothers close enough to play fight and argue. Only somewhat listening in on their banter, I take another glimpse at my phone. Still no notifications.

Smoothing the crease between my eyebrows, I set my phone down once more and tune back into the conversation right as John rolls his eyes. He segways out of the topic before the Holmes brothers can get anymore carried away. “So, Bryce,” he turns to me with a kind, bright smile, “how’s the wedding prep coming along? It’s this December, right?” 

    Just like that, the warmth glowing in my chest withers with the emerging memory of the most recent news. My fight with James resonates loud in my ears; his cold, firm voice as he continued to shut down any and all the compromises I had tried to reason with. There’s nothing I’d like more than to switch the subject to something else, but both Sherlock and Mycroft will see to it that I don’t escape the conversation if they sense something amiss. Practicing a careful smile, I shrug my shoulders and look past John to the reflective windows of the cafe shop. “Oh, yeah, um, James and I had a talk about it. We decided it’s probably better to just… not have a ceremony.” 

    “Really?” Mycroft inquires. Even without meeting his eyes, I can feel the density of his attention. The spoon clinks lightly against his cup as he stirs his tea and hums. “The last few times we spoke, you had all sorts of inquiries for advice on venues for the upcoming season. What changed?” 

    I laugh a little, too loud and out of place. “Nothing, really!” Lying through my teeth isn’t my best party trick, but perhaps he’ll sense my desperation to drop the conversation. “Just-- We just-- We decided it wasn’t, you know, wasn’t really worth it.” My smile fades little by little as I replay the whole argument for the hundredth time. It might be more beneficial to vent my frustrations to my friends, but I couldn’t ever speak so openly about my personal affairs. At least, not to an audience. Absently, I echo my fiance’s words with more hostility than I realize, “It would have been unnecessary.” 

“Bryce?” John prods, tilting his head until he catches my eyes. “Is everything okay? Did something happen?”  

    Suddenly, the prospect of explaining anything feels overwhelming. Turning the whole situation over and over in my head leaves me drained and tired, though I’m not sure how I could ever articulate it to my friends. I survey the group -- Mycroft and John, who both hold varying levels of concern, and Sherlock, who hasn’t spoken since the moment the wedding ceremony was brought up -- and smile. “No, no! Nothing happened, I’m just-- you know. Being dramatic and all that. Anyways, it’s all boring and long, so I’ll spare you the details.” I wave my hand, as if to physically dispel the negative topic. “Uhh-- John, how has your day been? You’ve had to go into the clinic early these past few mornings, right?” 

    Without missing a beat, John catches onto my apprehension and does his best to divert the attention himself. It’s not an entirely successful endeavor - in my peripheral, I can spy both Holmes brothers still sending me looks, sending each other looks, but I knuckle down and force myself to remain proactive in John’s retelling of his events. If I end up nodding a little too enthusiastically when prompted, if I ask questions -- too many questions -- to immerse myself, no one points it out. It’s a feat in and of itself to lower my guard, but eventually I find it a little easier to breathe, suspending my own troubles by burying my head in the lives of those around me. It’s not a fix-all, and it doesn’t cure the ache settled deep in my chest, but I repeat to myself again and again and again that it’s not so bad to take a step back. 

++++++++++++

No texts, and no calls. Every time my cell vibrates in my hand, I hurriedly check the screen - only for my faux courage to plummet as I read a new status from yet another social engine I’m subscribed to. It’s only been an hour, I reason with myself. And I’ve known James for so many years now; at this point, he would be throwing himself into work, shelving our issues until it’s more convenient to unpack all of it. But after an hour or so into our gathering, most of it spent with my sneaking glimpses at my own phone, I decide it’s best to head home. I might make everything worse, but the one person I want to vent to and talk to happens to be the one person I’m fighting with.

    “Are you sure?” John raises his eyebrows as I reach down to pick up my purse. “Doesn’t that Sebastian character or one of those goonies usually pick you up?” 

    He’s not wrong. My abstinence of driving and James’s protective streak has left me in the care of either Sebastian or one of his most trusted drivers every day to cart me here and there. Today, however, there’s a great risk that James may tag along and try to persuade me into forgoing my anger. Or, worse -- he may be avoiding me. Being as close as we are, I’m not blind to James’s rather iron-fisted view on grudges. My head spins a little with the notion that my fiance would do whatever it takes to steer clear of me. “Yeah, uh,” I stand and pocket my phone. “Everyone’s really busy today.” Straining a careful smile, I regard my friend group and wave. “This was fun! We’ll do this again soon, guys.” 

    As soon as Mycroft starts to protest, I turn on my heel and hurry down the sidewalk. My pace remains almost rigid and awkward until I turn the corner and physically feel the weight of their curious staring vanish. They’re only trying to help. I feel worse knowing that I can’t be upfront with my problems to them, but my relationship with James is practically a private affair. Generally speaking, those who don’t live under the same roof as us only ever see what we allow them to see. Today especially, it feels like a lonely endeavor, and I consciously wind my arms around myself. 

    Above me, the autumn clouds part and a few gentle rays of sunlight peak through. It’s not enough to warm the air, but I still raise my head and glimpse up toward the sky. 

    “Bryce!” A clear voice calls out. I stutter in my steps and swear under my breath. Of course the peace wouldn’t last -- not without any interruptions. For a brief moment, I seriously consider throwing caution to the wind and bolting down the street to escape, but as soon as the thought occurs, I’m already pausing and waiting for my friend to catch up. Not a few seconds later, Sherlock’s familiar figure stands next to mine and, though I pointedly avoid his gaze, he holds out my hot chocolate. “Here.” He says. 

    I know he didn’t chase me down only to return my drink. Still, politely, I smile and accept the cup. “Thanks.” There’s still some warmth to seep from it, so I wrap both hands around the drink and return to my walk. 

It doesn’t surprise me to find Sherlock matching my pace without any prompting. What does startle me, however, is the prolonged silence between us. I expect a flurry of questions and rude accusations thrown toward James in particular, but instead, my companion stays quiet. Nervously, I glance over at his profile and watch as he averts his eyes from mine rather hastily. Does he intend to walk me home? The thought shocks me, but it quickly melts into a soft smile. Sherlock would be sweet enough to escort me back to the mansion, even though I know James’s estate is probably his least favorite place on the planet.

Our companionable silence remains unbroken through most of the journey. Eventually, however, I draw in a heavy sigh and stare down at my own feet. “It was really sudden.” I mumble. 

Sherlock’s sharp gaze zeroes in on me, and I can practically feel his entire focus tuning in. It’s somewhat uncomfortable balancing the undivided attention of a great and famous detective, but I catch myself with an internal chide. Sherlock is not just some celebrity hound dog -- first and foremost, he is my friend. 

I thumb the cap of my hot chocolate and continue, fighting to keep my voice from growing small. “This… This morning, I mean. James and I had breakfast, like normal, you know. And then after breakfast, as we’re having tea in the living room, he just… He just tells me. Like, so matter of factly, too.” My free hand tightens into a fist as I laugh mirthlessly. “‘I won’t have a wedding ceremony, Bryce.’ Like…” I chance a small glimpse at Sherlock’s profile, but his expression remains indiscernible. Am I blowing this out of proportion? I’m not sure how I would handle it if my own friend tells me James has the right idea. I barrel on, edging on desperate to finish my side of the story before Sherlock can tell me anything. “And he wouldn’t even tell me why! He acted like, like-- Like I was being unreasonable when I was like, ‘Hey, I don’t actually understand what the hell you’re talking about.’ And it just… Blew up into this whole big thing.” 

My shoulder slump. There’s always a better way I can handle situations, and this morning is a shining example that I need to think before I speak. Combating all the stressors of wedding planning -- from the smallest, most innocuous decisions, like the brands and colors of the utensils, to heavier matters needing our attention, such as flying out family and compiling the appropriate paperwork -- all of it has left me more defensive and easier to rattle. I think of how much better our conversation might have gone had I not let my bitter confusion and anger envelop me, but-- “Moriarty,” Sherlock scoffs, “that jealous idiot is going to lose everything if he keeps at it.” 

“Jealous?” I whip around to level my puzzlement squarely on my companion. “James-- James is jealous?”

Sherlock closes his eyes for a brief moment and sighs. “Obviously.” It doesn’t feel so obvious to me. How could he glean that sort of deduction just from my venting? I re-run my own words back in my brain; I inspect this morning’s memories with a metaphorical magnifying glass, but none of it makes sense. Perhaps sensing my growing befuddlement and agitation, he continues, “Has he already seen you in a wedding gown?” 

“No… I mean, he wanted to help me choose the dress, so he knows what it looks like. But I haven’t, like, worn it in front of him yet.” Traditionally, the groom isn’t supposed to see his spouse in that sort of attire before the big day. James may have been terribly insistent about accompanying me to a high-end bridal shop, but I’m glad I stood my ground and refused to show him the end results. 

Sherlock nods, as though it’s old news. “Moriarty likely found himself in a jealous fit imagining you in that dress in front of countless people. It’s pathetic the way he pretends he isn’t affected when he can’t even get himself under control for your sake.”

I grimace at Sherlock’s harsh words, but brush it all aside for a possible truth: James may not want to share me in front of a crowd. He did specify this morning that he still wants my hand in marriage, only that he won’t participate in a ceremony for it. My brows crease as I fumble with my drink, leeching the last bit of warmth from it into my fingers. James and I have spoken so many times beforehand about what we wanted on our big day, and I’ve never received any apprehensive vibes during or after our conversations. Sherlock is brilliant with his deductions, though -- could it really be true that choosing the wedding dress alone kicked off James’s possessive streak? “That’s…” Absently, I toss my cup in a trash receptacle as we pass by one. “Christ, I-- I don’t even know what to think… What a mess.” 

Sherlock remains quiet. At this point, I can spy the well-polished entrance gate in the distance leading to my home, and with it comes a new sort of dread that creeps beneath my skin and squeezes down on my lungs. Ten minutes from now, I might be face to face with my fiance. Maybe within another ten minutes, we’ll even be alone, advancing upon a conversation that might as well leave scars on our relationship. If James is still in a mood, attempting to reason with him will become near impossible, and if I’m not careful, I know I’ll match his energy. Worst case scenario, nothing will get resolved and we’ll only walk away feeling more hurt. 

For a silly moment, I think of asking Sherlock to stay and mediate, but it dissipates as soon as I imagine it. If given the chance, he would try to cause the most chaos possible in the shortest amount of time, and there’s not a doubt in my mind I would be the one in charge of damage control. The mere suggestion does create a funny image in my head, though, enough that I can’t help but crack a smile.

“What is it?” Sherlock chimes in. I blink and turn toward my companion, finding him already looking back at me.

“Nothing.” My grin widens as I nonchalantly wave my hand. “I was just thinking you should become a counsellor.” When I chance another glimpse at him, Sherlock couldn’t look more physically pained. I try and fail to stifle my laughter, bumping my shoulder against his. “What? Come on, you don’t want to spend the rest of your days dealing with stranger’s drama?” 

“That’s what I have John for.” He grumbles, but I spy the way his shoulders ease and his expression lightens with a dust of red across his face as he catches my eyes. Even with his perpetual frown, I didn’t know he could look so gentle. 

Sherlock walks me well past the initial gates surrounding the acres of land owned by the Moriarty estate. I almost expect him to excuse himself halfway down the road -- I know he’d rather be anywhere else in the world than within the immoral lap of luxury -- but he remains steadfastly by my side until we approach the inner gates where I’ve seen limos and other high-class vehicles pause to drop off or pick up guests. I stumble to a stop in front of the intimidating bars, casting a nervous glance from one end to the other. They’re always wide open when I’m escorted through; I don’t even see an intercom on this side to contact someone. I can’t very well scale the wall, but it feels too awkward phoning Sebastian or Jack to let me in. 

“Didn’t think this far ahead...” I mutter, moreso to myself. I dig out my phone, but before I can even unlock the screen, the sudden mechanical pull of the gates gradually begin to move. Startled, I blink owlishly up at bars until Sherlock has the good sense to rest a hand on my elbow and tug me out of the way. There are cameras everywhere on this property, so it’s not hard to imagine someone inside has recognized me. “Home sweet home.” I glance at my companion to gauge his interest, but he’s stiff as a board, training an indifferent glare straight ahead. 

A sense of trepidation suddenly shoots through my veins as I follow his gaze. There, striding towards us with his arms folded behind him and an equally indifferent frown on his lips, is James Moriarty.

Has he been out here this whole time? I try to recall my fiance’s itinerary from memory for today and where he should be early this afternoon. He’s nothing if not a busy man, but I can’t figure out if he’s waiting to meet with another one of his tailored associates or if he’s preparing to leave the estate entirely on some business. Either way, however, James doesn’t look happy. It only fuels my unease as I reluctantly depart from my friend’s side and hurry to James. When he does break out of his train of thought and turns to me with a light, gorgeous smile, I can practically feel myself deflate with relief. “Welcome home, my love.” He grasps one of my hands and leads me into his personal space to press a kiss against the corner of my mouth. “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”

“I wasn’t expecting to be back so soon either.” It would be incredibly easy to melt into him. Every one of my senses begs me to slump into his arms and let him make the final call on my decisions for me, but I force myself to breathe and straighten my shoulders out. It’s a promising sign that I’m not met with the same cold, clipped tone from this morning, but James performs very well when he’s under scrutiny. I prepare myself for any sudden change in attitude as I take a leap of courage and meet his warm gaze head-on. “I don’t know if you’re super busy right now, but I think we should talk.” 

“You’re so cute when you’re determined, little robin.” James takes the chance to twirl a strand of my hair between two of his fingers, and leans forward to kiss it. Does this man really have no shame? Did he even hear me? My face flushes bright red as he takes in my entire reaction with mirthful eyes. “I’d love nothing more.” 

I roll my lips into an embarrassed line and turn away from his teasing, only to remember our company. “Oh-- Sherlock!” I whip around in time to catch my friend already starting his trek back up the road. Even without meaning to, James skillfully captures my entire interest in one fell swoop, and now I feel my face redden with a new sense of guilt from ignoring the one man who’s been looking out for me since day one. I rush out of James’s arms, pressing forward on the path until I can properly grab onto Sherlock’s sleeve and guide him to face me. “Hey, hey! Before you leave, I wanted to thank you for walking me home. I really appreciate it.”

Sherlock’s terse frown melts at the edges, but he remains as stoic as always. “It was nothing.” 

It was certainly not nothing. I can easily picture how distraught and inconsolable I’d have been had I walked myself home, ruminating on thoughts that would serve no other purpose than to further ruin my mood and drag me into a downward spiral. Perhaps he doesn’t even realize the kind of comfort he’s provided just by keeping me company. A flourishing bit of affection crowds my heart as I surge forward and pull Sherlock into a quick, tight hug. I let him go just as fast, right before he can completely lock up, but that doesn’t stop him from stiffening and focusing on me with wide eyes. “I’ll let you know how it goes later. Really, thank you for everything.” 

My companion nods. As soon as he spins on his heel, I catch the smallest tint of red coloring the tips of his ears, but he’s marching away before I think further on it. 

When I fully face James once more, he no longer wears the sweet expression reserved only for me. A slight frown mars his otherwise unreadable features, but with every step I take back to his side, his stoicism dissolves until all that’s left is a familiar loving smile. Now that we’re alone, there isn’t anything to obstruct us from confronting the contention from this morning, and though I’m bolstered with confidence from Sherlock’s kindness and James’s improved mood, the notion itself still leaves me a little weak in the knees. “Are you ready?” I ask, holding my hand out to him.

James doesn’t hesitate. He narrows his eyes affectionately and meets my hand with his own, squeezing tight to lend me his own comfort and strength. “Lead the way, my dear.”

#my writing #self ship #otp: attaining the impossible #sherlock my beloved (bottom emoji) #anyways.... it is 4am and i am just so tired....... later after work ill probably edit this again to get rid of some minor mistakes

[raksh-writes]

Prepare yourself, bc I'm sending *so* many: 6. 10, 11. 13. 18, 19, 28, 34, 35 : D (feel free to pick and choose if that's too many!)

Ahhh, thank you!! 💗^^ I've managed to do them all, so this is gonna be long. (I've also send you [quite] some numbers yesterday, hope the ask went through! ^^)

6. What element of writing do you find comes easily?

Description of all kinds I think, especially when it comes to emotion. I love trying to figure out new ways to show how the character is feeling, how it's affecting them and everything around them. I always try to write through the character's emotion pov and I like playing around with tension, with the flow and pulse of it. For example, whenever I write fluff, I pretty much always sprinkle in some angst, 'cause it gives tension, it gives internal conflict and it makes everything a whole lot more interesting to both write and read. I just really, really like describing emotion and experimenting with it 😄 Maybe 'cause I'm a highly emotional person myself, feeling everything Very intensely, so it comes naturally ;p

10. What’s your favorite genre to write for?

Hmm, think I gotta say Romance, huh? ;p I like mixing genres too, and anything Fantasy or with fantasy/supernatural elements is right up my alley ^^

11. Who or what do you find yourself writing about most?

Oof, this is both super hard and super easy to answer. I saw that post one day, y'know, the one talking about the fact every poet writes from one, deep-seated emotion, and I was thinking a lot about it since then. I think it's Longing for me. That soul-deep longing for connection. I mean, it's basically the plot of LitA 🙈 Searching for understanding too, finding solace, that safe place in someone, learning to trust in another person and letting go. It's all pretty much mixed up in anything I've ever written and will write, probably.

I know, my abandonment issues are showing, but what can you do 😂 It all bleeds into how I write, and what I write, and I just know that my comfort Beauty and the Beast inspired AU is gonna have it all over the place, I can already see it. Stiles will probably get deeply personal for me in this fic. But, oh well, what is writing if not our souls bleeding out into the words? ^^

13. First fandom you ever wrote for?

Oh, this is prob embarrassing 😂 I'd like to say it was MCU early in the day, when I was writing some OCxLoki or then OCxBucky (post-TWS) purely for myself, but I'm pretty sure the other one was earlier. And it was for this popular visual novel / otome high school game, lmaoo, I think it's called My Candy Love in English? I was like 14 at the time and still writing in Polish 🙈 But!! It was the first long fic I ever finished! At around 120k too, if I remember correctly, so I was and still am proud that I managed it, and I think it took around 2 years to finish. Good memories 😂

18. Wildest fic you’ve ever written?

I don't think I've written anything wild, to be honest 😂 Maybe some of my smutty shorties? Sit back (and watch you unfold) is the kinkiest one I have written (yet) and with the heaviest Dom/sub dynamic out of the others too (yet), so maybe some would consider it wild 😄 I definitely thought that while writing, lmao, but I'm also pretty proud of how it came out even if it didn't get much response comment-wise and I can only hope peeps were actually enjoying the filth 😂

19. Do you prefer canon-compliant, AUs, or something in-between?

Don't have much of a preference, tbh, if the premise is interesting I will read regardless ^^ It depends on the fandom too, but I guess I like a different take on canon-compliant or divergent. Seeing how people weave their ideas into what's already there or just show their own interpretation ^^ But a nicely done AU can hit the spot so well too! So yeah, no real preference, just what catches my interest ^^

28. How well do you handle criticism when it comes to your writing?

Fairly well, I think. Then again - it does depend if it's unsolicited or if I asked for some criticism from a writing friend I trust.

I actually love discussing writing and the craft of it. I joined a writing forum at 15 and the purpose of it was to give each other constructive criticism that allowed us to grow and improve our skills, and I know my style got molded there a lot, so I think I'm pretty receptive and easy with this type of criticism. With the unsolicited one left on my fanfics? Hmm, depends, again, on the tone of it - on polish websites unsolicited concrit is the norm, so I'm used to it from there, and on ao3 I haven't really gotten much of it, which is nice.

But overall, I usually look at it a bit skeptically - that person is a complete stranger that has no idea what I wanted to achieve or grasp on my style, etc., and now there's the fact I'm not looking for advice on ao3 - usually I know where my problems lay and I write for fun, so I don't put my energy into making it perfect. I want it to be fun and enjoyable to read, not stylistically perfect, that's not even achievable on my own and, again, not what fanfics are about. And I usually work on the problems I see as I go along with the fic, so it's also nice to see the curve of improvement later ^^

So - I think I can handle it pretty well. I might get a bit irked, and my mood will prob get a strike, but these days it doesn't stay with me for too long. And if I see some merit in the concrit, I might keep it in my mind going further, 'cause I do love improving when I can ^^

34. Copy and paste an excerpt you’re particularly fond of.

Stiles inhales with his whole being, savoring the taste, the scent, the hot shivery tingle down his spine. The sensations throw him completely off-balance and yet keep him completely steady in the swaying motion. It’s intoxicating, the feel of it so, so powerful, getting so strong, so heavy, Stiles barely registers someone curling around him – they’re all so close together, so interwoven now, all brushing up against each other, and Stiles is as much in the middle of it as he is detached, on his own cloud of bliss – but with that sensation comes another that makes him shudder and lean back. It’s that cool, phantom touch he craves so much it hurts, digging into his hips, pressing against his back. Solid and strong, matching his movement exactly, pull to push, push to pull, a delicious friction that tears a breathless gasp out of Stiles raw bitten lips. It nuzzles against his neck, taking in air in a long, drawn-out inhale as if trying to memorize the very essence of his scent, crowding and building against Stiles’ back, closer, more, Stiles wants so much more–

He’s never felt this good – in the world, in his own skin, in the feel of heat pooling at his core – this in sync with everything, with himself. It makes him arch into the ghostly caress, search for that pulse in his chest, for the heated rune on his skin, wish, more than anything, that–

„Damn, Stiles, if I knew you’re so into it, I’d ask for a dance much earlier.”

The illusion shatters, dispersing with the cool phantom like it was never there and leaving only fire licking at his nerves; the world crashes back in, tilted on its axis wrong and out of order. Stiles isn’t even sure what exactly happened, but it all falls apart around him, right before his eyes. The blood in his veins goes cold, filled with pent up desire and buzzing magic with no way out. Brett’s still pressed to him, even as the group loosens, seemingly waking up back to normal, but Stiles tenses up at the warm body behind him. It’s not right, nothing of this is right.

„You just had to ruin it,” he mutters, to himself or to Brett, has no idea; something fierce and hot and piercing goes through his chest, blurring the surroundings just enough to be noticeable.

„What, you expected someone else?” Brett’s voice is playful, joking, he curls closer around Stiles–

And that vicious, aching feeling sizes Stiles’ lungs so sudden and hard he’s ripping himself out of the wolf’s embrace before any of them can blink.

From LitA's chapter 11 ^^ I'm quite proud of this part - it has feels, it has dancing and some angst! - and so I couldn't just cut the excerpt too short too, hah.

35. Ramble about any fic-related thing you want!

All the love to all the amazing fic writers and all the amazing readers out there! The joy of both writing and sharing your own fics and also reading all the beautiful fics already there is one of the purest in the world and I can never be thankful enough that it exists, that there are peeps whose days are going to be made a lil' bit better by my silly fics and make my day brighter for knowing about it. Spreading the love, spreading the good vibes, creating new amazing friendships and communities. Isn't it just heart-warming in the most beautiful way? Mind = blown away. Heart = impossibly full. The most comforting feeling in the world. Stay awesome, y'all, and all the love 💗🥰

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[mikemoon]

( choi yeonjun, cis man ) have you seen MICHAEL “MIKE” MOON ? i heard HE is a COMPUTER SCIENCE MAJOR at SAN VERTO COLLEGE and an EMPLOYEE at HALL OF FILM. they’re 22 years old and they’ve been living in san verto for 6 YEARS. they tend to be CARE-FREE & ADVENTUROUS, but rumor has it they can also be GRUMPY & CLUMSY. [ tally, 25, gmt+4, she/her ] @foolsstarters​

tw // mentions of depression, cheating, divorce, underage drinking and smoking

michael moon, born myungjun moon –– choi yeonjun fc

birthday: september 9, 1998 - 22 yrs old ; virgo

cis man, he/him, bisexual

born and raised in philadelphia, pennsylvania

mike grew up being an only child, and always around the company of his mother in their house. his father was always traveling back and forth from south korea to the states for work. his parents have met at work on one of his father’s trips to the states, and they fell in love. his mother being american-born, she couldn’t really leave philadelphia. she loved it there. so they decided to keep it a long distance relationship.

sometime during those fleeting meetings, she had gotten pregnant with michael. and of course, his father spoiled them both, giving them everything they wanted. he never left them to fend for themselves. when the boy was born, his father named him myungjun, and his mother decided to name him michael for his english name. the nicknames jun, mike, and sometimes junnie were often heard whenever his parents or childhood friends called him.

up until mike was five years old in 2004, he’s lived with his mother, while his father was leaving and coming back for a week or two. but that year, he’s finally moved to the states and stayed with them for longer nights. he even finally married michael’s mother. of course, he still disappeared for a few days or weeks on end for work.

but that was also the year michael’s mother found out that her husband was with another woman. michael has never seen his mother break down like that before. sadly, the young boy was peering into the room when the fight happened and witnessed everything. his mother made her partner choose between the two women, and he eventually told her that he was going to divorce his first wife for her, and appeared to have gone through with his promise. because after that incident, he’s been around more often.

by early 2015, when michael had just turned 16, his mother had gotten a teaching job in ashdown academy, which resulted in their move to san verto, california. meaning, new school and new friends for mike. meanwhile, his dad was still traveling a lot for business and coming back whenever he could.

michael has grown up as a cheerful and energetic child. his friends at any school he went to would tell you how much of a great friend he is, how trustworthy and caring he is. it was so easy for him to make friends anywhere. he was the type of friend who would smile at you and listen to you talk on and on about whatever you liked, and the type who would cheer you on with anything you want to achieve. he wanted everyone to feel included and loved.

so it wasn’t that hard for him to get along with new people once he moved to town. he was a very social person. 

he was also the type of teenager who was out there doing things he wasn’t supposed to. he missed his old friends and his old home, but he wanted to have fun with all the new kids he was befriending. that simply resulted in him going to house parties as an underaged teen to ‘have fun’. his mother didn’t approve of him coming home very late at night, clearly smelling like smoke and alcohol. 

internally he was a depressed mess. of course, no one is completely happy as they grow up. his family was a mess, even if it appeared as fine to everyone else. his family life affected him so much while growing up. mike sometimes could disappear for a few days in his room, and it was always during some of his bad spells.

what made it worse was the day he found out the truth.

it was 2017 when michael walked into his father’s office in their house, looking for him to ask him about something. and instead of finding the man, he found a stack of papers poking from underneath his father’s laptop. upon closer look, they appeared to be divorce papers. michael’s heart sunk, thinking his parents were breaking it off.

michael is a curious kid, he couldn’t help but close the door and read the papers. but what he saw wasn’t his mother’s name, it was another woman. his heart raced, as he put things back where they were and immediately left the room. michael had found out one of his father’s many secrets. he never divorced his first wife all those years ago. he lied and somehow stayed with both women without suspicion... well, until now. clearly the other woman was breaking it off for a reason. 

michael couldn’t help his curiosity. he came back to the room later that night and snapped as many pictures as he could of evidence he could find. he even found his father’s phone (which was easy to figure out the password of) and found a plethora of pictures of the man with a different family, different kids and a different partner. he airdropped the pictures to himself to avoid leaving any traces behind and quickly left again.

a quick search on facebook, and he managed to find the first wife. it was easy with the name and pictures he had. if anything, michael prided himself on being a good internet detective... or stalker. he spent everyday trying to find the rest of the family on the internet. he found the woman’s young daughter on instagram and twitter, along with her older son’s accounts as well. it felt weird. it was a constant “now what?” for michael. he’s found them. what was he going to do now? he couldn’t just message them and tell them everything. and he couldn’t break his mother’s heart by letting her know.

except he had to let her know. he could never live with the fact that he knew his father was betraying her this entire time. and so michael told her everything, and after comforting her all night when she broke down yet again, she immediately ended things and asked for a divorce. now it was just michael and his mother, all alone. and for once, having to get by on their own.

thankfully they were safe, with his mother’s amazing money management skills, and the job she got at the academy, they managed to live their regular lives despite the heavy feeling of a broken family looming around them. the two just wanted to be happy again.

michael spent the next few years trying to lead a normal life. his mental health had gotten worse after everything he’s found out. he went to college, and he continued trying to do well in school. he really wasn’t the best when it came to grades, but he was trying his best.

and truthfully, he couldn’t help but make a few spare accounts on some social medias to follow his father’s other family.

but he eventually decided to just let it go, assuming they definitely knew about his mother and himself, which would explain the first divorce. so he decided to put it in the past and move on.

his mother has moved on as well. she found herself someone who actually cares about her so much (mike’s stupid ass has done a secret background check to make sure this dude wasn’t another cheater lmaoo) and now mike isn’t an only child anymore. it’s been 2 years since his little sister yuna was born, and he loves her so much. he still isn’t used to the idea of a new fatherly figure in his life, but he’s.... getting there. 

little dumb hcs

mike majors in computer science at san verto college, with a concentration in game development and design

hes a lil gamer boy,,, u KNOW he’s that annoying dude with a gamer chair that has a sound system in it khjkh

he posted a few videos on youtube but rly just ditched the channel after like a month. he still posts whenever he feels like it tho and it’s usually just.... messy gaming videos or opinions no one asked for

his dad’s dumb ass still doesn’t know it was mike who exposed him to his mother. he thinks she found the divorce papers on her own. therefore.... mike still gets money from his dad on a monthly basis and gets to keep the car he bought him for his 18th birthday lmaooooo a win 

you probably heard me say this before but.... theres a hc that mike is allergic to eggs. simply bc the idea of him shopping in the vegan section is funny to me 

this boy has a love for frogs ? idk where the obsession came from but you bet you’re gonna see a cute lil frog sticker on everything he owns. he doodles them on everything too ? it’s a habit at this point. he also knows random little facts about them and tells them to anyone who didnt ask for them 

. embarrassing but.. this dude... omg.... a big sana stan.... he has a photocard collection.... he went to a twice concert like 5 times.... dont be surprised if you see a feel special sana photocard in his phonecase.... im embarrassed of him 

he also has a hyunjin mcdonalds hashbrown photocard framed that a friend gave to him for christmas bc.. it’s a rare card,,, and you can see it on a table by the door when you walk into his apartment 😭

mike also has a habit of buying things he doesn’t need ?? he has a plushie collection that has been growing since he was young, and now is getting bigger with the rise of squishmallows

there’s this random hc where he drunk bought a cardboard cutout of john cena ,,,, don’t ask,,, it’s currently guarding his room back at his mom’s house djfhdj

can you tell mike is my most embarrassing , most chaotic character,, 

also he moved out after graduating school and when he started to attend college,,,, gimme some roomies pls

connection ideas ??

michael’s childhood friends; could’ve gone to the same school back in philly before he moved away ?? 

friends he made when he moved to town?? mike is very social and was... kinda popular in school, i’d say. he made friends with basically anyone he found interesting

michael’s ex; they could’ve ended on a bad note, or even on a good one and ended up being friends. im really up for plotting anything.

michael’s best friend; PLEASE i love wholesome best friend plots. it doesn’t matter if they met in san verto or philly

roomies pls !!! i would love it if he could have some roommates who have to deal with his very . peculiar decorating habits 

co workers ?? customers ? regulars ? he works at hall of film ! 

like this to plot or hmu !

#foolsintro #this got SO LONG #i didnt proof read and im sure i missed something

[selfcareparker]

ok is it too soon to say like i love you??? you are so friggin cool, what the actual heck- THE DETAIL IN UR RESPONSE TO MY ASK *chefs kiss* of course i read all of it lmao and yes lmaoo college in the US is where you major and get a degree (you don’t sound dumb at all i barely know myself)

i feel like i’m jumping around BUT dude your heritage!! that’s so cool!! is it called a heritage??? as you can see i’m really good with words :) so you’re british and a whole bunch of other things too and you live in germany!! that’s actually really interesting.

now back to uni, i mean if you’ve lived in germany your whole life would you need to leave? and since both majors (?) at the different universities are similar i guess they both work? lol i really have no idea what i’m talking about, but whichever one you choose, they both sound great! your explanation is fine i’m just dumb lmaoo but as you continue to study can you choose to change and go to england? but would you need to if they’re so similar? idk hahah

now me + college uhhh hmm i- ok so i didn’t tell you my age bc i didn’t want you to feel like you were talking to some kid (i guess i’m not a kid? i’m in my mid/late teen years) while you’re clearly 18 or older lol even though i have a handful of friends who are in their 20s & i’m very mature so... idk i’m rambling now, but no i’m not in college yet, i am looking at some atm (bc you need to prepare and stuff) but yea. i didn’t wanna make it awkward or anything ah ok moving on,, yes!! i wanna be an actress/singer so so bad!! rn with covid it’s hard to do anything? i’ve really been a potato around the house but i’m gonna try and get back into singing lessons and plays/shows (safely) so yea :) the last show i did was CANCELED bc of ugly covid but i’m kind of glad? because i was kinda being used as a token over there? it’s a bit complicated but i’m totally used to being the only black kid in a production and i really don’t mind bc i don’t care lol (i have mostly white friends) but i really started to question things when the director told me i couldn’t get the lead (though i deseved it) because parents there wouldn’t accept it... so.

ANYWHO this is all over the place lmaooo but i’ll probably take you up on that offer of not posting what i say? idk if i do ever rant about my horrific family haha, you can post this one and all my others when i send them though !! it’s always lovely talking to you <33 lovely anon

Noo omg it’s not too early to say that BECAUSE I LOVE YOU TOO🥰🥰🥰🥺

and yess staying in germany would definitely be the easier option? And better in some ways too. My original plan was to go to england, and it was one of those times where i just didn’t think of the most obvious option, which is to stay in germany. And i actually only realised what a good option staying here could be recently lmao (like not even a month ago, and i’d been planning to go to england for around 2 years and one day i was like.... wait... what about if I DON’T move to another country and what if i just stay here where the university is even better than the one i wanted to go to in england 👁👄👁 like it was just too obvious, so i didn’t even think about it for ages. And now i’m like 90% sure that i’ll stay here because, like you said, it is a very similar degree anyway and it’s less expensive (i mean uni in germany is like 75€ per semester lol so basically free). But I won’t actually decide until I know what the uni here is like, so within the next month i’ll get to know what it’s like and hopefully .. finalise (idk if that’s the best word) my decision to stay here

Really the only reason why I’m concerned/haven’t fully decided if I want to study here yet is because Germans are not good at... ✨english✨ and I’m going to a good, internationally acclaimed uni so i shouldn’t be worried but even the english on the website is simply fucking weird lol. (ok now i’m unsure about my english but it’s like 3 am so that’s my excuse)

Btw I’m also in my late teens and obviously i didn’t actually know but still i already knew that you’re not like.. a child idk sksjsh you just seem like you’re in your late teens like you said so like yup, don’t worry ! (Did that make sense? No.)

So you’ve performed in front of an audience already? That’s amazing!!!! Both singing and acting, i bet you’re wonderful🥰🥰🥰 My voice is literally trash garbage (yes trash garbage) and I only did one play at school where I had like 3 lines (I was some Roman dude? 😭 tbh i might have been a girl i wasn’t paying attention because one of our classmates wrote the play and honestly it was shit so i had no idea what was even going on (no offence to her at all, i couldn’t have done it any better) okay sorry for rambling but yeah my acting is trash, but i know you’re amazing at both acting and singing 😌😌😌 hopefully covid will allow you to shine again soon! ✨

Oh and you know who is trash garbage too (even worse than my singing)? That director 💩 and hopefully you’ll get the recognition and the parts you deserve soon and won’t have problems with any racist directors/anyone who’s racist really or i will personally fly out to the US to thump them in the eye with a sharp metal rod 🥰 (do i need to add a tw because of this? Shit)

this post is a mess ummm sorry lol

#tw violence #sishshsbdnsjsueushjs #lovely anon #<3 #<33333333 #ok lovely anon if you’re reading this and you don’t want to read anything violent skip the few lines after the poop emoji #lmaooooo #wait i just realised i didnt say anything about the heritage thing but yes!! #so like i would say i identify most with being british because my mum is british and i speak the language #but i dont speak russian or serbian/bosnian/serbo-croat so i dont really identify with it #and with german its complicated bc it’s my first language and i was born here and live here and i do feel at home #but i don’t have the ‘genetic’ heritage if that makes sense? and no one in my (blood related) family is german either #so that’s that. #but i do feel at home here and in england #and really home is where the heart is or whatever so i guess i agree with that ahshskaskh

[softpine]

this is a ridiculously long one, i’m sorry! i broke it into sections so it’s easier to find your ask

[not related to the current simblr issue]

@tastelesscolors​ ahhhhhhhh i can’t even tell you how happy this made me, this is the sweetest thing 🥺 i’ve always wanted to make people see the world differently through my writing (because in writing this, i’ve also started to see the world differently) so that’s a HUGE compliment!! thank you so so much!! 💖💖💖

i don’t think i understand what this means jfksjd sorry that happened to you though :(

considering i had to rewrite some of my plot because it just wasn’t fitting right.... me too 😅 jskdjs but thank you!! i’m glad you’re interested 💖

fjskdjs me!

omg i wish i could help, but the only mullet i can think of off the top of my head is this one. otherwise i have no idea, that’s why i had to make asa’s myself :( i’m sorry!!

i would rather not share, somehow people twist it into something else even if just post the number and give zero input about it. i don’t pay attention to numbers anyway, it stresses me out :/

[about my horrific chemistry exam lmfao]

@orphyd​ i love u more nia 🥺🥺💖💖💖

thank you!! i think i would need more luck than the entire universe contains but 😅 i appreciate it 💖

thank you so much 🥺 i’m trying to stay positive and hope that the next test will be better, but honestly i’m already resigning myself to the fact that i’ll have to retake this one too. i wish i could blame it on the pandemic but this has been happening much longer than covid fjksjds but it’s okay!! i’ll finish it one way or another, i’m committed! thank you again for reaching out 💖💖

sjksjd i don’t cheat, but thank you! 💖💖 i just want to get on with my life and get a job and actually have something of my own for once... i feel like i’ve been in college for 20932092 billion years :(

thank you so much, i needed to hear this 🥺💖 i sent my professor an email right after the test, basically just explaining that i wasn’t trying to insult her with my horrible score lmao. i had her for chemistry 1 last year (the semester that i actually passed it lmaoo) so she already knows that i struggle with chemistry, but i just feel like not only did i let myself down, but i also let her down. it’s been especially hard not having classes in-person because a 20 minute zoom meeting just isn’t the same as a real lecture :( i don’t know what else she could possibly do for me, i just really..... REALLY suck at chemistry :( but i appreciate you reaching out, it feels good to just be reminded that i’m more than this one class 💗

[related to the current simblr issues]

trigger warning for: racism, antisemitism, bullying (of minors), etc.

here’s the briefest summary i can manage:

oliveandoak & simvicii used to be popular simblrs last year. they started a discord. that discord included many other popular simblrs. in that discord, they all participated in things like racism, antisemitism, bullying of minors, targeted hate, etc. [more proof]. none of these people came forward or reported the behavior that was happening in the discord. now that they’ve been called out, lots of them are posting apologies, but you have to wonder how sincere they could possibly be, given that some of them helped write oliveandoak’s apology and called it “damage control”... so that’s a super quick summary! i suggest reading all the screenshots if you want further proof

i’m genuinely very sorry that this topic is triggering for you, but i’ve already been tagging everything with the appropriate tags (racism tw, antisemitism tw, bullying tw, etc.) and i feel it would be disrespectful for me to tag it as anything else (like drama tw, because it’s not drama, it’s much more than that). i also miss my dash being full of creativity and love, but right now we’re seeing that pushing everything under the rug doesn’t help anyone. i would recommend taking a hiatus if this is negatively affecting your mental health, and i’m truly sorry that this situation is triggering

literally!! i can’t even describe how angry i was this morning when i woke up to see that list including multiple people who had dm’ed me yesterday (pretending that they were innocent & that they all stood up to oliveandoak when in reality they were actively participating in everything). their apologies mean absolutely nothing considering they couldn’t even own up to me privately. they’re just covering their asses and i feel so stupid for trusting them even for a moment

yeah i’ve never thought about leaving simblr until now tbh. i’m still not going to leave until my story is done, but this has made me realize that 1. people suck, 2. the internet makes it even easier for people to suck :( i’m so sorry that you don’t feel safe or welcome on simblr, i can’t even imagine how this must feel for anyone affected. just know that i love and support you and if there’s anything i can possibly do to make you feel more welcome, let me know 💖

literally me!! i’ve never used discord (except with irl friends) and i’m definitely not about to start now. can’t trust anyone!

@bb-enablefreebuild​ omg thank you, but it’s okay! it’s not about me. i just feel sad that people used me as a mouth piece and i trusted them when they said they were just being manipulated in that group. when really they were manipulating me haha. but now i know better 🤷🏻‍♀️ ily!! 💖

#dm's are next i'm sorry for the wait #asks #anonymous #saviorhide #brandi answers #bb-enablefreebuild #paperless-sims #orphyd #tastelesscolors

[postmodern-blues]

1, 7, 19 :))

1. what is your favourite fix-it trope?

as far as fix-its for ianto’s death, i mean, like pretty much all tw fans at this point, i love the everybody lives/nobody dies trope and i think some people really, really pull it off in fanfic (*ahem* @ultraviolet-eucatastrophe <3) but that’s a really obv answer lmao. I actually love fics that are COE-compliant but they bring Ianto back after his death just by some accident of the rift, but he doesn’t reunite with jack right away. I actually have a fanfic idea that involves ianto becoming boss of torchwood cardiff in another universe and reuniting with jack by accident after assimilating his own team and being a leader, so I think tropes that involve ianto coming back but not finding jack right away. idk if any of that made any sense, but that’s how my brain works adhsfjlhs.

7. have you watched miracle day? how could it be improved, other than bringing a character back to life?

I have watched miracle day, and I have it on DVD (mostly to complete my torchwood collection). Personally, I do see all the flaws in miracle day, both those that are evident, and those that the fans have pointed out, but I believe it is really well acted and I think the scenes that are gwen-centric and jack-centric are really interesting and really key to their character development (especially gwen. I love gwen and rhys in miracle day, and I will stand by that). Of course, I very firmly believe that miracle day would have been more interesting and more watchable had ianto not died at all, but we all fuckin think that. Honestly, I would have liked the whole concept of everyone being immortal to make more sense. I’ve only seen the episodes once, maybe twice through, and I still don’t really understand what the hell is going on toward the end. It’s set up really well, and the first episode is actually probably my favourite because of the way gwen and jack are reintroduced and the scene with esther and rex “have you ever heard of torchwood” makes me happy. But as it progresses, the depth that seemed promised at the beginning isn’t really.... there, you know? When I first found out about miracle day and the concept (even though i knew the public opinion was fairly divided about the actual content of it) i was really, really interested in the concept of everyone on earth going immortal and the moral implications, but it just fell flat at the end, partly because the pacing was all off. If they’d rethought some of the later episodes, I think it would have been overall more interesting to watch.

Also, I would have liked to see more conversations between jack and gwen about their late friends. I think the fact that they barely talked about them seemed... idk. I feel like they should have tied some of it back to earlier seasons because miracle day (and i guess COE) was such a departure from the structure of the previous seasons?? if that makes any sense???

Also, they need to stop fucking killing off women and characters of colour for drama’s sake it’s getting real old.

sorry, I really went off about miracle day. I have a lot of emotions lmaoo.

19. what would your role be if you were to work at the Hub?

to be completely honest, I would be just like Ianto if I worked in the hub. In fact, I would be ianto. I’m really good with organizing and archiving and routine, and I all the things he does I would definitely be ready and willing to do. I can’t make coffee but i’d totally learn if need be, and I would wear a goddamn suit to work every day cause I love wearing suits. I could also take on some of tosh’s responsibilities? cause I’m pretty good with math but I’m not good under pressure like a medic would be and i’m not demanding and badass enough to be second-in-command. So yeah, I would take on Ianto’s role.

thank u sm for the ask! sorry for ranting lol,,,,,

[killthekvng-blog]

yo YO what is up my dudes!! name’s river, pronouns are she/her, and my timezone is est. here is my trash baby, hunter reeves aka the draco skeleton. he’s honestly a complete mess, just a smidge crazy but it’s all good ... right?? anywho here is a profile/basic info type thing and underneath is a lil’ summary about his life which tbh is just the bio part of the app ( bc lbr i’m not gonna get around to writing a full on bio ) and some wanted connects and yeah!! please like this post if u wanna plot bc i’m fucking READY. be warned his backstory is Dramatic asf bc i’m extra lmaoo

tw: murder, mentions of human trafficking, drugs, weapons, and abuse

was born and raised as a single child into a very very wealthy family. i’m talking “i’m kinda bored maybe i’ll buy an island??” type rich. family was did not come from old money but his father had built his empire with his own hands … or so he said.

his father was rarely ever there and the interactions he had with hunter when hewas home was never anything good. his mother on the other hand was a saint. she had multiple charity organizations she ran and they were not only for publicity. she genuinely cared about others and wanted to help any way she could. his father humored her since this kept her out of his way and in the dark about the multiple links to crime organizations he had. his hands were dirty with things from embezzlement, human trafficking, money laundering, murder, torture, drugs and weapons transport, and much MUCH more.

the type of person who voluntarily got involved in business like this was not good to his son. multiple scars that he sports now had come from his father. he had always had a temper and that was transferred onto hunter and even his wife if she chose to stand in the way of his hand and his child.

it wasn’t until hunter was eleven that a massive fight broke out between the two of them in the middle of the night. unable to sleep, he had wandered into the hallway in search of his mother and had instead stumbled into a heated argument between his parents. his mother had figured out what her husband did and how he had come to such power and had threatened to call the police.

it was then that right before his eyes, his father moved against her. hands against her throat and with the paperweight on his desk, he drained the life out of her. of course, he didn’t want to watch, but he stood frozen in his spot, unable to move and forced to watch his mother being murdered through the small gap in the door.

that night he got into bed, his sleeping problem worse than before, and trembling he stayed up all night. the police came the next day and within a week framed a low life thug. knowing what he knows now, hunter assumes it was the underground connections his father had that helped him cover up his crime. police never questioned rome which made him even more nervous. he was now a prisoner in his own home, with information he wasn’t supposed to know, and alone with the monster who had taken his mother away.

the day he lost his mother was the day he had devoted his life into bringing his father down, through any means necessary. anything his father was capable of doing wasn’t out of the question. to catch a monster, he became exactly what his father was. the whole reason for joining the sanctum was to bring down his father. that’s the sole purpose of everything he does.

right now, he’s seen in public as the wild card. he’s the drunk playboy son of a multibillionare. he’s basically bruce wayne when the way he’s seen in public. he’s incompetent, though charming, but clueless. this is exactly the facade he needs in order for his father not to suspect anything, and he plays it well. tbh he’s basically bruce wayne in public and batman when he’s alone which is his real self lmao.

he’s basically become everything he hated his father for being, but he extracts information from murderers and scum of the earth. he’s never laid a hand on innocent people and he believes that the end justifies the means. his father is one of the biggest criminals though nobody knows, and if he’s able to take him off the streets, it would be better for everyone.

WANTED PLOTS

best friend?? singular cause bitch has major trust issues esp with what he’s doing rn so he can’t really have anyone being too close to him but this his ride or die bitch like fr fr.

enemies. now this he can have tons of. to the public he’s kind of a spoiled drunk playboy type so he probs won’t get along with many people. bring me the enemies.

frequent hook ups. now ik he’s in that like rlly nice and wholesome rls with naila/cassiopea but lbr they cant fucking stand each other and my boy got needs. doesn’t have to be a huge deal obvi cause my boy ain’t emotionally available and this needs to be kept hush hush.

love interest. idk dude some like...super angsty shit LOL. probs was super in love but had to break it off. i have maybe an idea like idk he had to break up w her cause whatever he’s doing is bound to get him or people around him hurt or maybe it was something else lets plot it out man.

someone who knows who he truly is besides his best friend. behind the charming smiles and stupid act he pulls off in public, there’s some scary shit going on, and somehow, someway, this person found out about it. we can plot out the rest of it!!

someone hurt by his dad?? his dad probs hurt a bunch of people/ruined a bunch of peoples lives and idk maybe they want hunter to pay for it?

#{ *・ﾟ✧ out of control. › ooc } #untouchable:intro