#telling on themselves. like we get that u don’t care about this shit

[nibeul]

call me crazy but maybe they should stop making documentaries about serial killers. especially when the victims’ families weren’t consulted or compensated. just a thought

#and maybe y’all should stop watching them too #all the white women talking about how they were able to sit through/it wasn’t scary or gruesome blah blah blah #telling on themselves. like we get that u don’t care about this shit #when it’s affecting poc esp Black men and BOYS. #no awareness whatsoever #and you get dumb fucks like that sb from earlier talking about how it’s the queer rep they want #like god kys #antiblackness

[bordysbae]

can u do a luca blurb where there’s like an argument and it’s like luca and his gf vs someone else and it’s the two like sticking up for each other? i hope that makes sense

“a new side of you”

luca fantilli x f!reader

warning: profanity and underage drinking

despite the ending of frozen four not being what everyone was hoping, the boys still threw themselves a party as soon as they got back to michigan, just because of how far they had made it. it’s also a party to say their “formal” goodbyes to the seniors, and the boys who won’t be returning next year due to upcoming signings with the big league.

the party isn’t a rager, but it sure isn’t small either. there are people everywhere, but the only person you care to find is your boyfriend luca. you got caught up in a conversation with johnny while luca went to get another drink, not even realizing luca hadn’t come back in quite some time. you eventually find him in a conversation with one of his classmates. you’ve met the guy before but he’s nothing special. in your opinion he has a bland personality and thrives off of his daddy’s money, but since he’s friends with a few of the guys, you almost always see him at parties.

“jonah, hey!” you greet him, as luca wraps an arm around your shoulder.

“oh hey, y/n right?” jonah nods his head towards you as his form of addressing you.

“uh, yeah,” you say, annoyed by him already. you know he knows your name since you guys have met over five times, but he chooses to have a douche bag persona. “not like we haven’t met already” you mumble under your breath making luca chuckle.

“what’d you say?” jonah asks you, straightening his back. you look up from your cup at him, and chuckle at his new tough-boy stance.

“nothing, what were you guys talking about before i got here? i didn’t mean to interrupt,” you say in an attempt to change the topic.

“no, fucking tell me what you said,” jonah blurts out, startling both you and luca.

“dude relax. i didnt even say anything, chill out man,” you scoff.

“someone’s on their period. control your woman fantilli,” jonah jokes. your mouth falls agape at his statement.

“what did you just say to me? i’m on my what?”

“you heard me,” jonah chuckles before taking a sip of his drink.

“watch your fucking mouth douchebag. don’t fucking say that shit about my girlfriend! especially right in front of her or me,” luca starts up.

“oh it was a joke relax, you can’t even talk like you’re some big guy anyways! you warm the bench, and you guys lost in the frozen four. just chill out luca you’re not some hotshot,” jonah exclaims. your mouth falls agape, and lucas whole body tenses up.

before you can even think, your mouth just starts running, “oh you wanna talk about hot shots? you thrive on daddy’s money and think everyone is in love with you. newsflash, just because you never went d1 for hockey after high school, doesn’t mean being friends with the team makes you important. honestly, they all think you’re a dick. and so what if luca doesn’t get the absolute most playing time? he still went d1, unlike someone else in this conversation”

luca chuckles at your words, and this makes jonah even more pissed. “you think i’m gonna listen to you? don’t you have a fucking nail appointment to go to?”

“jonah you sound like an idiot. pulling out misogynistic ‘insults’ like that’s gonna do anything? just accept the fact you’re in the wrong, it’ll be the only good thing you ever did. notice how i’m the one in a relationship, and you can barely get a girl in your bed unless she’s intoxicated? which by the way is horrible in itself, but that’s a conversation for another time. just go home bud.” luca declares.

despite the topic of conversation, you can’t help yourself but be attracted to this side of luca. you’ve never seen him act out this way, and him defending you like this is only making the attraction worse. the heavily intoxicated jonah flips you both off and makes his way back into the pool of people, leaving you and luca alone in the kitchen.

“that was a new side of you. i liked that” you admit, making luca blush ever so slightly.

“oh yeah?” he laughs, and pulls you closer to his body so that you’re now against his chest looking up at him.

“i’m sorry about that, he’s an asshole.” luca says to you softly but loud enough for you to hear over the music.

“no i’m sorry. he said some rude things about you babe, don’t listen to him he’s just jealous”

“eh, i don’t mind. i get enough chirping from adam anyways,” luca chuckles and kisses the top of your head. you both embrace each other a little bit more before heading back to the swarm of people throughout the rest of the house. you guys went back to luca’s dorm afterwards and spent the rest of the night in each others arms, never forgetting the moment you two shared tonight.

#luca fantilli #luca fantilli imagine #luca fantilli blurb #luca fantilli x reader #umich hockey #hockey imagine #hockey blurb #michigan hockey #l

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Hello! I have a requesttttttt…

Could you possibly write a JJ x Reader where the team just finished a case and are celebrating with a night out, and whilst the fun activities that clubbing/bars include… another woman starts hitting on and dancing with reader and JJ gets really jealous…

Could possibly include JJ and reader dancing together 😝

Can end however you’d like! But I’d love to see your take on this idea!

Of course, if you’re busy or don’t feel like writing this, thats totally cool too, thanks!

I love this idea sm!! And thank you for the request!

Summary: A girl started flirting with you at the bar, JJ get jealous and comes to rescue you

Word Count: 937

Jealous JJ, fluff, kissing

Pairings: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Sorry it isn’t very long!!

Reader pov:

I’m sitting at my desk filling out an after action report for the case we just closed when I hear a door swing open and Rossi walk out.

“Okay I’m so done with reports and I’m sure you all are too, who’s up for a drink? I’m buying the first round!” He walks down to the lift after saying this and we all collectively scramble to put away our things.

“Ugh I’m so happy he saved us from that, our desks are so far away it’s u fair I couldn’t even talk to you.” I hear a familiar voice complain from behind me. I turn around to see my gorgeous girlfriend JJ.

“Agreed, now, let’s go I really need a drink.” She giggled at my response and clasped my hand in her own and we headed out the bau with the rest of the team.

Time skip to when they’re at the bar:

JJ pov:

“SHOTS OMG LETS DO SHOTS!” I hear Penelope yell over the loud music.

“Ooh yeah let’s do shots!” I hear Emily respond to her. They both head off to the bar to go get their respective drink while I stay seated still nursing my cocktail. Y/n was sitting to my right, Rossi was across from us, Spencer was next to him and the rest of the team was either at the bar or on the dance floor.

“Come dance with me Jayj, please!” My girlfriend pleaded with me, using her best puppy eyes. In all honesty I was far too tired to dance right now, and my cocktail hadn’t quite kicked in yet.

“Maybe in a bit babe, alright?” I hear her huff at my answer but comply nonetheless.

“Okay fine, I’m just going to dance with Derek first a bit then!” She cheerfully skips off and starts dancing with Derek. I giggle at the fact she peeled a girl off him just so they could dance together, he would not be happy about that.

I sit back in my chair a bit and watch as Penelope and Emily come back with the shits they ordered, clearly not just for themselves.

“We knew you’d say no to shits so we got you one anyway!” Emily explained as she sat a small glass in front of each of us, excluding Spence obviously. I put my glass down and picked up the smaller one with a questionably coloured liquid inside it but downed it with the rest of them anyway.

“Oh my god that’s.. oh god that strong.” I wince as the drink burn my throat. As I take a second to readjust to the sensation I look around and see y/n taking a break by the bar, but not with Morgan. A blonde who I’ve never seen before was cozying up to her side and whispering things in her ear. I could tell she was trying to ignore her but it still made my blood boil.

“Oh no, JJ’s jealous!” Rossi called out to everyone. Collectively all eyes then landed on my girlfriend and this woman at the bar.

“Oh damn JayJ she’s got your girl, what you gunna do?” I hear Morgan say to me as he walks up to the table.

“I’m going to wait a bit, see what happens.” Everyone shared a look that I didn’t care to analyse right now and went back to staring down this random blonde and sipping my drink.

After y/n was handed her drink she went back to the dane floor, I’m assuming to look for Derek, but instead she was met with two hands in her waist and a girl practicing grinding on her. That is my breaking point. She was visibly uncomfortable, what is with this girl?

“JJ!” Y/n shouted as she saw me approaching. I smiled sweetly at her and then glared at the woman now standing next her, with an arm resting on her hip.

“Uhm, who’s this?” The snarky girl asked. Y/n tried to sneak away from her to me but she was having none of it.

“I’m her girlfriend who are you?” The look of shock the flashed across this girls face was priceless. Instantly she let y/n/n go and she walked off.

“Hey are you okay?” I ask as she practically falls into my arms.

“Yeah I’m fine, just hated her.” I laughed at this then said, “You and me both. You’re mine, and no one else’s.” She looked into my eyes and gave me a small peck on the cheek and began to sway, with a shit eating grin on her face.

I smile at her antics and sway along with her. I pull her in by her hips and her arms find their way around my neck pulling my head to meet hers in a sweet kiss. Our lips moved together and it was like the world around us was drowned out. As if we were the only two people in this place, y/n/n had that effect on me. I tugged on her bottom lip and like clockwork she parted her lips to give my tongue entrance. We explored each other’s mouths like it was the first time again.

As we pulled away she smiled at me when her favourite song came on and her face lit up.

“OH MY GOD JAY WE HAVE TO DANCE TO THIS ONE!” I agree with her and we begin dancing together. Not with any real coordination, just enjoying ourselves.

#wlw #lesbian pride #wlw fanfic #lesbian #sapphic #criminal minds #wlw pride #jj x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau x you

[millersdjarin]

Some Invisible String

Chapter II: Skies Grew Darker

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader (afab)

Rating: E (eventually)

Summary: Ten years after Reader left Joel for reasons he still doesn't know, they find themselves together again in a town called Jackson. Joel has questions he's too afraid to ask; and Reader dreads having to give the answers.

Chapter length: 3.9k

Warnings/Tags: injury recovery, light angst, ellie is an absolute G and i love her with all my heart

Chapter One

notes: hello i hope u enjoy love u <3

They’ve got medicine here. Actual antibiotics, even some painkillers. 

Apparently some of the folks in town are from all different corners of the country—some ex-fireflies, some ex-loners, even some ex-hunters, like me, Tommy, and Joel. Everyone came with their own stories, and their own supplies, or ways of getting them. 

Well, everyone except me. All I brought was blood and confusion. But, still. 

Angela keeps me in the town’s doctor’s office for a couple of days to recover. In that time, Joel comes to see me several times each day, as well as Tommy and Ellie. I still don’t really know who she is; just that, for some reason, she’s especially close with Joel. But, just like he’s holding back his questions—I can see it on his face every time the room falls into quiet—I’ve held back mine until I start to feel a little more human again. 

Which is today, apparently. Everything is aching less, and I feel like I’m actually awake where I lie still in my bed. I could probably even sit up to eat today if I wanted to.

Ellie comes in sometime in the early morning, not long after I and the rest of the town started to wake up. She smiles, so bright-eyed and young, and sits in the chair beside my bed. “How you feeling?” She asks. “You look better.” 

“I feel better,” I answer with a relieved exhale. “I mean, I still feel like I just came back from the brink of death, but…you know.” 

“I know what you mean,” Ellie says. “I’ve had days like that, too. I remember after Joel was injured last winter, even once he was better he still took a while to get right again.” 

I frown, mostly out of curiosity, partly out of concern. “How long have you two known each other?” 

She blows a raspberry and looks away in thought. “I guess over a year now. A year and a half maybe? Time is weird.” 

“Yeah, tell me about it. Have you been here all that time?” 

“No. We actually both came from Boston.” 

“Boston?” I feel my eyebrows raise. That’s a long way from Texas, and it’s a long way from here. “So how long have you been…here? What brought you here?” 

“That’s…kind of a long story,” she grins, sheepish. “I’m sure Joel’ll tell you all about it.” 

I almost snort. “I doubt it.” 

“Why not? You guys were obviously close.” 

“It was a long time ago.” 

“Alright, well, he obviously cares a lot about you,” Ellie counters. She’s swinging her legs back and forth under the chair, her hands sitting calmly in her lap. “Him and Tommy. How’d you guys meet?” 

“It’s a long story,” I echo her earlier sentiment, not wanting to get into it. I’m sure Ellie is just as curious about my history with them as I am about her’s. But it’s complicated. Everything is always so complicated. “You guys are obviously close, too. You and Joel.” 

“Yeah. Yeah, we are.” A fond smile spreads over her lips, shy, like she’s trying to hide it. She looks down at her lap, fiddles with her fingers. “We had a pretty intense few months together out on the road. But you know what he’s like. Emotions, relationships…not really his area of expertise.” 

I actually do laugh at that, because I can’t help it. Because even though she’s just a kid, Ellie gets it. “Yeah, you’re telling me, kid. It’s just his way of surviving, though, you know?” 

She nods. “Yeah, I know. And I get it. He’s taught me a lot about that. You know, surviving.” 

My mind goes to Sarah in an instant. 

I met Joel five years after the outbreak. He never talked about his past, his family, his life before it all went to shit. And he definitely never talked about Sarah. 

But Tommy told me. One night, when Joel had been particularly gruff and distant all day, insisting on taking all the patrols even though he was exhausted from constant nightmares for a week, Tommy told me it was Sarah’s birthday. He said her name like I should have already known who she was. Like he’d expected Joel would have told me.

I only brought it up to him the one time. That night when I went to bed and saw him sitting on his shitty mattress on the ground, fiddling with the broken watch on his left wrist. “Tommy told me,” I said, quiet into the dark room. “About Sarah.” 

“Don’t…” 

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. And that if you ever want to tell someone about her, I’m all ears,” I’d said. Then, before he could protest or leave the room out of frustration, embarrassment, survival instinct—whatever it was that kept him so guarded—I just said, “Goodnight, Joel.” 

And that was that. 

Now, lying here in this bed, I look up at Ellie, hear her say Joel taught her how to survive. Something he never got chance to teach Sarah after it all went to shit. Something he blamed himself for. Maybe he still does. 

I think of Sarah, of Joel, of his closeness with Ellie. It must have taken him a lot to overcome his fears and his past. It’s always weighed over him so heavily that I could see it. 

But now, thinking about it, about how he is with Ellie, he looks different. Lighter. Like he’s not so afraid anymore. 

I wonder what happened between them. How he let anyone new into his life again. 

Just as I’m about to ask Ellie, the door swings open, and in walks Joel. 

“Speak of the devil,” Ellie smirks, craning her neck to look at him. 

“You ladies talkin’ about me?” Joel asks. He doesn’t smile, but there’s one in his voice. He’s carrying a covered tray that’s billowing steam up from around the edges. “Thought my ears were burnin’.”

“Yeah, talking shit,” Ellie says. 

Joel grumbles in response and heads closer to me. He’s so tall from where I am, towering over me like a beautiful skyscraper. Shifting the tray into one hand, he uses his other to gently bump his fist against Ellie’s shoulder. “Scoot,” he says. Ellie does as he asks but stands behind the chair as he sits down, putting her hands on the backrest. “You hungry?” He asks me. 

“Starving,” I answer. The food, whatever it is, smells good. Sweet. I haven’t had sweet in so long. 

“Got pancakes,” he opens the tray like someone on an old ad for a cruise. If I was talking to anyone else but Joel, I’d expect them to say Bon appetit. 

“Pancakes?” Ellie repeats from behind him, staring down at the plate with wide eyes. “Why did no one tell me it’s pancakes?!” 

He smiles, mostly to himself. It’s soft and fond. It’s fucking beautiful to see on him. “Well, go on then,” he says to her, so southern that it hurts, “there might still be some left. Better hurry before the other kids get there first.” 

Ellie starts towards the door, but pauses before opening it. “I’m glad you’re feeling better,” she says, smiling at me, then she heads back out into the cold and runs across the street to the cafe. 

Joel turns to me with that same fond smile. There’s a look on his face that says, Kids, am I right? And I don’t know how I translate it, because I’ve never seen him look like this before. “You need help eatin’?” He asks, putting the cover back on the plate to keep it hot.

“I think I can sit up today,” I say.

“You sure? I don’t know if Angela needs to check you over first…” 

I wave a nonchalant hand, then press it into the mattress. “I’m fine.” Using both hands, I start to push myself up the bed, lifting my head and chest. 

Joel shifts on his chair. “I don’t know if…”

“She told me to sit up when I feel ready,” I grunt out, using all the strength I have—which isn’t a lot—to get myself sitting upright. It hurts like fuck, but the pain has been worse in the last few days, so it’s fine. (It’s not. It’s spreading across my whole body. But I just want to eat my pancakes, to feel normal again. To prove Joel wrong and make up for the fact that I cried in front of everyone. In front of him.) 

Joel half reaches out towards me. I start to struggle the last few inches as my stomach muscles begin to weaken. I can’t quite get straight enough to lean back against the wall, and my elbows are shaking. 

Without a word, Joel puts down the tray and shoots up from his seat, reaching out to hold me steady. One of his hands grasps the arm opposite him, the other wrapping around my back. “I gotcha,” he hauls me up against the headboard. God. His hands are freezing, but my skin under where he touches me feels like fire. “Alright?” He asks once I’m settled. 

I can’t quite speak, so I just nod. 

The tray is in my lap soon, complete with a closed cup of milk with a straw, like it’s made for a kid. But it means it hasn’t spilled, and doesn’t spill even when my hands shake a little as I drink, so it is what it is. 

“You want some time alone, or…?” 

I stare at him, not knowing what to say. What I want. 

“Just I know Ellie’s been comin’ in here a lot, so I thought maybe you’re wanting some space…” 

I stab a piece of pancake and eat it. My God, there’s not even any syrup on it, just some stewed apples, but it is like heaven has just exploded in my mouth. I feel my eyelids flutter at the sensation, at the sweetness I haven’t tasted in so many years. Then, instead of giving Joel an answer, I ask, “What’s the deal with you two? She’s a sweet kid. Seems to care about me just ’cause you d—know me.” I stop myself before I say Because you do. Because, does he? Does he care any more than he feels obligated to anymore? 

If Joel notices my stumble, he doesn’t show it. “Yeah, she’s…she’s a good kid. It’s kind of a long story.” 

“That’s what Ellie told me, too.” I’m speaking with my mouth full of sticky, sweet pancakes. This might actually be heaven. 

“I, uh…I did a lot of smuggling, back in Boston. Me and my…partner, we got a job to smuggle her out of the QZ.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You smuggled a teenage girl out of a safe place and into the wild?” 

“I wouldn’t say safe,” he grumbles, “but, yeah.” 

“Why’d she need smuggled?” 

“That’s, uh…” he looks away, down at his lap. For a moment he seems to consider something, his forehead creasing like it does when he’s thinking really hard. “I don’t think you’d believe me if I told you.”

Observing him for a moment, I push a bit of apple out of my teeth with my tongue. “Try me,” I say. 

Instead of answering, Joel sighs, long and heavy. After a minute he shakes his head, and when he lifts it to meet my eyes, I see an expression that I only saw in the first few weeks we knew each other. An expression I never thought I’d have to see again: distrust. 

He shakes his head again, and doesn’t say anything. 

But I hear him clear as day. He doesn’t trust me. 

I don’t blame him. 

Clearing my throat, I chop up another mouthful of pancake and shove it down me. Somehow, I’ve almost finished the plate already. “Thanks, uh, for the breakfast.” 

“Thank Lucy. We’re damn lucky to have her.” 

Lucy is the town’s cook. A lot of the residents cook for themselves in their homes—which was once the norm in our lives, but now seems like such a foreign concept—but she still makes meals in the cafe for newer residents, injured people, and those who are shit at cooking. 

“So, you went on some big adventure, I assume,” I say into the quiet, half-joking. But the way Joel chuckles dryly and shakes his head, I realise that the answer is a very serious yes. “How’s Tommy already married if you’ve not been here long?” 

“He’s been here a lot longer than me. Maria’s dad set this place up.” 

I frown. “Tommy wasn’t in Boston with you?” 

Joel still won’t meet my eyes. He runs a rough hand over his mouth and stubble, rubs his jaw where the hairs are greyer. I’m a little distracted by it, to be honest. I can’t help but imagine running my hands over his face myself. Even after all this time, those thoughts are still there. 

“We, uh, we separated a while back. Not long after you left, actually.” 

“…Oh,” I’m not sure what to make of that. “I’m glad you’re back together again.” 

“Me, too.” 

My plate now empty, I watch him. He’s somewhat lost in thought, stroking at his jaw over and over, back and forth, staring down at the floor. Maybe he, too, is lost in the memories of what it was like back then. When me, him, and Tommy were a team. When we were part of a group of hunters. When we killed to survive. 

It was hell. Tommy always hated it the most, even though I was always the softest. 

But we did survive.

I look at Joel now, all grey flecks of hair and creases on his face from years of horror. I’ve got some premature greys now, too, but not nearly as many. He looks tired. Not badly rested; there are no bags under his eyes or paleness in his cheeks. But he just looks…tired. Worn down. Maybe it’s because of my presence here.

“Joel…” I say, hesitant. I don’t really know where I’m going with it. I can’t stop thinking about the old days. About the day I left. About the letter I wrote explaining why, that was always addressed to the fire, and not to him. “It’s been a long time,” I find myself settling on. 

He laughs at that. I can’t decide if it’s humourless or not. “Yeah. It has.” 

“You got old,” I tease. Because that’s always a good route to go down when I’m not sure. 

“I sure did. Happens to all of us. Not you, apparently.” He glances up at me, then looks away just as quickly. 

“What are you talking about? I got old, too.”

“You still look just like you did the day I lost…the day you…” 

I look down as guilt hangs in my chest. I should say something. I should apologise. Maybe I should explain, after all these years. 

Does he even want to know? Does he need to? 

Do I want him to know? 

“I should get goin’,” he says before I have any longer to overthink. He slaps his hands on his legs before standing up, then reaches for my empty tray. “Take it easy today. Angela’ll check on you soon.” 

He turns towards the door and I try to scrabble for something to say to get him to stay. I don’t want him to leave—not yet. “Joel…” but his name fades in my mouth, because there are no words. 

“I’ll come by later,” is all he says before he leaves. 

Deflated, I lean further back into the wall behind me. 

Everything hurts.

-

“Joel and Tommy both have spare rooms, if you wanted to stay with one of them,” Angela explains as she tends to some of the smaller cuts on my arms and shoulders. “Or there’s the inn where we house new residents before getting them settled.” 

“I’ll take the inn,” I answer, not needing to think about it. 

“You sure? Recovery ain’t gonna be an easy thing. You might want some friends around to help you out.” 

I’ve survived this long on my own. “I’ll be fine,” I insist. “Had worse.” 

Angela snorts. “Doubt it. You almost died, you know that, right?” 

“Oh, I know,” I sigh. The pain in my body never lets me forget it. Then, realising I haven’t said it yet, “Thank you. For…for saving my life.” 

Angela leans back, happy with her work. “No need to thank me,” she offers a warm smile. “You should thank the brothers. They’re the ones who found you. Crazy how fate works, isn’t it?” She throws old bandages into the bin and closes her medical case. 

I chuckle, dark. “Fate is one word for it, I guess.” Luck is probably more accurate. But whether or not it’s good luck or bad luck, I’m not sure yet. Jury’s still out. 

“Alright, well, if you feel ready, you can head on to your new lodgings. I’m sure Maria’ll get you set up with your own place in no time. For now, I’ll get them to give you a ground floor room.” 

“Thanks,” I say, relieved to be getting out of here. It’s not that it’s not nice—hell, this is the nicest place I’ve been in since before the outbreak—it’s just I’m going a little stir crazy. I haven’t been this still for this long in a very, very long time. Every time someone says they’re going out on patrol, I get a little jealous. I want to be helpful, but more than that, I want to feel that I can still look after myself if push comes to shove. 

Which clearly is not the case, because as soon as I stand up with the help of the crutches Angela has loaned me, I regret it. Only for a second. But the regret is there; my brain says, Maybe we should’ve just stayed sitting down! 

As I hobble out of the doctor’s office and out into the snow, a cold breeze instantly assaults me. Angela is behind me, making sure I don’t fall, watching my step for me. But it’s fucking freezing out here.

My eyes are watering in an instant, blurring my vision. Using the crutches helps with my leg pain, but my arms are still weak and trembly. 

It’s as I’m stepping down off the stoop that I see Joel and Ellie coming running across the street towards me. 

“Angela! I told you to tell me when you discharged her!” Joel shouts as he gets closer. 

“I’m fine!” I shout into the wind, definitely not fine. The cold is making my fingers ache. As if I needed more things to hurt. 

“Where are you going?” Ellie asks. She points down the street in the opposite direction, “Our place is that way.” 

“She’s staying at the inn,” Angela says. She puts a hand on my back, steadying me, then gestures to the building we’re heading to.

“What—the inn?” Joel asks, following us now. 

“Yeah. You know, a place where people stay when they don’t have anywhere else?” Angela retorts, rolling her eyes. “Watch your step,” she says quietly to me, helping me hobble over a deeper patch of snow that crunches as I stand on it. 

“She can stay with us,” Ellie says. “You know that, right?” She looks at me from the side. 

I glance at her and try my best to smile through the pain and discomfort. “I’m fine, Ellie. Really.” 

“No, you’re not,” Joel argues. His voice is so deep and rumbly, like it’s coming from his belly. “You can’t recover on your own.”

“Let’s argue about this once we get her sat down in the warm, shall we?” Angela suggests, which gets everyone to stay silent until then. 

Ellie tries to pitch their house to me one last time. Joel is standing in the doorway of my room, looking disgruntled and grumpy, though that’s nothing new. Ellie sits at the bottom of my bed as I tell her No, thank you, for the last time. 

“Alright, well, if you’re sure. If you need any help, or anything…” 

“I know where you are,” I say, smiling gratefully. “Thanks, Ellie.” 

“I got you some of my favourite movies. Since we came here I’ve been able to watch them. You ever seen Star Wars?” 

Chuckling, I nod. “Yeah, I’ve seen those.” 

“I don’t think this TV has a DVD player hooked up, but I’ll ask Maria,” Ellie promises, putting the DVD cases on the vanity opposite the bed, next to the old TV. The idea of watching a movie is somehow alien and familiar all at once. 

“Thank you,” I say again. I’m amazed by this kid. She’s soft and kind and yet hard as nails. She’s mostly covered in winter clothing, but the skin I can see, she’s got a hell of a lot of scars. The most noticeable is on her eyebrow, gashing right through the hairs. It looks badass. 

But it’s also sad. She’s just a kid. 

“You can stay and watch them with me when it’s hooked up, if you want,” I offer. 

Ellie grins. “I’d love that! I’ll bring snacks.” 

Warmth blooms in my chest. It’s so unfamiliar that it concerns me for a second; I think something must be wrong. But then I look at Joel, standing in the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, wearing his big puffy winter coat, and it reminds me that the same warmth used to be there every time I looked at him. Until it turned to something fearful, something looming.

“Alright, kid, let her get some rest,” Joel says, standing up straight and nodding his head out the door. 

Ellie stands up and smiles at me. “I’ll see you later.” 

“See you.” 

She brushes past Joel in the doorway and elbows him in the ribs as she passes. Joel gives an over exaggerated grunt and bends over, making Ellie laugh as she heads down the hallway. “Come on, old man!” She shouts after him. 

With a small smile still on his lips, and a hand on his ribcage, he turns to me. “You sure you’re alright?” He asks.

His concern has that feeling coming back. Warmth, from my chest to my toes. I nod. “I’m sure. I’m probably gonna try and sleep for a bit.” 

“Angela said she’ll check on you. And there’s always someone about down here, if you need help.” 

“I’m alright, Joel,” I assure him gently, pulling the blanket further up so it sits against my hips. “Look at me, I’m sitting up. I’ll be fine.” 

He stays there for another long moment, but then he nods once, and turns to head out the door. “We’ll talk later.” 

“Later,” I agree, even though I don’t know what there is to talk about that isn’t telling him why the hell did I leave, and asking him why aren’t you angry at me for it?

I watch him walk away until he’s no longer there.

{chapter 2/5}

notes: all interactions are very appreciated, but comments/reblogs especially make my heart go brrr♡ ps. pls come and scream about the tlou show with me i am feral

taglist: @rosymythologies @lover1307

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel tlou #joel miller tlou #joel miller story #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #the last of us #the last of us joel #my fic #my fic: joel #some invisible string

[sstardustt3]

May I request BEN Drowned and Kagekao’s being bestie’s? Since both like to mess with people a lot. It’s surprisingly that people in Creepypasta fandom didn’t make them interact… I would like to see them meet. Kagekao is underrated by the way. :D

i literally don't know why I've never thought of doing this so thx u so much anon for requesting this :3

side note: sorry for doing this late I went on a trip of spring break and I didn't bring my computer so I couldn't do it until i got home

Tags: mentions of other creeps and hatsune miku and gumi (for…some reason) || reditor ass troll behavior || discord users || ben and kagekao are little shits and bullies ||

I’m just gonna say this: you know those discord fight night servers ? They’re both frequent participates and they win everytime.

Despite ben being a literal virus and having access to multiple different languages he sucks at japanese and whenever he talks to kage it’s like he’s speaking through google translate 

Kage knows this and constantly corrects him and makes fun of him for it and it pisses ben off so much 

What pissed him off even more was when he found out kage can speak and understand english perfectly fine (it was quiet literally like that one sound)

ben: “Y’know don’t think we ever got over that language barrier”

kagekao: “It’s not your fault.”

ben: “W-what the fuck you speak english?”

kagekao:“Of course i do.”

Safe to say  ben almost choked him out 

He also actually tried to tell the other creeps about that and no one believed him 

because kage REFUSES to speak english around everyone else

ben: “That shit stain speaks english im telling you.”

(insert creep i couldn't think of one): “No he doesn’t ben, your delusional.”

Kagekao: “Yeah ben, you’re being delusion.”

Ben: “SEE WHAT I MEAN.”

creep: “What are you talking about?”

kagekao: “そう、ベンのことを何言ってるの？”

ben: “I’m gonna get you one day I swear to god.”

One time they binged home alone and they just so happened to be left alone the same day because all the creeps just so happened to be out of the building so they rigged the entire building just like kevin (i’m probably gonna make this into a fanfiction)

Toby and jeff were the main victims of the traps 

Another prank  they did was that they asked cody to make seditaives and they put them in everyones food and drinks

Twitter warriors. They will (spesfically ben) will go to the most insane lengths when it comes to defending their faves and just pissing people off

Kage helps him come up with the most VILE insults and ben already has the most damaging insults so them together could probably make someone cry or bully a kpop stan into retirement

They think it’s funny to tell people to off themselves 

Average chronically online redditor users

Ben made the sonic.exe creepypasta game and kage helped with the text in the game

Ben is a hatsune miku stan and kage is a gumi stan

They have matching hello kitty pajamas

Kage is the only one who has seen the inside of ben’s room (unwillingly) and despite him having a whole ass room to himself they basically live togther

Kagekao has no sense of personal space when it comes to ben because he knows ben despises  being physically close to people (even though he is basically holographic unless he touches people) and he gets as close as humanly possible to piss him off until he gets hot and has to reboot

Kage constantly reminds ben that he’s taller and physically stronger than him

Overall? They’re made for each other, if they could care for other people romantically (which I think they’re both too much of self-centered assholes to do so) they would probably be married, actually they probably are for tax benefits.

- requests and reposts are deeply appreciated -

#creepypasta #writing #creepypasta headcanon #headcanon #toby rogers #ticci toby #ben drowned hcs #ben drowned arg #ben drowned headcanons #kagekao #kagekao headcanons #kagekao creepypasta #ben drowned creepypasta #ben creepypasta #jeff the killer #slenderverse

[krash-and-co]

hey krash, i wanted to reach out and say that i'm so sorry that you got such a hurtful reaction from one of the l&co servers for speaking up about something that genuinely needed to be addressed. i won't badmouth anyone in particular but this is not the first time this fandom has dogpiled someone over a misunderstanding, and when it happened to me i had severe anxiety over it for about a week even after it was resolved, and eventually left because of it. it left a pretty bad taste in my mouth for the fandom in general, so i mostly just stick to my small group of mutuals now lol. i wish this fandom truly was different from other fandoms, but this kind of thing is unfortunately inevitable once something reaches a certain level of popularity. but that certainly doesn't make it okay, and you didn't do anything to deserve the reaction you got. i hope you can feel peace about it soon, and i'm sorry again that it happened at all. 🫂

(please don't feel pressured to answer this if you'd rather the matter be left alone, i totally understand. i just wanted to send you an ask because i didn't know if you're comfortable with dms.)

hi im so sorry i forgot to answer!!! thank you so much this means so much to me. 💙💙💙 i read this for the first time when i was feeling pretty attacked and it really cheered me up <3

hmm other people have been telling me about how they got attacked in this fandom too. and maybe this shouldn't have surprised me as much as it did. but it's something fans never talk about and claim doesn’t exist, so i thought it didn’t. i was horribly fooled lol. as, uh, i am about to rant about; do you mind? u don’t have to read it, i won’t be offended, but halfway thru answering this ask it turned into a rant i wanted to release into the world lol, so sorry about that 😭😭😭

very important disclaimer!!! this is NOT about everyone. ABSOLUTELY NOT. most of you are absolutely amazing people, and i assure you if ur worried this is about you, it’s prob not lol

ANYWAYS!!!

im kind of feeling i was betrayed?? ig? i rlly believed everyone was so kind, and look what i know now. it genuinely seems like people are gaslighting themselves. how else do they only see our ‘harm?’ yeah, our fandom is known for being passionate, but saying we’re known for kindness is starting to make me sick. maybe we were, i know a lot of us still are, but throwing that out there in the middle of your hypocritical hate post seems like justification for the shit things people have been saying. you can say no wrong so long as you’re here. only people who don’t agree with you. so yeah, fuck krash and ljc and anyone else who doesn't agree!!! that totally shows how kind you are and how much you loved the fandom before we messed it up. nobodys visibly mad, cuz we're too scared to say shit!!!

i’ve seen too many examples of the contrary from the “victims,” wailing about how cruel we are the second they disagree with someone. (in a highly hypocritical manner, at that.) “everyone was so happy before this!” no, they weren’t, that’s why i brought it up. “stop bringing hate to this fandom! now let me fucking berate you!” do you even hear yourself? “nobody even cared before, we were all content!” we weren’t all content, we were just silent. it sometimes looks the same.

someone even declared they were leaving the fandom because ‘one person wanted to stop show saving efforts entirely because it traumatized them, and this is no longer a safe place.’ like, what? where did you even get that? for one, there were at least two of us posting together, and that’s just barely knowing anything about what’s happening. thats not even touching on how one of us (idk who the op of that post was talking about, it’s a 50/50 lol) made the fandom an unsafe place for our personal gain. what?

hella kind. hella safe on their part.

another said they saw only old fans agreeing about this so it’s just us being pissed about change. it’s us hating the show. me and ljc being upset about not being the only “big blogs” any more. our fandom is only for the elite, etc. fuck us. yet ljc is getting blackmailed. we’re getting hate replies. friends that try and help get attacked. misinformation spread. how did that even happen? we never once tried to hurt anyone; thank you to those who understand.

but to some, WE’RE the ones in the wrong.

do they SEE themselves? how hypocritical all of this is? or are their heads that far up in the ass of their petition and beloved fake idea of this fandom that they care about more than all of us?

now, this is where i add another “not everyone” message. not everyone is like this, this is not me saying i hate the petition or people who support it. hell, i signed the petition. twice. and once more from my mothers email.

i don’t regret the i love you posts i made, because i still do love this fandom, i am still absolutely here for the rest of yall. but DAMN if we weren’t hiding something under happy Save The Show, I Love Locknation! messages. perfectly smiling faces until they bite. i was surprised to see how many people did.

as if our previous problems weren’t enough, now it turned into this lol. no, that’s a lie, it didn’t. it already was, and i HATE THAT.

ig im kinda spoiled, i never really experienced hate like this from this fandom before. but now i know it happened BEFORE too, and that just pisses me off. it hurts coming from a group who says they love us. genuinely wacko (not the fun kind) behavior :[

i know this isn’t everyone’s experience, but it is mine, and enough others to make me wanna say this. and this is ofc me and @lucy-j-carlyle 's brand of hate, not yours. but it does happen and the constant chant that IT DOESN'T IT DOESNT IT DOESN'T isn't helping anyone. and now I know.

idk what im even saying anymore lol, sorry for ranting. what i mean to say is, thank you, and i wish things were better. and i love you kind people. im happy it’s most of you.

#💙💙💙💙 #if people hate on the person who asks me this !!! you will have to get thru me (i am 5’4) #okay but pls i’ll take the fall. genuinely #they did nothing wrong #im the one who answered in rant form #lockwood and co #literally idk what just happened sorry for the word vomit

[stxrmylxve]

Ran (p2 of 2)

If you don’t remember… :

@tenjikusstuff: omg i never requested anyone i just don't know how request work...but like. ANYTHING with Ran makes my knees week. From the most angsty thing to the most fluff thoot sweet one. I just love him THAT much. And same gors for Hanma fucking Shuji. These beanpoles have my heart attached to strings.

So basically I saw an alphabet thing where people did every letter for something regarding a character? Idk if that makes sense lol but here’s where I got credit from; (sfw) (nsfw)

A - Aftercare This poor man. He switches from ruthless to being the most worrisome man in the world. You might doze off, but you will wake up to food and water and be wrapped up in a blanket while he lies cold behind you.

B - Bff Similar to how he is as a bf, I think he would worry 24/7. He knew you were a little oblivious at times and couldn't help but hope no one bothered you while he was away from you.

C - Cum (legit so awkward to write this cause its interesting to describe lol) He has a bit of a shitty diet so this reflects that lol. It's more clear than anything else and sticks to legit everything. Still enjoyable to take in LOL

D - Domestic (settling down) If you were ready, he would be too. He likes to cook, especially with you, and wouldn't mind taking on the house-husband role outside of work.

E - Experience Might seem like big shit but is probably truly learning with you, prove me wrong. He might have a club, see ladies, and get bitches all the time, but sex? No clue.

F - Favorite Position Cowgirl's helper is a yes along with leapfrog. I think just anything to where he could see your body react to him would be fine. These are only 2 out of many though.

G - Gentleness SO GENTLE. GENTLEMAN. If you have a headache and you're into brushing your hair to relieve stress, you bet he is going to do it for you. Have stuff in your hands? He's taking them and walking in the door, he doesn't care if it's heavy, he's taking them.

H - Hugs? It might weird him out at first, but if you do it enough, he will ask for them every day almost.

I - Intimacy Not romantic enough to have music playing or anything, but he might light your favorite candle and take a bath with you...

J - Jealousy If it's in one of his places, and he owns a lot, he will get mad and fire any employee that looks you up and down.

K - Kiss No brainer, sucker for kisses. And if you pull his hair slightly? He's gone, buckling, like legit crumbles.

L - Location (to do it) Private places like the bedroom, not into others watching in public if he doesn't know them. Ultimately your choice tbh.

M - Mornings (with them) You can't tell me he isn't the one man we wish to wake up to. Messy bedhead hair, raspy voice, does the stomach scratch thing that reveals the slightest below the belt... AH

N - No’s (turnoffs) When a person doesn't care for themselves and/or their s/o bugs Ran sm. Also just not being a good person. Like sure, he smokes some, yeah, but he's not rude to people or bothered if someone tries to make small talk if they haven't done anything?

O - Oral (giving, receive) Opposite of Hanma, better with the mouth than with the fingers. Legit almost chokes on air if you give it to him.

P - Patience Surprisingly patient. Wants shit done but can wait if it's necessary.

Q - Quickies Perfectly fine with them. Although it's normally just a name since he likes to take his time and it turns into an hour in the bathroom instead of a few minutes.

R - Risks He's risky all the time. Like mentioned above, a little clueless when it comes to the deed so you might need to explain the quote 'risk' before he goes at it.

S - Security Cares about you SO MUCH. Ran >>>> bodyguard

T - Toys? He has them. They're still in the packaging.

U - Ugly Habits He has a bad habit of forgetting things. Important things. It could be a simple meeting, or it could be a bigger thing like forgetting to eat.

V - Volume Loud af. Doesn't really care if someone hears, but you're equally as vocal so... guttural moans every time with praises.

W - Would they be whole without you? Absolutely not. He would beat himself up, even if it wasn't his fault you left him. If he left you, it would only ever be because it was for your safety.

X - X-ray Girthy and 5-6 inches. Cute little mushroom top :)

Y - Yearning Depends. If he has been tired for the past week due to work, begs you for a taste. Ordinarily, honestly could care less if it's not important to you either. If you ask, ofc he will. But won't outright be desperate like when he is tired.

Z - Zzz Sleep for so long. IDK WHY HE IS SO TIRED??? Maybe it's just a bad sleeping habit that became a habit, he will sleep in most days and be late to work.

#ran haitani #haitani ran #haitani x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev fanfic #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x y/n #x reader #gn!reader #gn reader #tokyo revengers ran #tokyo rev ran #tokyorev #tokyorev ran #smutty #fluff #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers hanma #ran x reader #ran headcanons #haitani ran headcanons #haitani ran imagines #bonten

[kissitbttr]

TJANK FUCKING GOD YOURE TALKING ABOUT THE R@PE SHIT IN THIS FANDOM. I'm actually in disbelief of how often it's being written. And I get the whole 'dont like, then scroll' and whatever, but when I open up my dash/tags and the first FIVE FUCKING FICS are r@pe fics???? And there's more every day, by the same, but also newer writers??? Wanna know what that is? Normalization. There's one blog on here that's so so so bad for it. And honestly, I get darker content, and I get the interest in rape from a psychological and conditional aspect, but that is when it's being taken seriously. These writers on here? Yeah, they're not fucking taking it seriously. If I see one more '💕🌷🎀' on a r@pe fic, I'm going to fucking lose it.

I can't imagine showing a survivor of SA one of these fics and telling them there is more like it. Like... How embarrassing. But the excuse is that the writers were SA'd and that this is the way they can work through their trauma. Personally, that literally does not add up to me. But! I'm not a psychologist so I can't dictate how someone works through their trauma. But, I can have an opinion on what they put on a public domain. And that's where the whole COD fandom issue lies. There is literally no healthy discourse. If you ask someone why they write about r@pe, they either block you, publicly slander you like you're the idiot for asking about a r@pe fic (???), or tell you to fuck off or something. Like... Why can't we just have a healthy discussion about it?? ESPECIALLY in a fandom with a pretty large female following. We SHOULD be talking about this not being hostile to each other, writers and readers alike.

Idk, sorry for the word dump. I spent four hours talking to a friend about this (who doesn't have Tumblr) and the general consensus was the same. I wish people could just think a little more critically. Just because you have a kink, or think somethings hot, doesn't always mean it's okay. And when you're consistently writing about it as a way to work through it, and posting it online, that just might be a sign that you should talk to a professional, cause there's nothing wrong with getting a second opinion.

took the fucking words outta my mouth babe. you are so RIGHT

tbh i never seen someone actively open about their trauma and say that they write the r*** fics as a way for them to cope. that’s definitely new to me. i mean, i’m no expert too and i can’t exactly say and tell them how to feel but yea that’s a little… bizarre. whether or not they’re using that as an excuse so they can write it i have nothing to say abt that. but if it’s a lie then they can go fuck themselves.

it’s not only this fandom i believe, right? there’s gotta be more and that’s the most fucked up thing about it. like i do not need to know you’re some mentally fucked individual who enjoys writing and reading about r*** content, u keep that shit to yourself. do not bring that bullshit here.

it’s pretty saddening to know that telling ppl to fuck off is their only response. which makes me realized that they are only good for one thing. how could you not have any ounce of decency in you to actually be aware of those things and realize that r*** is not okay and will never be okay?? I don’t care what’s the excuse or whatever reasons u want to bring to the table. if u don’t wanna talk about how r*** takes the joy out of a SA victim and leave a permanent scar in which they have to live with everyday, then there is no point in writing them at all.

and also, you know what saddens me more? the blogs that normally write them comes from women. because, man… you should’ve known better… you should’ve known that no woman on earth could ever live in peace knowing that one exact fear is the reason why we are so terrified of going out alone. why we are so terrified of men. why would you ever go out your way and change these beautiful characters to be some sort of evil spawn ?? weird ass bitches.

don’t be sorry for the word dump!! because i’m glad that some of you came into my inbox and expressed your thoughts about this particular bullshit.

they do need to get some help. and i mean this in the most nicest and disrespectful way possible tbh.

#anon #answered #also… which blog u talking abt cause i need to block em

[prolix-yuy]

Chapter 1: Pre-Session

Pairing: Francisco “Catfish" Morales x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: M, Sex Worker!Frankie, implied other Triple Frontier Boys!Sex Workers, watch me make up shit about sex work, descriptions of male and female bodies. While this chapter is not explicit, my blog and the content shared on it is 18+ MINORS DNI.

Cross-posted on AO3

Something New Masterlist || Sex Worker!Frankie AU Series Masterlist

You didn’t normally do things like this.

You used to look at yourself as confident, intelligent, a good partner, capable, engaging, fun…you had lots of adjectives to describe yourself that made you feel complete and happy.

After the divorce, those adjectives got replaced by cutting words and painful remarks that tattooed themselves inside your mouth. You desperately wanted to rid yourself of the taste of them but were too raw to cleanse it with someone new who could hurt you much the same.

Which is what led you to sitting on a bed in a hotel room, phone to your ear as you listen to sultry hold music. You’re wearing something that makes you feel good but not overtly sexy, comfortable but attractive. Pants and a top, and not your best lingerie. It lets you lower the stakes, allows you to be disappointed if this doesn’t go the way you imagine.

A click, and a male voice answers. You weren’t expecting a male receptionist when you dialed the number on a glossy flyer from a strip club bathroom. A tone-deaf decision from a well-meaning friend, but that disaster did lead you here.

“Pope’s.” he says simply, a pleasant voice in your ear.

“Hi!” you answer, your voice too loud and high-pitched. Clearing your throat, you force yourself to breathe. “Um, hello, hi, I was calling for…” Your voice catches on the words, tongue pressed to the roof of your mouth. A quiet “uhhhh” is all you can manage, but the voice on the other end chuckles knowingly.

“Don’t worry about it, happens all the time. Are you somewhere private?”

You look around the hotel room. Nothing skeezy, no Motel 6, but not the Ritz.

“Yes,” you manage this time, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“Okay, let’s walk you through this nice and easy. I’m guessing this is your first time?”

You twist the fabric of the comforter in your hands, your palms sticky with sweat. “Yeah, can you tell?”

The voice on the other end laughs.

“It’s always strange the first time. Or the only time, no judgment here.” The voice is putting you more at ease as he speaks, your muscles starting to unclench.

“I’m Pope, and I’m here to help you through what you want and what we can offer. Are you ordering for today?”

“Yeah, if that’s…okay…do people normally make…reservations?” Pope laughs again on the other end.

“You’re a fun one. Sometimes, but let’s not get into that right now. I’ve got a checklist to go through then we can get into the details.”

Pope is efficient and makes no comments as he runs you through his questionnaire. Your current sexual history, preferences, payment information. It feels more like you’re scheduling a repair appointment than an escort, which you mention as you try to ease some tension.

“Well sweetheart, sometimes you just need to be taken care of and have him leave after the service window.” You get a case of the giggles and cover the phone’s receiver, Pope’s own chuckles warming your ear. The nerves are still there but Pope is a reassuring guide.

“So that’s the boring stuff done. Now to the fun part. What are you looking for?”

You had been dreading this moment. It seemed silly to be shy at this point in time (he’d asked if you had a yeast infection within 6 months, you were past personal), but you knew voicing this desire was going to be the hardest part.

“Um, so, tell me if this is silly…or impossible, but…” You take a big breath and try to coach your thoughts into a cohesive stream. “I’m looking for someone…gentle. Someone who can take care of me for the hour. It doesn’t…I don’t need it to be sex, I just want some…” Your throat closes up and you feel tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. Just asking for this is making you feel pitiful and stupid. What the hell are you even doing?

“Okay, let’s take a breath here honey,” Pope says, and you realize you’ve made at least one small sad noise into the phone. “Everyone needs something different from this, and it’s my job to help you figure it out.” You hear some keys being clicked on the other end, a pause and a thoughtful “hmm,” then Pope’s soothing voice returns.

“I’ve got a guy who I think will be a good fit for you. He’s a big boy, is that okay?” Your pause makes Pope clarify. “I mean, he’s a big guy but also big below the belt. He’s a gentle giant though, very sweet, and if you don’t want it to be about sex he’s the perfect fit. Would you like to try him out?”

You weren’t sure you would get this far when you booked a room for the night. You had a plan, but you were okay with abandoning it to watch hotel TV and eat snacks in bed. But the more you considered it, the more you wanted to try and break the cycle you were in.

“Yeah, I think I would.”

“Perfect, I’ll give you his info.”

A few hours later, there’s a quiet knock at your hotel door. You shoot up from where you were sitting on the small settee, too nervous to lounge on the bed even though you kept telling yourself you weren’t going to be fucking on it. Just some mutual comfort with a man you’d never set eyes on.

Speaking of, you go to the door and open it to find him filling the doorway. He gives you a lopsided smile with a nod and a “Hello,” his voice low and soothing.

Pope was right; this was indeed a big boy. His shoulders are broad beneath a soft-looking red flannel, a white shirt underneath that stretches across his chest. One hand is in his jeans pocket, the other hooked into his belt loop. A waterfall of brown curls spill out from under a beat-up baseball cap, some hanging in his warm coffee eyes. He looks to be in his late thirties, some crows feet and fine wrinkles tracing the curves of his cheeks.

Your heart leaps, and you’re not sure if it’s because this moment is finally happening or that he’s the perfect kind of soft handsome man you’ve swooned for in TV shows and movies. You were nervous he would be a beefcake, all polish and bravado, but he’s calm and self-assured instead.

“Can I come in? Or is this a little too much? I can take a lap if you want.” He points over his shoulder and his smile becomes a tease. Oh no, he’s playful too. If you could tip Pope you would, he pinned you down perfectly.

“No, yeah, come in,” you stutter and move out of the doorway. He steps in and brushes past you, one large warm hand squeezing your shoulder. You close the door and take a steadying breath before following him.

He takes up space in the way that a mountain range takes up a landscape, and he’s no less breathtaking. Standing in the narrow entryway, he watches you walk towards him without an ounce of tension. He has some scruff on his chin and a well-trimmed mustache that quirks when he smiles. You normally don’t like men with facial hair, but he wears it well, albeit a little patchy. His aquiline nose curves over his lip and draws your eyes to his plush, pouty mouth over and over. He’s beautiful in a real way that’s so different from models and movie stars, genuine and right here in front of you.

“Can I get you anything…” you pause, realizing Pope gave you a name but suddenly feeling weird saying it out loud, “Catfish?”

The man laughs and lifts his cap to comb his hair back from his face. He sets it back on his head with a smirk.

“Pope tell you that? God, you must have imagined someone very different.” His smile is warm, and his teeth peek out with little flashes of white. “Frankie, that’s what you can call me.”

“Thank goodness, I could barely keep a straight face,” you say, standing in front of him and letting out a nervous laugh. You have to look up to catch his eyes, his shoulders easily spanning your own and then some. His waist is narrow but soft in the middle, which puts you at ease. It made your own shape feel acceptable, even desirable.

“Pope told me about what you were looking for, but he didn’t give me specific details. Told me we could discuss when I got here in case that made you more comfortable.” He backs up and sits on the edge of the bed, looking at you with lifted brows. It’s an endearing look, and melts away some more of your nervousness. You follow and sit, giving Frankie some space while you look at your hands in your lap.

“Yeah, it must be a weird request. Being a girl asking for a…well, you,” you swallow, feeling supremely out of your element, “and then not needing it to be…you know…” you fumble over the words. Frankie watches you, his thumb rubbing against the denim of his jeans.

“Not weird,” he says, and the warmth in his voice warms the back of your neck. “He mentioned that you didn’t want sex. So let’s get it out in the open now: unless you change your mind and ask for it, I won’t do anything. This is your time, and we’ll spend it however you want.” The sincerity in his face makes you want to throw yourself in his arms. Maybe this was a good idea after all.

“Now, I have a plan but we can change it at any time. If you’re not liking what’s happening you can say the stupid nickname and I’ll check in. Or I can give you the run-down now so you know exactly what to expect.” He looks at you for direction and it takes you a second to realize you need to answer him.

“Yeah, that sounds great. I…I think I want to be surprised. You seem like you know what you’re doing.” Frankie graces you with another dazzling smile and you feel your heart stutter.

“Okay, then I will need you to do one thing.” He gets up and heads for the door, pausing long enough to grab one of the room keys lying on a table. “I need you to give me ten minutes alone in your room. Just to get everything ready.” He looks at you with the silent question of ‘is that okay?’ and you nod. Picking up your phone, Frankie holds out your coat and purse. When you furrow your brow at this - you weren’t planning on leaving the hotel - he says, “Pretend you’re coming here after a long day at work. It’ll get you in the right headspace.”

You flash him a nervous smile and step into the hallway. He leans on the door frame, tall and solid and sexy. You’re turned on and you didn’t expect to be, a nice thrum in your core. It’s welcome, exciting.

“Ten minutes, then feel free to come whenever you want.” Frankie’s smile is a little cheeky as your face burns at his innuendo. You start down the hallway and hear the door shut softly behind you.

Back in silence, you put your hands to your mouth and a giggle spills out. Giddy with anticipation, you smile to yourself as you count down the minutes until your session really starts.

NEXT

#frankie morales x you #frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales fic #francisco 'catfish' morales #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales #francisco catfish morales #catfish morales x reader #frankie catfish morales x you #frankie catfish morales x reader #frankie catfish morales #francisco catfish morales x f reader #sw!Frankie #prolix fics

[jongbross]

I rly like your analysis of Minseok. Tbh I think Sehun is similar (I mean, he’s an Aries just like Minseok). Obviously, he would love his partner to try out the things he likes and vice versa, but wouldn’t force himself to like if he doesn’t, ya know? (Tho how he communicates this may lead to some issues). And he expects his partner to be similar in that regard.

What makes him and Min different is how they express themselves with their partner. Minseok would definitely be more vocal about his affection while Sehun wouldn’t. I think it extends further into him being the youngest in his family and in exo. Again, being quite overloaded on love and affection, makes him a bit hesitant about opening up as he’s concerned he won’t be able to match the effort his partner gives. That’s why I believe he would be the embodiment of “actions speak louder than words”. He would show how much he cares for his partner rather than say it. Obviously, he’ll say “I love you” or “thank you” every once in a while, but not often. I don’t think he’ll go overboard by spoiling his partner to death but maybe a nice gift here or there to show his appreciation.

But another aspect where they differ is spontaneity. Minseok seems like the person to plan out a date or event weeks or months in advance while Sehun would be like “hey, let’s go on a drive around Seoul?” or “let’s take a walk by the Han river” randomly at like 10:00 pm on Tuesday night where he and his s/o end up at random street bar by the end of the night.

I have no idea if this makes sense or not lol 😂. It’s just something that came to mind. You can totally ignore this if u want.

thank you so much! <3

yeah, i absolutely think they're different. minseok can talk about his feelings better than sehun can, you're right on that one. i think i've mentioned one time, that i think sehun has some trouble telling people how he feels because he was raised receiving love, so he doesn't "know" how to give it back.

sehun is also a lot more "loose" than minseok? in the sense that he doesn't take things too seriously or don't worry too much about the future as minseok does. maybe it's his age too, the way they were both raised, i don't know. but sehun can be way more easygoing than minseok.

another point: minseok seems to be a lot more stressed than sehun. not the sehun doesn't get angry or stand for what he believes is right (we all saw how he acted when that rumor that he was gonna be a father happened, how he stood up for himself and didn't take no shit from anyone), but it takes a lot more to get under sehun's skin than under minseok's.

they're different types of aries, that's for sure.

#j talks #exo headcanons #xiumin #sehun #oh sehun #kim minseok #exo xiumin #exo sehun #exo

[spade-riddles]

the thing is anon, karlie is a big name, but she isn’t as big as taylor and coming out for her would be a bit scary, but not as scary as taylor cause the music industry is fucked. a model coming out as bi won’t be a big deal as taylor swift coming out.

taylor needs the sales/the support the gp gives her and the voters in big awards like the grammys. yes she cares about all of that we have to admit.

yet karlie’s situation is different. many models are bi/gay and they get job, especially that you forget that karlie is her own boss now, she isn’t a new model, she is a big name and has her own investment and platform. her job isn’t reliant on the same elements as a musical artist.

also it depends on how both people were brought up. as we know from taylor’s songs and the documentary MA, taylor has so much anxiety and fear relating to being liked by the music industry and general public.

on the other hand, karlie’s job is much different and her industry is yes filled with horrors but i feel like the world won’t burn if karlie dated a woman. she would definitely still get jobs as she is already (even since she met taylor) a very respected model. but taylor on the other hand, ten years ago, might’ve lost hundreds of fans because of how things were. that was her main fear.

also do u see the racism in the grammys? the exiling of deserving artists? it’s all scary.

BUT the thing is taylor isn’t the taylor she was in 2014. now she came so far and no person in this world can deny that she is the biggest name in the world now. she is so fucking big it’s impossible for any musician or musical institution to just ignore her. it would be TOO obvious. also it’s 2023 and taylor is 33. isn’t hanging out gay people the same as being one?

the thing is she publicly made her support loud and clear and the fans she was afraid to lose might’ve just left… so what now?

if u wanna put ALL of that aside, why did she write Anti- Hero? in this song she indirectly says that she takes responsibility for the delay.

“one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving cause u got tired of my scheming”

also if u see those photos from the basketball game, karlie is VERY at ease and even tells taylor to “relax”.

besides, coney island that you talked about (or someone else idk) this SCREAMS i’m sorry i kept bearding and left you for this shit that people say about you.

“but when I walked up to the podium I think that I forgot to say your name” !!!!

“sorry for not making you my centerfold”

another example is champagne problems. i’ll scream this forever. this song is about a failed coming out. taylor loves a good metaphor so this song is made to look like it’s a turned down proposal, but i think it isn’t.

i believe folklore and evermore are autobiographical. she says “sometimes you just don’t know the answer till someone’s on their KNEES and asked you”

why didn’t she their “knee” but their “knees”. when someone is on both knees, they are begging for something.

also why didn’t she say “till he is on his knee”. she said “they” leaving it very open cause it isn’t about a proposal.

last thing “dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief in the good in the world” this for me sounds like karlie has this positive look at the world that people will still support taylor and love her no matter what and it will be fine, yet taylor can’t believe that.

maybe I’m wrong, but in taylor’s WHOLE discography she is constantly apologizing for hiding and making things difficult for her partner cause she is who she is.

“the devil is in the details but you got a friend in me/would it be enough if i can never give you peace”

also “your integrity makes me seem small”

time and time again taylor says in her songs that her partner faced shit for her. that this person burned themselves to make her live the way she wants.

“all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing”. what would her partner want from her if not living freely? yet she didn’t pressure taylor.

all in all, taylor’s way of bearding is just…. losing the credibility and doesn’t even make sense anymore anyways.

like she is constantly making sure her and karlie are in different continents to “keep the rumors away”… this is just ridiculous.

#good thorough analysis #thank you for sharing your thoughts

[saturn-sends-hugs]

BUCKLE UP ITS EPISODE THOUGHTS TIME

(ep12 spoilers under the cut :))

y’all

yALL

those first goddamn beats?

i sit down to watch every episode and during every single intro i’m there doing my little air drums along with intro beats but dude??

this time??

where they just cut out?!?!!

the sheer fucking unease, INSTANTLY, that was INSANE. I know it’s such a small thing but if that isn’t some form of masterful art i don’t know what is.

and the way that continued into the first shot of the GAR base in sepia, washed out and almost empty even with all the stormtroopers walking around, our first view of Crosshair was immediately unsettling because it all felt wrong.

but into the real stuff—

I feel like towards the beginning of this episode, we were seeing how complacent Crosshair is being. He’s standing around, and although he speaks up a tiny bit when Lieutenant Don’t-Give-A-Shit (love that we’ve all collectively decided he doesn’t get to have his name bskhsjsjk) is rolling his eyes at the clones, Cross backs down and says nothing after that jab at them about being “used equipment.” He can’t be happy with it for sure, but he’s letting it happen because what else should he do? Speak up? And get kicked out of the Empire that’s keeping him working? No thank you, he’d rather grit his teeth and let it happen. A mission’s a mission.

Later though, when we meet Mayday, we see the first moment of Crosshair rebelling. Mayday speaks up against the Lieutenant when Crosshair doesn’t, and once he’s gone, he brings the heat lamp a little bit closer to Crosshair. Call it cliché but I think this is a literal representation of what Mayday is doing for Crosshair, he literally brings that spark closer, he shows him that they can and should care about each other while the empire doesn’t. And when Mayday tells him his name, that moment is an invitation. It’s a calling to Crosshair, to see if denies it, sticks by the empire and uses his number or better yet, doesn’t respond at all. But he doesn’t. He chooses his name, and how has it been since he’s said it out loud? Last time he heard it was probably from Cody, and before that the Batch themselves. And in this case, he’s choosing to use his name, choosing that little rebellion against the empire at Mayday’s invitation.

And isn’t it fitting how his name is Mayday? He’s a literal call for help. He’s Crosshair’s call for help, one he can’t bring himself to voice on his own, but Mayday is bringing it all to light anyway. He brings up how this new Lieutenant hasn’t commanded a real mission, he hasn’t earned their respect, so why should he treat them how he does? Crosshair was a commander for a minute, he must’ve thought the same things. And when the cargo turns out to be stormtrooper gear, Mayday is right there with his line of, “We were good soldiers. We followed orders. …And for what?” What was it for? To be separated from his brothers, to have to hunt them down, to be demoted from Commander after all that effort and to now be helping deliver cargo? Cargo meant to help the empire, but intentionally held back, hidden from the clones? Nothing Crosshair has done has made anything better, he can stay quiet and loyal all he likes, but it’s not doing him any favors. The empire doesn’t care that they’re good soldiers, they’re all still expendable.

And through the episode, we see Crosshair trusting Mayday more and more. First with the pressure mine, when he talks about the Batch and Mayday ends up saving him from the mine. Then when they’re ambushing the raiders, he returns the favor, taking out the raiders about to overwhelm Mayday. And when they go down to look at the cargo, Crosshair does his little slide thing (omG he is so sweet he is SO SWEET) and that’s the first moment he takes his helmet off around Mayday, he finally trusts him enough to be more vulnerable. ( @jealous-sloth77 made a BEAUTIFUL post abt his helmet and it’s significance/parallels to his vulnerability, highly encourage u to go read it if u haven’t!!)

And right here, after the avalanche, Crosshair’s journey to bring Mayday back to the base shows how he’s losing his loyalty to the empire. It’s not worth carrying dead weight, logically he shouldn’t bring the Commander back, not when he’d be better off just saving himself. But he doesn’t. He chooses to help Mayday, and along the way he’s slipping even further from the empire. He’s lost his helmet, he’s letting Mayday use his Firepuncher as a crutch, he’s carrying that dead weight anyway and none of this is what a “good soldier” to the empire should do. And when the ships fly overhead, my first thought was that they should use a flare or something, call for help, since surely the Empire could see them from here? But they don’t have the gear, they never got the supplies they needed and besides, would the Empire even care?

By the time Crosshair makes it back to base, he’s nearly done. He pleads with the Lieutenant one last time to help him, to do something, but he doesn’t. He sits there and watches Mayday die, then says that was the point. He was a soldier to the Empire. His death was just inevitable.

And Crosshair snaps.

This moment where he shoots the Lieutenant is so intense because there’s so many pieces tying into it.

Firstly, he uses his handgun. He’s a sniper, used to killing from afar, but this time? He calls after the Lieutenant, waits for him to turn and look him in the eyes, and then he shoots him point blank. Crosshair is done.

Second, we all know it by now but the vulture parallels? The way Mayday introduced that: “Vicious creatures. But you have to admire them. They find a way to survive.” That’s Crosshair. That’s who he is, he isn’t one to balk at violence, he does what needs to be done. And you have to admire it, because it’s true, he’s finding his way to survive. And in particular in this moment, he’s choosing his own path to survival. He’s cutting himself away from the Empire, the lone vulture that survives despite it all.

But right at the end, it doesn’t work.

The Empire takes him again, probably leaves Mayday on that platform, and he’s sent off to be experimented on by the Empire. By Emerie.

And that’s the last point I want to make with this, is all the parallels throughout this episode to the rest of the batch. The most obvious I think is Emerie. Her goggles immediately reminded me of Tech, and here how she’s surveying Crosshair, it almost seems like Cross makes that connection too. Not just that, but her voice is incredibly similar to Omega’s (due to the voice actor ofc but still, that’s a choice), and as the screen fades out, her glasses stay prominent on the screen, and she only feels more reminiscent of Tech.

But she’s not the only parallel. With the pressure mine in the cave, Mayday directly says he’s “not a bombs expert.” But we’re all thinking of who is. And with the blood in the snow, Crosshair tracking it to the source, he’s quiet literally hunting down the target. Him shooting the shuttle on the landing pad, the explosion (i am so sorry listen u really thought i wasn’t gonna bring up echo in this post abt the crosshair ep u FOOL), not to mention the whole ending sequence with Crosshair waking up confused in a medbay? There’s even some parallels to the 501st (the troopers helmets set together while Mayday mourns), not that that has to do with Crosshair, but still. Even in the one episode without them, there were so many parallels to Crosshairs brothers, and I’m certain I missed a few. Some of it was probably just coincidence or the writers keeping us entertained despite the others not being here, but it also feels like little pieces of them just keep showing up. And I’m sure Crosshair would be noticing it too.

This episode was just chock full of little beautiful moments, the music, the parallels, the characters, Crosshair’s lines in particular were just incredible, and Mayday was such a new version of “Clone Commander” that we just haven’t seen before. Everything about this episode could be something I would talk abt for HOURS but it would eventually turn into incoherent sobbing noises because my SWEET BOY U POOR POOR MAN WHERE ARE YOUR BROTHERS YOU NEED THEMMMMMM. I want to give Cross a hug SO BAD, he deserves every nice thing after today, that was a TRIP.

if it wasn’t like 11 at night when i was posting this i would tag people (and if i was more confident bkshsjsj) but i always love hearing peoples thoughts, either on this ep or predictions for where this storyline goes in the next one!! :)

#no but ok crosshairs little slide down the mountain i almost SOBBED HE FELT LIKE PRE-ORDER CROSS AGAIN AAAAAAABSJSJIWHWIWIW #also someone get this man a heated blanket and some cucumber for his eyes RN he just walked through a blizzard for like a DAY after a big #ole bright flash went off directly in his face and then just?? kept walking through the blinding white snow to save the reg he just met?? #cross u absolutely softy ur wonderful now sit down and take a nap for the love of lula please #probs a bit late to be posting this but eh who cares it was fun :) #if i tell myself internal validation is all i need one day it will be true bskhjwjskjsks #sw tbb #sw tbb spoilers #tbb spoilers #tbb s2 spoilers #the bad batch spoilers #bad batch spoilers #the bad batch #tbb s2 #tbb crosshair #i should really sleep now lol

[reverera]

genshin 3.3 scara spoilers bc im crazy and literally CANT get my mind off of ghis shit

disclaimer i havent played through the patch but i HAVE read up on what i need to know and i probably wont be playing it for a while. im really pissed off. i don’t think this patch was given the respect and care it deserved.

my problem is literally this: things don’t add up. and not just in an annoying ‘something is off’ kind of way. no. in a blatantly misleading way, like the rug is being pulled from under my feet and i’m expected to stand there and let myself hit the ground. facts don’t line up. the timeline of events isn’t consistent. the characters involved and their motives don’t make sense in context.

before i keep going, i want to say this. i’m obviously giving the devs and writers their due credit. these jobs arent easy and, especially in a story with as many characters and moving parts as genshin, inconsistencies here and there are inevitable.

that’s NOT the issue here.

as u go back and read what we had on scara’s past before 3.3, ull start to see how confusing and contradictory the 3.3 version of events is from what existed in the aged notes on tatarasuna and the ‘husk of opulent dreams’ artifact set descriptions. note that this information on scara’s life, as well as scara’s overall design and personality, has been in development since the game began. his first appearance was during the unreconciled stars event. thats version 1.1. 3.3 feels like it’s telling a completely different story, some wacky dream version of what we first read about, and it’s… it’s bad. to the point where i was stunned by the amount of detail and clarity lost. i puzzled over why hoyo would make it harder for themselves like this. because that’s what this does- they had a timeline already. it fit into the overarching plot just fine. the added and altered details, like niwa, like dottore’s inexplicable presence literally everywhere, don’t contribute depth to the existing story. they don’t give us clarity. at all.

for example: the katsuragi/niwa being two separate people situation. it can be funny, sure, but yall. niwa was not in the notes. he didn’t exist before the irodori festival. and if the notes were a witness’ (kinjirou’s) record of what happened within the tatarasuna group during that time, why wasn’t their freaking superior and kunikuzushi’s closest friend mentioned in any of them, while a supposed nobody like katsuragi was? according to 3.3, niwa was one of the sources of scara’s betrayals… but the old notes heavily imply that the trigger was the murder of katsuragi. why was katsuragi’s conflict with nagamasa cheapened like this? literally what was the reason, aside from finding some way to drag dottore into it?

tbh i personally believe that there’s a chance katsuragi was always meant to be the trigger/kunikuzushi’s closest person/the one behind the unique brown-haired npc character. katsuragi was too involved in kunikuzushi’s life and the incident at the furnace to be just some guy, while niwa… barely makes an appearance before 3.3. i wonder what the reason was for bringing niwa so high up in importance. just because he’s a kaedehara? (honestly i’d assumed katsuragi was the kaedehara) btw, if scara wanted revenge for niwa ‘leaving’… why did he ultimately spare the isshin art along with amenoma? why did he even wipe out the other sword arts, like- if we take these events to be the truth, what purpose did that serve him? am i missing something here?

‘he was erased from everyone’s memory’ reads to me like a cheap excuse to get away with being inconsistent. “oh the timeline is just fucky” no. time and memories can be really interesting themes to explore… but not when they’re misused at the expense of the characters involved.

i know a lot of people came out of 3.3 enjoying it. and that’s fine. i’m not coming at yall.

through my understanding, tho, it’s obvious that this is not what was originally intended for scaramouche. it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. he was (is) a beautiful character… he deserved attention and care. he deserved his story faithfully told.

did the individual(s) who initially created and helped develop scaramouche leave the company? did the new writers hired for sumeru not have enough information? did they decide to just say fuck it and do their own thing? did they dislike what was established for scara before? was it management meddling with the creative process? was it crunch and an impossible deadline? was it some lazy way of tying up loose threads for the next act? was it spite? is there more to it? i think it must be a mix of multiple things.

doesn’t matter now. all i know is i don’t care for whatever it is. it’s already been difficult to find the energy to play through the story given how depressing sumeru was for me in general, and this definitely didn’t help. i’m going to be here blissfully creating my own content following the original sources and ignoring this patch ❤️

anyway who will even read thjs far thanks if u did i guess

#katsukunis i need yalls support #im rly goin thru it #katsukuni #i didnt even go into kuni kabukimono being very obviously queer and trans #conveniently many of the details that were butchered or omitted had to do with this very particular aspect of his experience #just an overall disconnect with who scaramouche is and the beauty of his journey #but hey u can call me crazy if u want idgaf #@

[kookstempo]

Hi i see ur request are open, if they r can i request a drabble when tae and tn are bestfriends but they r in love and they hook up, u know like they act like couple but they r not, they kiss, cuddle, have sex.... so one they r cuddling after doing it and they decide to make they relationship official.

If u acept my request let know it.

Thank u 💕have a good day 💕

hello, beautiful anon! i hope you're having a great day. here you go, hope you like itttt and it's not too long lol.

pls let me know what you think!

“I am not cooking food for you, mister. You need to do things on your own. What will you do the day your wonderful, beautiful best friend is not around?”

Taehyung scoffs at the idea of you not being around, but also at the way you compliment yourself.

“First of all, that’s never going to happen. I don’t think I’d survive not having you around.” He walks up to where you are - cutting fruit for a smoothie - and removes the knife from your grasp, careful not to cut you.

“What about the second one?” You turn to him, gazing down at him quizzically.

“Thought you’d never ask.” The second thought arrives as a shower of kisses - Taehyung cradles your cheeks in his hands and continues pecking every bit of skin he sees, even blowing some raspberries in your neck. 

“Okay, okay! Enough, I’ll cook something for you. Just… stop.” You grab the cloth that’s lying around on the counter, cleaning your face from his kisses, trying to cover your burning cheeks.

“You cannot cut strawberries and not give me some. My two favorite things combined.” Moving the cloth away, he cradles your cheeks again and pecks two spots you know he loves to kiss: your forehead and your nose. He doesn’t let you go, however, his face expressing deep thought. Right when you are going to ask him what’s wrong, he tilts his head and directs his eyes to your lips, leaning forward to kiss your left cheek.

“Thank you, princess.”

“We don’t have all night, Y/N.” Tae groans in frustration, texting Jimin to tell him to come to your apartment, as you weren’t even halfway ready. Jin and his girlfriend invited the group to celebrate with them because Jin had been promoted at his job - the salary and the opportunities had increased a lot. Taehyung loves driving, therefore he had offered to take both Jimin and you to the club. He knows it won’t be a problem, especially since Jimin lives a few blocks away from you. 

“I have two options, here comes the first one. I’d much rather go out with this one since it’s fresh and classy, but please be honest like you usually are and tell me if I look gross.”

You let your hair down and walk out to the living room, expecting to find your best friend looking at his phone. Jimin’s voice greets you, though, the last thing you were expecting.

“You look good, Y/N.” Jimin whistles the moment you come out of your room, scanning you from head to toe.

“Shit! You scared me. I thought it was just Tae and me, when did you get here?” Hand on your chest, you walk towards Jimin, hugging him. Taehyung is not oblivious like you are, therefore he notices Jimin’s eyes lingering on your chest. 

“A couple of minutes ago, Tae let me in. But you do look good.” You’re about to return the compliment when Taehyung’s hands place themselves on your waist, pulling you back to him, giving you a back hug. 

“We all know she’s beautiful. Stop it.” Jimin raises an eyebrow at his friend’s reaction - still, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen or experienced before. Getting out of the dark-haired man’s hold, you walk back to your room so you can finish getting ready.

All of you are having a great time. Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Hoseok are killing it on the dance floor, Jin is toasting every time alcohol is near him, while Namjoon and his girlfriend are attempting to stop him (Jin always gets the worst hangovers). Yoongi is next to you. He’s also having a great time, but from watching Jin. 

“Hey, I’m going to get a refill. Want something?” You ask Yoongi, getting up and walking to the bar after he replies with a no. The bar is crowded, it seems like everyone has the same idea as you do. You spot an empty corner, so you get out of the crowded area and begin walking to that spot. There’s a couple waiting for their drinks, and a man sitting alone. 

Said man places his hand on your lower back, making you turn around before he can lower it even more.

“Hello, gorgeous. You here alone?” He’s eyeing you like a piece of meat, like he’s been starving for a hundred years and you’re within grasp, ready to be eaten. 

“No, I’m here with my boyfriend and his friends.” Your mom taught you at an early age that lying is bad, you’re sure you’d be excused this time. You can’t let him know you’re single.

“And where is he, hm? I wouldn’t leave a hottie like you alone… sucks to be him.” 

“Please leave me alone.”

“I can take care of you until your drink is finished, babygirl…” 

You tune him out. Why can’t he take a no for an answer? It’s with trembling hands that you reach for your phone that’s on the counter, trying to text someone so they can help you. 

“I’m fucking speaking to you.” The man in front of you growls, snatching your phone out of your hands and moving his stool closer to yours. You take a deep, unsteady breath trying to find the right words to calm both him and yourself down; you don’t want to lead him on, but whatever you say can be used against you if not phrased properly. 

“Hey, babe! We just ordered a new round of shots, figured you’d want to join us?” Kimberly stands next to you, discreetly pulling you away from that creep, while Taehyung steps right in front of him to block you from his view. Kimberly gives your arm a small squeeze, reminding you to reply, so as to not raise any suspicions. 

“Y-yes, let’s go. Tae, you coming?” The sound of your voice makes him turn around - he had gotten a little carried away trying to deal with the man. Being your best friend, he can effortlessly notice the slight quivering in your voice. He pulls away and walks with both of you girls back to the table, pulling you by the waist when he sees your uneasiness. 

“I’ll tell the guys you’re okay. Let Taehyung lead you outside so you can catch some air.” 

You hear Kimberly’s words right in your ear. She gives Taehyung a brief smile before you guys walk towards the exit. You make your way down the wide three steps and sit down on the last one, putting your hands on your face trying your best not to break down right there. 

“You’re okay. It is not your fault, it will never be.” He feels clueless, he can’t stand seeing you like that, nonetheless. He sits down at enough distance to not bother you, trying to remember everything his sister has ever told him to do/say in these cases. He pats your thigh, standing up again and walking to the middle of the street. He takes off his jacket and throws it - carefully - to you, making you frown.

“What are you doing?” 

He tries with all of his strength to ignore your pout, deciding to carry on with the “show” he has planned; he starts dancing goofily, exaggerating specific movements every time you react with giggles or with a smile and a shake of your head. 

“Oh no, no, no. Taehyung, stop that!” The music coming from the club has transitioned from catchy and upbeat to sexy and slow now that it’s almost 1:00 a.m. and the black-haired man is moving his hips suggestively to match it. You run to him, trying to contain your laughter. You place your hands on his hips to get him to stop, but he grabs them and loops your arms around his neck, spinning your bodies around completely ignoring the slow music. 

“Okay, okay. I’m gonna get very dizzy, but I got you to smile and that’s all that matters. Wanna get out of here?” He sets you down, moving your hair to the back so he can see your face without it covering it. You hum in agreement and let him grab your hand, walking towards his car.

With one hand on the steering wheel, the other one on your thigh, Taehyung speeds through the highway to his apartment. His thumb caresses the inner part of your thigh, making you turn to the window so he can’t see you biting your lip.

“I have some pizza from last night, do you want me to heat it up?” He takes the pizza slices out of the fridge, placing them on a plate ready to microwave them. Taking your heels and Taehyung’s jacket off, you place the items on the couch, moving then to the kitchen to help him with cups and tablecloths. The thing with the shelves in his apartment is that they’re way too high, especially the one with the cups. Being mindful of your dress, you tug it down a bit while standing on your tippy-toes, grunting from the effort of not being able to reach the two cups. You turn your head, looking for Taehyung, to find him staring at your thighs and then at you with a smirk - by now, you know he’s teasing you. 

“Are you going to help me or what?” You roll your eyes at him when he laughs, watching him intensely until he’s behind you, helping you reach the cups. You place them down carefully on the counter, trying to turn around, yet the kisses he places on your cheek and jaw prevent you from doing so, heaving out a tiny sigh. 

“Sorry, little girl. Are you feeling better now? I don’t like seeing you sad over dickheads like that.” He hides his face in the crook of your neck, hands tightening a tad on your hips. You grab his hands and remove them from your waist, turning around in his hold so he can look at you. 

“As long as I have you, I’ll always be okay.” Mimicking his action from earlier, you loop his arms around your neck, staring at him fondly. He murmurs something you can’t quite pick up on before he leans forward to kiss you. The action catches you by surprise, but you’re in no state of mind to stop him, as you’ve always imagined your lips on his, so you return it eagerly. 

Your relationship with him has changed over the past months - sure, he can be possessive and very affectionate - you are too - but kissing is something that has never happened before. The idea has run through your mind more times than you can even count, still, you never thought it’d actually happen. 

The pizza is forgotten as rapidly as the kiss you're sharing escalates. Taehyung hoists you up to place you on the counter, the male's hands on your thighs separating your legs so he can stand between them. The sound of the microwave having heated the pizza slices startles both of you, separating from each other. 

“Are you… uhm, are you still hungry?” He’s panting, holding back from devouring your lips again. His hands never leave your thighs, massaging them with a bit of force. 

“Yes, but not for pizza.” You latch your lips on his neck, sucking and biting here and there, surely leaving some marks. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist so you guys can move to his room.

“You’re special to me, you know that, right?” He caresses your cheek with his index finger, moonlight seeping through the halfway-pulled curtains and reflecting a bit on your face.

“I know… You’re special to me, too.” You turn to give his hand a peck, shuffling a bit so you’re closer to his body.

“This is not the place where I had envisioned it, for starters. But after tonight, I confirmed it.” He starts, sitting up. You look up at him, confused. He chuckles at the obvious confusion and continues speaking.

“You and me… we just fit. You have me, you have my heart. You’re fierce, you’re strong, but you let me baby you and that’s something not everyone gets to see. Knowing I’m the only one who gets to receive your kisses, see you giggle like a fool whenever I try to make you smile?” He stays silent for a while, opening and closing his mouth a couple of times not knowing how to say what he’s thinking. 

“Be mine, Y/N.”

“But I’m already yours, Tae?” You let out a small giggle, sitting up to be at the same level as he is. He groans a bit, grabbing a pillow to hit you with it on the arm. He suddenly gets up and walks out of the room - you’re about to stand up and follow him, thinking he really got mad, when he comes back with a rose in hand. He had gifted you a bouquet for your birthday - a week ago - and they are sitting on a vase on the kitchen table. There’s water dripping on his wrist, you know he grabbed it from that vase.

“You know what I mean, Y/N. I want to be your boyfriend.” 

Your jaw drops. You lean forward to grab the rose and he lets you, kissing your forehead. 

“Would you give me the privilege of being your boyfriend?” 

Your answer comes in the shape of a squeal and a kiss, hugging him tightly.

“Wait, so that’s a yes?” An adorable pout places itself on his lips, making the moment a lot cuter than it already is.

“It’s a yes. It’s a hell, yes.” 

Life throws twists at you. But this?  This is a twist you were never expecting, but you’re grateful for it.

#taehyung drabble #taehyung x reader #friends to lovers #bts drabble #hope you enjoy #requests are open

[stranger-rants]

I don’t have a problem with people deleting Reblogs but I look at the intent. Sometimes I respect when someone choses to delete a Reblog because they want to protect that other person or something. Or it’s a topic they truly don’t want to get into. But when u shit talk a community online and/or they try to inform u and ur intent is to get rid of their perspectives that genuinely annoys me to hell. Like why’d u bring us up then just to tell us to shut up and suffer in silence when we see shit spread about our intentions online or about how people genuinely gets mad at us 4 just woobify a FICTIONAL CHARACTER(and we’ve had to deal with extreme online Harassment because of it). And it just shows me why u shouldn’t be talking about a demographic of people online if you won’t even hear them out when they disagree over simple interests. I mean do what u want to protect ur self online but ask ur self what are u doing?

U have this idea about other people in ur head enough to post it online. They question and engage with a topic u started about them and then u get mad at them for questioning the assumptions u made about them 1st and are actively spreading about them online in a echo chamber. Shit talk characters not people. If people in fandom did that and stopped miscustruing the intent of other fans in fandom I would move different.

I solemnly swear

But I have a problem letting an echo chamber of people talking shit about my personhood go unchallenged especially if what I have to say is relevant to the disputable claims they brought up first. If u block me but doesn’t that just say say more about ur beliefs since u stated an assertion about a group online but can’t hear what that group has to say about ur assertion. But I’m still like fine whatever block and delete my Reblog if u must or can. But I think it’s harmful. I truly do why do that especially when I’m not calling people out of their names. Just disputing a topic they brung me up in first.

Idk tho to help put into perspective why it irks me so is cuz if someone said I don’t like bullying & a bunch of bullies came to defend their character and then op deleted the Reblogs I wouldn’t care. But when it’s vice versa and it’s someone saying I love bullying and a bunch of victims came to defend their character and their perspectives got blocked it teas me off. It’s a struggle I have with discourse online. It’s truly irritating. I guess my question is Maybe could elaborate on your thoughts help me understand if my thinking come off as hypocritical 2 u?

I probably shouldn’t lose too much sleep over people deleting my well thought out mile-long-dissertations™️ on their post but still🤷🏿‍♂️

I’m alittle aggravated but I digress

Yeah, that’s why I don’t necessarily filter out anti tags. I just don’t see the point in their existence in the first place, other than to exist comfortably in an echo chamber. I’ve seen too many people use anti tags to screenshot our posts or talk about us in a way that is just completely inaccurate. So why block anti tags when I can block the individuals themselves? …but they sure are full of themselves when they assume I spend my precious time looking into their safe, echo chambers to start fights. I simply don’t block the tag so if they use Billy’s full name I just find it through the search and I use the search over tags because there’s Billy posts I do like that don’t show up in the tags. They just want to be right and go unchallenged and I would have a much easier time ignoring that if it weren’t at my expense and the expense of people like me lmao

#asks

[jinkicake]

Cannot stop thinking about giorno being an absolute menace, like I wonder what he would do with a darling who didn’t want to leave but they’re still firm on their on boundaries,like I would be fine to sit and play housewife lmao he’s paying for everything!! But if he wanted to catch an attitude like “you’re not allowed to go anywhere without me” I would be so annoyed. Like I don’t want to leave why are you being so insecure like hold my hand we gon go get therapy go them abandonment issues and separation anxiety 🙄SHDJD like he’s waiting for them to try and fight him or hurt him and run away bc there’s no way they’re chill, he’s prepared his entire mindset to physiologically manipulate them and to wait for them to love him but they already like him they’re just annoyed at how clingy he is. Like okay you can hold onto me or whatever but i need to go shower, unless you’re gunna like wash my hair like I’m a Victorian maiden and the maids wash you themselves; I would like a cm of personal space🥰🥰 like fhsh he’s so flabbergasted “🤨🤨 you sure you’re not going to escape?” Like he keeps setting them up and they pass every time liek cameras in the house but every exit is wide open and unlocked and it’s empty and they just go get food and go back upstairs 💀 even the rest if passions who would readily keep you under lock and key for him are like ,,,, maybe he is a little crazy we need to have an intervention😭😭 he was ready to use sex as bargaining but like I’m down lmao let me tie up my hair. Like I’ll definitely argue if he pulls some “ I love you and want to keep you safe” shit when I am literally going to the grocery store like mista and Bruno are literally escorting me you can calm the fuck down😒 like you can keep me here or whatever but you’re not gunna smother me that I won’t let slide; he’s trying to have his. Subordinates get close to you so you can tell them you’re planning to escape but that don’t work either. “ you actually hate him don’t you? You don’t look happy” “not really, I mean he’s like a golden retriever he just wants affection. Him stealing my underwear is annoying tho” “ you need me to help you escape? I can save you” “nah, I’m pretty good right here,and giorno has ears everywhere you might not want to let him hear you say that”

honestly... honestly, hear me out, i think giorno would respect those boundaries. idkkk like most yandere works i read of him, the writers always do him like that..... he doesn't let the reader leave or go anywhere but if the reader is like 'fuck u go away' giorno will watch over from afar (mentally crying bc he wants to respect his s/o and bc he can't be near them LOL)

YOU KNOW HE HAS SOME BAD ASS SEPARATION ANXIETY AND ABANDONMENT ISSUES. LOOK AT HIS PARENTSSSS AND HIS CHILDHOOD-

no, see i think i could deal w the kidnapping and everything but like if i had to be stuck talking to a man for the rest of my life i dont think i could do it... sorry giorno,,, you can take away my freedom but not my friends! i would HAVE to shittalk with someone and i clearly cant shittalk to him! ... hmm i wonder if giorno would let his s/o talk shit about him to hiim HAH A

omg i would so want to go grocery shopping w mista like what a chaotic experience that would be but at the same time that would also be hell bc mista would not be my friend like he's working for giorno T T he would not care about my ass-

giorno steals underwear confirmed like it's right there, he's a gentleman-y perv (gasp that gives me an idea)

also if giorno were to keep you under lock and key, which character should he NOT keep close to you? Like for me, it would be abba bc if giorno leaves me in a room w that man im jumping his ass and sitting on his *

sigh i love part five

#sarahandoikawatalkshit