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thinemoonshine · 1 year ago

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⋆𐙚₊ 𝐚 ‘𝔀𝓮’ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧 ‘𝓾𝓼’ ˚⊹♡

—⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ in which (y/n) doesn’t call them her boyfriend because they haven’t officially asked her to embark on an official courtship

downbad!enhypen hyung line x fem!reader content(s): fluff, enhypen being down so horribly, terribly, bad, like whipped whipped for (y/n), (y/n) is sassy and loves to tease, pet names, one profanity, alcohol type: imagine

⋆˙𐙚 L.HEESEUNG 𐙚˙⋆ “…you’re gonna be the death of me!”

“don’t you think this would look good on us?” heeseung asks as he lifts up a pair of couple-y beanies and looks at (y/n) expectantly.

(y/n) shifts her gaze between the two before she brings it down. “don’t they look too couple-y?”

“yeah, i mean that’s the point, righ—wait, what do you mean ‘too couple-y?’” the realization hits him late and (y/n)’s already walking out the store, bells hung on the door chiming behind her.

heeseung hastily puts back the beanies, panicky, before he runs out to follow her. “(y/n)! (y/n), wait! what do you mean by that?”

“by what?” the girl monotonously responds.

“there’s nothing wrong with wearing matching stuff, right? aren’t we a couple? or do you not like it?” heeseung worriedly bombards her with questions as he sticks behind her like a tail—almost stumbling entirely when she stops abruptly.

“we aren’t, though.”

“huh?”

“we aren’t a couple,” (y/n) corrects him and his eyes widen as lips gape—frantically moving to stand in front of her when she budges in the slightest.

“are you breaking up with me? please, (y/n). i-i don’t know what it is but i’ll make it up to you! please not like this, no. i don’t want to lose you,” heeseung pleads as his hands shakily grab her shoulders—much too soft to actually say he even put force but the way his fingers curl, securing onto her show that he’s more than ready to latch on for his life. “tell me. tell me what i did wrong.”

(y/n) stares at his face, the desperation and concern paint him so clearly and a guilty sigh leaves her. “we can’t break up if we weren’t together in the first place.”

now confusion settles over him. his brows knitting and doe eyes searching into hers. “what do you—oh.”

and finally putting the pieces together, a loud laugh escapes him while his not-girlfriend frowns, a small pout playing on her lips.

he coos while his thumb brushes over them. “aww, is that what this was all about?”

“heeseung, you—”

“(y/n),” he interjects with his voice laced with so much charm she just can’t refute. an endearing smirk threatens to appear on his face as he cups her cheek—looking down at her with the most tender and sincere gaze. “will you let me be your boyfriend? please?”

the air’s knocked out of the other at his soft little voice that instantly extinguishes any sort of fire in her as she instead, melts into his arms that magically made their way around her waist.

she clears her throat. “yeah, i guess. yeah.”

he finally lets the smirk form as he swoops down and pecks her forehead, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her and he chuckles at her expression. “now let’s get those couple-y beanies to celebrate our official first day as a couple, hm?”

“…yeah,” the girl bashfully replies with cheeks tinted in a shade of pink.

heeseung’s chest tightens at how cute she is to the point it’s hard to breathe and he squeezes her against him—pressing her face into his chest as he resists the urge to just gnaw at her head. “you’re just so—gosh, you’re gonna be the death of me!”

“hee, my makeup!”

the way his nickname rolls from her tongue so casually is music to his ears and he bites his lip, shutting his eyes as his head falls back. “i’m the luckiest person ever to have you as my girlfriend.”

⋆˙𐙚 P.JONGSEONG 𐙚˙⋆ “silver or gold?”

there’s something off. he can’t quite put his finger on it—but there’s something terribly wrong. and it’s not just because of his and (y/n)’s cuddle sessions with her hugs too short to even be called cuddles, or the lack of kisses from her and hesitant acceptance of his or even the way she sometimes cringes at the pet names he uses on her.

but also because of the way she treats him in general. she’s still affectionate—greeting him with the biggest, most beautiful smile, going out for lunch dates with him and paying for his order because “last time you paid for everything” which, in his perspective is mortifying because why?? would she?? do such a thing??

it’s his responsibility—or so he claims—to spoil her as much as possible. he wants to be the one to feed her, buy her all her silly little trinkets and take her out on shopping sprees and carrying all her bags so why?? it breaks him to see her act the way she is.

but at the end of the day, it’s still affectionate, isn’t it? as much as he can’t comprehend it, he sees it as his girlfriend wanting to treat him every once in a while to show appreciation or something—a self-hypnosis, one might say so he doesn’t fall into hysteria.

despite his suspicions however, he says nothing and lets things flow as he takes the opportunity to observe her more, in hopes he can at least make a small conclusion so he won’t upset her by asking the wrong thing.

and today’s the perfect time for it since they’re having another one of their lunch dates. he sits anxiously at their table as he watches (y/n) who’s still at the counter—having bumped with her friend and now she’s accompanying her as she orders.

“is that all you’re having?” (y/n) asks her friend who nods and right after, the former passes the cashier her card—surprising her friend to which she assures her it’s all fine. “no, i insist! after all, last time you paid for everything.”

jay who has been a loyal, attentive audience this whole time instantly feels himself being washed over with dread. small lips parting and hand resting on the left side of his chest as it dawns on him.

all this time…(y/n)’s been treating him like a friend. not a lover. it all makes sense now. the distance she put between them and the affections shown that are always in border between friend and lover but never more to the latter—he sees it now.

“jay? what’s going on?” (y/n) asks from her seat facing him. “you’re zoning out. hello?”

he just had a short circuit and her saying “jay” so simply is only rusting his gears from overtime working.

“‘jay?’”’he echoes with a small frown on his face. “why jay?”

his question baffles her and she emits a small confused yet amused scoff.

“that’s your name? what else am i supposed to call you?”

“baby, bae, darling, honey—” he starts listing out loving pet names and making her gape at his eloquence. she’s not sure if being so knowledgeable in this subject is really useful at all but it’s impressive. “there are so many you can use! just not just my name as it is. we’re not friends…right?”

ding ding ding! finally, the man gets it and (y/n) lets a mischievous smirk play on her lips.

“i’m pretty sure we are, though,” she teases and her date’s jaw detaches, crashing to the floor along with his heart in shards. she giggles and the sound itself revives him, now looking at her with eyes wide and lips pressed expectantly. “i mean, i don’t recall being asked to be someone’s partner so…”

an audible gasp leaves him before he reaches out to hold her hands in his as they rest on the table. “my love, i should’ve known. i shouldn’t have left things be unclear between us. so, silver or gold?”

his question confuses her. “huh?”

“for our couple rings. i’m using it to propose to you to be my girlfriend later. so, silver or gold? actually, diamonds will be best, right? you only deserve the best.”

“wait, slow down—”

“how many carats?”

“jay!”

“‘jay???’”

“…sweetie? babe??”

“so much better <3”

⋆˙𐙚 S.JAEYUN 𐙚˙⋆ “i can even be your doormat!”

it’s not a secret that sim jaeyun is sometimes the embodiment of a human puppy. so it’s not surprising to see him literally following (y/n) around like a tail—even before they professed their love for one another.

the only difference now is that he’s much braver in initiating skinship to show his affections like fixing her hair, or cupping her cheeks, drawing circles on whatever part it is that he’s touching on her and even cuddling with her to the point that he’s practically sandwiching her onto the couch with his face buried in the crook of her neck.

but he notices something: it’s always been one-sided. and that’s weird. because as far as he knows, one of (y/n)’s love languages is physical touch. but it’s not like she rejects any of his advances, she accepts them all. maybe she’s just not very keen on starting it, but is always up for it.

so he lets it be.

until at one point, it starts to bug him and eat him from the inside out, leaving him shriveled like a wilted flower lacking every single form of nutrient and water—and all the sun’s doing is just drying up every bit of moisture and drawing the life out of him.

“(y/n)…” jake croaks weakly as he crawls to his phone that he previously threw onto his couch, now only a sliver of the man he once was with his cheeks hollow and lips chapped as his sickness riddles him. a terrible sickness caused by (y/n) deficiency.

the other end of the call rings a few times before the voice of his beloved sings through, instantly energizing him. “hello? jake?”

“(Y/N), I NEED YOUuUuUu~” he howls and (y/n) has to pull her phone away from her ear. “i’m SICK.”

concern fills her quickly after. “sick?? what happened? do you have a fever?”

she’s bombarding him with questions as she hastily puts on her shoes near her main door, ready to leave right after. the pitiful sob from him that follows after only heightens her worry.

“i’m sick…of missing you,” he finishes and (y/n) nearly trips over air just as she’s about to step to the door. “please come over and cuddle…please…?”

his desperate whimpers are just so adorable that it nearly shatters her resolve of playing hard-to-get. nearly.

squinting her eyes, crossing one arm under her chest and hooking it to the other that holds her phone to her ear, she then hums questioningly. and gosh, does jake feel like every second is another hour taken from his life span.

“no.”

nevermind. he’s dead now.

“wh-what? what do you mean ‘no?’”

huzzah! he’s been resuscitated. he wants justice.

(y/n) captures her lip between her teeth—holding back her amused chuckles at his cute confusion. “that sounds like a very boyfriend-girlfriend activity, jake. and we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend…”

beep! beep! beep!

he…hung up??

(y/n) gapes and calls him.

“the number you’ve dialed is unreachable…” the automatic machine answers.

again.

“please leave a message after the beep!…”

again.

still no answer.

worry creeps in again as (y/n) slips in her foot back into her shoe which she took off mere minutes ago. just when she stands however, a persistent ringing of her door bell freezes her momentarily.

swinging the barrier between her and the source open, she’s met with surprise to see sim jaeyun, the man himself, down on his knees as he looks up at her with doe eyes glossed over.

“jake! wha—”

“we’re not boyfriend and girlfriend? what did i do? tell me, i’ll fix it!”

“you didn’t do anything!”

“i didn’t? the-then, why?”

(y/n) opens her mouth to answer when she suddenly realizes that him not doing anything is exactly the problem—and her momentary hesitation is enough to have him clasping his hands together in desperation.

“please please please, don’t throw me away! i love you so much, i won’t be able to live without you! please please, pretty princess? PLEASE!”

the girl’s eyes widen at his sudden pleads and she anxiously looks at the other doors in the corridor, hoping her apartment neighbors will disregard the chaos occurring. “jake! jake, stand up! stop doing this!”

“NO! you’re mad at me! i don’t know why but…still! is it because i’m too clingy? because i asked you to come over? sh!t! i should’ve been the one to come over not you! i’ll be better, i promise!”

“what?? no! there’s nothing wrong with that just listen to me and get—”

“NOOOO!! i’m not getting away! i’m not leaving! just keep me by your side! i’ll do anything! i-i can even be your doormat—here! right here!”

the sound of a rattling doorknob triggers (y/n)’s fight or flight and she seizes jake’s wrist that’s conveniently raised—thanks to his howls and pleads of “you said you love me!” and “love me backkkk~” respectively—and she hauls him into her apartment.

jaeyun’s eyes widen at the abrupt motion and he stumbles onto the floor of her house but before he can say anything, a pair of soft lips smash against his—ridding him of every thought as his hands instinctively reach up to cup her cheek and nape.

he limps backwards, now completely against the floor while (y/n) hovers and his vision darkens as his eyes shut—reveling in the addicting sweetness of her taste.

a small whine sounds from him when she pulls away and he chases after her lips—wanting nothing more but to relish in her essence endlessly yet her hand that gently pushes him down by the chest halts him.

she giggles at his dazed expression—his breaths shaky, eyes blown out and half-lidded as he peers up at her. “i do love you, jakey. i just said we weren’t a couple because you haven’t asked me out yet.”

“i haven’t?” he slurs like a drunken man, still on cloud nine from her kiss and his gaze casts frequent glances onto her glistening, rosy nubs. “must have been in my dream then.”

“yeah, must be,” (y/n) chuckles and sits on his lap before hauling him up—instantly getting engulfed in an embrace with his arms coiled around her waist and nose buried in the crook of her neck. feeling ticklish, the girl elicits a few titters which makes him smile against her skin.

“i can’t believe i let my princess feel so frustrated for so long,” he muffles into her. “but don’t worry, i’ll ask you now.”

“i’m all ears.”

“will you marry me?”

“HUH??”

⋆˙𐙚 P.SUNGHOON 𐙚˙⋆ "love me, please"

sunghoon is more emotional of a person than how he seems. he just hides himself well and even when others try their best to push him to the edge, he will never lose his grip on his thread nor walk the plank—able to pull himself up and return to the safe shores.

of course, he’s still human and thus, will never be completely impenetrable. one common weakness among those with strict discipline? alcohol.

“i don’t know why…she doesn’t love me,” sunghoon sobs into his arms as he’s hunched onto the counter and almost slipping off his stool. jake looks down at him before a sigh escapes. he was amused seeing his usually stoic and smiley friend act so sappy at first—but that was 3 days ago and he’s still being it since.

jake pats the other’s pack. “why don’t you ask her? i thought you guys confirmed your feelings for each other?”

sunghoon nods against his arm as a low groan rumbles through him. “we did…but then i overheard her saying to her friends that we ‘aren’t together’ and are just ‘two people who share mutual affections.’”

“maybe you misheard?”

a wail akin to a whale’s call sounds from the drunken lad and jake looks around frantically, embarrassed, and is for once thankful for the blaring DJ remixes that burst people’s ears.

“i didn’t. i heard clearly what she said, that’s why i ran away… i left her there… i screwed up our lunch plans… she’s gonna hate me more! it’s my fault! why did i just—WAAaaAaA!”

once again, his friend finds himself in a fluster, scared that someone’s going to think that a marine creature’s been illegally smuggled into the establishment—causing him to haul the taller lad onto his shoulders and out of the place of business.

“there you go. stay,” jake huffs as he laboriously drops his friend onto the bench outside before pulling out his phone. dialing a number, he then puts the gadget to his ear. “hello? sorry for calling you so suddenly but uh, sunghoon’s kind of in a situation i know you’re the only who can save him from. oh, no! it’s not anything dangerous! it’s just, well…”

after hearing his explanation, it doesn’t take long for the girl to zoom to the club and there, she meets a passed out sunghoon on a cold wooden bench and jake sitting on the edge of his seat—not having enough space due to the drunkard.

“hey, thanks for coming,” the slightly older male says with a smile and nods with gratitude at her. she reciprocates.

“so…you say he’s been doing this for 3 days straight—since he overheard me?” (y/n) confirms and jake’s affirmation elicits a long sigh from her. “dummy hoon. thanks for accompanying him, jake. i’ll take over from here.”

bidding goodbye, (y/n) then approaches the sleeping young man. her heart flutters at his delicate yet sharp visages that simply steal her breath away even when he’s doing something utterly mundane such as sleeping. her hand lifts to cup his cheek, flinching at the coldness of his skin. “sunghoon, wake up. hoon?”

she nearly has a cardiac arrest when the man’s eyelids shoot open and he springs to a sitting position before facing the blanched girl.

“(y/n)!” he exclaims cheerily with the most radiant beam before engulfing her whole against his figure—muscly biceps securing around her frame as she squeaks from the sudden embrace. she chuckles, adoring how he’s still able to be so gentle with her even whilst drunk. “hi, my love~”

the nickname brings a blush to her face that’s already mantling from the cold. “come on, let’s get you to the car.”

as soon as he’s in the passenger’s seat, (y/n) bends down slightly in front of him to secure his seatbelt but pauses when sunghoon’s head drops onto her shoulder—rubbing his forehead against the fabric covering her skin.

“(y/n)…you’re so warm,” he murmurs, eyes shut and lips parted. “if only you were really here.”

his words make the girl’s brows knit. ‘does he think he’s imagining me?’

click! the seatbelt connects and she shuts his door before going to the driver’s seat.

the drive is mostly quiet with sunghoon being drowsy and (y/n) busy with trying to get him home safely but the tranquility is broken by an unexpected monologue by the former.

“i do this again and again just to see you… and you’re always there. but i wake up and you’re gone…always gone,” sunghoon murmurs in his sleepiness, and (y/n)’s fingers tighten around the wheel at his confession—feeling her heartstrings getting tugged. “i love you so much, it hurts.”

(y/n) glances at him, feeling a surge of guilt and swallows dryly. “if the real (y/n) was here, what would you tell her?”

“i’d apologize for canceling our lunch date again. and tHeN! i’d apologize again and tell her i’ll do wAyYyYY better! i’ll be the BEST MAN she’ll ever have!” sunghoon exclaims in an inconsistent rhythm—bursting on some words and calm for the others. “the LAST one too! she’s going to end up with me, i’ll make sure of it.”

his drunken confession affects her more than she thought—butterflies erupting and tickling her from the inside out with their soft, rapid wings.

“oh, really?” she teases, an amused grin worn as she faces the road which isn’t unseen by sunghoon.

his sudden quietness confuses her but soon feels his scrutinizing gaze prickling at the side of her cheek—her peeking at him from her peripheral.

“woah. you’re the best version of (y/n) my brain’s made. you feel and look real…so warm and pretty like how my (y/n) really is… my gorgeous, gorgeous girl… hihihi…” his lovesick bashful giggles from his own comment instantly beats all her favourite music and artists, defeating all her playlists and reigns the throne.

his eyes upturned in a blinding eyesmile as cheeks and nose glow a bright red from both the alcohol and the lovey dovey, giggly mood he’s brought to himself. he’s so cute. a cutie pie.

by the time they arrive at his home, he’s onto his reason number whoever knows on his list of ‘why my-not-but-still-my-girl aka.(y/n) is the best girl.’

he flops on his bed when (y/n) drops him with a large grunt before joining his side in exhaustion. big mistake.

because now she’s caged within sunghoon’s beefy arms and as much as she loves nothing more than to stay in them—suffocate in them even, but he’d never let—she has to go home.

“sung—oof! sunghoon!” she grunts and wriggles in his unbudging grasp and just when she tries to slip through by sliding down vertically and off the edge of the bed, he nuzzles into the side of her head—drawing figures in her hair with the tip of his nose.

“love me, please,” he whispers and that instantly shuts down her motor—now completely still as she slowly turns to him. her eyes dance across his face that’s slightly scrunched and she can tell it’s because of what he overheard her say. he’s thinking about it again.

“i do love you, hoon—so so much that it physically squeezes the air out of me sometimes. i only said what i said because i realized we never made it official and whenever i hinted at you, you just acted like it was nothing. just going with it without accepting or denying anything,” (y/n) explains in a whisper as her finger moves up to trace his features.

freezing suddenly when she reaches his mouth and the corners begin to curl up.

“so i just need to make things official and we won’t just be ‘two people who share mutual feelings together?’” he asks with clarity. the lack of muddled mumbles and dragged words instantly tell the other of his sobriety.

she looks up, taken aback to see him already staring down at her with the most endearing of gazes—shifting between her eyes constantly before letting it dance across her face and back to melting their gazes together.

“i guess so…” she mutters, flustered and belatedly shy from the proximity.

sunghoon catches his bottom lip between his teeth, finding the sight before him simply too adorable and presses a kiss on her forehead. “then, just as i am already yours, will you be mine?”

his concise offer makes her heart skip beats but it still doesn’t compare to hoon’s that’s running a mile a minute, vigorous thumps almost blending into one another and she feels it from the way he hugs her tight.

so much for mr.cool guy act.

“it would be my honour, hoon,” she replies with a cheeky grin and a second later she’s squealing from getting bombarded with butterfly kisses—unknowing of his struggle to keep himself together and not just crush her every bone from the cuteness aggression, finding her to be the loveliest ever. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ maknae line ver.

𝜗𝜚 hi, it’s romi here!! thank you so much for reading to the end!! if you enjoyed it, don’t forget to leave a heart and reblog—they give me some motivation, ya know? but please do not spam like!! X♡X♡, romi ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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saltnsugarbear · 1 month ago

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i see you’ve tentatively opened ur inbox for bob requests lmaoo, may i TIMIDLY request a fox that flips the whole “bob has a breakdown reader comes to help” narrative? ITS A GOOD NARRATIVE but there’s soooo many fics of that, give us some protective bob! some bob with emotional weight!!

shyly putting this on the Robert Reynolds x reader tags doorstep

thank you for the idea, my love! I wanted to see how I felt writing for Bob and if I could find his voice in myself,,,,, I wanted to contribute and I want to give him kisses so thank you thank you <3

I went a bit,,,, idk not like a meltdown but I wanted Bob to be the one that had hope and whimsy!!! Bob is the one to banish the doubt and sadness!!! I feel unsure about this piece and if I like it but here you go Bob enjoyers <3

word count: 1.8k

content warnings: gender neutral reader, 🍃 smoking to cope with existence/trauma/thoughts, reader and Walker have a non-descript past, post Thunderbolts*, existential dread,

side note: did you guys know Bob might have photokinensis (control/production of light) which is pretty cool idk also he dropped out of high school and his addiction started in middle school :( his wiki made me sad

Bob takes care of you in little ways. Quiet ways.

You've learned that he loves quietly. He does your laundry, folds your clothes neatly, and puts them away. He knows your coffee order better than his own, what meals you prefer depending on the restaurant when the team orders out. Bob knows it's easier for you to fall asleep around the team than by yourself, and despite warnings from Walker, how violently you could wake up.

That's how the team first found out Bob could... Well... Glow, for lack of a better description.

Bob's photokinesis was jarring for the whole group. Ava and Yelena whispered softly as they put away blankets while Walker and Bucky picked up leftover trash, snacks, and dishes. Alexei was the only other person asleep on the other side of the couch, so Bob was left hovering near where you rest. No one was paying attention to his silent turmoil, not wanting to turn on the lights in the room and risking a disgruntled group of half-awake Avengerz but not wanting to risk catching an elbow to the stomach like Alexei had earlier that week.

He was so wrapped up in his own thoughts he hadn't noticed that Ava and Yelena had stopped talking. Bob didn't notice the soft glow even as your brows scrunched together, and you grumbled an annoyed "Walker.."

"What?" He chirped defensively, not bothering to look in your direction as he stacked cups in a bowl.

"Turn off the light," you complain, burrowing further into your blanket.

"What ligh-" Walker cuts himself off when he looks over.

Bob misses the way that the girls glance to Walker, who looks to Bucky. None of them had seen Bob display any other powers after the Void's fit over New York. So the soft glow emitting from the man's skin gave them pause, unsure if they should intervene or stay silent. Finally, after a few minutes of staring and your quiet grumbling, Walker makes a choice.

"Bobby-" The sharpness of John's voice makes Bob startle, a bright flash of light blinding him before the room is dark again.

"What the hell," you grumble, finally opening your eyes, officially awake after that. "Why are you yelling at him?"

"I didn't yell-" Walker starts.

"You raised your voice."

"I did not raise-"

"And you know he doesn't like when you call him Bobby." You tack on.

"I know, I forgot." John huffs, glancing at Bob. "Sorry, kid."

"It's fine.." Bob assures him passively, tangling his fingers together as his softly drags a nail over his skin. "I- I didn't turn on the lights, though?"

"You were the light." Ava says bluntly, and Yelena can't help but nod.

"You were glowing, Bob." She says it the same way she would tell him that he was wearing a grey sweater or he had done the dishes.

"I.. I was?" He asks, glancing at each of his housemates for confirmation. Ava huffs with an endeared roll of her eyes while Yelena nods solemnly again. Bucky and John look the most put-off but the revelation, so Bob is unsure if he should be alarmed or not.

"Next time you decide to glow, Bob," You start collecting your blanket as you prepare to get up. "Do it when I'm awake. And when I have sunglasses on, in case you decide to blind Johnny again."

"O-Okay.." He nods, shuffling back so you can stand up.

"Thanks, bub," you say softly, nudging him with your shoulder as you pass. He hums shortly, watching as you make your way down the hall.

The rest of the supers watch Bob quietly before Yelena speaks up.

"We will be talking about this tomorrow.." An easy dismissal that the others agree on, different noises and hums from them. Bob nods, shifting as he watches everyone else clear up. Ava sighs quietly and gives him a pitying look.

"We're not upset, Bob, just surprised. Go get ready for bed." The reassurance settles something in his stomach. He feels like he's can let out a breath again. Bob carries those words with him when he climbs into bed.

Not upset. Just surprised.

Bob can live with that.

Being in an apartment full of people in different stages of recovery from varying substances can be... Stifling, for when you want to let loose. You, Ava, and Bucky all made a vote to keep any form of alcohol or drug stronger than Tylenol out of the house. For the sake of the remaining Avengerz. The three of you also agreed your votes counted as more, as the people least affected by the ban, when the other four tried to argue against it. Not that Bob had much reason to fight it. It was for the better, really.

Except, you didn't realize how horribly this plan backfired until you wanted to smoke or have a glass of wine after an annoying day with Valentina or reading a particularly gruesome article. Or dealing with the most recent, Sam's copyright lawsuit.

As such, your only options were drinking in the dark of your bedroom or standing on the balcony and smoking. The latter is the more appealing, letting you watch the streets with a level of detachment you only got when you were high. The rest of the team had dispersed to their separate night activities, watching TV or sparring or training.

So, you're surprised when you hear the door open behind you. You turn to look out of reflex, and your curiosity peaks when you spot Bob in the doorway. He sniffs softly, and you remember the joint between your fingers.

"Oh, fuck-" You scramble to put out the joint, stubbing it out against the railing. "Sorry."

"It's fine, never really liked pot.." He laughs softly. Bob watches silently as you tuck it away in a small tin and shove it back into your pocket. "What are you, uh.. What are you doing out here?"

"Needed some quiet to... Well..." You sigh. "Like you guys and everything but.."

You let out a deep breath, leaning against the railing heavily. Bob nods behind you, taking a few steps closer to where you stand. He took the stubbing of the joint as the silent invitation it was to stay out with you.

"Alexei is a little loud... Ava and Walker are always fighting." Bob shares quietly.

"Not fighting," You muse before you look back at him. "Maybe bickering?"

"Bickering.." Bob agrees quietly, nodding a little. You hum before turning back to the city lights.

"C'mere," you call him over, glancing back at him when you don't hear him move. "I'm not gonna let you fall."

The assurance makes Bob's stomach twist with an emotion he can't name but is finding himself familiar with the longer he's a part of the team. He muses over it long enough that eventually you hold your hand out to him, not bothering to turn to him. Bob tugs at the cuff of his sleeve before putting his wrist in your grasp.

He doesn't miss the huff you let out, but it follows as you gently tug him closer to the railing. He can feel a flush making its way to his face when you cradle his forearm against your side like a football. Your hold on his arm is gentle but firm, keeping him in place beside you.

"Those people will never know what we go through..." You say quietly, watching people jay-walk, honk their horns at one another, and pass each other in fleeting steps.

"Isn't that the point?" Bob asks, keeping his eyes on the buildings, watching people walk the halls and live their lives. You make a noise beside him, contemplating it silently. You dwell on it for a few minutes before you speak up again.

"Do you ever... Regret signing up for that Sentry serum shit?" You ask Bob softly, eyes tracing the cars as they wind around the city. Bob hums softly, tilting his head this way and that as he thought.

"I wouldn't have met you guys... Probably still doing meth and signing spinning... So this is probably better?" He says it like it's a question, and then he nods. "I don't think I regret it."

You nod, letting that sit in the air, wishing you could cling to that feeling he had. You can't find it in yourself tonight, grabbing around for something that isn't there.

"Do you regret yours?" Bob asks in turn. You turn it over in your mind for a couple of minutes, listening to the city noise.

"I was a kid..." You tell him. "I didn't know... I didn't-"

You cut yourself off, letting out a breath. "I'd stop myself if I could go back."

"Then you wouldn't be here, and we wouldn't be here.." Bob protests quietly.

"You guys could still do this without me," you counter, crossing your arms over the railing. "Be the New Avengerz... Deal with Valentina, play dress up every now and then..."

"Who would fix Walker's shield?" Bob asks quietly, and you can't help but scoff. It's not a mean scoff, more of a huff of exasperation and fondness for the man.

"He can still fight crime with a taco," you tell him. "Sometimes the doubt and the pain is just...."

"All consuming," He fills in. You nod. It's the only way to describe it on nights like tonight.

"Guess you would know something about that." You sigh, having forgotten who you were talking to. He shrugs beside you, making a sound of indifference.

"It's not always like that." Bob reminds you. "Like a wave or- or Ava. It comes and goes."

The comparison makes you snort, ducking your head to hide your grin. Bob sees it, though, adopting a small smile of his own.

"You guys made it better, though."

"Even Walker?" You muse. That keeps Bob quiet for a moment.

"Not always, but... It has to be better than dealing with it alone?"

You hum softly, mulling over his words. Apply them to the pit gnawing at your stomach and climbing at your throat.

"It eventually goes away... Even if it's just for an hour or a month." Bob says. "Like the seasons..."

His words settle over you like a blanket, soothing the doubts in your brain.

"You should become a therapist," you tell him. Your words surprise a laugh out of Bob. You sigh softly, feeling the light buzz behind your eyes.

You lean against him but just enough that if he pulled away, you wouldn't fall over. Instead, Bob finds the pressure comforting. The feeling of his arm cradled against your body and your weight beside him fills Bob with an overwhelming sense of peace. He doesn't even release he's leaning against you as well.

You hum quietly, taking the small victory of him pushing against you. He's warm, even through his sweater, and it bleeds into your own being, taking that warmth and holding in your chest as you look at the city. There's a soft glow in your periphery, and you can't help but grin.

"You're glowing again."

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quandledlngle69 · 3 months ago

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AAYYYYYYY PAPPIIIIIII GOOD FOOD GOOD FOOD GOOD FOOD U MAKE FOR MEEE😝😝😝😝😝😝😝

anyways guys im here you invade ur inbox again like ur writing is the prefect mix of suggestive but also loving and i luurrrvvvvv itttt

but anyways gorjeous im here for uhhhhmmmm a shidou x reader where uhhhhhh shidou finally finds someone who can match his freak like uhhhhhh reader is freaky like him but doesnt finish on the field yk cuz thats highkey crazy uhhmmmm and he js follows her like a puppy all of a sudden bc hes never met anyone thats like him like that so hes js in awe and its really cute and yeah THANK YEW PAPIII👅👅👅👅👅👅

・. ★ wassup beautiful.ᐟ (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) i hope your having a good day when you read this i love writing for shidou and im glad you love my type of writing aaaa also um might as well say a little announcement before i make a official one but i'll be making a really girly hyper!fem side blog as like a thanks for when i hit 200 followers :3 (which is very close) so thank all of you ahhh and anon i love you never stop feeding me requests >.<

☆ CONTENT: general fluff, how you and shidou act towards eachother, how your the only one who match shidous freak and doesn't shun him for how he is. shidou acting like he's hurt so reader babys him at the end. ☆ GENRE/THEMES/WARNING: implied fem!reader, kissing, mention of love-making at the end, shidou being head over heels for reader, shidou doing everything reader does, mentions of hot stoves, burning, blisters, and injury. if i missed any lmk. ☆ W.C. 0.7K

Shidou Ryusei is a complete, utter loverboy.

most people would appreciate that aspect, but most people don't appreciate his overly flamboyant personality or unapologetically bold look. he was too much, and it agitated uptight people. even with the obstacles of just being his natural, sparkling self, he never watered himself down for anyone, and they could choke for all he cared.

that was the cycle before he met you.

his sweetheart, his sugar–cube, his pookie, his darling, his babe–

for the lack of better terms, you matched his freak ten fold.

you never seemed freaked out by him, you never seemed weirded out by his strange or overly sexual words or jokes, even throwing in your own every now and again. you never stopped his excited rants, always batting those pretty long lashes at him, sweetly nodding along, eyes boring into his soul as an extra assurance you were paying attention, hanging off every word.

sometimes he would just call your name, and not say anything else, just lean a inch away from your face and stare. while most people would be annoyed or weirded out, you knew exactly what he was doing. you would prop your arms on whatever surface was nearest; your chin in your palms, a sweet dopey smile on your lips, staring back. eye contact was intimate to shidou, and you would never tell him, but you enjoyed picking out every speck of colour in his pink iris's.

anything you bought, he bought. any clothes you bought, he brought the same in his size. any makeup you bought, he was using. any skincare you bought, he was using. (which you actually scolded him for because they are soooo expensive so you brought him his own gift set.) even perfume, he doesn't give a shit if its 'pink bubblegum', it's your scent and he wants everything to do with you.

his teammates even noticed how he followed you around, a looming hunched figure with his hands in his pockets; almost like a lost puppy of some sort. he didn't even join his teammates when they celebrated his goal's or a goal in general, only jogging over to the stands, climbing over so he can give you a downright sloppy kiss, for the whole world to see.

he's your nirvana, and vise versa. you were the opposite of embarrassed by him–you showed him off to everyone you knew. your friends, your family, hell, it was like glorified word vomit the way you spoke about each other. your family surprisingly to him, loved him, (your younger cousins especially adored him) and his grandma was thankful her grandson had found someone like you, who never teared him down.

but he can be a little shit sometimes.

you were sat on the couch, laptop on your armchair; absorbed in your thesis essay that needed to be submitted by the next hour, and you were still roughly a thousand words short. shidou was presumably messing around in the kitchen, before you hear a loud hiss of pain, and you bolt upright, nearly tripping over your own feet. your eyes flicker to the angry–red top of the stove, immediately concluding he had burnt himself. you didn't wait any time grabbing his hand that was cradled in his chest, putting it over the sink, fumbling with the tap before cold water shot out.

the next two minutes are you rambling about how concerned you are–what if its a second degree burn? he would have to go to the hospital for sure. maybe there's burn cream in the cabinet. you remember buying it the last time you accidentally splashed scalding hot water on yourself. hopefully it doesn't blister to bad–

"–damn, you really do love me huh?" shidou's amused voice snaps you out of your mumbling trace, and you pout your glossy lips at him.

"of course i love you ryu–" you suddenly pause mid sentence. he's grinning, and you know that type of grin from a mile away–

you abruptly pulled his hand from out of the water, checking over it, palm and back, just to see no sign of injury. nothing. no redness, forming blisters, or swelling...your eye twitched. this whole time he faked being hurt because he knew you would baby him.

you shoved him away irritably as he cackled–but it was more of a attempt if anything, hands only meeting with hard muscle that wouldn't budge. so you instead settled on punching his arm. he doesn't seem fazed, his hands reaching up to squish your cheeks together like you were a naive child.

"aww that all ya got? c'mon, hit me harder doll."

that whole thing may have ended in a play fight and maybe a smidgen of love–making, but you took that as his apology for scaring you like that.

only you matched the Shidou Ryusei's freak, physically, emotionally and in spirit.

he wouldn't trade it for anything else.

・. ★ Credits for divider.ᐟ; @.strangergraphics

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kanmom51 · 1 month ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/kanmom51/783693358602371072/burn-double-burn-triple-burn?source=share I don't understand what or whom you meant here...if you don't mind can you please explain it. If u meant tkkrs here, I think they're so happy that Jungkook kept on mentioning tae and them talking on the Phone. Am I missing something???

Good for them I guess. Being oblivious is a thing too.

When that is what makes them happy, JK having a laugh at Tae, then not answering his call and telling us he isn't. And when he finally does laughing at how Tae is cursing him only to hang up on him and tell us he did, then the pickings are real slim.

What we got from them was that JM and JK listened to Jin's song together. We got confirmation that they are together again. We got them giggling together having a good laugh at JK being bratty as shit towards Tae, frustrating the shit out of Tae.

But you know, doesn't surprise me that they don't get it. They haven't gotten it for years now, how JK is not and will never be interested romantically in Tae. They don't listen to the two of them. Actually listen to things they say and said through the years. They don't observe actual interactions between the two in original content. And when they do see it, they make excuses to explain the distance and at times the passive aggressive interactions between the two.

And talking about not getting it, or maybe getting it but faining ignorance, with their 'haha JK ignored JM during the whole comment interactions". Like seriously? Are they actually being serious? The two are literally sitting together taking a crack at Tae having a good laugh TOGETHER, did I mention them at the very least sitting side by side while this was happening? JK ignoring JM? While the two literally chose to and went through joint enlistment, are servig together, singing together, showering together and sleeping together. But I guess this is a win in their book, JK not directing comments to JM in that live, again, with the two literally at each other's side. And why would he when he is too busy taking a stab at Tae, all while making his favourite person in the whole wide world laugh, when we know that's his favourite passtime (making JM laugh - fact)?🤣🤣

It's either lack of experience, not knowing what a healthy loving relationship actually looks like, or obsessing on 2 members they NEED to be together, so much so that they make up this entwined warped reality where nothing the two do, including both actually being with another person, will divert them from their obsession. So, I guess at the end of it, me saying burn does mean nothing, because no matter what any of these 3 young men do or say, including an official statement of them being with another, these people will continue to create stories, narratives, theories that will suit their obsession, no matter how untrue they are. Larry's 0.2!!

Anyways, who cares about some delusional unhinged assholes when the clock is counting down and we are approaching the 3 week mark in a hop skip and jump?

24 days to go!!

#ask #jikook #kookmin #jungji #jungkook #jk #jimin #jm

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beanbagstab · 9 months ago

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My current Sonamy headcanons! 💖💙

These are mostly based off official content as well as what I’ve extrapolate from irl changes to the characters n such

1) Believing in Amy is the closest Sonic gets to believing in fate

2) Sonic feels similarly to sinking in water to how he feels “falling in love”. He feels a loss of control in a way he’s not entirely comfortable with or even sure he likes but he finds it exciting nonetheless

3) Amy compares herself to Sonic too much and sees herself as weak as a result

4) Sonic hates being vulnerable so he helps the weak

5) Amy is uniquely capable of seeing right through Sonic and that makes him feel vulnerable

6) Even if she is helpful, most strangers see Amy as annoying, her friends love her tho

7) Sonic is the first real person in her life to put up with Amy and she attached to him so much because of it

8) Both realize they’re trans early in childhood but Sonic never had a word for it until later in life

9) Sonic is Demi and Bi-Romantic but goes unlabeled for most of his life. He’s known what he’s about since he was fairly young tho

10) Amy is Allo and Bi but had not really thought about until meeting Sonic, she goes to pride events when she can

11) Amy developed attachment and abandonment issues that don’t go away even after they begin to date

12) Amy and Sonic have a weak telepathic connection that functions more like a sixth sense Sonic is less aware of it than Amy is and he doesn’t really question it

13) Amy actually has no idea how she is able to sense Sonic’s presence (she chalks it up to girlish intuition)

14) Sonic usually has a very good awareness of his surroundings but somehow Amy always manages to catch him off guard

15) No matter how angry or aggressive Amy gets with him, Sonic’s danger sense has never gone off because of her

16) Even after they started dating, Sonic isn’t entirely sure if he ‘loves’ Amy the way she ‘loves’ him but as long as they’re happy he doesn’t really care

17) Amy realized Sonic’s on the aroace spectrum before he did

18) Sonic is secretly worried that one day Amy will fall out of love with him

19) Sonic believes that Amy knows him better than he knows himself but Amy feels like there’s so much she still doesn’t know about him

20) Amy is very perceptive and empathetic but Sonic is the hardest person for her to read

21) Sonic is likewise very perceptive but lacks the same level of empathy as Amy

22) Amy looks at Sonic like he hung the stars and Sonic would do anything to keep that look on her face

23) Sonic doesn’t get jealous easily but when he does he gets very jealous

24) Amy does get jealous easily but it quickly fizzes out to either anger or sadness

25) A lot of people have a crush on Sonic but the only crush he’s ever really been affected by is Amy’s

26) Sonic loves to live. Amy lives to love

27) Amy is constantly trying to prove to herself that she’s worthy of Sonic’s love and attention

28) Sonic can be selfish when it comes to Amy’s affections

29) After/if Tails gets a partner Sonic ‘moves out’ and ‘moves in’ with Amy to give them more privacy

30) Sonic is consciously more gentle with Amy and Amy is unconsciously more rough with Sonic

31) After years of becoming more used to physical touch with/ from Amy he is almost completely unaffected by it which leads to Amy trying to find new ways to fluster/ tease him

32) Meeting Amy as kids gave Sonic the patience and empathy he needed that lead him to allow Tails to follow him later

33) Even if Amy didn’t want him to, Sonic would still rush in to save her.

34) When Sonic is upset Amy is the first one able to tell the difference from his usual demeanor

35) They almost never have serious arguments but when they do they both are quick to forgive

36) Sonic considers himself very lucky to be the one who Amy fell in love with

37) To Sonic, Amy is truly a “good person” to the extent that he trust her moral compass with very little, if any, push back

38) Sonic and Amy are both orphans

38) Sonic is an introvert and Amy is an extrovert

39) Sonic is very bad at expressing his more negative/complex/vulnerable emotions

40) Amy often gets ahead of herself, overestimating her abilities which sometimes pay off and sometimes get her in a lot of trouble

41) Sonic thinks Amy’s tenacity is amazing and fun but sometimes it worries him too

42) Sonic’s impatience as a kid stems from him being so used to being the strongest/ most capable person around

43) Sonic gets less reckless as he grows but he gets very reckless when his emotions are high

44) Amy: heeheehee (aka cute giggles)

Sonic: heheheheheHAHAHAHAHA (aka chuckles into full on cackling)

45) Even when they’re old, Sonic and Amy still act like teens in love- teasing each other and chasing each other around, new people are kinda weirded out but friends are very used to it by then

46) Sonic is so used to Amy telling him how she feels directly that he would have no idea what to do if she decided to clam up and suppress her own feelings. It would upset and unnerve him- he’d feel in the dark.

#Sonamy #Sonamy headcanons #Sonamy hc #sonic x Amy #sonic x amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #sonic fandom #I’ll add to this later when I have more headcanons piled up #I think about them a lot #I guess some of these are canon but canon is so wacky I hesitate to call it that #text post

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crowsofdarkness · 2 months ago

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Camboy!Bill Skarsgard: You send a picture to Bill while he's on stream-Part Seven

-pics not mine.-

Pairings: CamBoy!Bill Skarsgard x Viewer!Reader

Summary: Bill isn't ashamed of the work he does, showcasing his body online for anyone willing to pay. His number one rule was never to make a connection with anyone who either sent him messages or paid for private one-on-one video sessions. That was until you decided to request a certain private session.

Content Warnings: 18+ smut which includes Bill having an only fans page, masturbation, phone sex, virtual sex, and language.

Authors Note: this is a limited mini-series, just a bunch of blurbs that take place in this universe. i'm not sure exactly how long this will be. tags will be open for this if anyone is interested!

Tags: @loushaw131460 @hatterripper31 @felicity-lemons-thoughts @malenoradgn @unlimitedlust @voidofsunlight @muchwita @amidthechaos

CamBoy!Bill masterlist.

Blowing out a shaky breath, I ruffled out my hair a few times while mentally giving myself a pep talk in the mirror. My bright red lipstick almost shined under the light of my bathroom and I gave myself a final look over to make sure my outfit was perfect, well more like lack thereof an outfit. Quickly glancing at the time, I noted that Bill still had about ten minutes left of his live stream on Only Fans which meant I needed to start my plan right now.

I skipped from my bathroom over towards my bedroom, the air bringing a chill to my bare body and once I sat on the edge of my bed, I put on my brand new pair of black heels with red bottoms.

A gift from Bill.

We’ve been officially dating for the last month and it's been so perfect even though it was a long distance and all of our dates were virtual. I didn’t mind, as long as I got to see his face every day, it made my stomach flutter. We talked about finally meeting in person soon but with our work schedules never lining up, we couldn’t find a day.

Bill offered to stop his Only Fans content when we started dating but I assured him I was comfortable with it, just no more collabs to which he made a comment that still to this day makes my cheeks flush.

“You’re the only one I’ll make videos with, angel.”

The nickname he gave me always brought a smile to my face, even now. I quickly brushed off his comment when he said it because there was no way his fans would want to watch him and me in a video together.

Earlier today, I told him I would be late for our nightly nine in the evening facetime calls because I was going out with some coworkers which was a lie because I wanted to surprise him with my plan.

With his live stream up on my computer, I let the noise of his moans play in the background while I laid on the bed, propping my phone up across from me. It was incredibly hard not to watch him in the shower, the soap and water running down his abs and hard muscles, his hand wrapped in a vice grip around his cock, but I needed to pay attention to what I was doing.

The only thing I wore were my heels and a cheeky pair of black lace panties. I wasn’t ready for him to see me completely naked so instead, I laid on my stomach while making sure my round ass was in view along with the heels and snapped a bunch of pictures.

From the noises coming from my computer, I knew Bill was about to cum all in his hands so I only had a few seconds to finish this plan. I had about two good pictures to choose from so once I hit send with the text something to help you finish ;), I hastily sat on my computer chair just in time for Bill’s phone to go off. But he was so far gone in bliss that he didn’t notice so I sent another picture then another text until he finally let out a mutter of curses, giving all of the viewers an apology. For some reason, he thought it was a great idea to prop his phone up in the shower to record his content so I wasn’t sure how it didn’t get water damage. I didn’t dwell on it for long because he picked it up and the camera showed his flustered face for a few beats before his eyes bled with darkness.

“You little tease,” he groaned.

The chat was going crazy, wondering what Bill was looking at and who the tease was.

Giggling, I typed out another text to him.

Me: Don’t you stop. I want to see your pretty cock cry for me.

Over the month of dating, Bill has helped me break out of the shy spell surrounding me and it was easier for me to talk dirty to him through text rather than on the phone.

“Angel,” he mouthed, looking directly into the camera.

We also kept our relationship quiet, not wanting his fans to find out. It was stressful when they found me at first a few months ago so I knew I couldn’t handle it if they all found out Bill and I were dating.

Water dripped from his hair and mustache as he set the phone back up on the shelf in his shower, then sat back on the small bench. He had a large shower, enough space for his tall frame. Bill ran a hand over his face to brush away the droplets of water before grasping his cock again.

“You want to see my cock cry for you, huh?”

His voice took an edge to it, one that sent shockwaves straight down to my cunt but I refrained from touching myself. I wouldn’t. Not until our nightly facetime call.

The chat continued to freak out, most of them begging him and saying yes please. Internally I cringed when I read a comment that said oh yes daddy. I thought I’d feel an ounce of jealousy with Bill doing this kind of work now that we were dating but I didn’t. Call it maturity and growing in myself but I found it thrilling that anytime he was filming content, it was because of me. I sent him countless pictures and videos.

“I can’t wait until I can cum on that pretty face of yours, angel. Stuff my fingers down your mouth so you can choke on it. Down on your knees, looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes.”

I squeezed my thighs together as I adjusted myself on my computer chair, leaning closer towards the monitor so I could see up close the way his ab muscles constricted. Bill leaned his head against the shower wall, jaw falling slack, and his hand gripped the head of his cock to swirl a finger around the opening to use his precum as lube before gripping the base of it to pump it three times. With a groan so sinful it made me blush, I nearly drooled as I watched his pretty cock cry for me.

“Oh, Bill,” I moaned, arching off the bed.

The sound of my vibrator echoed in the vastness of my bedroom as I laid spread eagle on my bed, still wearing the heels but now I was completely naked, although due to how my phone was angled, it was only showing my feet and cunt.

“I can’t wait till I can taste your cunt and feel it clench around my cock,” Bill’s voice broke through the thickness of the air.

I nodded, too far gone in bliss to speak, and pressed the black rose harder against my clit, my orgasm so close it was nearly teetering on the edge. I could taste the release on my touch and it tasted delightful.

“Cum with me, angel. I’m so close,” Bill said, the speed of his hand undoubtedly going faster than before.

After his live stream ended, he immediately called me and ordered me to point my phone at my pussy so he could watch me cum.

Which I did.

With a shout, I writhed against the bed when my orgasm washed through me in a tidal wave so powerful I was sure I would succumb to the darkness after I came down from the high.

I let out a very content sigh and set my rose vibrator on the nightstand next to my bed with the intent to wash it before bed. I kicked off the heels then covered myself with the blanket not wanting Bill to see all of me quite yet and reached for my phone intime to see he had brought his phone to the bathroom so he could wash his hands.

“Two orgasms within ten minutes, aren't you lucky,” I teased, easing into my pillow while holding onto my phone.

Bill chuckled, drying his hands. “I have you, of course I’m lucky.”

We talked well into the night and when it was just after two in the morning, I fell asleep to Bill singing a sweet song to me in Swedish. I dreamed of when we would finally meet and somehow in the dream, I knew that it was up to me to make sure it came true.

#bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard smut #bill skarsgard imagine #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard blurbs #bill skarsgard fics #bill skarsgard x you #bill skarsgard au #bill skarsgard x reader #bill skarsgard reader insert #camboy!bill skarsgard

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theyluvlyss · 1 month ago

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i saw your post on needing more creativity (to word it briefly) in remmick/sinners fanfics and IM HERE TO SUPPLY!! im thinking of making a new account should i do it???

𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !!!

per my last couple of posts, I would LOVE some requests to start piling up. I wanna see more ideas and thoughts for me to work with (and fangirl about🥴✋🏽-).

and as far as you making an account goes, anon, I ofc encourage you do it if it will make you happy - legit, the whole reason I started this blog was because I wanted my own space to write, say, request, post, etc. whatever tf I want, so you'll never get a 'no' from me when trying to do the same😌🫶🏽.

reminder to all, though !! to reiterate/add to some of my boundaries when it comes to sinners requests specifically !! ...

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

I know I have and am usually/typically willing to write taboo topics when it comes to other fandoms, but sinners (to me, in my personal opinion) is a lot more sacred and special, so there's certain changes i'm making/abiding by apart from my usual/normal rules out of both respect and just the simple fact that it's just gonna be strict 'round this bitch, like, idk what to tell you lmao.

- NO moore twins incest or stepcest, i'm not doing it.

- no weird "sammick" bullshit, this is not a sammick ship friendly blog, don't interact, follow, or request things regarding that ship towards me, you'll be blockt with a QUICKNESS.

- I do welcome think, theory, and thirst pieces in my ask inbox, but be aware each of those topics will be kept separate from one another. time and place rules; don't bring up think piece material in the comments of an imagine I worked hard on that has nothing to do with the nuances of the movie and it's themes - and vice versa - don't start thirsting under posts I may make regarding how I view the characters and their role/purpose and whatnot.

- i'm not at all opposed to age gaps, but i'm not doing anything illegal, so don't even go there. but yeah, again, this is vampire media/content - age gaps are a large chunk of the appeal and if you don't like that, then maybe you're not ready to engage in vamp content, idk😭🤷🏽‍♀️.

- unless written or requested otherwise, reader will always be assumed 20+ years old, black/black-coded, and southern. and when it comes to requesting otherwise, plz be clear with your intentions on why, and don't be weird - like seriously, if I see something I don't like, it's not getting written and I will put you on blast, I don't have patience whatsoever for nonsense, so don't start😭🙏🏽.

- i'm a bit picky when it comes to plots, fair warning (i'll try not to let it be an issue tho lol no worries) - especially modern au's, so don't expect a whole lot of those unless you want some of my more "awkward" writing (for lack of a better word) lmao.

- I will write for...

elias "stack" moore

elijah "smoke" moore

sammie "preacher boy" moore

remmick

bo chow

- I shouldn't even have to say this, but NO, I will not be doing any kkk members x reader, kkk dynamic work, kkk NOTHING. I don't even have the words to explain the disgust and anger that it brings me to even think about it, i'm fighting for my life not to say nothing violent and out of pocket rn-...

- be aware that I don't have an official masterlist yet, so stay tuned for when that gets uploaded, because when it does, that means the very first of any sinners related fics of mine has been completed and added :D !!

- and last but not least, basic fanfic/account etiquette...

don't like what I write? don't read it.

don't like me or my content? block me.

questions? just ask, and be respectful.

and finally, if you leave any type of negativity on my page, you'll be dealt with accordingly.

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anyways, that's all for now. thanks for reading this and for all of the strong engagement, love, and support I've received so far on the topic of sinners fanfic, it's really jarring in a good way after being kind of a dead account for a while😭🙏🏽. I hope I can deliver what y'all want/are expecting💕.

byeeee /ᐠ^˕^マ !!!

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sunny-day-jack-official · 2 years ago

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URGENT! Stop KOSA!

Hey all, this is BáiYù and Sauce here with something that isn't necessarily SnaccPop related, but it's important nonetheless. For those of you who follow US politics, The Kids Online Safety Act passed the Senate yesterday and is moving forward.

This is bad news for everyone on the internet, even outside of the USA.

What is KOSA?

While it's officially known as "The Kids Online Safety Act," KOSA is an internet censorship masquerading as another "protect the children" bill, much in the same way SESTA/FOSTA claimed that it would stop illegal sex trafficking but instead hurt sex workers and their safety. KOSA was originally introduced by Sen. Edward Markey, D-Mass. and Bill Cassidy, R-La. as a way to update the 1998 Children’s Online Privacy Act, raising the age of consent for data collection to 16 among other things. You can read the original press release of KOSA here, while you can read the full updated text of the bill on the official USA Congress website.

You can read the following articles about KOSA here:

EFF: The Kids Online Safety Act is Still A Huge Danger to Our Rights Online

CyberScoop: Children’s online safety bills clear Senate hurdle despite strong civil liberties pushback

TeenVogue: The Kids Online Safety Act Would Harm LGBTQ+ Youth, Restrict Access to Information and Community

The quick TL;DR:

KOSA authorizes an individual state attorneys general to decide what might harm minors

Websites will likely preemptively remove and ban content to avoid upsetting state attorneys generals (this will likely be topics such as abortion, queerness, feminism, sexual content, and others)

In order for a platform to know which users are minors, they'll require a more invasive age and personal data verification method

Parents will be granted more surveillance tools to see what their children are doing on the web

KOSA is supported by Christofascists and those seeking to harm the LGBTQ+ community

If a website holding personally identifying information and government documents is hacked, that's a major cybersecurity breach waiting to happen

What Does This Mean?

You don't have to look far to see or hear about the violence being done to the neurodivergent and LGBTQ+ communities worldwide, who are oftentimes one and the same. Social media sites censoring discussion of these topics would stand to do even further harm to folks who lack access to local resources to understand themselves and the hardships they face; in addition, the fact that websites would likely store personally identifying information and government documents means the death of any notion of privacy.

Sex workers and those living in certain countries already are at risk of losing their ways of life, living in a reality where their online activities are closely surveilled; if KOSA officially becomes law, this will become a reality for many more people and endanger those at the fringes of society even worse than it already is.

Why This Matters Outside of The USA

I previously mentioned SESTA/FOSTA, which passed and became US law in 2018. This bill enabled many of the anti-adult content attitudes that many popular websites are taking these days as well as the tightening of restrictions laid down by payment processors. Companies and sites hosted in the USA have to follow US laws even if they're accessible worldwide, meaning that folks overseas suffer as well.

What Can You Do?

If you're a US citizen, contact your Senators and tell them that you oppose KOSA. This can be as an email, letter, or phone call that you make to your state Senator.

For resources on how to do so, view the following links:

https://www.badinternetbills.com/#kosa

https://www.stopkosa.com/

https://linktr.ee/stopkosa

If you live outside of the US or cannot vote, the best thing you can do is sign the petition at the Stop KOSA website, alert your US friends about what's happening, and raise some noise.

Above all else, don’t panic. By staying informed by what’s going on, you can prepare for the legal battles ahead.

#stop KOSA #KOSA #censorship #us law #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #the groom of gallagher mansion #dachabo

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burquillos · 11 months ago

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I’d love to hear your thoughts on the final MHA chapter because the internet seems to be very divided

I waited till MHA officially ended! Long post ahead!! People being divided on the ending makes sense. Different people come to watch shows and read comics for very different reasons and with very different expectations for an ending in mind. Especially for a series like MHA which is a battle manga that seeks to subvert shonen genre tropes.

I think part of the reason why people are so divided on it right now is because of leak culture and reaction culture. People have to remember that comic books and manga are a storytelling medium. The author actually thinks about the arrangement of the panels, what’s in the panels, and how the combination of these things can form a narrative. Reading it from twitter thread/discords from people in a rush to translate to get the information to you as fast as possible is NOT the intended way to experience the story.

The “leak format” kind of encourages people to put too much focus on certain panels and roughly translated text that would otherwise feel very different when you are reading the story through the intended medium, and when you pair that with the highly reactive way people ‘consume content’ nowadays, the result is a snowball of very volatile emotions being thrown around without a moment for people to breathe, think, and wonder for themselves “Why did the author write it like this? Was there something I missed? How does this re-contextualize story? Have I actually missed the point this whole time?” etc.

That being said, I sort of have a philosophical way of approaching MHA?? When I got back to it again, I was hyper-critical of it especially because I just came back from reading One Piece (and the writing styles and messages are VERY different). I slowly learned to judge the writing for what it is rather than keep comparing it to other series and I learned it was more enjoyable to experience the story like that.

The ending is a very hard pill to swallow for a lot of people which is understandable, but it didn’t come out of nowhere. I mean, just look at the ending lines of "Do Not Be Defeated by Rain", the poem that inspired Deku’s character:

I am also a stubbornly optimistic person, and my number one rule is never to engage with anything in bad faith. I CHOOSE to see hope through the margins and the final chapter being so open to potential encourages that thinking of mine.

So even though I think there are some things that could be handled better (the villains) and storylines I WISH were explored (OFA vestiges my beloved) there’s no reason why it couldn’t be fixed.

There is this openness to it that leaves so much room for hope and imagination that I can’t truly be mad at it.

I might find MHA lacking as an entertainment piece, but I will defend it to the end as an artistic piece.

Horikoshi has said before that he doesn’t care if his manga is popular or not, MHA is basically a culmination of the stuff he enjoys, and I KNOW drawing whatever the hell you want despite knowing not everyone will like it takes a lot of guts and it’s what makes MHA so human.

All the traces of him are in there, flaws and everything, so you can endlessly turn it around, flip back and forth and there will be always something new to unpack, learn, and realize and the thought of what could've been will always haunt people (just like Star Wars, a series he also likes kajdbaldnlk)

#asks #.txt #long post

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matcha-milkies · 2 months ago

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Married Life Worldbuilding Lore Drop ♡

❝ Bill has changed the cultural landscape of romance in some pretty sad ways. ❞

I’ve been rambling in my Discord server and wanted to do a lore dump about the post-Bill culture of Dimension 13’\ (the official designation of the Married Life AU). I want everyone to be on the same page, since some server members have expressed wanting to create fan content surrounding this lore!

It's no Chapter 10, but I hope it's fun to read all the same. Big walls of text under the cut:

♡ Despite outward appearances, Bill is terribly insecure about his relationship with Ford (part of the reason he keeps him locked up so tightly).

♡ You can imagine Bill would hate seeing anyone in a relationship happier or healthier than his. He may not even be consciously aware of why looking at happy couples fills him with so much visceral, inexplicable envy anger, but it does.

♡ At first, this might manifest in him favoring the torture of happy couples he comes across in his domain. Singles are more likely to get off scot-free. This is why Bill flesh-sculpted Jonathan and Lucy and then made Ford eat them. They were truly in love and committed to each other, and Bill couldn’t stand the sight of them.

♡ This insecurity in Bill escalates. He needs more control, but he also needs to be Mr. Nice Emperor. He appoints himself the arbiter of romance/marriage. Because he knows best on the subject of course! And he just doesn’t want anyone to get hurt, getting into a relationship they shouldn’t. All non-Bill-sanctioned relationships of a romantic nature are illegal and punishable by neverending torture (which Bill might subject you to anyway, for funsies, but unsanctioned romance is a surefire way to rocket you to the top of the list of candidates, and Bill has an ever-growing number of enforcers and loyalists). But don’t worry, it’s still for your own good! Very 1984 I know. If you’re actually in love, good luck getting that approved.

♡ This leads to one of two major culture shifts:

Either A) 13 adopts a hypersexual culture (much like the Hand of God AU for those familiar, although for very different reasons in this case). Romantic love becomes a sort of nigh unobtainable virtue reserved for God and his beloved, and a select chosen few. People resort to sex to satisfy their need for intimate connection.

OR B) 13 becomes hyper asexual for fear that anything bordering on passion will anger Bill. This however does create a conundrum in the lack of reproduction, at least for species who procreate via sex. Could still work if people still have sex but it’s a very… businesslike transaction and possibly organized/ordered by group leaders. Literally “I only have sex in missionary position for the sole purpose of procreation.”

^ I have not yet fully committed to either of the above routes, though I’m leaning more towards B.

♡ The heart and other romantic symbology such as roses and swans become sacred and divine. (Designs of Married Life Ford from later in the story will feature a red heart tattoo under his left eye).

♡ This monopoly on romance is of course extremely authoritarian, but literally in every other aspect of life, Bill is like “Go nuts, do what you want.” It’s just this one thing in particular that he fixates on and becomes obsessed with controlling.

♡ This also forces people to vicariously enjoy Bill and Ford’s love story, as it becomes one of the only ways the average person can experience romance at all. It tends to create some very obsessive fans. Bill turns their life into a sitcom called “Married Life” and broadcasts it across the dimension as daytime television. Some tweaks and edits are made of course, to make for better TV and not at all to give Bill the most flattering angle possible. However, Bill doesn’t always understand what does or does not register as disturbing to humans, and something is still very obviously wrong with this relationship. Anyone who isn’t a delusional Ciphertologist knows full well what’s going on here, but you should really keep those thoughts about domestic abuse to yourself if you know what’s good for you.

This TV series even makes it beyond Dimension 13’\ as VHS tapes. There are a few lost episodes and a lot of behind-the-scenes trivia that you’d have to dig pretty deep to find.

The sitcom aspect of the lore could honestly be an entire post on its own, and I look forward to developing it further and incorporating it into future chapters as well. It just might be a while before it can come into the story in any significant way, and it is helpful to have this context when understanding the wider culture of 13’\, so I wanted to get the lore out there.

**clicks button that brings us to the final PowerPoint slide which says “Thank you! Any questions?”**

#any questions beyond ‘ch 10 when’ bc idk beyond ‘soonish’#it’s coming but my attention is divided between a couple different projects rn #married life au #gravity falls au #married life bill #married life ford #ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic #fanfiction #married life fic #married life #tw abuse #tw forced relationship #toxic billford #billford #matcha-milkies ♡♡

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 6 months ago

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I don't think the ones who are disappointed about having a male Yuu for the next chapter are disappointed because they don't want a male Yuu or hate it, but they just want to see more femme Yuu since we only get one until now.

I personally don't mind whether it's a male or a female, but I may be slightly disappointed if it's a male—not because I hate male Yuus, but just because I would like to see more than just one femme Yuu with different personalities, like we get a strong femme Yuu, so it would be nice to get a more timid femme Yuu so all the fandom get a bit of what they prefer.

It would be nice getting different personalities for Male Yuus too!

[Referencing this post!]

These asks are on a similar subject, so I decided to put them together!

Be warned that I do discuss negative fandom behaviors + comments regarding femme and masc Yuus in this post; please proceed with caution and feel free to skip if you don't feel you’re ready for it. Take care of yourselves ^^

To the first ask: As I said in my original reply, it’s totally fine to want to see more femme Yuus. There is nothing inherently wrong with this. And, of course, wanting a femme Yuu does not automatically equate to hating/not wanting a masc Yuu. The two exist as separate things—they can overlap, but that isn’t representative of the majority.

You can and should be allowed to voice disagreement, disappointment, etc. with whatever decisions Twst makes. What I worry about is that, depending on how these thoughts and opinions are expressed, it may still come off as intolerant, even if unintentionally. For example, if I said, “Aww, masc Yuu this time? I thought Yuu would be femme because of the boy-girl-boy pattern”, it’s pretty neutral. But if I had instead said, “ARE YOU FR????? 😭 😭 😭 ANOTHER MASC YUU?? As if we don’t already have enough of these mfers”… It comes off much differently, see? Both statement are demonstrating disappointment, but the latter reads as more disparaging due to things like word choice, capitalization, etc. (And again, even if it is not the OP’s intention, their words could still be interpreted as unwelcoming to masc/nb fans.)

Like you, I don’t really mind what gender Yuu is and it would be nice to have more diversity in their identities and personalities!! (My favorite so far has got to be Yuuta; I like how earnest and heartfelt he is; he has very different vibes than Yuuken and Yuuka, who were both more stoic by comparison.) I only wish that the wording used for the topic would be more mindful, as it’s already alienating enough for masc/nb fans when so much of the fandom content seems to revolve around the feminine perspective (such as assuming she/her pronouns for reader inserts). When fellow fans use non-inclusive language (yes, even if unintentionally), it can result in a space that isn’t very friendly.

Another concern that I have is that people are looking to official materials to (for lack of a better term) “validate” the existence of their own creations. This was a prominent issue back in the days of only Heartslabyul and Savanaclaw. When the Episode of Heartslabyul had just begun with Yuuken, there was outcry from the English-speaking side of the fandom because people believed that this "canonized" Yuu as being male and thereby "invalidated" the several femme Yuusonas that existed in the fandom. Then, when the Episode of Savanaclaw came out, revealing Yuuka (our first "official" female Yuu), there was rejoicing because people now felt that femme Yuus were "canonized". I don't know, I just feel like people should be able to create what they want and be able to have fun in the process without having to rely on official sources to make them feel justified to make art, writing, etc. Your creations should be valid and fulfilling to you regardless of whatever interpretations official sources introduce.

To the second ask: I am NOT claiming that there is no such thing as the disparaging of femme Yuus. People disparaging masc Yuus and people disparaging femme Yuus are two different things. Saying that one happens is not ignoring or denying that the other one also happens. I have unfortunately witnessed plenty of both, and there have been very vitriolic comments made against femme and masc Yuus 😔 For every "femme Yuus shouldn't exist, this is an all-boys school and if you have a femme Yuu then you’re dumb" or "you're only making a femme Yuu to ship them with the guys/yumes are so pathetic and cringe" I've seen, I've also seen a "masc Yuus are so ugly" or "men are invading a female only space, as if they don’t already dominate in other gachas”. None of these comments are okay to make, they all just fuel resentment in the fandom space. This is not an issue of which side is “worse”. Both sides in the debate are bad because they put people down and perpetuate gender-based intolerance. The ask from my original post is not the only person I have seen being disappointed at the possibility of another male Yuu. There's been a lot of the same sentiment floating around on various socials and Twst servers, both now and back then (around the time(s) of Yuuken and/or Yuuka's releases). As I've said before, expressing disappointment is not an issue in of itself; the issue is that the manner in which a select few express their disappointment can be aggressive--and if those are the ones who speak the loudest, then it doesn't make this fandom space feel very open. This is true whether you are talking about femme Yuu hate, masc Yuu hate, just... hate in general for any kind of Yuu.

Twst is a joseimuke. By definition, it is a game with a target demographic of women--and that means all of the playable characters (not including the player/self-insert character) will most likely be guys. That's why Night Raven College is an all-boys school by design. It's just a very convenient location for a joseimuke. It doesn't mean the devs wanted to make another "exclusively male masculine space" like those that exist in real life. The main cast being primarily men appeals to and attracts an audience of largely (straight) women and has nothing to do with the existence of irl spaces for men (where women may actually be discouraged from being present or at least feel uncomfortable there). There are opposite intentions in these scenarios. It’s like demanding that a mainstream otome game include more female love interests when the target audience of an otome is typically straight women; naturally, most of the love interests would be men—not because of sexism or a dislike of women/not wanting to welcome women, not because the in-universe locations are “men only”, but because of the gaming genre. If we're talking about the Twst fandom itself, it's already mostly women; in what way is it a male masculine space? Trying to be inclusive of masc/nb fans doesn't mean the fandom is suddenly going to be inundated with men or that men will start bullying women out of this space. A lot of the femme Yuu hate, for examples, comes from OTHER women in the fandom, not men. Particular forms of hatred are not exclusive to gender, and I don't think we should be perpetuating it by pointing fingers.

Yuu is poised to be whatever the player wants them to be! It's why they aren't really referred to by specific pronouns and a lot of their talents and other traits are left ambiguous--so the player can project as much or as little as they want onto them. I feel that it isn't too wild of a wish to hope that the fandom can carry the same open-minded energy.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Yuuken Enma #Enma Yuuken #Hirasaka Yuuka #Yuuka Hirasaka #notes from the writing raven #Yuu #advice #Yuuta Mito #Mito Yuuta #episode of heartslabyul #episode of heartslabyul manga #episode of savanaclaw #episode of savanaclaw manga

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misanthrapologist · 6 months ago

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okay I have some stuff I wanna spout about nowhere and ivan himself now having the official lyrics and various translations. someone please listen to my ramblings.

starting off this song is clearly about him and his struggles about himself and his whole life. we see this overall from the lyrics and of course the cover.

if black sorrow was hopeless then this is beyond hopeless. the "this/that always happens to me" is just a clear sign right off the bat about this along with the "it's so typical, typical to me" it's it's obvious just how used to always being in these awful situations he is "that's just how it is" and how it'll always be, how it'll end "it's stained with blood" (can he stop that man you just jinxed your own pretty much suicide) he's always expected a death that's obviously not going to be that normal or say "happy" for lack of me thinking of a better word of a death, but it's okay, he's content with that cause it's what would've always happened no matter what. it's always how everything goes for him. fate sealed to an awful end from the beginning of his life.

the dream and hope slowly going from rose to purple to black once again shows this hope slipping away never to be fully back again no matter what. even if for a second he gains a bit of hope back, it's pointless. it'll always end wrong and it's back to his usual life. "wake up, wake up in my overwhelming daily/beautiful life. is it for real? an existence like dust, I can't stand to look at it, close my eyes and my mind" he's clearly unhappy with his life (to a point) and himself, preffering to look away, ignore it and forget as much as he can as to not stress about it anymore than necessary. it's easier that way rather than facing it or communicating about it at all. and we know how he is when it comes to all that. he's shit at it and doesn't know how to really do it so obviously that's what he does. the "is it for real?" is honestly kind of funny tbh. yet so meaningful. in a way it could mean that it's hard to believe what's happening and that it's better than anything he ever had in the slums or in general. maybe a feeling of unworthiness of these things in regards to the "beautiful life" line, since although not the best, again, better than anything he could've ever wished for. or maybe something else.

we already knew he does not like himself and is truthfully not confident. he certainly.attempts to be as we see from the act/personality he puts on but even then he ends it off with a way to slightly jab at himself as we see in his interview where when asked about his charm he says he has more flaws and his looks being "quite average". along with a mention about his teeth or rather tooth. here I'd like to mention the line "with that revolting tooth"/"with these disgusting teeth" this stuck out to me since it's very obviously him once again hating on himself. it's clearly a part many like/mention about him a lot. but it's him, who he is and of course he hates it. the constant descriptions of him from the team and himself being that he's "twisted" and variations of that further show just how deep this hatred goes. this feeling of abnormality and wrongness. the feeling you're so vastly different from everyone and needing to learn how to be normal and like the others in order to fit in and be liked. an act. one he's put up his whole life nearly down to his death before he does everything at the end of round 6. even in official arts of him being genuine in canon we don't see much except strong distress. which is so utterly fitting to how he thinks and is. of course he's distressed whenever he's alone and himself, putting on an act so different from himself pretty much all day every day of your life really takes that kind of toll on you. I don't blame him for looking so pissed off when he's alone it's stressful pretending to be someone who you're not, someone who you had to learn to be to survive, someone who you were forced to perfect to the best of your abilities to be likeable in some way, someone who may as well be their own separate person at that point. (I could go on and on but I have so much else to talk about my bad.)

"this painful wound that keeps getting worse, I become more and more numb to it" says a lot and could be referring to many different things. but why not everything? I see it as this reffering once again to his life as a whole and way of living as an act. after so many years, you get used to this the more you do it and the more things happen.

"In the dark city lights I can't find anyone, anyone, anyone" this could mean a variety of things really. having no one to truly relate to as a metaphor of sorts or just being alone in the past in the slums or both even. a lot if not most of these lyrics as seen tie back to the way he lives and thinks about himself, further making me believe this song truly is just a better, even clearer look at his true self.

now with lyrics I thought had one meaning even before the official release that just become less of a reach on my end that I'll talk about more broken up. "that's just the kind of kid he is, so laugh, laugh because he can't do anything" this one I immediately think about his issue about not presenting and being like everyone else having to learn to be "human" in a sense. (along with his again self deprecation being the one writing these and singing them) "can't do anything" makes me believe this even more since he didn't really know how to express anything considered human before being taught how to or being forced to teach himself for example how to smile. a basic human action everyone naturally knows how to do. but he doesn't. he had to learn and be forced to do things like that. observing people and picking up how to do things "right". "no one cares about him, there's nowhere in the world for him to rest, that's just how he is" again reffering to his true nature. feeling uncared for and "rightfully" hated in your own eyes. wanting to change and trying to change and pretending yet knowing it'll never truly be real or enough to feel something. "rest" here could either mean literally as in he doesn't get a damn break, never really had anywhere to go at all and has been alone his whole life or doesn't get a break from faking everything I mean with such insane security and obviously being under such pressure it's hard to fully put your guard down anywhere. though I won't say only one since I honestly think it could once again have many meanings, cause most things he says in this song can be taken in different ways that still perfectly fit with his character. "he's smooth, flexible, quite easy" and the rest of this verse coullddddd be reffering to his act. I think so at least. I already said how I feel about that no need to repeat myself.

that's a lot and honestly all I got without repeating myself for the rest I hope this was coherent enough and makes at least some sense. I just wanted to get all this out my system and if anyone has anything to add go ahead and uhbmy bad for getting a little personal but writing all this and thinking about it is honestly therapeutic?? in a way. I so awfully and deeply relate to this guy half the time I think or talk about him and his issues I stop and think about how I'm basically describing myself. he's truly such an insanely well written and interesting character I'm not wven surprised I latched onto him so much I don't even really know what I'm doing okay bye :3

#alien stage #alnst #alnst ivan #ivan alien stage #they could never make me hate you ivan alien stage #nowhere #i am sane trust #HES JUST LIKE ME FR

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stringedpenguin · 1 month ago

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KyoHomu Headcanons Pt2.

I’ve scoured every single page on the internet for KyoHomu content, so I’ve reached the point where I just have to make my own. It’s hard out here being a rare pair shipper : ‘) I’m not sure why I believe so strongly in Homura has a biting kink, but I do.

Who Does the Chores

While Homura does most of the chores, reaching that point took a long time. Laundry? “It’s most likely I’ll have to reset this timeline regardless. No point in doing it now.” Making the bed? “Don’t have time to sleep tonight. There’s no point.” Cleaning the house? “A clean living room is enough for appearances’ sake.” Grocery shopping? “There are three convenience stores within a block's range of my apartment. Microwave meals will be enough to sustain me.” Unfortunately, a few of these habits followed her even after her time in the loops ended. Once “the epitome of laziness”(Homura’s words), Kyoko started living with her, it got to the point where even Kyoko had to step in. Homura’s strategy of pushing everything irrelevant to the guest bedroom was no longer working now that it was occupied, and they spent a full day cleaning up her apartment and ensuring everything was in working order. While Homura lacked basic life skills due to spending most of her years in a hospital, it took a while for her to get used to caring for everything around the apartment. Homura has difficulties learning new things, but it was no longer an issue once she had everything down. However, after the fifth time Homura offered Kyoko instant ramen for dinner(Kyoko believed she was being quite generous, letting it slide after the first), she took Homura to the grocery store and made sure to completely stock up her fridge. In regret, Homura could only glare at the receipt, knowing how quickly her food bill would be racked up with Kyoko now living with her full time. While Homura leaves all the cooking to Kyoko and takes care of most of the chores of herself she often has to yell at Kyoko to get her to deal with what’s left.

Who’s More Affectionate

Once Kyoko and Homura officially got together, she became very outwardly affectionate. She greatly enjoys giving hugs, small touches, kissing, etc., but has difficulty being on the receiving end of romantic affection or otherwise. (It took a long time to get used to the constant hugs the rest of the quintet gave her.) Conversely, Homura is much more conservative with her affection. She has trouble being more outward and typically lets Kyoko take the lead, whether it be kissing or otherwise. Kyoko says “I love you” as often as she can while Homura believes it’s better to say only in the most important moments. Due to Homura being less openly affectionate whenever she takes charge, it’s always doubly effective on Kyoko. Privately, Homura has taken a somewhat sadistic pleasure whenever she turns always confident Kyoko into a completely blushing mess when Homura takes the lead. Often smirking to herself whenever Kyoko unravels before her. Homura also has a very large biting kink. While it started as something Homura would ask Kyoko to do during a make-out session, it became a far more intimate gesture for them. Often, when Homura comes home for a rough day or just when she wants comfort, she’d have Kyoko bite down on her collarbone. Not enough to break skin or cause intense pain, but just enough to ground Homura and remind her Kyoko is there with her.

What Are their Favorite Hobbies

Kyoko jokes that DDR was her first ever true love. She loves the game so much that she might as well be married to it. She has a perfect score on every single song in her favorite arcade in Mitakihara, to the point where she has become something of a local legend. People have even started coming to said arcade solely to watch her play. Eventually, she wishes to have every DDR machine in Mitakihara display her name on every high score screen. She’s also made it a personal goal to try every single flavor of Pocky in existence. However, her progress has been slow due to seasonal and location-exclusive flavors being out of her reach. She once tried to purchase a case of an rare flavor from Europe while out of season, which Homura quickly shut down once she saw the delivery cost. Homura secretly loves spoiling the girl, especially since Kyoko has been in poverty for much of her life. But she has to draw the line somewhere.

On the other hand, Homura enjoys making bombs curling up with a book. In the living room, she’s slowly built up quite a large library in the bookcase that holds up their TV. She typically avoids the fantasy genre unless it’s something Madoka heavily recommends, wanting a nice escape from their magic-filled lives. She usually prefers reading nonfiction and history. She has, however, developed a very guilty pleasure of reading unbelievably cheesy romance novels that she hides in the back of the closet in their now shared bedroom. Unfortunately, Kyoko eventually found out and made it a habit to tease her about her hidden taste for romance novels.

Once Kyoko and Homura started dating, they spent more time finding overlap between their interests to make dates out of. Surprisingly, Homura found out she quite enjoyed their arcade dates. Homura is incredible at the two-player zombie shooters that litter most arcades, and she and Kyoko have a very fun time dominating them. Though Homura’s favorite activity is easily watching Kyoko play DDR. She’s nearly entranced when watching the girl play, especially when it’s a very difficult song. The sparkle in Kyoko’s eye, the pure concentration she has, and Homura’s favorite, the brilliant smile she wears, with the only descriptor ever coming to Homura’s mind being utterly radiant. The way Kyoko often tries to make her movements as seductive as possible when she knows Homura is watching makes it even easier on the eyes. They’ve also made it a habit of watching horror movies on the weekends. Nothing they watch can really scare them, and the fantasy horror can even cause them to fall asleep in each other's arms while watching the movie. Sayaka and Mami are horrified by this habit of theirs, while Madoka finds it quite relatable. Homura also tried to get Kyoko to read with her one time. It took less than five minutes for Homura to feel Kyoko’s hands slip under her shirt. Homura has decided that reading is a solo activity.

What Are their Largest Issues

Counting the number of issues these girls have would be like counting the grains of sand in a desert. Most of Kyoko’s stems from what happened to her family and grows from there. Kyoko still entirely blames herself for the deaths of her family, even if she doesn't say it much due to knowing it upsets Homura. Homura has somewhat given up on trying to get Kyoko to accept that what happened wasn’t her fault and has focused more on getting the girl to forgive herself. While she firmly believes Kyoko’s father to be at fault, she holds her tongue, knowing it would upset Kyoko to speak ill of him even if he is the one who murdered them. While Homura believes it’s not right to speak ill of the dead, she still occasionally curses Kyoko’s father when she’s alone. He left Kyoko with lifelong trauma, an orphan, homeless, and with an eating disorder after all. He doesn’t deserve that courtesy. Thankfully, Homura and the quintet have been able to help significantly with Kyoko's issues. Though the hardened and immoral magical girl persona she had adopted as a defense mechanism can often resurface. As well as the self-hatred, guilt, and self-doubt that never left her in the first place. She’s still had difficulties opening herself back up. She scared she’ll fuck up again and lose them all. It’s a thought that scares her more than ever now, with how much progress she has made with them. She’ll always be the one who remains. Even though she lost her right to live The nightmares she has about her family’s death don’t help this issue either.

Homura. Where do we begin with Homura? Abandoned by her parents at a young age. Tossed away like broken goods due to a heart condition that was out of her control. Spending most of her life in a hospital without a reason to live on. Getting a glimmer of light in her life, only to see it and everything she cares about ripped away from her again and again and again and again. The effects haven't left even after she got out of that hell. The self-hatred only got stronger. How many times did Madoka die due to Homura’s own selfish wish? How many times did she watch Kyoko give up her own life for the sake of someone else's? How many times did Sayaka fall into the throes of despair? How many times did Mami lose herself to the reality of a magical girl? How did she treat them? Pawns to be used. Weapons to be honed. Lives to be discarded for her own goals if it was necessary. She’s a devil. On her own part, Kyoko tried her best to help Homura forgive herself as well. Homura broke down when Kyoko told her she forgave her for one specific timeline that seemed to plague Homura’s nightmares. Homura still has breakdowns often. The memories of the pain and suffering she endured consumed her at times. The guilt of what she had done herself and the rejection that she deserved the right to be happy. Treating her friends and lover coldly so that they stay away from her. So that they didn’t get near a demon. It’s taken a lot of effort to make progress with Homura. Due to her and Kyoko suffering from quite a few of the same issues, they were doubly effective in helping each other. Knowing the best way to soothe and calm each other, even if Homura still doubts whether she even has the right to be with the girl. Together, they’ve been able to heal the wounds that plague them. Even if it takes an eternity, they’ll do it together.

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Thirst Gets Lore-Pilled (Part 2/?)

I decided to lock in and immerse myself in Ateez lore! Thank you to @loving-that-officey-feel for being my guide and curator (their quotes are in italics). With their permission, I'm posting some of our interactions as I go through the different eras.

(Part 1)

Today I began my journey into the Fever era, which I know contains a TON of lore and I am starting with the very important FEVER Part.1 'Diary Film' Official Video.

um...can I just say, THIS IS AMAZING!!! The production values, the sound design, the editing, the acting!!! This is an incredible video.

So the diary film shows us the backstories of our boys and what leads them to use the cromer (which Hala!Joong offers to Hongjoong). Each of them have personal tragedies that made them feel alienated and alone until they found each other and their special warehouse/clubhouse (before that too was taken away).

Yes, Fever 1 is basically all the backstory of how they met and why they found comfort/companionship/support as a team, when otherwise the world around them (or their personal issues) was Not Good.

It's clear that KQ took inspiration from their IRL backstories. It takes a lot of bravery to use your personal traumas for art. Seonghwa's storyline really stood out to me. In his memory, he watches a young woman dance alone outside a convenience store. This girl lacks the fear and shame that holds Seonghwa back from being his true self.

I find it very interesting the choice of gender used for the manifestation of Seonghwa's deepest desires. He does not want her, he wants to be her.

Seonghwa picks up what she dropped: a bracelet that tells him to BE FREE! 😭😭😭

Yeosang's story was also incredibly sad and moving, but I immediately noticed the imagery of the white bird in a cage. White birds are a recurring motif with Yeosang, such as in The Real mv, and also in his concert stage for It's You. Yeosang is the white bird being freed from his cage.

Finally, Mingi's story stabbed me in the gut. MY SAD BOY!! The way he shuts out the world and can't trust others, even after he's shown friendship and love from the other boys.

I commend them for their absolute BALLS for the fact that when they chose their little fictional pirate guy's issues... they just... more or less gave them their real-life traumas, just a couple fictional steps to the left: Hongjoong: abandonment issues, Seonghwa: rules and ristrictions and perfectionism and Cannots, Yeosang: parental disapproval like WOAH, San: connection and belonging, Mingi: depression/anxiety (and financial issues), Wooyoung: stage fright, Jongho: helplessness that comes with injury and the fear of losing a dream because of it.... Yunho's the only one I'm not sure where that fits in with his real life backstory. Since I'm pretty sure all his relatives are alive and well? But I could see Absurd Sense of Responsibility (+dash of Catholic guilt) and still roll with it

I wondered about Yunho! In his fictional backstory, he's dealing with the death of his brother. In real life, his brother is alive and well. I somewhat-jokingly speculated that KQ couldn't find any darkness in Yunho's backstory so they had to make something up...?

I absolutely must include @loving-that-officey-feel's response, because it made me want to fling myself from the roof: Yeah, I feel like Yunho didn't really have much trauma going in so they just had to make that one up. ......though, oddly, if you project a little bit. Like, when I first got into ATEEZ I watched a ton of random variety content as it popped up and it took me a reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally long time to get a read on Yunho as a guy. Because most the variety content I got recommended right at the beginning... was all filmed during Mingi's hiatus. And I don't know how to describe it, but Yunho is physically there and he's clearly trying hard... but it's like his personality was at like 30% of what it should've been so I just couldn't get a read on it. And then Mingi comes back and his personality dials right back up to 100% again because Mingi is back and he's going to be OK ....so two steps to the left of endlessly worrying yourself to pieces and wondering if you didn't Do Enough. Did You Fail Them??? about your best friend..... two steps to the left about a new fictional brother...... but that's entirely projection on my part

YUNGI!!! 😭 I'm going to be thinking about this for a long time!!!

By the end of the video, you start to see why they decided to take leap and travel into the unknown.

I have so much more left to explore with Fever: Part 1 but I wanted to post about this because I think it's a beautiful video and an absolute must-watch for any atiny who's interested in getting into the lore.

#ateez #song mingi #park seonghwa #jeong yunho #kim hongjoong #choi san #jung wooyoung #kang yeosang #choi jongho #thirst gets lore-pilled #ateez lore

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