#a repost cause i forgot to add tags the first time...

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All The Things You Did, Just So You Could Call Her Yours | Sydney Lohmann x Child!Reader

warnings: ~

word count: 1802

summary: you and Momma do something for your Mama Syd

a/n: part of Sydney's Little Liebe

You don’t really get to sit on your red blanket and watch your Tantes and mothers practice anymore.

There is kindergarten that you go to instead.

On the weekend practices though, you still do it. You get to bring your snacks and toys down to the training pitch, to watch all your favourite people.

Usually you, Momma and Mama Syd go home or out for dinner afterwards but today it is just you and Momma.

Mama has to stay back for an extra session with the physio to make sure she is able to keep being super careful and injury free.

You and Momma each give her a big kiss goodbye and you get to choose where you go for dinner.

‘Ice cream!’ You decide immediately.

Momma laughs, ‘Ice cream isn’t enough for dinner but we can get ice cream and waffles?’

You nod eagerly and tug excitedly on your Momma’s hand, to lead her to the car.

Your Momma is smiling as she lets you, even as she buckles you into your car seat.

It’s not a long drive to your favourite ice cream place and you are practically vibrating with anticipation as Momma helps you get out of the car.

‘Ice cream! Ice cream!’ You cheer, clapping your hands together.

The bell above the door tinkles when you push it open with your Momma’s help. It makes you giggle and you skip over to the counter to press your face up against the glass display.

You need to tiptoe to see properly but you manage.

There are so many different colours of ice cream and you always have to think real hard which flavour you want.

Tante Laura is always saying hazelnut is the best flavour but you don’t really like it.

Mama Syd gets chocolate all the time she often lets you steal a bite or two from hers but you are not really feeling it today.

Staring at the ice creams for another long moment, you eventually decide on the pretty yellow one.

‘Zitrone please.’ You tell your Momma.

Momma smiles at you before ordering, ‘One scoop of lemon with a waffle and then another scoop of strawberry with a waffle please.’

‘Uppies.’ You insist, stretching your hands upwards in hopes that she will pick you up.

Your Momma obliges you with a chuckle, lifting you up and settling you on her hip.

You have grown a lot in the last few years so you don’t get carried like this a lot anymore but you want to see them scoop your ice cream and make your waffle.

It looks so yummy and you simply cannot wait for it to be done.

Momma keeps letting you watch and when it’s done, she sets you back down so she can pay and collect it.

There are a lot of empty tables and you pick the nearest one.

Your Momma follows you, putting the food down and watching you carefully as you climb into your chair.

When you are safely sitting in it, Momma sits down too and helps you cut your waffle up.

You like waffles because they have little squares to put the ice cream in.

Mama says that you’re a funny one because you absolutely love sour things. Sometimes you eat lemon slices instead of just letting them flavour your water.

After filling the squares with ice cream, you put a piece in your mouth and chew on it.

‘Good Momma.’ You mumble, with your mouth full of food.

Your Momma laughs, taking a napkin and wiping some ice cream off your mouth.

She lets you eat, helping you from time to time until you are almost finished.

It is then that she asks you, ‘Little Liebe? Do you know what Mama’s last name is?’

You stare at her funny, like she thinks you are silly.

With a little bit of a know it all tone, you state, ‘It’s Lohmann. It starts with a big capital L. She wears it on the back of her jerseys.’

Momma chuckles, ‘Yes, you’re right. Good job Little Liebe.’

‘Well do you know what happens when people get married or adopted?’

You like knowing things and are proud when you answer, ‘They become a family!’

Your Momma laughs again, ‘Good job Little Liebe. That is very right. But do you want to know what else happens?’

Nodding eagerly, you wait rather impatiently for her to elaborate.

Very carefully, Momma continues, ‘It means that we can share the same last name. Now you don’t have to. You can keep the last name that you have got but I feel like I want to do something for your Mama and change my last name so that I can share it with her. It’ll sort of be my wedding present to her.’

You don’t even need a moment to think, ‘Want to share too. Mama Syd likes presents, I want to give her a present too.’

‘Are you very sure Little Liebe?’ Momma checks.

Using your fork to poke another piece of cut up waffle, you stuff it into your mouth and mumble around it, ‘Uh huh.’

The smile you show your Momma is all the assurance she needs.

******

Momma fills in the deed poll documents as soon as the both of you get home.

She has opted to hyphenate her last name with your Mama’s. It is a lot of spelling for you to do and while you can identify your letters now, you’re not able to spell your new last name on your own for a while.

The documents need to be sent to a lawyer so it is going to take some time and money but Momma thinks it is worth it.

Your Mama has been a part of your life since the very beginning and in the past few years, has played an even bigger role.

You don’t have a father, you have never had one. It is Mama Syd that had gone with you to your kindergarten’s father daughter dance, Mama that had let you sit in her lap as she put your big girl bed from Ikea together.

Mama was Tante Syd for a long time so initially you kind of mixed the two together and ended up with Mama Syd.

It makes your Momma and Mama smile so you stick with it.

Momma thinks it’s been a long time coming because she knows how much you mean to Mama Syd.

******

The approved deed polls come in right on time and you get to excitedly present the envelope they’re in to your Mama, the night of her wedding.

‘For you Mama Syd!’

Mama has not stopped smiling all day, just like your Momma.

You have smiled the entire day too and you continue to do so as Mama Syd takes the envelope from you.

‘What have you got there Little Liebe?’

‘A wedding present. Cause you got married to my Momma.’

Your explanation is accompanied by a happy dance and your Mama can’t help but giggle.

‘I did Little Liebe. Today’s been one of the best days of my life.’

‘Open it! Open it!’

Momma has come into the bedroom now, watching from the doorway with a soft smile on her face.

‘Open it my love.’ She adds gently.

That is something your Momma calls Mama Syd now and from the way Mama looks at her every time, you think it makes her very very happy.

Mama carefully opens the envelope and takes out the papers inside.

She unfolds it and you can see her eyes growing shinier the more she reads.

When she finishes reading, she looks up at Momma.

Her voice trembles as she breathes, ‘Thank you. Thank you so much.’

Then she turns to you, opening her arms, ‘Come here Little Liebe.’

You bounce over to her and she lifts you up onto her lap.

‘Mama hi.’

‘Hi baby.’

Mama Syd holds you close, tucking your head under her chin.

‘Not a baby Mama.’ You remind her.

Your Mama Syd laughs wetly.

‘I know but you’re always going to be my baby.’

Wrinkling your nose in distaste, you go limp in her arms and let her cuddle you.

She says funny things sometimes, just like your Momma.

‘Ich liebe dich. I love having you as my daughter. I love being your Mama.’ She promises you seriously.

You look up at her, softly answering, ‘Love you too Mama.’

Being in your Mama’s arms is warm and safe. She smells so comfy and you have had a long day so it’s really no surprise that your eyes begin to slip shut.

Mama Syd has loved you from the very second your Momma told her about you, adored you from the first moment she met you.

Now that she has adopted you and you share a last name, it makes her feel like you’re really hers. You have always been considered family but now you are genuinely family. You are her child.

She thinks about the day she first met you and how much things have changed since. You’ve grown a lot and Mama knows that she won’t be able to cradle you like this for much longer.

Your Mama soaks in the short time she has left, holding you close until you completely fall asleep in her embrace.

Her fingers trace over your cheek delicately before she carefully shifts to lay you in the middle of the big bed.

Mama Syd takes the bolsters and puts them on either side of you in case you roll over in your sleep.

‘Sweet dreams meine Little Liebe.’ She whispers, gently pressing a goodnight kiss onto your forehead.

It is only then that she crosses the room, pulling your Momma into a deep kiss.

‘I love you. So much. I can’t believe you did this for me, now I’ll have to change my last name to match.’

Momma shrugs simply, ‘You deserve it because you complete our family. I love you too.’

They are a simple four words but Mama treasures them every single time.

She went a long time thinking she would never hear them from your Momma’s mouth and sometimes she thinks it is still unreal that Momma loves her back.

She smiles at your Mama.

‘I dreamt of my wedding night a lot as I was growing up and this never once crossed my mind.’

Her gaze drifts to your sleeping form and you let out a loud snore. Mama giggles and her smile grows infinitely softer, ‘This is a million times better though.’

Your Momma’s voice is incredibly affectionate, ‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’ Mama murmurs.

She tears up a bit, taking your Momma’s hand in hers and asking, ‘Wanna go cuddle with our daughter now?’

Momma doesn’t even have to think twice.

‘There is nothing I would like more.’

German Translations:

tante - aunty

meine Little Liebe - my Little Love

zitrone - lemon

ich liebe dich - i love you

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I don’t remember where I saw this, so credits to whoever pointed it out first. But during the breakfast scene, the day after Antonio’s ceremony, Luisa brings everyone’s juice glasses for them, except Julieta. Julieta brings her own glass to the table because her daughter is carrying too much already and that’s her way of helping ease Luisa’s burden and that’s honestly the sweetest mom thing ever 🥺

154 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

#4

(I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS POST OF MINE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED A LONG LONG TIME AGO BUT I LEFT THIS IN THE DRAFT CAUSE I WAS A BIT MORE FOCUSED ON MY EDITS BUT I DON’T WANNA DELETE THIS DRAFT SO I’LL JUST LEAVE THIS HERE!!! ALSO I WAS WAITING TO ADD MORE STUFF HAD I FOUND ANY BUT NOW THAT IT’S BEEN A MONTH SINCE THE HD RELEASE PRETTY MUCH EVERYONE KNOWS THE DETAILS AND STUFF SO YEAH I’LL JUST LEAVE THIS HERE 😩)

DAMN!!!! I’m making Encanto edits for my main blog (which are BLOWING UP btw, so thank you guys so so much 🥺❤️) and damn, I may have noticed a thing or two 😌

Also, please do not repost the below edits as yours. They are from my main blog @pxresoxl :)

We’re starting off with, like mother like daughter (Coz HOLY SHEESH this is so adorable I can’t 😫)

Baby Julieta with curly hair till her shoulder wearing a cute bow

You guys see that?

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#2

Ya’ll aren’t appreciating Señora Guzmán enough. She was just a genuinely kind woman who was extremely proud of her son. And, her son is a genuinely sweet, loving, caring guy with good morals? And it would make a lot of sense that she raised him that way? Idk man, they were (accidentally) humiliated by the Madrigals and they still came with the town folk to help them the Madrigals with their house as an act of gratitude for their years of service. Without any ill wishes. They’re good people. Hype them, ya’ll.

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My #1 post of 2022

Has nobody done this yet? I haven’t found one of these so I’m taking the liberty to do this…

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Lavellan/Solas (Dragon Age) Characters: Female Lavellan (Dragon Age), Solas (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Ice Skating, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, I'm serious this is very self-indlugent fluff, no plot just cuddles, Solas is a Good Boyfriend TM, he suffers for love :') Summary:

“I don’t mind teaching you.” Lyanna was surprised that he hesitated so, that the thought had even occurred to him in the first place. “And the whole point of this today was to spend some time together.”

“And we are spending it together,” Solas shot back with a smooth blink, giving her a subtle— but cheeky!— once-over. “I’d be more than happy to stay on the sidelines and appreciate your… form.”

Lyanna crossed her arms and tried her best to look stern, though her traitorous mouth was twitching up tellingly. “That doesn’t count and you know it.”

—

Lavellan wants to go ice skating as a couple. Solas tries out a new experience.

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Forgot (might change the name)

18+just incase (maybe ill make this a challange if anyone wants to add any sweet fluff to fix the angst in story Don't print or repost anywhere. But reblogs and comments are welcome :)

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Forgot

Because friends seriously forget.

You wanted him to remember more than anything. friends forgot, which you tell yourself is merely from accidentally putting the wrong date in Facebook some family forgot but HE forgot and that hurt more than anything.

You got used to people letting you down... well other people. Even though every year you got your hopes up only a little so every year you'd hope a little less . But the fact that HE forgot made it hard for your heart to stay together that day...to-day....

You braced yourself for others not him but in in your mind you felt like in the back of your mind you knew. Sure it was the first year you'd known each other so maybe it would be diffrent with him? But why would you get your hopes up? Because it was him and you were falling ( if its cap then this worse than loki after dr strange found him) faster then free falling faster than jumoing off a doc fastdr then a door opening in space or flying. You were falling.

Together though? Who are you kidding. Hes qway alt its probably casual dsting at best. And with fall holidays people did have a valid excuse to not even get a card. But the few gifts you had gotten over the years were prcuious.. even if those friendships fell apart they did care at one point.

You could remind him but then I'd just be fake.

You knew it would be silly to get your hopes up. But you did and you don't know why you allowed yourself to get hurt every time. You dont even know why you expected him to be diffrent. But you did and you weren't sure what hurt the most....geting your hopes up and being let down or him.... him forgetting.

Him causing tears gou have right now.

But why would he remember.....

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Namjoon (The one with forbidden tiny)

Read at your own risk, pleaZe! This is an 'imagine' use your imaginations. Don't get offended if I didn't perceived your perception because again that's your perception. Happy humping reading! 🥵 Reposting this bc i forgot to add tags, if you read it then... no you did NOT

Word count: fuck, i forgot 2 to 3k?? probably

Genre: College AU, dash of angst, pinch of fluff and a spoonful of smut

Title: The one with forbidden tiny.

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"Y/N!" Everyone got up on their feet when they saw you walking in the front door with luggage in hand. You decided to go straight to your friends dorm when you reached the university. Seven tall men crowd you, 4 of them you knew your whole life, while 3 is new to your eyes. You're incredibly tiny compare to these towers of men, having to look up to them as you greet everyone. "Come in, come in!" Taehyung your cousin took your bag and set it behind the sofa.

"Y/N, this is our friends Namjoon, Jimin and Jin." You smiled and shakes their hands, hugs here and there, "Guys, this is Y/N. My cousin and our childhood friend who happens to stop growing after 5th grade." With a fake smile on your face you punch Taehyung in the gut causing him to fold like flip phone.

"Nice to meet you guys! I was really excited to see you, actually I have 3 more days 'til I get my own dorm." The classes won't start in 5 days, you asked—begged, your mom to stay with Taehyung and his friends because there's really not much to do at home. "I'll stay with you guys, if that's okay. Taehyung can take the couch."

They chuckled and commented that they are happy to take you and cater for you. The 3 new guys are amaze by how small you are, being 4'9" isn't really something you like about yourself, having to dream about long legs ever since elementary, but they make it seem that it's your greatest quality. Taehyung settled your things in his room while trying to hide some of the clutter in his closet, "You still live like a pig, Taehyungie!" You didn't hide the grimace in your face as you made your way to his bed. "Just be thankful that I changed my sheet earlier!" You weren't sure if that should comfort you or spray Lysol all over his room until soaked. He scan the room for anymore things he should hide, "There, do you need anything?" You shake your head, "I'm good." The bed made a creaking noise as you sat down. "By the way, that Namjoon guy-" "Don't even think about it Y/N!" He took a step closer in his warning voice, but it didn't faze you. You might be tiny, but you can take Taehyung anytime. "I swear to God I will call Auntie right now to tell on you!" With the back of your right hand you smack his shoulders, "Will you chill? Christ! I was just going to ask what's his deal, he won't shut up about how small I am." Taehyung thin his eyes, trying to convince himself that you won't do something stupid, but it was hard for him because you're the epitome of stupidity. "Yeah, I noticed that as well. It's like you're the smallest person he ever saw in his life." "He's hot though-" "Y/N, I swear to God!" You chuckled and realize how much you miss teasing Taehyung and his protectiveness. "Just don't mind him. By the way, we have a party to attend to later, do you want to come?" Your first college party, "Yeah, of course. I'll change first, meet you downstairs?" He nodded then proceed to shut the door. Taehyung went straight to Namjoon, Jimin and Jin who all conveniently sitting in one sofa. "Y/N is off limits." Three men look at him in confusion, "Specially to you Namjoon-hyung!" "What did I do?" "You're so cute and tiny. I could just eat you up!" Namjoon was not impressed by how Taehyung mocked his low voice. "I am watching you."

--time jump--

Yoongi's car pulled up in front of another dorm, Hoseok, Jimin and you slide out, music was blaring so loud that you could hear from 2 blocks down. It looks like really fun, there are some people outside the house with drinks and smokes in their hands. Jin's car also pulled up, Taehyung immediately run towards you, "Oh, thank God! I thought you're already drunk!" You raised your eyebrow on him, "We've only been here for literally 5 seconds." "Dude, chill. Let her have fun this is her first party." You're savior Hoseok put his arms around Tae and drag him inside the party. Hoseok look back at you and wink, you blow him a kiss as a thank you. "Don't worry, we'll distract him with someone. You have fun and tell us if anyone bothers you!" Jungkook nudge you before running after them. Yoongi place an arm over your shoulders, "If you're going to do something stupid, keep it on the low, aight? This is your first college party." "You guys starting to scare us, is she really that wild at parties?" Jin butted in looking down at you, "She looks really innocent to me." Yoongi laughed that made you elbow his side, "I'm not wild nor stupid." You smiled and look up to him through your lashes boosting your innocence. You mentally promised yourself that you wouldn't do something stupid or something to disappoint Taehyung. "I was actually counting on you being one, let's go inside I need a drink." Jimin hooks his arms around yours to drag you away from Yoongi to enter the frat house. Namjoon and Jin was about to follow you two, but Yoongi grab Namjoon's arms, leaving both of the behind. "Don't even think about it, Joon." "What?" He stopped his tracks. Namjoom knows what Yoongi's all about, but it's not like he was going to act on it... he'll wait for you to act on it. "Don't play stupid. Taehyung's really protective of her, we all are, but he's different. He kinda promised his brother." Yoongi gave him an intense eye contact, Namjoon sigh in defeat. "Don't break up the band Yoko." He gave him one last pat before walking inside the party. You were already 2 cups down on beer, 1 tequila shots, 4 jello-shot, 1 edible and it's only been 30 minutes. Jimin keeps refilling your cup and introducing you to his friends who happens to offer whatever alcohol or stuff in hand. "Let's play beer pong, do you know how?" As soon as beer pong left Jimin's lips your body froze. "I.. uh... I can't." You pull yourself away, but he quickly snatch your arms dragging you to the table. "Jimin, I can't- if Tae saw me-" "Oh, sush! He's probably making out with someone right now." He handed you the ball, "Namjoon-hyung! You're playing?!" You look up to see a Namjoon and a girl beside him, "Y-yeah!" His eyes landed on you and then back to Jimin. Somehow  your promises to yourself about not doing something stupid became blurry in your head. Namjoon cute smile with dimples erases the oath, "I'll let you guys go first!" He shouted over loud music. "Yes, you go first and we'll beat your ass up!" The girl beside him slur. They seem to be close or is she his girl? I don't think so you thought. He doesn't seem to care about her like a girlfriend, but he's trying to steady her. A few shots passed, it's only been down between 2 cups each. Jimin admitted that his vision is getting blurry from drinking so he lay down for a bit and Namjoon's partner were already passed out about an hour ago. You yourself are a little tipsy, but you still can steady your toss. "Yeah! Drink up, darling." You mock as Namjoon took the liquid, he exhaled after grimacing. He made his toss in your cup too, "You might want to drink up as well, baby." The pet-name he's been calling you all night is making you to want him more, you groan as the liquid made a hot stream of line down your throat. "Okay, let's go Y/N don't fail me now!" You jump up and down to build up courage then tossing the ball. The crowd 'oohed' when the ball hit the cup's rim then falling off. Fuck! "Ooh, you did know that if I made this shot you have to drink both, right?" Namjoon's now is cocky, tounging his cheeks

and smirking at you. You know that it's the alcohol thinking, but damn he's really hot as fuck. How can a man in a simple white shirt and sweat short looks this hot? The silver hair really didn't help your case, specially his bulge that's been prominent all night. No wonder why all the girls is on your side of the table because this view is just immaculate. "If you made it-" His fans beside him cheered as the ball made a splash in the cup. He took the small shot in his hand and slow stride to you, he lean against the table that somehow made him level with you... almost "Wow, you're really gonna make a girl take two shots-" He put the glass in his lips and pull his head back, "Nice game-" "Y/N!" Taehyung's voice booms, "Did you play? You're drunk already are you?! We need to get you home!" he place his hand on your shoulder and level himself. With both of your hands you remove his grip, "Will you chill? Let me enjoy myself for tonight and I am not drunk." yet... you think? "Taehyung, there you are! C'mon, Jessa- Jaila- Jessica- fuck what is her name again? Whatever, she's looking for you!" Jungkook quickly pulled him away before turning to you. "Sorry, he slipped." You thanked him once again before turning to Namjoon, "I need another drink. Do you want to come?" He nodded and walked behind you, his hands were carefully placed on your shoulders guiding you to the sea of people. His hands were warm and enormous for your shoulder. He was greeted by his friends and some girls— who gave you stinky eye for being with him, but you didn't care. Both of you stopped in the kitchen isle, "What's your poison?" You asked while mixing your own drink. "Jack and coke. 70/30" Namjoon eyed you as you mix his drink. You pour it carefully not to spill, it'll just show him how tipsy you are right now. "Thanks. Do you want to go outside, I have some friends there." Like a puppy you followed Namjoon, but your hands and his are intertwine, you just noticed it when he gave it a squeezed. You reached the backyard and there's a few people who's minding their own business. Making out, smoking on a bong,  or just playing their own music.. basically just kids having fun. "Joon! What's up, man?" One of the lawn chair guys stood up for him, it kinda made you sad that he lets go of your hand to hug the dude, so you just took a sip on your drink.  "Is that your girl?" Namjoon turn to you and place his hand on your back, "Ah, this is Y/N. Taehyung's cousin... and a friend" You smiled brightly, "Hi! Nice to meet you!" He offered his hands, which you took gladly, but they were cold from holding his cup, "I'm Jackson, by the way. Namjoon is terrible at introduction." He earned a glare from Namjoon who made himself comfortable on a lawn chair. "He is, isn't he?" You shake your head jokingly. Jackson went back to his chair as well and realized that you don't have one. Both men offered their chair, but you refuses. "Oh, no please. I'll sit here." You're tiny body fits perfectly in Namjoon's lap, you were sitting sideways, legs dangling on the armrest of the lawn chair, "You don't mind do you?" His wide eyes and stutter in his exhale made it too obvious, "N-no. It's fine." Jackson had a smirk on his lips turns into chuckles, "I like you, you're evil." his reaction were quickly brushed away when someone greeted him. Now that you are closer to Namjoon, you could smell his cologne with the mixture of alcohol from his breath. His left arms supporting your back while the other is on top of your knees with a drink in hand. "I'm not evil," You look Namjoon through your lashes and quickly switch to your bedroom eyes and whispered,  "I'm a good girl." Namjoon's eyes widen, "I don't think you are." his adam's apple went up then down. His eyes soften when you pouted, acting like a brat is your specialty, it's part of your personality in and out the room. "What are you doing?" His breathy whisper betrayed him while trying to compose himself. You shook your head and reposition yourself in his lap, the side of your hips touching his shaft. Gasping a

little and looking at Namjoon making him red. Because his cover is blown, he was hard. The moment you sat on his lap and feeling the softness of your ass made him hard then you whispering that you're a good girl sends him over the edge, almost. "I need to refill my drink-" You teased. "Don't you fucking dare stand up." His whole look changed, hooded eyes and clench jaw made you shudder, but you hide your fear– lust, in a cheeky smile. "Jackson, could you refill Y/N drink as well?" The man nodded as he pour you a beer from the tap next to him then returning to his own conversation with another friend. "I could actually do it myself you know."  You lean back, almost lying across him. He tongue his cheeks, "He was right you are evil." Namjoon smirked as he get close to your ears, "Don't fucking toy with me, I can take you anywhere in his house. I will make you scream like a good girl you are." Licking the shell of your ear gave you goosebumps. Trying your best not to get fazed by his threat– promise. "Highly doubt, but I'd like to see you try." You took a big gulp from your cup while watching Namjoon's reaction. You felt him twitch. Rolling your hips a little to tease him more, but he grab your hips, but using his left arm to stop you. "I think I can make you cum in here, I really like to see you fall apart, Kim Namjoon." His jaw clenches harder, thinking how right you are. He doesn't really like being teased, but one good roll of your hips and a kiss is his weakness as of the moment. He doesn't know what is happening to him right now, he was so attracted to you, your presence alone made him horny. He's already practicing his apology, in his head, to Taehyung because it's impossible to keep his hands to himself, specially if you're provoking every inch of his body. Namjoon placed his hands on your nape and push his lips on yours, he couldn't help himself. He wasn't sure if it's your teasing and cockiness or the fact that both of you are just drunk, but this is the first time he broke a promise to a bro. Usually, he can control himself, but his libido is all over the place. You can taste the alcohol from his lips, he groan as you slid your hands and play with his nipple through his shirts. "Y/N! Y/N! Taehyung's coming, he's looking for you!" You pulled away as Jimin taps you aggressively, "I know you like to play tongue tango, but he's drunk and furious." You stand up and Namjoon followed to hide behind you, his bulge rather With annoyed and knitted brow you huffed on Jimin, "What's that got to do with me?" "He wants to go home and said you're coming with him." He shrug and turn around to see Taehyung stomping with Jungkook running behind him. "Speaking of the-" "We're going home." He said sternly. "No-" "Yeah, we should. You're guys are drunk, let's find Jin." Namjoon squeeze your shoulders accepting defeat. As soon as Taehyung hit the couch he passed out, Namjoon had to carry Jin to his bedroom and Jimin drove back to the party to "get fucked up". The others were MIA and Namjoon assured you that they're going to be fine. He was huffing while running back down, "God, Jin-hyung's a handful when he's drunk." Using his arms he wipes the sweat on his forehead. "I'd rather have a handful cousin, than this-" You flick Taehyung's forehead that made him groan and turn over, "party pooper!" Namjoon let out a chuckle, "So, I guess good night?" "Yeah, I... guess?" You made eye contact with him and bit your lip.  You grab his shoulder to pull him down, but that wasn't enough you had to tip toe just to give him a kiss on his cheek. "Good night, Namjoon." He was stunned, you let go of his shoulder, but he quickly grabs your wrist. "What?" "I.. uh.." The tension thickens, "Ah, fuck it!" Namjoon place his hand on your neck and lean down to kiss you. His lips were eager as his tongue, placing both of his hands on your waist. You already knew what he wanted, without breaking the kiss you jump as he pull you up, wrapping your legs around his torso. His hands were quick to find your ass and gave it a smack while walking to

his room just across the living room where Taehyung's sleeping soundly. He let go of you in his bed, the spring made noise as you bounce up and down. The room was dim, the lamp shade in his desks that faces the wall sets the mood better. Namjoon grab the back of his shirt and pull it off, your breath loses it's steady when you saw his body. You don't know if he's flexing right now, but his tits and abs are well sculpted, you swallowed hard before you drool all over his bed. "Loving what you see?" He was smirking at you. "Very much so."  You bit your lip and grab the band of his sweat short to pull him closer. Your lips found each other again, as hungry as before. He remove your crop top, breaking the kiss, but connecting again. He hum and smiled when he realized that you're not wearing a bra. Huge hand palm your boob, he pulled away to suck on your hard nipples, flicking his tongue over and over. You held your moan, keeping in mind that you're not alone in the house, he let go with a pop, "You can be as loud as you can, every room is sound proof." Namjoon pull down your shorts together with your panties, he didn't waste anytime after pulling you in the edge of the bed. His height kneeling were perfect access to you wet pussy. "You're dripping, baby." Using his thumb to smear your own juices all over before giving a soft lick. "Fuck." Your head fall right back on the bed.  He flicks on your nub using his tongue, what makes arched your back is when he push two digits inside you then spreading, curling– his fingers brush the side of the spongey button inside you, getting you close to the edge. "Nam-Namjoon!" You called, he stop his mouth, but kept his digits inside. "Do you want to cum? For me?"  He keeps on penetrating, just keeping you on the edge. Your high waiting, almost slipping away from you. "Are you going to be a good girl?" You nodded, "Yes, I will. Please!" "Please, who?" "Please, Namjoon! I want to come! Make me come!" You cried, "I want to come for you!" He went back to lick your sensitive bud and his fingers stroked even faster, you don't know how's he doing it but his finger and tongue are in sync. Your orgasm flashes— hard, to the point you're closing your legs, but he uses one of his arm to keep you open for him, "Nam-namjoon, fu-fuck fuck!" He let go of you clit, but he continues to massage your walls making you scream his name. "Let it all go, baby." His voice is low and determine, a spritz made him stop, pulling out his digits and standing up to have a better look as liquid gushes from your core. "That's a fucking good girl." He matured while watching you quiver from waves of pleasure, you didn't notice how he took his fingers on his mouth for a taste. Smiling to himself on how sweet and tangy you tasted. Namjoon took a condom out from his drawers, before pulling down his sweat shorts together with his boxers down to his ankles. "Are you good baby?" He josh, as you come down from your high, embarrassed on what he just made you do, but at the same time you're thankful. "I've never done that before, that was so good." You pant. Shooting your head up again and found him stroking himself while staring at you. "You-" "You look hot, damn." He beat you to it, you move back to get to the center of the bed and he crawl forward to you. "Now you make me feel good." Namjoon lay on his back and handed you the packet of condom. Giving his cock a good look, before opening the plastic. He's big, you are pretty sure that his shaft will reach your stomach and fill you up, prominent veins that runs all over and the pink tip made you giddy and dripping for him, literally. He help you roll the condom while you pinch the tip. Straddling him and position his shaft in your entrance, he gave you control of the pace, but still afraid of his size. The wetness that pools in your center helps, he did prep you good for him. He's grunting and rubbing your thigh as you slowly push yourself down on him, your soft walls stretching. It took a little while for you to reach all of him, you place your hand on his chest for

balance while looking for a comfortable position. You could feel him touch your cervix, it's painful at the same time pleasure consuming you. Knowing he can feel it too as he calls your name and moans getting louder, you touch his face to make him look at you. You started moving, spelling 'coconut' and your name in cursive using your hips. A little trick that you read when you were in high school that now comes in handy. Now it's part of your routine when you're on top, apparently it works on Namjoon too much as he grab your waist and guide you. "Holy fuck, Y/N!" Namjoon thrust his hips meeting you as you bounce up and down his cock, your bounce no matter how high you never meet the tip, he is that big. Feeling the familiar knot in your stomach, you lay on top of him to give him the control "I'm coming, Namjoon!" Your walls clenches that made him grunt. "Hold it in, baby." He suck on the lobe of your ear and hugged your waist to keep your hips down, "I want to feel you as I come." You whimper in his order, trying your best to hold it in. Denying your orgasm isn't really your kink, but you'll do anything for him if he uses that low and throaty voice on you. "Fuck, fuck. I'm almost there." Whimpers from your lips filled his ears the reason he's grunting while sucking your shoulders. He's getting riled up that you're in distress trying to obey him, maybe he has a daddy kink? you thought in the midst of what's happening in your head and center. Wondering didn't last long though as you gush on his cock, mind went blank, eyes rolling at the back of your head as he continues to fuck you. The extreme wave of orgasm made you shake and cry for his name as he try to soothe you with low sound of moaning, your hips keeps moving as you try to prolong your high. Namjoon steady your hips, "That's enough, baby. You'll kill me." Sweats forming in his forehead, he must have came. As your mind gets to work again, you could now feel how warm he made your inside. "You're yummy." Giggling then giving him a peck before slowly pulling out to lay next to him. His throbbing cock still hard and twitching from his own orgasm. "You're tiny and a good girl" He pant, removing the condom from his shaft. Skillfully tying and covering with a tissue before tossing in the trash. "Do you want to go or do you want to stay?" He asked without looking at you. You squinted your eyes, "Are you kicking me out?" "What-" Panic painted his face, "Oh God, no! No- I mean Taehyung might see you walking out from here and I don't want you to get in trouble."  His answer soften you, spreading the covers as he lay next to you placing his buff arm under your head. Whiffing his cologne and deodorant made you pull yourself closer. "He's a heavy sleeper, I'll sneak out later." Closing your eyes and inhale all of him. --- bonus: MORNING AFTER The bright light coming from the window made you sat up. Shit. You tap Namjoon's chest, "We fell asleep!" You grunted looking at the clock that read 6:18am. Praying to God that Taehyung is still passed out. Namjoon rub his eyes and yawn, he's much calmer than you are as you frantically looking for your things and wearing what you can find. "He's probably still asleep, he' pretty fucked up last light." His word came out as grunt as he stretches. Now that you're wearing your top and shorts, rushing to the door and slowly opening it. Taehyung wasn't on the couch anymore, you figure he probably in his room or– on leaning on the fucking wall with eyebrows knitted, like he's been waiting for you all night. "Hey, couz!" You smiled and tried to hug him, but he used his palm to your face to stop you. "Don't fucking, 'hey couz' me." Taehyung was so furious he didn't even tried to mock your voice. Removing his hand on your face you explained yourself, "It's not what it looks like. We just passed out, nothing happened! Really-" "Y/N, you left your pant- Oh" Namjoon quickly shove your undies in his back pocket. "Hey, Tae! Good morning, dude!" Taehyung tongue his cheeks with cold glare for both you. Swallowing hard knowing that

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[yumeyooa]

revenge is brutally sweet (teaser)

—jeon jugkook’s life so far has been going well. he’s the guitarist of the most famous band in the scene, he’s got the girl of his dreams, and everything he’s ever wished for is in the palm of his hands. what he doesn’t expect though, is to wake up one day in the middle of a controversy. what the controversy is, you may ask? a new band has been hitting the charts, and their lead singer is none other than you, a former member of the band and his ex-girlfriend. 

➢  pairing: jeon jungkook x female! reader

➢ genre: angst | fluff | band au | slight highschool au | post breakup au | exes au | r 15 | guitarist! jungkook | vocalist! reader 

➢ word count: 0.4k+ (est. 10k for the actual)

➢  warning: profanity, other than that nothing much

➢ estimated release date: july 31, 11:30 PM (PHT)

➢ love letter: yay the first installment of hearbreak ain’t sweet is finally here!! this fic is heavily inspired by good 4 u and brutal so you know it’s going to be spoicy. i hope you all enjoy this teaser and let me know what you think about it!

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Jungkook’s phone rings from where it is laid on his bedside table, the alarm blaring loudly, causing a shift in the once serene atmosphere of his apartment. Jungkook pays it no mind at first, choosing to finish drying his hair before finally picking up the phone, voice groggy and slightly annoyed from having his peaceful morning interrupted.

“Who is it?” He hastily asks, not meaning to sound as harsh. But could he really be blamed when it was 7 AM in the morning, and he wasn’t expected to show up to any scheduled event until noon?

“Jungkook!” An exasperated voice exclaims from the other side of his phone. It was Namjoon, his manager, Jungkook, quickly concludes. Although it was rare for him to call so early in the morning, especially in such a panicked state. Perhaps he forgot to inform him of a schedule? Although that was annoying, Jungkook wouldn’t really mind. After all, work made money. But if that were the case, then it would have been odd for Namjoon to be so panicked about it. The man was known for being relatively level-headed even in times of extreme stress, so perhaps it was something else entirely. 

“Did you read the news?” Namjoon quickly adds before Jungkook could ask what was wrong. At his question, Jungkook’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, quickly sitting down on the side of his bed and grabbing his iPad from the same bedside desk, unplugging the charger along the way. 

“No,” he says as he types up the password into the Home Screen, laying his phone in between the juncture of his shoulder and ear. “Is there something I should be concerned about? I mean, it’s not like I got into a scandal or anything, right?”

Wrong.

Well, partly.

The moment Jungkook opens his Twitter, he’s surprised to see more notifications than usual. Of course, as a celebrity, it was a given for him to have a gross amount of notifications. He did have a large fan base, after all. But the numbers on his screen far exceeded that of what he was used to, and amongst those notifications tagging his account, one article stood out amongst the rest, and the headline made his blood run cold.

“What the fuck?” He whispers, staring at the article in shock as if he couldn’t believe his eyes. “Am I seeing this right, Namjoon?”

The man on the other side of the phone is silent for a while before Jungkook hears a sigh. “Unfortunately, yes,” Namjoon says, and Jungkook can almost imagine the way he’s probably rubbing his temples together while sipping his cup of black coffee in his office out of stress and frustration

“(Y/N) is back,” he says, causing shivers to run down Jungkook’s spine. “And apparently Jungkook, she wrote a song about you.”

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[sakura-haruka]

Mike aka captainpoe is talking shit about me so let me get things straight.

He’s gonna do screenshots of what will makes him look like the victim, like he always does so you will have to believe me on my words (since I coun’t found our conversations by pm) but most people who know me or I've been following me for a long time know that I usually stay out of the drama. Big thanks to my friends for telling me what he was doing behind my back like the adult he is.

3 years ago Mike started following me, I was back then a small blog and I thought “wow a big blog is following me!”

He started to talk me and really fast told me to send him my edits by messages and I did! he also reblogged me on his mcu blog (and his sw blog too... I think).

I was really stressed with a big exam around July and I became obsess with EVERYTHING, I was a true pain in the ass to everyone. I’m not gonna lie. So yeah I also became obsess with my Tumblr notes, I did gifs to relax but it was not working very well back then. my behavior was childish and I apologized to him after! 

(He accused me of wanting to be reblogged on his sideblogs, it’s true, but it’s natural to me to reblog everything that people send me or tag me in on my sideblogs, I sincerely don’t understand people problem with reblogging on sideblogs things ).

When he got harassed on here, more like called out (it was actually around the same time I was a dick)  he asked me to take his defense and to reblog a post he made, he was basically whining about how he was the victim and never harassed anyone, he sent me messaged telling me that he was a married man in florida and never did anything against the once upon a time fandom, wasn’t homophobic and meh meh meh... Back then I believed him because he was the nice guy who was helping me getting notes in the MCU fandom. He used me, after talking to other members I realized that I wasn’t alone. 

I WANT TO APOLOGIES TO THE POEPLE I DIDN’T BELIEVED BACK THEN. I KNOW WHO HE IS NOW. 

He started being aggressive but nothing worriedly when TLJ came around, it was a real little thing but I wasn't shipping Rey x poe and I felt like it was problem for him that I wasn’t shipping them. I didn't thought too much about it but still, it left a bad taste in my mouth, I wasn’t talking a lot to him after that.

When I had problems and got hate on my blog he didn't do shit to help me. 

I was still sending me my edits because... Notes. I can’t lie about that, like every  creators here I want my edits to get notes. 

I think we haven’t talked for a verrrry long time, I was sending my edits that’s it. 

Last year he asked me to join my GOT blog, after all the reblog he did for me I thought It would be really bitchy to me to not add him as a member. But I also noted that it was funny how he joined both the B99 and the GOT fandom once he realized that it was very popular. 

He did edits on the blog so no problem at all, until s8 ended. I’m like everybody, I hated that season but when someone join my sideblogs, especially my got one, I am very clear about the no hate rule (I had problems with that on this blog before). But he thought that since he was popular he could do what he wanted, I deleted the two first he reblogged, one of them was calling people to harass D&D and I hate what they did but as someone who has been victim of bullying at school and still suffer from that I was disgusted by what he posted but I haven’t told him anything since he’s really popular and I didn’t want to create any drama... I have a life so I  finally forgot about it. 

My laptop broke and gosh, I really understood who he was at that moment! I sent a messages to all the members of my sideblogs asking them to keep the blogs active while I can’t, normal stuff for an admin. I had my tablet with no photoshop... spidey got “fired” and like a lot of other people I thought about that scene in iw where Tony told him “you’re an avenger now”, lucky me I have already made that gifset before so I took my tablet and just reposted my own gifset, it took me so long because I had to convert it back to gif format because of Tumblr... Anyway, later he sent me a message accusing me of having copied him and I haven’t seen his gifset so told him exactly that. He then accused me of doing that ALL THE TIME with endgame and I told him “listen bro we’re both using the same 30 seconds YouTube clips that marvel gave us”, like 20 other people (they were not a lot of people because that channel was weirdly unknown), it’s true that I was doing them after him but it’s just because I have a life and cannot always do gif, I make them when I have time. He also basically told me that I must be rich for having replaced my laptop that fast, I haven’t, I was using my tablet but even if I did replace my laptop, mêle toi de ton cul ( I have no English expression coming to me ).

I really understood who he was then. 

He totally stopped making edits for my got blog, because it stopped trending so it wasn’t interesting him anymore. 

a few months past and I think the only thing he told me is that he was scared of clowns... Literally. 

And then the BIG ONE, I know he was a douche but omg. Mike asked me to reblog ALL his posts on a sideblog I'm only a member of. He told me that the admin have blocked him because she was shipping reylo and well reylos hate him because he’s posting shit on them , they were a huge misunderstanding then (because i’m French and I may not have explained myself right) , I told him that I wouldn’t reblog him if the admin didn’t want to see his posts on the blog, he was blocked! and I was, at the same time, talking to another member of this blog who is a close friend of the admin and she agreed with me. he was very insisting and I told him that the admin was checking what we add to the queue and would certainly delete his posts, it was the big misunderstanding that could have hurt the admin of the blog, I just meant I know she checks what’s happening because she told me when I don’t tag a post with the right tags, it’s just what a good admin (unlike myself) does. I also told him that it was a new blog with “only” 14k followers, he must have something like 50K followers sooooo, and that his edits were getting 100K notes, more than anybody here. He became... I have no words to describe that. He told me that it was a dictatorship if I couldn’t reblog what I wanted, and that I should leave the blog, I stopped answering pretty fast after that. 

 In our last conversation I was vulgar. (it’s in the post he sent to my friends), he really need to get over it, I’m French and from Normandie : I am vulgar! wtf. It’s also the last thing he ever posted on my game of thrones blog. It was a Sunday either two days after after the last star wars movie came out or ten days ( I don’t remember if he waited a week or not) but he reblogged a text post from his blog sending hate toward the writers of both got and sw and spoiled the entire Star Wars movie on my game of thrones blog, which was “the drop of water that caused the vase to bleed” like annoy me all you want but when people goes on my got blog they don’t want to be spoiled, it was so rude and mean and that post had nothing to do there and it was at least the third time so I told him to “fucking stop” and since mr thinks he is the king he went all “you can’t talk to me like that” “I'm an adult” meh meh meh. I told him to never go in France ‘cause he wouldn't like us. And it was the last time we spoke.  Nothing to do directly with me but I would never do what he does to get notes, that man he’s ready to use any big events such as pride or women’s day to get notes. I do make edits for those events too but I'm actually a bisexual woman and not an heterosexual man and I really don’t think he’s doing those edits to show his support to those movements but just to get notes, this year he did the same thing with blm movement I thought it was disrespectful at best, he even made the famous “I we burn you burn with us” gifset  from the movie and no, just stop dude.  Making that gifset of Naya before she was even found was awful, a lot of people are doing gifs to feel better about things but I don’t think it would have came to anybody else mind to have it ready in their draft. It actually make me think of myself because after they died I made a gifset of Carrie Fisher and Stan Lee  and in my head  it was a tribute but now that I think back about it I wouldn’t make gifset when people dies anymore, I said it once again but in my head it was a tribute to those wonderful people life and work.  I did to feel people and myself a little better in those situations but it didn’t makes me feel better. I thought about it even more, especially for Carrie, because I couldn’t stop thinking about Billie and losing my mom is the worst thing that could happen to me. You can say that, at the end, Mike makes me realize something. 

He has been calling out for his behavior but instead of facing it like an adult he just want to take people down instead of him, I'm one of them and I certainly won’t be the only one.  it’s someone who doesn’t know how to face the consequences of his behavior and still think he’s untouchable, me and one of my friend said that he thought he was the king of Tumblr and I sincerely think that in his head he is. 

Sorry for the grammar I'm French and it’s almost 4 am so I'm gonna check the grammar tomorrow. 

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Please Return to Us

Pairing: Gaolang Wongsawat × (fem!)reader

Word Count:3113 words

Summary: You’re a notable fighter and guest of King Rama’s who was invited to come watch the Kengan Tournament with him. Another reasoning why you’re here is was your husband, Gaolang Wongsawat, was fighting in the event. After advancing to the second round, your husband faces of against one of the most powerful fighters, the Fang of Metsudo. 

Warning:Peril, a little swearing

Sidenote: I used Muay Thai as the default Martial Art, but by all means that this doesn’t means you are default Thai, anyone can take up the Martial Art. You can ignore it as I’ll add an option for it. You’re also a citizen of Thailand but, again, it doesn’t mean you are Thai by default.

(Edit: Had to Repost since Tumblr took it down from the public tag)

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“My my, the competition is stirring up a bit. Isn’t it, (Y/N)?”

“It seems so, My King.”

You’re currently seated next to the King of Thailand along with fable Chairman of the Kengan Association, Katahara Metsudo. You were a guest of King Rama to accompany him to watch the tournament. Although you weren’t his bodyguard, you did take precautions as he was a ruler of a nation.

“Ah ho, who knew (Fighting epithet) would be here. I’d never expect a great fighter to be sitting on the sideline.”

“Chairman Katahara, (Y/N) is taking a well deserved break after earning her 3rd major promotional championship belt in (insert weight class) for Muay Thai/(Insert Martial Art).”

“Why congratulations then, Mrs. Wongsawat.”

“Thank you, Chairman Katahara.”

You slightly bowed your head to thank the Chairman. Afterwards, Katahara asked King Rama to place a personal bet on this match, the amount is decided by his highness himself. You feel the air shift, then there was growing tension between the two powerful men. You always forgot how King Rama knows his ways with words and can intensely banter whenever he can. Then the atmosphere shifted again to a slightly more lighthearted one as if nothing has ever happened. Your king takes up the offer and decides on the amount for the bet. You leaned in to see the how much he was betting, and unsurprising to you it was a large amount. Unlike the one of Katahara’s bodyguard who showed cleared shock, it unfazed you why the King himself bet so much on a match. It was clear that he had full confidence in Gaolang to win this match. Although the Fang was powerful as you heard, you had faith that your husband that he will hold his ground and no pushover. While the room is nice and and luxurious, you wanted a better view of the fight as you knew this wasn’t a normal match.

“(Y/N), why don’t you get a better view of the match?”

“But your highness! What about you-”

“Now, now, (Y/N), I know you wouldn’t sit in here when the action is going on outside. Especially if it’s Gaolang, go out into the arena. Don’t worry about me.”

You were hesitant, to leave the King alone didn’t sit with you. But with the reassuring nod from him and the Chairman saying nothing will go wrong, you decided to take your leave. You bow to them before heading out of the room. As you wonder aimlessly throughout the arena, you tried to get a good view of Gaolang’s match. As you kept looking, you saw what to be Okubo Naoya and Himuro Ryo. Okubo caught you from the corner from his eye and turned at the sound of your footsteps which caused Himuro to turn his head as well.

“Hold up, YOU’RE (Y/N) “(L/N)” WONGSAWSAT! I never knew I was going to met another fighting legend here!”

“Oh ho, who knew I was going to run into The King of Combat himself, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Okubo Naoya.”

The two of you shook hands as Okubo asked about all about the your latest championship that you seized. You also shook Himuro’s hand too who asked why you were here. You responded with a simple “I’m watching Gaolang”. While you stayed up on that part of the stadium, Okubo asked your stance of this match as it had involved The Fang, the one who defeated him in the first round of the tournament.

“Despite The Fang’s performance in the first round, I think this fight is going to be different. Gaolang won’t go down so easily, you’know?”

“Even so, do you think is gonna win the match, (Y/N)?”

“Hmmm, that’s the thing, Okubo. I actually don’t know. I do have faith in Gaolang; however, The Fang is a powerful fighter I have never seen in all my years in fighting. This fight is going to be intense, I highly doubt that the two will come out unscathed.”

As the referee told the fighters to take their stance, the whole arena grew quiet. You and Okubo’s face contorted into total shock. But your’s was more of flabbergasted. Agito Kanoh took the stance of the Hitman style, the boxing technique Gaolang’s specializes in.

‘Is the Fang trying to beat Gao at his own game?’ You thought

But it seems you’re not the only one who thought like that as everyone had the same reaction. Even from the place you were at in the stadium, you can tell that Gaolang was caught off-guard too by the Fang’s stance. There’s something about this match that made a bit intrigued on how Gaolang would fair against his opponent, but at the same time you can’t be a bit worried for his safety. Once the referee gave his signal for the match to begin, both fighters went in on each other. The Fang is already throwing high speed jabs at Gaolang, which Gaolang dodges. Then Gaolang throws in his flash, yet it didn’t reach Agito as he backed off. By now, you caught on that the arm span plays a role for striking and that Gaolang is at a slight disadvantage. Nevertheless, you figured that Gaolang already knew that. The space in between indicated that they’ll go in on another exchange as none has made in attempt to go in yet. But it happened, they went in on another exchange of jabs. What you are seeing was unbelievable, Agito not only matched Gaolang’s speed and procession, he’s dodging every single jab that Gaolang was throwing at him meaning that Gaolang’s flashes weren’t landing. You were in shock, no, astounded by abilities of The Fang for being able to kept up with your husband, the top boxer in the world as of right now. You thought this was bullshit, how someone was able out match Gaolang. Again, another exchange happened. This time, Gaolang was able to dodge one of Agito’s jabs and land his flash on him. At the same time, Agito used his forearm to make Gaolang off balanced. As Agito goes in for a straight, Gaolang parries his attack with his shoulder and landed a clean straight right to Agito’s face. With Agito being disoriented, Gaolang was able to dodge his attacks and gain some distance from him. Now it was clear to you that Agito was slightly losing his stance, giving Gaolang an opportunity to go in and attack him. As he did so, The Fang had to guard to protect himself from his onslaught of attacks. It was working, Gaolang’s hits were landing, and they were doing good damage to The Fang. But it looks like the Fang wasn’t done yet as he decided to switch his stance. The grin on the Fang’s face you a small shiver up your spine, but you had no doubt that Gaolang kept his cool and stayed level headed from the change. As Agito charges and uppercut Gaolang, Gaolang blocked it with his forearm with the other attacks heading for him. As far into the fight, it was obvious that Gaolang hasn’t even attempted to use his Mauy Thai. But something caught you, when Agito tried to kick Gaolang, he stopped when Gaolang circled him. Due to this, he tried to over reach to get Gaolang but it was a wrong move on his part because Gaolang was still able to land blows to his head. From the corner of your eye, you can tell that Himuro wasn’t going to accept what he just saw. Yet there was something else, Okubo was probably thinking the same thing but The Fang was seemingly hard time with this fight. From what you heard, he defeated his opponents with overwhelming strength and no struggle. From what you can guess, he had never such a battle before in his time of fighting. Gaolang kept his onslaught of blows to the Fang as his hits were landing. What caught you off-guard was the Fang’s motion of catching Gaolang’s hit and slamming him to the ground, luckily Gaolang was able to steady himself and blocked a kick from it and was bale to stand back up. You have never seen this before and what you’re hearing is he changed styles again. The next thing you know, the Fang charges right into the punching range of Gaolang. When Gaolang tried to punch him, it landed but the Fang was able to slip out of it and slammed Gaolang to the ground again.

‘What the hell am I seeing? Who in the world fights like this?’

Gaolang threw some jabs but his left arm was caught and the Fang was able to get a clean blow onto his right side. This was hard for you to fathom this fight, you knew Gaolang was a top tier fighter who didn’t didn’t go easy on his opponents. This was something you finally realized, that public sports/martial arts are nothing down here. What you were witnessing was what only a very few would get to, and Gaolang was one of the only two fighters within the whole tournament to be well known from the public. This experience was different, you’re getting to see two warriors fight it out in a underground fighting ring where a public fighter actually stood a chance. With that, you began to worry for Gaolang. He always vows to you to never make you feel such a way that you would fear for his being, and he always up held his words. But this was under different circumstances, that this could lead to him getting seriously injured or worse, however you push those thoughts out of your head and hope that this match wouldn’t lead to those thoughts. The Fang caught Gaolang and elbowed Gaolang’s throat but Gaolang countered with a headbutt to the face. From what you can make out, the Fang wanted Gaolang to use his Mauy Thai against him yet Gaolang had other plans with a grin plastered on his face. Then he throws a kick at the start to use his Mauy Thai on the Fang. People thought that Gaolang had completely given up on boxing, but you knew better than anyone else that it was false. One of the reasons that drawn you to Gaolang was how he wouldn’t settle for any less once he reaches his goals. Knowing the principles Muay Thai, Gaolang had told you he picked up boxing as to compensate for Muay Thai’s lack of use in punching. You knew his role as King Rama’s bodyguard, and with that in mind, defeat was out of the question for Gaolang. Gaolang’s strikes kept landing but only for him to be pushed back. The blows each side was dealing was harder than the next, but Gaolang kept going with his attacks. Gaolang had the advantage in his blows as it made the Fang’s only choice was to guard himself to block the mass assault from the Thai God of War. With the Fang holding up his guard, you saw an opportunity for Gaolang to strike, and he did. However, it goes the same for Agito as well as he gave a blow to Gaolang’s face. Your breath halted and became trapped in your throat at the sight of the hit. Out of all the attacks, that was probably the cleanest hit the Fang has ever dealt in the fight. This was more than enough to severely damage Gaolang’s balance. Your breathing returned to you when Gaolang was able to land a left hook to Agito’s right cheek. You were absolutely dumbfound, how Gaolang was still standing after receiving such a hit. But the looks of the two fighters, who were far from healthy, you can tell that the next exchange would decide who the victor would be.

‘Gaolang, please be okay...’

You clutched your hand close to your heart as the match neared its end. The two men, shaken, barely being able to stand, go all out once in for all. As the final exchange began, you notice a motion coming from the Fang where he swings he elbow to block Gaolang’s punch. You gasp with a slight jump and gripped the concrete.

“Wait, Gaolang-!”

But by some bad stroke of luck, Gaolang’s fist landed on the elbow block. Although you knew it would be useless to shout, especially from where you were at in the stadium, you can’t help it. The elbow is the hardest/strongest point in the body that can do and deal damage when used. By the size and strength of the Fang, when Gaolang’s fist landed on his elbow, the possibility of it shattering was at an all time high. To your horror, you know that would be the case. And yet, he still kept attacking. Even when the Fang landed another hit to his face, Gaolang’s barrages never faltered. When Gaolang went in to throw a straight, the Fang crouched down to grabbed Gaolang by the hips and German Suplex him.

“GAOLANG!!!”

But the match was decided at that very moment, when Gaolang got up to his feet the Fang took his chances and gave him an upwards knee to him. It was then you knew that it was the end of it, the Thai God of War collapsed to the arena floor, only leaving the Fang of Metsudo standing. With the announcements that the fight was over and it being the last fight of the second round of the tournament, they would be a intermission to make preparations for the quarter finals and so on.

“Damn, that’s tough luck, Gaolang was so close to beating him. You good, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, it was never my fight in the first place.”

“I guess but even so, it’s Gaolang-”

“Okubo, don’t think this will stop him. This will actually have the complete opposite effect on him.”

The man just nods his head in agreement. You then took your leave after saying bye to Okubo and Himuro, saying you hope to see them again soon. It took you some time until you were able to navigate yourself to the lower levels of the arena. You wondered aimlessly through the Kengan Dome’s lower levels hoping to find Gaolang. Luck seem to favor you as you heard faint voices coming around the corner. You cease your strides and just padded towards the source of the voices. As you got closer and to your relief, you saw Gaolang and his opponent from the first round, Kaneda Suekichi. You didn’t want to interrupt their conversation but at the same time, you didn’t want to stand there awkwardly for them to notice you there. So you lightly padded towards them but making sure you let them finished their conversation. It seems they just finished their conversation when they slightly jolt up at the sound of your footsteps. They turn their heads to see you walking towards them. You stopped to stare at the two before they figured out who you were. While Kaneda was shocked to see you here, Gaolang was more so surprised by your presence.

“Wait, You’re-!”

“(Y/N)...”

“Gaolang...”

You gave Gaolang a small simple smile. Although it grew silent, the two of you just stared at each other. It wasn’t awkward or anything. Yet by the soft look in both of your eyes, it seemed that a silent conversation transpired. Kaneda, who’s logical and not a third wheel, states that he’ll leave the two of you alone and will be on his way. You thanked him before he leaves and was out of sight. You sat next to Gaolang on the bench, eyeing his right fist. It was all bandaged up, and by the way it was bandage made one of fears true.

“Your right hand is shattered, isn’t it Gaolang?”                                              

Gaolang pauses before nodding his head. Using the clean towel you carried, you wiped some of the sweat off of Gaolang’s forehead. Gaolang’s face is expressionless but you can tell he was thankful for you doing this since one of his hands was botched, After cleaning the forehead off his face, you gave the towel to him so he could wipe the rest off of his body. You then pick up his damaged hand ever so gently. Slightly clasping it, all you could do is stare at it. Even though Gaolang’s face remained emotionless, his eyes showed concerned towards you. You never were really this quiet around him.

“I watched your fight with the Fang.”

“I can already tell by the way you were looking at my hand. I supposed King Rama invited you here to come me in the tournament. I thought you said you were staying home after you recent win.”

“I was, but when I was summoned by his Majesty to be his guest to watch a tournament of formidable fighters, which you were one of their participates, it would be improper to turn down the offer...”

Your words faded out and you stayed silent again. Gaolang didn’t say anything, he knew you were thinking up words to say to him like you always have. He was patience, like always, and the way you spoke to him was different from other people except for King Rama. By the small increased grip on his hand, he knew you found the words to speak to him again. However, you head hung low to hid your eyes.

“I know that with this injury, it could possibly be career ending, putting your boxing career to an end. That your hand would never be the same it used to be... But I know you better than anyone else. Your unparalleled effort, strength, and resilience could only be matched by a selected few. I have never doubted you once when you fought. Even from the countless matches, including this one, you have fought with all your might. Gaolang Wongsawat... You have proudly served all of us well... one of Thailand’s greatest warriors... and our sword... Please, for the sake of the Kingdom of Thailand, Please return to us...”

You lifted your head up to reveal two lone tears slipping out of your eyes. Gaolang could only chuckle at you as he uses his left hand to wipe away the tears. You stare up at him and he stares back at you with a smile of his own, grasping your hand as well.

“I, Gaolang Wongsawat, will gladly come back stronger than before.  For His Majesty, for the glory of Thailand, and for you, (Y/N) Wongsawat, I shall return to all of you.”

And with the vow Gaolang has made, you knew the Thai God of War will definitely make his return.

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Friends in Dark Places [ch 2]

pairing: eventual moxiety, eventual logince, background eventual remile, background eventual remy/emile/deceit

WARNINGS: suicidal ideation, attempted suicide, crying, anger, shouting, self harm, blood,  fainting, panic attacks, depression, cliff hanger ending, food mentions, graphic scenery and lots of angst, and possibly something else

summary: After struggling with suicidal ideation and loneliness for years, a teen decides it’s time for it all to end… that is, until someone tries to save him.

tag list: @hufflepuffgirl01 @cocobearthe4th @cas-is-a-hunter@band-be-boss-blog @theunoriginaldaisy

a/n: so i have to repost all of these in a different format! yay fucking me!!!! please consider reblogging these if you’re a fan of this series because it’s all fucked up now

first - previous - next - companions

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Virgil rubbed his eyes harshly, not caring about smearing his makeup. He slowly opened his eyes and caught sight of a person at the end of the bed he was laying in. A bed that definitely was not his.

“What the fuck?!” Virgil yelled, scrambling out of the bed and as far from the person he could possibly get. The stranger looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place where he’d seen them before. His thoughts and memories were all jumbled from sleepiness, and pulling one distinct face was nearly impossible.

“Phew! For a little while there, I was pretty worried that you weren’t going to wake up. Do you remember what happened last night, kiddo?” Virgil’s memories of the previous night practically slapped him in the face with how quickly they’d rushed back. He’d gone out to... Well, he’d gone out with the sole intention to kill himself. Then, while contemplating the inevitable like the when this stranger came by and persuaded him that he shouldn’t jump, partially by threatening to call the police. And then he’d had a panic attack because the situation had become far too intense, and after that… He supposed that he must’ve passed out, but he couldn’t remember.

He relayed that information back to the stranger adding, “You scared the fucking shit out of me.” The stranger nodded solemnly, obviously not happy with having upset Virgil the night before.

“I called my mom to come pick us up, saying that we’d both been walking in the same direction and you’d passed out. I didn’t really want to lie, but I knew that you would want as little attention brought to your suicide attempt as you could. And, since I guess you would like to know whose house you’re in, I’m Patton. Patton Shea. And you are?” Patton gave him an encouraging look.

“I’m, uh… I’m Virgil Thomas. He/him pronouns.” Virgil added the last part purely out of habit from being online. Patton nodded thoughtfully.

“I guess I use he/him pronouns as well. I’ve never thought to add them when I introduce myself, but it definitely sounds good in practice,” he said with a small tilt of his head. “Well! You must be starving! It’s nearly noon; would you like some breakfast? I can quickly reheat some leftover pancakes and make some more!” Patton stood up and walked toward the door of his bedroom. Virgil was still standing in the corner, thoroughly confused and feeling distressed. After his initial panic had faded, he’d realized that at some point after he’d passed out, Patton had taken his hoodie off of him.

“Um, Patton? Can I have my hoodie back?” Virgil asked softly just before the other boy had reached the door. Patton turned around and gave him a big smile.

“Of course! I can’t believe I forgot. It’s in the bathroom right over there with some more comfortable clothes than skinny jeans if you’d like to change.” He pointed at a door to Virgil’s left that Virgil assumed led to an en-suite bathroom. Fancy, he thought with a bitter sarcasm.

“I’m gonna go get your breakfast ready, so take your time getting yourself situated,” Patton said with a sunny smile. Virgil nodded and watched the other leave the room. He let out a long breath that he hadn’t even realized he was holding. He made his way into the bathroom. The second he’d locked the door, he sank to the ground and put his head in his hands.

He felt so guilty. He was imposing himself onto this person that he’d never met before--not to mention his entire family--and had caused mental distress to him as well. He shouldn’t have stood on that ledge for so long; he should have just climbed up and jumped immediately. And now Patton ended up paying the repercussions of innocently walking by when a depressed kid was on the brink of death. Virgil felt the tears start to stream down his face. Why did he always fuck things up?

Virgil had no clue how long he’d been sitting on the floor of Patton’s bathroom in the middle of a breakdown before he’d heard a light knock on the other side of the door.

“Virge--gosh, is it okay if I call you that--are you okay? It sounds like you’re crying. Can I come in?” Patton’s voice was laced with genuine concern and understanding. Quickly swiping the back of his hand over his eyes and nose, he stood up and glanced worriedly at the door.

“Um, I’m fine, Patton. Don’t worry about it. Really,” Virgil replied, probably with too much enthusiasm. He crossed his fingers that Patton would just go away, and after a few seconds, he heard a sigh from the opposite side of the door.

“Okay, well, if you need to talk, I’m here. Your breakfast is ready, so come down when you’re done.” Virgil gave a quick okay and actually set to get himself cleaned up. He felt gross as hell. Patton’s footsteps could be heard walking away, and Virgil rushed to ask something.

“Hey, Patton? Is it okay if I take a shower?” Patton’s footsteps came to a halt.

“Of course, Virgil! There are towels under the sink.” The footsteps continued, and the bedroom door made a soft click as it closed. Virgil pulled two towels out from where Patton had told him they’d be and turned on the shower. It took him a few minutes to figure it out (he had to turn it to adjust the temperature and pull the knob out to turn on the water) and accidentally soaked his shirt in the process.

He took a quick shower and dried off. Unfortunately, some of the water from his shirt had soaked into his jeans and he was forced to wear the light blue checkered pajama pants and disgustingly bright green shirt. He zipped up his sweatshirt in an attempt to mask most of the color. Virgil took the edge of the towel he’d used to dry off his hair and washed off the remaining smudges of black makeup from under his eyes and brushed his hair out of his face with his fingers. He looked oddly… normal.

Once he was absolutely sure any signs of him having cried had disappeared, Virgil left Patton’s room and went down the set of stairs to his left. Overall, the house had a very clean yet familial aura, and it gave Virgil an odd sense of calm and happiness.

“Patton? Where’s the kitchen?” Virgil called out. The place was huge. There were three hallways that branched from the bottom of the stairs and each had at least one other hallway branching off of that one.

“Go left and then go through the first doorway on the left!” Patton shouted back. The instructions were easy enough, and the confused teen found himself in a spacious kitchen with pristine, cream-colored cabinets and pink marble countertops. Patton was standing at the counter with the largest stack of pancakes Virgil had ever seen in his whole seventeen years of life.

“Are all of those pancakes for me?” Virgil could only imagine the confused and astounded look that was on his face.

“Well, if you want them all, you’re free to have them. I didn’t know how many you’d want, so I made more than enough.” There was a bright smile on Patton’s face, as if he’d fulfilled his life’s purpose by making at least thirty pancakes. He looked truly radiant in his flour-covered t-shirt and jeans. 

Virgil couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Patton. I don’t eat a lot of pancakes, usually, but I appreciate the sentiment.” He walked to the small table in the center of the room and sat down where a sole was a plate set up. Patton carefully carried the giant plate of pancakes to the table and set them near his guest. Virgil took three pancakes to start and began to eat them plain. He didn’t want to use up anything more than he had to.

“Are you sure you don’t want any syrup on your pancakes? They’ll probably taste better if you put some on…” Virgil looked up to see a confused, but not malicious, look on Patton’s face.

“No, it’s fine. I’m used to eating plain pancakes.” The teen gave a reassuring smile and hoped he was convincing enough. The other seemed to take that as a good enough answer and began asking about Virgil’s life.

“So, Verge, how old are you?” Patton still had a smile on his face as if he was truly enjoying the company. 

“I, uh, turned seventeen yesterday…” Virgil cringed at the thought of his host realizing he’d tried to kill himself on his birthday.

“Oh! I just turned seventeen yesterday as well! As did two of my friends. They’re super nice; I think you’d like them.” Where Patton had gathered any information as to what kind of people Virgil would enjoy spending time with was a mystery, but Virgil politely nodded. “Do you go to Westview High School?”

“Yeah.” Virgil didn’t see any use in lying to Patton. Eventually their paths would have crossed at school, and that would’ve been a really awkward to have to explain.

Patton furrowed his brows, obviously trying to think of at least one time that he’d seen Virgil around school. “I’m surprised I’ve never seen you around before!” 

“I keep to the shadows most of the time. It’s really not a big deal.” He’d finished his pancakes and was reaching for another one.

“You should hang out with my friends and I at school sometime. Which reminds me, I’ve already called myself in sick, so I should do the same for you. Your last name was Thomas, right?” Patton stood up and walked over to the cell phone laying on the counter. It was in a light blue case with dog stickers on it, which seemed to fit Patton’s happy-go-lucky persona perfectly.

“Yup.” Virgil continued to eat his pancake while Patton made the phone call. He seemed to be making jokes with the secretary, which was extremely surprising since she was notorious for being mean.

“Okie dokie! You’re excused from school today. Now, I know we’ve been talking about some pretty light topics, but I think we should talk about something important.” The hoodie-clad teen shrunk back. Oh no…

“Patton, it’s fine. I’m fine. I was just feeling really upset yesterday and was about to do something rash. It was a one-time thing…” Virgil didn’t even sound convincing to himself. He slouched forward, discarding his pancake on his plate and settling his head in his hands.

“Virge, I know that I’ve only known you for less than a day, but I know good people when I see them. You deserve to live--”

“How do you know?!” Virgil snapped. “You know barely anything about me. For all you know, I could be a criminal in need of psychiatric help!” His voice was a knife through Patton’s soft, kind words. There was no longer any happiness on Patton’s face.

“I… I…” Patton looked like he was a second away from crying.

“You should have just left me to die. I’m worthless, and you know it. Now leave me the fuck alone.” Virgil aggressively shoved his chair back and walked from the room. His feet carried him up the stairs and into Patton’s bathroom. He immediately locked the door and collapsed. What he’d done was wrong and he knew that, but he was sick of Patton’s faux empathy.

Patton’s muffled voice carried through the bathroom door, but it was barely registered. “Yes, Logan. Yes, I did try to talk to him about staying with me, but he wouldn’t let me get my words in. Mhmm. He locked himself in the bathroom; I’m going to try and get him to come out.” There was a knock. “Virgil? Kiddo, are you okay?” Tears were streaming down Virgil’s face as he stood up and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was pathetic. He couldn’t even kill himself correctly; he wasn’t able to do the obviously right thing. The teen pulled his fist back and sent it flying into the mirror.

CRASH! 

Glass rained onto the counter with the sound of a thousand tiny bells. Virgil looked down to see red streaming from his knuckles, but he honestly didn’t care.

“Virgil?! What happened? Are you okay?” Patton sounded frantic. “Logan, get Roman. I need you both to come here and help me. Right now. Yes, just--get here.”

Verge picked up one of the larger shards of glass and examined it in his hands. It was beautiful, a jagged piece of crystal catching the light at just the right angles. He squeezed the shard, feeling it cut into the soft flesh of his hands. The teenager gently placed the red glass onto the pristine white countertop and ran a hand through his hair. He was starting to become dizzy. He picked up another mirror shard and cut it into his forearm multiple times. A wave of calm washed over his racing mind.

“Please let me in, buddy. I’m not trying to hurt you!”

The teen in the bathroom fell to the floor, unable to hold himself up with how dizzy he was.

A few sets of footsteps pounded nearby, and Patton’s voice was a bit softer. “I think he broke the mirror. I don’t want him hurting himself. He’s in a very dark place. Help me break the door open.” A series of bangs erupted in the small space where Virgil was. He curled in on himself, not wanting to have to deal with the world anymore.

A loud crack rang out as three figures bursted through the door. They froze and stared at Virgil, laying on the bath mat covered in blood and crying. Virgil hazily registered that Patton had made a choked noise in the doorway.

“Patton, I know this is hard for you, but I need you to go grab gauze rolls from the medicine cabinet. Roman, help me drag him onto the bed,” a calm voice instructed. Virgil felt two sets of hands grab him and pull him to the bed, gently laying him onto the plush covers. Something was then being wrapped around his hands and forearms.

“Thanks, Pat. Roman I need you to get the car started up and clear out a space in the back for Virgil to lay down.” The edges of Virgil’s vision had become shrouded in misty black, so he wasn’t able to make out any of the figures around him.

“Virgil? I’m going to carry you now. Please do not be alarmed,” the calm voice said. Virgil gave a weak nod as he was scooped into a pair of steady arms. The teen allowed himself to doze off as he was carted into an unfamiliar car for the second time in twenty-four hours.

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[avengersandlovers]

Obviously

Roxy Morton x Reader x Eggsy Unwin

Warnings: Fluff, swearing

A/N: REPOSTING BECAUSE I FORGOT TAGS AND SHIT! Inspired by the Brother Sister Coca-Cola Commercial

Roxy ran over to Eggsy and grabbed his arm leaning in close to his ear. “Did you see the new agents?”

She looked at him with wide eyes as she bit her lip.

“No…” Eggsy trailed off giving her a confused look.

The sound of Merlin speaking got louder and louder as he walked down the hall in their direction, clearly with at least one other person. The two of them turned around in time to see Merlin walking along with you and one other person. You and the other guy had been inducted as the newest Kingsmen agents and Merlin was giving you both a complete tour of the mansion.

Eggsy’s eyes went wide and his jaw slack as his eyes traveled up and down your body. The way your brand new fitted suit hugged your body just had him floored.

“I know right.” Roxy whispered.

You could feel eyes on you as you slowly turned your head to see the two agents staring at you from across the room. Not subtly either, might I add. You laughed quietly to yourself and gave them a small wave.

Roxy’s cheeks went bright red as she smiled and waved back at you. Eggsy straightened his posture and pulled at the lapels of his suit jacket before giving you a curt nod in response.

“Alright now if you’ll follow me this way I’ll show you both to your living quarters.” Merlin spoke up as he gestured for you and the other new agent to follow him.

Your eyes lingered on the two friends for a moment before you smirked and turned your attention back to the senior agent.

“I’m so gonna ask her out.” Eggsy stated as soon as you were out of earshot.

“Not unless I ask her first.” Roxy challenged.

“What makes you think she’s into girls?” Eggsy looked at Roxy confused.

“And what makes you think she’s into boys?” Roxy scoffed crossing her arms over her chest.

Eggsy threw his hands up in defeat. “Fair enough but I’m still gonna ask her first.”

“Not on my watch.” Roxy laughed before taking off down the hall.

“Hey! Not fair!” Eggsy called out as he took off after her.

The two were neck-and-neck as they rounded the corner in the direction of Merlin’s voice. That is until they were forced to stop suddenly, causing them to almost fall over on top of each other.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Harry looked down at the both of them.

“No where.” They responded in unison, looking up at him with guilty faces.

Harry gave them a suspicious look especially as he noticed their gazes both drift behind him as they watched you come out of your room clad in your gym gear.

Eggsy nudged Roxy in the ribs as they exchanged a knowing look.

“Um, we’re actually just going to go to the kitchen.” Roxy said as she slowly began walking backwards away from Harry.

“Right, the kitchen. See ya Harry.” Eggsy parroted.

The two of them spun around, casually rounding the corner until they were out of Harry’s sight, then the battle continued. Roxy tripped Eggsy before she sped off to the kitchen. She burst through the swinging door, dashing around the counter as she threw the fridge open. Eggsy was right on her heals as he too threw the door open but instead of running around the counter he pressed his palms to it and catapulted himself over it, landing right behind his friend. He reached over her as they both attempted to snatch the last bottle of water from the fridge.

“Fuck off Eggsy, get your own!” Roxy groaned as she tried to pull the bottle from his grip.

“Not a chance Rox.” Eggsy laughed as he used his free hand to tickle her and make her lose her grip on the bottle.

He immediately took off running again as soon as he had the bottle.

“You cheated!” Roxy yelled as she chased after him.

“Not bloody likely!” Eggsy hollered back.

His break in concentration caused him to run almost directly into a wall, giving Roxy an opportunity to snatch the bottle from him. Roxy laughed as she rounded the corner, briefly losing sight and gaining a significant lead over Eggsy. Eggsy jumped out from around the corner he had been stuck in and leaned down, grabbing the long rug on the floor, pulling it out from under Roxy’s feet.

“You fucker!” Roxy growled as she watched Eggsy swoop in and steal the bottle again.

She scrambled to her feet, the chase ensuing once again. She caught up to him just as he was about to enter the gym. Eggsy had stopped to straighted his jacket again and was fixing his hair in the reflection of the glass on the door.

“Ha!” Roxy exclaimed as she plucked the bottle from his hand and causally strolled into the gym with it.

Eggsy began to reply as he followed her in but they both stopped in their tracks, as they watched Harry walk up to you, a glass of water in hand.

“Agent Bedivere, I’m surprised to see you in the gym already on your first day as an agent.” Harry smiled as you thanked him for the water.

“Y/N please Agent Galahad.” You smiled taking a sip of your water.

“Harry please, Y/N. Well I’m glad to see at least one of our young agents takes their job seriously.” Harry rolled his eyes as he peered at the other two sheepish agents from across the room.

You stifled a giggle as you watched both of them stare at the floor and fidget under his gaze.

“Well I just wanted to check in with you and make sure everything was going alright. Please let me know if you need anything Y/N.” Harry nodded as he made his way to the door.

“Thank you Harry, I will.” You replied finishing off your water before tossing the paper cup in the trash.

“As for the two of you. We will discuss this later.” Harry whispered as he passed the wily duo who were still staring at the floor and blushing.

“Yes Harry.” They quietly replied in unison.

After they heard the door to the gym close behind him they look up to see you staring at them and shaking your head as you laughed.

“For a couple of spies the two of you sure don’t know how to do things quietly do you?” You snickered as you went to get your gym towel to dry yourself off with.

They gave each other knowing looks but continued to say nothing to you as they watched you walk towards them.

“That’s ok. I’m not known for being particularly quiet either.” You winked as you stopped in front of them.

Both of their jaws dropped as they took synchronized deep breaths.

“Well I guess I’ll see you around.” You shrugged as you walked away.

Both of their eyes went wide as they glanced at each other again.

“Wait? Which one of us are you talking to?” Roxy asked spinning around to face you.

You laughed loudly as you leaned against the open door. You looked each one of them up and down as you bit your lip. You could see them holding their breath as they waited for your response. “Both, obviously.”

@amour-quinn @mypanda-kun @chewie-danvers @palaiasaurus64 @lady-thor-foster @myluvislikewow @chezzire-cat @zuni21798 @of-sebstan-and-chrisevans @keithseabrook27

[modesty-blaise]

Since I'm curious, what caused you to become very possessive of your gifs? Not out of rudeness but curious, since no matter what you do a lot of them show up in the gif function on Tumblr which automatically credits you at the bottom of the gif.

Hey. Tbh, at first I didn’t wanna bother with yet another anon but since I see no ill intent behind this, I decided to go and answer it. Unfortunately, half-way through I realised my reply is turning into incredibly long semi-bitter rant and expands well beyond calling out just one person in Psychonauts fandom (and yes, this is related to Psychonauts fandom – you do know that these anons are not really that anonymous, right?) so… buckle up! All that beneath “read more”.

I’ve been on this hellsite for like…7-8 years? Maybe more? Can’t really tell cause I moved blogs and my old blog now consists of only 4 posts I’ve made close to leaving so I honestly have no idea how much time I’ve spend here before moving. Anyway, during those few years I’ve spent on my first blog I’ve met a lot of creative gifmakers who enjoyed sharing their love for fandoms they were in. I’d like to point out that this was waaaaay before tumblr created that insert-gif option so, back in the day, the only way to add gifs to your post was to: 1. make them yourself 2. take them from someone else. And a lot of people were taking them from someone else which resulted in many gifmakers giving up on making gifs and leaving fandoms and/or even leaving tumblr – and I’ve had many of my friends give up on what they love and have their games/shows/movies/whatnot ruined for them cause people would not stop stealing from them. And many of my friends eventually left tumblr cause they couldn’t deal with it anymore.

Tumblr adding insert-gif option, in my opinion, honestly, just made it worse for gifmakers. Cause now people had the opportunity to use gifs for their posts, with or without creators’ permission/knowledge, but it was alright and it was perfectly fine cause creators were credited. There’s their name at the bottom. It’s alright. Like… it doesn’t matter if they’re actually okay with people using something they’ve put hours into making or if they’re not – tumblr gives them credit so they SHOULD be okay with it. Simple as that.

Well, we’re all different and some people are not okay with that. I’m not okay with that. It took me weeks to figure out how to use photoshop correctly. Took me countless hours of looking through different tutorials and basically trial-and-error-ing my way through the process. Whenever I make gifs, it takes me hours to record videos and then hours trying to achieve that 3mb limit on gifs (thank lord these days we’re beyond 1mb limit). After all that effort I put into creating gifs for games that I love and enjoy, someone is going to make 2 clicks and have that same gif added to their post, without even asking. So how is that okay?

Back to your question. Yes, “no matter what you do a lot of them show up in the gif function on Tumblr”, that is true and that is something I was aware of when I saw you-know-who announcing they would be starting 30 days Psychonauts challenge. So, hating to see my gifs used against my will, and not wanting to start any unnecessary drama and threaten people in advance with reporting them if they do use them, I’ve made my blog as private as I could. It was only accessible through the dashboard, it was not showing in ANY search engines inside and outside tumblr, and my gifs were impossible to find through insert-gif function – I’ve made sure. I did all that cause I just knew that during those 30 days, someone would use my gifs and I would get mad and I desperately wanted to avoid that (hence going extreme). And you know what happened? You know what creator of this challenge (who prevously already reposted my gifs) did? *drums* They used my shit anyway. :3 They just uploaded it from their computer, where they’ve saved it earlier.

And like… a lot of people see pretty pic and decide to save it - I mean, we all do that. Heck, even I have a folder full of shit I saw online and liked it – but i’m not uploading it online cause I haven’t made it. It’s not mine to share.

But some people are not like that.

Some people see fanart of something they like and they want to share their opinion on it – and instead of making their own post, maybe drawing the fanart themselves, they decide to use someone else’s art for their post. Do they know who made it? Do they have creator’s permission to share it? If the answer is NO, then they should be a decent human being and not do that to creators. Oh, they shared it anyway but now people in fandom are calling them out BUT this actually happened on accident? They know who the creator is but, somehow, they accidentally forgot to credit them? OK, well, it’s possible, shit happens, but they better make sure it doesn’t happen again.

Then sometime later these same people decide they want to make a post appreciating their fav character and they want to include pics cause duh, you can’t have character appreciation post without pics, right? Now they have several options: they can get their own screenshots, make their own gifs, maybe draw something… or they can just take someone else’s creation. Do they know who made it? Well there’s my fuckin name on it, and since they’ve stretched it from 245 to 500px, it’s really hard to miss, plus it’s not like there are that many people making Psychonauts gifs. Do they have permission to share it? Hmmm, nope, didn’t ask me. Is this also an accident? Could be. I mean, I’ve seen stranger things happen, so accidentally forgetting to credit content creators twice… kinda suspicious but still possible. Who am I to say?

Now if these people then decide to make a post appreciating their fav ship and they want to add a cute pic of the loving couple – yup, you guessed it! They can either create something or take something. Again: they know who did? They asked for permission? Got the permission? No?!?! But they posted it anyway?!?! :o Could it really be, that after being called out publicly, after being told that reposting is bad (something that’s very easy to understand), after even having tumblr staff intervene and remove stolen shit from their blog, after all that - could it really still be an accident?

Nah, man.

They just don’t give a shit.

Cause if they did, they’d stop with that crap first time they were called out.

(and if you think Psychonauts fandom is their only fandom and that they’re not doing this crap in other fandoms too - hoooo, boy, do I have some bad news for you! Do you know how many stolen and butchered HP fanart is on their blog? Hobbit stuff? They seem to be one of the most accident-prone users on tumblr. And honestly - it’s a real miracle their blog’s not been terminated.)

Back to what I was talking about - I’m not okay with people using my gifs and I’ve made it very clear. I literally do not give a shit if I’m credited or not, I’ve made it very clear that I don’t want my gifs used without my permission. If you like them and want them on your blog, there’s a fuckin reblog button. It’s sole purpose is to allow you to share other people’s creations. Or shitposts, cause lord knows we all love those.

So that’s why when someone spends hours going through my Psychonauts tag and goes as far as to send me “I love your gifs” anonymous message, but the very next day makes stim moodboard post including one of my gifs, now cut and resized to fit 3x3 format they’re going with, I get mad. And that’s why when someone uses one of my gifs to promote their RP blog, butchering it to fit their aesthetics, and later when confronted going as far as blaming their good friend on it cause god! they’ve had no idea it wasn’t theirs, I get mad. (makes you wonder though: if they friend has such skills, why not making them gifs themselves?)

Like…. I’ve had my gifs stolen plenty of times. I’ve had them stolen for roleplaying, for headers, for imagines, just for notes… I’ve had them stolen by people claiming to run official fan sites (that’s a real wild story but I won’t get into that now)… I’ve seen them on pinterest, weheartit, FB, all those random gif sites… and I’ve seen EVERY. POSSIBLE. EXCUSE. ranging from: “well i found it on google so why should i credit you” “lol dunno who made this but its pretty so im posting it” “ive had it on my computer for years so i don’t remember where i got it from” “i dont know how to make gifs so im using weheartit as a source” “credit to whoever made this” (that’s my fav) to “its just a gif so who gives a shit” (it’s not – it’s hours of creator’s time and lots of love that you’re now shitting on so thanks) and “i have an /illness/ and getting notes makes me feel better so dont u dare blame me for stealing” (I don’t remember exact excuse but it was something along those lines and like… how do you even respond to something that without looking like an asshole?).

And sometimes it really is just an accident. Sometimes people really do forget to credit you and/or ask you for permission. And I’ve had my fair share of those accidents. People in Psychonauts fandom have been using my gifs for various crap but, when approached, they’ve removed it and apologised. And it’s something I really appreciate. (if they actually bother reading this and they recognise themselves: i’m really grateful and thank you for not being an ass)

But you know what I don’t appreciate? People making a call out posts about me, asking about my gifs when they know very well they’re the main reasons why I’m not making those gifs anymore, at the same time failing to address any of the issues I have with them and instead rather explaining to others what happened BUT explaining only the parts that make me look like a villain cause how I even dare be mad about them stealing? How I even dare call them out on it? That is so ridiculous and criminal of me, and it’s so so sooooo bad that they need to call me out. I deserve to be called out by the very same person who’s been stealing my shit.

And their explanation is…well… it’s something.

They were sympathetic and polite? When did this happen? Did I completely missed that part? Please someone fuckin enlighten me with such post/message where they expressed their sympathy and politeness and I’ll apologise right this second.

I told them to “literally fuck off”? Yeah, that did happen, I admit that. Did they bother explaining why I told them to fuck off in the first place? Did they say they were caught stealing from me and had tumblr stuff remove my shit from their blog? Did they get into details of how they demanded the proof of my so very wild and obviously false claims but then when I showed it, they just deleted that “how dare u call me out cause I would never do such thing” post? No, they didn’t and geee, I really wonder why.

Instead, what did they choose to address? Out of all the things I’ve said. Hm? What did they choose? Me telling them to fuck off. Me dropping the F-bomb on them, rudely rejecting their obvious kindness and politeness. Nothing else.

Back to what I was talking about before I got derailed again: no, I’m not mad cause this person used my gifs without crediting me. I mean – I am, but that’s not my main issue with them (and they know it). My main issue is that this is someone who will continuously lie and steal and still deny any of it, even when there’s plenty of proof (and you can always count on me to show up with proof tbh), and then go as far as to publicly ask about my gifs and try to call me out. Like me getting mad that something I’ve put hours of work into, and something I’ve made cause I love the game and I want to share my love and appreciation for it, is now being shared against my will and my knowledge - like me getting mad over something like that is so unreasonable that they need to make an entire post about it while pretending they have absolutely no idea why I’m even mad and why we have issues.

And I have every fucking right to be mad. 3 times is not an accident. 2 times to the same person is not an accident. They know it. But yeah, playing stupid is their defense so it’s not like I expected them to actually address their actions this time either.

And you know what? Just because I swear a lot doesn’t mean I’m wrong. Doesn’t mean there’s no solid ground for my claims. People on tumblr have always been and always will be stealing shit. Sometimes they will credit you, often they will not, and that’s just how it is, doesn’t matter if you’re okay with it or not. But that doesn’t mean I’m just gonna sit quiet and accept someone’s shitty behaviour. Especially when it’s directed at me.

TLDR: giving credit =/= having permission

but my previous posts leading to this ask were not about that

you knew that already

[gnclc]

Bi King Wonho Masterpost

!IMPORTANT: this is mostly just for fun and for lgbt monbebes. i want this to stay on tumblr, so please don’t repost on other websites. shippers or heteros do not touch this post. 

• allegedly dated a cis girl and trans boy in his uzzlang days, (some reports say that they are the same person but i highly doubt it, some say he dated the boy to protect him from the rumours, who knows, look it up if you really want to know)

• him being captivated by other male idols:

• eunwoo (feat. the rest of monsta x - once during fighter era and once during beautiful era) [ fighter era here & beautiful era here ] • jaehyun during a radio show, he even forgot the question he was asked [ here ] • honestly? shownu as he was speaking japanese [ here ]

• just for fun him sporting gay fashion with multiple prints here + him being the  king Of Fashion . more: here ; here ; here  and there is a whole twitter dedicated to this rich king’s fashion here 

• speaking of fashion and said blog, they mentioned wonho wearing safety pin earrings, which apparently is a statement in support of women, immigrants, lgbt people, minorities, etc. tweet here . might be true, might be just wonho wanting to put safety pins on his ears, either way he’s either a good person which is gay culture, or just a disaster gay, which again, is gay culture. notable is also at the golden disk awards in which he’s wearing safety pin rings again in support of good causes. [gda rings tweet here ] 

• also him participating in the polished man campaign raising awareness for child sexual violence. you can see that he is a very supportive and inclusive person, and even if there was a chance he was straight himself (which is minimal tbh) he’d still be a supporter. 

• his most iconic look up to date  no hetero man is this stylish by himself and if you don’t think so you can keep lying to yourself 

• in the beautiful era mnet meet and greet they had to act in pairs, wonho was paired with changkyun in a romantic scene and looked like he fell in love when changkyun grabbed his face [ timestamp: starting 40:55/ find here ]

• during mxray season 2 in the drama acting episode it’s a gay gold mine, first of all saying that changkyun is a guy with gorgeous lips, mentioning stuff abt kihyun’s lips too, falling in love with girl hyungwon and saying he wants to be lovers with her - watch it [ here ] and here are some screencaps | gifsets highlighting what happened (worth mentioning: changkyun & minhyuk’s gay moments there too, forming the chaotic trinity of monsta x) 

• gave minhyuk a lap dance on jamelia’s stop, we love a suave, smooth legend   [ timestamp: 14:47 / find here  ] 

• i could not find the video anywhere else but there is a cute moment with wonho going to a girl and her caressing his face, i better see none of you complain about this he is the Bi king for a reason [ timestamp: 6:33 / find here ]

• from zero, the song he composed, arranged and wrote the lyrics to has no gendered pronouns, plus the iconic move in the hyungwonho version

• in a pretty old post i’ve made  asking lgbt monbebes to tell me their bias, roughly 1/3 of the ones who reblogged either put wonho as their bias or pointed out that he is the highest possibility of a non-straight member, (some cases, along with minhyuk*/and changkyun), with a rough difference of 57 answers from the other members. you can argue that it’s because of his popularity, but second came changkyun, and it is very likely for lgbt fans to pick the one they identify with the most as their bias 

• speed round → taking every chance he has to mention male monbebes, or just overall being a gender inclusive king who gives no fuck: 

• shows a lot of love to male fans, always blowing them kisses (happened on after school club multiple times) and saying he loves them

• was extremely excited when he read a comment on a vlive calling him “wonho hyung”

• he was asked about a group’s performance but all he kept saying is that they’re really handsome

• says that he enjoys wiping the sweat off his members

• “headband is not only for girls, no difference for gender, so i can wear it” + calling shownu the most beautiful and saying “beautiful isn’t for girls only” ( also, the members kept calling wonho beautiful in the same vlive the headband thing happened, which you can find here )

• when members were asked about their ideal type, he said someone that can cook ramen well, and proceeded to tell that gender doesn’t matter as long as you can cook ramen [ here ]

• i couldn’t find a video but during kcon mexico when speaking about monbebes he said “everybody my girl my boy” ft. changkyun who said “beauties and handsome guys, please be quiet” [ here’s a gifset that shows the points i mentioned before + this one ] 

• read a comment about monbebes becoming female characters from internet novels on their "love story" with monsta x and he said "i bet there's also male characters since there's also male fans!” [ here ] 

• him getting scared at everything which you may think is not relevant but it is actually gay culture [ here’s a cute compilation ]  

• a fansign was held at a wedding hall and him and changkyun walked together as ‘grooms’ while the rest of mx was singing wedding themes (ft. hyunghyuk) [ here ]  

• him respecting women: in dukgune during their freeze game wonho’s question was “how many sub vocals are in wjsn?” he answered with: “there is no sub vocal in wjsn, they’re all main vocals, they all sing well” video here, another comedy gold

• the fact that he can’t shut up whenever he feels like mx are being wronged and how open and kind he is, how much he loves monbebes, his sensitivity, him being a water sign, being petty when he gets interrupted, that’s gay culture too now folks, tag yourself i’m him being petty when he gets interrupted n being a water sign

feel free to reblog and add on, i probably missed a lot anyways!

[mafayu]

i need help and i probably sound pathetic

so basically, i guess i need to explain everything, and if youre not willing to read all of it then that’s fine, i just, idk, need to spill this all out and hope that someone responds and help because i just really love him.

so back to the beginning. in my point of view. i met this guy online on a groupchat i was added in. we started privately dming each other everyday all the time then texting and calling. then about a week later we started dating. everything went so quick but i was fine with it. and then he tells me him and his ex are really good friends. okay, i don’t mind. so then the next month, he came to my state to visit me. it was amazing and i loved every second of it. well, not every second because, he was texting, let’s call his ex dan for privacy purposes, so all night the first night he was with me, he was texting and calling dan bc he was feeling suicidal and what he said was that dan was feeling suicidal and us seeing each other irl isnt helping. i got kinda sad so i skated alone for a couple minutes (we were in an ice rink at an open skate) and i was so deep in thought and sadness that when i was spinning, a guy came in and crashed in to me, i sprained my ankle from that, he didn’t notice. (lets call my boyfriend fred for privacy stuff) fred was busy texting dan to see if he was okay, and i get it, he’s worried, but idk, i just feel like that wasn’t the time. 

that night dan tried killing himself by overdosing. he didn’t succeed. it went like this for the whole time we had together. i was kinda sad but i let it slide. then came the day when he had to leave. that’s when everything started to go nowhere but downhill. when fred left, i had a big field trip to new york. the trip was going great until towards the end of the field trip when i see a text from him.

“i think we need to break up”

i asked why and he said how dan was being suicidal and that us dating wasn’t helping him. i misunderstood and thought that dan would kill himself if we didn’t break up but he never cleared it up for me until a few weeks ago. i told my close friends what happened and they started dming dan, which made fred angry at me and cause me a bigger panic attack on the bus home. hours later he calmed dan down. and we laid low for a while. until last month,, something happened to fred and he went to dan instead of me for help. he barely texted or called me. i felt hurt. until i my friends saw on dan’s story about fred. my friend started dming dan again, and then fred started to get mad at me. again. i had another panic attack. that night i broke up with him. it was like that for a month until may 6th we started dating again. i think that was a mistake. because dan started drama again saying how he didn’t like how we were matching pictures on instagram. then a few weeks before i found out that we started dating (the first time) was about a weeks after him and his ex broke up. and all this time he still loved dan. that killed me. and, and i just, he makes me cry so many times and just, idk. and then after that day he has barely talked to me and only has a full conversation when it’s about dan’s problematic bullshit. he post’s on his spam more than he text’s me and he rarely talks about me when i talk about him all the time. i think i should breakup with him but i know i will be misreble because i love him with all my heart but i feel he doesn’t feel the same. and i feel as if im a second option when dan isnt online  and then he’s like “oh dan won’t answer me ig it’s time to talk to boring ol’ alec”

oh! i forgot. he broke our promise of stopping drugs and throwing away the ones he had. he smoked and did all these drugs with needles and weed and shit and i was worried yk? but apparently he cared about drugs more. and it hurts knowing that. 

i love him so much but at the same time i think this relationship won’t go anywhere, and there is so much more to tell but this post is long enough. im gonna add tags to see if someone can help, because i need an opinion from someone new. whoever read this whole thing, thank you so much, and dm me or repost with a comment if you wanna help, thank you.

-alec

[hhemeraa-a]

shipping meme !

ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE SO PEOPLE KNOW HOW SHIPPING WORKS ON YOUR BLOG. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

tagged by: stole from like... 4 different people  @dcsidcrium​ / @portalipsis​ (I think?) / @celestialspitfire​ (I think???) / @lunaciies​ (I think?????) tagging: follow ur heart

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?:

         A kick to the nuts. HA - I’m kidding.  I currently do not... have... an otp for Myles... I mean, don’t get me wrong, I ship Troy and Myles harder than I ever want to admit, but it’s no fun playing in a sandbox all by myself, so I try not to think about it too hard.             But my OTP would probably be anything that involves Myles and happiness. I actually want him to admit that he loves someone and my life will be complete. 

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?:

        ¯\_(ツ)_/¯            What won’t I RP is a shorter list, but because of how.... emotionally difficult Myles is, a majority of any ship needs to be plotted to some extent or else you are at his mercy which means that any ship success rate goes down to about 2% unless the planets are perfectly aligned. With that said, I’m pretty open to all the genres, even those taboo ones you don’t think I’d be into but I am. 

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?:  

         I refuse to (romantic) ship with anyone under 18 (muns or muses) and Myles very rarely will ever be interested in anyone between 18 - 21. With that, so long as everyone is a consenting adult, age ain’t nothing but a number. Plus Myles likes ‘em older. He won’t make age an issue if your muse doesn’t make age an issue.             Some of you have muses that are hundreds and thousands of years old, so? It’s a non-issue.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?:

        Myles? Hell yes.           I said prior, but Myles is extremely difficult to ship with unless it’s plotted and there’s chemistry involved. 90% of the time, he is playing to emotions that benefit him in a situation, but doesn’t actually feel romantic inclinations towards someone.  He can be friendly and have one night stands, but if someone asked to be his boyfriend, he’d mean laugh in their face and walk away.             But to answer this question - yes, I am. Only because it takes a lot for Myles become attached and actually have feelings that aren’t just surface value. If he’s gotten to this point (unless it’s the rare 1% where he just instantly clicks), we’ve probably RP’d or plotted a lot and I’m starting to get real fuckin annoyed when people drop the muse or disappear right after all the work we’ve done. I’m tired of it, Myles is tried of it, and [we] I’ve become much more weary about being the one to commit when someone else hasn’t. 

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?:

         Idk, usually if there’s a peen out, I’m pretty sure that counts as nsfw. I’m bad at tagging things and 50% of the time my written nsfw isn’t tagged, but that’s only because 1) my blog is tagged as nsfw so browse at your discretion, 2) all images will always be tagged with nsfw, 3) this thread isn’t for you, so why are you reading it lol (I’m half joking, half not) 4) I’m pretty sure my partner knows that it is nsfw.             Unless my partner wants things under a read more or has specific things they want, I sin proudly and openly. 

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?:

CRACKS KNUCKLES. I COULD HAVE MADE THIS SHORT BUT SCREW THAT. If I forgot to add you, I’m sorry! 

@portalipsis​  - this has been a real slow burn and probably the only healthy thing Myles has in his life that doesn’t involve explicit fighting or manipulation on Myles’ part. I think it’s very cute in that Myles is kind of aware how Chris feels and is being Extra patient with him because he likes to watch the boy squirm. ALSO Porthos writes smut fanfiction of Hemera and mails it out to people.  Don’t think he forgot. @heavensson​​ - Sorry Spike, but you’re trapped with Myles’ gross ugly affections because no matter what you do to try and get rid of him, you know it’ll just turn him on. Semi-complicated considering Troy is involved in this odd companionship and they can’t really get rid of each other.  @etlascivus​ -  >:3c   Demon’s sneaking into Myles’ room at night claiming him as their own only for Myles to get a boy crush on him. Another complicated and involved relationship considering Myles hasn’t really put together what he feels for Asmo. While I wouldn’t say it’s love, Myles’ attachment quirks are starting to come in strong and Asmo tends to do or say the right thing at the right time to put this uptight bundle of emotion at ease to the point where he doesn’t mind (or has completely forgotten) about the mark on his arm. @corpusdxlicti​ - You mean Myles’ future husband?? Myles will end up feeding off this relationship because of how emotionally detached Vincent appears to be as Myles is 99% more inclined to let himself like someone when they don’t like him back.  Not that this is the case here, but Vincent’s seemingly complete emotional detachment gives Myles the room to dance around in his own emotions - little does he know that Vincent is low key (high key?) possessive/jealous and I AM READY FOR THIS.  @dcsidcrium​​ - the first girl Myles probably ever kissed. Dating his best friend and secret unrequited love. Nikki is the sister Myles never asked for and will defend her to the death all the while cussing her out in the same breath.  He’s also probably shot her more than a few times. A++ friendship. @kashiings​ - Archer you little shit. A verse of its own, Archer is (was) Myles’ best friend in childhood and also first (boyfriend?) although there were clear miscommunications about what they were and it really tore a hole in Myles after Archer went off and got married. Despite all this, Myles is teetering on the edge of loyalty and abandonment, remaining by his side even after he comes back in Myles’ mid-twenties.   @inionnaforaoise​ - Started off as purely professional - these two are frienemies to a fault. The type to drive by and flip the other off under the table while at a very professional meeting or “accidentally” shoot the other in the arm in the middle a fire fight and shrug like ‘oops’. At the same time, they’ll share a drink together and mean laugh about people they hate. If we’re not counting demons with lady bits, she will probably be the first (and only) girl Myles ever sleeps with.  @whiteliily​ - Ash is a national treasure and these two has this weird high school boy crush going on where they just... nervously laugh around each other. I honestly think that Ash is the only muse that has made Myles openly blush without trying.  Even considering Myles’ emotional stuntedness, Ash has been real forward?? Which is pretty disarming for Myles and it’s weird because Myles is like??? Happiness??? Without?? someone??? suffering?? idk man, Ash is great, Jazz is great. This whole thing makes me happy inside.  @bestiadeluna​ - Mally is that friend that Myles flinches around all the time because she’s probably punched him in the arm so many times out of playfulness that it bruised because she’s so much strong than he is.  She’s the drinking friend that shows up on his couch once a month and eats all his pie, or brings someone over so that he can explain what a cuck is much to his dismay.  They don’t hang out often, but when they do, it’s like they saw each other yesterday and someone is bound to either get hurt or in trouble.  @fluffmiester​ - Space Papa. Apparently Rrii has taken Myles in as his son and while Myles is ok with it, he’s going to take every chance he gets to twist Rrii’s words into something gross.  It’s how he shows his affection Rrii, I swear.  @svagefaith​ - Myles’ bitter ass soulmate from hell. The only way these two are going to get on the same page is if some outside event forces them to admit their feelings, but so far the universe is just staring at them like “y i k e s”. They would make amazing friends, but being bound to each other is causing more tension than it’s worth and both are too stubborn to back down, even though they’re both quietly attentive their needs, their emotional connection keeps missing. They’ll get there.  @carnivorarium​ - ZIP because Myles needs more strong independent wolf ladies in his life, although he will always bother her about why she’s single. He’s going to be that annoying younger brother that digs through her stuff and leaves all her tampons out on the curb because he was feeling annoying and she will probably be that older sister that drop kicks into his room while he’s making out with someone so that she can scare the shit out of them in her final form. 

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?:

         Yes, although if we have a thread going/there’s chemistry, I’m sure we’ll both reach out to each other about it naturally. 

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?:

         I love it!  But I don’t believe shipping is purely romantic and includes platonic things and enemies.   I have very few romantic ships and that’s often up to Myles to decide that. Friends and enemies are great though, so I’m always down to talk about different possible relationships. 

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?:  

         Yes! And multi-verse unless it’s discussed. 

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?:

        Meh - romantic things are nice, but like I’ve been saying, this is completely up to Myles and he’s not inclined for romance. So I’m a ‘more or less’ kind of person. If I really like a ship we have going, I’ll be very obsessed hahaha

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

         Fandom? Don’t know her.            HA. ok. Um.... well, I used to be really into Deimos and happiness.  I’m still committed to this, but some people within the fandom really ruined the character for me to the point where even after I tried to make a blog to save my feelings, all I see is bitterness and disdain. They say time heals all wounds buT HERE I AM.  STILL BROKEN. Sometimes I write on his blog and I’m filled with such nostalgia... but I hate shipping him with Cain which is my ultimate nOTP but since the fandom is made up of pretty much Cain’s and Helio’s, my time on that blog is.... minimal. 

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?:

        My favorite ships always start as an accident - either though starters where we just see something click, or an ask where something funny happens.  Just write with me or approach me about it!  Chances are if you want to ship, you’re going to know something about Myles’ personality that you/your muse likes. If you come to me in hopes to finding a ship without any prior knowledge of him, you might have a bad time.             It’s really easy for things with Myles to get toxic fast, so unless you’re prepared for a slow burn, idk if this is the right place? But again! Just reach out, I absolutely love discussing relationships and plotting, it keeps me alive in my waking hours.