#and youll wonder why the world hates you

[faiirybread]

applause ︴aa23

🎤 in which.. a well known kpop idol meets a formula 1 driver

pt2!

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‘cold shoulder’ out in 24 hours. Enjoy, my blossoms🌷

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user1 HOLY SHIITTTT

user2 MOTHER

user3 HUHH?? GIRLIE IS FEEDING US

user4 I LOVE YOU YN

user5 PLS PLS PLS TELL ME THIS IS HER REPUTATION ERA

user6 I THINK ID DIE OMG

user7 NO ONE IS DOING IT LIKE HER

user8 we love you yn!!💗💗💗

user9 forever proud to be a blossom 💐

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Singa-poor luck luck.. Had some fun though! 🇸🇬👋

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user1 youll bounce back in japan albono!

user2 why is fernando looking at me like that..

user3 we love fernando shoe model

user4 WE LOVE YOU ALEX

user5 itll be better next race 💙

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First stage of Could You, Would You, and you guys were magical!! I love hearing your fanchants and cheers, thank you to everyone who watched! 💗 🌷

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user1 BREATHTAKING. AMAZING. GROUNDBREAKING

user2 love from france!

user3 you never fail to impress!!

user4 is it just me or did she seem really tired??

user5 its just you babes

user6 get off her mfking page if your gonna bring her down.. stupid hater

user4 im not hating, im a long time stan but im just worried about her.. going from a year and a half tour right back into a new album promotions is tough..

user5 WE LOVE YOU YN!

user6 😍😍😍

user7 COLD SHOULDER AOTY, COULD YOU WOULD YOU SOTY, YN ARTIST 👏 OF 👏 THE 👏 YEAR ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

user8 ALEX ALBON LIKE?? WHAT IS GOING ON?

user9 who the hell is that..

user8 hes a formula 1 driver!

user9 he needs to get the hell away from yn.. she doesnt need someone like him dragging her down

user10 girl what the hell are you on, all he did was like her post??

user9 i just want the best for her and he is clearly not it 😒

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yourusernameofficial Thank you so much for coming, I’m so glad you enjoyed it!

alex_albon I loved it! You are a master at performing 😆

user1 ALBONO A KPOP STAN??

user2 SINCE WHEN DID YOU LIKE YN

user3 GET AWAY FROM MY WIFE

user4 STOP. LET ME HAVE YN WHILE YOU DO YOUR LAPS AROUND THE TRACK

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YN YLN spotted at the paddock today! She seemed to be very confused as to where to go, but was pointed in the right direction by some of our drivers.

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user1 YN AT A RACE?

user2 i thought she was on a hiatus..

user3 shes on a hiatus from music, but she’ll still be out and around 😊

user3 her fashion sense is soo pretty!

user4 right?? i NEED her to meet lewis and zhou!

user3 sorry im not much of a f1 fan, who are they?

user4 lewis is lewis hamilton, a 7-time world champion and an icon in the sport, he has really cool outfits every week and drives for mercedes, and zhou is zhou guanyu, a driver for alpha romeo, and also has really cool outfits, he’s in his second year!

user3 awesome!! ill watch them and alex albon!

user5 so she cancels promos for cold shoulder then goes to a race??

user6 thats what im saying! i dont think that alex albon guy is a good influence on her..

user4 bro be so fr, alex albon did not tell her to go on a hiatus. her logical brain did after she was STALKED AND HARASSED BY HER “FANS”

user6 why is fans in quotes? they wanted to meet her, and shes not easy to meet so they did what they could, whats wrong with that?

user5 dude wtf are you on about, thats stalking and she has a right to be upset, im just wondering why she went to such a highly-publicized event after trying to get out of the public

user7 she looks so tired, i hope shes taking care of herself 😕

[yestrday]

HEAR ME OUT, jealous ass academy childe... like, youre just this shy 11th grader (senior? idk im european) that childes EXTREMELY infatuated with, but you seem to take more of a liking towards kaeya, constantly following him around like a lost pup.

childe being....childe, hes insanely jealous of this. why that adopted blue haired bastard instead of him? that fuckers just manipulating you, and you dont know any better. youre just a poor little thing, and youre falling so hard for a person like kaeya. but fret not, childe is here to help you! you guys hang out a lot after school, he calls them cute little dates, and he always spoils you during them. hell, when you two were out trying on some clothes, you two pick some matching ones in good fun, the store lady tells you two how cute of a couple you two are! but instead of saying a thank you, you just quickly spew out some bullshit of you two just being best friends. he smiles and nods, but deep inside he wants to scowl at that. his entire mood is sour after that.

he was just starting to forget your thing with kaeya, and you just calling him ur best friend made him remember that all over again. now, in his mind, you two are already dating. you two are sweethearts, but it just happens that you really like to be around kaeya. truth is, you two have never dated, and probably never will.

its friday, and you two decide to have a sleep over, hurray! afterschool, you get in his suspiciously expensive car and go to his house for a quick stop to get some clothes for the night or two that hes there. you stay in the car, ironically texting kaeya, until childe comes back with a backpack that obviously has clothes in it. you see tehcer, childes cute little brother in the front door, and you wave at him. he waves back excitedly. you were so cute, to the point that childe wonders how good of a parent youll be when you two get married and have kids in the future.

you get to your house, noticeably smaller and more pathetic than his, but still a very cozy place. your parents werent home, so your nana was taking care of you. you twist the keys into the door and walk into the house. you two have a lot of fun after, your nana checking up once in a while to make sure you two arent doing ... the devils tango. but fortunately shes a fun nana, she gave you two some of her favorite wine to try! childe seems used to the wine, even thinks its a little bit of a cheap one but you drink it as if its some luxury.

its now 3 AM and you finally decide to go to sleep after many hours of just hanging out with childe. you get a matress ready so you could sleep on the floor, but childe quickly stops you and tells you to sleep in the bed with him. you get flustered, but ultimately agree as hes your best friend and it shouldnt be considered weird to do a thing like this. you dont know it, but childes reeling as soon as you get all bundled up in your bed. he hopes that the cliche trope of waking up and cuddling with said best friend happens!

he cant sleep at all, but you fall asleep in a matter of minutes. 5 minutes, he counted. ajax smiles at your sleeping figure, your breathing intoxicating for him. the soft moonlight that shines through your window illuminates your face, and you look like a whole diety. and thats what you are for him, youre his whole world, his everything. he'd lick the ground you walk on if you asked him to.

but childe yet again turns sour remembering that smurf headed ass you loved sooooo much. he wants to kill that son of a bitch, maybe gut him and hang him , much like the victims he saw in scream. his world turns red when he thinks of that bastard, but then he looks at your angelic face again. he calms down, and this time grins in a sinister way as he reassures himself that, he could just... get you to hate kaeya, or get kaeya to hate you. sure, its a little bit of a bad thing to do, but he doesnt care since he want you to love him and not kaeya fucking alberich. he wants you wrapped around his finger and completely dependent of him for any human interaction. maybe he could do a much drastic thing and kidnap you instead?

yes, he could try that if you dont fall out of love with kaeya. he caresses your cheek and pulls you close to him. he still wants that cliche trope to happen, afterall!

...this was supposed to be a short drabble or whatever, but it just turned into a whole fanfic from my part 😨 and this isnt a req in any way , just wanted to let out an idea i have💗

ughhhn i love i love i love jealous men. i think it'd be super interesting if this one-sided rivalry was so obvious in school and kaeya was superrrr smug about it too.

like childe is just holding you to his side possessively while kaeya is just standing there smugly because he doesn't have to do anything to claim you as his. he's already won. he captured your heart. childe can do any shady thing he wants, but in the end, you'll only hate him more and come back to kaeya.

childe gets even more murderous lmao

[youremyheaven]

this is gunna sound so weird... men make my skin crawl. Like im attracted to men but everytime i see a man, my rbf awakens and i become hyper aware of my surroundings 😭

it doesn't help that im attending an all girls college now... any advice on how to ease up pls around them? I find it hard to even want to talk to them 😭 ik all men aren't bad and i may always not be in danger (imagine that in all caps and red) but i just wanna be able behave and think like a normal person around them ( this is so much that i even can't stand strangers)

Loads of luv to you ❤

honestly i hope u meet better men!!! there are some disgusting nasty perverted pieces of shit out there who dont deserve to be around women and i completely get why u would feel repulsed by them.

i wonder if u have malefic influence, they usually struggle the most with the opposite gender

tips on how to ease up around men:

think in terms of energy. dont project anger or hatred because thats what you will see in return. i know this is very triggering and difficult for many people but you HAVE to believe in good to SEE good. despite absolutely everything that ive gone thru, i still believe that people are inherently good, kind and helpful and i see proof of it everyday.

ive had men treat me with dignity, respect and kindness in the shadiest of circumstances and ive had men be nasty to me out in the open, so it just comes down to character. just think of men as people honestly and not as hound dogs about to attack u.

2. imagine them as little boys

sometimes when men are soft or boyish with me, it reminds me of how they mustve been as kids and it warms me. i have two little boy cousins who are 12 and 6 respectively and they both adooooreeee me and want to marry me when they grow up🥺🥺🥺theyre the sweetest kids on the planet and i could never ever feel otherwise, theyre my babies. idk if this is something u can relate to but think of a little boy you're close to, how innocent and silly he is and how you could never see him as a threat or hate him and understand that grown men can be like that too.

3. how we treat people has a lot to do with how people treat us

if you have a rbf and generally act standoffish and cold/distant, then you're probably perceived as being bitchy 😬😬and nevermind men, even women probably find u intimidating or hard to approach. im only saying this because learning how to navigate social situations is 90% of adulthood and the key to personal and professional success.

learn to smile more. i know women hate being told to smile but honestly we should alllll smile more. force yourself to do it until it becomes a habit. be that person who smiles at strangers. dont u feel happy when someone smiles at you??? so in turn, be that person to others!!! <33

learn to get out of your head. most people think too much. i hate spending time with people who talk about everything from a victim pov. like yes sure u/we women, are in a position of disadvantage in many ways, historically speaking but ???? this attitude?? wont get u anywhere. (I'm speaking generally and not about you particularly)

i would say the key is to turn inward and work on yourself. read all those cliche self help books about "how to influence people" yada yada,, learn social etiquette and watch all those youtube gurus who teach soft skills. forget about men and hating them for a second and just focus on self improvement. as you change, youll see the world change with u.

just think of men as people basically. also idk if youre familiar with carl jung but i feel like you have a wounded animus. many women who grew up with an absent (emotionally or otherwise) father grow up to project all that onto men. and in turn have damaging relationships with men!!

im not a man defender and im in no way saying all men are good but i genuinely dont think its healthy to hate, thats all!!

idk if any of this is helpful sikeee but lmk if u have any updates

also lots of love to u too angel!!<3

[hubbvrd]

Prompt List ˚.*ೃ

I WRITE ABOUT NFL AND NHL PLAYERS

1."We'll get trough this, I promise."

2."I think you’re just afraid to be happy."

3."You come to my room and wake me up at 4am to cuddle?"

4."I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies."

5."But you hate [food]" — "Yes but you love them. So I get them."

6. "Nobody ever told me that loving you would be the best part of my life."

7. "Yes, it is important, but it can also wait.
The world can knock down my door but it won't pry me from your side."

8. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I love you so much right now."

9. "Have I ever told you I love you more than food?"

10. "Someday I could wake up and this will have been a wonderful dream. So for now I'm going to invade your space with love and snuggles, so I have something to remember."

11. "You don't even know how much I care about you, do you? You mean the world to me."

12. "Wait wait wait wait... You don't like pancakes? Okay, that's it. We're done."

13. "You're the first person that's ever made me feel so safe."

14. "Hey, that's my hoodie! I've been looking for that."

15. "Would you ever want to like... get married and have kids someday?"

16. "I was just thinking... maybe we should move in together."

17."Can i walk you home?"

18."Keep it. It looks better on you anyway."

19."I've never felt this way before and honestly it scares me. But, the idea of never trying scares me even more."

20."I don’t care what they say. I want to be with you."

21."Take my jacket. I don’t want you to catch a cold."

22. "I called you because I can't fall asleep."

23. "You can ask me as much as you want, I' say I love you each time."

24. "You want to take another selfie?"

25. "My only regret is not telling you I loved you sooner."

26. "Just sit there. I'm going to make you something to eat. "

27. " Why don't you tell me what I can do to make your day better? "

28. " You just make me feel good when you're here. I feel better any time you're around. "

29. "Can we talk?“

30. "Do you know how hard I'm trying not to kiss you right now?"

31. "Promise me, youll stay"

32. "I'm like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horrible and violently, but honestly it's a really solid plan."

33. "Do you want a hug or do you want to be alone?"

34. "That's okay."

35. "What can i do for you right now?"

36. "I'm okay with waiting— i'll be here no matter how long you need."

37. "Oh my, sorry i can't focus when you look at me like that"

38. "hold my hand, babe, i'm nervous."

39. "look what i made for you!... do you like it?"

40. "i told you you'd love it!"

41. "Oh, uh, hey. I just wanted to remind you that I love you."

42. "I NEED CUDDLES!"

43. " I'm glad you came. "

44. " I trust you with parts of myself i'm afraid to show anyone else. "

45. "follow me, i have a surprise for you. "

46. "You have my full attention."

47. "I can't sleep."

48. "So what's the plan?"

49. "Can you stop ignoring me please? I'm going crazy."

50."Stop looking at me like that."

[devine-fem]

thoughts on a dc ship..dickjay..

I personally absolutely hate it with all living rage in my body, I just want to know your thoughts about it causeidk

Ooof, early in the morning and I’m being hit with n ask like this.

Listen, I just don’t care enough to hate it, I know it exists because it’d be hard to avoid , its one of the most popular relationships on ao3 and I don’t know why? I don’t ever see any dickjay shippers explaining their fixation so I have no idea why it exists.

personally, i don’t care enough to hate it but it irks me enough to avoid it. personally with me i have read some peices of media where two characters relationships are brother like but far from it and the people who sully the characters complexity with that ideation infuriate me so I wonder if its like that???

or they could just look nice together and are fun to draw/are an aesthetically pleasing pair then thats a whole different story… that means they know its wrong n dont care :(

i don’t like it along with ships like that but ive come to terms with that fact that everything you could possibly think of is shipped and there is nothing we can do to stop it. EVERYTHING, i just saw someone reblog art of two character i had screamed on the realization people would even ship it and unfollowed asap but thats my right.

YOU have the ability to mold and create a part of the internet that is specific to you and your interests and what you want to see, that is what tumblr is for.

i just think of the creator of omegle and how he saw the good of the internet since it became a thing but realized quickly how society would use its ability for evil but the evil overwhelmed him and almost killed him. thats truly sad and i dont want to contribute to that type of culture

you should only be sitting down and comsuming media you enjoy! if not whats the point! then youll become bitter. you’ve come to this huge glacier of media called dc with characters you enjoy and instead of filling yourself with serotonin you go and hate on peoples ships 24/7 because you can? thats absolutely pathetic and almost just as bad as shipping it yourself. that will get you avoided along with the shipper. its just weird and mentally draining and unstable behavior… i used to do that! i was one of those people so i know!

ugh, i don’t know man. people are sad and pathetic creatures, sometimes we don’t always do good and we have to do stuff to make living life just a little more tolerable and i could never be the person to want to take that away from someone else, least not anymore.

i hate pulling the “its fiction” card but it is, its fiction and in this climate, what’s happening in real life is so so important. there is real evil happening in the world and if you can’t take that same energy to the world as much as you do non existent ideas that look similar to people.

free palenstine. try and do right by the children facing literal genocide. some things actually matter. some people have real problems and thinking about how people would rather defend their blorbo than ceasefire on children just fucking pisses me off, as it should anyone. makes me so- fmhp. yeah thats my thoughts.

if you want to start drama over this, just block me, you won’t win and i don’t want that embarrassment for you.

[shinetroll]

Please help me. The Wizard Police are after me. I am a simple man, er wizard. I'm femme coded and delicious and thus break many wizard laws by existing. I have potions that have powers beyond your imagination. Your small small imagination. You should read and draw more so your brain will grow and you can understand my powers. This potion in my hand is purple and swirly. Its smells delicious, doesn't it? You want to drink it don't you? I know you do. Stop staring at my chest. My eyes are up here! *Points at the tip of my hat*. FOCUS! This potion is so important and you must STOP SNIFFING ME. Yes um drink the potion. Oh you don't want to? What if I put a silly straw in the bottle, will you drink it now? WHAT WAS THAT?? *Wizard Sirens in the distance* I have to go. You must hide me. What is your credit card number? Don't say the numbers out loud! You'll summon the interdimensional Identity theifs!!! Write it down! On my hand! Oh that tickles!! Stop it at once. Your hand writing is shit. Whatever youll have to just come with me. *covers you in the potion and you turn into a small creature*. Now I'm going to place you in this bag. Never mind why theres so much broken glass in there!! Stop eating it! Stop eating it! Stop it!! I hate you. *Shakes the bag really hard* stop enjoying this! *Sirens get closer* we have to go now!! *Does a little break dance and disappears into another plane* oh God we're 2d! Stop turning to the side and looking like a flat line! This isn't funny. Now, what is your mother's maiden name. What do you mean you don't have a mom. Everyone in the universe is assigned six mom's when they're created. What is a dad? A boy mom? I don't understand what you're saying. How are you able to make your teeth jiggle around like that? That is ungodly. Your teeth should be placed firmly in your gums! I don't care what Chinese deer can do. *coughs up blood in a gay sexy way* oh I forgot to mention I have tuberculosis. Yes it's serious. No Im not going to the doctor. We have to get out of this plane. Hmm I have one more spell I can cast that will allow one of us to get back into the 3d world. I will send you back and you must get help from my hot wizard girl husband. What do you mean wife? What is that? They're my girl husband! You don't say things that make sense. *Riffles through bag* I need to find My bang energy drink so I can power up before I do my teleportation beam. Why is the can empty. Why do you mean you drank it? Why would you drink someone else's energy drink! It gives me my wizard power! That's it, I've had enough. *pulls out revolver from the bag* this is goodbye to you. BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG good gracious they were blanks! I hate you I hate you I hate you!! *Throws you on the ground and you make a loud thud* why do you sound like you're full of milk? Webkinz cat? What does that mean? Who is rainbow dash and why was she in a jar? THEY DID WHAT TO HER? I can't do this anymore. *Loud bang* WIZARD POLICE PUT YOUR ARMS UP!!

NEVER! *Throws you at the police*

*I'm shot four thousand times by a thousand different wizard beams* I die instantly

Well, that was certainly a trip... I wonder who you were, mysterious sorcerer... Wellp, rest in peace and all that. I'm going to the liquor store.

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Rich Mans World (Mobster!Chris Evans x Reader) Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Your family was one of three major families in Boston, MA. Your father ran most of the delis in town, he had 10 all together. That was just his main business, he had side deals & hustles every goddamn day of the week except Sundays. Sundays were saved for the families. 

You see, each family had 40 or so members and on Sundays they all had dinner together. You were the oldest of 7 children between your mother and father. There was you, born in March, the eldest at 20 years old. Then there was the first boy, Michael; he was born in August and he would take over the family business for your father when his time as head of the family was over. 

Then you had the twins, Peter and Pauline, 16, born in October. They were your typical 16 year olds-but your father had begun training them for the life already. Usually started around the age of 6 though, but your father always told all of you that life wasn’t ever going to be fair. 

Then you had the younger sibilants; Frankie, 14, he was a January baby. Then Marie, 12, born in May. She was named after your mother. Then came Pauline, she was only 10; born in December, she being the youngest of the family, was clearly your fathers favorite, that’s why your mother named her Pauline, after your father who was named Paul. 

Most men were named either Paul, Peter, Michael or Frank; and most all girls were named Marie or Pauline, except for you. Your mother begged your father to let her name you Y/N. She’d loved it since she was a little girl. You were thankful he let her name you differently, you never fit in with the other girls in your family. They were all in line with their mothers. Big hair, bold makeup, dumber than a box of rocks, chain smoking loonies, who hated their husbands, and threatened to kill them twice a week. You never understood why they stayed with men they hated, not until you were a lot older. 

“Y/n...my study,” your father told you after dinner. You’d been helping your mother clear the table when he stood from his chair. Your siblings looked up at you as you put the stack of plates back down on the table. “Of course,: you started toward the study when your father stopped and turned back toward the table, “Michael.” Your father nodded to him. If Michael was involved, you had a pretty bad feeling about whatever was about to happen. 

“I wanted your brother in on this, it's a pretty big deal for our family.” He said as he called a number on his cell phone. Michael suddenly got this air about him; he was no longer your 18 year old brother, he was full on mobster in this moment. 

“Deal is signed and ready to go. Just needs his signature,” your father spoke as he took a seat at his desk. His office was in the middle of your home, book shelves lined with books filled the walls, and to the left of his desk was a fireplace, always a fire going in it. You often wondered why there was a fire, even in the middle of July he’d have a fire going. Your father had men who worked for him too, so they always made sure his study was set up to his liking. 

A drink on his desk at all times, 4 ice cubes, no more, no less. A fire going in the fireplace and all documents he needed to sign or look over laid out neatly for him to look at. You watched your father with an uneasy feeling in your gut. You were never brought in on deals, ever. When he hung up, the door opened and your mother came in. “Honey, your father needs to speak to your brother before a friend gets here. Let’s get you cleaned up,” she pulled you out of the study and straight into her room. 

You pulled your arm back, “Why do I need to change my clothes? Who’s this friend that’s coming over? What’s going on ma’?” You asked, crossing your arms. “I’m not stupid, I’m never brought in on deals so what’s up?” You quipped as you watched her pull out a pale yellow dress that tied in a knot right under your breasts. 

“You’re going to meet someone and you’re going to look nice and act like a lady.” Your mother said in a stern tone. “Ma, I’m not stupid, I’m not like your other kids…” you barked as you glared at her. “You will behave...do you understand?” She whipped around and glared at you. You dropped your shoulders, you knew this was serious. “Fine. But I want involvement. If I have to dress up and be a show pony for this deal, then I want it 100%.” You insisted, but your mother stared at you with a blank expression. “That’s not up to me, that’s your father’s decision-,” the front door shutting caused you both to look toward the bedroom door. Footsteps could be heard moving across the hard floors of your parents home, followed by muffled chatter, your mother grabbed your arm and yanked you over to the bed, where she fixed your hair, applied make-up and put some perfume on you. She zipped you up in the dress and adjusted your hair slightly when the bedroom door opened. 

Your father had sent Michael after you, who smiled when he laid eyes on you. “You look so pretty Y/N,” Michael said. Much like your grandfather, Paulie, Michael was a man of few words. It would make him a good boss one day. Poppop favorited Michael over the other boys in the family, that was no secret. You and Michael both were older than the rest of his grandchildren so you both often got treated differently. 

“Thanks Mikey..So you gonna tell me what this is all about?” You asked him as you walked over to the door. Michael gave you an empty stare, again, another thing about him that would make him a good boss one day. He was unreadable, you could tell Michael that his mother had been blown up in a car bombing and he would look like a stone wall. It was remarkable. But there was a small problem with Mikey, he was still immature, which wasn’t entirely his fault, but being 18 in this family meant you started to get into deals and trades that the young ones couldn’t be a part of. You were an adult now, so you had to buck up or get out. You knew Michael didn’t get that choice, your father would never let Michael leave, so he was forced to be apart of things that he wasn’t ready for. “This is Dad's deal Y/N...my only advice? Don’t fight it, don’t piss him off and don’t get involved in things you don’t need to voice your opinion on.” Michael grabbed your arm and pulled you from the bedroom. 

You turned and punched him hard in the shoulder causing him to let go and yell out in pain. “Ow Y/N!! What the fuck!” He yelled and shoved you a little causing you to stumble backwards. “Don’t fucking boss me around Mikey!” You glared at him and started toward him again when a hand wrapped around your other arm yanking you backwards with a strong force. “Y/N!!!” your father snapped loudly in your ear. You tried to yank your arm away but your father squeezed harder, and whipped you in front of him. Standing there was another man who had shaggy dark hair, dressed in a pair of black slacks, a black button down shirt & black shoes. He wore a gold pinky ring, his dark hair was slicked back and a toothpick stuck out of his mouth, “Sebastain, this is my daughter Y/N.” Your father cursed, he was seething with anger by your actions, but you didn’t care. 

Sebastain grinned and walked toward you. As he made his way over, your father moved you closer and let go of your arm, stepping back to give Sebastian room to see you. He walked around you looking you up and down. “I’ll let him know the sit down was successful.” He stopped in front of you staring at you with a smirk. Your father came back over beside you and held his hand out, as Sebastain shook your fathers hand, he never broke eye contact with you, “he’s going to like you.” 

“Thank you Mr. Stan, We’ll have everything ready by Sunday,” Your father grinned proudly as you watched the 4 other men walk out with Sebastain. You turned toward your father with stern features. “What is going on?” You snapped. 

“You’re going to be married off to the eldest Evans boy on Sunday, your 21st birthday. The contract has been signed and everything is being arranged as we speak.” Your father spoke as he headed back into the study. You stormed in after him, ready to chew him out when his hand landed a sharp smack across your cheek. “You are fierce and a fighter, had you been a boy, you would have been the best boss this family would have ever laid eyes on. But you’re a woman, so keep that smart fuckin mouth shut unless you’re new husband wants to fill it! Do you understand me?!” He screamed at you. 

Your father had never spoken to you like that before, he’d yelled before but never like that. You glared at him, you went to speak again but this time, your father hit you even harder, knocking you down to the ground, “Darling girl, enough!” Your mother grabbed your arms and pulled you to the stairs, “let’s get things packed from your room.” She said softly. 

Sebastain entered the study and shut the door. He walked over, laying a notarized copy of the signed agreement on the desk. “You made the right choice,” Seb smirked. The chair turned and blue eyes stared up at him, “Thanks for sticking around. Had some other business to handle.” Chris smirked, “She’s going to give you a run for your money, she’s very wild.” Seb laughed. “She punched Michael and charged him within the first 2 minutes.” He added as Chris smirked. “Well, honestly that’s not impressive, Michael is a coward, I don’t see why Paul would want him to take over for their family business; he doesn’t have the stomach for this line of work.” Chris stood and walked over pouring himself a glass of scotch, before looking at Seb, silently asking if he’d like to join him for a drink. “Thank you,” Seb spoke as he took the glass. 

“Are you sure this plan is going to work out fully? I mean, that family isn’t the cleanest..she’s a wise choice for marriage, with everything that the marriage comes with, and I’m sure she’ll be a good mother to your children-,” “We won't be having kids for a while, and If I do, I’ll have them with Sarah. I’m marrying Y/N for the business aspect of everything. I could give a shitless if she’s a good mother, she’ll be placed on birth control. I have who I want to spend the rest of my life with.” Chris said as he sat in front of the fireplace in his office and watched the flames dance. 

Sebastain watched him for a moment, he knew once Chris laid eyes on you, saw you interact with others and watched how fierce and direct you were, he very well may change his mind.

That week was the worst week of your life, your father smacked you, knocked you down, pushed you around every chance he got. It was almost like he was angry with you, like you had betrayed him, like you were the enemy all of the sudden. You had gown fittings, you sat through countless appointments, and before you knew it, Saturday night was here. You were seated out in the backyard, a few friends were seated in the somewhat circle that had been created around the fire pit. “I can't believe you’re getting married tomorrow! We’ve never even met this guy!” Jaime said, looking at you over the flames. 

You answered questions as best as possible, Jaime, Brooke, and Maddie didn’t know what kind of life you and your family had. Marie, however, was part of the Bruno family. Your families weren’t close, but they’d struck deals along the way. Marie knew, she knew this was a contract, a deal settled between Chris and your family. This could have meant peace was coming between the two families finally after decades of being at arms length, not really at war but not best friends either. Marie also knew that all three families would be attending this wedding along with friends. 

When the girls asked to see your ring, how long you and Christopher had been together, what he was like, she watched you lie, faking your way through it, and Marie knew that would be her one day. Marie glanced at Jaime, who looked like she wasn’t buying any of it. Marie didn’t know Jaime very well, but she didn’t really trust her. 

“Y/N...time to call it a night. It’s officially midnight.” Your mother said coming out onto the porch and standing at the railing as all the girls looked up at her. You glanced up at her, “Marie is staying the night.” You called back. Your mother didn’t say a word as she watched you stand and tell the other girls goodbye and that you would see them tomorrow. She would never watch a moment like this again, you, relaxing in the backyard with your friends, almost like a normal 20-21 year old girl. She felt terrible, you weren’t going to love your new life. She’d heard rumors about Mr. Evans, and she wasn’t a fan of the deal your father had struck. 

Your father looked at you as you and Marie came in the backdoor, “Marie needs to go home too Y/N” he said before you smirked at him. “Well, she’s helping me with the wedding tomorrow.” You nodded to the stairs & walked up with Marie following you. 

Your wedding gown was on a mannequin in your now packed up bedroom. “Jesus...this gown is huge,” Marie said, barely touching the gown. The lacy sleeves had barely any floral detail on them and that led to the floral covered high neck. The lace was the only detail to the gown. No gems, no beads, no tulle, just lace and satin. Even your cathedral veil was trimmed in lace. 

“Fuck….are you nervous?” Marie asked you as she looked at all the boxes, “yeah...I’ve never met Christopher before.” You fell back in bed and groaned. Marie came around and laid beside you and held your hand. “Maybe this is about to turn your life into an amazing experience…” she whispered. “Yeah...or the worst…” you whispered as tears filled your eyes.

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Chapter 2

[pinkseas]

c!dnf isnt about love or romance or george taking care of dream after the prison or whatever. its about being best friends its about being soulmates its about being hand in hand and knowing you belong its about being life partners, knowing youll never leave each others side, its about love that is absolute and unconditional no matter what form. 

its about george not knowing when dream changed or why and not knowing when he changed or why, wondering when he stopped recognizing dream, wondering when he stopped recognizing himself. its about abandonment and betrayal and george hating that he’s been left behind even though he’d never want to follow. its about that tiny, vicious, disgustingly selfish part of himself that insists he WOULD follow, that he’d rather be the most awful person in the world with dream at his side than without him. its about the conflicting emotions and its about george trying so, so fucking hard to tell himself it doesnt matter anymore and he doesnt give a damn even though he knows its a lie. its about wondering if dream still cares vs KNOWING that he doesnt. its about the falling out. its about the fact that dream was his best friend, he and dream and sapnap were all parts of a whole, they loved each other, they knew each other, they were everything and now dream is gone and george doesnt know who he is anymore and hes not sure he ever will again.  

its about george and sapnap being the mutual understanding of the loss of the world as they know it. its about sapnap telling george that dream has to die and george not arguing it. its about them both knowing how far gone he is, both feeling abandoned and betrayed and so so guilty, both wondering if they couldve changed it. its about both of them having that tiny piece of themselves that selfishly, disgustingly, desperately almost wishes he wouldve taken them with him. its about george listening to everything sapnap says no matter how stupid it is or how much he doesnt care, its about them going on walks together through kinoko because sapnap wants to get george out of bed. its about sapnap never doubting that george cares even on his worst, most cruel, most apathetic days, its about george never being scared of sapnap no matter how furious or terrifying he gets. its about them understanding each others deepest most dark thoughts and fears, even about dream, especially about dream, its about being together and still missing each other, its about being together and still missing him. its about holding onto each other no matter how much it hurts. its about keeping all of their friends closer. its about wanting to be better, wanting to see the other get better, too. its about the togetherness. its about sharing the same missing pieces and still building themselves up to be whole. its about wanting their own lives and the lives of those in their community to be at peace. 

[theravencawsatmidnight]

Rabbit. Chapter Two Part Two

Draco x Hufflepuff reader

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W!Heavy Ptsd, mental freak outs. Hearing voices, blood, bruises, cuts. Draco trying to convince himself he’s fine. Refusing to ask for help. Mental instability. The voices are the Dementors

After two years in Azkaban for how he treated you he was finally free. The only thing keeping him going was you. Now finally reunited with his Rabbit he thinks things will go easier for him. But Draco is struggling mentally and refusing to ask for help, but his only hope might be the person he despises the most

Draco did not return to the bedroom, he ran his hands under the cold water staring at them watching the blood run down his wrists down to the drain of the sink trying to think of a way around this… what could he do ? he needed help… The man shook his head at just the thought of him asking for help. “Rubbish.” he slapped the water off drying his hands on his briefs and going to check on you to see you asleep.

Its dark there huh?

Like the cell

“Shut up…” the tired shaky man shook his head going back to the living room, his vision was dizzy and he had to drag himself along the wall so he would not stumble and fall.

Why do you even bother?

Coming here?

“B-b-because..”Draco fell into the back of the couch seeing Biscuit asleep on his pillow and quickly went around the furniture to scoop up the rabbit holding him close to his chest. He let out a heavy sigh of relief once he felt Biscuits cold nose against his chest sniffing around. “I ,.. Wanna be with her…” he laid down on the couch with the curious bunny on his chest. He shook his head several times trying to get the voices to subside..

But does she want to be with .. you?

“She does.. “

Draco did not last long in the dark; he had gotten up and turned every light on except for the bedroom . one thing Draco did learn in Azkaban was that the Dementors hated the light. So every night he would sit under the window in his cell hoping the moon would be full and bright enough to shine in on him… But even with all the lights on he still saw darkness when he shut his eyes…

He was back on the couch with Biscuit on his chest again trying to think of something else, anything else. He wanted to share the bed with you so bad.. He longed for that moment with you. To have you snuggle against him .. tracing your finger on his chest.. Telling him stories .. cuddling up to him when you get cold.. Did you have any cute sleeping habits he wondered.. And did you prefer the middle or the edge of the bed.. Did you like to sleep in …?

“Rabbit……”

What if you get worse?

You already broke a glass, remember?

“Shut u-u-p…” he was starting to sweat, a long bead of it sliding down his head. We miss you Draco

Dont you miss us?

“N-no..” his hands found his hair digging into his locks. “I .. “

We love you for who you are Draco.

“You bastards made me this way..!” he sat up and Biscuit hopped off his lap scaring Draco, he jumped shielding his face till he realized it was just the bunny. “Im…” he wrapped his arms around himself feeling very sticky and uncomfortable all over, his skin felt like it was crawling and his bruises ached again with each heave of breath he took from his chest. “Im fine…”

You are fine , Draco.

Perfectly fine

Your fine

Your fine

Your fine…

Your ..fine

You-r fi-ne…

“SHUT UP!!!” Draco threw himself on the floor hitting his head hard on the wood making the voices subside, he stayed there for a minute, crying.

**

In the morning you had woken up to an empty bed and every light on in your home. Quickly you jumped out of bed rushing to the living room to see it empty. “dr..Draco..”

“Yes Rabbit?” you heard behind you.

You whipped around seeing Draco with a towel around his neck and sweats on him. You clung to him sighing with relief. “Nothing.. Goodmorning.”

Draco squeezed you tight, wrapping an arm around your back and head giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead. Draco had passed out from exhaustion last night around 3 AM and woke up not too long ago drenched in a cold sweat with Biscuit wiggling his nose on his cheek . he had no idea when you would wake up so he had to hurry and cover his tracks.

“Good Morning Rabbit.” Draco squeezed you again and you slipped free taking his hand.

“I'm thinking.. We go get some clothes today?”

“S-sure.”

“And i think the twins opened their shop up again, maybe we could .. go check it out? Everyone deserves a good laugh sometimes..”

he was nervous.. It would be crowded in the twins shop...

Why dont you just run away

Come back to us

You cant handle things on your own anymore

You cant handle this-

He shook his head bringing your hand to his lips so he could kiss it. “Sounds good, Rabbit.”

The shopping went.. Okay.. there's only so many choices in Diagon Alley after all. Simple dress clothes and a couple loose shirts was all he needed. All though you insisted he get some more clothes he could relax in .

“Draco dont you want more loose fitting things?”

“D-dosint ma-matter Rabbit” he was having a hard time talking to other people. Everyone he ran into asked him about Azkaban and you had to step in and change the subject before Draco blew up at them. You noticed he did not walk the same way he did in Hogwarts; back then he had his head in the clouds, his ego on his sleeve, his attitude front and center and that damn smug smile he wore on that damn grumpy face.

Now he looked over his shoulder, shook his head, faked his smile and rubbed his hands alot to keep himself from scratching his arms. You noticed he only did it when the wind blew and were growing more and more concerned about him. Something was wrong, something awful must have happened in Azkaban… but the real question was would he ask you to listen to him explain… anyone… someone.. You loved Draco Malfoy, but you worried for his health too.

“Hmm.. im going to get you a few more . ill be right back “

“O-o kay, ill be .. at the twins shop”

You turned to grab his hand “you sure youll be okay alone?”

Will you?

We dont think so

You wont be alone Draco

….you will have us…

He shook his head and pulled you in for a hug and kissed your lips. “Im sure, Pet. no go get me something nice yeah?” he patted your head, getting a small smile out of you.

“Yes, Draco” you teased him hurrying off into the clothing store again. It warmed his heart a bit.. He loved the teasing .. he wanted more of it. He wanted hsi days to be full of it…

Its a shame…

...that this will not last..

..but….. Everyday you go on..

...brings you closer to us…

“Shut.. up..i shouldn't be able to hear you in that bloody twins shop … “ Draco stumbled turning around to make hsi way to the very eyesore of a shop.

*

Loud. it was loud. It was crowded and people were everywhere laughing, playing jokes on others, playing music, things were flying around, confetti and the likes. People shoving to get to the next big attraction and shoving all kinds of colourful candy in their mouths. Draco flinched every time someone touched him. Usually he would yell and shove back but .. all he could do now was cower and look over his shoulder . his head was quiet, for once. He could not hear the Dementors in here and the shop was well lit too making it easier to keep them at bay.

Draco maneuvered the shop looking for the twins , it should not be too hard. All the Weasleys have this unique look to them. Draco moved to the center of the store when someone bumped him trying to get by making him jump and stumble into the desk hitting his hip, someone else pushed by and he white knuckled the furniture starting to breath heavily.

Draco…..

Draco…….

Draco……….

“Dammit.. Shut up….” he pulled himself up looking over the people seeing the twins at the back of the store. Carefully he made his way to them and they both saw him and waved.

“There he is !” Fred said.

“All is right now yep” George added.

Draco was holding his side trying to stand up straight and look intimidating but the look on his face told the twins he was afraid.

“Bloody… twins.”

“Thats us!” they both said with pride.

“Wheres… Pottah…..”

They looked at each other and then Draco, getting a good look at him.

“You okay Mate?” Fred asked , helping him steady himself

“How is y/n by the way?” George asked.

“Shes f--f-f-ine, “ he shook Fred off gulping down a breath. “Where. Is. Pottah”

“Uhm.. top floor actually, hes getting some things for his kids.” Fred pointed.

“Thanks..” Draco shot them a look with a slight nod and made hsi way up the steps to the much more empty area. He spotted Harry looking over some joke spells in a book . Draco tried to be quiet but…

The boy who lived?

Draco stumbled into a desk making it squeak, Harry looked up from the book and quickly put it down to go to Dracos side. He was struggling to stand and breathe.

“Draco…? Are you alright?”

“Sshh--shut up…-”

Yes ,,, Draco …

Shut him out…

You dont need him

You only need us

...you only need… us

Harry helped the man anyway and Draco slumped into his side cursing himself. Harry helped Draco to an empty room and shut the door, carefully he sat the man down in a chair and sat down across from him not saying anything. Draco was a mess inside and out right now, he hated Pottah, hated everything about him , how dare he refuse to be his friend all those years ago? That duel… that damn… quidditch match… that damn….. Bird …

Leave..

Leave

Draco, leave

You dont need-

“P-p-pott-ah,.....”

Dont.

“I … n-ee-dd,....” he dug his fingers in his hair whimpering in front of this man .

Harry instantly knew something was wrong, he stayed as calm as he could.

Draco Malfoy of Slytherin... the smug, man who did not care for anyone else at all , only himself. Never asked for help from anyone, did things his way… picked on whoever he wanted...not a care in the world… was whimpering in front of the man he hated most. On the verge of a breakdown.

“I need…..”

DONT DRACO!!!

He looked in Harrys eyes with heavy tears falling down his face… staining the wood table. “I need help……………………..please………………”

[creacherkeeper]

40-50 for Erley

40. Describe a corruption/redemption arc version of your character.

answered here!

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41. What’s a texture/sound your character cannot stand?

gunshots ^^ <3 so the last couple weeks trapped on the boat while everyone plays with the earthmaker weapons has very much been hell for them

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42. Is there something your character isn’t very good at, but enjoys doing nonetheless?

they were taught at a young age how to sew, embroider, draw, and other things like that, but weren't really allowed to while they were with the earthmakers, so i imagine they lost a lot of skill. also their dex isn't great so i dont think they were ever that good at it, but those were things they really enjoyed doing

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43. Is your character good at apologizing? Why or why not?

oh for sure not. they hate confrontation and also get very defensive if they think theyre in trouble, because theyre used to being in trouble, like, a lot, and that having pretty bad consequences. so it makes them very nervous, but they are honestly trying to get better at it. there was only a brief period in their life where they were able to actually practice any sort of emotional skills in a safe place, so theyre kind of clinging to that short period of learning and doing their best with what they were able to pick up

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44. How do they hold onto people?

they think a lot about "could be's". not a lot has like. turned out well for them, in the long run, so they get very wistful about what ifs and maybes - what if he was different, what if i was different, what if she had stayed, what if i had stayed, what if its not too late, what if she made a mistake, what if i made a mistake. they really arent that old, for a high elf at least, but when you come from an immortal race thats a LOT of time to have regrets and wonder if other people have them too

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45. What would they never forgive themselves for?

turning out like their dad

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46. How does your character feel about growing old?

well? they kind of? wont? since high elves in this world are immortal, theyre just going to stop aging at a certain point, but even that is too far off to even conceive of. ive said before that 19 is like the oldest youll ever feel, and i think thats pretty true for erley right now, whos the high elf equivalent. but theyre still EXTREMELY wrapped up in their past and just trying to keep themself on stable ground day to day, they really arent thinking about the future that much

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47. Do they consider themselves funny? How do they use humor?

oh erley knows theyre not funny lmao. and growing up with xander they were always the butt of the joke. through childhood more jokes were made at their expense like DAILY than theyve probably ever attempted to be funny like, in their whole life

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48. What do they want to leave behind?

i mean the things that they worship about their goddess, the goddess of agriculture, are like. serving your community, laying down roots, sustainability, respecting the land, taking care of people. all very much the opposite of the earthmakers and their father. so i think they really just want to like. have some sort of peace and positive impact, even if its small, and not just leave behind a legacy of violence. like i think that really is their whole thing, is just getting to break the cycle. but they arent just some random farmer, just another worshiper. theyre her paladin. and theyre still very much trying to figure out what that means and exactly what she wants from them

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49. Do they talk to themselves?

they don't. maybe they did when they were a really little kid, if they got lonely and no one was around. but with the earthmakers, someone was always around, and erleys thoughts about everything were really not safe to say out loud in that environment. nowadays, if theyre talking to no one, its to their goddess. but she hasnt answered in a long time

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50. What is their native language? If they know multiple languages, how do they speak/act differently?

their native language is elvish. they are also fluent in goblin and orcish since a lot of the earthmakers territory overlapped with goblin and orc settlements, and so those were frequent targets for raids. they for sure only picked up their current accent in common and still speak in their native one in the other languages. they are also marginally better at writing and reading in elvish, but their dyslexia is especially bad in common, which is what led to them full butchering the spelling of their translated name lmao

[kaikaikitanmp3]

Excuse me while I toss a bunch of questions at you. I am all here for the rants.

How would you end BSD?

Would you change the ending of Death Note?

Unpopular opinion about Alois Trancy?

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

hey bestie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

how dare you apologize for that >:( you know you’re my favourite ranter too!!

How would you end BSD?

lmao no idea. at this point it’s really hard to tell who’s gonna die and who’s not, i think the only person i know for sure will stay alive no matter what is atsushi (wack). i’d like to see fyozai ending each other though, it would be one of the most epic things ever, idk, i would not be at peace if one of them stays alive while the other has to perish. i also don’t quite see them both well and alive at the end of the whole thing. i’d like to see fukuchi destroyed, i want to see fedya laughing at his face and telling him he’s been used like any other person, it would satisfying yea. you know, it’s really hard to try and think “in-canon”, because my thoughts are clearly kind of different from asagiri’s, but yeah. imagine fyozai world domination though:):))):)))))):):)) jk jk (no)

idk i think we’ve talked about fyodor maybe not quite becoming a good man (god forbid) but perhaps landing a helping hand and getting to assist the ada buuut… i can’t say i imagine anyone or anything worse than him haha so idk what they would all fight against, unless it’s like…the apocalypse or something, with mighty gods and apostles involved, but i don’t think it would be quite in genre anyway. so yes, him and dazai destroying each other so the ada, the pm and the rest stay safe and stuff. being a martyr and being suicidal is the same thing, from one point of view, in the end. oh idk why but i really would like to see sigma finding his own purpose in life, i feel so bad for him. actually, no, i want everyone to be happy and safe and in therapy, but no, that would be quite an abominable decision. all that for a happy ending?? no, thank you. i would like to experience a lot of deaths and sacrifices. i think Q will die btw. i’m gonna cry like a baby, but that kid…and i mean it sincerely, but that kid gives off the strongest suicidal vibe, seriously. love them always forever.

oh well, what a mess of an answer. anyway, i don’t think i can answer that properly, i’m very biased bc i’ve read a shit ton of fanfics that were masterpieces, but i think youll understand me anyways. and how would you?? thoughts?? opinions??? please?????

Would you change the ending of Death Note?

no, never. i mean i hate light and i’m glad he’s dead, why would i. L’s death?? heartbreaking, but…no, let’s be real, it was good. it was excellent. it left light lost, confused and lonely, so fuck that little bitch and fuck his god complex.

i feel very sorry for misa, i don’t know if i would change the way she had to end, but that makes a lot of sense, too. no rem, no light, nothing but her shinigami eyes and most horrible memories. maybe it was for the best too, i wouldn’t want her to suffer any more than she already did.

god i WANT to say i’d change mello’s death, but it was top tier writing, too. a stupid death for a stupidly gorgeous boy, and in the end, it all went just like L had wanted: on their own, neither near nor mello couldve defeated light, but together…they could. and they did. mello knew exactly what was doing and what he signed up for, he knew he’d have to go after leaving takada like that, let’s not forget that he was one of the smartest people ever, just like L and near, and knowing this all…brings me peace, yea.

i have a lot of feelings towards ryuk too, i mean, if you look at that, he’s always been an outcast in the world of shinigamis, and the way he sat the after light’s death……he looked quite sad haha. now i’m not saying that he was attached to light, i don’t think light would be capable of awaking anything like that in someone like ryuk, he was not that kind of a person, not like misa; but i’d like to maybe see ryuk finding someone else to watch and to be amused by, he was quite lovable as a character. and to be compleeetely honest with you, i’ve alwYs been wondering about the whole shinigami situation in general, i mean yeah, they’re gods of death, but they looked quite pathetic in their realm. i wouldn’t be opposed to seeing how their story would progress, i remember thinking about it after my first death note rewatch… idk

would you??

Unpopular opinion about Alois Trancy?

alois📣did📣nothing📣wrong

my little meow meow🥺🥺

idk maybe he wasn’t one of the best written characters in the show, but he sure was one of the most interesting ones. you know how fascinated i am by him, you do. he didn’t deserve all that, fuck claude and his fake ass, hope he, uh…burns in hell?? for eternity?? idk i just hope he suffers a lot wherever he is

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?

no, never. it would be a nice experience, but so far it’s been the other way around, there were so many ships i didn’t mind or kind of enjoyed before they got spoiled for me by, ah…unpleasant ppl

although… a few times i found myself starting to like a ship i used to be indifferent/didn’t know about after learning that ppl i didn’t like hated it. the enemy of my enemy, as they say..

[dyketubbo]

i want to start this post by saying this is all /rp and that if i sound condescending, its probably intentional because im a lil fed up. still tried to be polite but if it fell through, uh, eh. its minecraft roleplay, im not truly heated, and if i thought of myself as being better than anyone for my opinions on blocks attacking each other i think id really have to reconsider my life and how i got here. anyways,

could you imagine if ppl just like actually started blaming things that are unable to control how others feel abt them for like. the way others feel abt them. like thats messily worded but w how people talk about lmanburg its like.. have yall never had something you would fight for? i would absolutely fight for my friends, fight for my family, hell id fight for my fuckin cat, my sketchbook, whatever, because thats mine and others arent allowed to just threaten what i care about for fun

but.. if i start to fight for something, because i care about it and someone else puts it in danger, its not the thing in dangers fault that im fighting for it? the person causing the danger shouldnt be doing that in the first place!! maybe i shouldnt ""have"" to sacrifice my time or wellbeing or whatever for things i care about but i *want* to, because i want to fight for what i care about

so why is it that once l'manburg is something to fight about that its?? somehow a piece of land/an abstract concepts fault that people were willing to fight for it?? it was their thing! l'manburgians had a right to secede, you can argue that it was based in xenophobia and manipulation and that wilbur was never good all along (gross reading, but you can take that up with the avid wilbur enthusiasts, this post isnt abt him) all you want but in the end it started out as a joke. the drug bits were jokes, the people who joined did so willingly, wilbur was barely fuckin present for a lot of his own countrys development, tommy and dreams relationship was friendly (with creepy vibes as dream got more and more stalkerish towards tommy), despite all the claims of No Americans they didnt Do Shit when americans were on their land and it was clear that the americans vs british debate was cc jokes that the characters didnt truly take seriously, the walls were iirc just. to make a good thumbnail or some shit (aka aesthetic), it really was just. a friend group with rules with the friends being little shits sometimes and dream really fucking hated that ig but in the end the l'manburgians really did not have any Special Attitude that made them any different than the average person on that server, they just happened to take a house-wide piece of land and said "hey we want this and its kinda weird for you to say the whole world is yours anyways so we want this to be like. ours. please? please"

but. l'manburg is.. not something you can just Blame. its not a real country with a real system set in place, it was some shit fuckin buildins in some walls and if the characters wanted to fight for it more power to them!! people get so mad (debate wise, not in terms of actually being upset) at the idea that the characters sacrificed things and themselves for their country but theyre. making a choice to fight for what they believe is right. and hell, for a good ass portion they just try to talk through it, thinking war is something you can fight with words when the other side just wants to secretly rig it all with tnt.

blame the people who continued to put l'manburgians in danger, blame dream for being obsessed with some teenager and placing way more symbolic power in the damn discs than tommy ever did, blame the dream team for rigging l'manburg with tnt and blowing it all up, blame dteam and eret for the fcr (which is the real start of wilburs downwards spiral. he was not always unstable, because thats not how human beings work. theres a difference between dream always having a similar motif of "this is fun" and wilbur actively showing clear differences in how he acts with each time he logs on), blame the people who constantly tried (and succeeded) to rip l'manburg from its citizens over and over until eventually all there was of the country is a big fuck off crater with a glass covering

but theres no damn point in blaming the country itself. its a bunch of fuckin land. even if you take what it symbolizes (which, for every character that was apart of it, it symbolized family and love and safety and care and trust and it was other people that tarnished that, because symbols dont chunk error themselves) its just. a symbol. its something the characters are attached to, and man, its almost as if the series has been fucking screaming at the viewers that viewing attachments as the problem is the wrong thing to do. should characters "have" to sacrifice themselves for l'manburg? no! and they *don't* have to! its shown repeatedly that they can just fuckin leave if they want to, no one will stop them!

they *choose* to fight and sacrifice and *care* and blaming what they care about for being something thats cared about is just wrong. especially in a situation where the discussion is literal death???? in which most cases were very clearly "person a kills person b" (or in wilburs case, assisted suicide for his last life), aka meaning that.. the murderer is at fault for murder. thats basic cause and effect, it should not be a debate topic to say "if you murder someone intentionally because you want them to stop caring about something you are at fault for murdering them".

like damn, next you mfs are gonna tell me that tommys a bad person because tubbo was willing to let dream kill him for tommy to be free (at least, tubbo saw it that way), and that dream isnt at fault for threatening tubbos life because tommy shouldnt have been so attached to those discs (of which are only important because dream had been using them as a way to have power over tommy and over the narrative), and that tommys bad for daring to care about things, for daring to care about *people* too, because if youre willing to sacrifice for something then its automatically bad.

....

oh.

wait.

thats exactly how people think. no fucking wonder then. you know, with a villain as obvious as dream, youd think maybe the audience would have learned that "attachments bad and fighting for what/who you care about bad because if you didnt care so much you wouldnt get hurt by the people who have been actively trying to hurt you and what/who you care about" is *not* the moral you should be going with when debating whether or not someone is at fault for killing someone when they had every option to Not Do So. watch the mars conflict again and maybe youll understand that the problem isnt attachments, its the people who want to use them against you.

[yoon-kooks]

Witch Hazel- Pt.6

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: FanficWriter!Jungkook, Idol!Reader, College!AU, Angst, Fluff

Summary: There are two students in your art class with a secret: you and the quiet Jeon Jungkook. You’re a problematic idol singer, infamous for your ice cold reputation and perpetual resting bitch face; he’s the artist and author behind the viral comic series based on a certain ice queen idol. After a blowup of destructive rumors, lost motivation and inevitable solitude, you stumble upon Jungkook’s comic and find a new and unexpected light.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: none

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // ?

A/N: i’ve had mixed feelings about the tumblr fic community as of late :/ but heres something to read🥺

-

Holding the boy’s pinky in your own, you stare once more at his drawing of you with your guitar and flower crown—a superhero to those whom you shared your music with.

No. Your music hasn’t saved anyone. You’ve never been a hero to anyone. If anything, you’re the one who needs to be saved. You’d always thought you could grow strong enough to save yourself if you just closed yourself off from the world and did everything on your own. But in the end, that only seemed to hurt you more.

You should’ve known. It’s okay to ask for help, to reach out, to let him in.

“A few years ago, I had a thought. It wasn’t a very smart thought, but I decided I wanted to share part of myself with the world. I thought about the different ways I could go about that, but the way that made the most sense for me was music,” you say, finally letting go of Jungkook’s pinky and making yourself awfully comfortable on a bed that doesn’t belong to you. “So I auditioned for Polar Entertainment. Not to be an idol, but to be a songwriter.”

Jungkook doesn’t say anything, but he nods as if it’s not a shock to him, as if he saw it as “a Y/N thing to do.” At the same time, his gentle eyes wait for you to continue, curious to know what’ll happen next.

“Do you remember the song you heard me singing the other day in the music room?”

Jungkook cracks a smirk and starts singing your song word for word in a surprisingly in-tune whisper. Oh, he remembers it alright, and he’ll apparently never let you live it down. He doesn’t stop until you throw one of the balled-up blankets at his face.

“That was the first time I picked up my guitar and sang that song since being rejected at the audition.”

“I can imagine how scarring that would be. Rejection,” he shudders at the word, though you’re sure he knows little about the feeling with art skills as professional as his. “They really didn’t like you though?”

“They liked certain parts of me.” Your vocals, your beauty, your body. “But not the ones that mattered.” Your music, your creativity, your personality. You.

“That’s their loss,” Jungkook says in the midst of a yawn, practically inaudible. But you heard him.

“Maybe they had a point,” you say, looking up at the ceiling. “Because when I look back to that time, it was quite foolish of me to believe my music would reach anyone when it came from a place of desperation, not my heart. The song was a plea for help, not one that would save others.”

“What made you suddenly sing it again after all this time?”

You grab hold of the boy’s hand and form yet another pinky promise. “Promise you won’t laugh at me for my reason.”

“I can’t promise you that,” he says with the straightest face. He’s ready to burst out laughing again and you know it.

“Then I won’t tell you.” With a hmph, you bury yourself under the fluffiest blanket. You wonder how he would’ve reacted if you told him it was that dang jk.seagull and his fanfic that gave you the courage to sing again, to go back to your roots, to follow your love of creating music. It’d obviously sound ridiculous to admit it out loud, but the joy you feel from reading Witch Hazel is what reminds you of the very thing you want to provide others with—happiness.

And that’s perhaps all the encouragement you needed to start sharing your music again.

“I won’t tell you what it was exactly that made me do it, but I’ll tell you why,” you peek your head back out of the blankets to see the boy still waiting patiently for an answer. “I wanted to move on… from the failure I faced that day. That way, I can finally become that superhero you speak of.”

You place the drawing of your superhero self onto the nightstand so that it doesn’t get crinkled up on the bed. No, she’s not a superhero yet. But she will be someday.

“I’ll look forward to it.”

“You better not tell anyone,” you remind him. “This isn’t something I share with other people. Ever.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he assures you, with not only his words but also his warmth.

“Good.” You smile whilst closing your eyes. You meant to tell him that he could confide in you too, but the warmth pulls you into a deep slumber before you could do so.

-

It’s been a minute since you’ve awoken in someone else’s bed, though this is the first time you aren’t all wrapped up in their embrace. Rather, half the boy’s body is hanging off the side of the bed for dear life while you’re right smack in the middle, all bundled up in one of the blankets.

If you wanted to, you could push him over the edge with the tiniest tap of your foot—that’s how close he is to falling. But as tempting as it would be to get even with the boy who teases you to no end, you opt to quietly check your phone without disturbing him.

To your surprise, you have two new notifications: a text from Seokjin earlier this morning and a late-night update from jk.seagull posted sometime after you had passed out. You’ve always been the type to take care of work obligations before indulging in guilty pleasures, so you open Seokjin’s text first.

6:04AM jinnie “so jimin’s manager reached out to me”

6:05AM jinnie “and you want to collab with jimin?”

7:12AM Y/N “oh yeah i asked him to have his manager contact you”

7:13AM Y/N “but i guess i forgot to tell you LOL”

It’s not that you forgot. You were just hesitant to tell your manager about it yourself. Because if possible, you’d like to minimize your own company’s involvement in this top-secret scheme of yours.

7:15AM jinnie “are you up to something?”

7:15AM Y/N “mayhaps”

7:16AM Y/N “but dont tell boss lady pls”

7:17AM jinnie “shes going to find out one way or another”

7:19AM Y/N “thats true 🤔 ”

7:20AM Y/N “well tbh knowing her, she’d probably approve of the collab anyway since it should clear up those dating rumors while (hopefully) appealing to jimin’s fanbase”

7:21AM Y/N “just dont tell her the logistics of the collab”

7:21AM jinnie “what are you scheming lmao”

7:22AM Y/N “youll see”

7:22AM jinnie “ 😒 dont get me or yourself in trouble Y/N”

7:23AM Y/N “i wont! i promise! 🥺 ”

7:24AM jinnie “okay fine”

7:25AM jinnie “ill arrange a meeting with jimin and his manager to discuss everything formally”

As you move on to the more exciting notification on your phone, you see that the sleeping Jungkook has slipped several inches closer to falling flat on his face. Maybe you’ll save him from his impending doom. Maybe you won’t. But that’ll have to wait until after you see what jk.seagull had to say on his blog.

“do you ever think back to that one time in math camp when a little girl screamed in your face that she hated math and wanted to become a musician instead? apparently she somehow confused ‘musician’ with ‘mathematician’ LMAO”

You aren’t sure what provoked the silly seagull guy to share such a random thought, but you do get a good laugh out of it. After all, you can totally relate as someone who went to math camp one summer despite knowing in your heart what you truly wanted to do-

Wait.

“Jungkook,” you say in a half-hushed, half-urgent tone, though calling his name wouldn’t be what actually wakes him from his slumber. “I think I know who the seagull guy is.”

Thud. You swear on your life you didn’t lay a finger on the boy when he fell, despite all the devilish thoughts you had about it earlier. He fell on his own. You’re innocent. Therefore, you have a right to laugh.

“Are you okay?” you snicker, peering down from the bed at the dazed boy. He might have been the biggest klutz for rolling off the bed and stumbling around to find his glasses, but holy shit. His wild bedhead and scattered blankets across the floor make it seem as though the two of you had a lot more than just an innocent heart-to-heart in his bed last night.

“I’m fine,” he stretches his arms and combs the bedhead out. Yes, he is fine. “But, uhh, what’s this about that seagull guy?”

“I think I know him.” You expect Jungkook to be as excited as you are, but he just seems kind of puzzled—perhaps from his lack of sleep.

“…and how did you come to that conclusion…?” he asks. Or maybe he doesn’t believe you.

“You didn’t see the post! Look at the post.” You join the boy down on the floor and make yourself at home there with your phone and some of the fallen blankets. He leans over your shoulder to read the infamous post you won’t shut up about.

“Math camp?” Jungkook continues to squint at the cryptic message before chuckling. “Also, did that girl seriously confuse musician with mathematician?”

“Stop laughing! That dumbass was me.” Now you wish you had kicked his ass off the bed.

He stops laughing, not because you told him to but because he’s mildly shook. “What?”

You take a deep breath in because you know you’re setting yourself up to be clowned for the rest of your fucking life. “When I was like ten, I told my parents that I wanted to be a mathematician, thinking that word meant musician. So they signed me up for camp that summer.”

“Did you ever stop to think that mathematician has the word math in it and not mu-”

You interrupt the boy’s unwelcomed commentary with an air-punch to his guts before continuing on as if nothing happened. “I was so excited until I got there. It was absolutely mortifying to learn that it was a math camp, not a music camp.”

“I like this story,” he nods with his arms guarding himself in anticipation of another air-jab as you square up.

“Still, I tried to make the best out of the situation since I was actually kind of good at math,” you say. “The camp director even told me I’d make a great math professor one day.”

“I can’t imagine you as a math professor.” He settles down with all the chuckling.

“I couldn’t either, so I ran off to an empty room where I thought I could escape without anyone finding me,” you soften your tone. “But somehow a crying, wandering boy found me.”

“Was it the seagull?”

“Maybe. All I remember was hearing music playing from somewhere outside. I sang along as a way to comfort and distract myself from the whole math situation, but it seemed to cheer up the boy as well.”

“Your voice does have that effect, you know.”

“He told me the same thing.” You can’t help but smile a little at the compliment. “But in that moment, it felt like my dream had a purpose beyond fueling my own desires. And I needed to share it with someone. Anyone.”

“So you shared it with the boy?”

You nod. “I told him my dream was to be a mathematician, but he knew what I meant.”

“Did he at least clown you first?”

“He did. He laughed right in my face, and at first I thought he was a jerk for making fun of my dream. But after he kindly taught me the difference between musician and mathematician, I announced my actual dream to him and him alone.”

“And how’d he respond?”

“He said it was cool beans.”

“He said cool beans?”

“Those were his exact words, yes.”

“And that was it?”

“That’s all I can remember.”

“So you don’t even remember his name or anything?”

“We never introduced ourselves,” you shake your head. “I don’t remember his face either because it was covered by a hood and long hair.”

“That’s too bad,” Jungkook sighs. “I bet it really was that seagull guy after all.”

“I have a feeling it was him, too.”

It would be nice and awfully romantic if you had somehow crossed paths long ago with the very seagull who continues to inspire your craft with his own. But even if that isn’t the case, you’re content with having that memory and entrusting it with another boy who has done nothing but lift you up.

You lean yourself gently against the Jungkook’s shoulder as you slip your phone back into your pocket, debating on your next course of action. The two of you should be getting ready for class, but that doesn’t sound very appealing. There are other things you’d much rather be doing, like maybe thanking the boy for lending his ear. But for some reason, it’s still difficult for you to say those two simple words of gratitude.

Perhaps it’s difficult because there’s a lot more you’d say than just “thanks man.”

“Can we just cut class and get coffee instead?” Yes, you’ll thank him for his service by treating him to coffee. Unless…? What if this is just your subtle way of asking the boy out on a date? What if he says no because you’ve already spent way too much time with him in the past 24 hours? What if he hates coffee? What if he-

“We should probably go to class to turn in our project, yeah?” Jungkook brings up a good point. But the thing is, you don’t really have your priorities straight at the moment and your mind has only two things consuming it: coffee and boy. “But we can get coffee after class.”

“Ooh, good, because there’s this one coffee shop I want you to try!” You chirp up despite your nonexistent dose of morning caffeine. “It’ll be my treat as thanks for… letting me hog your bed.”

“Oh right... that,” Jungkook hops to his feet and starts tidying up said bed. You help by picking up and folding all of the blankets. “I nearly froze and fell to my death because of that, you know.”

“I saw,” you bite your lip, trying to mask any naughty thoughts that come to mind. Because next time, if there is in fact a next time, you won’t let the boy freeze.

-

By the time art class ends, the weight of the dreaded group project has been lifted and your craving for coffee begins to settle in once more. And apparently, the hunger and excitement is radiating off you because someone has the audacity to make a comment about it.

“Why does your face look like that?” Taehyung teases, but you’re mildly offended.

“Because I’m getting coffee from my favorite café. That’s why,” you hiss but there’s still a hidden glow about you and your excitement. “Coffee is to me as girls are to you, Taehyung.”

“Ooh, speaking of girls, do any cute girls work there?” He strokes his wise man beard. “Maybe I’ll tag along.”

“I don’t fucking know.” And even if you did know, you wouldn’t say yes.

“How boring,” he yawns while nudging the boy next to him. “Hey Jungkook, wanna go on a double date with me? I met a pair of gamer girls, but I don’t know all the nerdy gaming stuff that you know. And think about it, this could be the first time you get laid since-”

“Actually, Jungkook’s getting coffee with me,” you interrupt. And if you had been brave enough to look up at the boy as you spoke, you would have seen the healthy pink radiance on his cheeks.

“Oh, so the two of you are dating all of a sudden?” Taehyung nods, as if he had hit the mark.

Neither you or Jungkook give an immediate answer, probably due to the unspoken yet very apparent shift in dynamics between the two of you as of late. Yes, you’ve developed certain feelings for the boy, but no, you aren’t technically “dating.” You just hope he’s on the same page as you.

“It’s just coffee,” you want to say, but it comes out of Jungkook’s mouth instead. And even though you would’ve said the same exact thing, it hits a little different hearing it from him.

At the same time, coffee is coffee and Jungkook is Jungkook. You need to remind yourself that your craving for coffee with the boy will be satisfied, regardless of whether it’s a date or not. After all, “dating” is not an option for an idol who should only be focusing on her music and fans.

“Which drink would you recommend?” Jungkook asks as you lead him in the direction of the café.

“If you like coffee, all of the drinks are good in my humble opinion,” you say, though you realize you should probably give the boy a few specific suggestions to make his decision a little easier. “You can get a standard mocha or latte if you want something simple. Or, their signature hazelnut coffee is really really good. Or if you want something iced, you should try the cold brew because it’s literally the most refreshing dose of caffeine ever. Oh! But if you’re into something more plant-based, I suggest the maple oat-”

“You’re not narrowing down my options if you recommend the entire menu, Y/N,” the boy chuckles at your coffee enthusiast behavior.

“Well, here’s my thought process: if we go at least once a week after class, you can eventually try every drink on the menu by the end of the school year. Not including all the different types of milk options though.”

“I don’t know if I should be impressed or terrified that you even bothered to do that calculation.” His eyes are bigger and brighter than the sun. “But that must mean you really like coffee then, huh?”

“Of course! Is that even a question?” The snobby coffee enthusiast jumped out real quick. But even beyond the coffee, you did the calculation to see how long your little coffee not-dates with the boy could last before you have to return to your idol obligations. “You like coffee too, right?”

“Not really,” he sighs. Your jaw drops. Who the does he think he is? “Are there any tea options? Or like a banana milk or something?”

“You can’t just walk into a coffee shop and not order coffee.” Is this guy for real? No, he’s just fucking with you. Probably. “I better start reevaluating who I hang out with,” you say with a sarcastic hmph.

“I’m kidding, kind of.” He doesn’t do a very good job of reassuring you of that. “I like… coffee.”

“That hesitant pause doesn’t sit well with me, Jeon.” You raise an eyebrow at the suspicious boy. It feels nice to tease him for once. “Why are you grabbing coffee with me if you don’t love it?”

“I just curious about this coffee place,” he nudges you, “since someone seems to really enjoy it.”

So it’s because of you…

“Good to know I’ve successfully peer pressured you into consuming caffeine,” you hum, playing it off as if his words weren’t absorbed right into your heart. It was never about coffee.

It’s about you and him.

The thought of that makes your heart scream a little, so you hide your flustered face behind your phone as the two of you approach the coffee shop. You have an unread text from your manager.

2:35PM jinnie “good news”

2:36PM jinnie “i set up a meeting with jimin and his manager in an hour”

You stop in your tracks. That’s not good news. Well actually, it is good for your top secret collab. But the timing of it all is anything but good.

“Are you searching up the menu online? Oh wait, you already have the entire menu memorized from A to Z.” He thinks he’s funny. Now is not the time, Jeon. His teasing smile doesn’t disappear until the distress is written all over your face.

How do you cancel a not-a-date date without a proper explanation? How can you do that to a boy who has only ever done you right? The thing is, you don’t have to hurt him.

You can cancel the meeting, you can bail out on the collab, you can disappear from the idol world altogether if you choose to do so. And if you didn’t want to go that far, you could instead tell the boy of your deepest and darkest secret, of your idol identity, and he would surely understand your reasons for having to leave so suddenly for work.

You could do any of those things, but you decide not to. You won’t allow yourself to make such a rash decision, even if it’s the right one. So you decide to keep the meeting, you decide to keep your idol self hidden in the shadows, and you decide to abandon the boy.

[eitelle]

hey! i was wondering if i could get a hq matchup? im 5’4, bisexual, an enfp, cancer sun scorpio moon virgo rising, my favorite color is either green or pink n my fav food is fried rice! to describe myself im basically like, really sarcastic in a to tease my friends, but i’m still very nurturing. i also tend to be very indecscive but im doing my best! GSVSBSB to wrap this up so i dont just ramble, i love making playlists + theatre/acting! i hope this helps, and thank you so much!

HIHI!! so i was writing something for u amd i mf forgot to save but its ok!! u remind me a lot of iwa just sweeter, so ive matched you with: oikawa tōru!!

ok so some hcs:

ok so yall yell at each other bc u both overwork too much :(

def have like such petty arguments pls

fangirls would def like adore you idk why i just feel like it

some would hate u but u cant please everyone 🙄👎

HE MAKES U MAKE PLAYLISTS FOR YOU TWO!!

will help u recite lines when practicing for an audition

he teaches u how to interact w iwa who teaches u how to spike so u can help oikawa w late night practices 🥳👍

mad dog likes u.

and tolerates oikawa bc of u

kinda scared hr using him sometimes but then u ✨ h u m b l e ✨ him so then he remembers youll never be a fangirl 😭🤚

yall are like that it couple that are so cute but mot super popular but also rly popular at the same time

P. D. A. ALL DAY EVERYDAY.

learns how to cook for u <3

very cute couple and he def calls u princess or baby

HIS FITS>>>>>

imagine: tw: angst ｜genre: hurt/comfort

its 11:34 pm and tōru oikawa the “grand king” was still not in your bed with cuddles like he normally was. of course as his girlfriend of 1.5 years, you knew him and he knew you. so u called iwa.

“haji?” you question once the ace picks up after the second attempt of calling him. “is oiks there?” already dreading the answer.

“oh... hey,” you hear iwa say obviously mouthing something to someone near him. “uh- yeah. he is,” he admits with a sigh.

you quickly hang up, keys already in ur hand as u drive to aoba johsais gym. once you arrive iwa is standing by the door, a faint hearing of volleyballs being dribbled on the gym floor and a smack: tōru’s favorite serve. you nod at iwa telling him silently, ‘you can go ive got this. dont worry, im so beating his ass.’

as you storm inside you dont see ur confident, cocky, gorgeous boyfriend practicing serves as you thought you would. instead you see a shell of the man you know, someone staring at their hands seeming to bear the weight of the world on their shoulders frim their posture. as you see what was happening, him comparing himself to kageyama, all anger lf him overworking himself were long forgotten as you rush to him, hugging him as he let out a sob that wracked through his body.

“am i- am i just not good enough princess?” he asks, the chocolate haired setters normally clear eyes swarming with unshed tears. “wouldnt u like someone like iwa more?”

you shush the setter and hug him murmuring how much you love him, why you love him, and why u dint love anyone else.

by the end of the night in the car, oikawa driving, music is blasting, the two of you are singing along; until u yell out of the blue “GODDAMNIT TOORU NEVER EVER DO THAT AGAIN OK I LOVR YOU SO MUCH AND UR OVERWORKING URSELF AGAIN. I WILL MURDER U IF U KEEP DOING THAT.” as oikawa looks at you with admiration and fear in his eyes. “now keep ur eyes on the road goddamnit.”

and the two of you drove home to cuddle some more, conflict resolved.

BRO???? ARTBREEDER!!!

SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG ANON🙄👍 HOPE U ENJOYED !!

[caterinawriting]

The Cost of a Legacy (3)

Summary: He sees her and she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, everything perfect. Well except the fact that they’re growing up during the revolutionary war. Their love will hit many hurtles and what the future has in store may not be what they planned. 

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

Words: 1,576

Still 1771

“John Laurens what did we talk about! You need to focus on your education, not some girl.” His mother scolded him at the dinner table. “She’s not just some girl mom, she's actually agreed for me to start courting her.” He said in a matter of fact way, his father stiffened “And Mr. Gavalanch agreed to this courting? Even after you gave him my resignation?”

“Well I didn’t actually ask Gavalanch but (y/n)-” A snort from across the table, “Of course you didn’t ask cause Gavalanch thinks were trash and would never let you court his pristine daughter.” Henry Jr laughed at his older brother, “Shut up Henry.” He didn’t understand his brothers cruelness. “John, first of all, she is too young to begin courting, secondly you are going to school.” He huffed “Mother she is leaving for Switzerland for who knows how long, I’m going to go.”

“John I said you will n-” His father interrupted “Eleanor let the boy go, he’s right who knows when the girl will be back.” John let out a sigh of relief, at least someone was on his side. “Henry-” His mother ready to argue.

“John if we let you go to Manhattan Friday when you come back you will be fully focused on your schoolwork, those are my conditions.” He eagerly nodded “Thank you, father thank you! And yes my studies will be the most important thing after this, thank you!” He side hugged his father leaving his food half-eaten on the table and ran up to his room to pack.

“Henry sometimes I think you give that boy to much freedom.” Eleanor shook her head, Henry only shrugging continuing his meal.

“Me to mom, me too.” Henry Jr. commented.

Friday Manhattan

“John you’re here earlier then I thought” (Y/n) opened the door letting an excited John in. “Well, we’ve got 45 hours before you leave, not counting the 7 hours each night for sleep.” He dropped his bag and hugged her tightly, “You really have this whole weekend planned don’t you?” She laughed “Yes I meant it you’re all mine for the weekend, you promised.”

“Did I? I don’t remember that.” She joked “Oh you’ll remember in a moment” He began poking at her sides while he still had her captive in his arms “Ahh John!” She laughed trying to get out of his grip, “Do you remember now” He yelled over her laughter still poking her. “Well isn’t this a sight to see.” The loud voice made them pull apart immediately John looking up to Gavalanch.

“3 feet Laurens, you know that. Now what are you doing here on a Friday, I thought you did weekends” He questioned looking for an answer from  either of them. “(Y/n) told me you were sending her off to an all-girls school in Switzerland so I decided to spend her last 3 days with her.” He explained, (y/n) nodded. “Yeah daddy you know how the girls threw me that soiree.”

“Okay, but you’ll be back by curfew.”

“Of course daddy, we’ll go soon. John let me just go up and grab my coat.” He nodded and watched her escalate the stairs to her room. “Son am I correct to assume you were the one who gave my daughter that necklace?” Shit, he did not want to have this talk right now. “Yes sir, just like the one you gave your wife all those years ago.” No point in hiding anything now, she was leaving. “My girl loves to tell that story doesn’t she?”

“I can practically see it taking place in front of me.” He heard (y/n) tell it a thousand times and he wouldn’t mind listening to it another thousand times because every time she told it her eyes lit up with such wonder. “So am I to assume that the necklace has the same meaning as mine did?” Here it was the burning question, what Gavalanch warned him about all those years ago.  

“Yes sir, it does.” He stayed stoned face, trying not to show the fear he had for the older man. “Son let me tell you something, she’s going away for a long time. By the time you see her again, if you get a chance, she’ll be a full-grown woman who can’t even remember how to pronounce your name. Not to mention she’ll be in high-end society for that time, with men better educated than you or your father. Don’t take it personal son but I warned you. She is a treasure and will marry a man deserving of her.” (Y/n) ran down the stair with her coat zipped “What are you guys talking about?” She looked at John who quickly changed his facial expression from shocked to excited.

“Nothing princess just how Johnny here is going to take you to the docks on Sunday since I have a meeting that day, right son?” He patted Johns’s shoulder “Yes, Mr. Gavalanch”

“Oh! Daddy why can’t you come too?” She whined, “Princess I have a very important meeting but don’t worry Ill meet you in Switzerland 2 weeks from now.” She nodded hugging her father before moving to loop her arms with John. “Show my daughter a good weekend son, and make your final goodbye good.” He whispered to John before leading them out the door and closing it.

“Daddy seemed to like you today.”She commented as they left her property. “Yea, he did” John replied still stuck in his thoughts.

“So what’s the first thing on our list?”

Later

“Your quiet.” They ended up having a picnic in the woods but it didn’t take a genius to realize something was bothering John. She ran her finger through Johns’s hair, his head in her lap, a new form of intimacy they developed the past hour. She wondered when she would next get to do this with him, a month, 6 months, a year?

“What?” He looked up at her, he knew he was being quiet but he couldn’t shake what Gavalanch had said to him, was she really going to be gone for that long? Would she even care for him in 5 yea- “John did my father say something to you?”

He gulped, of course she could tell something was bothering him, sometimes he wondered if she could read his mind. He sat up pulling himself from her grasp, he pulled her hands into his, “Do you still want this? Your life is going to change so fast and I don’t want you to be burdened at the thought of me. Youll be so far meeting new people, friends… New men.”

“Joh-”

“Let me finish- I want this, I want you, all of you for the rest of my life. And I know right now you feel the same but in 5 years? My feeling for you can’t change because everywhere I go all there is, is you. But you’ll be in a whole other country meeting new men. Smarter, richer, stronger men. Love, what I’m trying to say is I don’t want to keep you chained, so if you want to be freed just say the word.” (Y/n) was speechless, where had all his confidence gone, had her father really made John feel so small. “John I don’t care how far apart we are in this huge world, I want you. I don’t care what my father said to you, I choose you. You are what I want for the rest of my life too.” He smiled connecting their foreheads.

“Just know that if you ever want to be set free, Ill grant it to you, okay.” He whispered looking deep into her eyes. “I can assure you I will never ask you that.”

Sunday

“3 days went by pretty quick, don’t ya think?” (Y/n) laughed as they walked hand in hand to the boarding dock. “I savored every moment of it John, thank you.” They stood in silence neither knowing what to say to make this moment less depressing, she turned to look at the huge boat behind her.

“You know I’ve never traveled on my own? Daddy’s always with me, its a little nerve-racking going on my own.” She confessed, “Well what’s to stop me from joining you on that boat then? Id hate for you to go alone so I could come with you.” She laughed at him, “Oh John I wish you could, honestly.” “I could you know I have enough to buy a ticket for the boat and I still have my weekend clothes in my bag.” He gestured to his old satchel hanging off his arm. “John-”

“No for real I could come and accompany you in Switzerland, wouldn’t it be nice to know someone there? And I could get a job to provide for myself, for us and we can be together there.” He stopped when he saw (y/n) eyes brimming with tears “John you have to stay, for your family.” She chocked out, she truly wanted nothing more than to agree to his crazy plan, but 16? Too young to give up his life, his shot to become something great. “They don’t need me, my love you need me. I need you.”

“I need you to stay here John.” He sighed reaching down to wipe her glassy eyes. “VIa Albarelle 106 in Geneva right?” She smiled “Yes write every chance you get John.”

“I’ll be waiting for you, my love.” She smiled planting a small peck on his cheek, before turning and boarding the ship.

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Part 3, edited

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Love From The Past

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Summary: jerico reflects about the past, missing an old lover, little does she know theyll be reunited again even after all these years.

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A/n: oh loki I love you so much...and this gifs sending me...and I love the fact that he calls me his little mouse

When I was a kid thought that the myths we are told are true.

I wanted to see the world with Rose colored glasses.

To see the world as this fantastic mystic place.

I wasnt aware however of what pain awaited for me.

when I ran away I thought the world was a dark cold place

the night I escaped I met a boy and he changed everything

i was maybe around sixteen,I was eating my sandwich as I Walked to a hotel, I wanted warm food..

I cant remember how we met, but I do remeber his name

--are you hungry?-- the boy asked me,and I nodded--ill get you something to eat, what do you want?

-- warmffood...--I answered--

--im loki, loki odinson

--jerico...nice to meet you loki--

he smiled and took my hand his were cold, mine warm; we laughed togheter as we ran from rooftop to rooftop,and when we stopped, lofi stole food from a market, a warm stew

--why are you alone?, where are your parents?--He asked me

I looked at him, and he puts his hand on my cheek, and with one look he knew, as if he saw my memories as clear as I saw them

--im...sorry

I took his hand and squeezed it gently--dont be, I got to meet you, because of her...

He laughed endearingly and thats all I remember

Jerico sighed, its been so Many years since lokis invaded New York.

Her heart broke that day, when he saw loki at the head of the army, and how he kept her safe, even with his heart full of hatred,he was still her loki. That mischevious and kind kid she met all those years ago.

She still remembers how he hold her tight as they flew to safety, his long black hair and how it swayed with the wind, he looked down at her with mercifull eyes.

_-- youll be safe here-- he said lifting her face up by the chin Gently-- I wont hurt you my dearest.. ,I dont have the heart to--_

For loki, jerico was his weakness,when their gazes meet he goes back to that kid he used to be back when they first met.

It didnt matter how much hatred he was filled with or how much his desire for power grew,she made him weak, and as much as he acted as if he hated it, he couldnt get enough of her.

When half of the population was gone because of thanos ,jerico was the first to know about Lokis death.

She mourned,and cried one too Many nights.

And now years later, the world is back as to how it was, Back to normal, the other half of the population was restored.

She knew loki was back, thor told her that, and even then, loki never Came to visit her.

Now at night, a cold windy night, she washes the dishes, a knock on the door distracts her, she dries her hands and walks to the door.

When she opens it she sees a Man, long horns of some kind,a bouquet of roses covering his face.

Shes about to say something, but freezes when she hears his voice-- on a cold windy night we met, and its funny to think that after all these years, on a cold windy night shall we reunite-- the flowers move away to reveal loki,with Teary eyes and a melancholic smile-- dont you think my dearest?

Jer hugs him, he hugs back laughing with her as they both cry, he carries her in--oh my little mouse-- he said kissing her,she cups his cheeks as he leans in-- I missed you so much!

Loki lifts jerico up, the flowers left inside a flowerbase with water,he carries her around like a bride.

-- you have no idea how much I missed you, every day felt like millons of years without seeing you..., I longed for your embrace more than what I longed for power in the past...

Jers eyes tear up as she hides her face on his chest, the Man lays down on the bed with her taking off his helmet, he pulls her closer-- youre the most important thing that has ever happened to me..

--Oh loki..--she whispered sniffing, slowly looking up at him.

His breath hitches, oh her gaze, his weakness--every night I wondered when Would you come through that door,with your charm that would leave me defenseless, you have the eyes of a lion...you leave me weak, And at your mercy, I love you loki

Loki smiles pressing his forehead against hers-- you were always my weakness jerico,and I love you for it dearest..

Jer smiles kissing him again, he cups her cheeks,he holds her close as if making sure she was there with him.

He sighs-- I love you my little mouse

--I love you too my little trickster...

Jer falls asleep first, loki looks down at her, sighing, how has he become this soft and weak for this human? He didnt care to answer that question, because he knew, when they first met all those years ago.

He presses a kiss to the top of her head-- my little mouse, youre my weakness, and for that ill protect you, im not letting anything harm you-- he whispers against her hair, smelling the scent.

She was there , he needed to remind himself of that.

And looking at her he softly fell asleep holding her close.

Nothing would do them part now.