#i bawled my eyes out for a good half an hour after watching it

[forleejehoon]

If you're a recent Lee Jehoon fan and feel like his acting is one of a kind, I urge you to watch his full-length movie debut in a piece called Bleak Night back from 2011 if you haven't already! I can assure, it will make you fall for his acting even more.

This movie is defined as a coming-of-age drama and has an overall indie feel to it. It's a story of a group of highschool friends – more precisely, the storyline follows along Gitae's (Lee Jehoon) dad who tries to understand why his son took his own life. Bit by bit, the events leading up to the incident are revealed to the viewers, too. It makes you constantly question "who's to blame?" and I feel like this question is the driving force of the story.

In general sense, this movie is about boyhood. Director Yoon Sunghyun, whose debut work was actually Bleak Night itself, expands on intricacies of relationships between guy friends and masterfully reveals the subtleties of boyhood as a stage of life using long shots, face close-ups and hand-held shaky camera work; it all feels very raw. It's strong, it's bitter, it hurts, yet it also leaves your heart open and warm for some unidentifiable reason.

Jehoon starred in Bleak Night together with Park Jeongmin (first from right in the picture; another genius actor, he does mostly movies though) and the piece is considered to have kicked off both of their acting careers since they showed truly captivating performances.

This movie is a masterpiece in the way it captures nuance and emotion, especially since it talks about feelings of young men who are just entering adulthood – a topic that's still considered rather taboo in this day and age. It's one of those movies you definitely have to watch at least once in a lifetime.

Bleak Night trailer with English subtitles

Fun fact: Jehoon happened to pass out from smoking too much while filming for this project. He said it was because before he didn't smoke at all but suddenly had to learn it for his character.

[vixien11]

BESTIE NEW PROMT JUST DROPPED!!!

Emily gets blackout drunk and writes a 1200 page erotica novel (maybe even longer) that makes her girlfriends (Charlie and vaggie) a mix between turned on and mildly concerned the more they read. The hazbins have a bit of a book club because NO ONE knows what’s in the book not even Emily cause she was completely blacked out. It’s a really good book too, the story beats, the characters, the emotions are all leaving the hotel impressed and gobsmacked.

Hah! Okay I just have to write this. Sorry I took a while to respond!(Totally not going to base the novel after a project I'm working on) Emily: (Wakes up groggily and rubs her face as she lifts her head away from a hard object) Ugh... I need to stop asking Charlie's aunt for beezle juice... (Looks down at the object her face was resting on to find a hardcover book called Weeping Horizons. After a moment of looking at it, she notices it says she wrote the book.) Emily: What? I.. I wrote a whole book..? It looks long. How did I even make it hardcover while drunk!? (She looks the book up and down) Well.. Better tell everyone else about this. Later, the whole crew is circled up around this book, eyeing it confusedly. Emily: Next thing I know, I'm wake up with this book. I don't even know what genre it is... (The Hazbins were looking at the book with awe as the cover had a feathered woman with long, pearly white hair curling around her face. The golden eyes of the women sparked a little bit off blood that was inching down her face.) Emily: But the cover looks like my art style.. Charlie: Alright. We'll just read it then! Can't be that bad. (Opens the book tentatively) An hour later, Angel is the only one immune enough to the contents of the book to read it out loud. Angel: Silk gasp as Phoenix licked the blood on her neck and drew circles on her collar bone... (Eyes widen) Okay.. Dove.. (Points at Emily) How the hell are YOU the one who wrote this..!? (Charlie and Vaggie are both blushing profusely and Emily is burying her face in a pillow) Emily: I DON'T KNOOOOW!! I WAS DRUNK OKAY?! Alastor: (Ears are back in asexual disapproval) Yet you have not one grammar mistake... (Flinches back with a small wendigo screech as he reads ahead.) Angel: Well at least I got the stomach for this. (Clears his throat before continuing to read) Half an hour later, it is Vaggie who is reading while the rest of the Hazbins are bawling their eyes out. Vaggie: (Wipes eye) Orchid knew she had made a grave error.. She knew her girlfriends despised her for every moment she had lied. Lied about her past. A shiver went down her spine as she watched Silk's eyes darken. A whimper escaped her.. (Her voice catches) Husk: (Lip trembles slightly) What the fuck are you doing?! Keep reading, dumbass! Angel: FUCK 'EM, ORCHID! I STAND BY YA!! THOSE BITCHES JUST NEED TA LISTEN TO YA! (Cries into Husk's shoulder) Cherri: Fuck you talkin' about, Angi? She ruined there relationship because she lied! She used to kill off civilians like it was pest control! Angel: (Head shooting up from Husk's shoulder) SHE CHANGED AND YOU KNOW IT!! Charlie + Emily: (Hiccupping and clutching either side of Vaggie for support) Cherri: Angi, I will go to war over this. HER REDEMTION ARC HAS BEEN LAME AS FUCK SO FAR!! Angel: (Dramatic ahh gasp) How FUCKING DARE you!! Vaggie: Is no one going to talk about how fucking tragic Pheonix is!? Like hello? Cursed to never be taken seriously but also is why everyone is still as mentally sound as they are! Charlie: (Wipes face) I am SUCH a Pheonix kinnie... Husk: Keep reading! Vaggie: (Sighs and mentally prepares to continue reading.) Should I keep writing this? :3

[paintbrushnebula]

I saw your peni and Gwen art from a while ago and it's absolutely adorable. And I was wondering if you had any headcanons for the two of them ?? I don't see people talking about them much

Aw hey glad you liked that art! I really wanna make some more comics with spiderverse characters soon. And I just love Gwen and Peni as characters and what their dynamic could be like.

That being said, you've REALLY come to the right place for some headcanons for these two goobers! You've done my heart good with this ask ^_^

Peni had been a part of the society longer than Gwen, but she hadn't remained in touch with any of the OG spider-gang. I wanna read up on Peni's comics one of these days so I can learn more, but I do think Peni had a nasty canon event happen in the past year before Gwen joined HQ. Peni didn't want to talk to anyone, but then one day was at HQ after dark for whatever reason (maybe she just dropped off a successfully captured anomaly). Since Gwen apparently lived at HQ, she was up and find Peni curled up silently crying. Gwen didn't know what to say, so she just started carding her fingers lightly through Peni's hair. Peni let out a little gasp and then leaned into the touch without ever looking at Gwen in the eye. Neither of them said a word. They just sat there. Gwen offered to let Peni sleepover in her HQ dorm room, but Peni declined. Peni avoided Gwen even more after that night. Idk I don't think any of the spider gang from the first film really kept in touch in the past year. I'm sure that changes after ATSV though.

Now after BTSV however, Peni would really open up about everything. And Gwen's now learned a thing or two about being moral support. Peni's (jesus the typos) constantly showing up at Gwen's window at ungodly hours, just an absolute bawling mess, the poor thing. All Gwen has to do is open her arms out wordlessly and Peni just hides her face in Gwen's abdomen and grips her shirt and everything. Gwen says very little, just coos and a bunch of quiet little "it's okay"'s. Gwen's way of comforting people is like she's trying to calm a spooked cat. This is all new for her, but she doesn't seem to realize that she's kinda a natural lol. This time, when Gwen offers to let Peni sleepover for the night, Peni doesn't hesitate.

Gwen spoils Peni rotten lol. Whenever higher authority complains about Peni's antics, or tells on her to Gwen, she'll ALWAYS side with Peni. Miguel could go to Gwen complaining that her little spitfire is hacking into the watches to send unflattering pictures of him to the entire society and Gwen will go "omg she's literally just a bby why can't you just leave her alone."

They do watchathons of bad movies late at night to make fun of them like ya do with ya homies.

Gwen CONSTANTLY forgets that Peni is 15. Like she doesn't seriously think she's a toddler, but she lets the super short anime girl look fool her into thinking she's 12 or something. So like if Gwen sees Peni maneuvering a vehicle, she freaks out for a minute before she remembers, or if Peni is about to a watch a PG-13 movie and Gwen will FLAIL for a hot second.

Gwen hands down a lot of her old clothes that don't fit her anymore to Peni.

Gwen doesn't understand any of Peni's smart sciencey talk, they both know it, but Gwen gives Peni's ramblings her full undivided attention anyway.

(I actually posted this one recently) Sometimes Peni will just walk up to Gwen and stretch her arms out, to signal that she wants Gwen to deadlift carry her by her pits like she's a cat. When Gwen does it, Peni just lets her head hang back and her body go limp like she's dead or smth. Gwen just holds her out like that and goes about her day like normal for half an hour.

they both share an obsession with Pokémon. They make fan covers of the music together.

Thank you for the ask! I love these two sibs ^U^

[daryfromthefuture]

i'm on the train and bored and still have an hour to go, so TIME TO RANT ✨️

and i'm choosing to make a list of bttf scenes i would have done differently/things i would have added because i like disagreeing with bob gale as if i owned this franchise

this is maybe an unnecessary change, but personally, i would have preferred if there were more instances of marty trying to warn doc about his death in part 1. we see it when doc demonstrates the model and then later twice on november 12 (before he writes the letter and then before marty has to leave), but i feel like it would have been more emotionally impactful if he had tried it more than that and only at the very end given up and written that letter.

SHOW DOC PLAY SAX. LIKE BRO. they could have had a concert 😭 imagine doc crashing the dance and playing sax with marty on stage (take this bullet point with a grain of salt, i'm only half serious. but still seeing doc play sax would have been badass)

the most obvious point of all obvious points, add the goddamn lone pine mall hug. the entire fandom agrees it's canon, and i remember a post going around speculating that they did indeed record a hug and keep the secret footage somewhere at universal lmao. but all jokes aside, this hug was SO necessary. every sane person would be waiting for it when watching the movie. marty is literally on the ground, bawling his eyes out, thinking his friend is gone, and us heartbroken audience members don't even get a hug to soothe our souls. i haven't paid much mind to doc and marty's relationship when i first watched bttf, but even past me was expecting a hug. good thing bobby fixed it in the musical

MORE JENNIFER. don't knock that girl out for 75% of the movie, please. she deserved better, and i wish bttf 2 would have put more emphasis on her as a character and how she's like and stuff. i hate to see it, but she's such a surface character that we barely know anything about (in my opinion), and that's just sad. she could very well have gone to the cafe 80s with marty and kept him grounded and stuff.

honestly, i maybe even would have kept that deleted 1985a scene with dave. we don't get to see marty's siblings at all in that timeline aside from a mention from biff, and it would have been interesting to see.

this is quite a jump in time, but i wish bob gale would have expanded on the scene in bttf 3 in which doc tells marty that he wants to stay behind in 1885 because of clara. this might be my fanfic brain speaking, but i see so much conflict potential. it would have been wild to see doc and marty argue, maybe even fight for the first time in the trilogy, and picture the emotional turmoil both of them were going through. if i had been marty, i would have snapped, not gonna lie. like, yeah, i get that doc found the love of his life but after all the lectures he'd given marty and after all those times marty was willing to rip apart the fabric of time just to keep doc alive, that man just goes "sorry marty, i met a woman i fell in love with, thanks for saving my life so i can live it out HERE. you go back home and idk clean my lab" >:(. this will forever be a pet peeve hahahaha

WHY does doc just FLY OFF on that DAMN TRAIN? i have to admit, it is an epic ending and feels sort of celebratory, but how can he say that he had to get his dog BEFORE even MENTIONING marty, giving him a photo, shake his hand as if they were work colleagues and nothing more, and then LEAVE? WHAT??? at least talk to him for a bit longer, tell your best friend where you've been, whether he will see you again and that you cherish him for god's sake. if you already had to give him false hopes by getting on the train only to fly off on the hoverboard later 🙄

[thecameronchronicles]

Inked

TW: Tattoos. Smut. Language. Public sex. 

SUMMARY: Your first tattoo has an unexpected effect…

WORD COUNT: 1400

*Requested*

Anonymous asked:

Request 🤍 Rafe works as a tattoo artist and the reader comes in to get a tattoo on their upper thigh or something

Inked

You had always talked yourself out of it. If not for the pain, than the worry you would regret it after the rush of adrenaline had settled. As it was permanent. A promise worn as a brand of temporary pain for a lifetime of scarring as a physical accompaniment. But after a drink or two, you found yourself giving your request to the owner of the local tattoo shop before you were directed beyond a half wall. 

The shop itself was just large enough for three small cubicles all divided by a half wall. Each section was decorated with artistic inspiration as well as the tools needed for the tasks at hand. But you had noticed this. The inks. The gun itself. But not those pair of smokey cobalt hues having lifted as he had been working on some designs of his own. 

"Rafe." He offered his name very matter-of-fact before your request had been reiterated to him as your introduction was made before you were left alone with him. You blamed your nervousness with how you focused on his fingers. Those thick digits marked with ink and stability, and your mind pulling them along your thigh as you bit your lip at the reckless thoughts of a stranger's touch having saturated your panties. 

"You're gonna have to take these off for me...” He spoke sweetly but was otherwise indifferent as he turned to give you privacy as you'd requested the tattoo on your thigh. He would hand back a small sheet, just large enough to cover over your panties. 

"O-okay..." You spoke anxiously as his eyes fought to adore the figure set before him. Tempting curves making making question if it was worth that break in professionalism before be eventually optioned for the 'high road' as the stencil was laid on your skin. 

"How does that look?" 

"Perfect." You admitted, the stencil perfectly straight as he would nod. 

"Good. Now how is your pain tolerance?" You paused. It wasn't as if you'd bawl from the second the needle touched your skin. But it wasn't like you were looking forward to it either. Yet somehow, the latter was untrue as you were curious and almost desperate to feel his touch. Annoyingly so. 

"I can handle it." But as he prepared his equipment, lining up the tip of the gun to your skin, he would smirk as you hadn't noticed the tremble from the anticipation alone. 

"If you want, Emma comes in about an hour if you'd feel more comfortable-" 

"No...I want you to do it..." You spoke unintentionally seductively as he would grin, the brilliance of his smile bringing one of your own. 

"Okay...I need you to try and be as still as possible for me, yeah?" You nodded in understanding as he would begin. Even if his touch was orchestrated behind black surgical gloves to keep from contaminating you with germs, the weight of it was enough to make you tense beneath him. His eyes flashing to you had only worsened your anxieties as he began to finalize the details of the tattoo as you kept from focusing on him for longer than what was necessary as he would check in with you. 

"All done..." He spoke, your eyes fixated on him as he would look to the front desk, where another client stood at the counter, before lowering to your thigh. For a second, he would blow on the skin, making your breath alter, before you swallowed hard, and his eyes drained of innocence that was replaced by an abundance of lust. 

"I just have to wrap it..." He explained, acting as if he hadn't just made your panties soaked through, before you watched him pull plastic wrap over his knee and a gel. He was slow with his movements, gliding the gel over your wound, before teasing the line of your panties. Withdrawing before contact could be made, he pulled the wrap to view. 

"Can you put your foot on my knee?" He asked, forcing you to part your legs to obey, the wrap keeping you modest pushed between your legs, as he wrapped your thigh with the protective covering. 

"I'll be back in 20..." The owner spoke as Rafe's eyes suddenly lit with mischief while you two were left alone. Not a client in sight aside from the one whose legs widened further as his hands rose higher up your skin. 

"It may help the burn if you massage around it. Not on the tattoo itself because it needs ro heal...but...around it...: His thumb pressed closer to your thigh as you looked towards the door. 

"Maybe someone can help...Maybe..." His thumb's pad was now beneath your panties and moving closer closer your sex. 

"Distract you from the pain..." You nodded as he made contact with your clit. 

"Mmm..." He moaned with a smirk. 

"You want that?" Your hand wrapped around his wrist before he pulled that finger into a curve. 

"Gonna want to rub-" Your other hand moved to his shirt, fisting it until it was gathered enough to pull him to you. 

"Gotta make this quick...don't want anyone else to hear those pretty little moans I'm gonna pull from you..." You nodded before feeling him take hold of your panties and simply to them to the side as your fingers assisted in his belt. 

"You thought you trembled with the tattoo..." He shook his head, "Just you wait and see until I take you...where anybody can walk in and see you..." The idea has you turning towards the door. 

"Focus on me, sweetheart. Let me distraction you from the pain..." He slipped himself inside of you, his fingers wrapping around the leather of the chair behind you as his pace increased. A hand suddenly pulled into a wrap across your mouth. 

"Moan for me...I wanna feel the vibrations." You obliged as he smirked. "Everytime I feel that tattoo gun in my palm, I wanna think of your vibrations in my hand. Just like this..." You clenched your teeth, nodding as the idea was nearly too euphoric for you as your eyes rolled. 

"Have half a mind to make you squirt on that chair..." You were suddenly lifted over him until he rested on his stool, left in reliance on his grip and the direction as he rode into you. His fingers were careful on your new tattoo, teasing but never causing lain, as he guided you to ride him. 

"You feel too damn good...shit-but I think you'd look even better with my cum on that pretty little face.." You nodded. "Only after you come for me…” Your body tensed as he quickened his movements, thumb to your clit,  making stars develop behind your eyes until you stained him with your release. 

"Wanna show me how grateful you are for my artistry" He teased before you nodded, moving onto your knees. 

"Shit-" He breathed deeply, turning his back towards the shop's entrance as you took him with gluttonous enthusiasm. His fingers wrapped deeply into your hair before he pulled himself deeper. The sound of the bell from the door behind him making you pause as he pulled you to choke on Jim. 

"We're closed-" 

"I was looking for someone to-" 

"We're closed!" He spat as his hands wrapped tighter to your hair, the bell sounding in accordance to his release before you were taken between his hands. His cum finalized on your lips and cheeks in a pornographic scene as held have you look at yourself in a nearby mirror. 

"You want any other tattoos? You come to me...got it, sweetheart?" He asked as you nodded. 

"Good....now this is on the house-" 

"Rafe-" 

"Because next time, I'm tattooing you with my name on your other thigh..." You swallowed hard as he smirked, him having branded you in every way possible would leave you stumbling out of the tattoo parlor, a new tattoo and your thighs dripping cum. If only you'd known that was how it had been to get the tattoo, you would have done it so much sooner…

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[no1frogfan]

Picking Kuroo up from the airport

Picking the Haikyuu boys up from the airport - Kuroo Tetsurou

Word count: ~800 Some sexually suggestive language, GN reader

Note: Raced to finish this for our collective special someone. Happy birthday Tetsu <3

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Even after being crammed on a plane for 8 hours, Tetsurou is still maddeningly handsome. His hair is a little more chaotic than normal, but you might be the only person who’d notice. To anyone else, every strand sits perfectly disheveled, bouncing lightly with each stride of his long legs. He’s taken off his suit jacket, carrying it and his briefcase slung over one shoulder. His tie is slightly loosened and the sleeves of his button-down shirt are rolled up, showing off his wiry forearms and hinting at his athletic build. A slim suit vest accentuates his broad chest and shoulders. You roll your eyes as you notice his swagger - no doubt he’s basking in all the appreciative stares. “You’re welcome,” you mutter to everyone enjoying the Kuroo show. You’d let it slip years ago when he first started at JVA that seeing him in a suit did things to you and the man has practically lived in them since - His suit collection now takes up more than half of your shared closet.

He doesn’t see you as he makes a beeline for the baggage claim. You follow him, keeping your distance and debating just how to surprise him when you see him walk up to an elderly man at the baggage carousel. The man is clearly struggling to pull a large black suitcase off the conveyor belt. Kuroo bends down and says a few words, receiving a weary nod before taking his hand out of his pocket and easily lifting up the suitcase. He places it lightly down in front of the man who thanks him before wheeling it away.

Kuroo turns back to the carousel, scanning for his own suitcase. As he spots it, you see a young woman next to him holding a struggling baby. She seems to be adjusting the baby in preparation to pick up her suitcase, but the baby does not want to cooperate, bawling and wildly waving its little hands and feet around while she tries to calm them. It’s all she can do to keep them secure in her arms as they flail about. Kuroo notices her at the same time and leans over to speak. With difficulty, she points out a big silver suitcase passing by on the carousel and smiles gratefully at him when he sets it down in front of her.

A wave of tenderness washes over you as you watch him. His own suitcase is carried past him for the third time while he assists the passengers around him.

You walk up beside him as he spins back toward the conveyor belt, finally ready to retrieve his own bag. “Sorry to bother you, but could you help me grab my suitcase? It’s that red one,” you point.

He wears an expression of momentary confusion before recovering quickly. “Sure, I’m happy to help but I think that one’s actually mine.” He turns and is met with your huge grin.

“Babe!” Kuroo yells with elation, breaking out in a wide smile. He picks you up by the waist and plants a kiss on your lips. “I’m so happy to see you!”

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. The taste of coffee and rice crackers lingers on his lips. “Me too, Tetsu. But you’d better put me down before you miss your bag again,” you laugh.

“What’s one more time around the block?” He jokes, but sets you down gently. You take his briefcase and drape his suit jacket over your arm to free up both his hands to grab the suitcase.

You wrap one arm around his to lead him toward the car. “I saw you helping people with their bags earlier. Since when have you been such a good little boy scout?”

“I’ve always been a nice person,” he answers, mirroring your playful tone.

“Oh?” You lower your voice to a flirtatious whisper. “In that case, maybe you want to help me with something when we get home?”

“I don’t know…” he muses, hazel eyes glinting, “I’ve had a long day and I’m really tired.”

“That’s too bad,” you pout theatrically, “the new kitchen counter got installed yesterday and I was hoping you’d help me christen it, but if-”

“Actually now that you mention it,” Kuroo blurts out, “I’m suddenly feeling a burst of energy! Must be those complex carbohydrates I had for lunch.” His pace quickens, the thought of bending you over the counter propelling each step.

You smirk as you start jogging beside him. “Perfect timing because I think I’ll also need help with the couch, and the office…oh, and the bed of course…”

[sunfudge]

\\HEADS UP 4.2 SPOILERS TO ANYONE WHO HASNT DONE IT

I have to agree with your stance on the AQ. I almost fooled myself into thinking it wasn’t good when the reality was I thought it was amazing but having to see so much grief throughout the quest knocked me out (in a good way). From the first 10 minutes where it was completely reasonable to see Navia break down after staying strong in front of the victims of the sudden flood, and her final bittersweet goodbye to Silver and Melus - wow. I’ve seen people deal with grief and if anything Navia was so damn strong for keeping it together. I’d be bawling for days girl like huh. And if you think about it, with how Fontaine has a strong theme of deception (like everyone is hiding something about themselves), isn’t it refreshing to have Navia who is so incredibly genuine and earnest with her intentions and her want to help everyone? I love her a lot.

Then we were hit with the gradual masking of Furina?

Like - we almost had her open up but then it was revealed we were in the Opera house. This was made worse later on when the traveller saw her inner dialogue during that moment was “surely I’m allowed to put myself first for the first time in 400 years?”. As the human side of Focalor, Furina was absolutely outstanding and selfless. Ohhh my God and the way Furina thinks of her suffering as a kind of “price” or sacrifice to pay for saving Fontaine? Direct contrast to earlier dialogue about how Silver and Melus should not be seen as a mere prices?? FURINA YOU’VE DONE SO MUCH MY LOVE

As much as it pains me that we didn’t get to see her at the end of the AQ to check on her, I guess it makes sense? If you were performing for 400 years and you finally get a chance to crawl away from watchful eyes like you wanted, I think it’s reasonable to just. Want to go away for a bit. But God I really really wish her all the best with finally being allowed to live as herself and not as someone else.

There’s so much to talk about I can’t condense it all. Even small details like a random audience member saying “wait, the death sentence? Isn’t that too harsh? Her only sin was making us!” made my heart clench. Furina begging her people to believe her because she is terrified that they will drown since her facade has been the only thing keeping the flood at bay. AND she will blame herself for not doing enough. Neuvi going “after 500 years, you think I would have the heart to proclaim them as guilty?” Focalor’s goodbye to Furina being “you can now live as a human like I always wished we could.” OUGHHH

Anyway. Wow. I just,,, yeah. I really really liked the quest in all honesty. I needed a good cry and I got it. To each their own opinion, and everyone has a right to not like things in the game. But personally to me this was fantastic.

I'm so glad you sent me this because I'm about to totally lose it about the archon quest in this reply.

Below are further spoilers for the 4.2 archon quest

I totally agree with you on the grief thing, and upon reflection and sleeping on it I think the fact I did this quest all in one continuous sitting over the course of hours added to my previous mixed feelings, just because it was SO MUCH sadness in such a short space of time that it kinda made me associate the quest with feelings of sorrow.

Had I completed the archon quests in parts, having gone away and came back to it later, I feel I'd have handled it better, but I can't stop myself from doing archon quests in one sitting, it's in my DNA to complete them all at once LOL

Navia's bit at the start... Oh it had been about 20 minutes into me playing and I was crying buckets. Full on sobbing.

I play in English and when I tell you her voice actress had RENT DUE because her crying, her voice, everything just broke my heart I literally was like okay great it's not even been half an hour and I'm broken for her, what the fuck.

As soon as I saw Silver and Melus weren't with her I teared up cause I was like they're dead, aren't they? And then I just kept crying anytime they were brought up, and then when they saved her from the primordial sea :(

Navia is a very good character, I love her, she's so authentic and genuine and strong it's made me wanna pull with her purely to spoil her because it's what she deserves.

On to Furina, my heart has ACHED for her since we found out the truth.

I always loved her, and I always thought she did have some sort of plan ever since she reacted with such anger to Arlecchino's insinuation that she was ignoring the prophecy and doing nothing. It was raw real anger from Furina which of course we now understand. It contrasted so harshly with what the game was showing us her acting like, plus Neuvi saying that she is 'taking the prophecy very seriously', that made me go 'we do not know the whole truth', and I was right but FUCK it was in a way I'd never have been able to predict.

WHEN I REALIZED WE HAD TRANSPORTED HER TO THE OPERA HOUSE I STARTED CRYING AGAIN I wanted to wrap her in a blanket and protect her. I totally understand why the trial took place, from the perspective of the other characters there is an impending doomsday that will wipe out the entirety of Fontaine's population, from their perspective it made sense and was justified because they weren't hearing Furina's thoughts and thought crucial information pertaining to the prophecy was being withheld from them, both them and Furina had the shared goal of protecting Fontaine - but that didn't mean that whole section didn't hurt like Hell to complete.

She thought her world was falling apart, after so many years of dedicating herself entirely to this role in order to save her nation she thought it was ALL over and those 146848 scenes (WHICH btw when it changed to THAT number of scenes I was BAWLING, what a hard hitting way to show her continuous suffering in a way that's so impactful) were for nothing.

You know I didn't even realize the Silver and Melus/Furina price thing until you just said it, oh mannnnnnn this fucking archon quest.

It's sore, but you're right - showing her at the end of the quest and us speaking with her would not have made sense. Giving her space after that made the most sense narratively but it definitely also made me feel like we had no sort of closure on her wellbeing (I'm sure her story quest gives us some of that) so that also added to my pain at the end because I was like ... The last time I saw her she was walking through the city as those people yelled 'the prophecy was wrong', and I hope she knows that the prophecy was only 'wrong' BECAUSE of what she did. The prophecy was wrong because of YOU, my love

She deserves a happy and peaceful life doing all the things she loves from now on.

Also, I presume she's mortal now? I'm sure Focalors made the point of saying her existence was what increased Furina's lifespan so like - now she's a whole mortal human being...

There's so many thoughts that have come from this quest.

The Oceanid reveal was so good, like you said that NPC saying her sin was making them, and now believing she'll be sentenced to death for it... Oh god.

The begging, her saying 'believe me I AM your archon' the slow descent into her crying because she believes it's all over when in reality she was FINALLY at the end, the fact she never knew when the end was coming she didn't know this was meant to happen she wasn't aware this was finally the end of her pain

Oh Neuvillette declaring the citizens of Fontaine innocent is one of my favourite moments in the entire game now.

Having had time to process it, I agree, this is one of the best stories in the game and it was told incredibly well and the whole thing was so fucking emotional I felt like I got battered after I finished it.

[ballsmcballserson]

“We mothers stand still so our daughters can look back to us and see how far they’ve come.” -Barbie 2023

(Currently bawling my eyes out starting this)

I finished the Barbie movie today, it was so good 100000/10, with only a few tears leaving me after watching it with one of my best friends. So, like girlies, we left the theatre to get food once the final song was done.

To make conversation on the way to the restaurant, my friend and I started reminiscing about the masterpiece we had just witnessed for the past hour and a half. We had almost got through reminiscing about the entire movie until I remembered the segment of real home videos of women and their daughters.

Suddenly, all I could think was my mom. My wonderful, kind, loving, strong, beautiful, brilliant, stead-fast, humble, genius of a mother who has faced so much more pain in her life than I have.

In school, she couldn’t just get a paid ride. No, she had to work her way through university with two jobs while studying in one of the hardest subjects to learn, yet she still calls it ‘gods language’. She graduated university as the first woman who ever did in that field of study, yet I talk about it more than she does. She pursued and fought almost twice as hard as the men around her, being challenged and contradicted at every turn, but making her way through life and getting a higher pay check than some of those men could even think of. She is one of the most stressed and tired women I have ever seen, yet somehow she is also the most beautiful woman to grace this earth.

All of these thoughts rushed my head as I remembered things from my childhood while walking to food. Suddenly, I felt a sting in my nose as tears filled my eyes until I wasn’t able to hold them is. Eventually, I bubbled over, tears leaving my eyes until I could feel the salt dry on my face and could almost taste my shame when people glanced over to me like I was crazy.

The feeling of sympathizing with your mother is bittersweet. It hurt my heart so bad to think about what she has gone through and how she doesn’t even recognize it. Yet, she fills my chest with pride when I think of all she has managed and done. It’s scary to think that just a few years ago my mom was once a girl like me, probably thinking the same thoughts about her mom, crying on her way to get food, because I do the exact same.

My mom is one of the most powerful women I know, and I love her so so much. If I could describe the overwhelming pressure having her as a mom I’d say: “It is like being a small star next to a blazing sun, always going to outshine me.”

After watching this movie, I now realize that she isn’t intent of dragging my light down, but reminding me that with time and determination, I can become a women bright enough for this world. Even if I can’t reach that, I would be happy being half the star she is, because I want to be her daughter. I am her daughter.

I love my mom and, in the process, I love every single woman who has faced what she has. And I am so proud of all of them, including you.

Women are wonderful.

(I’ve stopped crying, I’m too happy now.)

[raisinghellonstarbug]

OK so I just wished to express this because I don't do it very often but feel the need to right now, even though it's actually hard to do so and put into words so I'll do my best, hopefully without sounding too disgustingly fan girly...

Basically Sam Fender is someone who despite being from a whole different part of England to me, is someone who as a person alongside his music, I could not relate to anymore to than I already do.

I have had the privilege of being able to express my adoration a little and was shocked when he responded to me over Instagram last year, but man I don't think he would even know the half of it if I could actually tell him all of it in person.

I just know I would find it difficult, I would stutter because of nerves and he would probably find it too overwhelming and somehow I would probably make him feel uncomfortable because I am good at that, and I think there's a reason I haven't met my absolute favourite actors/musicians for this very reason 🤣🤣 but yeah I would struggle for probably an hour or two before I would eventually calm down and be able to chat to him like an actual fucking normal person!

So instead I am letting it out to this tumblr void and letting it be here for just my thoughts and for anyone who might be slightly interested.

Sam Fender is like a mind reader. Like he really feels like he knows my life for real. I mean similarities are definitely there where my parents struggled financially when I was a child. I had an estranged relationship with my dad for years despite choosing to live with him when I was 10. My mum walked out on us and I was broken for years. I got bullied at school for years as well and although it's called "Dead Boys", I was nearly a Dead Girl that couldn't be explained, except I just wanted to die at 17.

Seventeen Going Under was really the hitting point for me. I really was 17 and going under in life. I was a mess. And then Spit of You made me bawl my eyes out when I first heard it because those lyrics alongside the music video was just pure dynamite for me, like everything that I wish I could express, but he has done it better than me.

I've considered the music route and have been told I am a good singer and a good writer, but damn, did I struggle to keep myself motivated to teach myself guitar. I did ok but then kind of gave up on it because I didn't think I could get very far.. I was watching my dad have mental breakdowns almost everyday which clouded my motivations. I still consider sometimes whether I try and pick it up again and play at an open mic night. One day I might. The closest I have come as of late so far is on karaoke nights working at the pub and only then do I sing my heart out besides at home 😄

His political views are a part of it too. Our political system is fucked and he expresses that brilliantly too with Long Way Off and Aye. I mean Hypersonic Missiles and White Privilege as well but they're more worldwide explanations. The left (Labour) and right (Conservatives) don't appeal to me either way. We need a whole revamp.

Basically this fella from North Shields is like a gift to me and to many others. I just wish he could know this without me sounding like a creepy fucker. He's just awesome in general really and I guarantee that if I wasn’t so awkward with celebrities and could actually keep my cool when I usually can, I would happily have a good old chinwag with him, just talk about life and have a few bevvies.

I mean hell, the actual dream would be to duet a song with him ❤ he would play guitar and I would sing. It's not expected though and seems like such a long shot to ever actually happen, and while I saw him perform at Ally Pally in London in November 2021, I did not get lucky in catching him after the gig. Maybe one day I will but then he would probably be super famous by then. He definitely deserves all the attention anyway!

So yeah. That was what I was thinking about this morning of all things 😅

I love you Sam Fender, even though you have no idea who I am.

Peace,

Luna x

[365-betterdays]

april 8, 2024 | 12:18am

hi there! you haven't missed much here. i've been spending a lot of time with my friends and my partner. to start,

march 21-23 - i went to vigan with friends. to be specific, thalia (ofcourse, she deserves to be mentioned first. i love that bitch) , -redacted name bc i hate her- , russ, gerah, ash, yana, and mj ! it was fun. the whole trip felt like a turning point for our friendship. we had loads of fun ! lots of laughs, loud noises. we were basically autism, if autism were a group of people.

i had been breaking my back for research. my friends are included, i struggle opening up to them about how much of my soul is slowly dying due to the paper. will open up, but maybe next week.

year book pictorial ! dam i looked semi-like shit. it was a comical experience, so i don't really mind. it was a character developing-ish moment. mj and thalia had my back after i bawled my eyes out over how unready i was. after the breakdown, i was rejuvenated back into being a bad bitch. especially after finding out the class prude student cried over how ugly she was. i haven't gotten that bad yet lol.

joined an outreach program. *i fed the other half* ... i'm joking !

been doing well in school, i haven't had a single absent since March 7, 2024.

i've been recommended to do community service, no suspension for two major offenses: cutting class and leaving school premises without consent. it's honestly fine. i'll be going home from school much later, 4:30pm. i think?

i think i gained some weight. about 3-4kgs. it's all good. i can bounce back with just less eating. we're good. i'm fine (?)

found a special place in my heart for thrifting. oh god. i have no money.

i've been spending more time in hotels with my partner.

taste in music? i've been listening to lovey dovey music. my relationship is in one of its best states - we've been communicating more and dealing with our relationship in a healthier way.

i've been finding myself more lately. but like, "FINDING" finding myself. i've been setting more boundaries and standards for my relationships with other people and for myself. i love it !

more more more gifts from my partner. after the shit i've been through? i deserve this. :) i love malik so much.

finals and grad coming sooon ! college better watch out.

planning to focus MOOORE this summer on myself. i want to spend more time with friends, family, with malik. look at the mirror more often. find what feels comfortable. find my way back home.

cancelled a trip to elyu. i was too damn tired from pagudpud. 12+ hours sitting on a bus did something to my soul. i FELT my ass turn purple.

mj and yana are a thing now. (a thing i love)

ise went by my house last week asking if she could climb my roof. it was fucking crazy. the bitch's dating a mf sex offender. she also used my name to cut classes. crazy !

speaking of, i've been setting more boundaries diba? emphasis: no more squeezing myself into situations where i'm not needed or looked for. no more forcing myself. i know, it sounds kinda icky. this whole statement sounds like i'm screeching "nO mORe Mr. NiCE gUy" in an icky icky voice. but yeah jokes aside, i'm genuinely proud of myself for this one. no more being a push over. more hatred, but atleast?

malik's been helping me out more often. thankfully. i'm so grateful.

people from the past had been reaching out to me lately. it's kinda crazy.

i love legos now. wowowoweee!

went to manila. moa, rizal park, the national museums. you name it! i also had been going to tags more often with malik too.

i didn't know this list would go this far. you did miss a lot.

[rafescoke]

Maybank ; Rafe Cameron (Part 2)

Part #2

Read part #1 here

masterlist

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Sometimes both sides are in the wrong.

Warnings: More angst, mentions of substance, gaslighting!

A/N: you know the drill. . . send requests!

(Y/N) isn’t one to feel jealous easily.

When she dated a certain boy from her school a few years ago, she wasn’t even phased when she had found him kissing another girl at a party.

She simply didn’t care.

But the aching feeling in her when she saw her current boyfriend sniffing a line on the back of a random girl with the perfect house and the perfect clothes and the-

“(Y/N), do you want to come down to the beach with us?”

(Y/N) finally looks up from her novel in which she wasn’t even reading in the first place. Her mind was somewhere else, and her thoughts weren’t put in the context of the book.

“No. I’m not feeling well.”

JJ sighs, fixing his cap backwards and placing himself beside her. He looks over her lap, reading the first few lines of the book his sister’s reading and sighs. 

“I never read, so I do not understand how this whole novel thing works. But I’m pretty sure reading about getting over a breakup won’t do you any good.”

(Y/N) rolls her eyes, snapping her book with a shut. The last thing she ever wants is for JJ to lecture her. She had enough bawling her eyes the past 2 weeks. 

“What time are you supposed to go again? Go.”

She’s grateful, of course, for JJ. He was there for her the whole 2 weeks when she didn’t feel like eating or taking a shower or anything that involved getting out of the bed.

But she feels better now, her hair perfectly up in a hairdo and the red color of her cheeks returning.

She’s not sad anymore.

The feeling evolves into anger.

Of course, (Y/N).

You’re nothing but a pogue.

If there’s one thing Obx is famous for, that will be the annual bonfire. It’s an excuse for every teenager on the island to let loose and to free themselves after a year of studying.

For (Y/N), it’s just another party for Rafe to ignore her.

But she’s not coming down to the beach with him a few distance away, hell, she doesn’t even know if he’s coming.

“What the fuck! You told me you’re not coming,” JJ laughs, giving his sister a side hug. “You look good. You don’t look pale anymore.”

“I’m gonna be sick if you keep saying nice things to me,” (Y/N) rolls her eyes, though her insides are beaming. JJ has always been her number one supporter, and she loves her brother with all her heart.

“Just don’t go to the other side of the beach, okay? All your friends are here.”

And we’re back to him protecting her.

She gets it, really, but she doesn’t feel like a night full of JJ and his friends becoming some sort of bodyguards to her.

The last thing she ever wants is for Rafe to think she’s still weak.

“J, I know.”

He holds both of his hands up, “I’m just saying. I’m by the fire if you ever need me, okay?”

It’s funny how the boy who cried to her over his scraped knee is the same boy who’s trying his best to protect her. Growing up in a dysfunctional family, all (Y/N) and JJ has is each other. 

(Y/N) walks to the music booth, getting so tired over the same artist being played over and over again. She doesn’t feel like listening to Drake all while trying to forget a certain brunette boy from the back of her head.

“Hey, can I get something different? Play the Euphoria soundtrack if you must. Anything other than the songs you’re playing.”

The DJ looks up to her and gives out the widest grin. (Y/N) tries to look away from the charming smile, but her eyes are glued to a pair of blue ones.

“Not a fan of Drake?”

“Nah.”

“Why? Trying to move on from an ex?”

She gulps, “No. Just have a good taste in music.”

The guy licks his teeth, “Touche. The name’s Nate.”

(Y/N) gives him a small grin, “Hm. Can we change the song now?”

Nate raises a brow because god; no one has ever disregard him. 

There’s something about the girl.

“Is Party In The USA good enough for you, princess?”

Her breath hitches. The last time someone has ever called her princess was probably a few weeks ago. 

This is not helping her to get over him.

“Whatever. You’re the DJ, right?” she answers, turning on her heels. “Oh wait, Nate?”

He smiles at her again, and (Y/N) has the urge to slap the smug look off his face.

“Don’t call me princess. You’re not my boyfriend.”

For the past 40 minutes, no Drake song has been playing. The crowd begins filling the empty space in the middle to dance with each other, and (Y/N) has to look away from the couple getting close and leaving kisses down each other’s necks.

She makes her way down to the drinks counter to get herself a beer because she really doesn’t feel like watching another friend of hers kissing their partners while sober. She decides that if she has to stay for another hour of people making out with each other, it’s better if she’s intoxicated.

“Hey.”

(Y/N) turns her back, expecting to see a drunk friend of hers, but the sight of the same DJ from before greets her.

She rolls her eyes, “I’m not asking you to change the music.”

“I know, I guess I started off wrong just now. Let me reintroduce myself. You deserve to know the real me.”

(Y/N) laughs, because this whole thing sounds like something out of a corny Netflix movie. He’s cute, sure, but she’s just not interested.

He removes the beanie he’s been wearing all night, revealing a blonde buzz cut underneath. (Y/N) tries not to stare.

Okay. Screw cute. He’s handsome. 

“Hi, I’m Nate. I’m from New York, and I just moved here.”

She smiles, finally, because he fits the exact image she has of every male teenager in New York. Blonde buzz cut, an unbuttoned blue shirt with a peak of his toned body underneath, and a pair of red shorts. 

A new kook.

“Nate, your kind and I don’t match. You’re a kook.”

He scrunches his face, “They’ve been telling me that shit since the first week I’ve been here-” he steps closer, and (Y/N) can smell his expensive cologne. It’s not the same one she favors on Rafe, but it’s close. “-don’t tell me you believe that stuff.”

Oh.

She grins, “I’m not rich, Nate.”

“So?”

Oh.

“The name’s (Y/N),” she smiles, extending her hand. Nate beams, because finally, after a whole night of watching her from his booth, she finally expresses the most beautiful smile there is. 

“(Y/N), I feel like we’re going to get closer soon.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“I’m not a Drake’s fan either.”

. . .

(Y/N)’s hesitant. 

She doesn’t believe him in one bit, not even when he flashes her the most charming smile ever. 

But he’s not afraid to show her off. She went on a date with him a few nights ago, and she distanced herself from him upon the entrance of the restaurant.

“What the fuck are you doing? C’mere.”

(Y/N) looked up to him, “You don’t have to stay near with me.”

Nate turned to her with a confused expression. “Why? I’m buying you dinner, remember?”

He held her hands in his, and she let him.

Nate pokes her side and suppresses a giggle when she yelps from the sudden touch. He fails, however, when she falls from his bed onto the floor. 

“You’re too ticklish,” he says and helps her up to her feet. Her eyes wander to the band posters on his wall again, being so amazed and surprised by this boy’s taste in music and movies.

“I don’t even listen to half of the bands you listen to,” she says finally, pulling herself down to the empty space beside him. “Do you know who’s Ariana Grande?”

Nate rolls his eyes, “Ha-ha. No. I don’t. Is she the one who sang Despacito or something?”

(Y/N) laughs and her heart suddenly soars. She feels at ease, and there’s lightness in the air, even when they’re in public.

(Y/N) stands up, taking the full room into view again, and walks to the shelf full of pictures of Nate and his family. There’s a picture of him in a soccer jersey, a picture of him playing the drums and then an electric guitar, and-

“Oh my god, is this your girlfriend?” (Y/N) exclaims, picking up a photo frame with a beautiful brunette girl smiling back at her. “She’s so pretty.”

“(Y/N), put it back,” Nate rolls his eyes, standing up from the comfort of his bed and walking towards her. (Y/N) laughs, liking the way his eyebrows scrunch in distress and hides the photo frame behind her.

“(Y/N). . . I’m not playing.”

“No one is playing, Nate,” she laughs, taking a few steps back as he motions forward. “I can’t believe you have a sweetheart back in NYC, Nate.”

“(Y/N), put it back.”

(Y/N) pulls a confused expression, “Put what back?” she brings the frame forward, and expressed a fake sigh. “Oh, this? I was just checking this out-” Nate charges for her and she squeals, running towards the end of his room and watching as he runs in her direction. She panics, looking around for a place to hide, and as her eyes meet his bed, Nate has the same idea in his head.

He pushes her over his bed so she topples over, the frame still in her hands. She yelps, leaving the frame alone and using both of her hands to push his chest away. 

Nate hovers over her, being so close he can smell her sweet scent now, and she looks so good under his yellow lights and in his bed and that goddamn smirk on her face-

“Is she your girlfriend, Nate?”

“None of your concern, princess,” he answers. Her eyes snap down to the cross dangling from his neck, and he can’t do this anymore; not when she looks so pretty under his gaze.

(Y/N) can feel the sudden change in the air now, and the chasing game they’ve been playing suddenly doesn’t look like a chasing game.

He’s like a predator waiting to attack. 

(Y/N)’s eyes look up to him again. “Is she your girlfriend?”

And he connects his lips with her. She gasps from the sudden touch, but after a few seconds, he can feel her kissing him back. 

And for once, she feels okay again. She wraps her arms around him, pulling him close to her and letting his warmth engulfing her.

She feels at peace.

“Rafe,” she whispers, letting the blonde boy trails down to her neck.

Nate pulls away, his lips sore and red after their brief makeout session.

Chest heaving, he steps away. “Rafe?”

(Y/N) sits up, groaning and fixing her hair. “God, I’m so stupid. I don’t mean that, Nate, I’m sorry. Please, don’t go.”

Nate pulls a disgusted face, and it’s the same look Rafe had put in the party a few weeks ago to her and she can feel herself losing again. 

“I’m going out. You can stay here if you want.”

“Nate-”

The door closes behind him, and (Y/N) groans. 

Way to go, (Y/N).

. . .

She hates how bad she feels for Nate.

He has been nothing but a total sweetheart to her, and there she was; moaning another guy’s name and letting him walked out of his own home.

So that’s the core reason as to why she’s standing outside of his house at 10 p.m. on a Friday, letting the heavy rain soaks her whole outfit because of course she would forget to bring an umbrella.

She knocks again, with her fists this time, because she’s certain he hadn’t heard her. For a moment, she’s afraid his father or mother would open the door but after remembering how they’re going to be away for a business trip, she sighs in relief. 

The door opens midway of her banging on the door, revealing a shirtless Nate with nothing but green sweatpants complimenting his legs.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” he groans, tugging her arms in and closing the door after her. (Y/N) attacks him in a tight hug, slightly shivering from the cold rain outside, and after a few seconds, Nate hugs her back.

“You’re okay?”

“Can we talk in your room?”

“Uh, I don’t-”

(Y/N) doesn’t let him give any excuse and she pulls him into the living room, but before she can reach the space, he pulls her to a halt.

“Hey, we can’t go there, I’m kinda, um, doing something. What’s wrong?”

She sighs, “Nate, I’m so sorry, okay? I didn’t mean it when I called you someone else’s name and that’s the stupidest thing I ever did but please don’t go, okay? You’re all I have.”

Nate laughs, “God, you’re really worried about that? I get it, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not.”

“It is, really. But tell me one thing, though-” he pulls her arms, and pins her against the wall. (Y/N) smiles, staring into his blue orbs. “Is this Rafe more handsome than me?”

“Hey man, we really can’t wait-” a voice starts from the direction of the living room, and before (Y/N) can move away, the voice rings again. “Ah. Of course.”

Oh my god.

She misses him too much. His hair is messier than ever, his eyes bloodshot and his nose red. (Y/N) wonders how many lines he did, but judging from the distant look in his eyes, she’s guessing a lot.

“Rafe,” she whispers, getting closer to the boy she missed and letting his smell engulf her. 

“Rafe?” Nate quirks a brow because this isn’t making any sense. Why would she called his friend the name-

Of course.

Rafael is Rafe.

So this is the guy.

His childhood friend is ‘the Rafe’ of the girl he’s starting to fall for.

After so many hours of trying to find the Rafe she accidentally called him, he hadn’t thought of his own childhood friend to be the guy all along.

Growing up, he have been told to call him Rafael up until the day he moved to New York. 

He can’t believe it.

“Rafe,” she calls again, this time following Rafe out to the living room. “Rafe, listen to me.”

“You moved on too fast.”

“I haven’t moved on, Rafe, fuck, I swear I haven’t,” she expresses. “Please. Listen to me.”

“You were mad at me for doing a line from some bitch’s back and you’re, you’re o-out here, under my own fucking friend’s arms and- did y’all fucked?”

“What?” she gasps, “God, Rafe, no. No. I will never fuck anyone other than you.”

“Yeah?” Rafe raises a brow and lets out a shrill laugh. “God, I don’t even know if I can trust you.”

“You can, Rafe,” she steps forward, trying to reach his face with her cold fingers. The anger she felt before suddenly dissipates into the thin air because god, she did not realize how much she has been missing this boy more than anything in the world.

Her everything.

Rafe flinches away, “Stop. Do you know how miserable I am the past few weeks without you?”

“Don’t turn this on me now, Rafe.” “And you’re out here with fucking Nate Hamilton. Jesus fucking Christ.”

“Rafe, it’s not like that,” Nate suddenly steps in, and (Y/N) gives him a warning look not to say anything more. He ignores her, “Are we not going to talk about how you disregard her just because of her status on this fucking island?”

“God, always with your equality shit,” Rafe groans. “You guys deserve each other. I can’t believe you will ever do this to me, Nate.”

What hurt Rafe more isn’t the fact that she was all pinned under his arms, but it was because Nate knew about their relationship. Rafe had told him everything about her ever since they first started dating, and he hadn’t just lost her tonight.

He lost his childhood friend too.

“I’m leaving,” he says, rubbing his nose and sniffing. Rafe isn’t sure how many lines he has done, but his mind is getting lighter and lighter and the lights are turning blurry. 

He can’t stand being in the same room as them. He will fucking drive if he has to.

(Y/N) bites her lips, trying to stop herself from bursting into tears. So they know each other? Why won’t Rafe ever tell her about him? Is this still her fault? She wasn’t even cheating on him. They’re not together.

Right?

Are they together?

“Hey, you’re okay?”

(Y/N) pulls her hands away, stepping away from the blonde boy and walking towards the exit. She has to leave this house as soon as possible. The once comforting bright color of the wall seems so dull and suffocating now, and she longs for the familiar blue paint of Rafe’s room.

She wants Rafe. 

No one else.

Just him.

“Just me?” Rafe smiled. “Hey, hey, I got a surprise for you.”

“Rafe, I hate surprises,” (Y/N) groaned, throwing her head back against the headrest. “You bought me a dress before!”

“Look-” he smiled, showing her a gold ring in a small velvet box. “It’s a ring.”

“Oh my god, it looks like yours!” (Y/N) exclaimed, clutching his hand with the ring and comparing the color. 

“Of course it’s the same ring. You’re my wife, I’m not going to buy you a different kind.”

“Wife?”

“What? Am I not your husband?”

(Y/N) wishes for nothing but Rafe. 

She presses on his contact again, turning her phone downside and moving the speaker nearer to her lips.

“Rafe, please call me back. I miss you, and we can fix this, okay? I didn’t know about Nate and I was so, so stupid. I can never replace you, Rafe. You’re mine, remember? Please. Call me back. I miss you.”

She sighs, setting her phone down on her lap and watches as the rain patters down her front windscreen heavily.

Love is a hell of a drug.

-

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[generalfoolish]

Part Four and a Half: Half-Baked Brownies

Part Four And A Half Summary: In which you have a bad day.

Pairing: Vigilante (Adrian Chase) x F!Reader

Warnings: *All of my works are M for mature so 18+ please; language, language, language, canon typical violence, sexual themes, those are for the whole series--this update is pretty much just fluff.

Word Count: 900

A/N: I'm stalling for time. I haven't made as much progress on part 5 as I would have like and have no time to write today. Have some fluff instead! Enjoy <3

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You paused the movie you were watching and stretched as you stood up; twisting as you made your way to the door, taking your time. You opened the door slowly, wishing you had a peep hole, and were greeted by your favorite guy. His glasses were falling down his nose, and his curls were swept up and wild. He beamed when he saw you, and you stammered out a greeting.

“Hey baby!” He greeted, sliding past you, and turning to shut the door.

“What’re you doing here? You said you had patrols?” You asked, the conversation fresh on your mind. You’d had just about the worst day, one where the specifics didn’t matter, you just wanted to curl in on yourself and pretend to not exist. So, you’d called your boyfriend. It was a new feeling, one that took some adjusting on your part; you hadn’t been looking for another relationship, but Adrian had snaked his way in anyway.

He’d been at work when you’d called, but he took the call, you had heard him say it was an emergency, before you ever told him why you were calling. You had felt so cared for, after such an insanely shitty day, that you hadn’t argued with him, letting him lie to his manager. You’d just told him you’d had a bad day, and wanted to hear his voice. You could picture his grin, and you told him he should swing by after work if he could.

The sigh he had let out nearly broke your heart. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he assured you, it was just that he had to patrol with Peacemaker. You’d understood, sort of. You let him tell you about everything he had on his mind, anything that he could think of, and stifled your laugh when his manager came out to yell at him about being on the phone for so long, and if it was an emergency why was he talking about popcorn kernels being the number one cause of broken teeth?

That had been several hours ago, but now he was here, dressed in civilian clothes and holding flowers and a tupperware container.

“I lied!” He chirped, happily. “I wanted to surprise you, since you’d had a bad day. I read after we talked that people like to be comforted, so…comfort.” He explained, wrapping his arms around you awkwardly, crushing you to his chest despite the stuff in his hands.

“This actually is comforting.” You relented, melting into the hug, his broad chest the perfect place to lose your worries.

“Good! Oh, I brought gifts!”

“You didn’t have to do that.” You argued, as he slipped away from you, and handed you the flowers. They were just a simple arrangement, the ones from the grocery store, but he’d taken care to put it in a small vase, with water. You’d never had anyone actually take that time before. You sniffed them, enjoying their soft, floral scent, and closed your eyes. Your chest felt tight, and your eyes were beginning to burn. You fought the tears back, not wanting to bawl in front of him.

“Peaches, please, I wanted to! Plus, I read that you’re supposed to get your girlfriend gifts, but the article wasn’t clear on what to get. So, I also made you brownies.” He held the container out, and you shifted the vase so you could hold both.

“You made brownies?” You asked, incredulous. Looking at them through the clear container, wanting to eat them immediately.

“Oh, don’t worry! They’re vegan!” He assured you, a proud smile on his face. You returned the smile.

“No, I meant…thank you. I didn’t know you could bake.” You explained, gesturing with the small tub.

“I can’t.” He told you, laughing. “I can’t cook either! It’s a disaster every time. I nearly burned down an entire apartment complex one time making toast.” You opened your mouth to argue, but felt like it tracked.

“Well, I really appreciate this.” You told him, hoping he had a place to go back to. You moved to place the vase on the counter, and pried the top of the tupperware off. The brownies, admittedly, didn’t look like brownies, or even edible, but he’d made such an effort that you had to try them.

“Anything for you, peach.” He told you, beaming brightly and following you into the kitchen.

“Want one?” You asked, picking a brownie up and he laughed.

“No, not at all.” You raised an eyebrow at him, pausing with the crumbly square just outside your mouth.

“Why not?” You asked, narrowing your eyes.

“Oh, I just don’t eat a lot of sweets. You know, for my bod.” You nodded, and took a bite of the brownie. At nearly the same moment as it hit your tongue, he added, “And those are disgusting.”

He was right. They were burnt, and undercooked, all at once. The inside was undermixed, you could see spots of white, which you soon realized wasn’t flour, but baking soda. They were truly gross. You swallowed your bite with a grimace.

“They’re alright.” You told him, not wanting to hurt his feelings, but he laughed and took the brownie from your hands.

“They’re really not.” He argued, pulling you into his chest again.

“The flowers are beautiful.” You countered, and he hummed softly in agreement into your hair. “Thank you for coming over.” You told him, nuzzling into his neck, grateful for him. He tightened his hold around you and placed a kiss on your head. He was right; he was comfort.

tagged: @michi-reads @likedovesinthewnd @strawberriesandknives @uncle-eggy @fictionlandslanddreams @uwiuwi

[hyunsuks-beanie]

TXT when they accidentally use your insecurity against you in an argument

A/N: So I wanted to write something for my babies TXT, and I'm a sucker for angst with fluffy endings.... So, here we go again!

Yeonjun

"I like this dress Yeonjun. And I'm not gonna change out of it, so cut it out," you huff, annoyed at your boyfriend pestering you to change into something else, something a bit less revealing (in his opinion). "Babe no, trust me. This dress isn't all that good. It looked good in your closet, but it's not looking good on you." "Uh huh, and why should I believe that? I tried it out in front of my friends, and they said I looked really nice wearing it," you counter. When he doesn't say anything and just glares at you, you ask him again, "Come on Jun. What is it? Tell me. Give me a solid reason, and maybe I'll change out of it. Although I think there isn't a real reason, you're just being overprot-" Yeonjun loses his cool very easily, and you just crossed the line by pointing out the truth.

"Oh shut up Y/N," he cuts you off, raising his voice. "You're wayyyy too curvy for this dress. It makes you look fat and desperate." When you don't reply, he turns around to see tears welling up in your eyes. It's only then that he realizes what he's said. He just used your biggest insecurity against you, and he can do nothing but watch you run up the stairs to your bedroom, crying. He decides to give you some space, but ten minutes later, he's at the bedroom door, unable to stay away from you any longer. He enters slowly, only to see you bawling your eyes out after having changed out the dress. "Y/N, baby...," he whimpers, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean that. I know I'm a jerk, but I just want to say, you are right. I was being overprotective."

(Rest of the members are under the cut!)

Soobin

"Soobin, stop practicing and eat something. You must be starving," you smile at your boyfriend, who is busy practicing for a comeback. He doesn't reply, and after five minutes, you beckon him again. "Soobin, ea-," he cuts you off by loudly saying, "Gosh Y/N, stop being so clingy and annoying." You're taken aback by his sudden outburst. Your Soobin never talks to you this way. " Soobin I just," you start again, only to have him cut you off again. "Can't you see I'm practicing? Can't you see I have better things in life to do, than to eat with you? I swear, when I agreed to dating you, I didn't know you were such an attention-seeker," he says without turning around.

Needless to say, you walk out the door as soon as he's done talking, and what's worse is that he doesn't even notice. Hours later, once he finally nails the choreography, he looks down at the food, and gratitude and guilt wash over him. He tries calling you, but you don't pick up, and that's when he knows he's screwed up big time. He quickly goes home, only to find you asleep on the couch after having cried your eyes out. He wants to leave you be, but he knows he needs to apologize. So he gently shakes you awake, before saying, "I'm so sorry Y/N. This one's one me."

Beomgyu

"Beomgyu, can we please go out? The weather is so nice!!," you say to your boyfriend, who's busy playing video games. "Maybe later baby. I'm busy right now." "You're always busy," you mutter under your breath, which, thankfully, Beomgyu doesn't hear. He's had a hectic month at the company, and now that he finally had a day off, instead of spending time with you, he's bust playing video games. You are a supportive partner, you really are. But Beomgyu is being really thick right now, and you can't help but sigh. A while later though, you try again, "Beomgyu....are you done yet?," You ask excitedly. You half expected a cold response, but what you didn't expect was a glare from him. "Gosh Y/N, what the hell are you so loud for? It's giving me a headache, and it made me lose the game," he says loudly. "I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't know," you try to reason.

"I have one day off in a whole month, and you don't even have the decency to let me enjoy what I like doing? I don't like going out with you anyway, you're boring," he lowers his voice, but you still hear. Your shock turns into annoyance, as you say, "Oh I'm so sorry. I'll leave you to your stupid game." With that, you walk out the door, determined to not let your stupid boyfriend ruin your mood on such a nice day. Beomgyu decides to restart the game, when another player says, "Dude, did you even hear yourself? Is that any way to talk to your partner? You know they're right man, apologize to them." This manages to knock some sense into Beomgyu, and makes him feel guilty. He walks out of the house, knowing full well you must've gone to Han River. He has no trouble finding you, and as soon as he sees you, sitting on the grass under a tree, he comes up slowly behind you. When you're in his reach, he wraps his arms around you, whispering a soft "I'm sorry."

Taehyun

You like Taehyun. You really do. And so, you're always trying to find ways to talk to him. But he's been busy this week, and you didn't want to come off as too annoying or too desperate, so you decided to hang out with Huening Kai more. He's a good friend of yours, who knows about your crush on Taehyun. You guys have been fooling around for a couple days, and, unbeknownst to you, Taehyun hasn't been liking how close you two seem. One day, you went up to Hyuka, asking him if he wanted to hang out. Taehyun was sitting close by, working on his laptop. He gets jealous seeing you approaching his best friend instead of him, and before the younger boy can reply, he quips, "Y/N, are you always this desperate? First it used to be me. Now it's Huening Kai. Who's gonna be next? Jungkook hyung? Or Jungwon?" You're shocked at this, since Taehyun just called you what you had been trying to avoid being called. "I'll talk to you later," you say to Huening Kai, before turning away and leaving. "Dude, that was totally uncalled for. She's been hanging out with me because she didn't want to disturb you seeing as how busy you are. And look at you, being a total jerk," Hyuka says to Taehyun. It's then that he realizes his mess up, and he quickly gets up, hoping to catch you before you leave. He sees your form about to exit the building, and he jogs up to you before grabbing hold of your hand and turning you around. "Look, I know I messed up. I just got jealous, I'm so sorry," he says.

Huening Kai

Hyuka enters your shared apartment, and soon as you see him, you know something is up. He seems pissed, or actually, beyond pissed. "Hyuka, baby, what's wrong? Did something happen?" "Oh nothing much, just the hyungs teasing me like always," he says in mock nonchalance. You see through it though, and ask, "Why? Should I go fight with them for upsetting you?" You meant this only as a joke, but it's enough to make Huening Kai raise his voice, and say "No Y/N. I don't need your help! I don't need you to fight anyone on my behalf, I don't need you to check up on me, I don't need you to send me food. Quit being so nagging. You're not my mom, so stop acting like one."

You're at a loss for words. You thought that your boyfriend liked being looked after, but apparently, you were wrong. You feel guilty for embarrassing him, for being the reason he's upset. "I-I'm sorry, I promise, I won't nag you anymore. I didn't know you didn't like me looking after you. Sorry I embarrassed you," you say, mustering a weak smile. Even though he had said the same words minutes ago, seeing you repeat them makes him realize how rude he's been to you, when all you've been doing was looking out for him. He hugs you super tight, catching you by surprise. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lashed out like that."

[screamin-abt-haikyuu]

In which Yachi avoids Death several times

Genre: Crack Warnings: Mentions of death and possibly dangerous scenarios but nothing actually happens lol. A/N: Happy Birthday to the sweetest, cutest and one of the most underrated characters in Haikyuu! When I was writing this, at first I thought that I was probably overexaggerating Yachi's panic but I went and watched compilations of her on YouTube and...yeah this seems pretty in character lmao.

I wrote this in an HC-type format because it wouldn't fit well in any other type. Please also enjoy a photo collection our beloved Yachchan freaking out.

➾ It was New Year's and Hinata convinced all his fellow third years to visit the shrine with him.

➾ "It's what all our Senpai did before their important matches and we should honor that tradition."

➾ Tsukki only came because Yamaguchi forced him to.

➾ After praying, everyone decided to pull O-mikuji fortune strips.

➾ "Ooooo I got a good one! What does yours say, Yachi?" Hinata asked.

➾ "I- I- I- IT SAYS I'M GOING TO DIE!!!!!!"

➾ Hinata and Yamaguchi panicked. "WHAT?! Does it really say that??"

➾ It turned out Yachi had pulled "Great Curse", the worst result one can get.

➾ To her, that meant she was going to die.

➾ You know, the logical conclusion.

➾ After a lot of futile attempts to console her, Yamaguchi decided to go a different way. "You know, Yacchan, these are daily O-mikuji. They only tell you how your day is going to go, you have nothing to worry about. You just need to survive the next 24 hours."

➾ A confused Hinata started to counter Yamaguchi, "I don't think that's corr- OW! Kageyama, what did you do that for?!" Hinata asked Kageyama, who had just elbowed him in the ribs to shut him up. Realization finally dawning on him, he continued, "Yes, Yachi, Tadashi is right. The curse will blow over soon."

➾ "THAT MEANS I AM GOING TO DIE IN THE NEXT 24 HOURS?! I AM TOO YOUNG TO DIE," Yachi started bawling.

➾ "No, no. That's not what I meant! You won't die. Look, we all pulled blessings. That means whatever we do, we will succeed in it. We will stay with you and protect you, all right?"

➾ The four of them spent the entire day "protecting" Yachi from then on. It was really good they did because she did have several near-death experiences (/s) -

She clung to the shrine railing, refusing to go down the stairs because she was afraid she would trip and fall and crack her neck.

Hinata and Yamaguchi had to half-drag, half-carry her.

She wouldn't get in a cab because, you know, car accidents.

So, they opted to walk to places instead.

They walked in a formation. Tsukishima rolling his eyes at the front, Kageyama at the back, Hinata and Yamaguchi on the sides, and Yachi in the middle.

Hinata called it the ✨Blessing Shield✨.

Crossing the roads was exceptionally embarrassing, though.

"How about we go and get something to eat? I'm starving," Hinata suggested.

This sounded like a good idea to Yachi until the server put the food in front of her and she didn't touch it because she did not want to die of food poisoning.

Yamaguchi suggested going to his place where he could cook something but he was shut down because he lived too far away to walk there.

She finally agreed to eat chips after checking the expiry date 50 times.

"Yachi, are you okay? You've been chewing on a single chip for the past two minutes."

"Yes, I'm just making sure to crush it properly before swallowing. I don't want it to accidentally get lodged in my throat and make me choke."

"Oh."

It took her more than an hour to finish the entire packet.

They decided to walk to a nearby park and sit there until it would be time to go home.

On the way, Yachi was approached by an old lady.

"Sweet child, could you tell me the directions to th-"

"I'M SORRY."

"Huh?"

"I'M SORRY. I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING FROM YOU, PLEASE DON'T BEAT ME TO DEATH WITH YOUR WALKING STICK."

"What the-"

Once the boys had helped the lady and calmed Yachi down, they started walking towards the park again.

They stopped at a public washroom on the way.

Yachi wanted to go really badly but was afraid to enter. "I will be alone in there. What if I slip and fall and break my head? What if I catch an infection? What if the toilet overflows and floods the entire restroom and I drown? WHAT IF A CRIMINAL IS WAITING IN THERE WITH A KNIFE TO ROB AND KILL ME?"

"All right, that's it. I'm calling for help," Tsukishima said and whipped out his phone. He spoke to someone for two minutes and handed Yachi the phone. "Here. It's Shimizu Senpai."

After talking to Kiyoko for a few minutes, Yachi came back with a smile on her face and handed Tsukki his phone back.

"I'm good now. Kiyoko senpai made me realize I was worried for nothing."

"Th-that's great. So, you're not afraid of dying, anymore?"

"In the future? Yes. But today? No."

The boys heaved a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for protecting me. All of you."

"Of course. Anything for you."

Hope you enjoyed! I really love Yachi and that's why I had chosen to write for her in @meiansmistress's collab event and what better occasion to post this than her birthday?

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[juliasjustanidiot]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 | c!technoblade

the struggles of parenting - c!technoblade x reader

synopsis: technoblade thinks he wouldn’t be the best dad when you  tell him you’re pregnant. However, he won’t know until he does it!

pronouns not mentioned, suggests female.

tw: female pregnancy, demon child

wc: 1.7K

italics represent future activities. This can also be seen as a continuation off of the scent of estrogen which was written previously by @faithajo24.

as you stared at your partner, you noticed the look of uncertainty plastered on his face. you patiently waited for him to process the news you had just told him. you honestly didn’t think it would take him ten whole minutes to process the fact that you were pregnant.

what’s there to process? you have a kid growing inside you, boom. you supposed there was also the lugging around a child that you would have to eat double to feed. going to the bathroom more frequently, random mood switches, and constant feeling of dizziness whenever you stand up, but techno didn’t have to deal with that. all he had to do was make sure you had every single food you craved-- which may change by the hour, but that’s not that big of a deal. he also had to rub your swollen feet sometimes, but hey, he signed up for that when he decided to knock you up.

in eight months, there would be a ton of wailing, a whole lotta shit around the place, and nights of listening to loud crying, trying to figure out what the small child wanted. it wasn’t that bad for him. sheesh.

“techno?” you called out after the twelfth minute passed. he just continued to stare at your stomach with wide eyes. the piglin hybrid hadn’t moved from his spot.

“this is not good.” were the first four words he chose at that moment. a large amount of hurt began to settle as you stared at your partner with disbelief.

“what?” was all you could manage to mutter. an expanding feeling of sadness overwhelming you. techno stared up at you meeting your gaze.

“we can’t be parents! i can’t raise a-a” he struggled to form a sentence, failing at getting out how he felt. the shock of practically being rejected consumed you, any happiness you were feeling before all completely disappeared.

“is there something wrong with raising a kid with me?” anger bubbling through your words.

“you? god, no, y/n! it’s not you! it’s me!” he corrected, standing from his chair, reaching out for you. his heart throbbed as he watched you move away from him.

“fuck you.” you uttered, turning on your heel to go to the exit of techno’s cabin. suddenly, you felt a grasp around your wrist, restricting you from moving any further.

“no, y/n. i’m sorry. that came out wrong.” he paused for a moment. he opened his mouth only to close it.

“yes, techno?” you said, your words laced with poison. whatever he wanted to say, he should get it out now before you start lighting things on fire with your new crazy pregnancy mood.

“i just don’t think-” he sucked in a breath, hesitating. “that i would be the greatest dad.” you cocked your head to the side, listening to his reasoning.

at this point, you weren’t sure if you should be angry at your partner for thinking he would be a terrible parent, sad for thinking himself unfit, or happy that you weren’t the problem. you decided to feel all three. “why?” was what seemed to spill from your mouth.

you didn’t understand how technoblade, the man who took in tommy when he finally recognized dream’s abuse, technoblade, the man who let ranboo move in around the area when he had nowhere to go, technoblade, the man that you loved with all your heart, couldn’t see himself as an amazing father to your child.

techno just stared at you, his red eyes expressing his affection for you perfectly. “why don’t you think you’d be the greatest dad?” you repeated, awaiting an answer patiently.

“well… there’s-there's feeding the kid!” you almost let out a howl of laughter. “what do you even feed something that small? it’s ridiculous! if i were to shove anything down that small of a throat, it would choke and die, alright? what more can i say?”

“please don’t shove anything down our future kid’s mouth.”

“i wasn’t planning on it, but it was just a thought and it can happen.”

“alright, kid.” you settled yourself on a chair in front of your kid who sat in their own chair with a chest in between the two of you to act as a makeshift table. “what do you eat?” you mumbled, staring down the smaller version of your now one month anniversary husband, but less piglin, and more cute like you.

the child just gawked at you with a big toothless grin, absolutely radiating with cuteness. “fuck, techno. it’s doing it again.” you called to your husband who was on the floor above, enchanting some armor for your little one, insisting that they needed protection despite the fact that you’ve told him numerous times that the worst thing that could happen to them is tommy getting ahold of them.

“y/n, don’t look them in the eyes! it’s when you look at them there that they get you!” he called from above.

“too late!” you hollered back, sucked into the action of looking your kid directly in their soft eyes.

with a sigh and a grumble, you heard the creaking of techno’s footsteps coming down the ladder to find you propped up on a chair and staring at your child indefinitely with an expression of utter joy as if you were entranced in their absolute adorableness.

he stalked over, picking up the tiny thing compared to him and holding them against his chest. the baby let out a squeal of extreme happiness. he took the spoon you had set down on the chest in front of you and grabbed a spoonful of the supposedly edible concoction you made for your baby.

you watched in awe as techno spoon-fed your child with a calm, affectionate look towards them. it made your heart swell with solitude.

“and-and changing it! changing the shit holder- the diaper! whatever!” he counted off the next reason.

“the… shit holder?” you asked with a look of half amusement and half confusion.

“shut up, alright? i have no clue how to be a dad.”

as you tried to tug the snuggie on your smelly child’s lower half, you struggled and watched it come undone for what you assumed to be the eighth time.

techno walked over and with a grunt said, “you’re doing it wrong.”

you huffed, “ho’kay, if i’m doing it wrong, you do it then.” you said with some attitude stepping to the side from the changing bench he installed for when your baby needed a diaper change.

he let out a small chuckle before taking over, your baby’s face lighting up when they saw they’re father in their line of sight.

swiftly and efficiently, the diaper was on. correctly. way better than you’d ever been able to do and way faster.

“you’re doing that from now on,” you hummed with annoyance, taking your child into your arms and kissing them on the cheek. “i’m not smelling baby shit for more than 30 minutes, trying to put on a diaper when my husband can do it in one.”

techno was about to protest, but stopped and held a smirk on his face. “then you’re throwing these out from now on.” he pointed to the already used diaper.

your mouth hung open before you closed it and bitterly responded with a “fine.”

“crying. what the fuck am i supposed to do if it cries?! what does it want? food? a diaper change? bouncing? fetch?”

“our kid is not going to act like a dog.” you pointed out.

“what the hell does it want when it cries?!”

the hours of wailing you had to deal with while techno was out somewhere was exhausting to say the least.

you had been left at home with your child for a couple of hours and when they started crying, it went on for hours until they got what they wanted. you had absolutely zero clue whatever the hell they wanted.

you have tried everything. you even managed to get phil, ranboo, and tubbo over to try and help you, but everything the four of you tried never seemed to work. you had come to the conclusion that your child was a demon from hell that would stop at nothing to get what it desired. if the shoe fits…

“have you tried putting your baby in rice?” ranboo suggested with a tone that made him sound like he was being completely serious.

“i’ve heard bouncing a child works! i dunno, i haven’t tried it. we’ve never had to deal with michael like this.” tubbo offered. “he mostly just makes little oinks and hops around everywhere.”

“maybe just throw the whole kid away. honestly, it worked for me.” phil shrugged.

“oh! i have nukes if we need-”

“what the fuck-” you spat as you stared at the three of them with shock. “we are not drowning my kid in rice, i already tried bouncing- it didn’t work, and phil, we are not throwing away my kid. and lastly, we are not fucking nuking my kid. at least, not without techno’s input. i can’t believe the three of you are parental figures.”

a few more minutes passed with more bawling, when your husband finally arrived home. “i could hear my baby from outside the house, why is it crying this time?” you, phil, ranboo, and tubbo all turned your head to techno with expressions that made you all look dead. “yeesh, you guys look terrible.” he commented.

“yeah, thanks, babe.” you mumbled, exhausted.

“you guys obviously haven’t tried hard enough,” techno mumbled, “because-” as he reached for his kid and put them in his arms. the demon in your demon child completely disappeared. “it just wanted attention.”

“what the hell?” you heard phil groan.

the three of you joined him in the groan, making you all sound like the undead. “it wanted you, techno.” you complained.

“good luck with that thing. i’m going to sleep. don’t call me next time it does that.” phil got up and dipped immediately, heading to his cabin.

tubbo and ranboo looked at each other and sighed. “we’ve got our own kid at home and i’m just glad he isn’t a demon like this one.” tubbo sighed.

“and michael’s literally from the nether!” ranboo added. “see you guys!”

and with that, they left you and techno and your child that was exuding happiness in his arms alone. “you are the worst.” you grumbled and climbed up the ladder to go to bed.

“i’d just be a terrible father.” techno said, shaking his head disapprovingly. “i wouldn’t know how to deal with it at all.”

“oh, i believe you, babe. i really do.”

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written by me & edited by @faithajo24​

taglist: @aiyncel   @etheriaaly

[jaekaicx]

quick dont think abt an au where marcy ended up moving away from los angeles and amphibia never happened

dont think about marcy being disappointed abt the box not working and then hating themself for hoping it would work in the first place

dont think about marcy not telling anne or sasha abt moving away til the last second. abt how he just wouldnt be able to bring himself to talk abt it or bring it up. or how theyd hype themself up and try to force himself to just tell them, but couldnt.

dont think abt marcy planning something epic for his last full day in LA, working out an awesome, fun-filled, perfect day to try to make the most out of their last moments with their friends. dont think abt anne and sasha thinking abt how odd marcys been acting or how its strange how… desperate marcy seems today, but brushing it off.

dont think about marcy making every excuse to stretch out the day, trying to stay with his friends for just a couple more hours, another half hour, a few more minutes. how theyd scramble for more things to do and run out of reasons to continue.

dont think abt anne or sash saying they have to go soon because theyve been out for too long and they need to get back before curfew or their parents are gonna worry. dont think abt marcy begging them to stay for just a bit longer, but they just cant stay anymore, sorry

dont think abt marcy breaking and blurting out that “IM MOVING TOMORROW” and this is their last chance to hang out together. or abt the silence that follows

dont think abt the three of them cuddling together during a last-minute sleepover. dont think abt the drying tears lingering on their cheeks

dont think about them waking up early the next day bc “my parents wanna leave early so we can get to the new place before it gets late” and sasha and anne waiting at the doorstep as the wus pack up

dont think abt their final goodbyes. or their final hugs. dont think abt marcy diving into their arms and making annes shirt wet with tears and mumbling how he doesnt wanna leave and theyll miss them and they dont wanna lose them. dont think abt sasha being a bit awkward but trying her best, or anne comforting marcy as best as she can but breaking into tears soon after

dont think abt the group hug lasting for too long. or abt marcys parents calling him saying its time to go. dont think abt the whisper of “i dont wanna let go”

dont think abt anne and sasha watching the wus finally pile into the car. abt marcy trying to pretend theyre not bawling his eyes out, being ashamed abt crying so much.

dont think abt the car pulling out of the driveway as anne sasha and marcy lock eyes through the car window. how marcy holds their gaze for as long as he can from the back seat.

dont think abt anne running after the car, calling out marcys name. or sasha running after her. dont think abt marcy pressed up against the glass, watching as her friends slowly shrink into the background.

dont think abt anne finally stopping as sasha catches up. dont think abt how they can only chase after a moving car for so long.

and dont think abt marcys car turning onto the main road, falling out of sight. gone for good