#i just hate it when he makes lil comments about the weird shit i do when i'm not well!!!

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

trying to politely enforce boundaries with ppl who don't respect u and take everything very personally is literally SO PAINFUL LIKE

I JUST DOn'T WANT U TALKING ABOUT ME LIKE THAT. IT IS A. PERSONAL PREFERENCE. NOT AN INDICTMENT OF U OR A CRITICISM OF UR PERSON. JUST PLEASE STOP

[suguru-getos]

| Bully! Gojo Satoru x F!Reader | Part 4 |

Part: 3 / 2 / 1

Summary: You had just transferred schools, and your first day was an encounter with your new bully. He’s mean, terrifically hot & absolutely a menace. Though there’s more to that personna.

Chapter Summary: After the cafeteria incident, Gojo denies to accept your money in halves, and your primal urges of snapping at him come out after suppressing them for weeks. He’s bored of being a bully because it’s not fun anymore. Why would you give him money like that? Jeez… 🙄

Warnings: Reader is mean and Satoru is mean T_T A/N: Can’t do more than 50 mentions in a post 😭 I’m sorry I will be adding the rest of yall in the comments in the next part. Comments and reblogs are highly appreciated. 🥰

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To be honest, your guts were excruciatingly high yesterday. You essentially ruined everything there is. All your efforts & hardwork to get rid of Gojo’s clutches in vain because you couldn’t control your mouth. After kicking the guy down in the cafeteria, you were called by Yaga and suspended. What else did you expect really? A freshmen kicking a senior? Nope. When Satoru does it you’re sure it wouldn’t have anyone bat a single eye to the ordeal. Another grumpy reminder that — you & the Honored one, are different. Satoru didn’t need to prove it himself.

Cowardice and your name are rhymes right now. All that classes for Taijutsu paid off to recover your leftover shred of dignity, however, you couldn’t fathom the expression in Gojo's face. He looked amused, impressed… weird. Satoru looks weird. He didn't respond when you told him to shove the money up his ass. Now you have to walk the talk. Staring at the wall, you try your best to think of a believable excuse to ask your mom for the sum of money. You check your savings, only 700 dollars. You should probably kill yourself. You can't really ask your mother about this… what were you thinking?

The thoughts are cut off by Satoru's blade like voice in your head. God you hate him so much. So much… if you were ever forgiven for a murder, it would be his. Your mind was tired with everything happening and you could feel the force in your heavy lids lulling you in bed. School next day…

You take your 700 dollars with you, you will tell the bastard that you will return the rest of the money tomorrow. Once you're outside Tokyo Tech, you take a deep breath. Walking inside and ready to be mauled. There he was, standing at the entrance and waving pathetically cheerfully. He loves making you suffer doesn't he? You grit your jaw, walking towards him. "Good morning, Gojo san." You could almost choke yourself for adding the honorific.

"Morning lil shit." He muses, leaning in closer to you until his breath fans over your face. "We were bein' a little too bratty yesterday." He muses, and your face lacks colour instantly. His eyes were launched at your frame without a care in the world. He likes making you suffer, doesn't he?

"So?" He clicks his tongue, smirking in his usual charming way, looking at you through his glasses. "Kneel down and apologize, and I'll forgive you. We can start again, no biggie. See? I have such a big heart." You bite your lip, he has no regards for your self-respect whatsoever.

You finally meet his eyes, gathering your courage to withstand his insults once again. "I have uhm, seven hundred dollars with me right now." Oh you look pathetic fiddling with your bag and giving him the cash you saved for your new laptop. "I will return the rest tomorrow." You sound determined, at least your mom wouldn't pay the full sum of it. It would be bearable.

"I can't shove it up my ass s' too less." Satoru laughs, clinging on to what you said to him. He almost feels sick now. This was unnecessarily dragged to the point of no return, he thought you would apologize and beg him to leave you alone, and he would. Then you'd see how amazing he is and why everyone is in love with him. Why girls wish they could go on a date with him pft- even if he talks to them, they feel grateful.

Here you were, holding a sum of money for the richest boy in school, in the city even. "I'll pay you the rest tomorrow." You managed to speak, and Satoru HATES this.

There is a difference between bullying and teasing and abuse. He crossed that line, not backing down because he hoped you would. You're the first one not to. He feels his chest tighten and a pinching in his throat as you hold his wrist, bringing it closer to you and putting the sum of money on his palm.

His baby-blues widen at that, and it feels like the money is practically burning his skin. It's a reflex with which he yanks his hand away. As if its burning him.

"I don't take half-payments." He managed to come up with that pathetic lie, growling and enraged, walking away.

What a fucking cunt… but hey; at least he didn't bother you for the rest of the day.

During the lunch time, you almost feel liberated that you don't have to report to him anymore. His problem he didn't accept the money. His fucking problem. You stood on your words, almost… you will give him the rest of the money tomorrow and be free of him for good. How amazing… how beautiful to imagine that.

Everyone fears him, everyone loves him. What kinda dude even. Maybe he doesn't have any real friends because he bought them all with money. Tsk…

You take your food and walk to the area where your classmates stood. You are like a walking marvel to them, someone who stood up to her senior and kicked his ass. What you don't know is Satoru Gojo ended all chances of revenge coming your way. What does it take? A simple: 'You have beef with her you have beef with me'.

Lunch is… peaceful, until you notice Satoru walking in the cafeteria, drinking Cola and with his pathetic group of friends. They can rot too.

You looked down, evading eye contact is the best way to avoid any unwanted conversations after all.

You were eating secluded, your only friend sitting beside you who doesn't mind being judged to be around you sitting next to you. "Uh oh, he's coming here." She hummed, getting nervous. You sighed, looking at her and holding her hand gently. "Thanks for your company, I can handle from here, I promise." You wouldn't let her be stomped by the Prince charming. She's been kind to you. "Are you sure?" She asked, and you nodded, patting her shoulder.

Before she could lift her plate, Satoru sat next to you. "I don't remember allowing anyone to leave? Did I?" he smiles, all childish, feigning a harmless look. "Sit. Down." He warns and she instantly sits down. You could feel her hands shiver. No, you wouldn't let her be dragged into this.

"What is it? Gojo san." You looked at him, making eye contact. "Just came to check if you had a spine." His hand lands on your nape, touching and probing the spine bone peeking out. "You do, no?"

You shudder, leaning away a little only to have him hold your neck and pull you close, whispering gravely, "If you haven't paid me back then you can't run off from your job, Pet."

You snarled at that nickname again. "I told you to take the fucking money today and tomorrow." Struggling gravely and looking at him like a wounded lion. He's wounded your pride, your self-respect.

"And I said, I do not pick up pennies. Until then, you do what I say." He chuckled, "Or you're dumb and lack common sense?"

It's been weeks. Literal weeks and you're at your breaking point. Frustration bubbles in your eyes and they gloss up. You don't want this jerk to see you like this. Fucking hell you don't!

"What did I even do to you I don't understand…" You mumble, watching him lean his hand away.

At this point things have been too rotten, and Satoru hates to admit but he just wants to hang out. He can't admit that now after raining hell on you and he's too prideful to. It's not fun anymore, it stopped being fun the moment he asked you to fetch ice-cream and the moment you looked at him with 'expected' eyes when he pulled that stunt in the cafeteria.

"You've been a bitch that's all." He shrugs, looking away. His tone surprisingly tender. "Maybe if you can apologize for being one instead of all this drama and cryin' and victim bla-"

A loud smack echoed through the hall, and Gojo's cheeks had your handprint crisp and clear. "I'm fucking sorry I wouldn't suck your cock and wag my tail around you pathetically." Oh you're losing all of the carefully supressed rage, your patience waning off to nothing. You've been supressing and supressing and supressing…. and now it's erupting out. Dangerously.

Tears fall from your eyes as you look at him, "I hate you so much I wish you could just fucking die! Not everyone's as rich as you ASSHOLE! MY MOM WOULD FREAK THE FUCK OUT AND CALL ME A USELESS PIECE OF SHIT FOR BORROWING MONEY ON RUINING SOMEONE'S HIGH CLASS SHIRT! Not everyone's born with a silver spoon!" People look at you and Satoru both judgementally. You know things have sprung out of hand. "You fuckin- GO! GO AND ASK MY MOTHER AND MY FATHER AND MY BROTHER AND EVERYONE IN MY LAST NAME TO PAY MISTER GOJO SATORU BACK BECAUSE HIS SHIRT GOT RUINED AND HE DIDN'T GET AN APOLOGETIC COCKSUCKING BITCH IN RETURN!!"

Before your senses could take over, you took your bottle and put it on his hair, drenching him. You can't let Karma take care of him, you are Karma.

Satoru only stays silent and Suguru snorts from the sidelines. In a weird, sadistically twisted way, he likes what happened. You just removed some of his guilt with this.

"R-right.." He hummed, "Okay so…" He stood up, extending an arm. "Now that we're even. I think we are…. let's restart. Nyeh?"

"Gojo Satoru." He extends his hand, as if he is introducing himself for the first time ever. Your eyes will fall off your fucking sockets and you will die of an awkward mouth-agape heart failure.

What the fuck was wrong with this dude?

"ROT IN HELL!"

[starryylies]

maybe this sounds a lil weird but could you pls write abt how all of the cod boys (including graves and köing) dating a female!reader WHO SUPER famous like taylor swift level famous.

thank youuuuu💝💝💝

TF141 + graves and könig with a super famous s/o

Hii ong thank u for the ask and sorry for responding late, i was busy :((

I hope it’s to your liking and your ask is awesome not weird dw I love it!

PRICE-

he definitely did not know you were famous when you both met.

Plans dates at home since it’s pretty much impossible for you both to go out

But when you do go out He is crazy protective of you and doesn’t let anyone approach you.

He once told gaz to take care of you when you had to go to the airport for your tour since he wasn’t around.

Proudly boasts about you to tf141.

Gets jealous when he sees younger actors and singers get close to you :(

Asked you to sign papers for the rest of tf141 esp soap.

Takes pictures of you when you’re at your concerts.

He’s definitely the type who puts away your phone when your mood gets sad after looking at some hurtful comment.

Rents an empty restaurant to have a date with you.

He bought all of your albums.

GAZ-

Okay so he’s a total fanboy, he totally knew about you before you guys met.

He fell in love with you the minute he saw you up close

You both met through price when you needed someone to escort you to a stadium safely since there were high risks of you getting hurt

Asked you to sign his album the day you met.

Totally knows all the lyrics to all your songs

Tells everyone his girlfriend is THE BEST SINGER in the entire world

Biggest cheerleader in your concerts.

Defends you on the internet whenever anyone says shit about you.

when you’re in an interview or meeting a fan he’d make sure they don’t make you uncomfortable.

Makes sure you’re safe whenever you guys go out.

He’s a very proud boyfriend :)

SIMON-

Knew who you were when you guys met because of soap but didn’t give a shit. :(

He had to be your bodyguard during your interview and whenever you went out.

Initially thought you’d be a brat but was proven wrong.

Slowly fell for you as he noticed you’re a very warm and genuine person

Is very protective of you

He takes his role of being a bodyguard very seriously and won’t let anyone near you

avoids paparazzi with his huge frame guarding you.

Asked you to sign 4 albums that soap had given him to make you sign.

Doesn’t like other men flirting with you.

Whenever he sees a man flirting with you he’d come behind you to scare them off. :3

Hates it when your back-dancers get too touchy with you.

He is very cautious with you and is lowkey hyper vigilant.

Would never let anything happen to you.

SOAP-

Okay just like gaz he’s a totallll fanboy

He used to have posters of you in his room

Had many pre existing fan pages of you and even blogs where he would post his thoughts on your songs.

Knows all of your tracks and has his own interpretations on your songs.

Will come with you to the backstage and give you a kiss before you go.

Is the type who will fight strangers on the internet if they dare say anything wrong about you.

Would have an Instagram dedicated to you and post your pics together

Will show you off whenever he gets a chance.

Would have candlelit dates with you at an empty park so you nobody can find you.

I s the type who gets jealous of other fanboys.

Takes you out to amusement park dates while you both wear ridiculous disguises. :D

KÖNIG-

This Hulk of a man is so bbg, he loves your songs and sings to them when he’s showering.

He loves hearing you sing for him

Had been a fan of yours since you had started out with your musical journey.

Doesn’t let any fanboy get near you

Gets insecure when he sees you with all your celebrity friends :(

Thinks he’s inadequate for you :((

Definitely walks behind you to scare everyone away.

Will not let any fan even get a picture with you.

Is your make believe bodyguard

He is surprised by why you chose him but he won’t want it any other way.

GRAVES-

Okay this man is so cocky when it comes to you

Definitely boasts about you to the shadow company

Takes you out to expensive restaurants and places just so others can see him with you

Purposely goes through the paparazzi with you so everyone knows you’re his.

Takes you with him to the shadow company just to show you off.

Has allotted men from the company to guard you.

Because of him you have an army of bodyguard’s surrounding you.

Comes with you backstage to see your perform.

Clicks candid pictures of you whenever you’re performing.

Makes you his profile picture everywhere.

[defectivevillain]

struck by your lightning, ch3

reader’s pronouns: he/him

summary: You decide to take advantage of the moment’s respite you’re given. “Okay. Hey, how are you?” You look up, only to find yourself staring at Kaminari Denki. The Kaminari Denki—the idol with over thirty million listeners and sold-out concerts across the world. You’re certain that you’re going to fumble your words several times in front of him. (You're a reporter working at the red carpet of a national award gala. You've convinced yourself that you're doing just fine. At least, you're doing fine until you interview Kaminari.)

here’s chapter one and chapter two [you’ll want to read these first, otherwise this won’t make much sense]

this is a chat-hybrid fic and the formatting was mostly made for ao3. it’s a lil wonky here, so here’s the ao3 version if you’d prefer to read that :)

since it's been a while, here's a refresh of what happened in ch1-2: The reader works at DoubleVision agency and is invited to interview artists at an award show. His interview and interaction with Kaminari quickly goes viral—both because of his flustered reaction at the end and the “Love ya”s exchanged at the end. The reader tries not to think too much of it, until he opens his phone to find a message from an unknown number who proves to be Kaminari himself. The two quickly grow to be friends through frequent text conversations. Kaminari reveals that he has your placard for the event and plans for the two of you to meet up together at the nearby coffee shop…

now, onto the story....

Tokyo Entertainment Fix | @tokentfix

Popstar Kaminari Denki Spotted with Reporter from Awards Gala at Coffee Shop! 

[ coffee1.jpg ] [ coffee2.jpg ] [ coffee3.jpg ]

89k comments | 486k retweets | 1.8m likes

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jj | @dendendenki

ARE Y’ALL SEEING THIS

409 comments | 3k retweets | 18.2k likes

i said what i said. | @ urfavescouldnever

In response to @dendendenki 

seeing what

5 comments | 21 retweets | 451 likes

jj | @dendendenki

In response to @ urfavescouldnever 

THIS [tokentfix.twt] [newsarticle.link]

61 comments | 1.3k retweets | 8k likes

i said what i said. | @ urfavescouldnever

In response to @dendendenki 

I’M SEEING IT NOW HOLY SHIT

4 comments | 808 retweets | 1.6k likes

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Direct Message 

You: have you seen…?

Kaminari Denki: the news article about us?

You: yeah

Kaminari Denki: ah yeah, i saw it

You: i’m sorry

Kaminari Denki: i’m sorry

Kaminari Denki: WHAT

You: i’m sorry

Kaminari Denki: no no no

Kaminari Denki: stop that immediately

You: y??

Kaminari Denki: bc it's not ur fault!!!

Kaminari Denki: if anything, i should be the one apologizing 

You: why??? you didn’t do anything

Kaminari Denki: NEITHER DID YOU

You: ah damn it i see what you did there

Kaminari Denki: damn right

Kaminari Denki: but srsly, i hope the article isn’t messing anything up for u

You: i was gonna say the same to you

Kaminari Denki: oh pls, this kind of shit happens to me all the time

Kaminari Denki: but seriously, are you doing ok?

You: yep all good

You: it’s just more funny than anything else

Kaminari Denki: is the thought of dating me really so bad :(

You: oh pls, that’s not what i meant

You: i just meant celebrity culture in general…  like they’re so obsessed with your relationship status and it’s kinda weird>??

Kaminari Denki: yeah… 

You: sigh

You: so glad i’m just a lowly reporter 🙏

Kaminari Denki: hey, don’t jinx it

Kaminari Denki: plus, haven’t you looked on twt recently

Kaminari Denki: fans are shipping us together

Kaminari Denki: pretty sure there are stan accounts dedicated to you now

Kaminari Denki: not that i would know

Kaminari Denki: or follow them

You: fr??

Kaminari Denki: fr fr

You: deadass?

Kaminari Denki: on god

You: i hate us

Kaminari Denki: same

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Thankfully, that article about Kaminari and you doesn’t actually change much. You go about business as usual, albeit with a strange sense of guilt prickling along your skin when your mind is unoccupied. You throw yourself into your work and try to bury the emotions, but they are never truly extinguished. 

Your conversations with Kaminari are far rarer now, especially as the both of you get even busier. Kaminari is working on releasing his next album and you’re pitching new stories and writing to old acquaintances for features. Even though you throw yourself into work, you still find your thoughts returning to Kaminari. Your relationship with him is currently undefined—your meeting the other day felt like a date, but neither of you acknowledged it. You would love to be more than friends with Kaminari, but you also know that someone as well-known as him doesn’t exactly have the freedom to pursue a relationship and a music career at the same time. Resigned, you slowly push away thoughts of Kaminari until you think you get a good handle on your emotions. 

Until everything you try to suppress comes roaring back.

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 Kaminari Denki | @kaminaridenki

24 hours. [STATIC.jpg]

203k comments | 1.2m retweets | 4m likes

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Kaminari Denki to Release New Album Tomorrow

Arts—Music

2 min ago ᐧ By Janet Drews

Kaminari Denki, award-winning musical artist and popular culture icon, recently announced the release of his new album on Twitter. The Tweet earned over four million likes and 200,000 comments. Listeners are clearly looking forward to the occasion, as #KaminariDenki, #STATIC, and #DenkiAlbum top the Twitter Trending page (#1, #2, and #4, respectively). 

Some fans speculate the new album will be an ode to the rumored relationship between Kaminari and the DoubleVision reporter who interviewed him at the award gala [interview.mp4]. The interaction between the singer and the reporter quickly went viral following live coverage of the event. Digital citizens across the platform searched for explanations for the exchange, and Kaminari fans such as user @heyheyh3y discussed their red-carpet conversation.  

stream lightning by kaminari! | @heyheyh3y okay but is it just me or was there some tension there…  [interview.jpg]: A screenshot of Kaminari standing next to you during the interview.   907 comments | 66k retweets | 256k likes

This album will be a bit different from his previously released music, Kaminari said to Vogue Japan mere days ago. The artist made no mention of a significant other who could bear influence on his new music, despite the fact that he was seen with the DoubleVision reporter at EspressoBeanz but a few days ago—a cafè conveniently located near both DoubleVision agency and UA Entertainment. However, other Kaminari fans, like users @electrstatic and @staticshockwave, weren’t convinced:

⚡⚡| @electrstatic y’all are making such a huge deal about this whole reporter business, as if the same thing hasn’t happened time and time again with literally anyone kaminari interacts with 31 comments | 23 retweets | 700 likes electric boogaloo  | @staticshockwave In response to @electrstatic  THANK YOU. like, when he first got Arata as a manager, everyone was going batshit crazy about how they were dating… and they weren’t. and the way anyone breathing in Kaminari’s direction is assumed to be dating him… it’s crazy 0 comments | 8 retweets | 32 likes

Either way, fans across the world are looking forward to the release of new music from Kaminari.  His new album, STATIC, will be released on Apple Music, Spotify, Soundcloud, and assorted digital platforms at 3 p.m. JST (approximately 10 a.m. UTC). 

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Direct Message

You: heyyy, how are you feeling

You: the album releases tmrw, right?

Kaminari Denki: very nervous 

Kaminari Denki: and yes, t minus 20 hrs

You: awesome!

You: and rly? why?

Kaminari Denki: well… i worked hard on it, and i want ppl to like it

You: okay 

You: will you be disappointed if your fans don’t like it?

Kaminari Denki: a little, yeah

You: but why do you write music? do you write it for them or for yourself? 

Kaminari Denki: 

You: sorry, that sounds patronizing…

Kaminari Denki: no, you’re right

Kaminari Denki: i think i needed to hear that

You: i mean, you clearly worked very hard on it. i’m sure everyone listening will recognize that.

Kaminari Denki: i hope so

You: they will 😠 and if they don’t, fuck em

Kaminari Denki: damn right

Kaminari Denki: thanks <3

You: ofc! <3

You: i have to go eat dinner, talk soon?

Kaminari Denki: yep,, enjoy your meal

You: tyyy haha

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Direct Message

Kaminari Denki: hypothetically speaking

Sero Brain Cells: ok hello to you too

Sero Brain Cells: also bitch do i look like a scientist

Kaminari Denki: hYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING

Kaminari Denki: does a “<3” mean someone is hopelessly in love with me

Sero Brain Cells: jfc

Kaminari Denki: is that a yes

Sero Brain Cells: ur so fuckin whipped

Kaminari Denki: SHUT UP

Kaminari Denki: I TRUSTED YOU

Kaminari Denki: i came to you in my time of weakness

Kaminari Denki: and this is how you repay me

Sero Brain Cells: dude, you gotta tell him at some point

Kaminari Denki: ik…

Sero Brain Cells: and even if you don’t, he’ll probably figure it out soon

Kaminari Denki: wdym

Sero Brain Cells: ur new album. 

Kaminari Denki: what about it?

Sero Brain Cells: half of those songs are so clearly about him

Kaminari Denki: nahhhh no way i kept it hella ambiguous

Sero Brain Cells: ambiguous, huh

Kaminari Denki: shut up

Kaminari Denki: … do you really think he’ll notice

Sero Brain Cells: well, i’m not sure

Sero Brain Cells: you both seem a lil oblivious, so it may be fine

Kaminari Denki: hey 😭

Sero Brain Cells: all love

Sero Brain Cells: but also get ur shit together u raging homo (affectionate, non-derogatory)

Kaminari Denki: oh pls, as if you haven’t been pining for shoto for six business years

Sero Brain Cells: HEY

Sero Brain Cells: …HEY

Sero Brain Cells: HEY 💀

Sero Brain Cells: ik ur stressed rn so i’ll let that slide 🤨

Kaminari Denki: ur right, i’m so anxious

Kaminari Denki: sry for taking it out on u, bro 

Sero Brain Cells: it’s ok bro

Sero Brain Cells: wanna get ur ass kicked in mariokart?

Kaminari Denki: do i want to kick ur ass in mariokart? absolutely

Sero Brain Cells: we’ll see about that

Kaminari Denki: damn right we will

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Kaminari Denki | @kaminaridenki

fucking godly at mariokart [mariokart.jpg]

19k comments | 97k retweets | 347k likes

Sero | @serofucks

In response to @kaminaridenki 

oh fuck all the way off, you had steering assist on

3k comments | 45k retweets | 228k likes

@kamisimpsimp

In response to @serofucks 

OOOOP

47 comments | 430 retweets | 1.4k likes

surprised pikachu face | @kamipikakami

In response to @kamisimpsimp 

gagged and gooped

31 comments | 338 retweets | 2.3k likes

alex | @kaminarunaronari

In response to @kaminaridenki 

what really concerns me is that you main lakitu

2k comments | 134k retweets | 765k likes

stream lightning by kaminari! | @heyheyh3y

In response to @kaminaridenki 

here we are, anxiously awaiting the new album, and this mf is playing mariokart

21 comments | 208 retweets | 809 likes

@kamisimpsimp

In response to @heyheyh3y 

as one does!

0 comments | 46 retweets | 665 likes

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Direct Message 

You: heyyyy

You: it’s release dayyyyyy

Kaminari Denki: when you when you when you whennnnnnnnnnnnnnfdshfkdjs

You: :0

You: looking forward to it!

Kaminari Denki: :3

(Nine Hours Later) 

Direct Message 

You: congratulationsssss!!!!

You: i’ll try to find the time to listen to STATIC soon!!!

Kaminari Denki: thanks :)

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Kaminari stares down at his phone, watching as fans discuss the new album. He has the album on shuffle in the background as he tries to brainstorm some choreography. Kaminari has absolute faith in the talented choreographers that he works with—but he just feels like he needs to do something to combat the restless energy surging through him.  

The feedback on the album so far has been overwhelmingly positive, yet he’s still nervous—as if he’s still waiting for a reaction from someone. Shaking his head, he tries to focus on the choreography he’s creating. But that plan quickly backfires. Within moments, his phone buzzes—breaking him out of his thoughts. Kaminari freezes and immediately grabs it from his pocket, heart thudding rhythmically in his chest as he unlocks his phone and goes to his messages. There’s a series of texts from you:

You: ok, i have time to listen, now! You: gonna listen as i make dinner!!!

Kaminari sighs, trying to calm his racing heart. He doesn’t know what to say or how to say it. Taking a deep breath, he puts his phone back in his pocket and decides to practice some of the choreography for his other songs. Even amidst the music running through the space and the dance moves that seemed etched onto his very skin, Kaminari still can’t help but think of you. 

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Meanwhile, you’re just getting home from work. You hate to admit it, but you’ve been looking forward to listening to Kaminari’s new album for a bit now. It’s especially thrilling to think that you can discuss it with him afterward—hell, he even seems to be awaiting your feedback. The thought is exciting and nerve-wracking in equal measures. 

You decide to change out of your work clothes before starting dinner, so that you don’t have to worry about staining anything. Then, you grab your Bluetooth speaker and place it on the kitchen counter, before pulling up Kaminari’s newest album and tapping on the first song. Immediately, a beautiful, twisting melody reaches your ears and you swear you feel your shoulders begin to relax. You busy yourself with preparing dinner while his voice fills the space. 

Safe to say, the album is incredible. You really like each song you’ve listened to so far—and have found yourself saving each of them to various playlists. Even if you hadn’t spoken with Kaminari throughout the period he was working on the album, you would be able to tell that he put a lot of effort into it. As you expected, that effort shows through in each and every song.  

His songs are rather hard-hitting, emotionally speaking. The fifth song, traces of you , makes you freeze in place. You have to rewind to listen to one particular portion of the song again: 

…and I stand aside 

as you’re washed away  

with the ebbing tide 

I’m so afraid 

of falling out of love 

Sometimes I look up  

at the blinding black night 

and the stars seem to whisper  

your name in the air 

I feel a shiver roll down my spine 

I remember your hand in mine, 

and I’m just so afraid.  

You don’t know how long you stand at the kitchen counter, letting the lyrics slip into your ears and down your skin. This song is so raw and vulnerable. You feel the sudden urge to close your eyes. For a moment, you can almost trick yourself into thinking Kaminari is singing to you, that these lyrics are meant for you and you alone. It’s a foolish thought, but you can’t quite push it away. You feel your eyes burning with unshed tears as you try to picture Kaminari writing down these lyrics. What was he feeling, in those moments? Were his eyebrows furrowed in concentration? Were his hands stained from the still-drying ink of his pen? Was he tapping his foot along to an unheard, not-yet-created melody?  

Something blares loudly, tearing you from your reverie. You blink and look around the room, gasping when you realize you completely neglected the pan on the stove. The pan is smoking and you recognize that insufferable sound to be the fire alarm. You’re quick to turn off the burner. The fire isn’t extinguished. Panicking, you race to one of the kitchen cabinets to grab baking soda. Baking soda, quickly , your mind is practically yelling. You grab the baking soda and haphazardly spread it over the grease fire, relief coursing through you when you see the flames begin to die down. When the fire finally subsides, you look down at your attempt at dinner, only to find a charred pile. You shake your head in disbelief and clean up your mess, before grabbing your phone and skipping to the next song. 

You don’t make the mistake of attempting to make dinner as you listen to the rest of the album, which is a rather smart move, because the remaining songs are lyrical masterpieces. There isn’t a single song on the album that you don’t like. A small smile growing on your face, you open your messaging app. 

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Direct Message

You: i love the new album holy shit

Kaminari Denki: really?

You: yesssss omfg absolutely 

Kaminari Denki: akjdfkjfskdjfsdlkf

Kaminari Denki: which track is your favorite? for research purposes 

You: research purposes? lol

You: my favorite is definitely traces of you 

Kaminari Denki: ah, that’s one of my favorites, too!

Kaminari Denki: and lemme just say: i’m so happy you listened! it means the world to me, so thank you <3

You: no need to thank me—just doing my due diligence as a friend! besides, the new album is incredible!

You: and i promise i’m not just saying that to be nice,,, it’s clear you put a lot of effort into it. 

Kaminari Denki: ahhh stawp ur gonna make me all flustered xD

You: hahaha

You: i do have one critique, though

Kaminari Denki: ooooh ok i’m listening 👀

You: traces of you needs to come with a warning

Kaminari Denki: for what? shit how did i miss that

You: “warning: will distract you from cooking dinner and nearly burn your home down”

Kaminari Denki: wait

Kaminari Denki: you did notttttt 💀

You: I DID

You: i was so distracted i forgot i was making dinner

Kaminari Denki: omfgggg that’s insane

Kaminari Denki: i’ve heard a lot of things about my music, but never that it almost burned a house down and ruined dinner 😭

You: lmfaooo 

Kaminari Denki: i’m so sorry 😭😭

You: it’s not your fault, holy shit

You: don’t feel guilty!!!! if it makes you feel better, it was completely worth it

Kaminari Denki: hmph 

You: i wasn’t rly that hungry anyways

Kaminari Denki: hm hm hm hm hmmmmmm

You: whatttt

Kaminari Denki: nothing i gtg

Kaminari Denki is offline. 

You: o….kay? …bye?

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You exit out of your messaging app and start rummaging through your pantry for something to eat. Nothing sounds very good right now. You don’t have much food left, either—you’re in desperate need of a trip to the grocery store. You’re sure you can make time to go tomorrow, but as for right now… you’re stuck making do with what you have. Truthfully, you’re tempted to order something—but it’s already getting late and you don’t want to wait even longer for a meal when you’re already hungry. 

You walk out into your living room and flop onto the couch, trying to distract yourself from the hunger gnawing at your stomach. Admittedly, your abrupt conversation with Kaminari is weighing heavily on your mind too. You eventually scroll through YouTube mindlessly, if only to keep yourself distracted. You’re not sure how long you sit there before there’s a sudden ringing sound. You frown, wondering if you’re hearing things. 

The sound occurs again, and you realize that someone must be ringing your doorbell. Squinting in confusion, you head to your front door and peek through the peephole—surprised to find a familiar blond singer standing on your porch. You quickly unlock your front door and swing it open. “Kaminari?” You ask, convinced you’re seeing things. You hadn’t made plans to hang out today, and you assumed that your conversation died off because he was busy. 

“Hey,” Kaminari smiles. He’s wearing a sweatshirt and jeans with a pair of colorful sneakers. His bangs are clipped back and his hair is almost glowing in the dim light of your porch. There’s a sheepish smile on his face that is endlessly endearing. “I heard you missed dinner.” He smiles, holding up a few bags of takeout from a restaurant the two of you had spoken about before. 

“You didn’t have to do that,” you say quickly, hoping that you didn’t make him feel as if he had to provide you with dinner. It wasn’t his fault you were distracted. 

“I wanted to,” he says with a smile, dispelling your doubts. “I think I remember your order, but…” He trails off, averting his eyes with an embarrassed expression. “I got a few different things, just in case.”

“I could kiss you,” you breathe relievedly, unaware of the flush that adorns Kaminari’s cheeks as he processes that remark. You motion for him to come in, before locking the front door and showing him to the dining room. You leave him to unbag the food, while you grab plates and utensils. “Do you want anything to drink?” You ask from the kitchen.

“What do you have?” Kaminari asks casually. 

“Water, soda, sparkling water…” You trail off, looking through your fridge for anything else you may have laying around. 

“Water’s fine,” he smiles. You roll your eyes and grab another glass, filling up waters for you both before returning to the table. Kaminari wasn’t kidding when he said he bought a few different things—as it’s all laid out on your table, it looks as if he bought half the menu. You return to the kitchen and grab the plates and utensils you gathered earlier, before heading back. Unsurprisingly, the pile of food on the table doesn’t get any smaller. 

“This is a lot of food,” you remark cautiously. Realistically speaking, there’s no way you’ll be able to finish all of this, and you feel slightly guilty. 

“Oh, yeah,” Kaminari nods, “I figured we would have enough for leftovers, and stuff.” You nod in agreement, before busying yourself with making a plate. 

“So,” you say, once the two of you are settled in and have begun eating. You didn’t realize just how hungry you were until you took a bite of the food. There’s an inexplicable tension hovering over the air, and you’re unsure if you’re imagining it or not. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” Kaminari responds with a nod. “Really good,” 

“Good!” You smile, taking another bite. “Are you topping the charts already?”

He smiles bashfully, poking at his food with a fork. “I think so… yeah.” He’s so humble, and you can’t help but think it’s rather admirable. 

“That’s so cool,” you remark, “I’m so happy for you.” 

“Thanks, I’m happy, too.” He smiles briefly, before looking back down at his food. The happiness in his expression almost seems to flicker for a moment, and the grin on his lips suddenly looks strained. You frown. At first, you want to put that sight down to your imagination; but when the silence stretches on for a while and he doesn’t make a move to continue speaking, you decide to acknowledge it. 

“Are you sure?” You blurt out, before you can contemplate the consequences of speaking so freely. Kaminari looks at you in confusion and you grimace. “Sorry. It’s just- You seem a little… off, I guess.”

“I’m good,” he reassures you with a small nod. The gesture is not very convincing. 

“Okay,” you say, not wanting to push him further. If there’s something he doesn’t want to talk about, you’re not going to force it out of him. After a few moments, your conversation returns to normal. You still have a lingering suspicion that there’s something weighing on his mind, but you decide to forget about it. 

Overall, your dinner is pleasant. You get the chance to ask Kaminari a few questions about the album, and you really enjoy seeing his eyes sparkle as he goes into in-depth explanations of the meanings behind his songs. It feels like you’re seeing a side of him that very few people get to see—but you don’t want to flatter yourself. 

Kaminari offers to help you with the dishes when you’re both finished eating, but you quickly refuse and promise him you’ll finish them quickly. You run water over the dishes before placing them in the dishwasher, promising yourself to run it later that night. When you return to the table, you’re surprised to find Kaminari staring ahead with a troubled expression on his face. His hands are clasped on the table and his lips are pulled in a thin line. 

Before you can even begin to ask, he’s filling the silence. “You were right,” Kaminari admits. He sounds a little strange—almost as if he’s nervous. You stare at him expectantly. “There is something bothering me.”

The tortured expression on his face is a bit worrying. “Well, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” You feel the need to remind him. While you’re concerned about what could be distressing him, you know that sometimes, it’s too painful to talk about those types of things. 

But Kaminari surprises you with his response. “I want to,” he reassures you. You watch as he pushes himself to his feet and stares down at the table, running a finger along the wood. “I’ve just… been trying to figure out how to say it.” 

“Take your time,” you say. “I’m not in a rush.” Kaminari nods appreciatively. 

You’re not sure what you’re expecting to hear, in all honesty. But what he says next feels entirely unreal. “When I first met you, I was attracted to you,” Kaminari chokes out, looking at the ceiling as if nervous to meet your eyes. “I sort of expected it to fizzle, because… well, I didn’t know you all that well. But once we started talking more, I realized that my feelings weren’t going away. While I just knew you as the alluring reporter before, I now knew you as this… this incredible person.” You stare at him in shocked silence. 

“You’re so… You’re kind, smart, and passionate. You have a wicked sense of humor and I always look forward to hearing from you. I…

“I’m not sure how familiar you are with me and my career, but… Truthfully, I hit a bit of a rough spot. My last album was a few years ago and I was convinced that I wouldn’t be able to write anything new. But then I met you, and got to know you, and all of a sudden, I was writing all the time. 

“Suddenly, I had an entire album—filled with songs that I wrote while thinking about you. And I didn’t know what to do. I had already tried to bury my feelings for you, and it clearly hadn’t worked at all. I assumed you didn’t feel the same as I did. And I’m still not sure, of course.

“But when you sent those messages earlier… I felt something snap in me. It was like, one moment I was staring down at my phone, and the next, I was walking into that restaurant you were talking about.

“And tonight, I’ve been trying to keep it together… But it’s been nearly fucking impossible. I see you across the table and I can’t help but think that this is how I want to spend the rest of my life—sneaking glances at you, and hearing about your day at work…

“Not to mention, the whole Sero thing… It was stupid. But when you said you liked his music, my heart just dropped. I felt like… I don’t know. I felt like I lost you. Even though you weren’t mine to lose.” 

“Anyway,” Kaminari says, shaking his head before meeting your eyes. He looks simultaneously more relieved and more nervous than before. “I just had to get that out. And now we can pretend I never said anything.” He shakes his head and fiddles with the strings of his hoodie. 

You’re still reeling from everything he just said, but you’re quick to dismiss his assumptions. “What?” You exclaim. “No, Kaminari, I have feelings for you too,” you say. He stares at you with wide eyes. “It’s been so fun getting to know you. You’re just… you’re so bright and energetic, passionate, and good-hearted… I was so nervous when I first met you, because it was my first time ever being on a red carpet… but you made me feel more confident, just by being yourself.”

“And when I got distracted listening to your music earlier… It was because I was thinking of you, and thinking that, somehow, you could be singing just to me. That you could have written that song… just for me. And I know it’s stupid…”

“It’s not stupid,” Kaminari interjects, before you can spiral into further self-deprecation. “I just told you, I was thinking of you when I wrote them. All of them.” The lyrics flicker before your eyes at rapid speed, as you remember all the words that felt too vulnerable to ever be yours. You think about how you felt as you were cooking dinner—that tight feeling in your chest as you pretended that everything was fine, as you pretended that you were okay with the idea of Kaminari writing those songs while thinking of someone else. Before you can contemplate your next move, you’re surging forward—and Kaminari is too. Your hands cradle his cheeks as you kiss him, and he tugs you impossibly closer with his hands on your waist. His touch sends pleasant shivers down your spine. 

“I guess the fans were right, huh,” you remark with amusement once you break apart. 

“There’s a first time for everything,” Kaminari says, his eyes gleaming. He takes a deep breath, his hands still latched on your waist (as if he doesn’t want to let you go). Indecision draws his lips together into a flat line. “Are you sure you want to do this? Being in a relationship with me… It’s going to be different. I- I can’t pretend that I have any privacy whatsoever, or a super accommodating schedule, or-”

“Of course I want to do this,” you immediately say, before he can continue. “More than anything.” 

Kaminari’s hands migrate up your shoulders and towards the nape of your neck. He leans closer until your foreheads are touching. “I’m just so afraid.” He whispers, so quietly that you nearly convince yourself you didn’t hear it. (The stars seem to whisper your name in the air… I feel a shiver roll down my spine, I remember your hand in mine, and I’m just so afraid). You pull him into a hug.  

“Me too,” you admit in a breath against his shoulder. Kaminari mutters something into your shoulder, but it’s incomprehensible. “Hey, if we can get five and a half million people to watch us stumble through an interview, I think we can do this.” The singer huffs a laugh and pulls back, his hand rising to your cheek and his thumb running across your skin. There’s a smile on his face—one of unmistakable fondness and affection. You lean forward to break the distance between you once more, a euphoric feeling settling in your chest and a smile growing on your face.

endnotes:

i really snuck Seroroki in there, mhwhahaha.

this took so fuckin long to format on here (I had to format it AGAIN despite already devoting time to doing that on ao3), pls show some love if you enjoy it... i'm begging

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Hi I listened to six episodes of S3 and I’m back. I have nothing to do and school starts on Monday so lemme give my thoughts 🗣️

MAG 81: A Guest For Mr. Spider

Happy that Jon’s safe and in hiding! I remember Georgie was mentioned in Melanie Kings first statement so I guess she counts as a friend. Another spider theme. There’s so many spiders and I’m wondering what entity that could like fall under. I’m curious on “The Eye” because it hasn’t done anything, it just watched. Which makes sense. But Michael mentioned before that Jon being protected by it so is it like…chill????

MAG 82: The Eyewitnesses

Oh I hate Elias that little bitch I swear to god. Also the fact that the recorder didn’t turn off when they tried during Tims statement was interesting. Is The Eye doing that?? I don’t know maybe it’s just going weird.

Feeling bad for Daisy. Like she’s a murderer yeah but I like her ☹️ and I hate Elias. Super curious on his backstory though

MAG 83: Drawing a Blank

Auughhegughf I hate mannequins. Especially in games when you look away and they’re like getting closer. I’m wondering what the hell the deal was with this. Cause sometimes you can kinda gauge a motivation but this mannequin kinda just did a lot of stuff. Although the circus theme kinda reminded me of that one circus mentioned before. Maybe it’s like an element of The Stranger. Cause like mannequins are faceless and kinda take on different identities everytime you dress them y’know?? Lana was found partially skinned. Maybe the mannequin wanted that. Now that I know about these entities, I’m totally gonna search for links with them. I’m a sucker for cool horrors of humanity.

Also Breekon and Hopes deliveries mention!! I’m thinking they replaced the OG mannequin.

MAG 84: Possessive

Kind of another disease/gross shit theme in here? Also chills when they said “Gordie’s Dump” like eugh that got me. I’m still trying to understand what Maggie was doing. Like the boy saw Gordon’s face out of newspaper in the mud but Gordon was also in the house, Maggie smoothing paper over his face. Is she making like clones out of paper. Is she paper machéing clones???? They said whenever Gordon came to school, he had dirt under his fingernails so I’m thinking like every day he’s like replaced or something and then Maggie buried him??? I think.

MAG 85: Upon the Stair

This one was a lil hard because it’s a very strangely narrated statement but I managed! It made me think of Cheating Death where someone will replace the other person in whatever (someone replacing death after beating them in a game-someone replacing the stair figure after calling for them)

Jon did mention this but might as well say it; very Michael-esque. Somehow I don’t think he’s involved though 💀 I don’t know who is sending the statements to Jon. My first thought is Elias since he actually knows where Jon is and who he is with. Or so he says. Also the comment on like people becoming warped creatures is so true now that I think about it. I don’t want Jon to be a warped creature he’s too boring for that guys

Also Georgie is real. Go get that Hungarian dinner girl

MAG 86: Tucked In

Eughhhh it moves when you look. I hate that even more then when it moves when you DONT look 😭Also Tim has some problems he probably needs to work through. I feel like he knows more than he lets on. Like he did say to Martin that something worse is happening to the institute than it being haunted. Also, love Melanie King 🫶 it’s funny she doesn’t know what Og Sasha looked like since she knows she looks different then Not! Sasha. She just doesn’t know how.

Scary ass episode. I’m wondering if the creature in this and the one in A Fathers Love and Exceptional Risk are like…cousins or something because the one in this left behind “a small patch of foul smelling water” and in the other ones, brackish water would come out taps when I think it’s like close I think? Bit a stretch but maybe they belong under the same entity. Like darkness I dunno

Okay that’s everything! So far season 3 is super good. I love hearing the stuff outside the statements, it’s super interesting and I’m excited to see what happens next

[wordbunch]

the fellowship in a college dorm

a/n.... uhhHHH this is a thing..... i have nothing to say in my defense. have fun 💛

warnings: mentions of alcohol and weed i guess? but literally just mentions.

Aragorn + Boromir: they actually bicker a surprising amount, but they’re the only ones allowed to talk shit about each other // every other night they accidentally end up talking until like 2 a.m. and having a heart-to-heart // neither of them likes cleaning but they will definitely grumpily do it when it’s their turn // Aragorn makes tea a lot and he has a collection with various tea flavors // also he is outside a lot so he isn’t even in the room that much and on the outside Boromir is like hell yes 😎😏 but actually he’s like 😔😔😔 // Boromir wants to have a pet but it’s not allowed so he feeds birds or stray cats outside // Aragorn will eat whatever is in the fridge, no matter how old, and miraculously never get sick // Boromir’s guilty pleasure are long showers // Faramir is the lil brother who studies abroad but likes to come visit and then he crashes in their room but he lowkey hates the mess and he gives the room a deep clean every single time // in return Boromir and Aragorn take him to cool places and buy him food and they act responsible when Faramir gets wasted (he is a total lightweight) // their room is right underneath Merry and Pippin and they often wonder WHAT is happening upstairs🤨 // generally they’re very decent neighbors to have except for when Faramir comes to visit, then they get up to shenanigans because they wanna be those Super Cool Big Brothers who do all sorts of “forbidden” things with the lil bro and living it up 🤪// surprisingly (or not??) Boromir is the one who always organizes things like ‘the secret santa’ for the dorm squad also he is the designated “bring the bluetooth speaker” guy // Aragorn likes to make and build DIY stuff + Boromir is prone to accidentally breaking things = bad combo // however it will usually get smoothed over with a beer or two, which is usually how they solve their lil conflicts 🍻

Legolas + Gimli: the LIGHTEST sleeper sharing a dorm with the one who snores like a truck and cannot be woken up, if not by a nuclear attack // Legolas immediately invested in ear plugs and he just lays down looking at the ceiling for hours on end while Gimli happily sleeps // Legolas tries to have aesthetically pleasing decorations and he definitely has quite a few plants on his side of the room, but he really. loves. stickers. so his aesthetic goes out the window pretty quickly, and suddenly there’s stickers everywhere // Gimli has posters of like, rock and metal bands on the walls and one pinboard dedicated exclusively to concert & festival tickets // he also likes to play loud music with open windows and sometimes Legolas wants to STRANGLE him, but eventually he realizes he will miss it when the semester is over (and he will miss the snoring too)  🥺🥺🥺// strands of fallen hair everywhere. everywhere. // also both of them have lots of hair products, but obviously for very different hair types so… chaos ensues if they accidentally switch them (accidentally? Merry and Pippin have entered the chat.👀) // Gimli eats all of Legolas’ leftovers // Legolas 100% asks super weird questions at like 3 in the morning and he most definitely has a 13 step skincare routine // once he was doing skincare in the middle of the night, because he can study well at night and then he needs to unwind, and fsr Gimli woke up and was scared shitless by Legolas in a face mask // Legolas lounges around in tights and always ALWAYS has a witty comment for any situation or person // out of everyone, they’re the pair of roommates with the biggest differences, but they bully each other affectionately the most and they bond A LOT over secretly talking shit about others; however, nobody else in the 500 mile radius isn’t allowed to say a single bad thing about their friends // Gimli will drink straight outta the carton/bottle/whatever, while Legolas uses fancy thrifted champagne glasses to drink WATER✨

Merry + Pippin: their room is the designated hangout place // more often than not there’s at least one more person in the room just chilling // also they got The Weed…so maybe that’s why?? ☘️☘️ // literally never a quiet moment // the room is a mess but it’s never dirty! it’s just organized chaos and both of them always know where everything is // posters, random trinkets, a collection of random bottle caps or something like that // Merry has fairy lights and quite a few books and he’s used to completely tuning out Pippin’s random rambling while reading/studying // Pippin sings in the shower (basically canon actually) and loses track of time and suddenly the whole floor is complaining about not having warm water // they go over to hang with Boromir when Aragorn is off to who knows where // they wear each other’s clothes almost always and have a pretty much shared wardrobe at this point // accidentally almost burned down or flooded the room more than once but they REALLY like scented candles!! // Merry has some miserable old acoustic guitar and thinks he is A Musician and Songwriter™ (everyone except Sam is like no <3) // pre-drinks before going out are ALWAYS in their room and then others accidentally leave some of their stuff there; the following week Pippin just appears in a band tshirt (of a band he doesn’t even know) that might have belonged to Gimli at some point… 🤫// when Pippin talks gibberish in his sleep, Merry records it and plays it during hangouts // Merry, Frodo and Legolas have a mini book club but a wildly different taste in books // when Pippin goes to someone else’s room, he will point at things on the shelves/walls and ask a hundred ‘and where’s that from’s’ 👀// so many times something (better than someone!) accidentally fell through the window and then Aragorn or Boromir caught it downstairs // they would really like a pet but they can’t so once Pippin caught a butterfly in a jar as a pet substitute, but felt too bad and released it almost immediately🥺 // Merry likes to play therapist for others but… take his advice at your own risk

Frodo + Sam: literally the quietest room ever, others sometimes wonder if they’re alive // of course Sam has as many plants on the windowsill as possible // Frodo has a nice little book collection and some old maps as wall decor and also he likes collecting nice stuff like postcards or magnets  // they have an air humidifier and scented candles and it’s the coziest room for sleeping 😌😌😌// so their friends will gladly crash there for a nap, especially after an exam or a party // also they have some nice herbal soaps // obligatory classical/instrumental music for studying // Sam obviously uses the common kitchen the most, and he always makes too much of everything and then feeds his friends, and even leaves some leftovers in the kitchen so that others from the building can freely take it 💖// Sam and Aragorn are those that are called when something needs a quick fix, like a leaking tap in the bathroom or sth // Frodo is one of those people that are like, resident advice giver, but Legolas is surprisingly nosy?? so he will just drop by (with an obligatory snack) to listen to whoever is spilling their woes to Frodo // neither Sam nor Frodo really have the heart to yell at Merry and Pippin when they’re being too wild, but ONCE it was just too much and it was during exam season, and they enlisted Gimli to help them pull a prank in which he pretended to be a security guard threatening to throw out Merry and Pippin 😈// Gimli has a really soft spot for these two idk, he’ll be like “if anyone EVER bullies you-” // Sam falls fatally in love with someone every other week and he will literally sit by the window and sigh and stare into the distance while Frodo is trying not to die laughing // they have a little projector that they bring for movie nights // Frodo made a groupchat for all of them… resulting in even more tomfoolery <3

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i’ll be sappy for a moment and say i’m grateful for all the fun and crazy times i’ve had in my dorm life... it’s been good thanks 4 everything 🥰

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[arianatwycross]

Not so secret

Something I wrote to get myself out of writers block. A little jily secret relationship fic with a grumpy Sirius!

“Why are your lips pink?”  

James’ eyes widened a fraction, his fingers brushing his lips softly. “Pink? Aren’t they supposed to be pink?”  

Sirius narrows his eyes, “Not that pink.”  

James shakes his head and ignores the comment, turning around to head towards the bathroom.  

“Where were you anyway?” Sirius calls out.  

“Quidditch practice, you know that.”  

He doesn’t hear Sirius’ reply, but he does get a glance of a familiar stain of pink on his lips in the mirror.  

Shit.  

He brushes it off his lips in a hurry before stripping off his quidditch gear and slipping into the shower. He doesn’t want to wash the smell of her off him, but he must keep the ruse up.  

Changing into his school uniform, he heads back out to find Sirius arguing with Remus and Pete. His light eyes narrowed as he gestured theatrically.  

“What’s going on?” James demands. He’s used to his mates bickering, but Remus looks a little too flustered for it to not be serious.  

“Nothing.” Sirius throws at him angrily before storming out of the dorm room. James tilts an eyebrow up and waits for Remus to explain.  

“He’s just in a mood.”  

“That wasn’t just one of his moods, Moony. What’s up?”  

“Um-” Remus looks over at Pete, the two of them share an odd look before he shrugs, “Why don’t you ask him later, when he calms down?”  

James doesn’t like this. He hates not knowing, hates being unaware, especially with his friends.  

“Is he ok? Did something happen with...?” They don’t talk about Regulus enough for James to say his name.  

“No - it’s not but um, well it’s not really my business to say.”  

James frowns, but let's Remus and Pete go before he can demand more information.  

He finds Lily waiting for him outside class, an odd occurrence, so odd he stares at her blankly for a few seconds before he realises she’s speaking to him.  

“James?”  

His name wakes him up.  

“Lil? What are you doing?” He looks around frantically.  

She rolls her eyes, “You’re terrible at this.”  

“I’ve had a weird day.” He admits.  

She inspects his face, before replying. “Could we talk...later?”  

“Talk?” He raises a pointed eyebrow, a smirk growing on his face.  

She tuts but the corner of her lip twists into a smile. “We ‘talked’ enough this morning. Enough that we might have been seen...”  

James feels his cheeks heat, “What?” he chokes.  

“Look just meet me later? Usual time?”  

“Yeah...”  

She gives him a shy smile before turning on her heels and walking away. He watches her dark red ponytail bounce behind her, before his eyes drop to her ass. He can’t help it.  

“One would think, you two were going at it.” A familiar voice speaks up from behind him.  

He turns around to find his best mate, giving him a pointed look.  

“Huh?”  

“You lied to me.” Sirius adds.  

James blanches.  

“I saw you two this morning, that’s what she was talking about. You lied to me. About her.”  

James can hear the betrayal in Sirius’ tone and his stomach flips.  

“Mate, it’s new. I was going to tell you.”  

“How new?”  

“Five days?”  

This makes Sirius laugh, so much that James can’t help but smile. 

“Was this what you were mad at this morning?” James presses.  

Sirius shakes his head, “Partly, and then Moony had to hit me with his wise words.”  

“Wise words?”  

“I’ll tell you after you tell me how this happened and why the fuck you lied to me?!”  

James runs a hand through his hair as he grimaces, he nods to an empty corridor, aware of the all too nosey eyes and ears coming from the nearby classrooms.  

The two head off, side by side, James wondering himself how he ended up in the current situation.  

“She kissed me, after the party on Saturday...”  

“And?” Sirius presses, James can hear the excitement in his tone and smiles at the ground.  

“Fuck Pads, you should have seen me. It was like I’d never kissed a girl before. I just stood there. She kissed me, and I stood there.”  

Sirius laughs.  

“She looked so heartbroken when she pulled away, all I could do was grab her back and kiss her properly. We – uh, we didn’t stop for hours.”  

“You just kissed?” Sirius waggles his eyebrows, making James blush uncontrollably.  

“She would kill me for telling you, but no. But that’s all you’re getting!”  

A tense quiet fall over the two of them before Sirius asks, “But why did you lie?”  

“It was my idea, to keep it quiet. So don’t blame her!” 

“Why?” Sirius says so softly that it makes James stop.  

“You saw what happened to Marissa right? Because she started seeing Benji?” 

James shudders as he remembers finding Marissa circled by a group of Syltherins just weeks ago. The poor fourth year white as a sheet as she faced a group of boys just because she was a muggle born dating a pure blood.  

“Oh.”  

“I can’t let them do that to Lily. She’s already on their radar.”  

Sirius nods, “Ok. I get it. But you didn’t have to lie to us.”  

“I know.” James nods solemnly. “I kind of wanted Lily to myself for a little bit. It was fun sneaking around.”  

“You can still bloody sneak around with her. With us knowing, at least we can reserve the dorm room for you two.” Sirius winks but the gesture still seems slightly solemn.  

“I know mate, sorry. I guess I just got too caught up in trying to keep her safe.”  

“And in her pants...”  

This makes James snort and push his mate into a nearby suit of Armour.  

“Did you two....” Sirius waggles his eyebrows as James helps him up from the floor with a grin.  

“No... but we might as well have.”  

“Mate!” Sirius punches him in the shoulder, “You weren’t even going to bloody tell me you lost your virginity!”  

“I fucking haven’t. Yet! But fuck, be quiet.” James' eyes bounce around the corridor.  

Sirius laughs, “You wouldn’t last two seconds with her...your dream girl!” Sirius teases, pressing a hand to his chest theatrically.  

“Shut up.” James scoffs. “But uh, she wants to talk tonight, I think about you finding out...so maybe you could keep the boys out of the room for an hour or two?” 

Sirius smirks, “You really need an hour? I’m betting ten minutes.”  

James shoves Sirius into another suit of Armour and this time leaves him to pick himself up off the ground.  

[wonderlandleighleigh]

So its early but I'm on Tumblr, and like.

You know. Saw a post. Like you do.

And it's about appropriating Jewish mythology and symbols and terms. And there is so much "DON'T DO THAT" in the post.

But I think the post gets it a lil wrong. What we're really looking for is respect. Respect our things. Our culture. Or symbols. They're not Happy Meal toys. Make some effort.

I saw a lot of comments on the post saying that people had never met a Jewish person, and that we are "professional victims."

Well hello. I'm a Jewish person, and we've been run out of more countries than you've had hot dinners, so we're more like professionals at getting the fuck out of places where people want us dead.

Let's do an edit!

Golems: if you're going to use them in your fantasy, please treat them with respect. They're a mythological creature borne out of the desperation of a people constantly on the run from assholes trying to burn down their lives, and thought of as protective. Don't use them as a weird monster. It's easy to find the lore. Read up.

Kabbalah: is so much stranger than you know, and worth doing research on. Please be respectful if you intend to use it in a story, or even try to practice it.

If it's Hebrew and it doesn't have anything to do with Judaism...man that is a weird one. Cuz it's our religious language but also people who aren't Jewish live in Israel and speak Hebrew but this one feels funny.

The Star of David: it's not a pentagram. It's not a generic symbol. It's pretty specifically Jewish. Sometimes it gets worn by people who want us dead? Uncomfortable.

Goy: isn't considered polite but is more polite than "fuckin goy" which I sometimes use when some goy is being a terrible asshole.

Lenny Bruce had a whole bit on this one:

Gentile: less rude. You non jews are just gentiles.

Antisemitism: that funny feeling in your bones when you know someone either doesn't like you because you are Jewish (those fuckers who wear the "6 million was not enough" shirts. IE; Hitler shoulda kilt more Jews), or when someone says shit like "you guys control the banks so I bet you'll get all 7 days of Passover off soon enough." We don't control the banks. I fucking promise. We don't control shit. Whatever power white Jewish people might have is allowed by the white gentile power structure and can be easily taken away.

When the big orange goy was president, and employed Steven Miller (Jewish. A piece of shit) I used to tell people that "we'll all wind up in the same train car anyway. He's no safer from the hate than the rest of us." I'm still right.

The word Jew: context matters. "The Jews" is an easy shorthand. The Jewish People takes longer to say. One time in a bar, in Mississippi, the director of another department from work pointed at me and yelled "JEW!!!" and that felt.

Bad.

It felt bad you guys.

1. Being singled out for what you are feels bad.

2. Mississippi feels like a place you don't want to be singled out for being Jewish.

3. "Jew" often gets bent into "jewy" which is derogatory. Women were sometimes called "jewesses" which was a little like being called a witch they wanted to burn at the stake.

Probably safe bet to just say Jewish People.

We've been around a long time, but there aren't a whole of us left. But we also come in all different types. A bunch of us are white, but some of us are Black or Latinx or Asian or Middle Eastern. We don't agree on any one way of doing things and we have a lot of opinions and sometimes some dude wanders around The Rockaways in New York with a machete looking for the closest synagogue because Kanye told him we're all evil.

We are constantly on the lookout for people who don't like us because WE KEEP FINDING THEM. Like sometimes you think somebody's cool, but it turns out they think we have horns and eat white Christian baby blood.

For the record, white Christians don't season their food, so that shit is too bland. Not enough dill. We'll pass.

But yeah. Just some thoughts on my culture. Thanks for reading.

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Dating Sukuna HeadCanons!

Scenario:-what would it be like to date ryumen sukuna?

Pairing:-sukuna x gn!reader{shell}

Genre:-fluff

Type:-headcanons

A/N:-i hopy you like this @shelly-stark-official! I tried:’)

Okay

SO

Sukuna is a little shit

But its fine cos so are you~

Honestly the fact that the kINg oF cUrSeS fell in love with your devious and scheming self was not a surprise

Especially not to yuuji(poor fella had to share all of sukunas thoughts abt you and while u and itadori were besties.sukuna wasnt um...thinkin of you in a um platonic way)

(Like at all)

So when buddy boi finally asked you out

And although it felt weird um datin someone who shared the same body as your best friend,you got used to it and yuuji learned not to be so awkward abt it too...

And the moment he suggested you play a (borderline sadistic) prank in yuuji,you paused for a sec before agreeing~

And the moment he suggested you play a (borderline sadistic) prank in yuuji,you paused for a sec before agreeing~

(You knew youd be able to use your quirk if something rly badd happened to him)

And lemme tell you ‘kuna fell even deeper in love~

Sometime you and him and yuuji go out for lunch and while yuuji is the one in control,sukuna opens up those lil mouths on yuujis palms and under his eye to talk to you.

You feed him fries and yuuji hates that the grease is getting on his face😭(ples apologise to our best boi 😔)

So many ppl were like legitimately scared of sukuna but to you he was just a little shit and honestly? I think yall’d be cutee together (i wanna be the ring bear! 🐻)

(I think ur dates would include LOTS of scheming but also bitchin,cos this man has THOUSANDS of yeaes worth of tea to spill and hearin abt ancient gossip is still funny as shit🙈)

Now a little on the powercouple dynamic~

I think that while yall would tease and joking insult eachother,if anyone else tried dishing out jabs in your respective directions the other wouldnt stand for it

Like if someone ELSE calls u idiotic,theyre begging for mercy in a second

And if anyone calls sukuna something insulting,you’re basically walkingg them upto deaths door urself

And if You ever mention how this means he cares abt you,he will in fact go into denial and completely invalidate your opinion on the subject

Furthermore if anyone ever speaks badly of the two of you as a couple (i.e. gossiping and such) yall would just completely ignore them

Like who cares if a barely succeeding apprentice sorcerer doesnt approve of your relationship?????

Yh thats right,no one!

And just to piss em off further,i think hed suddenly initiate a particularl Passionate kiss in front of the gossiper.

Suffice to say that shut em up,for better or worse

I dont really think sukuna would ever fully open up to anyone,not even his s/o.but every so often you do catch glimpses of who he is deep down.its usually blink-and-you-miss-it moments but youve caught some

He doesnt really carw about how open you are either but i think itd make him feel special if you are morw open and vulnerable with him.again,he rly doesn’t give a fuck but it just makes him feel a certain way,y’know?

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

Taglist open for anyone interested!

[roxannedaybreakermidnight]

Tackling a few of my most recent experiences wiwth the internet. Don't read if harassment and racism trigger you. I don't mean harm, this is supposed to be a safe space. Comments I deem negative will be deleted so that others feel comfortable just going around and say whatever.

1. Shipping

I completely understand people's worries with Punkflower but guys, instead of worrying about non confirmed ages, can we worry about kicking out actually problematic people off the internet doing stuff to real life minors? Miles was 14 when I was 14. He is now 15 and I am 18, I still love Miles the same way, ans that doesn't compromise my morals.

A person's ship between characters doesn't say about their morals entirely. Of course, sometimes it's undeniably creepy, like characters clearly presented as parental figures being shipped with kids that were supposed to look up at them. That's weird, don't do that. Or, idk, thinking it's a good idea to jerk your dog off. (I saw documentaries, those who do too knkw what I am talking about)

Point is, pls don't harass people who don't mean actual harm. Hobie's uncomfirmed age range shouldn't cause as much hate as it does. I disagree with nsfw from time to time because it is weird, but I mostly see couple-y stuff with a few jokes, and honestly? I absolutely adore it. I encourage you to try it. I used to absolutely hatee on people who ship any characters slightly older with whatever character the topic is. I would literally try to gate keep the whole fanart community cause "She's a minor, STOP!" and honestly it was stupid asf. I'm not telling you to encourage it, just don't be mean about it. It feels stupid. If you don't disagree, and the post isn't causing harm, just don't engage.

2. Shameless racism/harassment

Recently I've faced people both in and out of omegle who seem particularly shameless, feeling safe around their little homes thinking ol' mean me won't mind. I am using this opportunity to expose a particular someone who seems very keen on being weird. I grew up around weird guys, and I often identify them easily, but for some reason I pushed the lil gut feeling away. If you have the same problem, pls listen to that feeling. It's there to avoid situations that might be upsetting.

Starting with Omegle, people seem very comfortable with racism (and search of minors to flash them). I receive jokes indicating they want me to be shot, find me ugly, make faces of disgust, call me a slave, etc etc. Not to mention I even found teenagers joking about beastiality being 'awesome'. Kids rlly need to get supervised, cause I am telling y'all, some were barely 14.

Now, I had an interesting interaction on instagram with a Miles Morales account. He came to me cause I was rping as Peter and invited me in his server on discord. I got the gut feeling from his habit of trying to flirt with Gwen profiles and spamming pictures of him in a suit. For some reason, some people have a pattern of spamming pictures when they want praise and always require attention from specific people, and I know this cause I've been harassed over this before. Days later, I was matching with my bff as an anime couple so I changed and he realized I'm born female. He asked me to be rio instead, without knowing my age, and went ahead and offered 'fun', and that 'I can't tell anyone'. What happened essentially is that I called him out, he said I was disrespecting him, I blocked him, so he made a new account to cuss me out and threaten to report me. I feel indifferent about it, but if you have anyone with similar behavior, save yourself the trouble and block them. (His discord is 'dmoney520' so avoid interacting w him pls)

3. Sexualizing a content creator

I don't mean Dream, or corpse husband, or whoever tf. I am talking about a poor 16(ish) year old called Eddie who makes content for the fact he sounds like Hobie brown, and he has people saying shit like "wanna get pregnant?" The guy just started worrying about whatever the place he lives in worries around this time.

It's honestly creepy how people will actively harass punkflower creators but then barely notice a full ass guy who is still deemed a minor regardless of what American law says getting weirdass comments from people they don't even know. Literally flabbergasted at this discovery. Not mad, just genuinely upset.

These people often forget that websites can track their activity and its hilarious to me, so whatever. This was my report on my feelings after a week of internet, and honestly? I wanna delete it. My punkflower AU happy ending is coming so if that's what you wanted, great!

[nightswithkookmin]

A LITTLE LIL NAS METAPHOR COS I'M GASSED UP FOR REAL

Sometimes I try to mind my business and let shit go but really all I want to do is throw rocks at som of yall.

This is Lil Nas X. Iconic beautiful SLAY.

Certainly he made a choice to go out on the carpet because he's bold and he doesn't give a fuck what people think about him. Right?

Now of course it got most conservatives raging mad while others thought he is iconic- Just like Jungkook's Dorothy Explore moment at the premiere.

Yet there are those of us who saw that Lil Nas moment and immediately thought it was hilarious he pulled that stunt and went ahead and made memes of him- memes he willingly participated in- right?

Now supposing Lil Nas got all flustered on the stage and started giggling and acting coy, shy and I came out here as a Nas Stan and said well he's PROBABLY shy because he's conscious of all that air blowing through his ass cos his Naked bum in a room full of judgemental eyes- would that be shaming him?

How do you go from A to Z. How do you draw that conclusion. Makes no fucken sense to me.

If you don't like me making memes out of BTS and joking about them- IT'S A YOU PROBLEM.

It's only offensive if it's ill intended or makes the boys themselves uncomfortable. But I promise you, there's nothing I say here that I can't say to them in the face. I promise you- may be not the part I ship them that's wild but still.

And the tuktukker syndrome some of yall have- yall need to fucking stop. It's ew. Gross and disgusting. When you make assumptions about people and they tell you to the contrary you don't go telling them they lying mother fucker stop. It's unhealthy and immature.

It's how these empty headed hooligans keep calling JM a liar because he presents statements that contradict their delusional takes and assertions.

I take being called out pretty seriously because I'm not perfect and I don't know everything as relates to others and their culture and what not. If I am making insensitive jokes or comments about these men I do want to be corrected on it. You know? Because I would hate to be the source of their pain.

You don't know this but two years ago JM made a comment during live and from that moment I slowed down on making those in depth near psychoanalytic analysis. And when I have to do it, I try to keep it as respectful as possible.

I don't see anything wrong in correcting people. Some might be naive and ignorant or might be hurting people inadvertently. There's no need to be defensive about it.

Take the recent moments in this community where Chikoorita came under fire for defending some other account- don't know them don't care.

It was disheartening to see people go from trying to point out to them the errors of their ways to blatantly being nonbinaryphobic towards them, ridiculing them, invalidating them, and quoting Blaire White of all people as justification to call them a pronoun they preferred for Chikoorita.

I reached out to a few accounts to try to educate them on why this is problematic. Nobody knows the person behind Chikoorita's account. If they are telling you they prefer to stay "gender anonymous" there's nothing wrong in choosing to respect that.

Yall hide behind anonymous blogs all the time and each time you choose to use an anonymous Ask you are choosing not to define your gender as well. And even that, we respect you and do not assign a gender to you.

Would be weird if, we kept using a he pronoun to address an anon especially when they have pointed out they was a she or preferred not to be gendered at all.

Point I'm making is I am not above correction.

And I do take sentiments of that nature seriously.

But you better make sure it's not based on your feelings of what is right and wrong because feelings can be subjective.

Here's my feeling of your feelings

[atopvisenyashill]

Pol!jon anon again I was thinking more of the version of pol!jon where he like forces an abortion on her and reveals that he loved Sansa all along. When I watched the show I was thinking he was attracted to Dany and wanted to be with her initially but grew more and more fearful of her and eventually did not want to be with her. So he wasn’t manipulating when the relationship started, but staying in it was a scheme. Imagine my shock when I read the script for the finale and it said that Jon loved her even after she burned KL. Bad writing and bad chemistry between actors. I can definitely imagine Jon remaining in a relationship for safety and politics as a defensive play, but the offensive angle of pol!Jon in which he initiates the relationship with no feelings or desire with the intention of killing her feels wrong especially if a forced abortion is involved

Okay I’m gonna go point by point here just for organization sake.

Pol!jon anon again I was thinking more of the version of pol!jon where he like forces an abortion on her and reveals that he loved Sansa all along.

Oh no lmao, I forgot about all the baby theories for s7 and 8 😭😭 No, I don’t think what MMD says is a prophecy at all, I think people focus on the WRONG things out of that whole scene, and while I think george is clearly cooking something re: dany’s fertility, that’s gonna be something so central to the story i don’t think anyone is gonna guess it 100% right so everyone’s guesses are weird as FUCK on this subject. but also not for nothing, i’m fairly sure the moontea theory was like one (1) person and then everyone just kept going “wow so ALL pol!jon people think he’s gonna force an abortion on dany they’re so evil” no, actually most people who thought pol jon might be real didn’t think for a second that boat baby was real lmao. it was just like a “making up a guy to get mad at” theory that got traction bc of the ship war.

i DID see some people theorize he might tell dany he’s in love with sansa but like thee Moment he had zero reaction to finding out he was Rhaegar’s child was thee MOMENT i knew we were not getting a single satisfying jon snow scene again and that whatever it is that happens in the books for him clearly went RIGHT THE FUCK OVER dumb & dumber’s heads 😭😭😭 so like, yeah i just didn’t think anything at all even a lil but juicy was gonna happen and what do you know i was pretty much correvt akskkd

i DO think there’s a high chance that threatening sansa is the most pressing reason for why jon & arya would attempt to kill her and i’ve definitely played with some gruesome theories just based on lines that i thought could be hinting at what they do but i don’t think there’s going to be any moontea drinking, forced or otherwise, involved. i certainly HOPE she’s not pregnant when/if she dies because i fucjing. hate that shit. but idk.

When I watched the show I was thinking he was attracted to Dany and wanted to be with her initially but grew more and more fearful of her and eventually did not want to be with her. So he wasn’t manipulating when the relationship started, but staying in it was a scheme.

Yeah I think that also makes sense and could plausibly happen in the books - I mean that’s basically what I kinda imagine in my head, that Jon may be fascinated with Dany initially bc she’s a Targaryen & dragon rider then turn on her but only in secret, just, without the sex lmao. I just personally did NOT see the chemistry and I remember when they made that “oh you got a lil crush Jon Snow?” comment in the show and i was flabbergasted and when they banged I was actively cringing and I thought maybe it was just my aversion to them as a ship but then everyone online was like “but they’re so cute in interviews what’s happening??!” aksjd. so i think like many people i was hoping there was a deeper reason he seemed so disinterested, like even completely putting aside the shipping aspects, i thought jon seducing dany so he could get a dragon made a sort of sense with his character. he’s certainly willing to play nice with stannis for help, and this would be a much more morally murky but logical next step. but i had zero faith in the writers, so i DID just assume it was going to be (the much more boring route imo) that he did initially love her, realized she’s too dangerous, but stayed in a relationship with her to get her support.

Imagine my shock when I read the script for the finale and it said that Jon loved her even after she burned KL. Bad writing and bad chemistry between actors.

LISTEN. The conspiracy theory HOLES i went down after that fucking finale. i was just like. there’s no way they wrote an ending THIS BAD. there’s NO FUCKING WAY. and then we get the script and it was WORSE???? he was really just snowed by her THE WHOLE TIME???????

i guess apparently being hot is NOT enough to compensate, we need ACTORS for chemistry okay, at least ONE PERSON needs to be able to emote to sell a love story lmaooo

I can definitely imagine Jon remaining in a relationship for safety and politics as a defensive play, but the offensive angle of pol!Jon in which he initiates the relationship with no feelings or desire with the intention of killing her feels wrong especially if a forced abortion is involved.

Yeah that was basically what I was getting at and why I made the Ygritte comparison - he has sex with Ygritte while actively plotting to betray her in a very personal way so I don’t think it’s a reach to say he could something similar again. I can also see it stretching into like, Jon makes the decision he has to kill her/help kill her but he hasn’t broken things off bc like, KL exploded and he’s busy rn or whatever. So certainly still offensive in that he’s actively manipulating her for his own ends and unlike with Ygritte, he doesn’t even return her feelings in any genuine way. VS like the completely defensive “he falls in love, realizes she’s too far gone, THEN betrays her” take. But starting a relationship with her with the express intent of murdering her and forcing an abortion on her if she gets with child? With everything we know about Jon Snow as he stands, that one is a reach. That could change in the future I suppose but I personally don’t see it likely to happen that way.

[ashtonsunshine]

I mean i liked checking it out and pretty much was into it idk jobless 💀 (but im glad im changing i literally ignore these stuff now as much as can... still nosey but its getting better lol).

Unfortunately i just like to know shit but after a while it sounds weird and almost repetition of the same things that happened long time ago.

I don't get the ones that try to do or change something about things like those are strangers to you ykwim? Just reading the gossip is a thing but trying to intervene like... what are you going to do? 😭

And it got really weird like doxxing and shit so thats not right... specially with a baby on the way its just too much (like weirdos wishing harm on a baby?!!? absolutely insane!)

Realizing to focus on what you actually like is way better and more fun.

But i always notice how ashton does the most for this fandom yet he's always the most hated in these type of blogs, it just breaks my heart he's very passionate about what he does and he gets shitted on for it, being called pretentious for showing his love... does he get a lil silly goofy? Yes but it's sweet idk what ppl see and make up something negative from it and when he uses big words? Lol i like adding new words to my vocabulary that i'll probably never use.

Sorry this is very long and honestly you dont have to answer this but i just was so much in (surprised im not blocked 💀) and then one day i was like well.. this is stupid and annoying so i kinda stopped.

Saw you went to a 5sos show days ago i hope you had a great time 🤍 and again you dont have to answer this at all but your post got me thinking a little... one of the first ppl i followed on here and i think your hello/goodmorning posts are very sweet and the way you always post them is sweeter. i hope you are having a great day/night from wherever you are 👍🏻

I understand the human need to know and be nosy, but I've learnt that sometimes it's better to be ignorant in order to be happy and enjoy things in peace.

I see this dynamic at work every day. People gossip about others because they have this need of talking shit for no reason other than being low-key jealous of their colleagues' workplace situation. It's as if people are envious of other's happiness and become petty about it.

Drama and gossip are addicting. It's like an adrenaline rush. But, ultimately, like every addiction, it starts consuming you from within and disrupting your life.

I'll never understand how some people have so much energy to run these types of accounts that harbour so much negativity, when some days I don't even have energy to exist right.

I've read so much shit about this band over the last decade on the internet, and you're right, Ashton somehow always gets it worse simply because he refuses to play the game and chooses to be himself no matter what. Him and his big words, and his sarcasm, and his snarky comments. It's one of the reasons I love him. Fuck everyone! Be yourself and the right people will come to you and stay with you.

But you know what makes my skin crawl? When the blogs are like "free speech", as if free speech means you're allowed to say whatever you want without consequences. It angers me when people use free speech as an excuse to be unpleasant and mean, because that's not what free speech is. Free speech means you can't be jailed for voicing an opinion; not that you can't be a target of criticism for it.

Only people who haven't had the right of free speech taken away from them do that. There was a heavy dictatorship in my country until 1974 where people would be grabbed on the streets by undercover state police if they gathered in groups larger than three and questioned for conspiracy against the government. Some people were tortured. Some people disappeared. Others were killed. All that for voicing an opinion. My parents lived through this shit, so I don't take my right of free speech lightly, and neither should any of you.

I'm getting political now, so I'm gonna go.

Thank you for the sweet words. 🫶🏻 I'm glad you're out of that dark place.

[mongayakai]

A retro game that's technically corn with plot. Like lost media style. Had a tsundere imouto and ugly bastard questline, made a deal with the younger sister npc helping me avoid the ugly bastard route to help me succeed in a Virgin run-through of the game, still pretty weird ahego shit that like had hide-from-parents mini games and quicksave resets. I particularly remember a line that took place in a car talking about how since its siblings, they're "only allowed to do bœbjobs". Which, like, ok, moving on, please.

The dream shifts genres a bit and it's like From(the show) style small town with everyone having superpowers and like crazy weird fines being implemented. and get dropped off by this mysterious bus driver and there's this asian family with a mom, a young son, and a father who was like the deputy and secretly had the power to make everyone forget who someone is and he started to go a little crazy and to "keep the peace" he started erasing people and ended up doing the same thing to his son when he started asking questions and like gave him some form of amnesia and was all like "yeah just walk that way for a while, that's where you need to be" and the kid was all like "ok bet stranger. To Indiana, right? " and starts walking. He saw the bus driving past but it doesn't slow so he just hops on the door frame while it's still moving fast and knocks a lil like "hello hello hey there hello" and gets the bus drivers attention. Busdriver like takes of his headphones and there's like this headphone shaped lump where one of his ears would be and he's all like "oh. Uh. You're not supposed to be able to uh.. fuck it, hope on. Where you from? Freakshow or FinesVille?" Assumed finesville cause like, fines. And they drive for a bit till they pull up to a gentrified version of the windows computer background rolling grassy hills. They talk shit for a while about gentrification and at some point the busdriver turns into an asian version of my roommate Loki. I remember a comment about how the houses would be a nice place to raise kids and then the bus breaks down and we gotta go to this large asian family's house for help. It's like assumed they hate English people so like the kid is speaking broken Japanese and the busdriver is speaking simple mandarin to this Large Chinese family with like 20 kids and a single formally polite tiger mom.

[ikram1909]

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comparing ig followers is a lil crazy to me, Ronaldo is the most followed footballers but Messi is wayyy more loved lol (just look how he was received in el salvador, how irl fans treat him like a divinity and even brazilians think he is the goat even if they have this crazy rivalry with Argentina, pr7 could never)

Gavi is called the heart of the club because he deserves it. He is who puts effort the most and you cant ignore his impact not only the players but the club itself. The way he plays; giving all his 100% on the pitch, him being a key player for the team since he was the one connecting the midfield and the defense, him always standing up for his teammates and defending the badge, him being the moral and emotional support of the team.....

Him being called the heart of the club has its reasons and i only said the ones i could remember (literally even his teammates and staff miss him, that is not normal for a 19yo to be this relied). See, being from la masia doesnt assure you this popularity, i really cant recall any of our current youngsters that can move masses with having only 1 social media and barely be active on it. He built this himself because he is just naturally likeable and stands out from the rest.

Something that you forget anon, is that all this popularity is also because he got a big demographic of people hating on him every time of the day; the media and press setting him up and lying about him (remember when tchoumeni had to call out the media who spread that lie of gavi injuring him on el clásico?), he got a NT teammate lying in his fucking face and literally saying he was the cancer of the dressingroom and alongside his journalist friend adding up to the "he is toxic and doesnt want to show up to meetings" bullshit, the spanish madridistas calling him names and disrespecting him when he was holding the mic after winning the Nations League (they hate him since supercup, they are pretry much the responsibles for making everyone hate on him), literally every casual thinks that Gavi is a thug that has 0 football abilities and he is a bad person because he gets lots of yellow cards, heck even you got "culers" calling his ACL a blessing because the team had decent games against porto and atleti (spoiler, they regretted his injury after the el clásico disasterclass). People opened their fucking eyes and realized how importsnt gavi was AFTER an ACL + meniscus and a el clásico disasterclass. Dont you see how fucking deranged people can be to him and how fucked his PR is? Do you see what im trying to say? Obviously Pedri doesnt deserve to receive any type of hate and much less because of something he cant control like injuries, but lets not pretend that Gavi doesnt receive much worse feedback when he does his job (and he does it perfectly, but they are just braindead to have footy knowledge). Seems that Gavi receiving so much love even after constantly eating shit from the media and haters triggers you or something, its not the first time i see these type of comments. Boy is 19yo and suffered one of the worst injuries a footballer can have due the incompetitiveness of his coach, it shouldnt be surpring why people miss him and why does he get love and even more when his teammates are absolutely nothing without him

Preach!!! It's always been weird to me how people see him get as much hate and harassment for no reason and still begrudge him for the support he gets like what do you want from him? To just be hated and get no love in return? No teenager has ever been treated as poorly as he was last year like it was hell. He was insulted to HIS FACE while celebrating his first international trophy like it doesn't get worse than that and all because he loves the club as much as he does and you're mad people show him love to support him that's just insane to me and feels evil spirited. He deserves all the support in the world actually just to balance out the amount of hate he gets. And it's not like people love him for no reason, he literally earned it twice over.

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*Colby's POV*

"Coco?" Gemma said, my eyes glancing into the rearview mirror.

"Yes G?"

"We dare yet?" She asked, and Leighton snickered.

"We just left baby" I responded, holding back a laugh when she groaned.

"Go far?" She asked and I stifled my laugh, nodding.

"Yes Gemma, we're going far"

"Ugh" She huffed.

The first hour Leigh and I listened to Gemma complain, and then cry, and eventually go silent.

Leighton peaked over my seat, "She's asleep. Hopefully she'll stay out for a few hours. I knew getting her up at 6am would be a nightmare"

"It's going to be okay. She'll make it"

Two hours in, I was the only one awake, watching the sun start to fully rise, Gemma's little snores making me feel at ease.

We stopped for gas and Leighton was still passed out, but Gemma was up so once I filled the car, I took a sleepy Gemma into my arms, grabbing the diaper bag.

"We go?" She mumbled, rubbing at her eye, leaning on my shoulder.

"We're gonna go change your diaper" I said softly, Gemma wincing at the bright lights.

I locked the family restroom door, relieved that Gemma was still tired and didn't throw a fit whilst I changed her diaper.

"Done? " She asked and I nodded, pulling her pajama pants back up and disposing of the diaper.

I grabbed a few waters, ready to go pay when we passed the snack aisle, "Some?" She asked, pointing at Cheez Its

How was I supposed to say no to her?

I've never seen a toddler so excited for a snack in my life.

She was wiggling against me, shaking her Cheez It's as we left, my heart swelling at the sight of this two year old girl excitedly freaking out over a cheese cracker.

"Coco?" Gemma asked loudly, making me jump since the car had been so quiet.

"Shh G, mommy's sleeping" I reminded her, glancing in the mirror at her.

"We dare yet?" She loudly whispered, making me smile.

"We're getting there bug"

"How long?"

"5 hours. If you sleep it'll go by quicker"

It was quiet for a moment.

"Coco?"

"Yes Gemma?"

"Where go?"

"We're going to my momma's house"

"Oh.... why?"

"Because I haven't seen my mom in a while, and I want her to meet you" I said, glancing at the mirror, seeing her play with her stuffed cow.

"Oh"

"Are you excited?"

I wasn't sure how to take her silence.

"Coco?"

"Yes Gemma?

"Juice?" She asked and I sighed.

"Can you wait?" I asked, not being able to hand it back to her whilst driving.

I pulled over and turned on Gemma's playlist, hoping she'll sleep again when Leighton wakes up.

"Morning sunshine" I teased, Leigh immediately looking over at me. "What?" I asked, confused by the look on her face.

"You called me sunshine" She said softly, my eyes squinting.

"And?"

"That's what my momma calls me" She smiled softly, my eyes widening.

"Oh shit, sorry!" I quickly apologized, Leighton leaning across the console to kiss my cheek.

"No need to apologize. Just wasn't expecting it"

"You posted that Instagram story, right?" She asked and I nodded, focused on changing lanes. "Can I look through them?"

"Go ahead"

Leighton grabbed my phone and I hummed softly to the radio, hearing her giggle.

"What?"

"Your fans are weird"

"Can I answer some?" She asked, turning to look at me.

"Yeah go ahead"

Leighton spent about half an hour going through them, reading me some here and there, laughing at some jokes and the more raunchy ones, aweing at the sweet ones and rolling her eyes at the hate comments, threatening to block them.

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1/2

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colbysgoddess: Colby via Instagram Stories! (12.29.22)

fan: Do you think they're actually dating? ↪ fan: Remember that thing of them kissing at Kat's birthday?

fan: Why are they alone together going to visit his parents? Lil sus ↪ fan: He is? ↪ fan: Someone asked where they were going, he said to see his momma and then deleted it. ↪ fan: Why'd he delete it? ↪ fan: Probably to not expose where he was? Idk

fan: Leighton is totally the one answering them. Colby would never use Taylor Swift songs

fan: it's rude that he put the best friend song about Leighton. Sam's his best friend 🙄 ↪ fan: it literally has she/her pronouns in the song bestie

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"It's kind of fun to be on a certified profile" She laughed, having spent time going through my DMs "Can we go live? It'll be like old times!" She said excitedly.

"If you want to. Just make sure the car seat mirror isn't showing because Gemma's face will show" I reminded her, Leighton humming as a response.

"I look like trash" she laughed and I rolled my eyes.

"You look beautiful baby"

"Shut up! It says going live in 3..2...1.. oh god" she breathed out and I laughed, Leighton setting my phone into the holder on the vent.

"Hello!" She waved and I couldn't help but find myself smiling at how she shifted to sit properly. "Where is Colby?" She read, her thumb pointing towards me. I moved my hand in front of the camera, keeping my eyes on the road as I gave a quick wave. She laughed, swatting my hand away, "He's driving!"

"They want to know where we're going" She murmured.

"Out of California" I replied, not really wanting to tell them the three of us are off to my parents.

"To whoever said I look pretty, thank you. I don't feel very pretty.. we got up super early, so I'm makeup free and I look like I slept in a trash car"

"You do not" I groaned, tired of her putting herself down in the morning.

"I do too. See these dark circles Cole?" She asked, her finger pointing at her eye when I looked over at her.

"It's called having a two year old ba- Leighton" I snickered.

"Where is my baby? Sleeping. Was I the one answering his story? Yeah. I mean, he's next to me, and I read them to him and stuff. Where is Sam? I don't know" She answered, turning to look at me.

"Sam and Kat have different New Years plans" I answered, probably sounding rude, but traffic was driving me crazy at the moment.

"Is Colby a morning person? Not really" She teased, "None of us really are. Even G sleeps in. I mean, she'll get up early.. but she's usually still pretty snuggly. The time? It's almost 10:30? We left at what... 6?" She asked and I nodded.

"With the unexpected diaper change and demand for food, about 6:15, 6:30. Taking a two year old on a seven hour road trip isn't easy" I said, resting my arm back on the console, brushing against Leighton's arm"

"How many tattoos do I have?... um.. I'm not sure. I have all of these" She shoved her sleeve. "And this" she pointed to her collarbone. "Some here" I saw her motion to her neck in my peripheral vision. "One here" She elbowed me, trying to point at her ribs. "Shit, sorry!" She stumble laughed, her hand brushing against my arm. "And my foot.. guess you can say I'm covered head to toe" she grinned. "My favorite? Probably my daughter's name or the one on my ribs that says perfectly imperfect. Colby's favorite? Like... mine of his or his of mine? I love the eye. Looks cool" She complimented and I caught myself smiling.

"I love the rose on your hand. I think it was done beautifully, and I like your foot tattoo" I answered, feeling her eyes on me.

"Do you have a foot kink?" She outwardly asked, making my choke on my spit.

"W-what? Why do you say that!"

"You always look at the tattoo and grab my foot-"

"Baby, that isn't it a foot kink" I laughed, letting it slip, not realizing. "You don't see me making out with your foot, do you? Not like you and your hand kink" I asked, laughing at her dropped jaw.

"Cole! I don't have a hand kink!" She glared, my laugh waking Gemma.

"Mama?" We heard, Leighton turning to look.

"Yes baby?"

"We dare yet?" She tiredly asked.

"No baby"

She groaned, her feet kicking the back seat.

"Are you bored G?" I asked, glancing in the rearview mirror.

"Yes!!!" She yelled.

"Would you like to answer questions G?" Leighton asked, her hand pressing against my bicep as she contorted her body to read the car seat.

"Estions?"

"Mhm. Anyone have questions for G?" Leighton asked, passing Gemma her juice, having opened it.

"What is G's zodiac sign?... hm.. I don't know, let me look" she grabbed her phone. "It says she's a Sagittarius"

"What does that mean?" I asked, glancing towards Leigh, seeing her scroll on her phone.

"It says Sagittarius females are wild, feisty, independent and exciting. G, are you wild?" She asked.

"YES!" The toddler yelled, making me laugh.

"Wild and feisty for sure" I chimed in, glancing at the mirror as I teased her.

"She's pretty independent too" Leighton agreed. "Says here they're adventurous. She really is your partner in crime" Leighton grinned, my heart swelling at the idea of Gemma joining us exploring the world. "Someone asked where we would want to take her?"

"I'd love to take her back to Kansas" I said, feeling her green eyes burn holes into my skin.

"You want to take her to your stomping grounds? — Stop! That's so cute! Colby!" She whined, her hand to her chest.

"Well you've taken her to yours, and you live in her dads.. seems fair, no?"

"Are you gonna bring me with?" she asked, a knowing smirk on her face.

"Nope. Just G and I hitting the road!" I joked, "Right G? Wanna go bye bye with Coco? Leave momma?" I asked.

"No go momma!" she whined, it turning into a cry.

"He's just teasing baby, momma isn't leaving you lovebug. G, someone asked what your favorite color is?"

"Uhhhh... erpull" 

"Purple" I corrected.

I said dat!" She grumbled, Leighton and I laughing.

"You said erpull. It's purple. Also, since when was it purple?" I asked, grinning at the fact I could see her scrunched up face in the mirror.

"Coco!" She groaned, my cheeks tightening, trying to be quiet. "No nice!"

"I'm always nice to Gem Gem"

"Coco say I no say erpull mama!" She tattled, Leighton also trying to hold back her laugh.

"He's just making fun of you baby" She said.

"Not nice" Gemma huffed.

We sat on Instagram Live for a little longer before Gemma started demanding she was hungry, letting the fans go as we found a place to eat.

After lunch we passed a park, pulling over to let Gemma get some of her wiggles out but we hit the road again.

Half an hour away from my parents house the tantrums really set in.

"We're almost there Gemma" Leighton spoke over her cries, her activity toys having lost their effect two hours ago.

I pulled down my parents road, listening to Gemma cry and thrash around in the car seat and when I told her we were there, I expected her to become happy or something, but that was far from how it went.

I got out of the car, immediately opening Gemma's door, unclipping her buckles and pulling her to my chest. 

"Look, bug, all done! We're here!" I pointed at my parents' new house. 

Her bright red cheeks and puffy eyes squinted open at the house, sniffling. 

"Done?"

"We're done bug" I bounced her a little, "Wanna go meet my doggy?" I asked, hoping the idea of seeing a puppy would cheer her up.

"Doggy?" She asked.

"Yeah, my doggy is really excited to meet you" I tried, Leighton grabbing her diaper bag.

"Really?" She sniffled and I nodded.

"She told me" I said with a knowing nod, watching a smile crack on her. "Are you excited to go see the puppy? Can we get a giggly little Gemma smile?" I asked, laughing when she gave me a big grin. "Ready babe?" I asked Leighton who nodded, checking her reflection in her phone one last time. "Stop, you look beautiful" I groaned, pulling her into me, kissing her softly. "You didn't need to do your makeup to meet my parents" 

"I'd preferably not be wearing sweatpants, but here we are" She mumbled and I rolled my eyes, wrapping my arm around her waist. 

"You look beautiful babe, stop self doubting. I'm in travel clothes as well, they don't care. If anything, it's cute because we're literally matching" I motioned between us. 

"But first impressions!" She whined, insecurity written all over her face.

"First impressions are bs Leighton-"

"They're your parents!"

"And you're my girlfriend who I love. I'm not a kid anymore. They don't get to pick and choose who I date. Plus, what is there to hate?"  I asked, Gemma starting to get fussy, wiggling in my grasp.

"Do you want my list?" She asked and I just leaned down to kiss her again, Gemma's hand smacking my cheek, causing me to pull away.

"Hey!" I frowned, Gemma giggling. "You want attention too or what?" I teased, kissing her cheek before softly leading Leighton towards the front door.

Gemma rang the bell, the sound of Koki barking making her want to be set down, her hands plastered to the glass next to the door, Koki having appeared in the window, howling at us.

My mom opened the door, Koki immediately ran up to me, Gemma trying her hardest to get the dogs attention.

"Hi honey!" Mom greeted, pulling me into a hug.

"Hi mom" 

"How was the drive?" She asked, letting us in.

"It was... alright" I said hesitantly, crouching to give the needy dog attention. 

I glanced towards Leighton and she looked extremely nervous, focusing her attention on Gemma, appearing to be avoiding my mom's gaze.

"Mom, this is Leighton, my girlfriend and her two year old daughter Gemma" I introduced, knowing we needed to get this over with.

Things felt tense.

"It's nice to meet you" Leighton spoke up, straightening her posture.

"You as well" Mom replied, Leighton glancing towards me.

"Um.. where is the bathroom?" She asked, shifting the diaper bag.

"Here I'll show you" I stood up, sliding between Leighton and my mom.

"Gemma, diaper change?" Leighton asked, Gemma focused on the puppy who was focused on her. "Gemma, we need to change your diaper" Leigh said again, and I could tell she was trying to keep a calm, sweet voice due to my mother being next to us.

I swooped her up under her arms, whisking her with me to the bathroom, ignoring her protests as Leighton followed.

"Puppy!" She yelled, Leighton grabbing her as I shut the door.

"You can see Koki again in a minute. We need to change your diaper from the car ride" I said, taking a seat on the floor, Leighton digging out one of her diapers.

"She still hates me" Leighton mumbled, asking Gemma to lay down.

"She doesn't hate you" I replied, Leighton shooting me a look.

"Well she doesn't love me" 

"She's just protective, that's all"

"Of what? I haven't done anything"

"She's my mom Leigh. We haven't exactly had a flourishing relationship twenty four seven" I tried to explain, but I knew it was going poorly when she glared at me.

"How is that my fluffing problem? It's not my fault I had to pick myself up a few times" She spoke through clenched teeth, closing the diaper tabs.

"I didn't say it was your fault. I just said we've had our highs and lows"

"And she hasn't?!" Leighton hissed, trying to keep her tone down. "I haven't even done anything to her and I can just feel the disapprovement seeping out of her"

"Leighton-" I sighed, and if looks could kill we'd be planning my funeral.

"Don't fluffing tell me I'm wrong! You saw the way she looked at me Cole"

"She doesn't hate you" I tried again, not really knowing what to say to make her feel better.

"Something tells me she'd rather you have come alone" She grumbled, running her  hand through her hair, tossing it to the side and I mentally smacked myself for wanting to take her right then and there.

The annoyance in her eye and the frustration in her actions, I just wanted to fuck it out of her so bad.

"What do I do? How do I win her over? — With everything already going on in my life, I really don't need a monster in law added to that list" She said, stripping Gemma to just her diaper and helping her step into some new clothes.

Leighton grabbed a spray bottle and a brush, Gemma reaching for it.

"Oh, you want to do it? Here" She handed the spray bottle to Gemma who held it over her head, struggling to push the trigger, and then her eyes went wide when the water squirted onto her head, both of us chuckling. "What do you want? Brushed back, in little ponies?" Leigh asked, fishing out tiny hair ties.

Gemma's face lit up, "Piggies!" 

"Okay, do you want to brush your hair or can mommy do it?" Leigh asked, grabbing two of the small white ties.

"I do it" Gemma spoke in an assured tone, grabbing the hair brush and holding it over her head.

"Look at you, bug!" I cheered, Gemma grinning, doing a spin.

Gemma reached up, twisting the doorknob, only to almost run into my mom who was walking by.

"Oops, sorry!" Mom said, stepping out of the way.

"It oh-tay!" Gemma replied, a smile on my face, noticing my mom cracking a little bit.

"Can you say thank you Gemma?" Leigh spoke up, Gemma turning to look at her mother.

"Tank you!"

Later that evening my dad got home, and Gemma became super clingy and unsure.

Gemma crawled into Leighton's lap, snuggling in when my dad walked in, the stuffed cow clutched under her arm.

"Leighton, this is my dad Layne" I introduced, "Dad, this is Leighton, my girlfriend and her two year old daughter Gemma who apparently is being shy" I tickled Gemma, trying to pull out her giggles.

"It's lovely to meet both of you! Cole hasn't stopped talking my ear off about you guys" My dad said, embarrassment washing over me.

My dad instantly caught himself in a conversation with Leighton which I was extremely happy about, Gemma slinking off of Leighton and coming over to me where Koki and I were on the floor.

"Do you need help making dinner?" Leighton asked which made me snort to myself, Leighton kicking my back, stifling my laughter.

"I'm good" She called back and Leigh groaned, my dad eyeing me.

"Leigh and mom are at war" I informed him, catching Leigh's daggers.

"Why?" He asked and I shrugged, Leighton flicking the back of my head. I threw my head back so she was upside down when I looked at her, grinning.

I pucker my lips, asking for a kiss and she shook her head, glancing at my dad

"Baby, I'm pretty sure my dad knows we've kissed" I smirked, asking for a death wish when I heard my dad laugh.

"Gem, tell momma to kiss me!" I pouted, Gemma looking up from the dog.

"Ucky!" She wrinkled my nose and I pounced on her, kissing all over her face.

"You like my kisses you bug!" I listened to her laugh, tickling her tummy, causing my dog to try and get in between us.

"Stop!" She giggled, trying to shove me away. 

"Tell mommy to kiss me and I'll stop" I bargained, grinning at her belly laugh.

"Momma!" Gemma giggled out, gasping for air. "Kiss Coco!" She giggled, her hand hitting my face, giggling when I pretended to munch on her fingers.

"No can do bug" Leighton refused, Gemma gasping.

"Mama!" She whined and I stopped, pulling her into my chest, cradling her head as I fell backwards, letting her land on top of me, my arms carefully squishing her against me so she couldn't run away.

I grabbed her hands, wincing a little when her knee pressed into my ribs, shifting around as she sat on my chest. I playfully and carefully had her hand hit her face, "Why are you hitting yourself?" I teased, repeating myself a few times, listening to her laugh and yell out "I not!" 

During dinner, my dad directed conversation towards Leighton which I was thankful for, my mom directing her focus towards me, asking how I have been, to which I tried to bring up Leigh again and mention us as a unit, and less about Sam and I and what we've been doing for work.

I understood that she hadn't seen me in a while, but I brought my girlfriend home for the first time. It should be all about her, or us. Not me.

After dinner, Leighton seemed very quiet and in her head which annoyed me.

Gemma and my dad were in the backyard waiting for me, messing around a bit when I heard Leighton ask my mom if she wanted help cleaning the kitchen, or wiping down the table, to which my mom turned down her offer.

I watched Leigh walk out of the kitchen and seemed defeated, so I swooped in, Leigh almost hitting my chest.

"Oh, hi" She mumbled, my hands cupping her jaw to have her look at me.

"What's wrong baby?" I asked quietly, stroking her jaw with my thumb.

"Nothing. I'm fine" She mumbled and I rolled my eyes, leaning down to kiss her.

"I love you" I murmured, placing a tender kiss against her.

"I love you too, I'm sorry for earlier" She apologized and I shook my head.

"You have nothing to apologize for. I'm sorry my mom's treating you weird. I'll talk to her, okay?" I said, to which Leighton pushed away from me, shaking her head quickly.

"Don't say anything! I don't need her thinking I need you to fight my battles" She argued quietly.

"Leighton, it shouldn't be a battle to begin with. She shouldn't be holding anything against you, especially when she doesn't know any of the details and even if she does know the details, they're extremely outdated"

"She has a right to not trust me" Leigh said, putting herself down, causing me to sigh.

I intertwined our hands, pulling her away from where my mom was, towards the guest bedroom.

I shut the door, Leighton giving me a weird look.

"My mother has no reason to not trust you. You've done nothing to harm her, or her family, or your child. Your issues are your issues, and you leave it at that. Yes, you have bad days, but you've never once put that on me, or your child. I have bad days all the time, and you don't see her judging me. I openly drink around her and what is she going to say? My dad will drink occasionally with us, and she'll sometimes have a few drinks here or there. She has no room to judge your past just because you struggled more than the average person"

"I'm not even a drinker! It's weed and occasional coke that's my issue and I've been clean for almost a year! I haven't touched anything in so long! I just.. it follows me everywhere! From my career and pregnancy to my boyfriend's mom! I can't... I can't catch a break and I know... I know it's my fault. I know that it's my consequences of my old actions-"

I cut her off, "Leighton, you shouldn't have to be continuously punished for actions you've already corrected. It's one thing to fall off the wagon and get a slap on the wrist.. but it's another to have it constantly thrown in your face. I'm sorry-"

"Stop apologizing for her" Leighton groaned, running her hand through her long black hair again, her fingers pushing through a few tangled areas.

"I will apologize for her because she's making you feel bad" I argued back, Leighton taking a deep breath, shifting her weight to the other foot, her fingers twisting her ring.

"That's not your problem Colby"

"My mother making my girlfriend feel like shit is my problem" I argued, wishing I could fix everything, but I had no idea where to start.

"It is your mothers problem, not your problem and I don't feel like shit.. I just.. I'm confused. I've never talked to the woman, let alone had time to get her to hate me, so whatever you've told her is all she knows about me and clearly they aren't good things!" She cocked an eyebrow, my own eyebrows scrunching together, crossing my arms over my chest.

"So this is my fault?"

"Last time I checked you're the only one spilling the tea to your mom"

"Tea? What tea is there to spill?"

"Apparently enough to make her hate my existence"

"For the last time she doesn't hate you. She let you in her house didn't she?" I spoke in a knowing tone, Leighton lips pursing and then rolling.

"What did you tell her about me?" Leighton queried, her stance matching mine now, her fingertips taping against her forearm.

"I don't fucking know, it was two years ago!"

"Two years ago we weren't even dating! You had a crush on me!"

"And you didn't?!"

Leighton rolled her eyes, scoffing, "That's not the point" which made me smirk, Leighton narrowing her eyes at me.

"You know what's not cute? You're acting like you haven't talked shit about me behind my back to your mom!" She accused me, pissing me off.

"Because I haven't! Why would I talk shit to my mother about my crush?! That makes no fucking sense"

"Why does she hate me?!" Leighton yelled, my eyes widening at the outburst.

I pushed my lips to the side, feeling like she was reading right through me.

"Look, all I've told her is that you went to rehab because I was babysitting Gemma and that we were dating. I don't recall giving her details or personal information. You said you didn't want anyone to know"

"So she hates me because I went to rehab, or because I dropped my baby on you? You told me a while back that she wasn't the biggest fan of me.. but that was what.. a year or two ago? Does she hold grudges?" Leighton asked, her arms dropping to her side, her shoulders relaxing. 

"I don't think she hates you.. I think she's just protective"

"Of what? You're the one that dumped me!"

"Here we go again" I muttered and she sauntered over towards me, except she reached behind me and maneuvered around me, confusing me.

"Leigh!" I called after her, not wanting to fight with her in front of my mother about my mother, except when I followed her, Leighton was walking outside and I groaned.

Great.

She left our argument unfinished.

I debated walking into the kitchen and confronting my mom, but I decided to just let it be water under the bridge for now, joining my mini family in my parents backyard.

When bedtime rolled around, I expected Leigh to go lay Gemma down and come back out and join us, but when an hour went by, I knew that wouldn't be the case.

I bit my tongue, listening to my mom tell me something that happened when she was at the grocery preparing for us to come, tuning her out as I thought about what Leighton could be doing right now.

"Colby? Are you listening to me?" Mom asked, shaking me from my thoughts.

"Sorry, what?"

"I said we'll need to go to the store and buy stuff for the two year old. I didn't know what to buy"

"Didn't know or didn't want to?" I confronted my mom giving me a weird look.

"What?"

"Why are you ignoring my girlfriend?" I confronted, taking her by surprise.

"I'm not"

"You are! You're declining her efforts-"

"I'm being nice" She defended and I scoffed, "By making her feel like shit?"

"Language!" She scolded me and I rolled my eyes. "If you're back under my roof, you're back under my rules Cole"

"I can't believe you" I shook my head, my dad staying out of this, annoying me.

"I didn't fly an hour to California and then drive seven hours for you to be rude to my girlfriend and her daughter-"

"I haven't done anything to her daughter" She spoke over me.

"She's been bending over backwards to try and help you, and you've been nothing but rude to her!"

"I haven't said anything to her" She said, leaning back against the chair, crossing one leg over the other, acting like she wasn't the problem.

"That's the problem! You're ignoring her and making her feel unwelcome!"

"If she's feeling unwelcome, that's her problem" Mom said, pushing me over the edge.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" I exploded, pushing myself out of my chair, making her jump.

"Cole" My father warned, but I ignored him, moving to stand behind the chair, creating distance.

"If you don't start being nice to her, I'm booking a hotel room. I won't force her to be in an unwelcome environment. At the end of the day, she is my girlfriend. I'm in love with her, and if you can't accept her or the fact that we are now a unit, no matter what opinion you have of her, I chose her. I want her. I want her daughter. That was my choice! I refuse to have you create an uncomfortable environment for her and possibly trigger mental health issues. Now I'm going to go find my girlfriend, goodnight" 

The next morning I spent laying in bed, cuddling my two girls, Koki laying at our feet.

Gemma at some point maneuvered down the bed, laying down next to my childhood dog and I took a few photos, wanting to remember this moment forever.

Gemma and I strolled out of the room with Koki, G asking for breakfast which reminded me that my mother hadn't bought her anything.

I let Koki outside and changed Gemma's diaper, letting her pick what she wanted to wear so we could go get breakfast.

"Can you sit down so I can put on your shoes please?" I asked her, Gemma thankfully complying.

"Where are you guys off to?" Mom asked, startling me.

"She's gotta eat" I mumbled, slipping Gemma's foot into her shoe, grabbing the next.

"Colby we have some things here, like eggs and fruit"

"You've made it abundantly clear that you weren't prepared for my daughter to be here so I'm going to get my family food. ready Gemma?" I asked, Gemma pushing her hands against the floor, propping herself up.

"Colby-"

"Do you need anything whilst I'm out?" I asked, slipping my wallet into my jeans.

"No I'm okay" She said quietly and I nodded, leading Gemma out.

"Leighton is sleeping. Leave her alone" I warned, my mom nodding. "Koki is in the backyard, she needs breakfast"

~

"You excited to have a donut Gem?" I asked, holding the box as we walked back to the car, Gemma holding my hand.

"Yessss!" She grinned.

"Think momma is gonna like the donut you picked out for her?" I asked, unlocking the car and setting the donuts down, Gemma demanding she wanted to climb into her car seat by herself.

"Careful bug" I reminded her, ready to catch her if she stumbled, crawling into her car seat.

She wiggled for a minute and I went to buckle her, but she pushed my hands away.

"No I do it!" She yelled, making me let out a breathy chuckle.

"Careful. Don't pinch your fingers"

"I big girl. I no help!" She argued, her little hands grabbing the clips and pushing them together, hearing the click.

I held the bottom clip, Gemma trying to push it in, struggling.

"Can I help you know so you can eat your donut faster?" I asked her, Gemma's brow furrowed.

She let me clip it in and adjust the belt, holding her old sippy cup out at me.

"I'll give you your juice when we get back. It needs to be washed baby" She frowned, shaking her cup.

Once we were home, Gemma was bouncing in her seat for the donut, overly excited and upset all at the same time.

Gemma ran to the front door, yelling at me to pick up the pace.

I set the donuts on the table, Gemma toddling after me knowing we need to wash her hands.

"You're back" Mom said and I nodded, picking Gemma up and placing some soap in her hands, letting her rub them together as I turned on the faucet.

"Where's Leighton?" I asked, helping Gemma run her hands under the water, getting rid of all the bubbles.

"Look Coco!" She laughed, showing me the remaining bubbles on her hands.

"The bubbles need to go bye bye if you want your donut"

I've never seen her wash her hands so fast.

"She hasn't come out of the room" Mom said and I mentally sighed, ignoring my mom as we finished the task at hand.

I turned off the skin, grabbing a towel only for her to wipe her hands on her clothes.

"Gemma Lorraine!" I gasped, Gemma giggling, continuing to dry her hands on her shirt.

"That's pretty" Mom commented and I nodded, wiping her hands and brushing the towel against her shirt, Gemma following me to the donuts.

I plopped her on the chair, placing down a napkin I had stolen from the paper towel holder.

"You want the chocolate one right?" I asked her, Gemma nodding, propping herself up on her knees to look in the box.

I placed a Boston Cream donut in front of her, her face scrunching.

"Colors?" She asked, pointing at her donuts.

"Sprinkles?" I asked and she nodded. "Hey mom? Do you have sprinkles?" I asked, catching her attention.

"Uh I think so, why?"

"Can I have them please?" 

Gemma was a happy camper when the sprinkles went on top of her cream filled donut, making me laugh as she bit into it, cream and chocolate on her face.

"Yummy?" I asked, Gemma nodding.

Leighton strolled out of the room, face full of makeup, hair fully done and dressed with jewelry decorating her skin.

I sighed, hating how much effort she was putting into this.

It wasn't supposed to look like this.

"Donut?" I asked and she nodded, taking a seat across from Gemma.

I sat down between my girls, all of us snacking on our donuts when I noticed Leighton's nails.

"Did you paint your nails?" I asked and she nodded, scrolling through  texts on her phone. "They look good, but why?" 

"Had time to kill. Macy texted me telling me a clip of you calling me baby is going viral around the fandom from our live" She said quietly.

"Yeah, and?"

"They know" She said, looking over at me.

"And?"

"I... You want them to know?" Leighton questioned, looking confused.

"Why not? It's about time, and it's not like you're allowing them to bully you. Nothing has changed other than them speculating that we're dating. It doesn't matter"

"But... I thought you wanted to keep it under wraps?" She gave me a weird look.

"Leighton, I really don't care anymore. If they like it or not, that's their problem. You're my girlfriend. They see bits and pieces of my life. They don't see the whole picture. I'm tired of trying to hide you, or be careful. You're a part of my life. You mean a lot to me and I don't care what they think about that anymore. I'm going to be twenty seven. I'm tired of holding up this single 21 year old act"

"So you don't care?" She asked again and I chuckled, shaking my head.

"I plan to marry you baby, I don't give a fu-fluff what they think" I confessed, surprising myself that I let that slip.

"Really?" She asked quietly, sounding surprised.

"You're stuck with my babe" I grinned, leaning over to kiss her, letting it linger for a moment.

"I love you" Leighton said first, surprising me.

"I love you too, now let's go have a good day, okay?" 

~

"What do you think Gem?" Leighton asked, chaperoning the two year old in case she falls, exploring part of the rocky mountains, waiting for my brother to get here.

Leighton and Gemma were looking at a rock when I heard my brother's voice, pulling him into a hug.

"Good to see ya man! Been a while!" Gage teased, "Pop a kid out since I saw you last?"

"Yeah, that's the big secret I've been keeping from you" I smirked, Leighton looking over her shoulder at us, noticing my brother.

I saw her tap Gemma's shoulder pointing at me.

"Coco!" 

"Gem Gem! Want to meet my brother?" I asked, scooping her up into my arms, shifting her on my hip. "Gemma, this is my brother Gage. Can you say hi?" I asked her and clung to my neck, giving a small wave.

Thankfully Leighton and Gage seemed to be getting along, even teasing each other at points which made me happy.

It felt nice to see her hang out with at least some of my family, and appear to have a good time.

Leighton and Gemma went back to the car to change her diaper, leaving Gage and I alone.

"I really like her, Colby" He said, sitting next to me on the rock, both of us looking at the horizon.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. Plus, she has a cute kid. Even her mannerisms are adorable"

I nodded in agreement, sitting with him as we talked about Gemma and Leighton and everything with my mom, wanting to get his opinion on it, both of our heads turning, chuckling to each other as we watched Gemma put her hands on the rock, climbing up the slight slope on all fours, when I quickly spat out, "I'm going to marry her" catching both of us off guard.

"Woah- wait! For real?!" He whisper yelled and I nodded.

"I've been thinking about it for a while" I confessed, surprised I was confiding in my brother for this, and not someone like Sam or even Leighton's parents.

"Damn! I've never heard you say that about anyone" 

"As long as mom doesn't scare her away... and she says yes... I was thinking about going ring shopping sometime soon. Just to have it on hand you know?"

"I'm happy for you bro-" Gage replied, Gemma cutting him off.

"Coco! I did it!" Gemma clapped, running over to me, falling into my lap.

"You did it!" I cheered, Leighton smiling at us, taking a seat.

"So, what are you two talking about?" She asked, leaning on my shoulder.

"How much dick you're getting" I replied without thinking Leighton's jaw dropping.

"COLE ROBERT BROCK!" She gasped, slapping my bicep.

I was going to marry this girl.

* * * *

Written: January 8th, 9th, 10th 2023

Published on: January 10th 2023

Word Count: 6341

Part Fifty