#i just think that he deserves to feel genuine joy for more than two seconds per season. if that means he has to stab people. so be it.

[meyerlansky]

izzy experiencing genuine joy for two (2) seconds

[lixiepixiedust]

"You work just as hard as me"

pairing — idolbf!jeongin x fem!reader; established relationship

word count — 3.2k

warnings — she/her reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, lots of kissing and cuddling, mild cussing, insecurity themes, reader is depicted as being really smart

summary — jeongin has always been insecure about his academics. ever since he met you, he knew you were the smartest girl he's ever met. you also always made it feel like he learned more from you than from school itself and he admired you for it. he never really attended high school and barely ever had good grades. due to this, jeongin always told himself he was just stupid and never deserved someone like you.

As you anxiously logged into your student portal to check your midterm results, your heart raced. Jeongin, being the supportive boyfriend he is, sat beside you, his eyes filled with anticipation. You both knew how much effort you had put into your studies, and the results would finally unveil the fruits of your hard work.

As the grade appeared on the screen, your eyes widened with disbelief. You had not only passed but had excelled beyond your own expectations. A brilliant smile broke across your face as you turned to Jeongin, who was watching you with eager eyes.

"Jeongin, look!" you exclaimed, pointing at the screen. "I got a 96! Can you believe it?"

Jeongin's face lit up with genuine joy as he took in the fantastic news. "Wow, that's amazing, Y/n! I knew you could do it!" He enveloped you in a warm hug, radiating pride. "I'm so proud of you."

You couldn't contain your happiness. You leaned back, gazing into Jeongin's eyes. With a beaming smile, Jeongin cupped your face in his hands and planted a sweet kiss on your lips. The excited bubbled up within you, and without thinking, you jumped onto him in sheer joy.

Jeongin, caught by surprise, chuckled at your joy. He playfully tickled you, his fingers dancing along your sides as you giggled uncontrollably. The room echoed with the sound of your laughter. Jeongin's laughter mingling with yours made the celebration even more special. As the tickling subsided, you found yourselves catching your breath, still enveloped in each other's warmth.

"I'm so, so happy, Jeongin!" you exclaimed, your eyes shining with delight.

Jeongin grinned, his eyes reflecting the shared happiness. "Oh, Y/n, I can tell! I'm thrilled for you. I love seeing you this happy."

Suddenly, your phone rang, and you quickly grabbed it, excitement still coursing through your veins. It was your best friend, and as soon as you answered, both of you screamed into your phones simultaneously. Jeongin watched with amusement as you and your best friend shared your excitement.

"I got above 95!" your best friend exclaimed.

"Stop it right now, same. I knew you'd do good, I literally told you," you shouted back, a wide grin on your face.

Jeongin smiled fondly as you and your best friend screamed at each other over the phone.

After the call, you turned to Jeongin, still beaming. "Can you believe it, Jeongin? We both did so well!"

Jeongin's eyes softened with pride. "I never doubted you for a second."

"Oh yea and she wants to go get food together tonight. Wanna come? It's just gonna be a few friends."

Jeongin thought about it for a moment, his expression shifting between contemplating the invitation and the commitments he had. He had literally rushed over to your apartment from practice earlier to be in time to see the results with you.

"I'd love to, Y/N," he said with a warm smile. "But I might need to head back soon. Practice and all."

You nodded in understanding, "No worries, Jeongin. Thanks for being here with me though. You really didn't have to,"

Jeongin gently cupped your face, placing a tender kiss on your forehead. "I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Go enjoy dinner with your friends, and we'll celebrate properly after, just the two of us."

A grin played on your lips as you asked, "So, you're coming back after practice?"

Jeongin's eyes sparkled with affection, and he replied, "Of course. When you come home, I'll be waiting right here for you."

You couldn't help but break into a wide smile, and you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. "I can't wait, Jeongin."

As you pulled away, Jeongin's phone buzzed with messages from his fellow members. He chuckled as he read the texts, realizing that he had overstayed his initially planned break.

"Looks like they want me back," Jeongin said, showing you the messages. "I told them I'd be away for only half an hour, but turns out I went over time."

You playfully shooed him away, "Go, go! They need you. We'll have plenty of time together later."

Jeongin grinned, giving you one last kiss before standing up from the couch. "I'll see you soon, Y/N. Save some of that happiness for me."

As he made his way towards the door, he slipped on his shoes. Opening the door, Jeongin turned to look at you, his eyes filled with fondness.

In a soft tone he said a little "Bye," with a smile. With that, he stepped out into the hallway, closing the door gently behind him.

Once Jeongin was out of your view, the smile that had adorned his face began to fade, replaced by a subtle expression of sadness. He had known all along that you were going to get a good grade, it didn't surprise him one bit.

His mind wandered to the times you rambled about your college experiences—the late nights filled with assignments, the tiring study sessions, and the challenges of balancing academics and life. Those were moments when he wished he could have experienced the college life, as difficult as you made it sound.

Yet, deep down, Jeongin knew that he willingly chose the path of an idol. The wide stage, the love of fans, and the thrill of performing were what he aspired to. It was a choice he made with full awareness, and yet, he sometimes longed for a different path.

What has always troubled him the most, however, was his insecurity about his academics. Ever since he met you, he could tell instantly how bright and insightful you were. When you'd explain concepts, like the intricacies of human behavior or the subtleties of psychology, he admired you. You had a way of teaching him that made it feel like he learned more from you than from school.

Jeongin always believed you were smarter than him, and that thought weighed on him heavily. He didn't really attend high school and barely ever had good grades. Due to this, Jeongin always told himself he was just stupid. But the truth was, he had been a trainee since he was only 13 so it wouldn't have been easy to leave room for school.

In his mind, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was lacking compared to you. Your achievements made him question his own worth. The occasional longing for the academic experiences he missed out on only fueled his insecurities.

However, he never dared to share any of these feelings with you. Jeongin kept this internal struggle hidden, not wanting you to bear the weight or feel like you're the reason he's insecure. He valued your successes and happiness and didn't want them tainted by his own self-doubt. Instead, he chose to navigate these emotions privately, wanting to be the supportive boyfriend you deserved.

Jeongin arrived at the JYP building, the familiar surroundings enveloping him as he scanned his keycard to gain access. The glass doors slid open, and he made his way through the lobby, swiftly heading for the elevators.

As the elevator ascended, Jeongin's thoughts lingered. The elevator doors opened on the designated floor, and Jeongin walked down the corridor, passing by various studios and offices. Finally, he reached the door of the dance studio where he was practicing initially. He could feel the bass of the music from outside.

Jeongin opened the door and as he stepped inside, he found the members taking a break, scattered around the room, catching their breaths.

Lee Know, catching sight of Jeongin, approached him with a stern expression. "Jeongin, please don't stay out too long next time. You know it's bad habit," he said, a hint of frustration in his voice.

Jeongin, feeling a pang of guilt, quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, hyung."

Lee Know's stern expression softened, and he patted Jeongin on the shoulder, saying, "You're fine. Just try to be on time, okay?"

As the conversation shifted, Minho asked, "How did it go?"

"She did good, as always."

However, despite his words, Lee Know noticed Jeongin expression. "Aren't you happy for her?"

Jeongin immediately forced a smile. "No, I am. I guess I kinda zoned out."

Lee Know's expression remained uncertain, but he decided not to press further. "Alright, if you say so. Just remember, we're here for you if you need anything."

Jeongin nodded gratefully, appreciating Lee Know's understanding. He reached for his hoodie, pulling it off and revealing his practice attire underneath.

"Okay, we should wrap up. It's been like five hours, that's enough." Chan declared.

Jeongin, too caught up in dancing for the past few hours, checked the time and was surprised to see it was already 10 PM. His eyes widened.

He quickly grabbed his belongings and bid a quick farewell to the members. "See you guys tomorrow," he said with a tired smile.

Exiting the building, Jeongin was met with a sudden realization as he saw that it was pouring rain outside. He hadn't anticipated the weather, and the absence of an umbrella made the situation less than ideal. However, with your apartment only a few blocks away, he figured it could be worse.

Pulling his hood over his head, Jeongin braced himself for the rain and started to briskly walk along the sidewalk. The sound of raindrops hitting the pavement filled his ears, and with every step, he could feel himself getting more and more soaked.

The once dry sidewalk turned into a glistening path as the rain danced around him. Jeongin's clothes clung to his body, and his hair became a mess of damp strands.

Upon reaching your apartment building, he tried his best to dry himself off but he made his way inside. He quickly climbed the stairs, his wet footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. Unlocking the door with the spare keys you had given him, he stepped inside the familiar space.

In the entrance, Jeongin wasted no time. He removed his wet shoes, placing them on a rack to dry. His clothes clung uncomfortably, and he surveyed the living room, noticing the warm glow of lights.

As he made his way into the living room, he saw you. There you were, perhaps caught up in a book or lost in thought, unaware of his drenched arrival. He wanted to get home earlier than you and he cursed to himself knowing you beat him to it.

"Hey," he greeted.

Still absorbed in your book, you didn't look up immediately. "I assumed you weren't gonna show up after all. With the rain and everything."

Jeongin felt a pang of guilt. "Sorry, we got too caught up, and time flew," he explained.

"No, no, it's okay," you responded with a smile. Then, finally looking up, you noticed Jeongin. "Oh my god, you're soaking wet!"

A sheepish grin spread across Jeongin's face as he nodded. "Yeah, the rain got me good. Surprise, I guess?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his unexpected entrance. "Surprise indeed! Let's get you out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold." The concern in your voice was evident as you motioned for him to follow you, warmth in your eyes. "Go to the bathroom, Jeongin. Change out of those and take a warm shower. I'll get some dry clothes out for you."

Jeongin nodded appreciatively. "Thanks, Y/N."

As he went into the bathroom, you headed to your wardrobe to retrieve some clothes for him. It wasn't unusual for Jeongin to stay over, so he had accumulated a fair share of his clothes at your place. You selected a comfortable set and laid them out on the bed, making sure everything was ready for him.

While Jeongin was in the shower, you went to the kitchen, deciding to prepare some tea to help him feel warmer. The comforting aroma of the tea filled the air as you carefully brewed it. Once ready, you carried the mug upstairs, hearing the shower turn off as you reached the top.

Setting the tea down on the nightstand, you took a seat on the bed. Moments later, Jeongin emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. His wet hair clung to his forehead, and droplets of water glistened on his skin.

You motioned for him to sit down beside you on the bed. Reaching for a bottle of moisturizer, you squeezed some onto your hands and gently started rubbing it onto his face. The subtle scent filled the room as you continued, your touch a soothing gesture.

Jeongin closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax under your care. As you worked on his shoulders, you couldn't help but smile at his tranquility.

"Thank you for taking care of me," Jeongin said with a sincere smile on his face.

Setting the moisturizer aside, you picked up the mug of warm tea and handed it to Jeongin. He took a sip, the comforting warmth spreading through him as he enjoyed the soothing effects of both the tea and your touch.

You then handed him the pile of dry clothes and Jeongin nodded appreciatively, proceeding to change. As he did, you subtly looked away, giving him the privacy he needed.

When he was done, Jeongin sat back down next to you. "I'm 100% sure I won't get a cold now," he declared with a satisfied grin.

"I hope so," you replied, returning his smile. Then, with a playful twinkle in your eye, you added, "Also, did you know that the rain itself can't actually make you sick? But if you stay wet and cold for a long time, it can lower your body temperature and weaken your immune system, making you more likely to catch a cold or flu."

"Way to go, Smarty," he responded with a teasing smile.

Your laughter filled the room as you playfully pulled him down, laying next to you. Leaning on him, you enjoyed the closeness, reveling in the comfort of the moment. Jeongin, not one to miss an opportunity, gently brought your chin up, and with a tender kiss, your lips met.

The initial softness of the kiss soon deepened into a passionate moment. Jeongin loved the sensation of being close to you, and the intimate connection sparked a desire for more. As the kiss continued, he gently teased, parting your lips. With a bold move, he inserted his tongue.

His hands, fuelled by a growing intensity, moved to your waist, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his fingertips. In response, you reached under his shirt, your fingers tracing the contours of the milky skin on his chest and abs.

The moment, charged with desire, took an unexpected turn as Jeongin pulled away. His eyes, reflecting a mixture of emotions, met yours. "Y/N, you're so, so beautiful," he began, his voice filled with sincerity. "You're smart, you're caring—you're literally perfect. I'll never deserve you."

You looked back at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. "Jeongin, you're all those things too," you reassured him. "Smart, caring, and incredibly beautiful. What do you mean you don't deserve me? I feel like most people would think it's the other way around."

Jeongin's frustration and insecurities tugged at him, and he began to ramble, his words stumbling over each other. "It's just... I see you, and I see everything you are, and it's like you're this amazing person, and I'm just me. You're achieving so much more than I ever will. And I'm sorry that I can't measure up to what you deserve. That I'll never be enough for someone as perfect as you."

"Jeongin," you interrupted gently, reaching out to hold his hands. "I'm not perfect, so stop thinking that. And you've achieved so much. You're well known worldwide, you get to travel to these wonderful places. Sometimes, I wish I could do that too."

"But," he interjected, his frustration evident, "I feel bad when I can't help you with studying like your other friends do. I went into high school late, never even attended it much even after and you literally skipped a whole grade. I feel so stupid compared to you."

You squeezed his hands gently, "You do help me study, Jeongin. Just having you next to me while I'm studying helps me. That's why I always drag you to the library with me because you're my support. Your presence is more than enough."

Jeongin smiled slightly at the comment, his frustration easing a bit.

"And you know," you continued, "I learn a lot from you too. About different cultures from the countries you've visited, how you manage to sing trot, how to act, how to dance, how to get your perfect skin, and most importantly, how to tolerate seven guys who are constantly trying to baby us. You bring so much into my life, Jeongin. It's not about who's better or smarter. It's about how we make each other happy."

Jeongin looked at you, a hint of doubt still lingering. "But what about what other people think? Everyone will think you're so impressive, and I'm just a guy who wasn't smart enough to do anything else but music."

"Don't beat yourself up about what others think," you asserted. "Plus, nowadays, who cares about how well people do in college? They all know idols work their asses off to be what they are. Everyone admires you, Jeongin."

"But, Y/N," Jeongin began, "you work just as hard as me."

"And that's exactly my point," you replied, a warm smile on your face. "We both work hard in our own ways, and that's what matters. It's about the effort we put in, not some standard of success. You're amazing just the way you are, Jeongin."

Feeling the sincerity in your words, Jeongin buried his face in your neck, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. "I love you so much, Y/N," he mumbled against your skin.

Smiling, you ran your fingers through his hair. "I love you too, Jeongin," you replied, causing him to hum contently against your skin. The two of you stayed in that comforting embrace for a while, the world outside seemingly fading away. However, a practical thought crossed your mind. "Wait, let me put your wet clothes in the washer," you suggested.

Jeongin, with his eyes closed, murmured, "Baby, no, stay. I was about to fall asleep."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his half-asleep endearment. "What did you just call me?" you teased. A soft, content smile graced Jeongin's face as he kept his eyes closed. "Okay, Innie, I'm staying," you replied, using the playful nickname his members often used.

In response, Jeongin shifted, scooting up to become the big spoon. His arms wrapped around you, squeezing you gently as if you were his favorite teddy bear. A chuckle escaped your lips as your legs tangled together, finding a comfortable position. He rested his head on yours, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest creating a soothing lullaby.

[s1ater]

hell v heaven.

pairings. harry bingham x fem!reader

about. reader gets scolded by her friend only for harry to defend her

warnings. swearing

from ricky's mailbox to yours. I don't expect anything from this, I just wanted to post because I miss this damn show

west ham was always ordinarily boring and filled to the brim with people who had their pockets filled with more than enough money to know what to do with.

your life was a repetitive process and ran on a schedule that really never changed unless you chose to eat breakfast for once in your life, which you never really did--or take your mom up on the offer to go on walks—which you also really never did.

the day you got off that bus and found no parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, or even siblings was a day you couldn’t help but sigh in relief with finding a loss of obligations and responsibilities. you felt a lift from your shoulders and a greatness fill your chest as you finally let go and fell from your schedule.

but it wasn’t funny and you were no longer having any fun the moment you discovered your situation was permanent and a forest had overgrown all roads and tracks out of this new found nightmare of yours.

“you think god's trying to teach us a lesson?” you looked up from your book seeing your friend maddie who had her lips pressed into a thin line, still trying to figure out this whole predicament.

even as this was a nightmare and you weren’t used to change, you found yourself leaning away from getting caught up in caring so much or getting too emotional about it. you figured you could be in worse situations and at least you were still alive.

“i don’t think it’s that deep,” you mumbled carelessly, flipping the page to your book, not sparing another glance to her till she stands up with a huff and grumble, clenching and unclenching her fists while exiting harry’s living room.

but then she felt herself flipping around, facing you and your slightly confused expression, “what’s your problem?”

you frowned a little deeper as she stood before you with her poised posture, seeming more angered than you had ever seen her, “what?-” you shared a look with harry who seemed just as lost as you did before she cut you off.

“because ever since we discovered we’re trapped here it seems like you couldn’t give a damn and it’s really pissing me off,” she exhaled roughly with her chest puffing in and out with air, like she had been waiting a long time to say this. “you’re not here for anyone and i haven’t heard you cry once either, y/n.”

“you want me.. you want me to cry?” you raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback.

“yes, y/n, because i’m really close to thinking you’re a sociopath-”

“woah, woah, woah, maddie” harry shook his head with his lips deeply curved downwards, “shut up.”

“don’t tell me to ‘shut up’ harry.”

“don’t be a cunt, maddie,” he scoffs, looking at her as if she were a fool. his stare is harsh and she even slowly begins to feel like one with how hard and taunting his eyes are.

if harry had a skill in something, it'd be his way of looking down on people and making them feel his disgust and repulsion toward them. harry had to be one of the most arrogant people you had met, but at least his arrogance came in handy in situations where you needed defense.

"whatever, harry," she rolls her eyes at him, trying to push off the sickening feeling he pushed on to her. "you two deserve each other, especially if you're both enjoying this little vacation we were gifted."

harry sits in the grey chair maddie previously sat in, "you okay?"

"yeah, I'm good."

“you sure?”

you look up to him, finally meeting his dialed in expression that was genuine and curious to your well being.

strange.

it was things like this that gave you somewhat joy that you no longer had a schedule, that kept you from hating your new reality.

west ham turning upside down revealed a lot about your fellow classmates and even best friend’s character, as seen seconds ago. you couldn’t decipher whether or not you found joy in the fact of that, but right now, with harry sitting across from you and close to reach out to you, was something you knew you enjoyed.

before, in your tight knit schedule, harry didn’t fit in it. he was only a family friend you saw at birthdays and conjoined vacations since the beginning of your memory, but nothing more.

“yeah, i’m sure,” you pressed your lips into a thin line.

“i don’t think she understands people handle grief differently,” he looks sympathetic but drops any attempt to move closer with a reach of comfort upon realization that you were really fine.

“you think i’m in grief?”

he pauses, doesn’t look at you for a minute with silence as he narrows his eyebrows before looking up to meet your eyes, “i mean, aren’t we all?”

aren’t we all?

jesus, maybe you were a sociopath.

“i-uh-“

“y/n,” he stops you, shaking his hand. “when-when my father died, i didn’t think it was real. all these people came up to me, your parents, all would walk up, apologize, offer their condolences, but i never really understood. what was the big deal?—just a death, right?”

he offers an awkward smile with a glance through his eyelashes, before looking back to his carpet, “thing was, i didn’t realize that that death, was my fathers death—i mean i did, my body didn’t. i was in denial.”

silence. you both think about his words.

the way he spoke was really smart--it surprised you that it was him that they were coming from. not only did you start to enjoy his company, but his words...

“i shouldn’t have-“

“no,” you cut him from his potential regret in sharing. you knew that took a lot from him. “maybe you're right… or maybe maddie is. maybe i really am a sociopath.”

"y/n, that's an insane thing to say," he shakes his head, still looking down, but now at his hands as he begins to rub them together. "everyone handles grief differently," he repeats, "especially something like this; especially something that feels nowhere near real."

you stare at harry, blinking, while he stares back at you with a thin-lipped smile. you felt your chest tighten to an extreme as you continued to watch, thinking about his words that tumble around in your head. you somehow couldn't grasp it; the reassurance. but rather... you were more hung up on the matter that it was him saying such kind words to you.

everyone knew harry was the biggest asshole in west ham and he had no shame in it. everyone would call you a liar is you ever exposed the conversation; harry didn't have a nice bone in his body, so how was it that he had just created one of the nicest convos you had ever had with anyone?

your chest pulls into a ball even more. you feel like you can't breathe.

what was happening to you?

you hadn't felt a pang of sadness till now.

"you okay?"

you hate that question.

"yeah, i'm okay."

"you sure?" he's leaning towards you, his eyes prying.

you feel the pressure intensify, but this time around your eyes as if something had the need to be forced out.

fuck, not now.

"y/n, woah," he's quick to come closer to you, now kneeling before you with his hands on your face.

“i shouldn’t be crying-“

he shushes you as he tries his best to clear your face from the salty tears that begin to run down your cheeks like a hill. he smiles lightly to your embarrassment while shaking his head, “crying is fine.”

“i feel bad.”

“for what?”

“harry, i don’t even feel bad about them being gone,” you sniff, wiping your face from the wetness quickly. “i feel bad about you and your father and everything.”

“oh?” he seems caught off guard about this, taking a step back from your distraught stare. “why?”

you stare over at him with wide doe eyes, something that looks like fear for the matter of having to provide an explanation. you glance to the side, also leaning away from him, bracing yourself to answer. you feel even more choked up, like your throat had been clogged and stuffed with toilet paper--or whatever it was to help you not speak.

"my parents-" you sniff, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "god, I hated my parents--so I'm not sorry that I'm not sad about something that is ultimately a blessing... but I am sorry that this has happened to you... all of you."

he stares. he feels as if he's about to explode.

"I'm sorry, harry--that you had to lose your father and your mother as fast as you did," you shake your head, "I'm sorry that you think that that's how I feel about my own parents."

why does he feel like this?

his hand is mid air, reaching to clasp his chest as if consoling his heart, but it doesn't goes as far to make contact.

he feels strange. he doesn't know how to cope with someone he has known for so long revealing what must have been the biggest burden on their shoulders, hidden in plain sight from him, as well as gushing about sympathy for him--he hates that.

as for the other thing; harry had known you since the beginning of time, he knew your parents since the beginning of time. you were both absorbed within the same lifestyle but the two of you were never anything more than acquaintances.

he found it strange that he could see your life so clearly like it was his own, but it seemed that was only the surface of a glass window that only you and your family allowed people to see.

"y/n, you're not a sociopath," he finally says, "sociopaths don't feel sympathy for other people. you're just in a difficult situation that no kid will understand because their parents are their heroes."

he pinches the bridge of his nose, finally looking up to you, "you also shouldn't feel bad for me."

you looked at him confused, urging him to explain.

"none of us are saints, y/n. somehow i think we all deserve this," he runs a hand down the front of his face. "you... you're just somehow better than the rest of us, this is a vacation god has granted you."

you stifle a laugh, shaking your head.

he smiles in return before dropping his face into a softer expression, reaching for your hand, "you good?"

"yeah, i'm good," you nod.

"good," he squeezes your hand. "enjoy heaven while you have it."

[rossary-of-the-rose]

So. I just listened to MAG 200, finally finishing the fever dream that is The Magnus Archives, and all I have to say is: Holy shit. Just. Good lord.

Look, I knew it was going to be sad. I've been on Pinterest. But Jesus. I was not prepared. Now I'm shaking and will certainly be curling in the fetal position later, sobbing and screaming into the void. I mean, I'm happy for Basira, Melanie & Georgie of course, as well as our beloved Admiral, but God. Jon and Martin, I love you, you deserved so much better, I see why all your fanfics are fix it. But even just thinking about everyone we have lost, all the characters I got emotionally attached to. Sasha. Tim. Daisy. Michael Shelley. Even thinking about all the avatars (I'm a sucker for a villian, what can I say?) makes my lungs spasm with love and want. I shall miss them all for eternity.

And so ends possibly the greatest experience I've ever had with a fandom, at least until I recover enough to start tmagp. Everything about tma is just pure amazingness. Everything. It's funny how much you can grow to love random people just by hearing them voice act a character and laugh in bloopers. I love them so much, the whole cast. The two blooper episodes brought me more joy than I think I have ever experienced with a piece of media, trumping even the mighty Good Omens, which is saying something (To be fair though, Not with that thong on! and Oh god, I'm knackered, I've been doing all this labelling! would make anyone crack up, although perhaps not continue hysterically giggling for over fifty minutes... They still pop into my head sometimes and I'll just randomly snort in really inappropriate situations because I'm gonna buy some 'ead and shoulders, 'cause I found one on the road this mornin'! and Gertrude's been on the sauce, need I say more? Yes? Alright then,if you insist - Happy little DOORBELLS! FifTy MInUteS eArLY! and Fuck you, Jonny. God, he drags the rest of us down. What a wanker! I could go on, but I feel these brackets have already gotten way longer than they have any business being). I love these strangers more than I love anyone else I've actually met before, except my partner. They are everything to me. And I cannot wait to re-listen to all five seasons yet again, definitely screaming and crying and laughing and screaming while I do so. I have never before listened to and experienced something so perfect. Alex and Jonny, you have legitimately changed my life in all the best and worst ways possible, and I hate you and love you for it. You have my utmost gratitude and admiration, also kindly piss off.

Seriously though, the genuine adoration and idolization I hold for all the voice actors is sort of concerning. VA for Simon Fairchild gets a special mention, as well as Michael The Distortion because how is it possible to fall in love with a person after listening to only their voice for thirty seconds-

[clovermunson]

movie night — e. munson

summary: you spend halloween night with your best friend, eddie, and it ends in more than what either of you anticipated

pairings: eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: none really, just mentions of horror movies, eddie being a dork, mentions of food and eating, best friends to lovers goodness. all around fluff. there’s no read more cut bc tumblr kept trying to fuck up the entire fic when i added one.

word count: 1.679k

author’s note: ‘tis the season to be spooky, my little internet cryptids. so naturally, i had to write this eddie fic at the absolute last minute. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, i just ask that you do not repost my work and claim it as your own! — xo, morgan❤️

requested tags: @ardent-musings

Halloween was Eddie’s favorite holiday. An all-you-can-eat buffet of candy, horror movie marathons, and scaring the living shit out of some punk kids that deserved it seemed to be one of the few things that brought him a genuine sense of joy.

However, nothing had compared to being out all night with his best friend, which was you. He’d been best friends with you since second grade, and was totally sure he’d had feelings for you at least since freshman year of high school.

“Eds, c’mon.” You huffed, “don’t you think you’ve gotten enough candy?”

Eddie looked down at the pillowcase in his hand that he’d snatched from one of the middle-school kids he’d scared shitless earlier for bullying an elementary schooler.

“It’s only half-full.” He shrugged, “think that’s enough for both of us?”

“Depends, how much of the good stuff is in there?” You asked, giggling.

“There’s plenty of chocolate, suckers, and sour candy if that’s what you’re asking.” Eddie chuckled, digging out a small bag of sour gummy worms and offering them to you.

You took the gummy worms from him, smiling as you opened the packet and began eating them. “Y’know, you promised me we’d watch Halloween tonight.”

“Did I?” Eddie feigned confusion, acting as if he were trying to recall when exactly he’d made such a promise.

“Uh, yeah.” You snorted, “remember the other day at lunch?”

“Ah.” Eddie snapped his fingers, “I did promise you that.” He smiled at his own mock-realization.

“Very funny, Munson.” You rolled your eyes, trying to keep yourself from laughing, “stop acting like you forgot.”

“C’mon sweetheart.” Eddie let the nickname slip, he’d only used it for you a few times, but every time it did, it never failed to make your cheeks turn hot and your brain go fuzzy like television static. And you knew that he’d only called two things ‘sweetheart’— you and his beloved guitar.

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Eddie.” You tried to be stern with him, “you, me, your place, and Halloween on VHS. Got it?” You grabbed his hand, dragging him to his van that had been parked on the curb.

“Ooh, assertive.” Eddie smirked, chuckling lowly, “I like it.” He gave a flirtatious wink.

“Gross.” You fake-gagged, shaking your head. You tried opening the driver’s side door, but it wouldn’t budge.

Eddie hummed to himself, seemingly off in his own little world as you struggled with the door, clearly having not realized it was locked in your haste to get back to his trailer.

“Eds, unlock the door.” You stated flatly, crossing your arms.

“What was that?” Eddie looked down at you, head tilted.

“Eddie, c’mon.” You huffed, “unlock the damn door.”

“Ah ah, what’s the magic word?” Eddie smirked, licking his bottom lip.

“Edward Munson.” You used his full name, “unlock the goddamn door.”

“Hmm, I don’t think that’s it, sweetheart.” His voice was sickly sweet, sending shivers down your spine— though you’d blame it on the cool October air before you admitted it was Eddie’s doing.

Finally, you’d cracked. And you were ashamed at how little it took.

“Eddie, please unlock the goddamn door.” You pleaded, “it’s freezing out here.” You lied, you’d been wearing Eddie’s jacket over your clothes, so you were rather warm.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Eddie smiled, fishing his keys out from his pocket, unlocking the driver’s door before leading you over to the passenger side door, unlocking it for you. “M’lady.” He offered his hand to help you in.

You took his hand, stepping up and into the van, plopping down on the cloth seat. Eddie’s van had smelled like him, a distinct mixture of cologne and cigarettes that was unmistakable.

Eddie closed the door behind you, careful not to smash your hand or foot before he opened the driver’s side door. He slid into the seat, turning the key in the ignition.

“Princess always has to get what she wants, hm?” Eddie hummed teasingly.

“It’s not my fault I have a best friend that spoils me and practically waits on me hand and foot.” You smiled, and Eddie knew well enough that you weren’t wrong. He did spoil you, and he took pleasure in that. He wasn’t the richest guy in Hawkins, or even close to it, but he wanted you to feel special.

“And what’s so wrong about that?” Eddie looked over to you, one hand resting on the steering wheel.

“Oh, nothing.” You smiled, “it’s quite nice, actually.”

Eddie smiled to himself as he pulled out from his parking spot, driving through one of the more rich neighborhoods of Hawkins.

Eddie’s trailer was about a ten minute drive from where you were, and most of the ride was spent flipping through his cassette collection, with you jokingly judging his music taste.

“Alright, you can stop now.” Eddie laughed as he parked in front of his trailer, “we’re here.”

“But it’s so much fun seeing you get flustered over your music collection.” You teased him, noticing how he’d blush a little each time you complimented his taste and how he’d cutely puff out his cheeks whenever you’d criticize something.

“You wanna watch the movie or not?” Eddie smirked, switching off the ignition, “I can still turn around and go collect more candy.”

“No!” You exclaimed, grabbing at his arm, “I mean…yeah, I do.” You smiled sheepishly, realizing that your little outburst wasn’t entirely necessary.

“That’s what I thought.” Eddie smiled at you. It was a small victory, but he’d take it.

Eddie led you up the concrete steps to the door of his home, opening it for you. You stepped inside, instantly met by Wayne’s rather excessive collection of trucker hats and coffee mugs that were along the wall.

The VHS had already been placed on the coffee table, and Eddie was in the kitchen, making a bag of microwave popcorn. You grabbed the tape from its box, popping it into the VCR player and switching on the tv.

“Just a couple more minutes on the popcorn!” Eddie called from the kitchen, “don’t break into the candy stash yet, you little sugar fiend.”

You giggled at him calling you a sugar fiend. He really knew you all too well, in fact, better than anyone else. For you to deny that you had any feelings for him other than friendship would be a flat-out lie. But you never quite had the nerve to act on it.

“And the popcorn’s done.” Eddie held up the bag, carefully opening it as a few of the kernels still popped, despite being removed from the microwave.

“Movie’s in, and the candy stash is still intact.” You smiled, handing him the remote control as you took the popcorn, “anything else?”

“Uuhhh,” Eddie thought over everything, “just one more thing.”

You gave him a puzzled look, but you knew by the playful grin on his face that it was too late to try and fight against anything.

“Eddie, don't you dare!” You giggled just as he’d tackled you down to the couch, pulling you into his side. He’d nearly made you spill the popcorn, but thankfully his nimble hand was quick enough to stop it from tilting over your head.

“That.” Eddie chuckled, his arm rested over your shoulders as you both readjusted. Eddie sat up against the back of the couch while you nuzzled into his side.

Platonic cuddling had become a habit, yet both of you had your suspicions, albeit unknown to each other, about it not being as platonic anymore.

Of course you’d seen Halloween many times since its release, but Michael Myers had never failed to make you jump every time he randomly appeared. This time was no exception, and you’d jumped just enough for Eddie to notice.

“Aren’t you scared by that at all?” You looked up at him with a strawberry lollipop in your hand, and his eyes had been focused on the screen until he noticed you looking up at him with those big, sparkling doe eyes of yours.

“Absolutely terrified.” He barely nodded, his breath hitching. Michael Myers didn’t scare him at all, but the thought of acting on his feelings for you terrified him beyond belief.

You turned back to the screen, settling against Eddie’s body. He gently kissed the top of your head, subconsciously pulling you closer.

Maybe, just maybe, he had the nerve to finally act on his feelings. Now was as good a time as any, and he didn’t want to be the idiot that waited too long.

“I like you.” He blurted, immediately regretting his admission as you slowly turned to him, sitting up as you did so.

“I’m sorry…what?” You asked, blinking as you set your lollipop down on its wrapper.

“I…I said I like you.” Eddie sighed, knowing he couldn’t lie to you. “Not like, as just a friend but like…y’know…” he shyly smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Eddie, your best friend of easily thirteen years, had told you that he had feelings for you, and you’d convinced yourself that he didn’t see you as more than a friend, despite your own feelings for him.

“Eddie…” you whispered, unable to say anything else. Your brain had turned to mush, and it seemed like every function of your brain had given out in that moment.

“You don’t have to say anything, or even say it back I—” Eddie stammered over his own words, only to be interrupted by you.

“Just shut up and kiss me, Munson.” You shook your head, trying to hide the smile that had found its way onto your lips.

“What?” Eddie asked, taken aback by your sudden proclamation.

“Kiss me.” You smiled, deciding to tease him, “before I change my mind.”

Eddie didn’t need it to be repeated again as his hand cupped your face, his lips meeting yours in a soft, sweet kiss.

As you pulled away from each other, Eddie had a rather cheeky smirk, which went perfectly with the shy, flustered blush that was on your cheeks.

“Tastes just like strawberries.”

[maniacwatchestheworld]

So here we are. The final round of @batman-heritageposts' sexyman tournament. The final showdown. Dick Grayson vs Two-Face. And as this competition draws to a close, I will once more ask you to vote... But instead of voting for Harvey "Two-Face" Dent, I am going to ask you to vote against him, and to vote for Dick Grayson instead. This isn't how I wanted things to be, but alas. As a loyal fan of Two-Face, it is what I must do. I had hoped that Jason would have made it to the finals. Losing to him is what Harvey would want and prefer out of the two participating Robins. But alas. That is not in the cards today.

As Harvey's former campaign manager, who has pushed to bring all of these disparate parts of the Batfandom together in a unified cause- to vote for Two-Face, your second best option, and to vote against Dick Grayson, the clear favorite to win this competition, this must seem like a betrayal. But you see, this was my plan all along. To get to the finals and then to give up, thus securing second place. Exactly as Two-Face would want. Two-Face would want to be second place. It's not like he needs to win any more elections. He's done that plenty already. After all, the last time he held an elected position, you could say that it... Left him scarred for life! >:] Also I must ask... What did you expect!? I was asking for you to vote for a literal two-faced politician! Were you really not expecting a betrayal!?

The way I see it, us fans of Two-Face... We've already won. We made it to the finals. Second place is secured. There's no more need to campaign. We win this round, then Harvey is crowned the king Batman sexyman, and Harvey would be disappointed. We lose this round, Harvey is second best sexyman, and he would be very happy about getting second place! If we lose, we win! So no point in fighting anymore! We've won the only spot that matters. And so to everyone who helped us get there, I genuinely thank you from the bottom of my heart. It was a fantastic ride. It's alright. We can lose now. u.u

Alls that's left is to watch and see what happens. It appears that my propaganda campaign was very successful. But was it so successful that it will secure the win for Harvey over Dick even though I'm no longer pushing for it? And what about the revenge vote? Will the Riddler and Jason stans push Two-Face to victory against his wishes? If Two-Face does win this, it will be for what he represents rather than for who he actually is. Harvey would want to lose and get second place. So for him to win despite that? There is something interesting and poignant to be said there, especially with Harvey, but I will just leave it at that for now. I may encourage people to vote for Dick for Two-Face's sake, but ultimately I can't control how people will vote. So it will be interesting to see what will actually happen here.

Of course all of the people who helped us to get to this point and were counting on the revenge vote may feel dissatisfied with pushing for Two-Face all this time, only for us to give up now. But perhaps it would give you solace to think of it like this. Dick may win, but we can still take one thing from him. The pride, dignity, and joy of truly winning a hard fought battle. If Dick wins here, it is because we let him win. Ive already case my vote for Dick. Dick may be the top Batman sexyman, but only because the Two-Face coalition permits it. If he only wins because we permit it, is it truly a victory? Perhaps. But every time that they say that Dick is the sexiest Batman character, it is only because we allowed it because actually having Two-Face win the competition would be much less satisfying. If we choose to lose, who really dominates the sexyman polls? Either way we win. And Dick loses. Because even a victory for Dick would be empty. We've already won. And Dick has already lost.

So do the right thing.

Vote Dick Grayson for Batman sexyman so that Two-Face can get second place like he wants and deserves!

[cyncerity]

About the situation

ok so i hate addressing drama on here but this feels important.

If this is how you’re learning about the Shubble situation, i apologize

more under the cut

first things first: i 100% stand with and believe Shubble. My heart is with her fully and I’m so glad she’s healing from what she went through with her abuser.

the reason im posting this, though, is because of the discourse surrounding Wilbur Soot and the possibility/evidence that he was the unnamed abuser Shubble was talking about. And as many of you know, i post a lot of crimeboy/sbi/wilbur-centric stuff. For now, because from what i can tell the situation is less than a week old, i’m going to give Wilbur time to respond. I won’t say that it’s him, i won’t say that it’s not him, but i’m prepared for the worst.

As for this blog, i’m probably going to handle this the same way i handled the Dream situation; i’m going to take a break from Wilbur centric aus for the moment until things become clearer, but the odds that i’ll stop writing for his character all together are slim. I don’t write with ccs in mind, ever, period. At this point i’m treating the dsmp cast like OCs with how far removed from their og characters they tend to be in my stories. In all honestly, i stopped watching half of these creators over a year ago, but i still like the idea of their dsmp characters. Hell, to be completely truthful i don’t think i’ve ever watched a Dream or Sapnap youtube video in full and those two are main characters in like half of my aus.

Also clarification just so this doesn’t get misconstrued: when i say “i’m going to handle this like the Dream situation,” i mean i’m gonna keep writing and not take down my previous stories, i’m just going to distance myself from the creator until more comes to light. I don’t want to compare Shubble’s experiences with abuse to fakes snapchat screenshots posted on twitter. Again, I stand with and believe Shubble’s story 100%, abuse is not something to be taken lightly and I wish her nothing but the best. It takes guts to speak out like she has and I commend her bravery.

This situation is a bit harder for me than the Dream one, though, because as I mentioned, i was never a huge cc!Dream fan, more a c!Dream fan. But I’ll be devastated if this is all true because I was a huge Wilbur Soot fan. Never really liked LoveJoy, just wasn’t my type of music, but SootHouse was quite literally the first YouTube channel i ever watched. Not to be parasocial, but Wilbur’s videos got me through some tough times. His YLYL videos were the only things that brought me joy when Techno’s death announcement was released on my birthday. I really looked up to him.

I don’t want to make this about me, the main thing in this situation is to support Shubble. No matter who the ex is, she deserves all of our unwavering support right now. I hope that if it wasn’t Wilbur that he somehow clears his name soon, but that if it was (im hoping it’s not but im not ignorant enough to blindly disregard all the evidence) that he regrets what he did and is getting help. I believe people can change and that everyone deserves a second chance, but im not going to know what to think of him until he gives a genuine, heartfelt apology for his actions, fully commits to bettering himself, and proves that he’ll never do something like this again.

[zozo-01]

It's their Big Night, but we can have fun too.

Happy New Years Eve everyone!!! This fic is apart of the Redacted Winter Gift Exchange ran by the amazing and lovely @the-sugar-crash!! Thank you so much for hosting this event!! And a big thank you to @taelonsamada for helping me through writer's block, @lostinanothersmemories for letting me use their headcanon of Darlin's nickname being 'fluffy' and to @sri-rachaa for beta reading this for me!!!

@starlight925, I hope you enjoy your fic!!! It's always fun to revisit my favourite non-canon couple!!!

CW: This is an David/Darlin' story, No Angel or Sam AU, surprisingly no angst considering who is being written ;-;

--

“Hey Tank! We wanted to ask if you could-”

“If this is about chaperoning the pup’s prom, then no. Do you want me to say it french? Trouver quelqu'un d'autre parce que non, je ne veux pas y aller.”

Asher knew that this task would be one of the hardest of his life. He's handled inter-pack politics, an onslaught of the most vicious empowered folk, and he has been blessed with the patience to navigate David’s temper. But holy hell, nothing could top this.

“I know this isn’t your thing, but pleaseeeeee! It would mean so much to the pups that their favourite tank wolf is thereeee!” He wore the best puppy eyes he can muster, a look that has made the most strong-willed people give into all of his desires. Or to get Gabe to sneak him another sweet treat without his parents realizing.

There was only one person with even more deadly puppy eyes than him, and they were standing in front of him.

Tank scoffed in disbelief. “If you think some sorry ass puppy eyes is gonna change my mind, then you better start begging.” 

For a split moment, Asher genuinely considered begging them to go. It had been tradition for the older wolves to attend the pup’s prom, just to make sure no shenanigans happened that night. And the shenanigans that do occur only do so after every wolf make sure the pups will be okay.

It was part of the reason why Asher wants them there so badly. Unfortunately, Tank had plenty of experience both doing and witnessing dumb teenagers doing dumb teenager things. Having them there would make sure none of the pups slip through the gaps of the older wolves’ piercing sight. Like hell they’d let a pup pass through without notice the same way they did.

He didn’t want to say that reason though, it makes him sound like he’s using their bad experiences to his advantage, and that is the last thing he wants. He wants them there because they’re them and they’re a wonderful presence to be around.

A lightbulb went off. Asher remembered that there was someone as desperate, if not more, then himself to have Tank be a chaperone.

“David’s gonna be there.”

Unnoticed by human ears, Tank’s breath hitched and their heart rate sped up for a quick second. It was just that, a quick second.

But for the poor darling Tank, Asher did not have human ears and a second in their change state was all he needed. ‘Hehe, got you right where I want you,’ he thought mischievously. 

“I sure as fuck hope David is going ‘cus how the fuck are you gonna get anyone to go if the big dawg ain’t going?” 

Asher's face beamed in a wicked grin. They were deflecting, and when Tank deflects, it means you’ve struck some nerve in them. There was a truth that they were desperately trying to conceal, and that was their everlasting and ever burning feelings for a certain Alpha.

Lucky for them, that certain Alpha was holding onto hope that they had felt the same.

And as Beta, it was duty to bring these two stubborn dumbasses together. After everything they’ve been through, they deserve to feel true and unbound joy with each other. All he had to do was convince the both of them to tell each other the truth.

Seems easy enough?

“Well, David said that he wants you there too! You’re pack and therefore, you need to be a part of pack traditions!” He flashed his trademark easy going smile and continued, “and besides, heard that David’s going all out for this event too.”

They raised their eyebrows. “Our David? Going all out for something that isn’t company related? You’re gonna have to tell me more buddy.”

‘Fuck yes! They’re curious and now they won’t stop until they find out! That’s another point for best Beta Asher!’

He lowered his voice as if he was revealing his own greatest secret. “David’s pulling out the suit, you know? The black one with the gold designs?” When Tank realized what Asher was talking about, their eyes widened by a fraction and they took a sharp intake of air. 

The suit in question was one that David wore at an industry dinner that was mandatory for everyone, including the pack’s beloved wayward wolf. He had worn a classic black suit that had gorgeous golden embroidery that adorned one half of the blazer. The whole outfit had shown off David’s well toned body. He exuded power and commanded attention from everyone in the room, and that included Tank’s.

Asher had later learned from his mate that after the dinner when they, Tank and Stealth had met up for some after party fun, Tank had confessed in a drunken stupor how much they adored David’s outfit. How they were ready to rip out the eyes of everyone in that room so they could keep that sight to themselves. 

If the outfit had that much of an effect on them, who’s to say it wouldn’t have that same effect again? And there is nothing that makes a person want to confess more than thick sexual tension choking them.

“I’ll…” They let out a sigh knowing they fell hook, line and sinker for Asher’s trap. “I’ll go, you bastard. But whatever you’re planning? It ain’t gonna work. There is no way in hell that I’m gonna let it.”

“Do you even know the plan?” “No, but you’re fucking planning something and that’s enough to keep me on edge.”

‘Typical Tank to think that there are nefarious plots being plotted against them.’ Sure their instincts were right that he was planning something, but that didn’t negate the fact that he wished they didn’t have to be this hypervigilant. Part of him hoped David could ease the desperate grip Tank has on control of their life.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ll text you details later!” He ran off, ready to tell David the good news.

‘Now I just gotta convince him to wear that black suit without giving Tank away.’

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“Oh hell fucking nah, you ain’t wearing that outfit to prom.”

“I’m with Milo on this, what the hell are you doing Tank?”

Despite many preconceived notions about them, they truly cared about how they appeared. 

Something, something, if they were going to die, they want to die pretty. 

It hurt Tank to wear such a boring outfit, but between not having the most… appropriate outfit for a high school prom and how they absolutely do not want to steal the show with their scars, they have relegated themselves to wearing a terrible outfit. Said outfit was a pair of black jeans, a hoodie and some nice shoes. It was nice, basic but nice.

Milo and Sweetheart were anything but basic.

He ripped the outfit from their hands and threw it onto their bed. “Tank, I know you can do better than that!” He walked over to their closet and rummaged through a number of outfits. He pulled out a red cropped and backless shirt. “See? This outfit is way better than the shit hoodie.”

“First off,” they started off while taking the shirt in Milo’s hand. “Don’t diss my hoodie. Secondly, who in the fuck would wear a shirt like this to prom?” They gestured to redshirt in their hand. “I’d get dress-coded before I make it to the hall and I’m not even a student!”

Sweetheart walked over to their closet and took a peak in. “What if you wore a leather jacket on top of that? That should keep it ‘appropriate’.” The stealth grabbed the first jacket they saw.

The jacket was a black leather one, slightly larger than the ones they own. It had laid untouched in their closet for a long time, years even. They don’t know why, but they were convinced that the jacket wasn’t theirs. Which is stupid, it had a similar style to their other black jackets. And sure, it was a bit oversized, but Tank was never opposed to a looser fit.

So where the hell did that jacket come from? And who did it belong to?

Milo snickered and said, “oh I know why Tank don’t wanna dress up.” He strained his arm so he could wrap it around Tank’s shoulders. “They don’t want David to see them all dolled up. Gotta keep that side of ‘em locked up!”

They pushed Milo’s arm off them with the sound of Sweetheart’s laugh echoing in the background. They tried to stutter out an answer, but each word that left Tank further incriminated them. 

Sweetheart patted them on the back. “It’s ok you know, having a crush on your Alpha.” They picked up the red shirt and black leather jacket off the ground. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t be the hottest wolf in Dahlia. Now go show everyone why you’re the pack’s heartthrob.”

The wolf knew when the stealth says everyone, they specifically mean David.

Tank took the outfit from Sweetheart and kicked the other two out of their room. 

They were the Tank wolf of the Shaw Pack, they were one hot ass wolf and like hell they’ll let anyone intimidate them.

But their feelings for David Shaw might be the one thing that could scare them.

–

“They’re late.”

“It’s only been half an hour, they’ll be here.”

This is ridiculous. Here he was standing in the middle of the banquet hall, watching a bunch of sweaty and horny teenagers, in his fanciest outfit and the person he wanted to see hadn’t showed up. What was the point of putting on this jacket if Tank wasn’t going to show up?

Asher noticed the all too familiar impatient look on his Alpha’s face. “Look, they’re coming with Milo and his mate, and you know how they like to take their sweet time.” He put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. “They’ll come.”

Asher’s reassurances doesn’t make up for the fact that the worst case scenarios are flooding David’s brain. Had they decided that the pack tradition wasn’t worth it? That he wasn’t worth it? Or maybe something had happened to them on the road. A car crash? Quinn?

He needed Tank to walk in this hall or so help him, he will shift and tear the city to the ground to find them and-

Asher's face lit up at the sight of Milo, his mate and Tank walking into the ball. “Well look who decided to show up! Took them long enough.”

David’s face relaxed seeing his wayward pack member face under the neon lights. Their eyes scanned the room, looking for suspicious people and exits. It’s a habit he’s aware of, but one he wishes they’d never develop. Wasn’t like he could blame them, the life Tank lived forced them to be hyper aware of every single little detail. It was their survival instinct, their way of protecting themselves.

Though he wishes that he can be their protection. That one day, Tank will never have to take a hit again because he’ll be there.

Their wandering eyes caught his stationary ones. Once Tank realized it was David eyeing them from across the room, their face relaxed and a small smile appeared. A smile that was made more beautiful by the bright lights surrounding them. Though nothing outshined them. In David’s mind, nothing could ever outshine Tank.

The newly arrived trio pushed past the awkward teenagers on the dancefloor. A few of the pack pups stopped the older wolves and stealth to thank them for chaperoning. The trio finally made their way to the Alpha and Beta, ready to receive their assignments.

“Thank you all for volunteering your time, though it would be appreciated if you came on time.” What? He could be a little salty about them taking forever and giving him a heart attack.

Milo scoffed at David’s comment, while Sweetheart and Tank snickered. “David, you can’t blame us for taking this long! It takes time to look good!” He pushed Tank in front of David. “Especially this one! Fucker took forever, but ain’t it worth it?”

David was inclined to agree that their delayed appearance had been worth it.

Tank looked really fucking good. Maybe too good for his heart to take.

And… he could be wrong, he often is, but… were they wearing his jacket? The one he lost a few years back? He looked closer and saw a familiar patch on the jacket… And the familiar scent lingering on it, mixing it with theirs…  Oh yeah, it’s definitely his. 

He pushed down the shiver of pride and assigned placements for the latecomers. Milo and Sweetheart were stationed by the snack table, making sure no one even thinks about lacing the food or spiking the drinks with anything. He also hoped that the constant influx of hungry partiers would keep them from making out. 

Tank on the other hand was to walk around the hall and keep their eyes peeled for anything weird. He knew stationing them in one spot for the whole night would drive them crazy. Had it not been for that, he’d have them stationed with him at the entrance, an artificial way to keep them close to him. 

Once everyone was told what to do, Milo, Sweetheart and Tank left to where they were designated. Though, David so badly wanted to drag Tank back. Just to have a conversation with them. To tell them they look wonderful. That he loves them.

But there was work to be done, so like always, David swallowed down and choked on the love that has been years in the making. 

--    

David’s scent filled their senses and brought a sense of comfort to their wolf side. He cleared their throat and said, “Tank, I need you for a second.” Thank goodness for David and his bailouts. They had been approached by everyone and anyone left, right and centre and desperately needed a break.

“So what do you need me to do?” They asked, curiosity piqued.

“Milo and Asher said that they were running out of plates at the food table, so he wants us to get more.”

They raised their eyebrow. “And they asked for you and me? Specifically? No one else?” They couldn’t help but be suspicious. 

“Yes? Is that a problem?”

They were going to kill the two later.

Tank waved David off, gesturing to him to forget everything.

The two walked through the familiar yet unrecognizable hallways from their childhood. They could see their younger, brighter self leaning against the lockers. That they could feasibly achieve a fairy tale ending with their fairy tale prince. Walking through the school with David in their old prom outfit, loving him like a lovestruck teenager should.

Years later, they had somewhat gotten their wish, they were walking through the school with David, but with years of experiences weighing down on them.

What could have been had they not fucked it up royally?

“Nice jacket.”

David perked up at the sudden complement. “You think it looks good?” Did they think he looked good, had he looked in the mirror? He looks like he’s a kind king who decided to grace his subjects with his presence. Tank just had to be a lucky wolf to be this close to him.

“It does look good on you and I’d say you should wear it more often, but then it would lose it’s charm.”

“Well I’ll wear it more if you like it.”

Their heart sped at that comment. He’d wear it more? Because they like it? Tank had to fight their pulse to maintain a steady beat. They did not need his wolf ears to pick up how much that comment had affected him. 

They didn’t know what got to them more. The fact that they’ll get to see him in that jacket more often? Or that their opinion matters to him?

Thankfully for their wandering mind, the two wolves have arrived at the storage room. David came forward and pushed it open, letting them both walk inside.

The storage room was dark, the singular lightbulb not being enough to light up the room. It was also cramped. Extremely cramped, to the point that their back was pressed onto his chest. They felt their body heat up, but were convincing themselves that it was because of the humid air and not from their own embarrassment. 

They had found the plates they were looking for on a high shelf. David noticed Tank looking at the plates and wordlessly picked them, making them let out a squeal. “Fucking hell David! Give a wolf a word before you pick them up!”

He chuckled at their words. “Forgive me, your majesty. I’ll give you a warning next time.”

Tank pulled his hair in protest. They definitely weren’t thinking about the more suggestive side of their actions. 

But their heart dropped at the sound of the door slamming shut.

And it locking.

“SHIT!” David dropped Tank back onto the ground and they ran to bang on the door. “WHAT THE FUCK? UNLOCK THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW!” Every second that passed made their banging more violent and frantic. David called out their name to try to get them to stop, he didn’t want them to get hurt, but nothing was working.

“FLUFFY!”

“WHAT?”

It had been years since anyone called them fluffy. 

David thinks it’s a shame, ‘fluffy’ always fits them better than ‘tank’.

“Instead of banging on the door like a maniac, I’ll call Asher to get us out of here.” It was their worst nightmare, being stuck in a small room, but if they were stuck with David, then they'd stick it out.

Once David made the phone call, Tank opened their mouth. “So what now, Alpha? You got anything to keep us busy?” 

“You look good in that jacket too.”

Oh fuck, his plan was to kill them before help arrives. 

Tank thanked the shitty school infrastructure for only having one lightbulb, so that David wouldn’t see their embarrassed reaction. “Ah thanks, Stealth pulled it out of my closet. Gonna be honest, don’t know where I got it from. Just kinda popped in one day.”

“It’s mine, the jacket. It’s my jacket.”

Shittttttttt.

Tank scrambled to get the jacket off of them, spewing apologies like their life depended on it. They were so caught up in the new information they were given, they had completely forgotten the ‘scandalous’ outfit they wore underneath. But David placed a hand on their shoulder, stopping them.

“You look good in it and I want you to keep it. Besides,” he leaned in to whisper in their ear. “I want to be the one to take it off you.”

With all the false bravado they could muster, they replied, “sounds like you like me Shaw.”

“I don’t.”

Well there goes their heart. Like they ever had a chance with a man like him.

His eyes softened at their dejected look. “No, no, that’s not what I meant.” He ran his hand through their hair. It was an action that had always brought them warmth and comfort, and he remembered that. 

“You know I’m not the best with words. I’m terrible at expressing my feelings, but you never needed that from me, an explanation. You always got what I was trying to say and accepted it with no question.” He took a deep breath and continued. “But you deserve to hear this, because I want to be clear where I stand. I know that your mind likes to wander, so I’m telling you right here, right now how I feel.”

“My fluffy puffball.” That had earned a chuckle from Tank. “I love you.”

Tank blinked in disbelief before responding. “You… love me? But I’m fucking me! The pack fuckup!”

He scoffed at their words and placed a hand on their cheek. “You made some mistakes, sure, but that doesn’t make you a fuckup.” He placed his other hand on their hip, light enough to not scare them off, but present so he can ground them. “I have loved you when we were kids who were less scarred, I love you during your bad days with Quinn and I still love you. And Fluffy, if I’m being honest, I don’t think- no, I know I will never love someone love someone the way I feel for you.”

How do they respond to that? They were words they’ve been wanting to hear for the longest time. Tank has never thought they deserve such soft love, especially from a man like David, but they won’t fuck up this opportunity they were gifted by the heavens. So they went with theur heart and said the one thing in their brain.

“David, kiss me, please?

And he granted their request.

One soft kiss turned to two, turned to him pressing Tank against the wall and them ripping each other’s jacket off.

Maybe Tank will finally get their fairytale ending with their fairytale prince.

[fluffyprettykitty]

Blossom

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x reader (no other specifications or gender)

Word Count: 1050 words

Outline: Having a crush on your boss and coworker clouded your vision from seeing things as they truly were.

Warnings: mutual pining, insecure reader.

Author’s Note: Finally my flower shop au is here! I have been changing this idea and this set a lot but I am satisfied with this so much, please enjoy!

P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Main Masterlist ・❥・Joaquin Torres Masterlist

“Try doing it a bit to the left.” You obediently follow his instructions and twirl the ribbon a bit to the left. The rose bouquet in your hands felt foreign yet this was your job.

“Yes like that and then carefully pick the thorns,” Joaquin speaks, his voice sweet like butter while brushing his fingers ever so slightly over your hand. The sheer movements cause electricity to vibrate through your skin.

“Wouldn't want anything to hurt you.” He smiles warmly, and it feels brighter than the sun, brighter than the hottest summer day. Illuminating his face in such a way that feels your heart with pure joy.

“Yes, you are doing wonderfully.” He continues as he watches your movements and you are very careful not to allow your emotions rise up to the surface keeping a polite smile on your face and averting his gaze.

“Your instructions are perfect, Joaquin. Thank you. ” You try to clear your throat and speak as unemotionally as you can wrapping the final ribbon together and lifting the bouquet to admire it. This was your boss and coworker, you should be feeling the way you were feeling right now, no matter how similar your ages were. 

“Ten red roses. Someone must be very much in love.” You continue, a fit of very hidden jealousy in your tone. The truth is no one had ever brought you flowers, and your unrequited crush on your coworker and boss really didn’t help your situation today. Looking at the bouquet for a moment or two longer, you place it down and go to the computer to check the next order. 

“Ten is too little,” Joaquin mumbles shrugging his shoulders. “Some people deserve a thousand and more.” There is always a playfulness in the way he spoke, a certain kind of warmth that engulfed your soul and made you genuinely happy just to exist with him in the same lifetime. 

“Some never get any.” You mumble under your teeth and shake your head before beginning to type something on the computer to distract yourself from the conversation. 

Joaquin picks up the bouquet in his hands and taps you on the shoulder ever so slightly with it. “Beautiful people deserve beautiful flowers.” You glance at him from the corner of your eye trying to decipher his meaning, wondering whether he heard you correctly or not. 

“Take it. From me. For your new house.” You take a moment to yourself contemplating, not daring to look at him. This wasn’t anything important, you didn’t have to think about it too much. You nod your head and take a deep breath before turning him towards him to take the bouquet from him, a smile adorning his handsome face. 

“For you.” For once more, your hands touch his, and the butterflies in your stomach attack you. This is going to get really hard for you, real soon enough. You want to stay in the moment and not think too much about the future or decide to run away. So you just whisper a very low ‘thank you and look at the flowers remorsefully. 

“You know I've never really had someone give me a huge bouquet before.” You roll your eyes. “Any kind of bouquet actually. Well or even a single flower.��� The words seem to leave your mouth on their own, it’s not like you to open up at all. 

“Well everyone you have dated is an idiot,” Joaquin says with confidence thick in his voice.

“I haven't.” You blurt out, low as a whisper not looking at him, instead of brushing your fingers over the delicate petals.

“Never?” He sounds surprised. 

“No. I mean. No.” You hesitate for a second, there was no reason for him to know this and yet here you were running your mouth. The very next moment his hand is pushing your hair away from your face slowly, softly, and with a precious kind of affection. 

“Mira me.” His voice feels like velvet sheets wrapping around your body. You can’t help but follow his instructions once more, and glance up at him, brown eyes meeting yours. Hopefully, you won't run away now. His other hand is so close to the one caressing the flowers. The close contact freezes you in place. Everything is so new to you. He holds on to your face and maybe now you are watching the future unfold right in front of your eyes.

“May I?” He leans forward and places his hand on your cheek, his fingers caressing your cheek softly like running your fingers over silk. He is coming closer, you'd think your heart would beat out of your chest but instead, you felt calm and serene. You wanted this and it surprised you how much you did. As if you were waiting all your life for a moment like this. This is how things should fall into place. A moment is written in time and space. 

You sigh deeply and let him kiss you, memorizing the way his lips taste like honey and cinnamon against yours and how they feel like velvet on your skin. 

This is where he belongs, this is where you belong. The kiss is sealing your fate, each second a shared lifetime.

Until the distinct sound of the bell ringing when a customer walked in through the door caused you to pull quickly apart. 

Oh right, work, that pesky thing. You jolt back to your place rearranging flowers in the display section while Joaquin is talking animatedly with the customer. A young couple in love. They were interested in a wedding package. Joaquin glanced and smiled at you every chance he got, especially when you accidentally knocked down some flyers. 

From then on, it was him and you, intertwined and entangled in one another forevermore. When he closes the shop early, he takes your hand in his and proudly squeezes you close to him, walking you down the streets back to your place. 

And from then on your fates your sealed and in years down to come, everybody in the city knew of Joaquin’s and Y/N’s great love. 

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[pixiedustperspectives12]

#6 Frozen 2

You're probably all wondering why I chose Frozen 2 over the original movie. Well you'll find out during my review.

I wanna start by saying this movie has a much better plot than the original. It included both characters equally, I believe in the first movie it targeted Anna more than it did Elsa when they both deserved equal attention. This movie was also way more emotional than the other movie it had me crying tears of joy and sadness at the same time which is a quality I find important in a movie. The original movie also made Elsa look like the villain for the most of the movie when she didn't deserve that at all, she was in a position none of us could understand. One aspect I did enjoy more in the first movie was the love between sisters, I have two older sisters and seeing this sister love makes me think of my sisters and how happy I am that we're all very close and share this love for one another. Now that I addressed why the first movie wasn't my favrouite let's talk about why the second one is my favrouite.

First things first Anna and Elsa both looked AMAZING in this movie, the editors did a great job with their appearance. Both sisters look so much older and more mature than the first movie. I loved this small detail since it showed us that they both grew since the first movie and have more knowledge on how to work together. I love that they changed their outfits completely and didn't reuse the original ones, this proves to me they put effort into this movie.

In this movie I have two favorite songs that I can't pick in between the first song is, into the unknown. The vocals in this song are amazing there is no doubt if you disagree you're wrong, simple as that. Idina Menzel who voices Elsa did amazing she hits a whole ton of high notes perfectly, I was genuinely in shock the first time I heard this song the vocals were just amazing. The vocals in this song are WAY better than the vocals in, let it go, she truly outdid herself with this song. Another thing I loved about this song is how much we find out about the past of the kingdom, in most Diseny songs there is a story however in this one it was so clear and easy to follow even without the visualls I understand what is going on and i just enjoy the fact that the stroy was so clear.

The next song I love is Lost in the Woods. This was the first time we truly saw Kristoff's emotions, I never really knew what was going on in his head but after listening to this song it made everything more clear. This song made me see him as more of a main character than a secondary character, it definitely gave him more of a personality. Jonathan Groff killed this song, his voice was so smooth and the words just rolled off his tongue, I remember obsessing over this song for at least 3 months. I downloaded this song while walking out of the movie theater and played it on repeat for the next 2 weeks, there wasn't a day that passed without me listening to it for a very long time. I remember being in grade 10 math class and listening to this song everyday with my friend Sasha.

This scene right here where Olaf dies broke me, I didn't recover for a few days. Olaf is my favorite character he makes me think of my dad with his personality and jokes so watching him die had me bawling my eyes out. I don't think he deserved his death so i'm happy he came back at the end of the movie, if he hadn't this definitely wouldn't be in my top 10. He is such a lovable character so if he didn't end up coming back I would never forgive Disney. During his death I just wanted to walk out of the theater it was unacceptable.

I can't really think of any negatives about this movie, it's just not the first movie I would pick to watch when i'm bored. I love this movie so much I just wouldn't be able to watch it every week like I could my number 1, I feel like I would get tired of the movie if I watched it to much, which is way I won't watch it to often but when I do, god I love it. For those reasons I rate this movie 6 out of 10 of my favorite Disney movies.

#1 movie hint: Christina Aguilera sang one song in this movie and it said it launched her career.

[anonymous-astronaut]

hear me out: the mercs (plus miss Pauling) on a undercover mission on a candy and chocolate store?

🍭🍬🍫

Delicious! For creativity reasons I’m saying they all have to pretend like they work there cause I think it’s funny

Scout:

He is really really bad at acting undercover, and he keeps stuffing every pocket he has with candy when he thinks no one is looking. Scout didn’t get a lot of candy as a kid, at least not any that he didn’t have to share with eight brothers, so it made him kinda protective over his goodies. He’s like a damn chipmunk with his grabby little hands. If someone (probably Heavy) picks him up and shakes him upside down , it would rain like a hilariously disproportionate amount of candy. He is constantly getting off track and is so distracted he might actually forget he’s on a mission and decide he works there instead.

Soldier:

At first he tries to take the mission very seriously, but he attracts chaos like moths to a lamp and is physically incapable of acting like a normal human being for longer than two seconds. No one would believe he works there, but people start to think maybe he’s an inspector making sure they have a license or something. At some point HE starts to believe that as well, and starts investigating if the store is up to code. Things go south really fast, and he probably ends up making weapons out of candy and trying to wage a war on the people who are just shopping for candy with their families.

Pyro:

In spite of the suit, they actually blend in really well! They are jolly and helpful, and seem to love candy even though no one ever actually sees them eat any of it. They get along well with everyone that works there and shops there, and they are great with kids. Pyro is getting everything they need to do done while still being a joy to be around. No one (including the other mercs) has any doubts when they appear to know their way around the entire store. It’s almost like they’ve been here before.

Demo:

Honestly, he likes pastries and cakes more than he likes candy, and I don’t think his folks took him to a lot of sweet shops as a kid. The store is just not really his jam. He’s had costumer service jobs before, so pretending to work there is no fun and he gets bored pretty fast. If Soldier has any ideas for how to start shenanigans, Demo is all ears and will quickly turn to the side of chaos.

Heavy:

He doesn’t fit in. I mean he tries to, he takes the job seriously and he wants to be good undercover, but he’s just too noticeable/intimidating for a candy store. He is very blunt and his isn’t particularly great with children, and that doesn’t always go over well for customers. He ends up feeling kinda awkward the whole time, and has to baby sit the more wild mercs as always. He is not having fun, but he might sneak out a few of his favorite treats to enjoy later in private if they’re available.

Engie :

A little hospitality goes a long way here. He’s so amicable that he can sweet talk his way into or out of anything, so he’s great at being friendly to costumers. It’s just a job to him, maybe a little bit of a strange one but he likes a good challenge. He has a bit of a sweet tooth that he is super embarrassed about, so it’s not the worst location on the planet. He’ll get himself something nice for the ride home, he deserves it.

Sniper:

According to him, Sniper should be in the building across the street watching through a scope in the second story window, not undercover and interacting with people. He hates it. Children scare him a little, and he is 100% uncomfortable about everything and makes no effort to try to hide it. This genuineness and air of a desire to leave is exactly what makes him the most believable customer service worker of any of the mercs, so people keep thinking he actually works there and talking to him. He ends up spending half the time just working at the candy store instead of doing his undercover mission because he’s so busy and he’s too awkward to say no. The manager says they’ll see him the next day, he leaves very confused and not sure if he accidentally got a second job or not.

Medic:

At first Medic thinks this whole ordeal is beneath him, and there aren’t even any fun and morally questionable experiments for him to do. But then he kinda starts to get into it, he remembers going to sweet shops in Germany as a kid and he totally leans into his role as an eccentric candy store employee. The kids are a bit scared of him and he can’t figure out why, but he has a lot of fun and treats himself to some of his favorite sweets.

Spy :

He has to take this as seriously as he would any other mission, but he absolutely hates it. This man is seething. Getting into character mean putting on a ridiculous candy-man uniform and smiling at children. I’m just picturing him trying desperately to cling to his mysterious vibes but he’s dressed up in a stupid candy store outfit with a big smiley face hat or something. He can’t pull off the enthusiasm that is expected of someone who works there, and the result is what looks like a wet cat in a Halloween costume depressedly handing out candy. He takes a smoke break and someone who actually works there comforts him and listens to his woes while he gets all dramatic about it.

Miss Pauling:

Miss P is a little stressed having to herd the Mercs like cats, but she can’t help the fact that she thinks this job is a fantastic one. She doesn’t get vacation time so she just tries to have fun on the job when she can, and she views this as one of those opportunities. She loves the store employee outfit, she likes seeing kids and customers happy, and of course she loves the candy. As long as nothing blows up and she doesn’t have too many bodies to chop at the end of the day, she has a great time.

[meowmeowmessi]

This whole "Messi returning to Barca" has wholly torn me. On the one hand, I know that he'll once again become the scapegoat for their failures (thankfully there aren't many recently). On top of that, there are the coolers. Some of them have already started to spew shit like "We don't need him", "we should look at the future", "he can't do what he used to", and "let's not bring him back". They say these things as if Barca's relevancy for the last two decades isn't because of Leo. He gave his blood and sweat for this club and they're so ungrateful for that. They're already saying "he won't fit" or "he'll take someone else's minutes" like STFU <3 Lionel is the reason your club has had any glory in the past two decades whatsoever! Also, I'm afraid they're only calling him back to earn more, instead of a long-awaited reunion. If that's the case, they'll just treat him like a cash cow and I don't want that to happen. He loves Barca too much.

On the other hand, I am sobbing at the idea of him being presented at Camp Nou and being cheered on by thousands of his fans. If they let him showcase his world cup too, I'll evaporate. Paris has literally sucked the happiness out of him. He has always said he loves football and wants to enjoy it as much as possible but Pee Ess Gee has taken out all the joy from the sport so I want him out at any cost. I would've loved for him to go to City but Barca is the best second option simply because the real fans love him more than anything and he deserves to feel all that love in the last years of his career (said while sobbing). Plus the teammates! I can't wait to see him play with Pedri, Busi, and Lewa! I understand we might be clowning for no reason but I genuinely want him to leave Baguette FC.

i don't think there's anything i can add to this— you basically summed up all of my feelings regarding the transfer saga lmao. i'm already seeing true coolers and messi fc duking it out on twt, one accusing the other of being "plastic fans" and whatnot.. literally got me rubbing my forehead while staring at my phone wondering what fresh hell is going to be unleashed upon us if messi does by some miracle return to barça

but speaking of twt, i do think we have to keep in mind that the club isn't making decisions based on what people are posting on social media of all things lmao. i think we fans tend to get lost in the noise of sm and forget that the board members and players and coaches actually have lives outside of the internet and they're not going to get rattled just bc the supposed "genuine supporters of fc barcelona and not dickriders of that pathetic midget who left us bc he's too greedy!!!" started making #xaviout trend for the umpteenth time (see: the aftermath of barça vs man utd)

at the end of the day, it's out of our hands. what i can say is these true coolers are daft the way they're already pinning the hypothetical future downfall of barça (as if it hasn't already happened; the club went from messidependencia to pedridependencia and the kid's been getting bodied by injuries bc xavi's been playing him like a workhorse lol) on messi bc the man you're putting all your hope and faith in this season, xavi himself, is apparently "obsessed" with the idea of having him back. even tebas has expressed interest in his return 😭 acting like you're financing barça with your tax money as you type away on twt isn't going to get you a catalunya passport so chill 😭✋

[for-the-ninth]

Not to be gay and sad on main during pride month but sometimes I think about all the girls I never got to kiss growing up and it just kinda makes my chest ache.

Like I'm so grateful to have a family I've chosen who loves me and sees me for everything I am now, and I wish I would've had even a shred of that 15 years ago.

I'd always been aware of my queerness on some level. It showed up in little ways I couldn't articulate as a kid. When I watched Disney movies, I wanted to be the prince, because his outfits were cool and he got to be all brave and save the day, AND kiss a pretty lady at the end. I didn't need to see two princesses kissing because my role was already there. I was supposed to be the prince! I just didn't know what that meant.

Sometimes I still don't know what it means. In Feel Good, Mae Martin says: "I'm not a boy. I'm not even really a girl. I'm just a failed version of both," and every time I watch that episode, that quote hits me right in the gut.

I think the sexuality piece clicked for me when I was maybe 14 or 15. My friends and I got drunk together and did what a lot of curious young folks do when emboldened by liquor. I was still thinking about it the next day, and wishing I could do it all over again. My friends said it was nothing, that they would've never touched each other that way had we all been sober.

Another friend had a boyfriend who liked to watch us kiss, and I loved kissing her, so I fought through the squickiness of being observed and chased that little moment of joy whenever I could. She liked to touch me when we were wasted too, but it was always the same story in the morning. "I was just drunk and horny and you were right there," she'd say, because of course I was! I was always right there, ready to chase that fleeting feeling I couldn't get anywhere else because I couldn't see it for what it really was.

I still dated men, though looking back on it I'm not sure I was genuinely attracted to any of them, at least not the way my friends were. But I liked the attention they gave me when my figure filled out, and they still kissed me when we were sober. I don't know exactly how I feel about dating men anymore.

I do know I've never once looked at a man and felt anything close to what I feel when I look at a woman. I know that when one of my dear friends in college wanted to figure out if she was bisexual and I offered to be her test subject (because of course I did), that 10 second kiss was more exciting than every hour I'd spent fucking a man combined. She turned out to be straight.

I know I said this post was about all the girls I didn't get to kiss, yet it sounds like I've kissed a lot of them doesn't it? I just didn't want to be a secret, that thing she did one time when she was drunk, that thing she'll never do in the light of day because it's only meant for entertainment. The girls that kissed me growing up didn't do it because they loved me, they did it because it was fun, and I don't begrudge them that. I just wanted something more. I deserved more, and it's hard not to be sad about that, even if I've got it good now.

[little-miss-moonshine]

candlelight and sunlight

well. I'm not sure how to address you anymore. endearingly? not likely. distastefully? although you might deserve it, I think not. familiarly? doesn't feel right. I shall settle for referring to you as my distant acquaintance. it's less than you are, but far more than you deserve. I thought to myself long ago that the last post I wrote for you was the last post I would ever write for you. in a sense, this post is not for you, but let me tell you why I'm writing to you. you continue to persist in my life, and I need you to understand that it's over.

I used to hold a candle for you. I told you in july that you shouldn't be my jaan, that I will find someone else, someone who deserves me. well, I did. someone else, the right person, is my jaan now. and you know what? I think I've fallen in love with the man I am going to marry.

let me tell you about him. his hair glints mesmerizingly in lamplight and the light of day. his eyes shine bluer than any ocean I've ever seen, and I've seen a fair few. his smile gives radiance its definition. I used to call you an angel, and yet, every time he glances back at me from my desk, backlit by the light from my lamp, I feel like I'm truly seeing an angel for the first time.

his character shines even more brightly than his smile. he makes me smile, he makes me laugh, he makes me think, and so much more. he radiates joy when he's happy, and its effect is astounding. he shows me all of him: his tenderest smile, his sharpest smirk, his most vulnerable frown. he is one of the most genuine people I know. he tells me he loves me, and I believe it beyond any shred of doubt. he looks at me with true love in his eyes, and he speaks to me as though I'm someone precious. he holds me with gentle hands, ones that will never let me go.

he is the kindest person I've ever met. I've never met someone who shows me as much care as he does. he lights up my whole world, and I've never felt so happy before. he is like me in so many ways, and even where he differs, we still pull at each other like tides, like magnets. didn't you know that opposites attract? someone once said we were two of a set in every universe, and I don't doubt it for a second. I think he was made for me, and I think I'm made for him. even if I'm not, I will spend my life trying to be everything he deserves, because he deserves the whole world. loving him feels like icarus flying straight into the sun to find that there is nothing but warmth, kindness, and joy under the glow of soft orange light.

this dilemma has me thinking. it leaves me wondering how I ever thought your weak candlelight of "care" ever compared to the shining force of his love's blazing sun.

you miss me. I know you do. this whole messed-up delay, where you remain in my life at a point that I can't remove you, is riling us both up. maybe a petty side of me delights in it just a little, wanting you to feel a little of the pain you have inflicted on me, but it genuinely doesn't give me the joy it once would have. you want a second chance, but honestly, the right person will never need a second chance, because they will never hurt you or leave you like that. you're not the right person for me, and you know that.

you know it all, but it's not enough. maybe this will be. for the sake of argument, let's say I did give you another chance. what exactly would I be giving a chance to? us? I don't know that even one second of our relationship was genuine. I don't know that a single word that ever came out of your mouth was true. I deserve someone who treasures me, and you never did anything but take me for granted. even if you decide to say you love me now, I deserve a love that does not take you losing me to realise how much you need me. did you know you have yet to even apologize to me for everything you've done? the one mantra I kept repeating to get over you was "if he wanted to, he would." you never wanted to, so you never did, and you still haven't, so you still don't want to. I'm not yours anymore, and you should make your peace with that.

make no mistake, me walking you through my decision shouldn't give you hope that you have a chance. I've already made this choice. he consumes me: my thoughts, my dreams, my prayers, everything. thoughts of you occupy nothing but a tiny space in my brain, and the only thoughts that ever cross my mind are empty, halfhearted questions about why you did this to me, how you sleep at night, and whether you'll be like this forever. life has given me a chance, a chance at real happiness, so I'll grab it with both hands and pray I'm worthy of the ride. I hope you'll understand that I'm turning my back on your candle and facing my sun's warmth.

so, just for clarity's sake, please understand that it's over. farewell, my distant acquaintance. I wish you all the happiness you deserve.

[daechwitatamic]

Ok I'm fully rested and ready to tell you all my favorite parts of the last chapter.

1) "I never felt like I didn't know you." YES! We all really needed to hear this. I was worried initally Taehyung might confirm Nina's comment. I felt so frustrated bc even though she was hesitant I thought there were so many genuine moments we saw OC fight against her survival instincts and push herself out of her comfort zone to share parts of herself, and I'm so happy Taehyung saw that. It's ok to not feel comfortable opening up to someone until trust is established and Davis and Nina proved that they were not worthy of earning OCs trust so they have no right to gaslight her into thinking she was the cause for their treacherous actions. Do you see OC and Nina ever making up or do you think she will learn its best to let Nina go?

2) "An outline of the boy who sees you, knows you, loves you." Ugh this might be favorite line of the whole series.

3) "Since Strindberg!" Omg the way I can picture irl Taehyung doing the exact same thing in this moment. It reminds me of the "medic! medic!" moments from Run BTS. I remember you saying you only write for Taehyung right now bc you feel most comfortable writing in his voice and this was a moment where I felt your ability to capture his playful but earnest spirit really shone through.

4) The smut scene at the end was so good! When they first went to the basement I was like really? On the pong table? After that sweet love confession? But then per usual you surprised us with a switch up and a steamy but still very sweet scene! I love how you pepper in realistic moments of silliness or awkwardness during these scenes, like OC getting a leg cramp a few chapters earlier. It makes them feel so much more real than so much of the smut out there that sometimes describes things that are not even physically possible lol.

5) And lastly Taehyungs final words. Just the perfect ending moment that was romantic in all the right ways while still being authentic. And don't get me started with the fact that the first thing he called her in that list was smart. Swoon.

And yes 😱 you totally had me going for a moment! I was like girl did you not just say "what was it all for??"

I'm so sad this series is over but so excited for more CF drabbles and Trip! I can't wait to reread the whole series again once I start missing it and find more of the little threads you've woven throughout that I probably didn't see the first time. And in the meantime will start making my wishlist of WWH drabble requests.

Ty author for the wonderful story! I hope you are not overwhelmed by my long and frequent messages, I just love your work and want to give back even a fraction of the joy you give us readers! 💕

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Ughhhhh 🌴anon i love you 😭😭😭😭😭😭

and 2. kind of go together. Something I wanted to convey in WWH is that he REALLY *knows her*. Bad, good, he GETS it. And that’s partly him, but it’s partly her LETTING him, despite everything, despite every instinct telling her to throw up walls. And as you talked abt last time - how she extends so much grace to him? Once he’s cooled down, in his heart he extends the same grace to her and that’s something that makes me SO emotional abt these two.

Honestly, as an adult person who has walked away from MULTIPLE toxic friendships and came out stronger for it, no, I don’t see oc and Nina reconciling. OC deserves better from her friends, and she’s learning through this story to realize her worth. I made my ride or dies in college, and i see that future for oc, kiko, and brig.

bless you for saying this 😭😭😭 the taetae i know and love is SILLY and him teasing her up through the last second feels so true to me 🥺🥺🥺

4. Ty for complimenting the smut bc it still feels so difficult to write 😭🫣🫣🫣 jimin voice, I’m shhyyyyyyy 🫣🫣🫣

5. Fr fr i feel like if you asked wwh!tae what attracts him to oc his #1 answer would be that big sexy brain!!!!! Also of course he has to tease her even then “look how easy this is” I LOVE HIM 😭😭

6. POV requests go up tmrw morning! Looking forward to it! Thank YOU for these amazing reviews. I could never be overwhelmed, i wish every reader did this. I think most authors would agree, getting to talk with ppl abt their thoughts and reactions to what we create is honestly the dream.

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King and Queen | S.B

Paring: Sirius Black X Fem!Potter!Reader, James Potter X Fem!Twin!Reader

Summary: James goes through a lot during his time at Hogwarts but his sister is always by his side.

Inspiration: Click

A/N: If this comes off insensitive to anyone please let me know and I will remove this.

James Potter was a handful. From the minute he was born, he had this gleam in his hazel eyes that raged and burned with trouble. His twin, Y/n Potter, was almost the opposite. The soft smile that laid on her features and the glitter of calamity in her eyes. Euphemia and Fleamont were in for a lot the minute their twins were born. 

Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder is most comparative to having a web browser up with one too many tabs. James had always been unable to focus and was naturally messy. Truth be told, he thought it was normal, just as everyone else did. It wasn’t until his second year at Hogwarts did he realize something was genuinely wrong with him. 

Remus told him that he had this muggle thing called “dyslexia,” which was a difficulty in interpreting words, letters, and other symbols. However, it never affected his overall intelligence because everyone knew that Remus Lupin was indeed and wholly brilliant. It got James wondering, did his inability to focus, be organized, and hyperactivity have a deeper meaning?

His twin - Y/n - was quite the opposite. She made quick friends with Remus, Sirius, and Peter, who were close friends of her twin. Y/n was top of their class, creating a friendly competition with Remus, but she was always able to focus. Often she would hyper-focus, which would leave her working for over five hours at a time without realizing it. In those times, James would have to snap her out of it. 

Over the summer, James expressed his concerns to his parents. He was talking about how this could be a real issue he’s facing using Remus’ dyslexia as an example. Eventually, they gave in, letting James go to a muggle doctor. James had to fill out a questionnaire that would come back with his results in one week. That week was probably the longest week of his life. Nonetheless, his test results had come back positive. 

Fleamont and Euphemia would be lying if they were surprised. After hearing about the disorder, it was almost the definition of their eldest son. Fortunately for James, the muggles had come up with a cure - no, not a cure - dammit, what was it again?

Impede the symptoms! That’s what those muggle pills do. James was required to take two pills a day, one in the morning and once at night. Y/n was in charge of making sure he did so because - more times than he’d like to admit - he would forget everything if it wasn’t for Y/n. 

In third year, James was as energetic as ever while getting on the Hogwarts Express, “Aren’t you excited, Y/n?!”

She chuckled, “Yes, but Merlin, you don’t need to literally jump with joy.”

“But I’m excited!”

“I know that.”

They made their way to the compartment that held Remus, who was reading a book. James sat in front of him while Y/n took her seat beside Remus, “‘Ello Remus.”

“Hey, Potter pair.”

Y/n sighed, and James groaned, “That nickname needs to go away.”

“I quite like it.” Remus stated smugly, “Suits you both.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?” Y/n accused falsely, “It means that wherever one of you are, the other isn’t that far behind.” Remus replied. 

James had zoned out already, and Y/n snapped in his face, “Take your pills?” 

“Forgot.” James muttered guiltily, “Oh Godric.” She whispered. 

“Pills?”

“James went to a muggle doctor this summer.”

Remus quirked an eyebrow, “Did you now?”

“Got diagnosed with ADHD.” James informed, and Remus looked amiss, “Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder.”

“Ah, I’ve heard of that.” Remus said, and James smiled sheepishly, “I feel kinda odd, like out of place.”

“Why?”

“Dunno, just, why can't I be normal?”

“You are normal, James.” Y/n reassured, “And anyone who says differently obviously doesn’t care about you.”

The compartment door slammed open, “Who doesn’t care about who?”

Remus snorted, “Ever the dramatics, huh, mate?”

“‘Course.” Sirius flopped down beside James, “It comes with my charm and devilishly good looks.”

“Ah, yes.” Y/n said, chuckling, “Don’t you see how I’m swooning for you?”

The back of her palm was against her forehead, “Come off it.” James swatted at her and then elbowed Sirius, “Better not make my sister swoon.”

Sirius chuckled and shrugged, “Can’t help it. I’m just that irresistible.”

The four of them laughed at Sirius’ dramatics and continued talking about the new term. Remus and Y/n were talking about books they couldn’t wait to read. Remus was even kind enough to gift her some muggle books he bought over the summer holiday. Sirius and James bickered about what pranks to do this year, along with which ones were better. 

Third-year was fun. It was a year of flooding corridors, turning Slytherin robes red and blasting music in the common room after a Gryffindor victory. James was a brilliant Quidditch Chaser, and Y/n was a fantastic Seeker. Nothing was quite like the Potter pair. Something about them was just unforgettable. 

Maybe that’s why Sirius was so fond of her. Something about the Potters made people around them smile on the hardest of days. They made sure that every moment was a night to remember. Every memory was worth reliving. So adventurous, so reckless, yet so kind and loving. 

By the time fifth year rolled around, Sirius Orion Black had fallen off a cliff into a lake called love. Sirius completely submerged himself in love for Y/n Potter. The younger twin by just 20 minutes, but something about her was so divine. Was it her silk and glittering h/c hair? No - maybe it was her gleaming e/c eyes. Perhaps it was for her strive for adventure and extreme kindness. 

Nonetheless, Sirius fell hard.

And who better to tell than James Potter himself?

Causally - as usual - Sirius opened the door to the Marauders dorm. It was empty aside from the brunet boy with glasses on the bridge of his nose. His hazel eyes were focused on a textbook - Potions textbook - maybe it was to impress Lily. Sirius couldn’t care less, so he pulled the chair out in front of the desk and sat before James. 

“Mate, I need your help.”

“Running from Filch?”

“No. Something- Something worse.”

“Something worse?” The textbook shut loudly.

Sirius nodded, “Way worse.”

“Alright then, come into my office.” James teased, and Sirius grinned. 

It was silent, “I’m in love with your sister.”

James sputtered, “Excuse me?”

“I’m in love with Y/n.”

“No, no.” James waved his hand horizontally, “I heard you.”

“Then what else would you like me to say?” Sirius asked. 

“Literally anything else.”

“Sorry, mate.” Sirius muttered, “I- I really didn’t mean to.”

James chuckled and wiped his hand across his face, “I suppose you can’t really stop love, huh?”

“You really can’t.” Sirius agreed, “I tried. I promise I tried.”

“It’s not that big of a deal late.” James assured, and Sirius looked at him with wide eyes, “I trust you just-“

“Just?”

“I’m worried about her.” James completed, “I- I worry about her every night.”

Sirius softened, “It’s like you with Regulus-“ James continued before Sirius could interject, “And don’t pretend. Your silencing charms are bloody terrible.”

“I know you still care for Regulus, you worry about him every night, and I do the same for Y/n, except my silencing charms are better.” James teased sightly, “I trust you, Sirius. You’re the brother I never got but always wanted. You know, the brother I can play Quidditch with, rough around with, the brother who’s just as sneaky and mischievous as I.”

“But Y/n is still my blood. She's my twin, my best friend, my partner in crime. She was the mind behind my pranks before Remus.” James elaborated and then smirked, “Remus and Y/n make a great team, ya’ know?”

“They are quite brilliant.”

“Anyway, what I’m trying to say is, take care of her?” James looked like the eleven-year-old boy again, “Don’t make her a fling and don’t make this temporary.”

“Y/n is a strong woman, and she isn’t for weak men. I’ll be honest,” James chuckled, “She doesn’t need a man. She doesn’t even really need me. I need her more than she needs me. Regardless, take care of her. She deserves a man worthy of her. Someone that’ll get her ice cream at 4 a.m. because she’s craving it. Someone that’ll go on sporadic trips with her. Someone that’ll understand that after a hard day, all she wants is a book and coffee.”

Sirius was appalled; he’d never seen James look so passionate, “Growing up, mum always told me to be a gentleman. I know it may not seem like it sometimes, but she always raised me as one. To hold a door for them, push and push in their chairs for them, give them my jacket even if I’ll freeze.” 

“Those kinda things. Dad said I should practice on Y/n, and I did. From then, Y/n always got treated like a queen, and she deserves no less. I won't lie, my parents treat me like a king too, and I don’t want any less either.” James explained, “Be the king that’s worthy of my sister.”

“That’s all I ask of you.”

Sirius nodded, “I’d be honored to serve her as my queen.”

“And if you show her no less, she’ll spit you out like chewing gum.”

He shuttered, “I hate how accurate that phrase is.”

James laughed, “I know her more than you think.”

By sixth year they were dating. Sirius would be lying if he wasn’t eternally shitting himself when Y/n said yes to going to Hogsmeade with him, alone, as a date. In fact, James almost wanted to throw him a party for finally not being a little bitch and asking out his sister. This party consisted of a bottle of firewhiskey and chocolate because that’s all that was in the boy's dormitory. But a party nonetheless. 

When Lily rejected James for the last time before graduation, he was utterly heartbroken. He’d spent and dedicated seven years of his life to this gorgeous woman. Despite all his efforts and all his charms, she still wasn’t interested. James tried. He really tried. He wanted Lily so bad. His heart broke when she said her final words of goodbye.

“I’m sorry, Potter. Maybe in another life, just not this one.”

Tears had ebbed at the corner of his eyes as he made his way back into the castle from the Black Lake. In the common room, where he felt like he had just got dowsed in water. James made his way to the girl's dormitory. His hand curled into a fist and knocked lightly on the wooden door. Shuffling was heard from the other side, and the door finally opened, revealing his sister. 

Without warning, James crashed into her arms, forcing his nose in the crook of her neck, “Woah.”

“Are you okay, James?”

His body shook with sobs as he shook his head no, “It’s okay. Let’s go lay down, okay?”

Gently she led him to her bed. He curled up beneath the navy blue comforter and placed his head on the silk pillow sheets. If he tried hard enough, he could forget the way Lily’s hair smelt today or the way her green eyes glistened in the sun. Now engulfed in his sister's scent, trying to remove every feeling for Lily possible, he dug his nose deeper into the comforter. 

Y/n sat beside him, her back to the headboard, and ran her fingers through James’ already untied hair, “What's got you so worked up?”

“It’s done.”

“What’s done?”

“L- Lily and I.” James choked, “She- She really doesn’t want me.”

A new wave of tears overcame him, and Y/n continued to try and soothe him, “Well, she’s a tosser.”

James narrowed his eyes, “James, you know I love her. She's my best friend, but if she can’t see what’s right in front of her, then she’s an idiot.”

“Can I- Can I stay here tonight?” He asked hesitantly.

“You sure you don’t want me to stay at your dorm?” Y/n questioned, “Because you know who sleeps here.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Till the end.”

After a couple of minutes, Y/n and James made their way down the steps to the boy's side. They walked up more steps and finally made it to the boy's dormitory. James collapsed on his bed in the left corner of the room, and Sirius perked up at seeing his girlfriend enter the room. 

“Whatcha doin’ here, love?”

“Staying with my brother.”

Sirius nodded and stood up to hug her, gently pecking her forehead, “If you guys need anything, let me know, ‘kay?”

“Thanks, Siri.” 

Gently Y/n pulled back the maroon curtain and sat down beside him again. James reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers. Something they used to do as kids. When a thunderstorm would go by, James would always seek sanctuary in his sister's comfort. 

He fell asleep that night, knowing he was safe, loved, and knew that someone cared about him. Even if Lily didn’t love him, at least someone else did. He had his boys, and he had his sister. Right now, that’s all he needed beside him: Screw Lily and her idiot decision skills. Y/n was right; she was a complete tosser. 

When Hogwarts was over, James and Y/n got a flat together. Sirius, Remus, and Peter got one only a floor above. Realistically this wasn’t the plan. James always planned to buy a house with Lily, but he was still healing, and after everything going on, it was vital for him to hold his sister close to him.

Euphemia and Fleamont barely lived to see their children graduate. Not too long afterward had died due to the horrid dragon pocks. It devastated both twins and Sirius. While Sirius wasn’t their true child, he very well could’ve. Euphemia noticed Sirius’s lingering stares on Y/n and the loopy smile that graced his features.

She was the one who got Sirius to man up. She was the one who gave him advice. She was the one who told him what books were her favorite, which chocolate she liked the best, her favorite quills. Euphemia was one of the main components in getting Sirius to date her daughter, and when it finally happened, the parents couldn’t have been happier.

James’ ADHD still remained even in his adulthood, making regular everyday tasks much harder and twice as long. Most of the time, the pills were able to help him complete those tasks. But sometimes, when Y/n wasn’t there to remind him, he would miss his days. When Y/n got home from work, she had barely taken off her shoes to see the apartment spotless.

It was a pleasant surprise, but James was never really one to clean, not that she really minded, but the apartment didn’t have a speck of dust on it. Hesitantly she put her keys on the island along with her bag.

“James!”

“Yes, Y/n?”

He appeared in the kitchen where Y/n was, “Um, did you clean the apartment?”

“Yes, I did!” James nodded enthusiastically.

Y/n sighed and gave her brother a sweet smile, “What did you not do today?”

“So, you know how you told me to go to the pharmacy?”

“Mhm.” Y/n nodded, “Indeed I do.”

“Well, they were out of my meds.” James informed, “I have to wait a week.”

“Oh, Merlin.”

“On the bright side!” James was already causing her a headache, “It’s gonna be a fantastic week! I’ve got so many things planned for us! We’re gonna go-“

James continued to ramble as Y/n grabbed her keys, bag and slipped back on her shoes, “I’m going to Sirius’!”

“Thought you were my sister.” James faked pouting, and Y/n smiled, “I love you, but you’re crazy.”

“I love you too!” He yelled as she closed the door.