#i’ve always been the weird one and my cousin is the only one who like Got it. and we’d run off together all the time

[staygoldwriting]

Cousin Buckley

Summary: You’re Robin’s cousin, and two very eager boys join her at the airport to pick you up.

Warnings: none, just fluff :)

Word count: 837

Part 2!

“For the record, I think you two being here is super weird.”

Upon hearing that Robin had a beautiful cousin--you--Steve and Eddie decided to accompany her to the airport to pick you up. She was standing at the baggage claim, Steve on her right and Eddie on her left, both fidgeting excitedly.

“You’re not gonna think it’s weird when she falls in love with me,” Steve argued. 

“Or me,” Eddie added. “You can’t win every battle, Harrington. That movie star smile’s got to be a dud on some women. I just hope one of them is Y/N.” He said your name dreamily.

“You guys don’t even know anything about her,” Robin snorted, crossing her arms.

“That’s what the ride back to Hawkins is for,” Eddie said. “We get in the car, we offer to let her choose the music--”

“We let her choose who to sit by in the car--” Steve continued.

“She’s sitting in the front with me. You losers are in the back.”

“Aw, come on--”

“Robin!”

You were waving wildly to your cousin as she spied you and ran to you, hugging you tightly. You laughed a bit as you swayed back and forth. Robin was always your favorite cousin; she was the only one remotely near your age. You decided to visit her at the start of your summer break, then you’d get home… eventually.

“Gosh, it’s so great to see you, Rob!” you exclaimed, breaking the hug. “You look amazing, I love what you’ve done with your hair!”

“She likes hair, you hear that, Munson?” Steve whispered, nudging Eddie’s side.

“You really think your hair is better than mine?” Eddie whispered back.

“It’s great to see you too!” Robin replied, speaking loudly to mask her friends’ banter. “How was your flight?”

“It was okay, a little cramped, so I’m glad to be off it! How long is the car ride home?”

“Less than an hour, but it’s going to feel longer,” Robin groaned. “You can thank the two weirdos behind me for that.”

You peered behind Robin to see the two boys suddenly stop fidgeting and smile goofily at you.

“Steve Harrington,” he extended his hand. “It’s Y/N, right?”

“Yep,” you said, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you Steve, I’ve heard lots about you from Robin.”

“So you have,” Steve smirked, looking back at Eddie, who scoffed. “I’m hoping it’s all been good.”

“Oh sure, but you’re much better-looking in person.”

Steve blushed madly, laughing a bit.

“Robin told me you’re a fan of flattery,” you smiled, making Steve a little nervous. “Don’t worry, I meant what I said! And I also want to say thanks for taking care of my little Rob. She needs it!”

“Anytime.” Steve met your eyes and smiled, making you blush a bit. 

“I’m Eddie Munson,” he stepped in, breaking your eye contact with Steve, “it is an absolute pleasure to meet a beauty such as yourself.”

“Oh wow,” you chuckled, shaking his hand. “I haven’t heard about you before Eddie, but now I feel like I should have!”

“I have that effect on people,” he winked. “I’m a new friend of Robin’s, so I’m not surprised you haven’t heard of me, but I hope we can get to know one another this trip.”

“Absolutely, I’d love that, Eddie,” you smiled, then glanced down at his shirt. “Oh my gosh, are you a Metallica fan?”

Eddie’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open a bit. 

“Are you?”

“Oh dear,” Robin sighed as she looked at Steve. “Sorry, bud, I forgot to mention. She’s a bit of a metalhead.” 

Steve looked at your excited face in horror.

“Of course I am, they’re amazing! I’m staying here until their concert in Fort Wayne!” you exclaimed, smiling widely.

“Oh man, you’re so lucky, I couldn’t get a ticket in time!” Eddie said.

“Come with me!” you said, grabbing his arms. “I had an extra ticket, but it turns out Robin hates them, so it’s yours if you want it!”

“Are you serious?” Eddie grabbed on to your arms too. “That would be awesome, I’d love to go with you, thank you!” 

You pulled Eddie into your arms and hugged him tightly, bouncing a bit. Steve felt absolutely devastated as he saw your smile. Robin, noticing, called out to you both.

“Alright, let’s get moving you guys!” she called.

“Right, sorry!” you said, grabbing your bags, but Steve grabbed them before you.

“I got it, no worries,” he smiled.

“Aw, are you sure you’ve got it, Steve? I don’t mind,” you said, but he shook his head.

“I don’t mind at all, really.”

“Well, thank you, Steve, you’re very sweet,” you smiled, rubbing his arm, then turned to Eddie.

“Dude, I think you’re already my best friend,” you said, then started telling him the details of your seats.

“What are you smiling about, goofy?” Robin snorted at Steve.

“Friend. She called him her friend,” he smirked, his posture perking up as you all left the airport.

To be continued... 

[avalil18]

Different but still the same

Summary: you and Joe see each other again at your parents barbecue and you both still have a spark.

Warnings: fluff, kissing

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Being back in Athens for the summer was really nice! It was only mid June and the sun was shining and no clouds in the sky. Your parents every year host a start of summer barbecue filled with neighbors, cousins, and friends and family all crowded in what little fenced in backyard.

You were getting ready in your bathroom curling the ends of your hair and putting final touches on your makeup. You were wearing black Jean shorts and a black short sleeve bodysuit. It snatched your waist perfectly with your shorts. You slid on your shoes and headed out your childhood bedroom after down with getting ready. Walking down the stairs you see your parents in the kitchen getting everything ready inside and outside. “Hey hon!” Your mom says. “Hi! How’s it going you say?” Your mom walks over to you and hands you a few plastic cups and says “good! But do you mind putting these out for me outside?” “Sure” you say. Once placing those out people started to arrive. Most of your friends are on vacation so it’s really just you and your parents friends who always integrate you about your love life and work which you don’t really love talking about. The only people you would talk to are the Burrows. Robin and jimmy burrow who have known you since you were 4 years old. They always thought of you as a daughter and love seeing you. You always feel like you could talk to them about anything. They have a son who of course is the towns most prized possession. Joe burrow the son of Robin and Jimmy and QB1 for the Cincinnati Bengals. You have had a crush on him since you were 6 years old but of course let go of it when you went to college. You still thought he looked cute and now more mature.

After a while more people start to arrive and you are so excited when you see Robin and Jimmy! “Y/n?” Robin exclaims. “Robin!” You say back as you go to hug her. “How have you been?”she asks. “I’ve been good! Working a lot!” You say as you also go and hug Jimmy. “What do you do for work?” Jimmy asks. “I’m a speech therapist for kids!” You say. “Y/n that’s amazing! I know you always wanted to work with kids!” Robin says. After a few minutes of catching up with the burrows something catches Robins eye. “Joe, over here.” She says and tells him to come here. You turn around and see him. Joe the person you had a crush on your whole childhood and is now standing right in front of you. “Y/n?” Joe asks as he goes and hugs you. “Hi Joe!” You say hugging back. “How have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever!” He says. “I’ve been good! Working you know!” You say smiling back. Just before Joe could answer back your mom calls you from the other side of the backyard to meet some new friends she meet at her club. “One sec mom!” You turn your head back to Joe and say “sorry,but catch you later?” He looks at your mom then at you and says “Yeah.” You brush his arm with your hand and give a warm smile before walking away.

Joes POV

She was just as beautiful as I remember. Y/n the girl I have been in love with since a little boy. Her smile is just as gorgeous as I remember and her laugh fills the air with love and joy. We haven’t talked in two years well some texts here and there but that’s really it. I think about her all the time. Which might sound a little weird but she made me who I am today. She taught me how to be myself and not care what others think. She taught me not to fight back and stay calm because let’s just say I didn’t always think before I did something. She was my best friend. We kinda just fell out of contact because of our different paths in life. I was so happy to find out y/n was back in Athens for the summer. I thought this is my chance to do what I’ve always needed to do. Tell her how I feel about her and that’s exactly the plan.

Back to present

Your mom and her friends talked for a while and you just stood there. You were was thinking about Joe.

After dinner everyone heads inside to watch college football. You have no interest in football unless Joe is playing. You decided to clean up the mess in the kitchen instead of watching. As you were wiping the dirty dishes in the sink you could feel a pair of eyes on you. Those ocean blue eyes just staring trying to figure you out. You didn’t look up and see joe knowing it would ruin the moment so you just continued cleaning. After a couple more dirty dishes put away you decided to step outside onto the back porch to get some air. You put your drink on the bug wood fence and just stared out into the backyard thinking about Joe again and how crazy life has changed. After a few minutes out there you hear the sliding door open then close. You knew it was Joe. “Hey!”he says. “Hi!” You answered back. After a few moments of silence you speak up. “So tell me burrow, how does it feel being in the NFL?” You smile. Joe laughs and says “it feels pretty good!” You both start laughing and just stare into each others eyes. “Listen y/n I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a really long time.” He gives you a look and you could tell he was nervous. “What I’ve been meaning to tell you is-” you both turn to the sound of the sliding glass door open. “Sorry guys, but y/n do you mind come saying goodbye to everyone. Oh and Joe I think your parents are leaving too.” Your mom says. “Ok” you and Joe both say. As you walk back in you say “so what is it that you wanted to tell me?” He looks at you and goes “oh! Don’t worry about it.” “Oh um, ok.” You say kinda confused he doesn’t want to tell you anymore. As you say your goodbyes to everyone Robin and Jimmy come give you a hung and they tell you that you are welcomed over anytime. You smile and say thank you. Joe gives you a little wave to say goodbye and you wave back and close the door. After cleaning up a little more you say good night to your parents and head upstairs. You shower and put on your pjs followed by putting on a crew neck and your glasses. As you are getting into bed you hear a thud on your window followed by another and another. You are confused on what is going on so you open the window. You look down and couldn’t believe who was standing on your lawn in pitch black. It was Joe. “Joe! What are you doing!”you say trying to be quiet. “Sorry, but do you mind coming down. I need to talk to you.” You contemplate going down and finally agree. You slip on your Ugg’s and head out side. “What do you need to tell me at ten o’clock at night Joey?” You ask. “What I’ve been needing to do for a long time y/n.” He pulls you into his embrace and wraps his right arm around your waist and puts his left hand on your neck pulling you into his lips. You are taken back for a sec but stay kissing him. You couldn’t believe it. You are kissing Joe burrow. The one you have had a massive crush on since you were a little girl. After probably making out for five minutes you pull back smiling. “that was a good answer, burrow!” You say. “Thanks!” Joe says. “Look y/n I have always loved you. I know we fell out of touch but I can’t stop thinking about you. You have always been the one for me. The one I want to wake up to every morning and the one I want to fall asleep next to. The one I want to laugh with and the one I want to cry with when I watch The Notebook. You’re the one I want y/n.” Joe says looking into your eyes filled with tears. You wipe his tears as tears begin in your eyes. “Want to hear something?” You ask with a laugh. Joe laughs and says “what!” I have always loved you too. Ever since we were six years old and you were teaching me how to throw a football. You have always been my person even when we didn’t talk. I would walk into a grocery store and find one of your favorite foods and think to myself “Joe would like that!” You laugh and say “I love you burrow!” And pull him into a kiss. As you were full on making out with Joe you both hear claps and cheers you look around and see yours and joes parents. They were so excited you guys finally confessed. You and Joe both looked at each other.

You and Joe just laughed and pulled each other in for a loving hug and faded into the night.

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Authors note: Ahhhhh so cute! They both found each other again yay!!! I will be posting a few more stuff these next couple days hopefully!🩷

[vanishingcherry]

Hi!🪄

Can you do a story where the readers is a chubby girl and Harry's siblings and between her and Fred there is something going on (only Fred confessed his feelings).

The reader doesn't believe that Fred feelings are real because he used to make fun of her with George.

Harry and Hermione (as reader best friend) decide to help Fred to make you understand that his feelings are true ( Harry give him some advise on how have your attention: your favorite book, favorite flower, what you like to do on the weekend etc.). Hope you kinda understand what I meant- also, an happy ending?

The rest is up to you, thanks if you'll do it

i mean it

words: 1.4k

a/n: i have no experience and hence wasn’t sure how to write a chubby girl, i tried my best. please do tell me if i’ve written something wrong so that i can change it. 

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Finding out that you, just like your brother, were also magical, was one of the best moments of your life. The one year in which Harry was at Hogwarts and you were at home was torture, the Dursleys giving you extra chores, forcing you to do everything around the house in an attempt to get you energetic. 

“You’re always so lazy. Get up and do something on your own for once, would you?”, your aunt berated one day when you sat down for a minute after trimming the bushes outside. 

However, the next summer when you got your letter, they calmed down, knowing that they couldn't stop you from going. You got sorted into Gryffindor and immediately did your best to become friends with everyone. However, to your dismay, a lot of people didn’t really want to become friends with you. 

Sometimes, you would hear them talking while you took a shower.

“She’s so fat, it looks weird she would be much prettier if she exercised a bit.”

“Yeah, or maybe if she went on a diet. My cousin went on one and...”

Most of the time, you tried to block it out, trying to stay optimistic. You figured that it would jut take some time, but you would fit in, sooner or later. 

Meanwhile, you became best friends with Hermione Granger, who Harry introduced you to. She was great, always helping you with schoolwork and the two of you loved spending time with each other. You mainly hung out with Harry’s friends, who didn’t mind having you around and definitely didn’t tease you, so having another girl in a group was life saving.

Ron, however, wasn’t exactly your favourite. Not because he was bad or anything, but because of his brothers. Fred and George, the troublesome twins that just never seemed to leave you alone. They made all the teasing worse, spreading rumours about how you tried losing weight but couldn’t, or how You-Know-Who cursed you as well, so you would be chubby forever.

You absolutely despised the two of them, hating how everyone laughed at your face when you saw them whispering to each other in the common room. You would find yourself crying in your dorm after lights out, hating the way they and everyone else made you feel. Soon enough, you did start dieting, or tried to at least. 

You would skip one meal a day, instead taking a walk outside. Hermione and Harry realised almost immediately, and started escorting you to meals, making sure one of them was always next to you, making sure you ate enough. You appreciated the effort, of course, but sometimes you wished they hadn’t realised. 

A couple days later, you accidentally walk up the boys dorm while reading a book and hear some shouting. Looking up, you see the door open. Ron and Harry are shouting at Fred and George, who look solemn.

“Are you bloody mad? She already feels like shit, you don’t need to add to it.” You hear Ron’s voice yelling at the top of his lungs. “Mum raised us better than this.”

Harry was stood to the side, adding points in between, slightly conflicted as the Weasleys had been nothing but nice to him. “Look guys, I and Y/N would appreciate it if you just stopped. It’s hurting her and me.”

Fred looked to the side and saw you. Making eye contact, you leave, running to your dorm, avoiding all four of the boys for the next few days. 

Eventually, they apologize and you accept it.

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For the next few years, you kept distance from them, and they from you. Occasionally you would run into each other when you stayed over at the Burrow, but other than that, they stopped troubling you and you didn’t say much to them.

One night when you were back at Hogwarts, you were coming back from a late night study session in the library when Fred took ahold of your arm. 

“Hey, uh, can I talk to you?” His voice was unsure, nervous. 

Frowning, you replied. “Yeah, is something wrong?”

“No uh, look I- I wasn’t sure how to do this so um- I like you.”

Taken aback, you double check to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you. When he repeats what he said, you can’t help but start laughing. 

“You’re not being serious. Look, if this is some sort of elaborate joke, it’s not working Fred.” You head back to your dorms, leaving Fred standing there in the middle of the hallway, a shocked look on his face. 

He realises that you didn’t trust him anymore, not after the way he treated you. Honestly, he didn’t blame you. He was downright stupid for treating you like that, and he really did regret it. At that moment, he decided that he would do everything he could to make you like him.

Over the next few weeks, unbeknownst to you, he was constantly cornering Harry and Hermione, asking them what all you liked in order to gain your attention. At first the both of them were confused, wary at his sudden interest in you. But, after he confessed to them the reason behind his endeavours, they were more than happy to help. 

Harry would tell him funny stories from your childhood, while Hermione would share with him your favourite books and things you did over the weekend.

Following that, you would often enter the common room to find Fred on one of the couches, lounging as he read some of the books you liked. It was a surprise every week as he picked up a new one. One day, you decided to go over to him.

“Nice book?”, you asked. 

“Yup! This bit’s actually really interesting.” Fred tilts the book towards you, so that you can read what chapter he’s on.

“Hmm.”

He scoots over and pats the space next to him, inviting you to read with him. Taking a quick glance at the clock, you figured you could take a break for a while before going back to studying, and sat down next to Fred. It became a habit, every day the two of you would read a chapter together before you went your separate ways. It soon became his and your favourite part of the day. 

“Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”, Fred asked one night. “We can go to Honeydukes, i’ve been wanting some Peppermint Toads.” He had remembered a conversation with Hermione in which she revealed to him your favourite candy. 

“You like Peppermint Toads? Huh. I always put you up as a Fizzing Whizzbees type of guy.”

Fred scratched behind his neck as he awkwardly chuckled. “No, I like Peppermint Toads quite a bit. Come with me, won’t you? I’ll pay.”

Giving a small smile, you accept. 

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You and Fred got extremely close over the next few months, and you found yourself developing a small crush on him. However, you were still hesitant, remembering the way he treated you when you were younger. 

A few days later it was Valentine’s Day, and Fred figured it was the perfect day to try again.

He walked up to you with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and handed them to you with a shy smile, cheeks and ears bright red. 

“Thank you? Happy Valentine’s to you too Fred.”

“I like you. I meant what I said last term. I really did mean it, I swear.”

You sigh, not sure how to reply. “Fred, look, I like you too, I do. But I just-”

“You don’t trust me.”

“No, it’s not that I don’t trust you, I-”

“I know what I did Y/N, and I am so, so, so sorry. I was stupid and young and I meant it when I apologized. Look, I get that you might not want to go into this, but I just need one chance. I promise I’ve changed.”

You stay silent for a second, thinking of whether or not you should give him the chance. He really did seem to have changed, and he had been really nice to you. Plus, the part of you that crushed on him was going crazy right now. 

“Okay, yeah!”

“Really?”

“Yeah, c’mon.” You look your arm through his, the other still holding the flowers, as you head to great hall. 

“Wait uh, how did you know that this was my favourite flower? And come to think of it, you’ve been really interested in my favourite things recently.”

“Oh, um, Harry and Hermione sorta helped, y’know like told me what all you liked.”

“They did huh?”

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a/n: i wasn’t sure how to end it, so sorry about that.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I’ve been reading your blog for the better part of the year and it’s helped me rethink many things. This year was weird for me and I’ve been reflecting, I finally got courage to write this confession and I only feel comfortable sending it here. It’s okay if you post it. I think there are other people like me.

My Confession:

I’m an Orbit-Blink shooter who used to fight with an Army shooter daily until she died during the earthquakes in Turkey this year. I didn’t realize how much of my life and fan experience was tied to her until she died BPP. The way I got into shooting was through my Blink friend who introduced me to Loona when they debuted. At first I thought I was defending Loona and then defending Blackpink, but at some point shooting on its own for any reason became addicting. I would jump in on a ratio, throw insults and post gore and graphic images to people’s DMs for any small reason.

There was one Army shooter I hated because she was always there with screenshots or videos to drag Blackpink. Whenever there was a fanwar I knew I would see her there. And times when she wasn’t in the fight, I would use another account pretending to be an Army to tell her what was happening so I could rile her up to join the fight. I didn’t know it at the time but I loved fighting with her. She made me feel alive. The way she was passionate about BTS made me want to get some of that passion directed at me in any form.

Now, after months of reflecting, that’s what I realized. Because when the earthquake happened, I didn’t know she was dead. I kept checking her account for days, sending DMs from my fake Army profile, wondering why she was not replying. I even created a new scandal for Taehyung in our shooter group but she didn’t tweet. Then 2 weeks later her cousin tweeted from her account to say she died in the earthquake. BPP, it was like my whole life stopped. I became extremely depressed and dealt with extreme self loathing. I couldn’t look at any fandom fight without thinking about all the things I did to her. I hated myself and wanted to die. I went through that Armys profile and saw how her love for BTS was genuine. After months of therapy now I understand more why I acted like that, but it’s something I’ll forever be ashamed about.

In the depths of my depression I deleted Twitter, TikTok, and Instagram. After some weeks of missing what’s happening, I got Tumblr and found your blog talking about fandom behavior. In so many ways you’ve saved my life BPP. The way I was shooting was more for other shooters than Loona or Blackpink or even myself. I realize now there’s a whole subculture of kpop shooters and I think what they have is an addiction. I notice the same things with how solo stans behave. They think they’re doing it for the idols but it’s for them and other stans they’re fighting. It creates destruction. Life is short. Why spend it on something destructive?

I’ve changed everything about how I behave online. Through therapy and reading your blog, I realize people use fandom to express themselves, and if that expression is mostly negative, there’s deeper problems with that person that needs solving. Now I curate my space and avoid shooters and fanwars completely. I now focus on what I enjoy which is good lore and good music (I still enjoy a good fight but I now satisfy this need by getting engaged in Munk Debates in my city). Loona’s lore was the reason I was interested in them, so after weeks of stalking that dead Army’s profile, I learned that BTS has lore too. I fell down the BTS rabbit hole and officially became an Army on Jimin’s birthday (after reading your blog I’m now Yoonminkook biased hehe)

I’m a very new Army but an ‘old’ kpop fan and reformed shooter. I’ve committed to live a life that’s critical and compassionate. Because of how I’ve become Army, some things I’m seeing in how fans of diff fandoms act has a different meaning to me. I still struggle with shame and sometimes when I see fanwars or see solos trending hashtags and things, I remember me from what feels like long ago. I remember that Army shooter who feels like someone I owe my life to. I remember how so much is going on in the world and we could do with more kindness but people use fandom to be awful assholes. I was one such person, attimes I still have to bite my tongue. But what I do now is log off, go do something physical and positive that makes me tired, or scroll through your blog archives.

There might be people like me trying to get away from the shooter mindset and struggling because it’s hard. It’s like an addiction. I want those people to know it’s doable. Recognizing the problem is the hardest part for real so if they are at that point, it gets easier from there.

Thank you for having this blog BPP. I hope you stay here in 2024 as well.

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Happy to hear you’re in a better head space than earlier this year.

Take care of yourself. Really.

[sturnsbaebackup]

CHAMPAGNE PROBLEMS- MATT STURNIOLO

summary: you and matt meet at a wedding where neither of you have anyone to talk to, so you talk to each other.

warnings: drinking & family issues ig?? (this is lowkey based on an actual situation so i apologize that it’s oddly specific 😭)

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your cousin is getting married tonight, and bless her heart for inviting you to be in the bridal party, but the last thing you ever wanted was to be apart of the wedding, let alone even be at it.

you’ve always been seen as less whenever compared to your cousin, and even your own parents were always fascinated in her. she was the smartest person you’ve ever met and also the prettiest. every family dinner you’d ever have was just filled with questions and conversations for her, and you’d just sit there in silence. no one in your family was ever interested in what you had to say, and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t killing you inside to see her have an entire night dedicated to her. she always got everything you always longed for.

both sides of her family love her and showed up to her wedding, when you know that wouldn’t be the case for you. the whole entire wedding is just making you want to rip your hair out and curl into a ball, but you need to man up and be supportive. and that’s exactly what you’re doing. as you walk down the isle with your little bouquet of flowers, you watch as all of the eyes look at you with awe. you’ve never felt so appreciated in your life, but that was until you saw how everyone immediately turned to watch as she walked down the aisle. it felt like everyone had forgotten about you nearly instantly.

but what you seem to miss is a brunette boy tucked away somewhere in the first few rows staring right at you. he’s just as bored as you are, but he found it entertaining to his eyes on you practically the whole time. but unfortunately, you never noticed. seeing as you were too focused on trying to not fall asleep while standing in front of everyone.

eventually it’s time for dinner, and you’ve never been more thankful. of course you’re sat at a table with your parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc. and as expected, the only people who have talked to you have been your parents to tell you how beautiful you look, and they immediately went to join in on other conversations.

you sit through dinner in silence, downing your glass of champagne like you’re at a frat party. your mother glares at you as you nearly finish your second glass, and you just roll your eyes at her. you’re more than capable of pacing yourself, you just need something to take the edge off before you literally rip your hair out.

once dinner finishes, your family starts to linger around the room, leaving you alone at the dinner table. matt is sat a table not too far away from you, and he builds up the courage to come sit next to you. hoping you’re willing to talk to him.

“hey, i’m matt,” he says as he adjusts himself in the chair next to you.

“hi matt, i’m y/n,” you smile, immediately putting your phone down to give the mysterious boy your full attention.

“i saw you earlier and thought you were really pretty, and when i saw you sitting alone i thought it was a good time to take my chance,” he smiles bashfullly.

you chuckle a little, “yeah i’ve been sitting here alone for quite a minute now. you’re basically saving me from being the family outcast right now. so thanks,” you smile nervously. immediately from the look on matt’s face you can tell you’re already saying too much, “shit i’m sorry! that was weird to say… clearly i’ve had a few too many glasses of champagne,” you bite your cheeks awkwardly.

“me and you both, i’ve been drinking a bit too much of god knows what. this wedding is making me want to literally punch the wall,” he admits.

you nearly jump out of your seat when you hear this, “oh my god me too! i’m so glad i’m not alone! can i ask why you’re not having a good time?”

“well, the groom is my old friend from high school. we were never very close, but he was always such a show off. he always got everything he wanted, and it was just really annoying. i have no one to talk to at this wedding, so i’m not really sure why i came honestly. can i ask why you’re not having a good time? i mean you’re a bridesmaid!” he laughs.

“well the bride is my cousin and we were always close, but she was always so much better at everything than me. and like you said about the groom, she always got everything she wanted. maybe that’s why they’re a ‘match made in heaven’ or whatever everyone keeps saying,” you roll your eyes, mocking the people who keep calling the couple that.

“well shit, we really do have a lot in common. i’m glad i came over here. but um can i uh— get your number? maybe?” he asks, scratching the back of his neck.

“of course matt! i’d love that,” you blush.

he smiles at your reply, and you hand each other your phones. after exchanging numbers you both end up talking for about half an hour, before your mother begins practically dragging you away to come take a picture with her. you apologize for leaving matt, but he just gives you a teethy grin as he watches you walk away, admiring as you do so.

maybe coming to the wedding wasn’t so awful after all.

[this-is-krikkit]

Hii! If you're taking prompts then can you plz do some levihan on this:

'I've been born in the wrong timeline and the wrong gender!'

'And you realized that after sixteen years?'

hello! you're the first anon i don't feel i have to apologize to for taking too long to reply to a prompt lmao, hope you'll enjoy this!

of swords and crushes (1.4k words)

tags: levihan, modern AU (coffee shop AU if you squint), game of thrones references but you don't need to be a big fan to get em, GOT-typical violence mentioned

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“I’m telling you, I was born in the wrong timeline and the wrong sex!” Hange exclaims, trading their branded apron for their civilian coat and giving a last minute check to the coffee shop for any obvious task they might have forgotten.

Levi clicks his tongue at them, not for the first time that day, and gestures for them to leave out the front door with him.

“And you only realized that after sixteen years, while watching a blockbuster series about sword fights and magic?”

“Yes! No? I don’t know, I just know I want to be a knight!” they whine, using the tone they know their coworker can hardly stand.

“You want to be a knight, or you want to do one of them?”

“Levi! How dare you put your dirty thoughts into my pure and innocent mind!”

“I may not watch that shit show myself, shitty glasses, but I’ve seen enough screen caps and memes to know no one innocent watches it. Not with those casting choices anyway.”

Hange’s glasses reflect the setting sun and hide their eyes even as they grin devilishly at him, and he groans at his own slip up.

“Oh, you’ve seen enough screen caps to have an opinion then? Tell me, which one strikes your fancy, Neat Freak? The sadist bastard who tortures people into becoming his slaves, or the annoyingly rich golden boy who had three kids with his own sister?”

He just stares at them for a minute, then shakes his head as he locks the front door.

“I swear this show gets worse every time I hear about it,” he mumbles under his breath. “Either way, the one I like best has green eyes, and I think his father was in Lord of The Rings or something?”

“Oh… You mean, Robb Stark?”

Levi glares their way, because how the fuck would he know, again? But Hange, as always immune to his stink eye, just pulls their phone out and hands it over after a quick search.

“Here, is that him? Oh my God, you’re blushing, it’s totally him!” they squeal before Levi can even confirm it with words.

“Shut up and help me pull this down,” he requests, gesturing to the iron shutter they have to secure before leaving. “He is cute,” he still feels the need to argue defensively as Hange complies.

They chuckle and bump their shoulder to his when they squat down to help him with the heavy padlock that secures the system in place.

“He is,” they agree with a reassuring smile, before letting a sigh out. “Shame that he dies in season three though.”

“What? I thought he was, like, the main character!”

“Well, he is, until, you know... he gets his throat slit at his cousin’s wedding, right after he sees his pregnant wife getting stabbed straight into her belly.”

Levi picks up his jaw from the floor and turns to face his coworker, waiting to see if there’s any chance they could be trying to pull one on him —they don’t usually have a strong enough poker face to actually trick him, but they’ve surprised him before in the year they’ve been sharing shifts on this shitty part time job.

“She dies too, of course! Along with everyone who was with them then,” Hange adds right away, like that’s somehow reassuring.

“Why the fuck do you watch this shit, Four Eyes?” he asks, genuinely confused about it all.

“Ah, sorry, I know you’re weird about this stuff. We can talk about something else if you want,” they offer with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of their neck in discomfort.

“I’m not weird about it,” Levi corrects, dismissing their concern with a wave of his hand, “and it’s fine to discuss. I just don’t like violence for the sake of violence, or for shock value. Feels lazy to me.”

“That’s not all there is to it!”

He gives them a pointed glance, and Hange has the decency to blush a little.

“Okay, it’s probably a big part of it… But the plot does justify it most of the time so far, and some characters are really interesting and fun to try to figure out, I think you’d enjoy it! Besides, the fighting scenes are so badass, Levi!”

They launch into a mock choreography of what he can only assume is one of those scenes, and Levi doesn’t bother holding back a chuckle as he walks alongside them. He ignores the puzzled looks from people who pass them by, throwing a glare or two whenever someone dares to stare for too long with judging eyes.

“How do you have so much energy after the shift you just pulled on top of a day in class, for fuck's sake? I really feel like I’m the older one here sometimes.”

And alright, Levi does have another, early and demanding job to go to while other kids his age are in school, which might explain his own state of tiredness. But Hange truly is something else, stamina-wise.

“That’s because you’re an old soul, Levi, whereas I’m brand new and enthusiastic about what the world has to offer! And about swords!”

“Yeah, right. Why don’t you sign up to fencing lessons and get it out of your system for good?”

“Sure, let me give up this side job I only took for the fun of it, ask my imaginary butler to fetch my thousand dollars allowance from my billionaire parents and I’ll do just that!”

He bites the inside of his cheek to prevent his smile from stretching too wide, even though he knows Hange will be able to tell they got him with that one anyway.

“Point taken,” he gives in.

The walk back to their subway station is silent, a little less comfortable than usual when they’re both painfully aware that Hange’s now thinking about their own financial issues —the unfortunate reason they even took this job and met Levi in the first place.

He looks around the industrial neighborhood they’re walking, and spots two long rusty metal pipes hanging out from a bin nearby. In a fit of renewed energy he didn’t suspect he could have, he rushes over there, grabs them —heavier than they look, but he knows they can both handle it— and throws one at Hange’s feet.

“Here you go, Sir Hange Zoë,” he declares, feeling absolutely ridiculous as he stands in what he hopes looks like a sword fighting position —he sure hopes Hange will give him a break, it’s not like he has a wide frame of reference for this. “Fight me.”

They chortle, the sound immediately brightening the mood —and Levi’s day.

“You don’t have to do this, Levi. You were right, it’s kind of childish.”

He frowns and charges, hitting their shin lightly with his shabby weapon. Hange’s eyebrows shoot up on their forehead, and he can tell they’re slowly giving in.

“Levi! You can’t attack a defenseless maiden, that’s not gentleman-y at all!”

“You’re not a maiden, dumbass. And who said I’m a gentleman?”

Next time he lunges, they block the blow thanks to their own pipe and send him stumbling back —with a force that would surprise anyone else considering how lanky they look in their baggy clothes, and a fire in their eyes that would no doubt freak them out too. Levi, however, has known for months now that the tall nerdy weirdo look is only a mask hiding a fierce, passionate kid who might just be the strongest person he’s ever met —in more ways than one.

Sadly, they’re also much more —how did they put it again? Oh, right— enthusiastic about the whole fighting thing than he’d foreseen, and he soon finds himself having an actual hard time holding them off. One of their well placed hits shatters the pipe he was holding in his hold, and he thanks his lucky star that the combat has to end as he puts both hands up.

“Alright, I yield! You’re right, Four Eyes, you would have made a great knight.”

“Thank you!” they reply with a wink and a graceless curtsy.

Hange throws their pipe back into the trash can, before holding out their hand to ask for the some of the hand gel Levi’s already rubbing on his palms. He throws them a disapproving look, more for show than anything else, and gives them some —really, he’s kind of excited that they’re finally getting some of his neat freak habits, as they always call them.

“So, I won, right?” they ask him when they start walking again.

“Tch, I guess you did,” he grants them, not up to point out how questionable that statement is when really, breaking your opponent’s weapon has to be against the rules, right?

“Then my prize is... that you have to watch the next season with me!”

He spends the rest of the walk and the three subway stations they share trying to get out of that commitment.

(He fails.)

[auntieslover78]

Someone keep me entertained from the urge of sending my mom a “ accidental” dick pick to see what happens , I feel like she’d be semi okay with receiving it as I’m her second and last son and always been her baby boy who’s never done no wrong or she’d always let me just learn life own my own but never judged and always was the fun parent and now she’s gotten the bad hips barely gets around or enjoys herself so I’m wondering a spark like that might make her more interested as she always wants to hang out and I gotta go grab her then we just drive around smoke and talk for hours , I’ve always took her used bras and panties , she’s found them before , I’ve seen her tits when I was younger fall out while sleeping on the couch her ass is just and always has been super huge too would always get so hard when she’s bent over in some see through leggings or yoga pants , her ex / old step father would always be perverted in front of me like always slap her ass grab it tongue each other and one time I walked in on them having sex and man even while laying on her stomach her huge ass was still up there and dude could barely get past the cheeks and ugh I’ve had her walk in while I was jerking off , she’s walked in while I was drying off no towel kinda on the creep side but I was younger with a lot of gift cards but I’ve even bought a hidden camera stuck it in her room after she left her ex and man the pics I’d get while at school or some of the things she’d try on for her night out was just great even had one in the bathroom for some views of when grandma would stay over but yeah any tips to really seduce my mom the right way before I just go showing her that the cock she needs and excitement sits in her own sons pants and like my ex caught and exposed my old tumblr to fb once my mom screenshotted it and sent it to me not even mad about the mom things I shared and a little upset about the posts I’ve made about my sister but yeah at this point I don’t even think I’m capable of dating after my ex been addicted to incest since I was way younger being left with cousins in the same shittt life situation as you while your moms go out you tend to try things with family first I’ve had my dick sucked by both cousins on my dads side when I was younger even tried stuff with my one guy cousin more of him sucking me off and us rubbing one another to group family porn , one cousin while upstairs one night we found her older sisters dildo and lube so of course looked up what it was turns out it was a strap on but my cousin still wanted to feel the tip touch the hole but not go in and suck on it while jerking me off this is all while we were the ages of 8-11 so of course my first laptop I got was full of incest porn and pretty sure my moms found that a few times , my brother his first baby momma is our cousin and she’d always be nude in his room door open while I was younger he’d call me in to show me her body , visited her years later new man and a couple more kids stayed the night while her man was at work and after the kids gone to bed she sat next to me on the couch small tank on and tits just free as they can be and she gave the hints of wanting dick from the younger brother was able to play with my other cousin her sisters tits which was nice plus like in middle school I hung out with this one outside ass chick a bit older then me who hung with some pretty weird Middle Aged people I’d walk after school hang with these adults smoking was weird as the one dude was an amputee from the knees down dating a crazy black girl body was nice then the other two were on the spectrum but later down the road I was related to the white lady but while hanging there they’d always ask me if I seen or touched boobs or a virgin obviously said yes to all three but in reality I’ve only seen them a couple times cause of my brother so both chicks would get naked and let me touch their boobs or ass the white chick also gave me a handjob and the black chick eventually after a while would let me finger her and suck her tits and ass was always told I can do those things

[cosmerelists]

AITA Posts on Roshar: Part 2

[You can find Part 1 here!]

Once again, we are imagining that the Reddit forum “Am I The Asshole” exists on Roshar, and that the main characters from Stormlight like to post on it. What might those posts look like?

1. AITA for talking about poop on a first date?

I really need help here, Reddit. I (LE/M/24) am not good with women--well, I’m very good at flirting with them and getting dates, but I am NOT good with keeping them. I’ve never had a relationship last longer than a few months, and my dad is always me grief about it. In fact, it got to the point where my cousin arranged a casual for me with a woman (LE/F/17) I’ve never met. So I’m engaged now! But it is only a casual, and if this woman does not like me, the engagement isn’t going to last. I’m lowkey stressed about this, because she’s really pretty and really smart and I think I like her a lot.

Okay but to get to the actual situation. I arranged a sort of first date with the woman I’m engaged to (I’ll call her S) at this wine house. Classic, right? And I was telling her about all of my heroic battles and stuff, like you do, and she seemed to be pretty into it. But then suddenly S interrupted my battle story to ask me how I, well, poop while wearing shardplate. So that’s the first thing--she brought up the poop thing first! So I answered, of course, since she asked, but then she was asking MORE poop-related questions, and I ended up admitting that yes, I have shat myself in Shardplate on multiple occasions. My shard-plate wearing bros know what I’m talking about.

Anyway, weirdly, I felt like the date went well?? But later I was telling people about it, and they all said I DEFINITELY messed up because no woman wants a man to talk about poop on a first date.

Plz help. I really like her. AITA? Should I apologize?

2. AITA for wanting to destroy evil?

Humans are so weird about it! I’m a sword (NE/NG/1000) that was literally created to destroy evil! But every time I destroy evil, people say things like “Oh god the bodies” or “please stop trying to eat my soul” or “I am going to lock you in a closet. You are a menace.” What gives? AITA? 

3. AITA for being against murder?

In before “but we’re at war.” I know we’re at war. When isn’t there a war? The fact of the matter is--violence is never the answer. You can’t save someone through killing. I know--I am a surgeon (oh right--DE/M/50), so my business is saving people.

I have one son (DE/M/20) (my other son died). I raised him to be a surgeon, and he was really good at it. And before anyone says “why did you force your son to be like you,” I didn’t FORCE him. He wanted to be a surgeon. But he ended up being drafted into war, and then he never came home. Well he did, technically. But it wasn’t him. It was a murderer.

He is ALWAYS killing people. He says he’s a soldier now, and not only does he keep killing people, but he keeps killing people in front of me! We’re occupied right now, and the other day, some of the enemy soldiers came to my surgery and wanted to move some of the unconscious patients. Just move them. No evidence that they intended them harm. But my son FREAKED out and MURDERED the solider who came to take the patients! Just straight up murdered him! In a place of healing! And when I told him this was NOT okay, he grabbed his unconscious friend (who definitely needs medical care) and ran away. And now nobody knows where he is.

My wife is pissed at me. I can tell she thinks I drove away our son. But AITA for not wanting my son to be a murderer??

4. AITA for saving my friend?

I (DE/M/20) am a soldier in an occupied city. I’m also one of the radiants, and almost all of the other radiants in the city have fallen mysteriously unconscious. My dad is a doctor, and he’s been watching over them. Only my dad doesn’t believe in resisting occupation; he’s a pacifist--like, an extreme one. So when the enemy soldiers showed up to take away the unconscious radiants, I resisted. Because I knew what they were going to do with them--they were going to kill them (or worse). Otherwise, they would have just left them there. And one of the unconscious radiants is a dear friend of mine, a man who stuck with me through some of the worst moments of my life, and I wasn’t going to just stand aside and let him be taken. So I fought back. And I managed, barely, to stop them. Then I took my friend and left so that I could hide him and protect him.

But my dad started freaking out about how I had killed someone in a place of healing, and he called me a monster. I’m not saying I’m not a monster. But I think I did the right thing in saving my friend. AITA?

Edit: Wow so apparently people found my dad’s post? 

5. AITA for stealing?

I (LE/F/17) can’t go into too much detail without potentially doxxing myself, so I will have to be vague. My brothers and I had a very rough childhood. We are talking physical abuse, mental abuse, all of it. And now both of our parents are dead, and we’re about to lose everything thanks to some bad decisions our father made. But there is one thing that might save us--there is this woman (a heathen!) who owns an item, and if it were ours instead, it would fix all of our problems. I can’t go into too much detail, so I will call it the thingamajig. 

The thing is, no one knows where the woman got the thingamajig in the first place, and it’s probably not something she should have as a heathen. She doesn’t HAVE to have it--like it isn’t keeping her alive or anything--whereas my brothers and I are in fact doomed if we don’t get one. So we decided to steal it. It’s not nice and it’s not ethical but sometimes you have to do what you have to do to survive, you know?

And it all sounded good when it was abstract, but the thing is, the woman is actually pretty cool and very pretty and once I got to know her, I didn’t even want to steal from her! But then she did something horrible. Again, I can’t get into detail, but trust me when I say it’s like “haunts your dreams forever oh god the screams” sort of horrible. So I figured--storm it. If she’s going to be terrible, then I’m going to steal from her and I’m going to save my family. So I did.

But tbh the guilt is eating me alive! She STILL hasn’t noticed that the thingamajig is gone unless she HAS noticed and she’s just waiting for me to CRACK under the pressure!

You guys have to help me--AITA?

6. AITA for being stick?

I am a stick. I am not fire. AITA?

[romanstheory]

Make Me Proud a Jey Uso One Shot

Warnings: none all fluff

Word count: 728 ** I knowwww it’s short I can make another part if y’all want**

18 +

Inspired by Sami and Jeys moment at his first night on RAW

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Things have been weird sense leaving the bloodline….. I didn’t see any of it coming. The same boys I grew up with stabbed me in the back when I called out Roman for what he was doing. They exiled me… shunned me… left me for dead. I’ve never experienced betrayal like that before. Jey is who I would consider the absolute love of my life, and the feeling was mutual but he always had his brothers in his ear. I was the only one who dared to challenge Roman, well, until Jey finally did.

I was out on injury when everything took place. It was sheer chaos but I was so proud. He broke free from the grip of his egotistical cousin and sheeplike brothers. I screamed at my tv watching it all unfold week after week. Finally, Jey is back from his break and he was here at RAW to speak to the crowd.

I pace back and fourth rehearsing what I want to say to him over and over again. Should I even be doing this? I mean surely management is going to be cool with it right? Wait….. when have I ever cared about that? My thoughts raced over and over again. I can hear Jeys music echo through the arena “breathe….” I say to myself. Jey begins talking when I que my music to be played.

I walk out with a mic, Jey’s face riddled with confused and regret. “Look I mean no harm….” Say walking into the room “I just needed to tell you this to your face”. Jey patiently waits to hear what else I have to say, but also avoiding full eye contact like he always did when he knew he was face to face with the consequences of his own actions.

“Main even Jey Usoooo welcome to Monday night RAW!” I say loudly. “You did it”. Jeys eyes connect with mine quickly. We stand in the middle of the ring taking in the reaction of the crowd. I’ve always fought for Jey…. Even when he refused to fight for himself. Roman hated my guts for it and I didn’t give a damn. “Our entire lives you’ve been choosing to follow Roman” I say “but you finally chose yourself”

Jey puts his head down, eyes still connecting with mine. “I’m so proud of you Jey” I say with tears swelling up in my eyes “I’m so damn proud of you. I know you probably think I hate you, but I can’t and I won’t ever hate you. God Jey you got out!” A smile creeps across Jeys face as he picks his head up. I walk closer to him. “I always knew who you were in here” I say pointing to Jeys heart. “Listen to that! Listen to your heart”

Jey pulls me into a tight embrace, my heart fluttered a little. It felt like for the first time in a long time I got my friend back. I exit the ring to allow Jey to have his moment. The night progresses and my phone buzzes in my back pocket, it’s a text from Jey.

Meet me in the parking lot I need to talk to you

I walk through the now almost deserted hallways of the arena and to the parking lot. Jey is sitting on top of a big crate left to the side. He puts his hand out to help me up next to him. He stares down at his thumbs twiddling them back and fourth. “You needed to talk to me?” I ask. He nods slowly “I just wanted to say I’m sorry for everything we put you through” he says finally looking at me. “You didn’t deserve that and I get it if you don’t ever want anything else to do with me. It’s cool I accept that”

“You did what you were forced to do” I say softly “Roman said I was out and to leave me and because you trusted him you did. I forgive you” Jeys eyes light up, I could tell he didn’t expect forgiveness. “You made me so proud” I say softly putting my hands on his. Jey scoots closer and I lay my head onto his broad shoulder while he exhales harshly as if he could finally breathe again. “You better not ever do that shit again though”I say playfully

[loving-family-poll]

(Confession) I think I’ve got some fucked up cheryl blossom shit going on. growing up I was isolated as an only child literally living in the middle of the woods with only immediate family and I had imaginary friends to keep me company. But they weren’t friends to me. They were my siblings. I actually fucking called them Sister and Brother. Like that was their names.

I was so lonely growing up I used to write fanfiction about me having a twin brother. I wanted someone my age to play with and be close to and I was always drawn to sibling type characters as well as emotionally incestous stories but I didn’t know what that was back then because I was so young. I knew objectively incest was wrong but I was so desperate for someone to be mine, to be close with me and stuck with me so they couldn’t leave me like my friends had as the years went by.

I have two cousins, both a few days apart from me in age. One a guy, one a girl. For some reason I always wanted a brother specifically, I couldn’t tell you why. This guy cousin, I’ll call him Scott, felt like the answer that I had prayed for. I used to daydream about him being my brother. Similar to an anon a while back, we physically fought a lot. I bested him everytime because I’m a buff girlboss or something. I was obsessed with him and there definitely was some emotionally incestous stuff going on from my end—and from what I’ve observed over the years, especially pretty recently now that we are in college, it seems he’s physically attracted to me.

Whats strange about this is im not physically attracted to him. I’m not physically attracted to men at all, really. I’ve always liked women. They were what my first sexual fantasies were about, the first porn I watched, I could go on. Somehow I didnt realize that I liked women until highschool even though I did all of that. It was all because of a movie I watched and I fell in love with the movie character who was a woman and I realized oh. I’ve never felt that way about any of my boyfriends before, or even Scott. Like not even comparably close. That weird nervousness I had around him paled completely compared to the feeling I have for women.

I didnt feel this call for a sister as desperately as I did a brother, but I think that might have been because I always found it easy to become close with other women. An example of how this affected my realization of my sexuality was that I definitely had love for my best friend who I only knew for a year. I’m not sure if I was really in love, but when she moved away it was absolutely fucking horrible. I wrote her letters and left kiss marks on them as my signature and I cried every day for months imagining kissing her before she left “as sisters”. Like that was an actual verbatim thought I had. As sisters. I thought about telling her I loved her and eventually this led to my having fantasies about her etc etc etc. I never thought anything about it until years later.

The other cousin I mentioned, I’ll call her Laura, definitely had some emotional + physical incestuous feelings for me as we grew up. She used to beg me to shower with her, bathe with her, skinny dip with her, do anything and everything with her. She once begged me to let her shave my pubes. I have never had good boundaries and I didn’t really see a reason to say no even though it make me a bit nervous. She was the one with sisters, this was just some sister ritual that I didn’t understand because I had no siblings. So I let her do whatever she wanted and I catered to whatever she asked of me. Over time she started to pull away from me and I didn’t understand, hadnt I done everything she had wanted of me?

About eight years passed where I barely saw her but I learned to live with it because essentially the same ghosting happened with my friends in school. I didn’t understand why they left me but I couldn’t change it so I went with the flow. But randomly she started talking to me again. It was weird because it felt like we were getting along way better than we had before which I hadn’t even noticed was strained. And she was flirting with me. Telling me that my makeup looked so pretty on me, that my hair smelled good, and that she loved my dimples. I smiled at her once and she said, “ohmigosh, you have dimples. I love dimples on girls.”

Very quickly we made it clear without being explicit that we both were into girls one night. Nothing happened, but I think being open like that made her decide to stick by my side for the rest of the visit, unlike her usual routine, and she made me sleep in bed with her and go everywhere with her, like when we were kids.

Then she got a boyfriend.

Last visit I was dejected but happy for her because she seemed so much more happy than she had at any other time in her life. But then, I think, she made a move on me. We were at the local pool at nighttime, all alone. She mentioned wanting some ice cream before the shop closed next to the pool and because my love language seems to be acts of service and turning into mush when pretty girls bat their eyelashes, I very unsubtly ran off to get her ice cream. I think she knew by then that she had me in her clutches because her entire mood changed.

She came up close to me as she ate and very slowly crowded me against the wall. I was like an actual pile of mush trying and failing to eat my own icecream as she talked and I got that feeling in my chest, one I had never had with Scott, ever. She reached to me and adjusted my swim top strap and then brushed my hair out of my face and my body actually buckled. I had thought I was a top up until that point but im. I guess not. And then she fucking asked me if I thought the two of us would be able to fit into the bathtub together, again, like we used to.

I said yes and we rushed off back to the house and I was in the bathroom waiting for her and….she never came in. I went out to see where she was and she was with our grandfather and I did actually subtly ask her did you want to take a bath or anything? Because I’ll take a shower if not….and she told me she was just going to wait etc etc etc. and then I remembered. Her fucking boyfriend. Shit.

If Laura asked I would do absolutely anything for her. I think with Scott we have this Something Weirder Than Sex shit going on and I don’t know what to do on either front.

This is long as fuck but a good read that shit w Laura is wild

[thistlesofgrace]

Whenever I find myself bothered by something I try to understand why I feel a certain way and what the root cause of the issue may be.

Last week, my brother and his wife (who never make the drive to come visit in the town we live in, always have to go to them) came up for dinner. Felt odd, but discovered it was to announce they are pregnant. It’s very early - like 6 weeks along. My mom was very excited for them. I’m not sure I’d announce so soon, but they did.

I too am excited for them but I would be lying if one of my immediate responses wasn’t “oh man, another year about them.” Ouch, Hannah, why?

I recognize the feelings from that come from, they got married last April and for over a year leading up to the wedding, there were all kinds of events, trips and projects. My brother married someone who has high expectations and they spend a lot of money, in my opinion, keeping up with their friends. In fact, while I was going through peak stress meltdown from my former job and some health issues, they guilted me into creating custom corn hole boards for them for their wedding. It was somewhat expensive and something that took several weekends to complete. They also repeatedly used M’s handyman skills to help build an elaborate display wall that held all their champagne glasses at their wedding. It was fancy. And they sold it for like $1000. Profited off M’s labor 🫡

Back during the planning (I’m not kidding there was a wedding binder and wedding Wednesdays!) they decided that they’d have the maid of honor and best man give speeches. To my own surprise, my feelings were hurt by that and I actually spoke up and said that I wanted to give a speech. I’m your own sibling and I’m great with words (and funny!) Come on! My brother acted like he had no idea that I would even be interested which was wild to me.

So they made room in their very tight wedding schedule to allow me to give a speech. And out of the 3 speeches given, it was pretty obvious I was the only one who put time, thought and practice into mine. Go figure.

Anyway. I think this is all good background information to process my feelings regarding last nights events.

Last night we went to dinner with them and they started talking about baby names. Knowing my brother, he’s not sitting around pondering names of his future children but his wife immediately spouted off “their” list. Which contained TWO of my most favored names that I’ve been vocal about since the early days M and I got together. I know at some point, I would have shared this information with her/them.

My face had to have been obvious, I was shocked. But then it occurred to me. I have become such a side character in their lives and everything is about them. It kind of made me spiral and rethink about their wedding. And how they ditched my birthday in October to be with their friends instead. And they didn’t come to our Christmas because it was more important to go to her families for the second consecutive year. It just seems to be a theme but the name thing really had me internally screaming. It’s not even a common name, and the way she immediately looked at me and said “I found it in some book..”

To make the conversation even more cringe worthy, his wife asked if my best friend had given birth yet. Yep. 7 months ago. I’ve posted tons of pictures, talked about them endlessly and even traveled to visit. It took some serious self control not to ask to leave the table.

While I’m not currently pregnant (that I know of) I just felt unseen and small to the person that has known me my entire life. And somewhat because of who he has chosen as a partner.

I swear if they really choose my favorite name, I’ll make some unhinged comment about how weird it will be for two cousins to have the same first name. 🤣 At this rate it’s not like they’ll know each other that well or be in the same school systems.

And finally. Perhaps just for myself to note, I don’t think anything they do is out of maliciousness, I truly think they are just living in their own world and none of this is apparent to her. My brother might have some ability to reflect, if a conversation takes place. But we never really spend much time having meaningful conversations and I hate to make him feel bad.

So instead I’ll write it down here.

[teecupangel]

A/b/o DesMal?? (Desmond x malik)

Okay, so this could be set in a Modern Day AU or Desmond gets booted into the Third Crusades but here are some of the things that would happen:

Desmond would obviously be mistaken for Altaïr unless they get closer and sniff him. That’s why, as weird as it sounds, anytime Desmond is mistaken for Altaïr, he just sighs and says “Come closer and sniff me”. There’s a lot of different reaction to that one.

We can go for the route of Altaïr and Desmond are twins or cousins. Or we can go for the route of they’re not related and this is a quirk of fates or some shit. (Even in the case of Desmond getting booted into the Third Crusades, Desmond would have to pick one of those choices because saying “he’s my ancestor and I’m a time traveler.” isn’t really an option)

Malik is one of the few people who can differentiate the two without having to sniff (Desmond) or be glared at (Altaïr). He doesn’t say it but that’s because he can always smell Desmond’s scent even before he should be close enough for Malik to see him.

Desmond smells like freshly baked sweet bread to Malik.

Malik smells like cotton candy to Desmond. He can’t really explain it but it’s not that Malik smells like real cotton candy but that’s the image that pops into Desmond’s mind when he catches Malik’s scent.

Malik isn’t an idiot, he knows this could only mean that he and Desmond were highly compatible and Desmond hasn’t been that subtle in checking if Malik was interested in him. Definitely not subtle enough since Altaïr could see it and would always have that pinched look on his face before leaving the room Desmond and Malik were in without even saying goodbye (which is rude).

He is also very much interested in Desmond, it’s just… he didn’t expect to actually find a mate himself. He had been uninterested for as long as he could remember and he had accepted that his younger brother would be the one to carry the Al-Sayf line (Although, really, he wished Kadar wasn’t so smitten by Altaïr of all alphas) so it takes a bit for him to accept that, yes, he and Desmond are compatible and, yes, the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of being mates with Desmond.

Fated mates sorta exist in this idea in the sense that it’s a legend and there have not been any real records of it. The general consensus is that it’s more of the case of ‘you are fated mates because you both fell in love with one another and your scents are compatible’

Desmond would be moping during that time Malik is sorting his feelings since he’d take Malik’s silence as rejection and Altaïr has to be the one to suffer smelling the sadness from Desmond.

So when Malik started courting Desmond (all proper and traditional, complete with a mated chaperone in the form of Rauf (if this is during the Third Crusades) or maybe someone like Bayek or Ezio (if this is a modern day AU)), his biggest wall is now the fact that Desmond believed he’s courting him because Malik noticed him ‘moping’ and felt bad so this is… a pity-courting thing.

Malik should be offended but he knows he fucked up by being silent and it was such a dumb move that an idiot like Altaïr would have done (cue Altaïr’s offended face in the background as he snarks that he would have gone at full speed if it had been him, shut up Altaïr that's not any better!)

So now Malik has to show Desmond that he’s being sincere and that he wants a future with Desmond. Maybe even have a scene where it all comes to head and Malik blurts out how many kids he wants and Kadar is in the background just going “back it, brother! Too far!!!” but, jokes on them, Desmond is into that XD

So… I’ve been quite vague on whether they’re alphas/betas/omegas. The main reason is because I think this could work with any kind of combination you want and, honestly, Desmond and Malik could be alphas, betas or omegas if you want. I will say that I made Altaïr an alpha because part of the setup is that Altaïr is going to make Malik’s life a bit harder because he kinda adopted Desmond as his sorta sibling (if they’re not actual siblings in the setup)/child and the shit Malik did definitely deserves some sort of metaphorical punching. Kadar can be a/b/o, your choice. Also, just because Malik is the one courting doesn’t mean he can’t bottom if you want. That’s also the reason why their a/b/o status is vague.

[xskyll]

“Todoroki-san…” Shouto had never cared about honorifics before, but something about Midoriya’s voice speaking his name with such careful, precise formality made him feel like he’d stepped into a fog of humid air. It was thick and oppressive and uncomfortably stifling in a way his quirk could never abate. “It’s not Ka—Bakugou-san—it’s not him I’m avoiding. I mean,” he bit his lip in the same way Midoriya did when he wanted to slow his speech, to ensure he took the time to choose his words carefully, “it’s true that it’s weird for me. It’s not just the cousin thing. Or, I mean, maybe it is, in the end, but it’s just…where I’m from, my Katsuki, he’s always protected me. So it’s odd, being near yours. I know your Izuku isn’t me, but…well, we’re similar, right? I think maybe we have to be. So I don’t like the idea that there’s a version of me out there that a version of my cousin could hate. But more than that…Todoroki-san, more than that, the person I’m avoiding is you.” “Midoriya.” He wasn’t sure what he was going to say and he wasn’t given time to figure it out before Midoriya was speaking again. “I’m sorry,” he said, gripping the edges of his jacket and twisting them in his hands. It was a nervous gesture he’d seen dozens of times, performed by hands that were rough and mangled and broken and nothing at all like the pristine hands he was now looking at. “I’m sorry,” Midoriya repeated. “It’s such an awkward situation. I sort of…I thought maybe your teachers, or your heroes, or whatever it is, I was hoping they would figure things out and this wouldn’t come up. But they haven’t and…I’m so sorry, but if I’m being honest, Todoroki-san, it really hurts to look at you and it feels unfair, because the others, they say I look a little different from your Izuku, but for me, you look just the same. You look exactly like my Shouto, so when I see you, it’s hard because…because in my world, Shouto is…he’s everything, Todoroki-san. To me, I mean. He’s everything. And I know he feels the same because he looks at me like I’m everything, so when I see you and you’re looking at me like you don’t like me, and it’s with his eyes—” “I do like you,” he interrupted. “Or him. Midoriya. The one from my world. He’s one of my best friends.” Midoriya smiled and any words Shouto had left to speak turned to dust in his mouth. Midoriya smiled like he’d been hurt. He smiled like he wanted to apologize for his own injuries. “It’s not that kind of like, Todoroki-san.” Understanding bled through him like a slow-growing stain, permanently altering the fabric of his person. “You mean…you and me…?” “Right. And so that’s why. A Katsuki that isn’t my cousin and a Katsuki that dislikes me…that’s odd and it makes me feel a little strange, but it isn’t something I can’t handle. But a Shouto that treats me like I’m only a friend…that’s more than I can bear. So please. I know I’m overexerting myself. I know it isn’t healthy to keep practicing like this. But right now, this is all I have. So please, Todoroki-san.”

Don’t mind me, I’m just back on my nonsense. Anyone who knows me knows I love Idol Izuku, so this is just based on one of the many daydreams I’ve had on that subject. In this one, a quirk accident causes Izuku to swap places with an Izuku from an alternate universe. This Izuku is cousins with Katsuki (thus the eye color change), has a quirk that is related to increased agility (which he uses for dancing), and is dating Shouto. In this world, there are no heroes or villains, but simply law enforcement and criminals. Quirks aren’t as strong or diverse as they are in the normal bnha world. UA exists, but rather than training heroes, it’s simply a renowned school for specialized career training. Izuku is in their music academy, under Hizashi. Shouto and Katsuki are in the law academy, maybe?? Katsuki wants to grow up to be Izuku’s bodyguard, lol. Enji is a professional fighter—sort of a quirk MMA type of thing—and he wants Shouto to follow in his footsteps. Shouto doesn’t want to. I’m thinking he might want to be a defense attorney. Anyway, I’m never going to write this as a fic but enjoy this little blurb!

[theatricalfangirl]

SECRET TUNNEL! SECRET TUNNEL! THROUGH THE MOUNTAINS! SECRET SECRET SECRET SECRET TUNNEL!

I’m really liking Iroh and Aang’s conversations, I feel like it’s building a groundwork for Aang to trust Iroh, and eventually Zuko in the future.

Bumi is exactly how I pictured him, big hat, crazy dude. I love that he recognizes Aang right away and doesn’t make him do those weird tests. He’s asking the real questions “how are you still alive? And more importantly why are you still a child?” He’s nutty but he loves his friend and you see that.

But then he acts like he starts to doubt Aang, fair enough given it’s been 100 years. When Aang accuses him of not caring he gets mad and starts tricking him, playing “games.” He’s bitter and feels betrayed but Aang is still his friend, he didn’t mean to abandon the world and Bumi knows that, he just needs to be mad about it too.

My problem is that Bumi is almost painted as a villain, he’s trying to show Aang just how horrible and difficult the war has been but he almost kills them both and his innocent people in the attempt. Bumi has lived through the war in a way Aang can’t understand, he probably lost countless loved ones and has been sitting with that pain and grief for a century. Aang’s return brings it all back, but Aang also helps him start to heal from it.

I’ve always had mixed feelings about Jet, in the original too. He’s extreme, trying to take out a whole town to kill a couple soldiers, attempting regicide so he can stop a few spies. He’s traumatized obviously, angry and scared. He’s still just a kid.

Zuko having to chose between capturing the avatar and rescuing his Uncle is a beautiful moment, you see him struggle to choose between what he thinks is his destiny and the last member of his family who showed him any kindness. Him picking Iroh and finding the lotus tile as a clue, really a callback to how much of a madman Zuko is when it comes to finding people/things. Man found the avatar, his uncle, Appa, his honor, his mom, etc.

Iroh having to face his past being confronted by an earth kingdom soldier who accuses him of having no humanity, knowing nothing of loss, when we know his backstory. In the flashback, I can’t tell if Ozai is genuinely trying to comfort his brother over the loss of his only son but doesn’t really know how. Versus Zuko who is clearly still an awkward turtle duck and grieving his cousin, but still comforting his Uncle.

LEAVES FROM THE VINE, FALLING SO SLOW I’m sobbing my eyes out. All the musical callbacks to the original show are making me so happy.

Oma and Shu being lesbians???? YES I LOVE IT!!! GIVE ME MORE!!!

I always thought the tunnels could be about more than just romantic love. I’m glad they didn’t have Aang in them with Sokka and Katara because it means they can showcase familial love and its value rather than romantic. They haven’t really been showing much of Aang’s crush on Katara so it doesn’t make sense in the story for him to be with her in the tunnels anyway. Instead we can see Katara call Sokka out on some of his worse tendencies like his overprotectiveness and watch their sibling relationship grow.

The badger moles are the sweetest giant angry earthbending babies ever and no one can change my mind.

[haleyboook]

Tony’s widow

Set during she-hulk, Tony Stark’s widow has been hiding out in Mexico with Bruce Banner ever since her husband died. Unable to accept his death she remains isolated with her two children and sister. When she meets Jennifer and finds out that her blood helped heal Bruce’s arm, suddenly she grows interested.

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“This is where I spent the blip fixing myself and integrating the Hulk-Banner identities.”

“In this tiny beach house lab?”

“I wouldn’t call it tiny.” I say as I stand at the door with Ani, Antonia, my youngest rested on my hip.

She spins around to look to me and says “Who are you?”

I shake my head saying “Man, I need to get the baby weight off. I used to be so known and recognizable. I’m y/n, y/n stark.”

Her eyes widen and Bruce says “Hey.”

I nod to him and he looks to his cousin saying “Tony built this for me a few years ago. Tony Stark, her husband.”

“Oh, right, right, right.” 

I step inside of the lab as Bruce explains “He used to joke that I was a loaner, and that one day he’d just swing by and take it back.”

I lightly nod and say “He only said that so you’d actually use it and not feel guilty taking it. It was always yours, Bruce.”

He smiles to me saying “I see you’ve brought Ani, she looks so much like him.” 

I nod saying “I know. It’s the eyes. Haunting sometimes. I love her, so much, but she has Tony’s eyes and that’s so hard to handle sometimes.”

I look over to Jen, Bruce’s cousin and say “You okay?”

She looks to Bruce confused saying “Wait, did we hit a spaceship?”

Bruce nods saying “Yeah. Sakaaran Class-Eight courier craft. They’re probably trying to deliver a message. I gotta look into that. You know, weird stuff just kinda finds you when you’re a hulk. But first we gotta deal with you.” 

She shakes her head saying “Me? What happened to me?” 

I make a face and shrug as she says “I changed.”

I look to Bruce and he says “Look, I’m sorry. I tried to warn you. My blood got into your system, and after the wreck, you got a lethal dose of gamma radiation.”

“Lethal?! As in I’m gonna die?”

I smack Bruce and he says “Ow... No! There is more to it... I uh... that I’m going to explain.” 

She hits his arm and says “That is not the sentence to take a pause on, Bruce!”

I smile at her feisty-ness and nod. She says “What? Why is she nodding?”

Bruce looks to me and says “Okay. Just look at your blood samples okay? You and I, we share a rare combination of genetic factors that allows us to synthesize gamma radiation into somethin’ else.” 

“So I turn into the Hulk now, too.”

Ani sneezes as she wakes up and I say “Sorry. Yeah, kinda..”

Bruce says “I’ve been analyzing your blood. And the way it synthesized gamma, I was able to use it to completely heal my arm.”

I perk up at that and she says “Oh. Because I’m better than you?” 

Bruce shakes his head saying “Mmmmm, it’s basically different.” 

“In a better way.” 

Bruce shakes his head saying “In conclusion, my arm is healed and now I’m able to be my fully integrated self again.”

“Smug hulk.”

I look over to the vials of blood beside me and I look to Bruce and Jen walking away from me. 

“Smart Hulk.” 

“Well, it’s pretty smug to call yourself smart.”

I begin to tune them out as I slip two vials of Jen’s blood into my pockets. 

I turn towards them as Bruce turns back around, grabbing the vials and saying “Now that I’ve actually analyzed your blood samples...” 

He begins destroying the vials and I feel minor anger spark inside of me. 

Jen shakes her head saying “A bit dramatic.” 

Bruce says “It’s way too dangerous to get out in the world, even if there’s only a millionth percent chance that it makes another one of us.” 

Ani starts crying and they look to me. I say “Sorry. I should go find Morgan and leave you two be while I get Ani down for a nap.”

Bruce says “Do you need any help?”

I smile to him and say “Thank you, Bruce. I’ve got it though.”

I leave the lab and Jen watches Bruce watch me leave and she says “Oh my god.”

He looks over to her quickly saying “What?”

“You’re in love with her!” 

Bruce scoffs saying “I am not! She’s a good friend!”

“No... you don’t watch someone leave like that if you’re only friends! You’re in love with her! You’re nearly drooling! Dude she literally has two kids.”

Bruce shakes his head saying “You could not be any farther off!”

Jen smiles and says “You wanna play house with Tony Stark’s widow and kids. Huh.. interesting.”

Bruce grumbles saying “I don’t. She’s my friend, and I owe it to Tony to look after her and help her.”

Jen nods and says “And maybe enjoy her company a little too much. How’d she even know we were here?”

Bruce sighs saying “She’s been staying here, away from the media and world. Ever since Tony’s funeral. I took her here. She couldn’t handle the public and other people.”

“That’s not healthy, Bruce, isolating yourself, that much...it’s not healthy. I get she’s grieving..”

He glares at her saying “Leave her alone. Let her grieve how she wants. Tony loved her so much, she meant everything to him. I can only imagine it’s mutual with her.”

Jen nods and I continue towards the guest house, Friday saying “Mrs. Stark.”

“Not now.”

“Mrs. Stark, I don’t know what you wish to achieve with Miss Jennifer’s blood sample, but I don’t recommend using it.”

I shake my head saying “I don’t want your opinion. Begin running tests on it. Make duplicates. Pull apart every factor within it. I know there’s a way to reverse death and gamma damage. It recovered Bruce’s arm easily.”

“Yes, Mrs. Stark. I have to remind you that Mr. Stark, is gone and can’t-”

“Shut up!” I snap as I hear my voice echo. I sigh as I feel the tears well up. I shake my head saying “Don’t ever tell me he’s gone or dead again.”

“Yes, Mrs. Stark. Starting the process now.”

I push the vials into the machine and sigh as I set Ani down in her crib and see Morgan playing outside in the sand with my sister. 

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wooooahhh new story! Do you guys like it? Got the idea and I needed to write it out! I just watched the most first episode of she-hulk and oh my god all the mentions of steve and tony were killing me! 

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[notafunkiller]

Please do not apologize and you are always welcome to state your opinions and ask questions etc here. I don't care if others will be upset about it. You are respectful and you do not bother anyone💕 / You are such a love! 🩷 Thank you for being a voice of reason in the midst of some very frightening chaos. The reactions people have to others not liking Annabelle or caring to acknowledge her are borderline terrifying.

And you touched on so many good points that I also wanted to, but was running out of room for! You are so right. Nothing about this has been “private” pap walks, conveniently timed/placed DM sightings…it’s all too suspicious. And don’t even get me started on her keeping extreme tabs on his fans, or her trying to spread her own pregnancy rumors. She knows what she’s doing.

I will never understand why people think they’re better fans for aggressively defending a relationship he doesn’t even look satisfied in. Take Sebastian and her out of it. Substitute anyone you know and love in there—friend, cousin, sibling, etc.—would you still feel the same way? The answer is no, they probably wouldn’t. They’d probably be really concerned for the person they love. They’d want them to find better. What if Sebastian is in a position where he needs to find better? Again, I don’t know him. I only know what I’ve seen. Sebastian Stan isn’t known for looking like he wants to throat punch his partners. Time and time, again, we’ve found that he seems to be a kind, loving soul and a deeply passionate partner. Where do we see any of that in what’s going on with Annabelle? What about them warrants aggressive, creepy shipping?

Sigh…thank you for letting me rant. I’m so tired of people trying to paint her as the love of his life. It’s unfair to him. Frankly, it disrespectful. They are basically forcing their will onto him.

Thank you for pointing out everything you did and for even mesaaging in the first place!

I think it's so important to have a space to rant about the things you believe in, and I am glad you came here.

Yes, the fact people try to project their fantasies and they think SS and AW's behaviour = privacy or "mature love" is really ??? to me.

I don't know how you look at him around her (I can alreasy see the messages about us seeing only a few seconds of their love and we see nothing coming🤣) and don't find it weird. New or old fans or stans.

Like it's even worse if you look at it from a shipper point... that has normal standards. Imagine your partner always looking unhappy or uncomfortable or less close (than he is to fans even) around you. I won't even compare how he was in his other relationships.

And no, our love language never completely changes as we get older. We add more love languages, but we do not change the one we developed since childhood.

Sebastian's love language is physical touch (friends, old friends, family, exes). Nothing changes overnight, and, trust me, it has nothing to do with only seeing a few seconds of them together. Especially in public.

She is the one needing to hold his hand, reach for him (HIS FINGER! LIKE... THAT IS SOOOO SAD) in 90% of the cases. I remember seeing a photo with them at a restaurant and he had his legs crossed toward her in a very non-boyfriend way. Or the fact she has to hold his hand sometimes like a mom because he is not cooperating (he chose this, so I do not mean he is a victim, of course)

I'd be so ??? if I had a boyfriend of 2 years and he acted like that toward me. It's even sadder to see how not even bare minimum aka him walking by her side on the street is considered romantic.

(Or if my sister or friends were in a relationship like this, I'd be livid.)

I get many stans want (THE IDEA of) him, but like how low is the standard?

If I shipped a couple and they acted like this I'd never believe they're for real together.

Yet many stans that ship them (I am not talking about normal people who like them together) and talk about how their sèx life as if they know and it's a normal thing consider that having another opinion (despite not hating on AW) = delulu.

They tried to even link them together because he wore that incredible Cartier watch at the Met Gala... how he must have received it thanks to her "connections", even though:

1. She is no longer even the image of Cartier (and even if she did, she holds no power, lol. She is not the manager) from what I heard.

2. Stylists (or the celebrities themselves in some cases) are connected and work with certain jewelry brands etc.

Michael is known for the collab with Cartier. And even if he wasn't... Sebastian is an A-lister (he is invited at Met Gala, festivals, film premieres, fashion shows, exclusive after-parties etc)...

And yes, he is a very kind person and has so much affection in him!

And it's his choice... He puts his career first and willingly made and makes sacrifices or does certain things to be able to be in the industry in the way he wants and prove himself *which makes me a bit sad... that he chases this when he is, anyway, such an incredible actor, but I understand*.

I do not know why people find it so strange that we think it's PR when the signs are so clear.

I mean, if this is how a relationship with the "love of his life" looks like... why is he so emotionless? But that's just my opinion.

And tbh, even though I do not like her for the reasons we talked about before (stalking, being awful to crew members etc), she deserves to be treated better as a person in a (pr) relationship...

But it's her choice and she benefits from it at the end of the day. She posts on his big days (even shoes😭) and she gets followers, she gets to be the plus one at some after parties etc. So I guess it's a win-win.

But I'd love to see him happier too... he is a good guy, and I wish him the best.

Thank you again for being so sweet and also logical✨️