#im glad we are all finally coming together to realize this

[josmottt]

[keebyfan]

Im so glad kirby Tumblr is coming together slowly and having the realization that keeby and galacta knight need to be father and son and they're a adorable adopted family

[ddejavvu]

hi!!! ugh ive been rewatching criminal minds and i have such a bad spencer reid addiction

can i request something where y/n and spencer are both a little oblivious. they both like each other and have been on dates and are very close at work, but spencer just kind of assumed they were dating, but y/n didnt know because he never officially asked her to be his girlfriend?

Thank you soso much! im so in love with your wtiting

You and Spencer have very different responses to Penelope's giddy, "You guys are such a cute couple."

Spencer blushes, and ducks his head towards his desk with a smile on his face. He's mortified at the attention on him, but he relishes the compliment all the same. Your face heats up equally warm, but Spencer's thaws immediately when you grumble, "Penny, stop. We're not a couple."

You're not?

Spencer's head is no longer hung towards the desk, instead it's pointed at you with wide eyes and caution flickering in his irises.

"We aren't?"

Your brow furrows, and Penelope's smile begins fading. She lingers, but quickly feels the need to make herself scarce, and scurries away when you double down.

"When did we get together?"

Spencer flounders, his expression only growing more wounded, "We- I've been taking you out for weeks."

"Well- yeah," You stammer, "But- but that doesn't mean-! We're not together, Spence. You haven't asked me."

"I ask you on dates all the time." His voice is empty, clueless and dumbfounded, "We- isn't that dating?"

"We go on dates, but that doesn't mean we're dating!" You insist, years of nitpicky high school etiquette coming in handy, "You have to ask me, Spencer, you have to ask me to be your girlfriend."

"Oh." Spencer's shoulders slump slightly, and you realize with a start that he's contemplating asking.

"Do you want to be together?" You ask him incredulously, suddenly unsure of the dates you'd gone on with him in the past. Apparently they weren't satisfactory if he's not Every happy memory lodges itself like a poison dart into your rapidly beating heart, and you're confused when he nods vigorously.

"Okay. So~," You prompt, leaning towards him in your chair, "Are you going to- y'know, ask me?"

"Are you gonna say yes?" He asks, and though the question is unbearably stupid, the tone in which he asks it is soft and scared and endearing.

"Of course I'm gonna say yes!" You huff, "Spencer, I- I really like you."

"I really like you, too." The furrow in his brow smooths as the last thread of fear cinching it is snipped, and then his pretty pink lips part to finally ask, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," You gush, and you'd be embarrassed at how fast you shot from your chair to hug him if he hadn't done the same. The kiss you share is an awkward chaste one, because neither of you have forgotten that you're on duty in a government building, but Spencer's hands wrap tightly around your waist, and you sling yours over his lithe shoulders to crush him in a hug.

"I'm sorry I didn't ask you sooner," He breathes, his voice barely audible even as he speaks against your ear, "I didn't know I was supposed to. I've never done this before."

"It's okay," You assure him, hiding your giddy grin in the knit of his sweater vest, "I'm sorry I scared you when I said we weren't. I just figured you weren't sure yet."

He draws back to thumb at the apple of your cheek, a lock of his hair dangling in front of his face from where it slipped from behind his ear.

"I'm sure," He vows, eyes boring into yours with a sincere sparkle, "And you're-? I mean, you're totally sure?"

"Totally," You let out a gushy laugh, "I'm glad you're my boyfriend, Spencer."

"Me too," He agrees, with a smile on his face that clocks in just short of disbelief, "And-! And I mean, I'm glad you're my girlfriend."

You're not permitted more than three seconds of the sentimental atmosphere you've created around you when Rossi decides you're distracting the rest of the team.

"Alright, lovebirds, this is wonderful for you, but I'm sure Hotch doesn't want you heavy petting on government time."

You flush and Spencer does the same, breaking away from you reluctantly as you grumble about government positions needing age caps. Rossi pays no mind to your insults, though, because Hotch's voice steals his attention, threaded with a spark of amusement.

"Oh, soften up, Dave." He calls from where he'd been obscured from view at the far end of the kitchenette, "I know you're three divorces bitter, but the rest of us are happy for them."

[feyascorner]

blurry eyes

summary. Orin takes Astarion as a hostage and you nearly lose your mind trying to get him back. Even when you do, things aren't the way they used to be.

warnings. angst/comfort

pairing. Astarion x GN!Reader

a/n. fluffier break from TFBU bec it's draining the soul out of me🧍‍♀️ this is kinda messy but for me orin always kidnaps lae’zel and Im glad it’s never astarion but what if;;;

You're not yourself. Everyone knows it. Not since Orin showed up at camp wearing Astarion's face, his own blood smeared on the poor imitation of the cheeks you love so deeply. She taunted you, smiling wickedly in a way that made your stomach churn before you lunged at her with a blade, only for her to vanish into a mist of red.

You usually prefer to use your silver tongue to get out of a dangerous situation. But now, all you want to see is her blood sprayed across a wall.

There are bags under your eyes, going days without sleep. You hadn't realized how accustomed you'd become to his arms cradling you in the dead of night, his cold hands wrapped around your shoulders and your cheek pressed against the crook of his neck. You hadn't realized how attached you'd gotten to him.

The fight is quick. Despite your companion's warnings to get some rest, you charged into Bhaal's temple the moment you had access to it, and rightfully so, because she didn't stand a chance against your wrath.

And now, even with him at your fingertips, laying so peacefully on a stone slab with his eyes shut, all you can feel is the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You gently touch his cheek, and you find that it's cold, as it's always been. There's a slice of a knife, surely to leave a scar if it's not treated well. You smile a bit, the first time in days, thinking of how he'd complain about the blemish a few weeks from now.

He finally stirs, and when his eyes peel open to your face, his face falls.

"Gods above," he whispers. "Stop with the damn tricks, Orin. I'm no fool."

Your heart breaks. And while all you want to do is wrap him in your arms and wipe away his frown, the adrenaline holding you together is long gone. You're exhausted, you realize, only managing to grab the edge of the stone slab before you crumple onto your knees, vision going blurry.

Ah, maybe you should have rested.

No, not when he'd been here to suffer alone, forced to face Orin's blood-thirst. Not when you'd smelled his blood on her blade.

You want to comfort him, but nothing comes through your throat.

The two of you don't speak much. He doesn't speak much to anyone, for that matter, for a few days. You can sense the uneasiness of your other companions, who don't dare ask what Orin did to him while you'd nearly lost yourself trying to get to him. You don't approach him, fearing he might recoil away.

The only thing you can do is watch over him while he writhes in his bed, drenched with sweat and nightmares you cannot take away. You're not even sure if they're about Cazador or Orin anymore, but you can't bring yourself to touch him or the healing scar on his cheek in hopes of soothing him.

It's only two weeks later when most of your companions have gone out, and it's just the two of you on opposite sides of the room. You rub at your blade with a cloth, numbly focused on sharpening it for a bigger foe while he's still reading his book in a silence that should feel comfortable but only makes your mouth dry.

"Hells, I can't do this anymore."

You blink as he strides across the room, and he's suddenly sitting next to you while you continue staring at him like he grew a mushroom from his head. "Do what?"

"We must talk about---well, you know, darling."

Even in this brittle stage of your relationship, the way he says your nickname is loving. It makes your heart squeeze.

You place the blade on the ground. "Okay. We can talk."

There's a silence that hangs in the air before he sighs. "Torture is not a foreign concept to me, my dear. If my years under Cazador's palace did anything for me, it's made my pain tolerance impossibly high."

You frown. This does not make you feel better.

He eyes you from the side, leaning back on both his hands. "What I'm trying to say is, you don't have to worry so much about me. Even if I were to perish, I'm sure there are other vampires willing to help you with your cause to defeat the Elder Brain, though they'd be considerably less charming."

You're immediately on your feet. "Of course, I was worried about you! And I don't care if you've gone through hell and back, pain is still pain, and I don't want to see or think about you even stepping foot into something like that, much less the temple of the Lord of Murder!"

He stands after you. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Other vampires?" you say in disbelief. "Well, I don't want other vampires, I want the one that I can't even sleep without."

Your eyes are glossy now, and you hate yourself for it. You should be consoling him, not becoming emotional over the torture that he experienced. But the words come out like vomit, and you can't stop yourself.

"Love, please don’t ruin your pretty face with tears,” he tries, hands awkwardly hanging in the air as he struggles to find what to do.

“Don't act like getting kidnapped isn't a big deal," you swipe at your eyes. "You won't even talk to us."

He blinks. "Me? Avoid speaking with you?"

"Yes!"

"Well, forgive me for giving you space. You looked positively demented after you were done stabbing that vile woman to the death, I assumed you needed time to recover before I could approach you."

"What? I was giving you space."

"I assure you it was the other way around.”

“You were avoiding me!”

“Because you were avoiding me!”

You're both just staring at each other now, at a loss of words for what turned out to be a miscommunication that should have been resolved days ago. The silence hangs thickly in the air, and a rush of emotions runs between you two, expressions shifting every few moments before they simultaneously become one.

He purses his lips to refrain from smiling. You stifle a laugh.

Then you're both laughing and while the topic of discussion does not warrant as such, you can't help yourself when days of ignoring one another have come down to such a minor bump between you. When both of you calm, you sigh again, this time in utter relief. "This was anticlimactic."

"It was," he confirms. "But this one time, I don't mind."

Wordlessly, you wrap your arms around his torso, burying your face into his chest while he returns the gesture by holding you tighter. You stand there a bit, quietly, until he clears his throat.

"For the record, I don't want you to go around searching for other vampires."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

You decide he can tell you more about what happened when the time comes, but now, you're more than happy the way you are.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

i am a rich man

words: 1k

warnings: misogyny, brief mention of violence, reader is a kook

a/n: im on vacation starting tomorrow monday 1/22-friday so i will not be posting any new fics for this week!

“have you decided what car you want baby?” rafe asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you scroll through the dealerships website.

“i’ve narrowed it down to two.” you tilt your phone towards rafe, letting him look at one car before navigating to the other tab to show him.

“why don’t you test drive both and decide after that? and if you like both, just buy both.” rafe shrugs. it was weird for him at first being with someone who had even more money than his family, but now he’s grown used to it, liking knowing you can support yourself if needed, even though rafe likes to buy most things for you.

“good point.” you hum. “i’d have to park one on the driveway though, my dad is only giving me one spot in the garage.” you pout. your dad has a mild obsession with sports cars, and therefore three of the four spots in the garage were already taken.

“lets not worry about it now, figure it out after you see them in person.” rafe says, and you nod, getting up off the couch to head to the dealership, glad that rafe agreed to drive you and test the cars with you, mainly because you didn’t want to spend the day without him.

it’s a long drive to the nearest dealership that had cars in your price range, but you don’t mind as you sing along to your favorite songs playing through rafes trucks speakers, always letting you be the dj even if he can’t stand some of the girly pop songs that you play.

“almost there.” rafe reaches over, squeezing your thigh as the dealership finally comes into view.

“thank god.” you groan. “my butt is starting to go numb.” “don’t talk about your butt when we are about to be in public.” rafe warns, glancing over at you as you giggle.

“sorry baby.” you say, in a voice that tells rafe that you’re not at all sorry.

“let me drop you off at the front, i’ll park the car then join you inside.” rafe says upon pulling in and realizing that there are no close parking spots, and he doesn’t want to make you walk outside for longer than he has to.

“mmkay, thanks baby.” you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, always extra appreciative and lovey on rafe when he does sweet things for you, even if its just something little.

you hop out of the truck, heading inside the main showroom of the dealership.

“hello, ma’am!” a sales associate instantly hurries over to you. “i’m john, did you have an appointment?” “no, but i’ve checked out your inventory online and i know what i’d like to test drive today.” you say with a fake smile right back, already not liking the condescending attitude that john is giving off.

“alright, well lets take a seat at my desk and you can tell me your budget.” john walks you over to his cubicle, and before he can begin talking you’re joined by rafe.

“this is my boyfriend, he’s helping me pick out a car today.” you say as he sits down next to you, reaching over and looping your fingers through his, already eyeing up john as he tries to size him up.

“hello, sir.” john smiles. “so what is your budget?” he addresses the question at rafe, making your eyebrows scrunch together.

“well,” you answer, making johns gaze flick quickly to you, “budget isn’t an issue. i know what two cars i would like to look at.”

“okay, if you just want to tell me the models i will pull them up.” john turns the computer screen so you all can see as you tell him the two cars that peaked your interest the most.

“and i assume you will be financing?” he hums. you glance at rafe, shocked that he would have the audacity to assume anything.

“no.” rafe answers for you. “in full.” “okay, that makes sense that you will be paying, sir.” john says, nonchalantly as if he didn’t just imply that you wouldn’t be able to afford the car.

“as said before, i will be the one purchasing the car, so while my boyfriend is here to help me, i am your customer.” you clear up, hand squeezing rafes as you try to hold back your anger, knowing you can get just as fired up as him.

“sorry, just don’t see many young women being able to buy cars like these outright.” he says before quickly switching the subject, going through some of the specs of the vehicles. “and the cost on that one is $94,000.”

“wait a minute.” you rub your forehead, getting tired of this mans bullshit. “while i said money was no issue, that doesn’t mean that i’m going to let you get away with scamming me. that car is worth no more than 75.” “well, ma’am, there are various-” “no.” you shake your head. “i have done my research on these vehicles and i know that ever 75 is on the high end.” “let me double check my figures.” john swallows nervously, turning the screen so only he can see it as you send a look at rafe, seeing he’s struggling just as much as you not to reach across the desk and smack the misogynistic sales associate across the face.

“my apologies, i must have accidentally selected an additional maintenance package. it is $74,000.” john says.

“that sounds much more reasonable, but i will not be purchasing a car from someone who tries to scam me out of my money just because they think i’m a dumb girl. get me a different sales associate, now.” you command.

john scurries away from the desk, the stark opposite of the cockiness air that he had when you first arrived.

“jesus, you’re hot when you’re scary.” rafe says, looking you up and down as you smirk at your boyfriend, knowing while you’re usually sickly sweet, when a man irks you wrong, it brings out your full wrath.

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[vanillabeams]

nerdy armin prt2!!

christmas special!!!

warning: smut, pet names, sub men, mention of cum, cursing, teasing

surprise at the end!!

prt1

poor armin..buddy was skipping classes just to avoiding you and we all know how important his classes were to him. he was so embarrassed because he knew for fact that you knew he was getting off to your voice.

it’s been 2 days and you haven’t seen armin at all, he hasn’t answered any of your texts and your seriously getting worried because this isn’t like him at all,

it’s been 4 days now and you can’t lie you miss him a lot the way he can’t look you in the eyes properly..or the way he stares at you in class. you squeeze your thighs together releasing the energy that is slowly creeping up on you which made you realize you arrived at the mall to bring him a christmas gift as an excuse to come over to his house. you shop around the mall finding different things you think he would like making him a little basket.

you knock on his front door rethinking this whole plan but your worries gotten the best of you and now your here there’s no going back, armin opens the door shocked that your here “y-y/n??..what are you doing here?” his tall frame clouding over you and it doesn’t help with what he is wearing. he was wearing a black tank top with shorts that hang just above his knees with his black Yeezy slides and a Santa hat on the side of his head to top it off . he stretches his arm resting it on on the very top of the door

omg he is so fineee you can’t even squeeze your legs together right now cause your standing. “y/n?” you look back up at his face seeing him turn red because you were staring too hard and it was noticeable. “christmas gift duhh” you smile wide at him and he looks down at your glossed lips but quickly looks away embarrassed. “you should come in, i know it’s cold” he stretches the door wider for you.

“ im glad you finally let me inside im freezing!” you walked over to his island and place his gift down “ is this a fine place for me to put your gift here?” he turns around from the door to look over where u placed it “ yeah that’s fine, u can come sit on the couch i’ll get u a blanket i know u said u was cold” before u could tell him you weren’t gonna be here long he is already going upstairs to his room to grab one.

once he sees you sitting on his couch he takes in your outfit and it’s so cute to him. he hands you the blanket and sits next to you. but there is an awfully huge space between you guys because he is so nervous around you. you wrap the blanket around you and it smell just like him. “ armin why haven’t you been to school?” he face turns red reminding him of why he actually skipped school “ i-..i just needed a break. i guess” you could tell he was lying “ armin please don’t lie to me.”

u look at him waiting for a response and you don’t even get a answer, he only does this when he isn’t ready to talk about something so you change the subject and get up seeing his red face as u do so, walking over to his gift. once u grab his gift you sit directly next to him legs touching and everything “ look at what i got you” he grabs the gift out of what seem like the smallest hands ever.

“thank you, you didn’t have to do this” he looks at the basket and then looks at you for 1.2 seconds and looks somewhere else “armin!” his head snaps back at you startled by the way you voice rose up at him “ y-yes..? what’s wrong?” you cross your arms over your chest “ i deserve a response on why you left me on ghost” you watch as he bite his bottom lip “c’mon..you know why”

you start to grow an irritated with him “ armin if i knew why you went ghost on me i wouldn’t be here” you’ve never yelled at him before but he went ghost on you and tried to wipe it off “ last phone call we had..” he doesn’t finish his sentence and you instantly remember what happened “ so you were actually getting off to my voice..??” you can’t help but smirk at his reaction. he holds his face in his palms shaking his head yes you then start to graze the nape of his neck with your acrylics “ aw my voice turns you on min?”

“ i don’t wanna talk about it..” he mumbles in his hands embarrassed. you take a good look at his frame again and you realize that he is hard. you can see his bulge slowly rising so you take it upon yourself to get off the couch and squat right between his legs. he doesn’t realize your between his legs intill you place your hands on his thighs. he removes his hands off his face and looks down at you “y/n?” he then realizes his hard wood is literally poking up right in front of your face. “ i’m s-sorry..” is all the words that he manage to say.

you press your hand on to his bulge and he leans back into the couch biting down on his lower lip to hide back the whine that almost slipped from his lips. you start gently rubbing him thru his pants “ if you can’t hold eye contact i’ll stop.” he looks down at you “ please y/n..you know how hard it is for me to-..” a whine slips from his lips once you take his cock out his boxers and it nearly slaps your face. you use both hands to grip onto his girth just to get the feel of it “ does that feel good min?” he nods his head “ imma need words armin.” you start to kiss on his thighs teasing him “y-yes ma’am” his words makes your cunt flutter

you start kissing his tip as u look up at him seeing the teasing is making him go insane, he is squirming so much “ please..! y/n..” you watch him melt into his own couch “ please what love?” you could tell the names that you are calling him are really getting to him “p-please touch me..” he whines underneath his breath. you press your lips onto his cock swirling your tongue around his tip and slowly start sucking not even half his base before gagging. you use your hands to jerk off the rest you can’t fit into your mouth looking up at him to only see him covering his eyes with his forearm and biting his lip so hard to control his moans and whines.

you remove your lips off him pouting. he realizes you stopped and looked down “look at me and stop hiding your moans from me” his breaths are shaky and he swallow his saliva before speaking “ yes ma’am..” you smile up at him “ good boy” his dick twitches and you soon come to the realization that he likes being praised.

you slide your mouth back onto him now forcing half of him into your mouth going up and down on him faster and faster “f-fuck..! y-y/n” he continues to squirm but his squirming is worse now. his voice is so whiny and high pitch and when you look up making eye contact with him, he completely loses it because he knows he has to make eye contact with you because he is so close to coming. he loses it so bad the poor guys starts sobbing “ y/nnn..fuck! i’m cu-“ dude couldn’t even finish his sentence everything went white around him and next thing you know there’s cum all over your pretty face.

“merry Christmas!” was the last thing u said before he fell asleep

(here’s a visual on what he sounded like)

[strniohoeee]

Abscond

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Matt and Y/N had that cute innocent teenage love, but what happens when Y/N’s life is flipped upside down; and he’s the one that got away?🫂

Warnings⚠️: None….hope you enjoy this one tho…she cute or whateva🤭

Song for the imagine: The One That Got Away-Katy Perry

Never planned that one day

I’d be losing you

In another life

I would be your girl

“Is that the last box?” My mom asked me as I walked into the front door

“Yes finally, never realized how much stuff I had” I said walking up the stairs to my bedroom

“Well you were away for a good 5 years” she said laughing

“True, didn’t feel like I had so much stuff though” I said laughing

“I’ll let you unpack, and I’ll start some dinner” she said walking away

“Okay! I’ll be down in a few” I said walking up to my room

I stepped into my room placing the last box down….god this room needed some major upgrades. Can’t believe this is what my room looked like when I was 16…who did I think I was

I started to unpack some things, mainly my clothes and some trinkets.

“This room is such a disaster” I said looking around and laughing to myself. I can’t believe my mom left my room the same since I was 16….shes so weird.

I headed down to eat and chat with my mom after I cleaned up some more.

“Mom why’d you leave my room the same” I said laughing

“Well with your father getting full custody, and me knowing your father, and him not wanting you to come here, or me to go there I wanted to keep the memory of you from the last time I would see you” she said smiling

“Yeah dads a dick….Im so glad to be back home. I just missed Boston so much, Arizona is utter crap” I said laughing and drinking some water

“The east coast is better” she said laughing with me

“We have so much stuff to catch up on, and so many things to do” I said getting emotional

“I know. I can’t believe my babies 21 I can not drink with you” she said taking a sip of her wine

“Can’t wait for our drunk nights laughing and crying about random shit” I said

“Those are the best times” she said nodding her head

I had finished eating, and helped my mom clean up the kitchen

“Alright I’m going to head upstairs, and clean up some more, and unpack” I said kissing her on the cheek

“Okay baby, and if you need help let me know” she said drying her hands

“Will do” I said smiling at her before heading back upstairs

I got upstairs and started throwing all my stuff I didn’t want in trash bags for donation, putting more of my clothes away, and putting my new stuff out where my old things were.

I was pretty much done, and I decided to put my shoe container under my bed, I lifted up the skirt of the bed

“Oh god so much dust” I said making a grossed out face

I decided to get the broom and sweep underneath, I was sweeping when all of a sudden two Polaroids flew out from under my bed

“The fuck?” I said leaning down and picking them up, wiping the dust off of them

It was two Polaroids of Matt and I from when we were 16…. Holy shit…

My brows furrowed. When I moved to Arizona I swore I packed these, but I couldn’t find them after days of tearing my room apart

My dad never liked me talking about or speaking to boys, so I assumed he found them and threw them away. I held so much anger towards him for that….and the whole time they’ve been here.

I flipped them over and on the back of the left one it said

“Don’t forget about me I love you-Matt”, and on the right Polaroid it said “be us against the world, in another life I would make you stay”

All my memories started flooding back of Matt and I

Flashback

I was neighbors with the Sturniolos my whole life, but never spoke to the boys. I was always so scared, but one day when I was 13 my mom threw a party and invited them, the triplets and I immediately became friends.

We went to the same high school, and had most of the same classes together. They were the best things to have happened to me. By the time we were 16 I started to realize that I may have liked Matt, but was always so scared to tell him

One night I was just so fed up of never saying anything to him, so I got up and walked over to their house, texting Matt to meet me outside

“Hey Y/N are you alright?” He asked shutting the door behind him

“Yeah I’m good, I’ve just been thinking about some things” I said smiling at him

“Oh? Tell me” he said walking down the steps

“Walk with me?” I asked

“Yeah let’s go” he said following me

“So uh I’m not sure how to put this, and I’m not sure that you’ll feel the same way, but Matt I really like you” I said looking over at him

“Like, like me like me, or like me as a friend?” He said confused

“No Matt, like I like you. I have a huge crush on you” I said getting shy

“You do?” He said looking at me

“Matt YES” I said looking at him

“Y/N….I have the biggest crush on you too” he said smiling

“You do?” I asked confused

“Yes! Hasn't it been obvious?” He said

“No not really” I said laughing

“Well I do” he said pulling me in for a hug

From that moment Matt and I started dating, spending every second together. There was nothing but laughs, long conversations and overall innocent love you see in the movies.

“Hey Y/N, could I kiss you?” Matt asked me one night while we were watching a movie in my living room

“Yeah….ive never kissed anyone before though” I said getting nervous

“Me neither” he said also getting nervous

“Okay, so this could be a learning curve for us” I said laughing to break the awkwardness

“Uh yeah” he said getting shy

Matt had turned towards me, and leaned in kissing me first. It took me a few seconds to register what happened, and then finally I kissed back.

My stomach exploding with butterflies and fireworks…I never wanted to leave this moment. Matt had pulled away, and from that day on he couldn’t keep his lips off of me, but then again neither could I.

Everything was going good for 6 months, before my mom came home one day stressed and crying

“Mom? What’s going on” I said looking at her

“Baby….im so sorry” she said looking over at me and crying

“Mom what’s going on you’re scaring me” I said getting worried

“Y/N your dad won custody of you” she said looking down

“What? I’m 16. How does he magically get custody of me now?” I said getting upset

“I know baby trust me I tried to fight it, but he’s got a better rep than me” she said shaking her head

“What that’s not true! You’ve been here for me and where has he been? Gone nowhere to be seen…..I can’t believe this” I said shaking my head and letting out a sigh

“Trust me I know. I tried, but they don’t care they just look at his perfect record” she said wiping her eyes

“So what now?” I said scared of what she has to say next

“You have to go move with him” she said avoiding eye contact

“IN ARIZONA?? NO” I said raising my voice

“You don’t understand. We have no choice” she said

��This is so unfair. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to leave you, and my friends and I don’t want to leave Matt” I said starting to cry

“I know you don’t, and I’m so sorry that you have to do this, but there’s no other choice” she said shaking her head

“When do I leave?” I asked

“Two weeks” she said looking down

“TWO WEEKS! I don’t even get to finish the school year, or properly say bye to my friends and boyfriend” I said shrieking

“Y/N…..this hurts me too okay” she said

“I can’t believe dad…” I said rolling my eyes

I waited till the very last day to tell Matt and his brothers. I couldn’t spend two weeks with them knowing that we’re all hurting while we’re hanging out. So I much rather just tell them the night before I’m leaving. I can’t be here to see their pain

The night before I was leaving I texted Matt asking if I could come over, and he said yes. I walked over, and he let me in

“What’s going on?” He said noticing my demeanor

“I have to tell you and your brothers something” I said sniffling

“Okay yeah we’re in Chris room” he said

We went up to Chris room, and they all looked concerned

“What’s going on? You’re freaking us out” Chris said

“I’m moving…..to Arizona….with my dad” I said avoiding eye contact

“WHAT?” They all screamed

“Yeah I know, he won custody, and now I have no choice” I said crying

“This is bullshit” Matt said

“Trust me Matt I know” I said shaking my head

“When do you leave?” Nick asked

“Tomorrow morning…my flights at 5AM” i said

“What? And you didn’t bother to tell us sooner” Matt said

“I know okay. I just couldn’t sit here and see us all hurting, so I rather rip the bandaid off now, and not have to see the hurt in your eyes” I said wiping my tears

“I can’t believe this” Matt said

“Will you visit?” Nick asked

“I have no clue, my dads like a drill sergeant….he hates my mom, and he will probably hate me too. I’d be lucky if he lets me visit for the holidays” I said

“This is fucked” Chris said

“Very….” I said

“Well instead of being sad let’s try to make these next few hours memorable for you” Nick said smiling

That night we watched movies, and shows and laughed and ate snacks and took pictures and videos to always have one another

“Y/N let’s take Polaroids, so you’ll never forget me in Arizona” Matt said

“I could never forget you” I said looking at him

He pulled me in and snapped two Polaroids of us, writing on the back, and handing it to me

“I love you so much” he said pulling me in for a hug and kiss

“I love you too Matt” I said smiling at him

Later on that night I went back home and packed up the last of my things that I would be carrying with me. I thought I put the Polaroids in my bookbag, but what actually happened was I didn’t close the pocket, and they fell out when I put my bag on causing them to fall under my bed…..

It was 3:00am and my mom was in the car waiting for me. I looked at my room one last time

“I guess I’ll be back one day” I said shutting the light off and closing my door

I walked outside to see Matt and his family talking to my mom

“We’re going to miss you so much” Mary Lou said pulling me in for a hug

“I’m going to miss you guys too” I said sniffling

I hugged all of them, and waited to hug Matt last

“Matt I love you so much, and never forget about me” I said letting a tear slip

“I could never” he said letting a tear slip as well

I pulled him in for a hug, and kissed him

“I guess I’ll see you when I see you” I said to them

“Bye Y/N” they said

As I got in the front seat I waved

“Love yall” I said before getting in

My mom started to drive off as I stared into the side view mirror…..my whole life just gone down the drain….and now I have to start a new life in Arizona with my dad

We had gotten to the airport, and this was my first time flying alone, so I was nervous

“You’re going to be okay baby, I love you and let me know when you landed okay? Call me every single day please” She said letting tears fall

“Don’t cry mom” I said pulling her in for a hug

“How can I not? You’re leaving me” she said

“I’ll be okay, I’ll call you everyday and I love you too” I said before getting out the car

“Love you baby” she said and I shut the door walking to my new life

My dad was an absolute asshole. All we did was fight and yell and bicker. He never let me see my mom. I never went back to Boston, and at 17 when I graduated he put me in a private college. I could’ve left, but by that point I had so much fear in my heart because of him.

I had gotten two jobs so I could save and move out, and go back to Boston. I only did three years of college before dropping out. My dad was fuming, but I was 21, and I was ready to see my mother again

I hadn’t really kept up with the triplets because I didn’t want to endure that pain, but about a year ago I saw they were really famous on youtube. My tik tok page has become full of videos of these people I used to be so close with, and my ex Matt.

It was so crazy to see, but yet again we never spoke to each other for these 5 years.

Flashback Over

“God this is crazy” I said examining these Polaroids of us

I went downstairs to my mom

“Hey mom look what i found” I said shaking her the Polaroids

“Holy shit, you and Matt” she said looking at the pictures

“So crazy how fast 5 years can change everything” I said

“Man yall had such cute innocent love” she said smiling at the pictures

“Yeah I never talked to them again after i left” I said

“Yeah I know they’re mom always asked about you, you know they're super famous on social media now. They were just on tour last I spoke to their mom” my mom said

“Yeah I’ve seen it on my social media pages….its so crazy” I said

“You know Matt’s super cute now” she said winking at me

“Mommmm stop” I said laughing

“I’m just saying, you know You should see if they’re home I know that they live half in LA and half here because of their job” she said

“Mom I doubt they’d remember me or care because it’s been so long” I said rolling my eyes

“You act like you’ve been gone for 20 years, they will remember you” she said laughing

“I don’t know. I feel like we grew apart at this point, so would they really care to see me?” I said

“I’m sure Mary Lou always said they asked about you! Go on” she said shooing me

“Okay” I said giving up

I decided to walk over to the Sturniolos house, knocking and getting super nervous about who would open the door.

I heard walking, and suddenly the door was opening up

“Hi” I heard Mary Lou say as she opened the door

“Hi Mary” I said smiling at her, she looked at me a little confused before suddenly her eyes got wide

“Y/N??” She said shocked

“Yes!” I said smiling at her

“Oh my god! Look at you! You’re all grown up. My god it’s been so long” she said pulling me in for a hug

“I know…. 5 years and 6 days to be exact” I said pulling away from the hug

“Please come in” she said waving me in

We walked to the kitchen where I sat at the island

“Jimmy! Come look who’s here” she yelled

Suddenly Jimmy came in from upstairs

“Holy shit!” He said smiling at me and pulling me in for a hug

“When did you get back?” He asked

“About a few hours ago actually” I said

“Man the boys prayed every day you’d come and visit” he said

“Yeah I know….my dads not the nicest” I said shaking my head

“I figured it was him” Mary Lou said

“Are you back for good?” Jimmy asked

“Yes! I’m back for good” I said smiling

“Oh wait till the boys hear about this” she said

“It’s so insane how fast 5 years go by” Jimmy said

“I know I was saying the same thing earlier….i'm just so glad to be back home” I said

“We are too! Man this is amazing” Jimmy said

“I should call the boys” Mary said, I assumed she meant FaceTime, and that they were back in LA

“They’ll be so happy to see you” she said

I smiled at her, and right before she went to call one of them, the front door opened

I heard three deeps voices laughing and talking

“Oh well never mind they’re home” she said

“We’re in the kitchen” Jimmy yelled out

Chris walked in first with Nick behind him, and then Matt behind Nick

“What the fuck” Chris said looking at me as he stopped in his tracks

“Is this real life?” Nick said looking at me

“Y/N?” Matt said looking at me with a shocked expression

“Yeah” I said smiling at them

The End

Alright guys I hope you liked this one, and lmk your opinions and if I should make a part 2 TEHEHE🤭🤭 love yall so very much, and always thank you for the support and love 🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[that-one-weeb-but-it-transformer]

Your Optimus' Older sister, and he's always looked up to you even as a Prime headcannons

When Optimus was "born" you were still young, you could remember holding him

Basically you guys were inseparable since you were young

You helped him get through his schooling and a job at the archives actually

You were kinda like that embarssing mom, especially infront of Femmes you caught him glancing often

"Ooo is that your little-" "no! No! No!"

In an honest respect you both have each others back, you've been there for every big ceremony he's been apart of.

He told you about becoming a prime first

You were more than proud of him.

And even as a Prime he really still found you a roll model

Always looking up to you like he did when you were both younger, either it be in battle or in simply speaking.

Its unfortunate but you both broke apart with the wars final days

He to earth and you, well he didnt know exactly what had happened to you

He hadnt forgot about you, but pushed you to the back of his mind.

Maybe he hoped you'd find your way to him like all those times you did when he got lost as a youngling, telling him it'd be okay as he cried scared he had lost you forever

"I always come back. Don't I Orion?"

What a way to run back into each other, back on earth that is

Everyones shocked to be honest.

They had never known Optimus had a sister, none the less one so different from him.

Also. He showing a happy emotion? Its a good day

"Still light as ever I see!"

Not you picking him up in a hug, basically embarssing him.

The bots were glad to have another well rounded fighter

And Miko was just glad to meet another kick ass bot

"Optimus has a sister? And that sister is you?"

"Bam! Right on the dot! Me and ol Blue and Red here! Together again! Huh?"

Despite your outgoingness you do keep silent, they've realized Optimus started doing your little finger on the chin thing as you think

"I didn't think Femmes could be so tall."

"You're just mad because she's taller than you, Jackie."

Tall femme supremacy

"So! What did you do on Cybertron?" Miko asked happily.

"Do?" Y/n questioned hands on her hips, "what do you mean do?"

"I bet you were a Wrecker like Bulkhead and Wheeljack! Are you a prime?"

"Oh my occupation!" Y/n smiled as she thought, finger holding her chin in thought, "well i did a number of things, anything to get some energon on the table."

"I thought you and Orion lived in Iacon." Raffle spoke.

Y/n nodded, "We did. Didn't mean it was easy. I did do a number of things Im not proud of Anything for my little brother." Y/n answered with a smile.

"I was more than happy to ruin my own reputation and life to get him where he needed to be." Y/n spoke.

"Wow." Jack responded, "I'd wish I had siblings like you."

Y/n smiled with a nod, "never break up a set. I use to tell him that all the time."

Megatron? Terrified of you

Mostly because you've been able to kick his aft more than once in his life time

Picking up your injured brother

Protecting your injured brother

Taking the shot for your injured brother

Ratchet came out of base to even get Optimus immediate medical attention, but you snapped back and wouldn't let anyone touch him as you held him close

Ratchet knew you before hand so it was a bit helpful that he knew all the things you been through.

Arcee argues with you for it

"You could of gotten Optimus Killed!' She shouted at Y/n, pointing a demanding digit at Arcee.

"I know what Im doing. Back off!" Y/n demanded, "and don't point at me."

She slapped Arcee's servo away.

"You shouldn't even be here! You're a liability! You don't help in anyway and disrespectful Optimus!"

"Disrespect? I'd kill myself before I ever disrespected my little brother-"

"Thats just it! He's a leader not your little brother! Not no more! He thinks your embarrassing!"

"Oh please." Y/n spoke

"You're just dead weight-"

"Thats enough!" Ratchet demanded pulling the two apart.

"If Orion thinks Im such of a dead weight. He can tell me. And I'll leave." Y/n spoke, "and I won't come back."

"His name is Optimus." Arcee argued.

"And thats where you miss." Y/n defended, "This isnt just a discussion about war. This'll be a discuss about family."

You ended up leaving after dicussing it with Optimus

"But Y/n I don't understand why you are leaving"

You didnt tell him what had happen.

"It's just best for the team. If you need me, Im a comn link away."

It's almost like a big sister going off to college, but instead of coming back after 4 years, you won't come back at all

Kinda just fell off the face of the earth again :(

He never did comn you, and you never did come back.

He felt as if he's disappointed you in some way

That could be the only reason you left in such a way

Sure though, he'd find you again on the feild.

In a cave specifically, slumped against a wall, sword at your side, dead cons around you.

Sure, you did defeat all the cons, evident by the slashed chasis, decapitications, and sliced off body parts.

Turns out just one too many injuries got you this time around.

How his spark ached seeing you in such a stature

Never to see you alive again, never able to repay such a debt he had as you being his big sister

It's even more unfortunate that he never learns of why you truly left

[hms-no-fun]

so, (SPOILERS FOR FIONNA AND CAKE but its relevant to the question but im gonna put a bunch of line breaks just in case lol)

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so fionna and cake ended with fionna basically being like, you know, youre RIGHT god, if magic came back my wish would simply be twisted and it would suck, there will be no rule breaking miracles! I will now work as a struggling minimum wage employee in seattle and Be Happy about it. i sure am glad the threat of losing everyone i know and love set me straight!! sorry to send u this really random thing the ending just felt like such a slap in the face and i wanted to ask someone who knows that exact Seattle Struggle. this is absolutely me appealing to the Writing Gods to back me up that the ending wasnt very good lmao but if i have a direct line to the craftsgoat i simply must use it for something stupid at least once

FULL SERIES SPOILERS FOR FIONNA & CAKE AFTER THE BREAK!!!

i really disagree with your read on the ending. it didn't feel like "just struggle with seattle minimum wage forever and be happy about it" at all to me! the whole instigating incident was that fionna wanted to transform reality into something that she personally thought would be better, without taking into account the fact that other people exist and have internal lives just as complex as hers. she comes back to her original world to find marshall and gary holding hands, explains to them the magical adventure she's been on and the fact that their world is about to transform into something unrecognizably magical, and they receive this with abject horror! fionna doesn't know whether simon becoming ice king again will erase marhsall & gary's burgeoning relationship, which makes her realize that in her quest to escape the boring, oppressive reality of working odd jobs to make ends meet, she's only ever focused that energy on how to make things better for her.

i really want to dig into this because it's a key theme of the show. there is a destructive selfishness innate to the "heroes" of this universe, who feel entitled to the joyous empowerment of being able to defeat anyone and everyone they see in open combat. cake has a whole musical number about this! simon's arc in the last two episodes was betty grabbing him and shaking him until he finally asked himself, how would my life have been different if i'd just once let the woman i loved steer the ship for a while? and then of course we see the lich in a reality where he succeeded in eradicating all life, only to find himself desiccated and without purpose, begging the god of chaos for an answer it cannot give. brian david gilbert's ice prince seems perfectly put together and successful, until the reveal that he's outsourced his madness to someone who didn't accept the terms of the crown's curse. this didn't solve the fundamental problem, it just inverted the roles of its expression by making princess bubblegum into the mad candy queen. nothing about the status quo has changed, simon has simply given himself a more dignified role in it.

this is a story about what happens when people in struggle behave as though they are the protagonist of reality. when fionna says "this is the world i want to fight for" she's not fighting for the right to get another shitty minimum wage job. i think you've really missed something by accepting that conclusion when cake the cat is right there saying that her magical self IS the version of herself she wants to live as. being a normal house cat for her was, arguably, a form of body dysmorphia, and the show lets her keep that magic at the end! the thing is, their world IS changed by the events of the show! the status quo is altered!

like, what do we actually see everyone DOING when the credits approach? we see this entire disconnected community banding together to rebuild the city together, and we see a huge crowd of protesters outside marshall's mom's place demanding that she lower rents. we see people connecting with other people, including three outcasts from other universes escaping to this more boring one for their own safety. i loved this ending honestly, because it felt to me like an attempted refutation of the very idea that you can magically transform reality into something better overnight. if fionna'd gotten her original wish and made her world into, like, candy world, then... what? let's say they play it as like, at last people are freed from the shackles of capitalism and everyone just gets to be weird funky critters going on adventures or whatever. what would that, as art, actually say? what would that mean to us in the real world? if we're going into this cartoon looking for some kind of revolutionary energy (which IS present in the text, much to its credit), what actionable or symbolically resonant message are we supposed to take from a story that resolves its problems with magic? at that point, it ceases to be relevant as anything more than pure fantasy, because it has abandoned any connection to the material reality WE are trapped in.

i don't want to magically transform the world overnight. this whole show goes out of its way to explore how trying to transform the world overnight, in a world where such a thing is possible, is a really fucking bad idea for a whole host of reasons. regardless, such things aren't possible in our world. so going into the finale, my worry was that they WOULD turn fionna's world into another candy world and just say, ah, the revolution is when you think the right things so hard that the material plane bends to your will.

that's neoliberal thinking. that's like the essence of the failed leftist project of the "end of history" era from the 90s onwards, when marxism was systematically rooted out of academic cultural analysis and replaced with the delusion that if you can just get people thinking the right things, you can affect change in the world. well here we are, it's 2023 and all that magical thinking has got us is a world on fire and a civilization of human beings so thoroughly disempowered that they would literally rather pretend to be a tortured anime protagonist than exist in this boring, shitty, violent reality. you can't think your way out of oppression. raising labor consciousness is, at best, step one. you want to know why unions are winning big right now when they've been completely useless in this country for decades? it's because they've stopped giving a shit about optics they can't control and remembered that the boss's value does not exist without labor. you do not necessarily need marxism for this, marxism is simply the most accurate articulation of the fact that workers who make the things a capitalist sells can kneecap the capitalist by refusing to make the things they want to sell. change doesn't happen with the publishing of a book or whatever, it happens when enough people in real life press their material demands hard enough that someone in charge is left no choice but to listen.

so for me, fionna & cake ending the way it did was a huge relief, because it wasn't espousing magical thinking. the solution to fionna's ennui and economic anxiety was not to just get another job and be happy to live in the world as it was-- it was to create a sense of shared community and struggle, uniting the not-seattleites in their survival of a near-apocalypse and using it as a jumping off point for fundamentally transforming the state of that world as it exists. fionna had to realize that her problems are everyone's problems, and that making her life personally better at the expense of everyone else's agency is just an act of kicking the can of responsibility down the road indefinitely. no one who gets their wish in this show is happy to have gotten it, or avoids punishing others who didn't ask to be involved.

the "canonization" of fionna & cake felt like a reaction to the idea that we in our world are permanently isolated from the fictional realities we create where change seems to come so easy, and the powerlessness that can engender. instead this show is saying, okay, let's say we are in continuity with these fantastical realities. what do we actually DO with that? how do we make this world more fun, more interesting, more fulfilling for everyone to live in? the answer is the same as it's always been, and no other answer would ever feel satisfying: you do it by organizing the workers against the current arrangement of the state with the explicit goal of transforming it for the better.

what does simon do at the end when he gives fionna her world to her? he says that no one person should have that responsibility, that it's been in one person's hands for too long. so he gives it to her in the form of a dandelion, whose blown seeds merge with and become part of everyone trying to survive the scarab's attack. the idea here is that while no single person ever possesses the power to transform the world on their own, the world itself belongs to all of us, and it is within our power to transform it together. those who hoard power want us to believe that this is not the case precisely because the basis of their power is fraudulent and maintained through the violence of the state.

as someone who does live in seattle for better and worse, as much as i do wish i could make literally anything better right the fuck now by whatever means necessary... the fact is i can't. and it does no one any good to labor under the assumption that i or any other individual has that kind of absolute transformative power. the solutions are all right there, and they are simple, materialist propositions whose only difficulty lies in how successfully we've been propagandized to think that the individual is God, or at least speaks on His behalf. there's no thinking our way out of this pickle, and no one's gonna do the hard work for us.

as to the question of how you actually get people in real life to get together and do all that hard work... well, personally i think it's unfair to ask a 10 episode cartoon show to give you any kind of actionable advice on that front. i might even go so far as to say that such an expectation is an expression of the very same magical thinking which the show tries to push back against! in any case i liked it quite a lot and i hope this rambling answer encourages you to revisit the show and reconsider some of your takeaways

[b1mbodoll]

omg!!!!! the seeun + yunjin dranble ^○^ mind is so empty they were so perfect <3 thank you for writing them u literally r so insanely talented (and so so cool i am such a big fan! read: kiss me on the mouth) 😵‍💫 also omg the ghostface thoughts????? so insane i actually started loosing my mind ^^

just imagine ghostface!siblings jakehoon who have been watching you, their adorable little neighbor from their window when you dress yourself and strip at night (￣^￣)ゞ n when they get the idea to get in your pants finally, they cant stop calling you and telling you to touch yourself over the phone with your room lights on so they can see and hear you :( and later when they decide to sneak in your house (while your parents are there!!!!!!!) and fuck u silly in your childhood bed saying it would be such a shame not to make you a mommy 🎀🎀🎀 n telling you how cute u would look with cum all over u! and all u can do is take it while you beg them to stop (but your body is saying something different!!!)

love 🎀 anonie!

pairings: jake sim + park sunghoon x f! reader

warnings: noncon + stalking + voyeurism + ghostface! stepbrothers! jakehoon + neighbor! reader + exhibitionism + pregnancy + virgin! reader + manipulation + gaslighting + oral + mention of hymen breaking + dacryphilia + lactation + objectification

💌: im soso glad u liked them <3 i literally Have to smooch u bc u r just the sweetest ever n ur lil msgs make me smile sm bc i nvr thought my silly lil writing was good enough to deserve ur kind words??? we r bffs now i hope u know this

stepbros! jakehoon being so sick n depraved they get off on scaring you into putting on a lil show for them. tell you to keep ur blinds open n lamp on while you touch yourself for them <3 tell u that if you dont put ur phone up to ur cunt so they can hear, that theyre gonna break in n touch your pussy themselves. ghostface! jake is the sweeter of the two, calls you pretty while ur knuckles deep in your cunt n tells you that ur bein’ such a good girl, promises to reward you when they get the courage to break in. ghostface! hoon is a fucking sadist. his dick hardens at the mere thought of pushing past your hymen n breaking it, wonders if you’ll cry from the pain or not even bother wasting ur tears bc you know worse things r coming.

they follow you around while ur running errands and then later that night, call you up n explain in great detail how you looked n what you did today ^^ hoon can’t help it n starts calling you all sorts of mean names bc how could you not realize they were following you? “you’re nothing but a dumb fucking bimbo made for us to toy with, understand? can’t believe you’re so clueless you didn’t see us,” he taunts, “or did you? maybe you saw us ‘nd didnt say a word cus you want us just as bad as we want you, yeah?” you shake your head at his words, phone almost slipping from your grasp while he continues to mock you. “no! i didn’t see you ‘nd i don’t want this please jus’ leave me alone!” you’re so frustrated. for weeks they’ve been insisting you’re a freak that wants to get dicked down by ur stalkers and you’re starting to believe it.

jake and sunghoon break into your house sometimes when ur in the shower. they lay in your bed and jerk their cocks together, cum making a mess of your pillows. steal some dirty panties too bc they r so desperate for your pussy n when they get back to their house the boys sniff ur panties like dogs ^^

they stop calling for a couple of weeks n let you think ur finally free from their torment, but when you find yourself impaled on sunghoon’s cock as jake slaps his dick on ur cheeks before sliding down your throat, you start sobbing bc how could you be so stupid as to think they’d seriously leave you alone? you belong to them whether you know it or not and they show you. make you suck them off at the same time n the brothers do their best to cover ur entire face with cum <3 wna make you completely unrecognizable by painting ur face with it n it makes you clench ur thighs bc the fact that they wna keep u for themselves must mean they’re in love with you.

the first time sunghoon fucks your pussy he instantly becomes obsessed. shoots his load deep inside when your hymen breaks bc the feeling made you cum first, pussy leaving a ring of cum n blood around his thick cock. the two of them are infatuated with your pussy ‘nd fill you up with load after load of cum even if your parents are home. jake’s fixation on your innocence is so sick, makes you cuddle one of ur childhood plushies as his dick rearranges your insides <3 likes when you bite them to keep quiet too

ghostface! jakehoon r also into the idea of getting u pregnant. tell you theyre gonna ruin your “mommycunt” n milk your tits like a cow bc ur nothing more than a breeding bitch to them

[heartsfromia]

you're all that matters — h. joshua

pairing: non-idol! joshua x introvert! reader

word count: 2,699

genre: fluff, romance, established relationship

warnings: reader gets insecure over seeing who joshua's ex is, and there is a kiss <3

author's notes: why do i make so much fluff when im single 😥

"Do you want to come over tonight?" You asked, looking towards your boyfriend, Joshua, who was in the driver's seat, the two of you on your way to find lunch. He glances over at you before looking back to the road. "I found a recipe for strawberry shortcake, and I want to try it out tonight."

He smiled fondly, glancing towards you. "That sounds tempting, but I can't tonight. I have my high school reunion tonight."

Your smile dropped, before realization dawned onto you and you slap your forehead. "Oh yeah! You told me about it."

He nodded. "Yeah, I already agreed to go a week ago. Maybe tomorrow?" Your smile returned, and you nodded, agreeing to his suggestion.

Since you didn't want to be alone tonight, you invited your co-worker, Chaeyoung, over to your apartment, under the guise of discussion for a presentation the three of you have to prepare for next week's meeting.

"Where's Nayeon, I thought she'd come as well?" Chaeyoung asked, and you shrugged, standing to stretch out of your slouched position.

"She said she'll be on her way after she's done with Mr. Yoo's report," you told her. Chaeyoung only nodded in understanding, before rolling over to her back and unlocking her phone, her fingers opening her Instagram to mindlessly scroll before she continues work.

A knock sounds from your door. "That must be Nayeon." Pulling open your door, Nayeon stood outside, dark circles surrounding her eyes, indicating exhaustion from the task she had to complete. "Hello."

She only hummed in response, dragging her feet towards your bed and flopping face first.

"Do you guys want to order—"

"Holy shit!" You were cut off by Chaeyoung cursing, Nayeon rising from her position, the two of you staring at the younger one with wide, concerned eyes.

"What?!"

Chaeyoung looks between you and her phone, her mouth wide open at risk of catching flies. "Why is your boyfriend with Jisoo Kim?" Your eyes practically bulged out of your eyes when she turned her phone towards you. You rushed forward, your nose almost touching her screen when you saw what she was showing. There Joshua was besides Jisoo Kim, top model who had the opportunity to walk in the Paris Fashion Week, representing Dior. You knew of her and her high reputation, all of which caused your mouth to drop to the floor.

Glad to see you again after all these years! was the caption to the Instagram story.

"Oh my God."

"Oh yeah, we went to high school with her," Nayeon states nonchalantly, unfazed by the image. "What are they doing there?"

Your brows furrowed, you vaguely remember Nayeon and Joshua attending the same high school, that's how she introduced him to you. "Joshua said he was going to a high school reunion tonight."

Her tired expression changed to that of surprise, then realization. "Oh my God, that was tonight?"

You nodded. "Are you not going?"

Nayeon paused for a moment, looking to Chaeyoung's phone where her Instagram feed was opened now, then shook her head. "Nah, they can survive without me and I'm too tired to get pampered up."

You only nodded, half-listening as you grabbed your own phone and searched up Jisoo's account, tapping on to her stories and held your thumb against the screen. You've never heard Joshua, during your almost two-year relationship, mention knowing her, let alone, having spent his high school with her.

There was a lingering feeling of jealousy rising up your throat as you look towards Nayeon, hoping she'd share any information. "Are… are they close?"

Nayeon finally sat up, her brows knitted together as she stared at you. "Did Joshua not tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Jisoo and him," she began, and you shook her head, only for your throat to tighten when hearing the sentence that left her lips. "They were high school sweethearts."

What?

Upon seeing your shocked expression, her hands flew to her mouth, eyes wide. "Did he really not ever tell you?"

"Well…" So, you explained to them. Joshua and you never shared anything about your past relationships because, well, they were in the past and you both agreed to have them stay that way. There were times you wanted to bring it up, but decided against it, not wanting to have to reminisce the memories of other people that clearly do not matter to you both now.

So, no, Joshua never told you that he had dated the Jisoo Kim.

"How long did they date?" If you weren't going to get information out of Joshua, might as well get them out the mutual friend that had witnessed the relationship.

Nayeon shook her head, looking at you in disapproval. "No, I'm not going to tell you anything, it's better if you ask from Joshua himself, Y/N." You pouted, staring at her with puppy-eyes in hopes she'll give in, but she was stern and only pushed your face away with a push of her finger on your forehead.

You frowned, rubbing where she pressed on. Joshua said that if the event finishes quick, he might be able to come over, but you told him you'll have friends over, hoping to meet tomorrow.

However, when both Chaeyoung and Nayeon left you alone, you found yourself scrolling Google, 'Jisoo Kim' written in the search bar as the light illuminated your face in the darkness of your room. With your blanket pulled up until your chin, you scrolled and entered the rabbit hole of 'Jisoo Kim'. The one of the top models of East Asian decent to be both a Brand Ambassador and official model for the luxurious French brand, Dior.

You watched her interviews, her runway walks, scrolled through her social media and even went as far as finding out her net worth, her various properties and assets.

You didn't want to feel it, but you grew dangerously envious of her. Not in a way that you'd bring her down, outwardly voice how inferior she made you feel, but you felt jealous of her. Everything she is, everything she has, they were all things you'd wish and hoped for when you were a kid.

And to know that your lover, was hers at a point in his life, you felt small.

Shua 🤍 Heyy Y/N It just ended, are you asleep? I'm guessing you are hahahaa Good night then, love 🤍

Tears stung at your eyes when seeing his text, your fingers hovering over the reply button but decided against it and locked your phone, tossed it to the side and tried to fall asleep.

There was no need for you to question Joshua's love for you, but why did the thought that, maybe, he'd be better off with someone like Jisoo, rather than with you, a mere corporate employee that can't offer him more than what your monthly salary allows?

Joshua frowned upon seeing his text sent to you still left unanswered the next morning. He opened and closed your shared chatroom, waiting for the bubble that you were typing to pop up but it was to no avail. He still needed to make sure you were up to meet later today for you to try the strawberry shortcake recipe.

He dialed your phone number, waiting three rings before you finally picked up, a groggy 'hello?' indicating that you must have just woken up. With furrowed brows, he glanced quickly at the time; 11:02 AM. It was unlike you to wake up this late, even if it was a Sunday.

"Good morning, love, did I wake you up?" He asked, pressing his phone between his shoulder and ear as he sliced an apple to snack on.

"No, I already woke up, just didn't bother opening my eyes, yet," you answered, a weak chuckle escaping your lips.

"Ah, alright," he uttered, taking a bite of the apple slice. "So, are we still up for today? You said you wanted to try a recipe?"

"Yeah, uhm, is it okay if we do it some other time?" you asked, and his brows pulled together. "It's just that tomorrow there's a meeting, and I'm supposed to present something, so today, Chaeyoung and Nayeon are coming over again so we can work on it."

It was a lie.

Yes, you had a meeting tomorrow, but your material was dealt with last night when your co-workers came over. You just didn't want to meet Joshua yet, not with the lingering feeling inferiority still present in you.

"Oh, I understand, Y/N." And that was that. You expressed your gratitude for his understanding, and once the call ended, instead of preparing for the meeting tomorrow, you let yourself drown in your self-pity, in the darkness of your room, alone.

Shua 🤍 Good morning, love Good luck for your presentation today, you'll do great!

Every twenty minutes, Joshua would glance at his phone, awaiting for your name to pop up on his screen. Fortunately for him, Monday was filled with back-to-back meetings in his firm, and for a moment, he didn't have to focus on the obvious fact that you were avoiding him.

It was only when he woke up the next morning, did he realize you hadn't texted him back, nor read the message he sent.

This was definitely unlike you. You weren't the type to leave a chat unreplied. Even when you barely had the chance to hold your phone to give a comprehensive sentence, you'd send at least an emoji, to make sure he knew you still had access to your phone.

Shua 🤍 Y/N? Are you okay? You haven't responded to my text yesterday

You glanced at the phone by your keyboard, sighing deeply as you let your head hang low. You were a mess. Everyone in your office could tell something was wrong, but none of which had asked. Nayeon, though, knew, but he chose to not meddle into your affairs with your boyfriend.

You didn't expect the insecurity and inferiority to last thing long and impact your relationship with Joshua. You always wanted to believe that no matter what happens, you'd always be confident he loves you, and only you.

No wonder the two of you agreed to not talk about your past relationships.

Hours after Joshua had sent the text, and you still hadn't found the courage to reply, assure you were fine, because you couldn't lie—you didn't want to have to resort to lying to your boyfriend, especially over something like this.

Upon reaching your apartment, you froze when you stepped out of the elevator, finding a familiar figure sitting on the floor by your door, dressed in a suit. Joshua's eyes were focused on his phone, a briefcase beside him before he pulled at the knot of his tie, loosening it from around his neck. His outfit indicated that right after he clocked out of work, your apartment was his direct destination.

You were a bit surprised he went as far as waiting for you outside of his apartment, but then again, you did ghost him.

With slow steps, you approached your door and Joshua turned at the sound of your shoes, sending you a warm, yet forced smile your way. You mirrored it. "Hey," you greeted softly. "How long were you waiting?"

"Around twenty minutes," he responded, and you meekly nodded, unlocking your door and stepped aside so he entered first. Once the door was closed, you pressed your back against the wood, watching as Joshua placed his briefcase on your coffee table then turned to you.

You missed him. For the past few days, without seeing him and letting yourself drown in self-pity, you truly missed him.

"You're not okay, Y/N, but because you aren't talking to me about it, I don't know how I'm supposed to help you," he pointed out, stripping you down to the core. You felt naked, despite being fully clothed. That was a disadvantage to dating someone like Joshua, who was patient, yet observant. Considering the time you spent together, he could see through you like clear glass.

He reached forward, taking your hands into his, as he slouched a bit so you made eye contact with him. "Did I do something wrong, love?"

You shook your head, still reluctant to fess up to your overthinking, and despite Joshua being an incredibly patient person, he, too, had his limits. With a heavy sigh, he released your hand and sat by the kitchen, hoping the physical space would be enough to let you think for a bit.

You looked up, tears stinging at your eyes when the cold air brushed past the skin of your hands, where Joshua's warmth had just enveloped. "It's stupid, Josh, I don't know why I let it eat me up the way it did."

"What is it, Y/N?" His tone wasn't harsh, he never raised his voice at you, but it sounded desperate.

"You know how we agreed to not talk about our past? Relationships included?" You began, and that was all he needed to put two and two together, to understand why you've been distant.

He sighed, shaking his head before looking at you, "Is this about Jisoo? I'm guessing Nayeon told you about it?"

"Well, I tried to get her to tell me," you stated, avoiding his eyes as you began to feel embarrassed, "but she didn't want to tell me anything, wanting me to know from you."

"Oh good," he sighed in relief. Reaching out, he pulled you over to him so you sat in the chair beside him, the two of facing each other, hands intertwined in the space between you. "The reason why I don't want us to talk about our past relationships is because of their state, their in the past, Y/N."

You stayed silent, only listening as he explained.

"Yes, Jisoo and I dated in high school, but that's that, nothing more or less than a high school relationship." You looked down, feeling ashamed that you let your thoughts get the best of you. He reached out, lifting your chin with his forefinger, wanting to look into your eyes. "What is it that had been bothering you, Y/N? Talk to me."

"I don't know," you gave in, slouching with an exasperated sigh. "When Nayeon said you guys dated, I got… jealous, and insecure because, I mean, have you seen her?" He couldn't help but chuckle at your antics; your eyes wide in exaggeration, as if Jisoo was a Goddess that descended the Earth.

"She is beautiful, and successful, and did you know she has a mansion in Beverly Hills?" Again, your eyes were so wide, they could pop out of your head. Your exaggerated expression shifted to that of despair, your bottom lip jutted out slightly as you swung your intertwined hands between the two of you.

"I bet if you were still with her, you could live in that mansion."

Joshua couldn't help the laughter that bubbled from his chest. Shaking his head, he removed his hands from yours, placing them against your cheeks. "I wouldn't exchange our relatioship for anything—I love you, and only you. You're all that matters to me."

With your lips slightly pouted, you then asked, "Even if that means we live in a cabin in the woods?"

He scrunched his nose, smiling endearingly at you with a nod. "I'd rather live in the woods with you than in a mansion with someone i barely know."

You smiled, or tried to, as your cheeks were still slightly squished between Joshua's hands. His eyes turned into crescents as he leaned, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

"Talk to me when you worry about these things, Y/N," he pleaded, brows furrowed in worry, "when you disappear like that, I stress a lot."

"Pfft, the Joshua Hong can get stressed?" You joked, causing him to gently flick your forehead.

With a heavy sigh, he stood up from his chair, placing his hands on his wait. "Well, now that I'm here, how about that strawberry shortcake?"

You threw your head back in laughter, nodding. "But don't hog all the whipped cream like you did last time."

His lips pressed against your cheek, then whispered, "No promises."

[inamagicalhallucination]

for dazai’s birthday all imma say is that if his friends gathered together to show their appreciation + love his pathetic little ass would NOT be able to handle it and he would probably be overwhelmed and potentially pass out or something similar

ada: happy bday dazai; we’re glad we got another year with you :)

dazai, overwhelmed: *incoherent screeching*

or perhaps

kunikida: i got u this book on the topic u were talking about a while back

dazai, who didn’t realize that kunikida paid attention when he was rambling: FAJELDKJFADLKFJJFLAKJFASJFASJFAAJSLFUFJDKFJAFJ48URFJKJGAFH

kunikida: how r u making that noise

/

ranpo: since ur almost as smart as me i got u this- oh he passed out

the agency: maybe we should not give him all our wishes and gifts together

/

they end up spacing it out 

/

atsushi: dazai-san im really happy that i got to make so many memories with you :) i hope we get to make even more 

dazai, teary eyed and clearly swaying on his feet, barely able to handle the day, much less atsushi’s words, but still trying to be cool: that only effects me a normal amount

//

you get the point -- it plays out like this for every member 

dazai being flabbergasted that he’s love so much

if ur wondering where’s chuuya and ango --- dazai comes home to a present from both and goes “not today satan” and shoves them somewhere he cant see to finally calm down

[asterias-record-shop]

hey!! i was wondering if you write for barry allen, if you do, i would like some angst maybe? only if you are up to it ofc! thank you in advance and i’m loving you finnick series <3 hope you are okay

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no anon my love, I am not okay after this ❤️ jk jk, im good! finals are coming up, and im glad you’re loving the Finnick series! sorry this took a little long, I needed to come up with some issues that weren’t cheating (I will never write cheating), also, I hope you enjoy the headcannons, im not very good at doing angst on purpose-

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“Neither of us want this to happen, but it has to and you know that.”

— Barry would say this when he wants to die for the greater good and you don’t want him to because it’s fucking stupid.

“You can’t do this, Barry! You’re not dying!”

Barry sighs. “You know that’s not how it works, honey.”

“You said that this happens because of us, right? I’ll do it, I’ll die. That work?” You stand from your chair.

“No, you have nothing to do with it, that’s the problem!” He pressed his hands into his face. “You don’t have anything to do with it, so I can’t keep you safe and I-”

“And what does it have to do with you, Barry? You don’t have to die because you can’t stop it!” You slammed your hands into the table before he groaned loudly and pressed his face into his jands.

“That’s the problem, Y/N! I do have to! I’m not fast enough so I can’t stop it-”

“But why do you have to die?!” You screamed at him. “Why you? Why can’t someone else die?!”

“Because I’m not going to let them!”

“And I’m not going to let you!” You walk around the table, quickly walking toward him. “You’re not going to die, I’m not going to let you.”

He tries to run before you put out your hand, a spark of cold running down his spine. “Y/N, don’t-”

Your ability to freeze time was going to prove useful now. “I don’t care about anyone else, Barry, I’m not going to let you die for people you don’t even know.”

His fingers flinch. “Don’t do this. Please don’t do this.”

“Well I’m not going to let you, am I?”

“We can start over, I’ll do anything you want me to, everything will be perfect - I swear. Just please… please don’t leave me.”

— Barry would say this after fucking up really bad, after he distanced himself so much he didn’t even realize that you left him.

mentions of pregnant wife, divorce, ‘we’re not getting back together’

It was the end of the world, how could he pay attention to something like a relationship? The world could end any minute, and he needed to stop it, to protect you. He hadn’t come home for the past month, spending every night at the lab or the police department.

His phone was charged but he never looked at it, there was no point. As much as he wanted to talk to you, he couldn’t, not like this.

“Barry, you need to leave,” Joe had finally said after Barry fell asleep and drooled all over the table. “Now.”

“I can’t, I can’t. Have you spoken to Y/N, I need some of her DNA to run some tests on the proton… proton, what is it?” He whispers, already forgetting the second part of the word before Joe pauses.

“You… how long has it been since you’ve spoken to Y/N? You haven’t been home in a month, Barry.” Joe says, the younger man shaking his head.

“That’s not the point, where’s Y/N? Can you call her please, she’s not picking up my calls.” Barry goes to the board, grabbing a marker before Joe caught his arm.

“You need to go home, Barry. Now.”

So he did. Reluctantly, he did. He went home, to the small house you and Barry had bought a few years ago away from the city so that you both can just stay away from all the issues going on. He was surprised when he didn’t see your car in the driveway, but when he got to the door he saw how much mail had stacked up.

His brow furrows as he slowly grabbed it, everything with his name and not yours. It doesn’t concern him as much as it should’ve, slowly opening the door. He doesn’t hear Gnocchi’s nails scratching against the floor, the large German shepherd that always ran to him when he got home absent from his usual greeting. He doesn’t hear you singing in the kitchen, making dinner like you always did after you slipped off your wedding ring so it wouldn’t get dirty.

Instead, the house is clean, and the air is stale. He doesn’t see your coat on the rack or Gnocchi’s bed near the back door, the panic finally setting in.

“Y/N? Y/N!” He ran up the stairs to your room, the bed made and obviously not slept in for a while. He ran into the closet, your racks empty and his clothes neatly folded or hung on hangers.

He goes to the restroom next, all of your makeup and skincare gone, and everything in the shower you had spent hundreds on to make sure your body was taken care of gone too. He couldn’t help himself, his breathing getting quicker as he ran downstairs to the kitchen, a glint catching his eye.

He ran toward it, your wedding ring and engagement ring settled over an envelope. He ran toward it, quickly taking the envelop before seeing divorce papers underneath it.

You weren’t a lawyer for nothing.

He quickly pulled out his phone, dialing your number just to be greeted by your mailbox saying, “Hi! This is Y/N L/N, if you’re calling for business interactions, my business number is…”

He knew your business number by memory, but your name? Your maiden name, L/N? It’s been Allen for the past four years.

Quickly, he typed in your work phone number, immediately getting the response, “Hi! This is Y/N L/N, this phone number is only functioning during the times…”

With that, he called Iris. “Iris? Iris, where is Y/N-”

“Well it’s about time you went home,” Iris finally says, sighing. “It took you what, two months?”

Two months? You’ve left him for two months and he didn’t even know it?

“Where is she?!” He couldn’t help the rise of his voice, a shaky exhale falling from his mouth. “Please, Iris… please.”

She inhaled. “I can’t… I can’t.”

“I will run around this whole city if you don’t tell me where she is.”

There wasn’t a point of hiding, not whenever your husband could quickly find you just by running over the city, and he could certainly find where you went in a second. And while making yourself tea before bed, you knew it.

“I hope you brought those papers signed,” you say loudly, stirring in the sugar. “Want this done as quickly as possible.”

You gasped when you turned around, a disheveled Barry standing in front of you. There was dark bags under his eyes, his hair going every which way and his honey glazed eyes were now gold. “Please don’t do this.”

You inhale deeply, shaking your head. You knew that if he came like this to you, you wouldn’t be able to say no. You wouldn’t be able to stand your ground, you would go back to a life where he would ignore you for days on end and would put you in harms way over and over again. You could protect yourself yes, especially with your powers, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t do it, not this time.

Your relationship wasn’t like this at first, he was your next door neighbor and you both were basically bound from the start. He would never ignore you or put you in harms way, but things change. He changed, just like you did. And you’ve gone back to him before, but this time, you couldn’t. This time, it was different.

“I’ve been gone for two months, Barry. And you didn’t even notice!” Your voice gets louder, and you could feel your heart rate spike before you inhaled quickly, trying to calm yourself.

This isn’t good, stress isn’t good.

“I know, and I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry,” he tried to step forward, but something stops him making him look down, a gasp falling from his lips. “No.”

You inhaled, holding back tears as you set down your mug and cover your mouth. “It was supposed to be a surprise,” you whisper, sniffling. “I wanted… I was planning it so cute with signs a-and a party, but you never came home.”

He looks up at you, his eyes watering. “I-It’s mine?”

Oh you couldn’t have been more pissed. You shoved him, his hands quickly attempting to grab your wrist. “Fuck you, Barry! Fuck you!”

He shakes his head immediately. “That’s not what I meant, Y/N, I’m sorry-”

“Oh no? What did you mean, Barry, what the fuck did you mean?!” You screamed at him, slamming your fists against his chest. “It takes four to six weeks to show positive on a test, twelve to sixteen weeks to start showing, you bastard! Do you really think I’d be fooling around? I have been nothing but loyal to you for my whole life, you asshole!”

He quickly grabs your wrists, shaking his head. “No, baby, don’t do that. Don’t do this, don’t , please don’t.”

You inhale sharply, quickly pulling your hands away from him. You weren’t even hitting him hard, but that was no excuse. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” you whisper, inhaling shakily. “I’m so so sorry.”

“No, honey, I’m sorry,” he says quickly, pulling your hands to his shoulders. “I’m so sorry, honey, I deserve that. I deserve everything, honey, but I’m so sorry. Don’t do this to me, please don’t do this to me. We can start over, I’ll do anything you want me to, everything will be perfect - I swear. Just please… please don’t leave me.”

You shake your head. “No. No, I can’t do that. I can’t.”

“No! No, Y/N, please, please. Please, I need you, I need you, don’t leave me,” he was begging, whining as he shook his head. “Please don’t leave me.”

“I can’t stay with you, Barry. I can’t, I don’t want to,” you say, even if you were lying. You wanted nothing more than to just go home with him, let him touch you and do anything you asked but you couldn’t. Not after everything he’d done to you, all the pain he made you feel. “I can’t do that. Maybe… maybe later in life, but I can’t. Not now.”

“Don’t divorce me, baby, don’t leave me! Please, please don’t go, I can’t… I can’t lose you, I can’t lose you too,” he kneeled down, crumbling to his knees as he kissed your stomach. “I can’t lose either of you.”

“They’re twins,” you say softly. “Twins. That’s why I’m showing so much.”

Oh Barry could’ve broken down then and there before you grabbed his cheek.

“Barry, I can’t. Not today. Maybe later, but certainly not today.”

**sorry for the slightly abrupt cutoff, I have a major migraine rn 😅 hope you enjoyed anon!

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hello satanic!!

i hope youve been doing well, ive been following you for some time now and your audios are just so sweet. they really bring up my mood whenever im feeling down, especially with how busy my lifes become, hahah.

if you can find the time, can i please request an audio of wally cuddling with a listener that starts purring in the middle of it? maybe theyve had a long day of doing chores together, and they huddle up to take a nap somewhere, and wallys companion just starts purring cuz of how comfy the whole thing is!

if youre unable to take my request, i understand! ill enjoy your creations nonetheless, and please make sure to take care of yourself! drink some water, take a break if you need it.

again, thanks a bunch for making such lovely content!! its so nice seeing you so passionate with your craft. take care now!!!!

- 🌟🦇 anon

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Subtitles, wally speaking: Oh! Sweetheart, there you are! Goodness.. Where have you been all day?? I was starting to get a bit worried! [pause] oh?? My goodness.. That sounds like a lot of work! Oh you look very stressed... Come here, come here.. Let me hold you for a bit! Come on! [pause] there we go.. Deep breaths... You've done so so well, and I'm so proud of you... You can relax, no-one needs anything from you right now... No-one needs anything... It's okay... [listener begins purring] oh?? Goodness! Well that's new.. I didn't know you could purr! That's extremely adorable.. Hahah! You've done so well.. You can finally take a break... Oh you are just so cute..! Say.. Would you mind if I kissed you?? [pause] thank you darling.. [little kiss] there we go.. Im glad you're feeling better, I'm so proud of you...

[allhappyandgay]

Did El spy on Mike and Will in the van?

I know people theorize that El spied on mike and will while they were separated and that she overhears them all the time, but I haven’t seen a ton of actual reasoning other than her having the power to do so. this might actually tie that theory together! it’s still just a theory, but I think I’ve put together how El knows about mike and will and that it will be a big part of how byler comes to be in s5.

while watching some analysis on the scene where El is drawing the stick figures on the window (possibly showing that she is aware or has thought about mike and wills feelings for each other), it got me thinking.

so.

at the surfer boy pizza when El and mike are joking at the table, El suddenly changes the tone of the conversation. she takes mike’s hands almost like she’s bracing him—this is going to be a difficult conversation. she begins with

“I missed you.”

now if you remember this scene you know she wasn’t just saying “I missed you so much mike! Im so glad we’re together again!” she said it as a serious statement, like she was leading to something else before mike started talking.

what if she was going to say that she missed mike while she was at NINA, so she went into her mindscape void place to see if they were okay and while she was checking on them she spied on mike and will in the van? (I can’t think of any other scenes that would give her any ideas so we’ll go with the van/painting scene)

my overarching reason for this is the way El acts around mike after they reunite.

first off, they don’t kiss.

I think there are multiple reasons they don’t kiss but to stay on topic I think El has already broken them up in her head.

aside from their relationship status being mostly undetermined at this point, maybe another reason she didn’t kiss him and instead had almost the exact same reunion with will is because she had already entertained, or even accepted, the idea of mike and will having feelings for each other after having already spied on them.

this way, El knows the real reason mike doesn’t love her, which is why she isn’t upset at him anymore (until after the monologue). I will come back to this later.

El looks at mike a certain way at the pizza place (the only alone time they have between reuniting and mikes monologue), almost like she’s seeing him in a new light, with a loving, compassionate look on her face. this leads right into the ‘almost break-up’ as people like to call it.

she already had the idea of mike and will in her head before she decided to confront mike about it, hence the stick figure drawing on the window. that was her telling us that she knew, before she was going to tell mike as well.

notice how she approached the conversation with such an empathetic and caring demeanor in contrast to her ignoring him and will after the monologue. this is because she was going to confront him about whatever she saw between him and will in the van, have a mutual break up, and become closer platonically.

and this is exactly why she starts with “I missed you”, she’s giving him some background—as she knows mike hates being spied on—before dropping the ‘I know what you are’ bomb on him.

but that didn’t happen, did it?

instead, mike seemingly begins taking it in the opposite direction (from El’s perspective) and the moment builds up for him to finally tell her he loves her.

of course this is right before argyle slams pizza in between them (god damn fucking interruption trope) so we really don’t know whether mike was going to confess his love or, too, suggest they break up. either way I do believe El expected he was going to say I love you which still helps my case, because, well, look at her face!!

yes this is her realizing what mike is about to say. doesn’t look too pleased does she? she looks apprehensive, and almost scared. she no longer wants mike to tell her he loves her.

then BAM! in comes argyle with the pineapple pizza. this brings me to my next point:

argyle and el have an understanding.

this genius analysis by @dinitride-art suggests argyle and El both have the same idea about mike and will. I highly suggest reading it because it goes in depth about the lighting and shots which i’m not going to do. so let’s just say argyle knows.

this would explain why both El and argyle are trying to get mike to eat the pizza after he calls it “blasphemous”. they both say “try before you deny”; they both know.

(we have now been given 2 pieces of visual evidence that El knows about mike and will: the stick figure drawing on the window, and her feeding him the gay pizza)

now. with the idea fresh in your brain that El was planning on breaking up with mike, i’d like to plant yet another idea in there.

mike was not going to say he loves El.

I could be totally wrong, but let’s assume mike was going to come out/break up with El too before they got interrupted. this is because at this point, based on the van scene with will, mike believes will reciprocates his feelings. he has hope.

so El and mike are both thinking the same thing, they were going to mutually break up. then they get interrupted and we skip to the bath where el gets tied up by vecna.

this is where everything goes to shit.

will encourages mike to say what he does to el, crushing all of mikes hope that will loved him back, resulting in mikes lie filled speech to El. the monologue obviously didn’t work for several reasons, and El is fully aware that mike is lying to her.

after the monologue, El ignores mike and will for the most part, probably upset that mike lied to her again about something so meaningful like love. she wasn’t mad at him before the monologue because she realized the reason mike couldn’t say I love you was because he is gay and struggling in the closet.

but now it’s different. now she has been lied to even further, with the knowledge that he can’t love her in that way. she probably feels used and angry, especially since his monologue hindered her ability to help max sooner.

now for a summary!

because I am already confusing myself with all this lol

at the beginning of s4, El is upset that mike won’t say he loves her, but she doesn’t know why he can’t. El goes to NINA and gets her powers back, and then tries to find the cali crew through the void because she misses them. El ends up spying on mike and will during the van/painting scene. El now has an idea that mike and will love each other, and that that is why he can’t say I love you (she is not mad about this, quite the contrary). El and the cali crew reunite, figure out a plan and prepare. El takes the opportunity to confront mike about what she saw, her reasoning being that she missed him, and that is why she spied and ended up seeing him and mike. she is planning to tell him that she accepts him and they will mutually break up. mike starts talking before she can say anything other than “I missed you”, resulting in the audience taking it as a romantic gesture or just a statement and nothing else (which it was not, it was her opening for the break up). mike starts building up to say something, which El thinks is ‘I love you’, which she does not want because she now knows the truth. they get interrupted by argyle with gay pizza, and el and argyle try to get mike to try it, implying they both would be supportive of mike being gay. then we skip to El being choked by the vines, will tells mike he’s the heart and not to stop, making mike realize he misinterpreted wills love confession (he didn’t, there’s a whole lot of miscommunication happening). mike then says what he thinks El wants to hear, which is that he loves her. but El knows that he doesn’t so his monologue does not help her, instead it distracts and hurts her. she’s able to help max only when mike tells her to fight. when El wakes up and they drive to hawkins El doesn’t speak to mike or will because she has now been lied to further after she already knew the truth.

I imagine in s5, when mike and el inevitably confront each other again to see where they stand, that El will tell him what she was going to at the surfer boy pizza. which is that she knows about him and will. we will probably be shown a flash back of her seeing the van scene in the void, which is when the audience will also find out. this way they can finally break up, mike has the start of a support system, and a deeper understanding and connection between mike and El will be necessary for both of their arcs next season. this will also kickstart byler because when El tells mike that she had nothing to do with the painting after seeing will lie about it, mike will finally be secure in knowing will reciprocates his feelings after going back and forth all of s4.

to close this up, *inhales* I AM SO EXCITED FOR PLATONIC ELMIKE!!!!!!!!

july 2022 Edit: changed my mind since I posted this but it hasn’t disappeared yet n most ppl rb the original so I just wanted to say, the way the whole painting fiasco will go down in st5 is not gonna be all rainbows and sparkles, I do hope mike and el will be able support each other and they won’t like leave each other’s lives ofc but by platonic elmike I meant broken-up-mlvn lol not gay besties. also taking into consideration the very real possibility of them being cousins… anywho mike is repressed af still and he won’t be able to just,,, lay it all out on the table and explain. there was nothing in s4 that indicated he is ready to get all that out yet except maybe the baby step that was holding wills shoulder and not being stirred up one bit by el stonewalling. plus, yknow, all the talk abt telling the truth even if its scary. as for el she has alllll of next season to figure her shit out too, she made bigger steps in s4 toward her arc than mike I think but she’s not there yet.

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Ok so can I maybe get greasers headcanons with an absolute academic weapon s/o (think Rory Gilmore/annabeth chase/Devi Vishwakumar) who’s parents like make them get all A’s and they are very Ivy League bound, always dressing in blazers/looking very sharp and corporate and super ambitious? (Probs academic rivals with pony lowkey 💀) Thanks so much lmao I think Dallys is going to be 🔥🔥

YESSS 🫶🫶 i myself am an academic weapon🧐(JK LMAO ap physics has made me lose my will to live) ANYWAYS

ponyboy:

yall are actually so cute together ngl

like you guys study for tests together and do hw together

cause you guys are in the same honors classes and stuff

some days pony will get cocky and be like “i’m so much better than you at bio” or smth like that (🙄)

and then you guys get into competitions to see how many times you can get correct answers in class it’s actually crazy

everyone else in class is like 😟 LMAOO

sodapop:

soda is a little on the dumber side😭

im sorry i feel like its canon that he’s a lil slower

WHICH IS OK

but he’ll try and watch you do hw and then get bored like instantly

that or confused

he always says “i was good at math til they added letters🤓☝️”

and you’re just like🥱

LMAO you guys are good for each other tho

cause you convince him to prioritize some form of learning

and he helps you let loose

johnny:

he is honestly really sweet🫶

like understanding when you turn down hangouts cause you got final exams and you cram like crazy

but he also loooves just chilling in your room while you do homework

his catchphrase is “just ask the teacher tomorrow, man”

and you’re just like “🧍‍♀️ it’s a friday night”

anyways he’s just really supportive and proud when you come back with all As on your report card🙏😜🤩

darry:

HE GETS IT

he is real supportive

hes all abt that grind as we know PLUS he canonically gets on pony for his grades

so he’s glad that he don’t gotta worry at all abt that for you

he’s so proud and happy when you get a good score on a test you were worried about and yall go on a lil date night🫶🙏

dally:

he couldn’t care less i’m sorry😭🥱

like DONT GET ME WRONG

hes secretly like super impressed and proud to have a smart asf s/o

but he gets butthurt when you blow him off cause you got a test tomorrow and you’re going to bed early

dal never really had the internal motivation to actually put stuff into school so he just doesn’t get it

whenever you try and include him w your studying/homework he tries to help w flashcards

and whenever you get the answer right and it’s super specific he’s just like 😟

and you’re like “right?” and he’s like “…yeah”

MY GUY IS SCARED cause he knows you could just totally destroy him intellectually🧐

also cause he’s scared you’ll realize you’re too good for him

but its okay 🫶🫶

two-bit

he thinks school is boring like bruh is a total super duper senior just for the friends but the academics

BRO CLOCKS OUT

meanwhile it’s like a major part of your life

hes really impressed

whenever you get some academic award he’s always like “WOOOOOO”

LMAO

you guys have really funny fake arguments

which you destroy him in

youre just like “that’s a fallacy…and that’s a fallacy…bandwagon”

boom roasted asf

steve:

you tutor him kinda on yiur school subjects

yk the study method where you explain a concept to someone else to help you remember it?

you do that for him but he’s just like 😀🧍‍♂️

“and that’s pretty much what mitosis is!”

and hes like ”…i’m glad😀”

LMAOOO

he’ll also try and teach you abt cars and car parts

which is just a bit of a struggle🤏😀

TYSM FOR REQUESTING🤩 my inbox is open! i’m really trying to get to everyone’s and some take more thought for me to plan than others so sorry if they take a while🥰🤪‼️