#pleaae help a friend

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 3

Propaganda Under Cut

Kairi

kairi is the third protagonist of the kingdom hearts series and the third member of the destiny trio, alongside fan favorites sora and riku. sora/riku shippers HATE kairi, and will go out of their way to discount her at every turn. the hate for her ranges from typical "she's a boring bitch" to fans of soriku making five-hour long video essays reassuring their fellow shippers that the big bad kairi won't show up in the next installment – to quote one video, "she's in a box. she's on the shelf. four walls, no door." kairi is the greatest bogeyman the soriku fandom has ever known, to the point where most of said video essays and fanon meta posts focus not on why sora and riku should get together, but rather on why they don't like kairi.

Literally has a 100+ page Google doc fan theory writing her out of the narrative and putting all of her (few) canonical accomplishments onto half of the popular m/m ship (soriku). Don't even get me started on how her memory was completely written out of the canon plot of re:coded. KH is a nightmare to explain so dude trust me she is THE victim of yaoi

She is so fundamental to the plot and themes and narratives of game and yet it is near impossible to find anything about her thats not ship bashing pre-mlm with the other two characters. I dont even care if she ends up with one of the main characters i just want fans to see her as a cool character to love or like, anything other than “annoying comphet girl.” You can write your mlm but pleaae stop inventing comphet where it doesnt exist. She does not even get to spend time with sora ever?? Why does everyone see her as a threat and a thing to destroy?? Let her have friends so help me

Misa Amane

she gets treated in-canon the way fandoms treat female characters that Threaten an m/m ship. it's like, "oh why don't you go sit in the corner and be pretty, misa, while the Men have intelligent conversation and pretend they aren't ten seconds from fucking each other, doesn't that sound nice?" it's infuriating. and MAYBE it's better now but i remember her getting treated the same way in fanfiction too, like we all need to do just as badly by our female secondary characters as fucking tsugumi ohba, but with the added insult of making her be alternately oblivious of the relationship between light and L or actively trying to sabotage it—incompetently, of course, because god forbid misa be allowed dignity or moments of cleverness.

she's one of the first characters I think of when I consider old school fandom misogyny. The annoying bitch and clingy crazy gf allegations were AFTER HER ASS. She's also a lot more intelligent than people gave her credit for, but most seem inclined to take the Very Biased word of our unreliable, narcissistic narrator and his homoerotic arch nemesis and claim that just because she's bubbly and into romance that she's also a complete moron. Which is blatantly untrue. Everyone was afraid of Misa girlbossing too hard. Killing people and devoting yourself to the deranged twink of your dreams even though you know he'll never love you back??? Having a hardcore goth aesthetic and being so Hot even literal Death Gods are into you?? God forbid women do ANYTHING!

Not only is she the victim of yaoi culture, she is the victim of early 2000s misogyny by an author that wanted to introduce a girl character because he knew his male rivals were getting too homoerotic. She is a goth bimbo icon who portrays what I think is one of the few callouts for stan culture and what parasocial relationships can do to both the stan and the idol. The fact that she is a toxic fan of Kira and also hot, funny, sociable is tragic in its own way, which I think the author did try to touch on but was too misogynistic too really get through. Of course, she was reduced to villain status by the fandom and anime alike because she got in the way of the supposed romance in their psychological horror anime.

[zushikiss]

Happy birthday, dearest.

summary ; it's your birthday! and your boyfriend shows his efforts for you so much.

warnings ; fluff, scara and reader lives beside each other, use of the petnames love [ scara ] , hon [ xiao ]

pairings ; scaramouche, xiao, diluc x gn!reader

notes ; it's my birthday today so i thought this would be fitting to post !

─ SCARAMOUCHE

you're on your phone simply trying to pass time as you await for the time to finally hit the 12 am mark, it's a few minutes before your birthday and you simply haven't felt the need to sleep yet so you don't but when the clock finally strucks 12 am, signifying the start of the next day you hear small footsteps on your balcony.

you take your eyes off of your device as a familliar silhouette emerges from the darkness of your balcony, it's your boyfriend!

"Happy birthday, love."

he hands you a small gift, the wrapping paper in your favorite color along with a ribbon in his, you smile as he lays down on the bed beside you, pressing a kiss to your temples as you tore the gift open.

the gift is a picture frame, the frame itself decorated with your favorite flowers but made in clay, an envelope also falls, it was tucked behind the frame, however the thing that brings tears in your eyes is the photo itself.

it's a picture of 13 yr old you and scara during valentines, his friends and yours pushed the both of you to the marriage booth, leading you and scara to be "married" that day.

though the both of you were denying the fact that you both had very obvious crushes on each other, you still obliged by the rules of the class president, which was all "married" pairs had to stay by each other's side for the day, the both of you even went on a sweet and awkward date in your small school cafeteria.

it was a picture of you two sitting on one of the lunch tables, the table filled with snacks the both of you enjoyed, you were smiling in the photo, feeding scara fries while he slowly accepted it, with a blush on his face and while averting his eyes.

"I hope you like it, it was really hard to sculpt those flowers."

"Of course! Thank you scara, i love it.."

you hug him tightly as he presses a kiss to your forehead, you put the frame on your bedside table, as you lay back in bed to cuddle your ever so sweet boyfriend, little did you know the mess that was scattered on your boyfriend's desk, multi colored clay littering the desktop, different tools all semi organized in a cup he had solely for the purpose of holding his cute bright pink sculpting tools.

─ XIAO

when you awoke from your deep sleep, the smell of your favorite food quickly made its way to your room, and before you could even check the time on your phone your boyfriend slowly enters the room, carefully holding a tray with water, your favorite drink, your favorite snacks and as well as your favorite breakfast food.

"I'm not the best at cooking but i really wanted to show you that i tried, but pleaae don't expect a lot.. you know cooking isn't my forte."

the entire day xiao tended to your every need, even surprising you with a bouquet and a plushy you've really wanted, he couldn't help but also purchase a few in game things for you, knowing how much you love the game.

he tried playing for you, even going as far as making an account but video games wasn't really something he enjoyed, however you knew how much effort he put in so you appreciated it either way.

now with your favorite plushy in one arm and your loving boyfriend in the other, you were ready to fall asleep seeing as the day ended, but you could feel a pair of lips on your collarbone as you hear a soft "happy birthday, hon." you couldn't help but smile as he rests his head in the crook of your neck once again.

─ DILUC

as if being droven around all day, going on one too many dates for one day, and receiving plenty hugs and kisses behind closed doors wasn't the best gift then you could say it was this.

you were sitting on the couch, braiding your boyfriend's hair as you tell him a story about your workplace, he hums softly as he asks question, though his eyes were glued to the television, you knew that his attention was all on you.

as you finished braiding his hair you excitedly handed him a mirror as you whispered a quick all done, from the mirror's reflection you could see a small smile forming on his face before he stands up to plant a kiss on the bridge of your nose.

"thank you, name. i think it looks pretty."

"not just your hair, luc. you too, you're very pretty as is!"

"mhm, not prettier than you though."

[wolfstargazer]

Ooh, what is carrion comfort pleaae?

This is a fic written in response to a prompt set me by a friend to write a fic focused on Teddy Lupin and Neville Longbottom.

It is a story set eleven years after the Battle of Hogwarts. It tells the story of Teddy starting Hogwarts, his initial struggles and the support given to him by Neville who is now Professor of Herbology.

Rating: T

Pairings: None

Genre: Drama/Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Coming of Age. Dealing with Grief. Friendship.

Title: taken from and inspired by Carrion Comfort by Gerard Manley Hopkins.

Synopsis: Eleven years have past since the fall of Voldemort and Teddy Lupin starts at Hogwarts. Will his Herbology teach be able to help him to confront the horrors of the past?

Snippet:

"I'm a bit worried about Teddy Lupin. I don't think he's adjusting too well," Neville said. The tall, grey-haired witch with a green hat nodded as she sat down behind the broad desk. Behind her, the portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses looked down reassuringly from their frames and one, showing a man with a grey beard and half-moon spectacles, mused reverentially, "Perhaps it is as we feared, Minerva." McGonagall nodded solemnly. She stirred her tea so the spoon tinkled in its cup, raising it to her lips as she raised her eyes to Neville. "I discussed with Andromeda and Harry beforehand that Teddy may find it difficult coming to Hogwarts. I'm not sure how much the matter was talked about." Placing her cup back down into its saucer, McGonagall continued, "Perhaps it would be best if an owl were sent explaining Teddy's distress." "Oh, I didn't mean for anything like that to happen," Neville ventured, managing to tear his eyes away from the portrait of the sallow-faced, greasy-haired Headmaster that was eyeing him slightly critically from his frame. "He's withdrawn but I think that may disappear in time. I think he just needs someone to talk to him…about the things that happened here. This is more than a school for him...it's a graveyard." "It is a difficult subject to broach but one, I fear, which cannot be avoided," McGonagall said, thoughtfully. "It won't be long before his fellow students realise who he is and quiz him. There are constant reminders of the past all over the castle. This is not something which can be swept under the carpet." Neville nodded. "It's been hard for any of us to forget the past," Neville began. "B…but it's important for those of us who survived to make sure that we remember. It's what people like Teddy deserve." McGonagall smiled affectionately at her Herbology teacher. She knew she had been justified in her appointment of her former pupil. He was sensitive, and cared very deeply for the care of his students. And, as it turned out, was a natural teacher. "What do you think should be done in the meantime?" Neville asked. A drawling voice from a portrait responded, "Perhaps it would be best, in this case, to wait for Lupin to come to you. It is unlikely the boy wishes to speak of things that pain him without feeling its necessity." Neville gave a small nod, avoiding the eye of the former Potions Professor and Headmaster, much to the amusement of McGonagall and the portrait of Dumbledore.

[mcderpy]

Does anyone know how to comfort people, like I actually have no idea I just lisgen and hug and when it’s on text I just say random shit and nothing works how do I help friends pleaae.

[askavpau]

grandpa pleaae

she's safe

“Three.”

“I’m strong, I can handle a fight! And the askers are right, I’m surrounded by friends who can help me!”

“Two.”

“I’m growing up, you have to let me go at some point!”

“ONE.”

“I can’t replace Mom and I never will be able to!”

[accountoftheperfectparaschizo]

long vent underneath the cut. i did this in my notes app to offload steam when i didnt have wifi so im like hash tag calm now but i still want this to be Out There idfk, also since i dont know if theres a specific tw tag for this jts mainly about fear of dying at the hands of a police officer + bc it spiked my paranoia its written as if im fully convinced i WILL die within minutes of writing this. pls dont read if that will trigger u

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I DKNT KNOW WHERE THE COP WENT BUY I KNOW THEYRE AFTER ME THEY CAME Y TO WARN ME THATS WHY THYEG DROVE PAST RHEY WANT TO KILL ME IM GONNA DIE PLEASE PLEAAE PLEASE DONT GHURT ME PLEASE I JUST WANT TO LIVe

i want to live i wan to live please dont hurt me dont hurt me dint hurt dint hurt me i want to live please please please please i dgont want to die if i die it will be by my own hand i dont want yoy gdie i sint wanna please nopleasepleaseplease all i ever wanted was to be happy and make others happy wwhy cant i even have that why does every part of my life have to be a big dark terrible nightmare i just wanted you to be happy please please dont hurt me

more than anything in the entire world i love you pie

[notmycatsname]

Question for people who hate HP:

This bitch needs a new hyperfixation, all my twitter friends have Bad Opinions, what will it be?

[jusstaanothergirl]

I put real clothes on and did my makeup tonight for a performance of The Real Housewives of Quarantine via Google Meet written by one of my friends. Real Housewife, BeBe, coming at ya ✌🏼

[emiefaunwrites]

Could we have some stuff about Taka and Leon's relationship with Togami as they're older? Cause Leon's probably gonna be mad cause of comments in high school, but obviously Taka will be happy about the political aspect of their friendship n stuff? (sorry if it's not your kinda style you don't have to)

Hey anon!

Hey no worries! I'm happy to venture into whatever I can with this AU. I'm the one who brought Togami into the picture after all! Pleaae don't apologise for wanting to know something!

Thank you so much for asking! I hope you enjoy!!

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• It's safe to say that growing up, Byakuya Togami was an asshole.

• Of course he would be! He's the Ultimate Affluent Prodigy. He has no time for underlings and friendships and other nonsense.

• He tolerates a few people, Makoto and Kyoko primarily, but otherwise he spends his school life distanced.

• There's only two people he wants to actually get to know but won't due to stubborn pride.

• One is his crush (who must NEVER find out otherwise his life would be ruined).

• And the second is Taka.

• Even though Togami believes the boy holds unrealistic dreams and naive views on the world, his courage to stand up for what he believes in is outstanding.

• Even if that 'thing' is a foul mouthed, good for nothing show off called Leon Kuwata.

• He and Leon DESPISE one another, often getting into petty arguments over the stupidest thing.

• And even though he sees changes for good in both boys, he doesn't honestly believe they'll last - Leon will inevitably screw up and hurt Taka.

• They stay in touch once they leave, to Togami's dismay. Who else will host a worthy annual reunion after all?

• But outside of that, he makes no effort to keep in touch with either of them and isn't disappointed when they do the same.

• And he genuinely thinks that'll be the end of it.

• Until he sees Taka's name in the news as the front runner in changing Japan's laws on same-sex marriage.

• At first he scoffs, thinking it's yet another foolish ambition of the former Moral Compass. It'll just fizzle out like it always does.

• But it never drops - his campaign getting stronger and stronger with more abd more supporters as time goes on.

• Togami finds himself following every step of the way, silently rooting for the young man whenever he's on the news.

• And after one particularly moving speech that had the entire nation (including Togami) in tears, he bottles up his pride and reaches out.

• Taka is understandably confused when he asks them to meet for dinner one afternoon but isn't one to decline invitations.

• And it's there that Taka and Byakuya become friends.

• It turns out that all of the disdain the progedy had towards most people was due to a less than happy family life with pressures similar to his own, as well as a repressed sexuality that he felt too ashamed and frightened to admit.

• And though their personalities are vastly different, it would seem that the two hold similar views and have more in common than they thought.

• They're only real difference in opinion is on Leon.

• Byakuya still believes that Taka could do much better than Leon, not realising just how much the boy has changed since school.

• But Taka is insistent that the only reason he's sat here today is through Leon's unwavering support and love.

• And even through his doubt, Byakuya is willing to try to build bridges that may very well have been burned beyond repair.

• Is anyone surprised that Leon is super suspicious?

• Why the fuck has this asshole come swooping back into Taka's life when all he did was put him down?!

• It takes a lot of convincing (and bribery) from Taka to even get him in the same room as Byakuya.

• Let's just say it was an incredibly awkward, tense meeting.

• Both boys are still very stubborn and refuse to apologise for what happened so many years ago.

• And surprisingly it's Byakuya that bends first - after watching the couple through the window when Leon says he needs a breather.

• He watches as Leon acts as a man instead of a boy, doing his best not to lose his temper and calmly talk it out with his boyfriend.

• And he sees a look that warms his heart - a look that he would have seen many a time on Leon's face had he paid attention to them in school.

• It's a look of absolute adoration.

• Without a second thought, Byakuya gets up and heads outside, makes his way in front of Leon and speaks.

• 'We may not have gotten along in the past but I see how much you have changed. I hope we can put the past behind us and start again. Because I have changed as well, and I hope you will be able to see that, Leon.'

• Leon's in stunned silence, staring at the outstretched hand he's being offered dumbly.

• But with a glance at Taka, he buries his pride and shakes the hand in front of him.

• 'Sure. Let's start over, Byakuya.'

• The three of them are never best friends. But they do see each other more regularly.

• Especially during Taka's political campaign - Byakuya funds every single one.

• And the Kuwata's end up helping him out with his love life - finally helping the uptight, lonely man find his happiness with his longtime crush.

• Sure, the dude is still an asshole.

• But he's an asshole that has friends now. That's better, right?

[harryfeatgaga]

PLEAAE THAT AFTER WEDDING CONCEPT weddings where everyone danced the night away and drank a lot and then when it’s all over you don’t want the party to end so the whole wedding party hangs out and has a little after party harry unbuttons his shirt and bow tie and you change out of your wedding dress but your hair is still all done and your make up and his holding onto you the whole night wrapped in his arms sour rounded by the people he loves most after the greatest day of his life and you just go back to your big extravagant villa bedroom and help one another get ready for bed talking about the night and the funny things you saw your friends doing and talking about how great the food was and how you have so many left overs that you already start to dig into

PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH IMAGINE HOW IN LOVE AND AMAZING YOU FEEL OH MY GODFJNHBFUJFNVH IM GONNA CRYYYYRGFYHURJFK

[victimsofyaoipoll]

Round 1

Propaganda Under Cut

Kairi

kairi is the third protagonist of the kingdom hearts series and the third member of the destiny trio, alongside fan favorites sora and riku. sora/riku shippers HATE kairi, and will go out of their way to discount her at every turn. the hate for her ranges from typical "she's a boring bitch" to fans of soriku making five-hour long video essays reassuring their fellow shippers that the big bad kairi won't show up in the next installment – to quote one video, "she's in a box. she's on the shelf. four walls, no door." kairi is the greatest bogeyman the soriku fandom has ever known, to the point where most of said video essays and fanon meta posts focus not on why sora and riku should get together, but rather on why they don't like kairi.

Literally has a 100+ page Google doc fan theory writing her out of the narrative and putting all of her (few) canonical accomplishments onto half of the popular m/m ship (soriku). Don't even get me started on how her memory was completely written out of the canon plot of re:coded. KH is a nightmare to explain so dude trust me she is THE victim of yaoi

She is so fundamental to the plot and themes and narratives of game and yet it is near impossible to find anything about her thats not ship bashing pre-mlm with the other two characters. I dont even care if she ends up with one of the main characters i just want fans to see her as a cool character to love or like, anything other than “annoying comphet girl.” You can write your mlm but pleaae stop inventing comphet where it doesnt exist. She does not even get to spend time with sora ever?? Why does everyone see her as a threat and a thing to destroy?? Let her have friends so help me

Winry Rockbell

One of the most badass women you could hope to meet, competent, smart and sweet (and hot of course), canonically gets married to Edward Elric, and yet is put on the sidelines in order to ship him with his superior officer.

edward's love interest and later romantic partner. cast aside by the fandom cause you all hate woman in STEM

SHES AN ENGINEER/MECHANIC!!! she works on automail, delivered a baby in an emergency, and was both the strongest and most empathetic, kind character in FMA(B). and she often gets shunted off to the side so that Ed can be paired with Ling Yao and mischaracterised to be annoying and/or mean

[thewolfisapartofmysoul]

Hey lovelies...

A sweet Dewey Finn x reader fic. Verrrry fluffy, verrrry happy, verrrry clingy, verrrrry drunk. Dewey accidentally discovers he can pull off a very low, growly, hoarse, husky, gravelly voice. Just like a certain ghost-with-the-most we know. 💚

Something really special.... me and the amazing, sweet, talented @ironmansuucks have been working on together.

We genuinely hope you guys enjoy this one.

I LOVE YOU MORE THEN PIZZA

“Hey guys, c’mon… tequila!!” Dewey wiggled his eyebrows, smirking at his friends as they headed back to the bar, for what felt like the millionth time that night. It was Friday after all, and as usual the boys were drinking the place dry of tequila after a long week. Dewey and the kids had been practicing extra all week for a show booked for the following Friday. They had worked so hard and Dewey was so proud of them but he was exhausted. His voice was completely messed up from singing and shouting with them all week and he just needed a night off. It was scratchy and hoarse, almost sore sounding but it wasn’t, and it was easy to tell by the way he was throwing back the tequila shots, most likely making his voice worse. But he didn’t care. He was having fun.

Due to not having any dinner before he went out (not to mention the 1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila 4), Dewey was well and truly fucked. Him, Ned and a few other of his friends, were stumbling around their favourite bar, making one another laugh. The music was on point and the drinks kept flowing. It was one of those nights were everything was hysterically funny and silly. Those were the best kinda nights. Doing dares, drinking games, and who could forget about the daft dancing.

Dewey was showing Ned one of the guitar riffs that he had taught the kids, air guitar of course, when suddenly someone bumped into him, shoving him forward a bit. Dewey turned round to see a massive, tall bald guy barging past him “hey man, move out my way” the man grumbled as he hustled past. What the hell? Dewey looked at Ned, drunk and confused “who the hell does that guy think he is? Move out my way” Dewey mimicked, screwing up his face and buffing his chest and shoulders. Due to his voice already being fucked up, he sounded the exact same as the dude. His voice raspy and hoarse. Ned and the other guys were in hysterics at Dewey’s impression, which only prompted him to continue.

As he headed towards the bar, he kept his shoulders buffed and his face screwed up, his friends jumping behind him, still laughing. “hey, can I order 8 tequila shots” Dewey quipped to the barman in his husky, exaggerated voice, eliciting laughs from his friends. The barman didn’t bat an eyelid and just served him. “here you go boys” Dewey continued, handing his laughing friends shots, “bottoms up”.

* * * * *

You rolled your eyes laughing.

Some while later, namely 1:30 AM, you had received a few texts from your sweet (drunken) Dewey Finn:

heeeeeeyyy ybaaby

I mioiss yuoo s oo mucjh

ccan you pleaaes com e pick me up pp lesae ?? ?? ?

You rolled your eyes laughing, knowing he was going to be absolutely steaming. You quickly replied, telling him you would be there in ten. You already knew the bar he was in due to his drunken snapchats, and because it was the one they would always frequent on Friday nights.

Due to your tiredness, and lack of drunkenness, you could not be bothered with the bar. The loud music, the smell of a mix of different alcohols, and the sweaty people jumping around was just something that didn’t particularly appeal to you right now. Grab Dewey. Get out.

Squeezing past all of the drunkards, you could see Dewey at the bar with a few friends. You felt soft at the sight of him smiling and laughing with his friends. It was always a sight you loved to see. His cheeks rosy from the alcohol and his soft, fluffy curls slightly messed up from jumping around. You made your way over to him, car keys in hand ready to grab him and rush goodbyes to get him home.

Dewey was leaning against the bar laughing when you approached him. When his eyes caught yours he lit up. His eyes growing wide. His friends were all laughing at him and you had no idea, until “h-hey baby” Dewey growled out, still exaggerating his hoarse voice causing his friends to bellow out in fits of amusement. You furrowed your eyebrows, laughing lightly “hey Rockstar, what the hell is up with your voice?”.

Dewey made his way over to you, staggering slightly “oh yeah th-is guy was like barging past me and.. and he was all like g-get out of ma way” he giggled, his voice rough even when he spoke normally. Dewey threw his arm around you and pulled you into his side. You held him up, him using you to lean against, you could smell the tequila on him.

After successfully getting Dewey out of the bar and into the car he began to get worse. The fresh air making him seem more drunk, as it always does. He was sat in the passenger side seat, his elbow resting against the window and his head against the head rest. “sweetheart… I just.. I just like you more than p-izza ok.. and I really REALLY like pizza-a”. you laughed at him and his rough, kinda sexy, voice. “thanks Dew, what a compliment” he looked at you, his eyes lidded and tired “no baby, I-I seriously lOVE pizza.. b-but I just like you sooo much mooorrrree”. He lightly poked your arm, smiling away to himself. Nearly home now.

You knew Dewey was clingy, but drunk Dewey was ten times worse. From the moment you got home he was stuck to you. “Dewey you need to let my hand go so I can take my shoes off”, “nooo I just love youuuu”. “you need to let me go so I can get changed” “no just stay with me pleeease, pleaeeaase, I’ll d-die if you don’t” he would plead, voice cracking and his hand pulling you into him.

After forcing him to drink a glass of water, poor baby was tuckered out. He continued to drink the water with one hand and patted your head with the other. You looked at him and his tired eyes, confused and laughed. “what am I? your dog?” he nodded, gulping the water. His eyes were closing and you knew you had to get him to bed, hoping he wouldn’t be sick. It was nearly 3 AM.

As soon as he got into the bedroom Dewey threw himself on the bed and closed his eyes “night” he croaked out. “no no no Dew you need to get your trousers off you goof” you moved over to him. “nooo I don’t want too.. too tired” he whined. “Dewey Finn sit up and take those Jeans off. I have just washed those sheets and I’m not having your black jeans staining them” you warned, folding your arms. He huffed loudly, like a child, and stood up, unbuttoning his jeans and moving his legs so they would fall down. He could be so lazy sometimes.

Finally you were both in bed. Dewey scooted over to you, getting his body as close to yours as possible, his hand sneaking to your side, sliding up to your ribs and rubbing the skin there. “so soft…” he cracked, his eyes closing with sleepiness. You smiled at him, but furrowed your eyebrows worriedly “remember Dew, if you feel sick, wake me up” you cautioned. He simply nodded and grumbled in response. His voice sounded as if it was sore, you troubled. Whatever he had done to it, the amount of tequila he had consumed certainly wouldn’t have helped him. You shook your head, “you crazy dude” you whispered lovingly, running your hand down his face admiring his rosy cheeks, and wild hair.

* * * * *

You sighed in sheer relief that morning when Dewey didn't get sick at night. The trashcan beside his side of the bed was luckily un-used. It was kind of a miracle why though, the amount of tequila he drank had been enough to fill up your half of your bath-tub. You shook your head on the pillow as you eyed your boyfriend. He was soundly sleeping on his side. His hair was messily spread out on the pillow, standing up and difying any sort or gravity. You loved Dewey Finn with all your heart, he was just a hyper kid sometimes. A bouncy, hyper kid, with amazing charm and guitar skills... sometimes on too much liquor.

You traced his every feature with your eyes, letting his beauty sink into the deepest level of your soul.

It was almost angelic, his soft face combined with the rough scruff on his cheeks. The rising sun making his messy brown hair glow like the sun herself reached out to kiss it. He smelled like the bar you picked him up from, combined with the fresh smell of your bedsheets, and something unmistakably Dewey.

You rolled your eyes, internly cursing yourself. The boy drank half a bath-tub of tequila last night... You had to carry him home... and yet here you was. Falling even more in love with that dorky, bouncy rock-star. You couldn't be mad at him even if you tried. He only tried to have a good time... that's all.

You shot your Dewey one last glance, before sneaking out of bed. You put on your cozy socks, and grabbed Deweys sweater on the way out. Just before you closed the door you heard Dewey mutter something as he stirred in his sleep, and you smiled at the cute noice. You left the door peeking open a bit, and threw on Deweys worn ACDC sweater. It smelled like him, minus the smell of liquor he was currently sporting.

You tip-toed down the stairs, in desperately need for some coffee. You always were an early bird, while Dewey woke mid day if you'd let him. That part you couldnt change... no matter how hard you tried.

You figured his hang-over-ass would also enjoy some coffee, so you made one for him as well. Yours was filled with lots of milk, and a tiny bit of cinnamon.... Dewey drank his coffee black.

As you passed the stove you figured he could use some hang-over-proof-food as well. So you grabbed a pan, cracked two eggs open and started making scrambled eggs on toast. Humming softly to yourself, watching the still rising sun seep through the kitchen window as you prepared breakfast.

You were suprised when you felt two strong arms wrap softly around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. You chuckled and yelped a bit in suprise when dewey came to stand behind you, his body still sleepily warm as he pushed himself up to you against the stove. You felt the weight of his head rest on your shoulder and smiled at the feeling of his stubble on your neck, when he pressed a soft kiss on it. He swayed you gently from behind, moving in sync with your humming.

You struggled to keep your attention to the breakfast you were making, instead of focussing on Dewey behind you. Dewey started to nibble on your neck while you continued to stirr the eggs in the pan. Dewey noticed the slight hitch in your breath while he softly suckled on your pulse point and tried to sneak his hand under your sweater. You squeeled a high pitched sound and grabbed his hand under your sweater before it could get to its destination. He growled in dissapiontment and you felt him pout against your cheekbone, scruff tickeling your cheek when he did so.

You squeezed his hand and mumbled: "Let's have breakfast first, okay cassanova?"

Deweys hands moved towards your sides, he took a step back and he pressed a kiss on the top of your hair. He hummed in response at your suggestion and slapped your ass before slumping into the kitchen chair.

A high pitched yelp escaped your throat, and you was just about to lecture him but when you turned around your mind went still. Comletely still. Aside from the singing choir in the back of your head.

His bedhead was still all over the place as he slumped into the kitchen chair. His brown locks standing in different angles on his head, framing his beautifull face. The golden light of the sun still surrounding him with a bright halo, almost like the joy of life shine out of him. The bright light of the sun reflected in his eyes, and it made his gaze even more entracing. His head rested in his hand and his droopy eyes were full of sleep, but also full of admiration when he looked at you. He brushed his free hand through his messy brown locks, making his hair even more chaotic. A satisfied smirk ghosted his lips and Dewey Finn looked smug as hell.

How could he not, you were practically giving him heart eyes at the moment.

You turned around quickly, struggling to focus on the eggs in front of you again.

You turned off the stove and flopped the eggs on the kitchentable unceremoniously. You sat down across Dewey and sipped your coffee while eyeing your boyfriend over the coffee cup, with a fond smile on your face. Gosh... you loved this man.

He happily beamed back at you and digged into the eggs, his hoarse voice cracked: "Thanks love..."

You couldn't help but laugh at the state of his voice... all fucked up from the shouting and singing of last night. That voice....

A thought popped up in your mind, talking about last night...

That voice. The voice that made you laugh and giggle. Made you sing and hum. His voice made you happy and emotional. Grounded you and guided you. Deweys voice had you aroused in seconds, and you loved every tone it could make... but this voice. It was hoarse and husky and gravelly. Croaky and somewhat nasal.

This hang-over, worn-out growly voice was something else.

You tried to pinpoint exactly what it was that this side of his voice made you feel.

You asked a question to keep Dewey talking in that gravelly voice, so you could feel some more of...

Whatever it was that you seemed to feel at it hearing him talk in that voice...

"Hey Dew... you slept okay? You didnt get sick man. That's great!"

Between eating his toast and sipping his coffee he replied, again with a low, husky, growly voice: "Yeah... that's pretty cool indeed. Lucky me, huh? Hey... Thankyou for picking me up last night..."

You were lost in thoughts as he lowly kept growling through his scentences. The only thing you could think off was that voice was making your knees weak. Good thing you were already sitting... Cause with the orange glow of the sun, combined with his scratchy low croaking voice you were sure could swoon at the spot.

This voice of him was something else. You certainly felt something.

... a lot of someting.

Dewey noticed your mental absence as he continued to growly speak. He noticed that your breathing had changed, and he saw the rosy colour your cheeks had gotten. He saw your pupils widening, you bit your lip and then left your mouth slightly agape. You licked your lips as he sneakily tried to slip more and more pet names for you into his conversation. His voice dropping lower, more breathy and huskier by the second.

He was in the middle of a scentence when you lost your fight to pure lust, love and desperation. You launched yourself over the kitchentable and kissed him with all the love that was bubbling inside your soul. He bit your lip as a deep growl escaped his throath and you panted between kisses: "Mister Finn.... you are an absolute angel... and your voice... Especially your hangover voice... Should be illegal."

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[sophiexrph]

Hi sophie!! I was hoping for some character help please, how can i add more depth and dimension to the 'rich popular girl', pleaae?

for sure, i’m happy to help ! so you want to start with someone who’s rich and popular, cool ;* what does she like to do in her spare time? is she an artist? does she want to make movies? is she really into chemistry? * why do people like her? is it because she has money that she flaunts, or is it because of her personality? * does she spend free time volunteering at an animal shelter or a retirement home or a hospital? * what’s her family like? how did they make their money, does she have siblings? older or younger? are her parents in her life or absent from it?* does she feel burdened by her wealth, or freed by it? is she the type to spend the money left and right, or does she save it? do people know how rich she is? * what’s her biggest secret? does she want to leave everything she knows behind and go live somewhere else in the world where no one knows her name? is she giving money to organizations that her family doesn’t agree with?* why is she friends with her friends? does she actually like them, or does she feel burdened by them? are there other people around her that she would prefer to be friends with?* what’s her romantic & sexual situation like? is she in love with her significant other? what’s their monetary situation like - is she the rich one, or is the s/o also wealthy and popular?build up a world around her ! show the people you play her against that she isn’t _just_ rich and popular, she might be a philanthropist, or an artist, or someone who wants to do medical research. it’s all about what direction you think you want to go with her! i hope some of this helped :)

[kookminficrecs]

❌1. Help me pleaae🙏 the fic is jikook centered: jimin likes jungkook and JK is confused he know spends time with a newly formed 97 line and meets a girl in the line and they play the same game and bond over that and hang out. The members tease jk about it and jimin is on the sideline. Jk hates getting teased and says there is nothing happening. Then jimin has taemin and his line rehearse for a show like jk and his line do. Jk jm start dating and jk goes out with his friends instead of with jm

(2) On their anniversary. So jimin calls up taemin to hang out and do all the things he planned to do with jk. When jk leaves he meets taemin half way and then he goes back and to jm so he can be the one doing those things with jm instead of taemin. Hope this helps I’ve been trying to find this fic forever

omgggg this sounds so familiar but i can’t remember what fic sdfsdfsd can someone help us?? ;n;

edit: Comfort in Lies by UsagiFelton

[lord-worms-shakespeare-class]

Do it all of the obscure asks pleaae c:

Oky doky friendo!

what’s your favorite way to dress? jeans and a band tshirt with a flannel

if you could change anything about yourself, what would it be?fix my attention spand I can’t do anything without going on tumblr or looking up memes or whatever

what movie/game/etc. helps you calm down? skyrim is a good game if I want to relax lol

what does your room smell like? Uhhhhh idk I can’t really describe that

do you like to organize? I wish I did

what kind of music would you listen to if you could only choose one? Death metal!

what song is your aesthetic? Like sound wise I’d say Aborted-Divine Impediment

what color do you think goes best with your personality?Red cuz it’s loud and exuberant like me

do you believe in auras? ehhhhhh not really

what do you wish you hated, but actually like? buying too much merch lol

vague about your crush(es) I mean my gf is a cutie patootie :P 

is there someone you have mixed feelings towards? Uh yeah some people from school 

talk about an au or story you came up with I’ve been writing songs for a while now that are death metal lyrics with a sort of surrealist twist. One of my favorites is about a giant eye in the sky that watches everyone and then eats them

do you like makeup? sure! I don’t do it often but I have in the past

do you prefer space or the ocean? the ocean, space is scary

if you could pick any planet besides earth, where would you live? I guess Mars is cool unless like Saturn could be inhabited cuz it’s the coolest looking

what form of government do you like the most? (capitalism, socialism, etc.) democratic socialism

what animal would you keep as a pet, if you could? a manatee

what do you think our purpose is in the universe? to help others

do you believe in god(s)? yes 

is there a song you can’t handle listening to, even though you like it? I can’t think of a song like that tbh

what ex do you miss the most, if you have one? I’d rather not answer this one

do you like soft, fluffy blankets or rough/smooth blankets? soft and fluffy!

what is your favorite thing to learn about? Literature

what country’s history do you find the most interesting? France is pretty interesting and Germany too tbh

what do you think about genderbent ____ (insert someone here) I think it’s fine I don’t have a strong opinion about it. Many of the best Rocky Horror’s I’ve seen were genderbent

what breakup was the hardest, if you had one? Again I don’t want to talk about it

do you have someone where you can’t decide if you like them romantically or just as a friend? lol my girlfriend is my best friend :P

what do you think about tumblr discourse? it’s kind of unnecessary unless it’s to get rid of racists/trump supporters. I don’t really understand arguing over a film or tv show

what instrument do you wish you could master? guitar but idk how to start with guitar

how easy is it for you to be honest? yeah i’m pretty honest and straightforward I don’t see why not

do you have any strange interests? I watch Shakespeare for fun lol

do you have any strange fears? handling living fish yuck gross

what food do you binge on when you’re lazy? pretzels I love pretzels

when you get angry, how do you show it? I usually scream into a pillow and then i’m good

do you have any impulsive movements? (twitches, ticks, flapping, etc.) yes those do happen and idk why

what do you listen to music on? Spotify or ipod (I have one of those chunky ipod classics I love it)

are you left brained or right brained? right definitely right

earbuds or headphones? earbuds

do you like light blankets or heavy blankets? It depends on what time of year it is. If it’s hot, then light but if it’s cold, heavy

Thank you very much! 

[reflectiondetonation]

I'm scared.

Seraph: i'm not unblocking you. I said i might have if you bad given me some space, but not anymore. This is abuse. Have I messaged someone when blocked? In the past yes, because like you I suffer from extreme dependency issue: but I have respected when people didnt want me around and then left them be.

This isn't love, Seraph. I don't love you. This is obsession! This is abuse!

You called Suki a tramp! You sent her anon hate! You called your own girlfriend a fucking REPLACEMENT because you couldnt have me! This isnt your BPD because you forgot to take your meds!

This is obsession. I can't deal with it! If you had my address i'd be genuinely scared for my well being!

You may not believe me now, but this will be good for you too. This is u healthy, Seraph. And the sooner you let me go? The happier you'll be!

If you want to hate me, fine. If hating me makes it easier to let me go then hate me. You can tell all your friends I was the abusive one or something. Do whatever you need, as long as you let go and become happier and healthier for it.

Pleaae, Seraph

If you really love me, like you say, then please, leave me and Suki be.

I'm beggong you. I'm terrified right now and only you leaving me be will help.

We've knew eachother for years. This is my last and most important request:

Please stay safe...