#woke up a hater today again my bad

[cloudysfluffs]

Don’t listen to haters, everything ever spread about Vivzie was disproven. Your art is cute.

LMAOOOOOOOO NO IT WASNT????????!!??!?!?

[disneyprincemuke]

yeah, right * fem!driver

logan definitely just sees her as a friend and nothing more

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!driver

warnings: well

notes: mannnnnnnn this was kinda cute but like i've got no intentions of making sis femdriver date anyone on the grid, i fear... my bad g

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logan locks his jaw, arms folded over his chest as his eyes are trained on the smaller girl across the room. she’s got her hand over her mouth as she stands next to sebastian, blood rushing to her cheeks as she giggles.

“you know,” oscar mutters softly next to him with a sly smirk, “you could just tell her you’ve got a crush on her.”

“no,” he answers immediately, shooting oscar a look as if he’s gone crazy. when oscar’s stare lasts a second too long, logan only answers again. “no.”

oscar drops his gaze for a second, a dry chuckle passing his lips. “i’m glad you’re still logical, mate. she’s our best friend,” he nods. “what’s your problem, anyway? where is all of this coming from?”

logan can only sigh, leaning back on the wall behind them. it’s a good question. all he knew was that he woke up one morning a couple days ago and his heart started racing when he saw her curled in a ball in his bed fast asleep (him and oscar slept on the floor in the night).

he hasn’t recovered since.

“this is your fault,” logan argues, turning to him with an accusing finger. “you made friends with the cute girl during karting and now this happened.”

“what?” oscar cries in a laugh. “that’s definitely not how it works.”

“it is. i told you to leave her alone, dude!”

“well, she was arguably pretty cute when we met her! how would i have known she’d make it to f2 with us?”

“the point is, you talked to her and now here we are! you should be one to talk, anyway, you had a crush on her too.”

“yeah, mate. when i was 13. you’re 20 with a crush on our best friend.”

“yeah, because i totally went to sleep that night and prayed that i’d wake up feeling this way.”

“feeling what way?” their conversation halts and they turn, meeting her doe eyes looking up at them in curiosity. “are you gossiping without me, you traitors?”

oscar scoffs, giving her a disgusted look. “gossiping without you? how can we ever?”

“exactly. so, what are you talking about?” she steps towards logan, prompting the taller boy to take a step away and push himself up against the wall.

which, is unusual. she throws her hands up in confusion and drops her head to catch logan’s eyes. “yo? i didn’t develop cooties overnight — what’s wrong with you?”

“nothing,” logan feigns annoyance in his voice, heart beating in his chest as he side-eyes her. he can only wish that she leaves him alone.

“he’s just feeling a little sick,” oscar shrugs, trying to brush off her concerns. “so, how was meeting charles leclerc?”

at the mention of the name, her eyes sparkle as she jumps in her spot. “mate, he was so dreamy up close!” she shrieks, grabbing oscar’s arm for support. she throws her head back dreamily with the back of her hand against her forehead. “he’s so… ugh.”

“yeah, you were so all over him,” logan scoffs, looking into the distance to avoid her gaze. “that’s crazy.”

she side-eyes logan with a frown on her face. “wow. you woke up and decided to be a hater today.”

logan camps at the bar counter, eyes locked across the beach club they’ve decided to visit today. he’s nursing the pint on the wooden surface as he looks unamusingly at her dancing with another tourist.

“mate,” oscar sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “this has gone on long enough. outrageous, if you ask me.”

“man, shut up,” logan whispers, turning back towards the counter and taking a big gulp.

“it could all be in your head. we’ve been friends with her for years; why did you suddenly start liking her more than that?” oscar asks, breath reeking of the tequila shots he downed with lily just a second ago.

logan sighs, leaning into the seat behind him. “i don’t know. which is why she can never know about this. it’s between you and me.”

“and me,” lily sighs dejectedly next to oscar, flashing logan a tired look. “unfortunate that i overheard your conversation.”

“real unfortunate,” logan agrees with a nod. “thank you for not telling her.”

“always a pleasure,” lily beams before turning away to place another order with the bartender.

“mate, you’ve had these weird weird feelings for her for like a month now,” oscar says softly, eyes jumping between his friend and the girl now making her way back to them. “get a grip — i can only tell you that whatever you think of doing about this is probably a bad idea.”

“how bad can it really be if i told her?”

“oh, catastrophic, possibly,” lily cuts her boyfriend off, staring at logan with wide and cautionary eyes. her gaze is abruptly pulled away from the american and her expression changes into something of excitement. “hey, (y/n)! i haven’t seen you in a hot minute!”

“i know, i got carried away on the dance floor,” she answers exasperatedly with a tipsy smile. she turns to logan with a soft smack to his shoulder. “and hey, why are you just sitting here? go find a girl and join me on the dance floor.”

“what? no,” logan scowls, turning away from her.

“what?” she cries. truthfully, her red cheeks and puffed up lips are only making him want to say something even more. “but we booked this trip specifically to meet people! what do you mean ‘no’?”

logan’s eyes bore into hers. “like i don’t feel like dancing with stranger.”

“oh, you’ve done worse when we were younger sneaking into the clubs in miami,” she states nonchalantly with a playful eye roll. “what’s got you so conservative now?”

she takes a step towards the counter, ready to call for the bartender before she halts her plans. she turns slowly to logan. “unless…”

she trails off without another word, just staring at logan with wide eyes and a mischievous grin. oscar and lily stand back, sipping on their cocktails as the scene unfolds before them.

logan continues staring at her with half opened eyes. “unless what?”

“unless you’re already spoken for!” she says excitedly. “if it’s not that, then you fancy someone, don’t you?”

logan scoffs, but in an unconvincing and stuttering manner, because his cheeks turn red and he breaks eye contact with her. “absolutely not. can i not just focus on myself this trip?”

she shrugs, surprisingly calm. “you can, i guess. but you always talked about living out the frat life that you never got to be a part of. can’t be a frat bro when you’re like… 25.”

“i’m turning 21 at the end of the year.”

she waves him off. “same thing. too old to be a frat dude.”

logan folds his arms over his chest. “god forbid i wanna spend the weekend in barcelona with just my friends.”

she turns to him stiffly with a grin. she leans into him, almost making him slide off his seat and his heart jump out of his chest. “aw, you’re so sweet, logan! why didn’t you just say that?”

she slams her palm against the counter. “let me call off the dreamy and mysterious guy who bought me a free drink.”

logan turns to oscar, a helpless look on his face as she walks away. the australian and his girlfriend can only shrug, knowing this was not the outcome the boy hoped for this weekend.

“shawn mendes, really?” logan asks monotonously, staring down at her. “really?”

“really,” she nods, eyebrows raised to her own statement. “he dm-ed me on instagram after i posted today for the race and wished me luck.”

“how nice,” oscar teases her with a nose scrunch. “i’m sure he wants you even though he’s in a long-term relationship with his girlfriend.”

“i didn’t even say that!” she scolds, head snapping to the boy next to her. “i said it was cute that he wished me luck because i’m only in f2!”

“what’s f2 got to do with this?”

“like my name’s not even super out there yet, you know?”

“so you’re totally not overreacting to his message, right?” logan raised an eyebrow, looking down at her suspiciously.

the crush has definitely died down since their trip to barcelona. when he’d gotten too intoxicated on vodka and whispered in her ear about how pretty she was, he woke up the next morning with a mind-splitting headache, blaming his words on the alcohol.

she surprisingly bought the excuse, seeing that there seems to be a trend with logan being more tender and sweet with alcohol.

now, it just sucks for him that he can never tell her. ever.

and oscar is glad. he wouldn’t be able to handle the catastrophic outcome if logan confessed and she doesn’t feel the same. they’re both just as important to him.

“no,” she trails off, shaking her head. “i’ll only overreact if it’s harry styles.”

logan nods. “that’s way more realistic.”

“shut up.”

“i don’t know, logan’s been kinda weird lately,” she shakes her head, lips pressed together. she turns to lily with downturned eyes. “are you sure he’s okay?”

lily gives her a reassuring nod with a smile. “he is okay. that’s as much as i can say.”

“what?” she whines. “so you know something that i don’t?”

“no, but that’s what i can derive from what i observe,” lily lies straight through her teeth. it's only detrimental that oscar keeps showing her conversations with logan still pining secretly for the girl.

she throws her head back. "it just feels like everyone is on it. i feel like such an outsider so suddenly," she confesses, tapping her nails against the table. she rests her cheek into her palm and her elbow propped up on the table. "so not fair."

lily sighs, glancing at the door. lily hasn't known her as long as oscar and logan, but watching her feel so rejected within her friend group is disheartening. especially when she's slowly catching on with everything.

"i think it's just-"

"hey!" oscar's voice cuts her off. they must have walked in the second she tore her eyes away from the door. and thank god for that timing, or else what could she have possibly said to the girl overthinking the state of their friendship? “good table, ladies."

"of course, i didn't wanna hear any yapping from your mouth," she says softly, moving her eyes to the window next to her.

logan furrows his eyebrows, sliding into the empty spot next to her in the booth. "what's wrong with you? they run out of spaghetti again?"

"no, it's nothing," she sighs dramatically, leaning back into her seat as she folds her arms over her chest. "what did you guys do while we did our hair?"

“did you even do anything to your hair while we were gone?” logan asks, picking up a bunch of her hair between his fingertips. “oh, you cut it, didn’t you?”

“yeah.”

“very nice hair, babe,” oscar says, grinning at his girlfriend. he turns to the driver diagonal from him. “you too, i guess.”

she scoffs at him. "thanks, i guess."

logan grins, ruffling her hair. "it does look nice. money well spent, i hope."

her jaw drops slightly, eyes watering at the conversation she was definitely not meant to overhear. she steps away from the doorframe she hid behind and slumps her shoulders. "you what?"

the two boys, engaged in a whispering conversation just seconds ago, widen their eyes as they turn their heads to the source of the shocked voice.

she had fallen asleep on her couch as they played video games on the playstation, and they had to have a private conversation about logan’s lingering stares and silent pining.

immediately, logan starts stuttering and flailing his hands around to come up with an excuse for what she could have possibly heard. "i- i mean.. like-"

"the girl you fancy is me?" she asks slowly, then turning to oscar. "and you kept this a secret from me the entire time?"

"no, just let me explain, god," logan smacks his forehead, trying to calm the girl down. "will you listen to me for a second?"

oscar presses his lips together and drops his head in disappointment. "i couldn't tell you. don't be like that."

"you guys made me feel like i was going crazy thinking you didn't wanna be friends with me anymore," she complains, stomping her foot into the ground. "i felt like i didn't even know you guys so well in the past month. i felt like you guys were pushing me away."

"what? no, (y/n), please just listen to me. this is all my fault."

"i thought you guys didn't even wanna be friends with me anymore. all of that to find out that it's because you just suddenly realised i'm cute?" she bursts, giving logan a look. "seriously? you didn't notice that years ago when we first met?"

oscar lifts his head, his look of disappointment quickly replaced by confusion. logan also drops his hands, head tilting at her response.

he had a list formed of possible ways she could react if his secret ever came out. this was not one of them.

"pardon?"

"we've been friends for so long growing up. you think that i never had a crazy puppy crush on either of you?" she scowls at them, wiping the few tears that managed to escape her eyes. "get a grip, my dudes!"

"what?" logan screams. "you're telling me i've been in over my head for literally nothing because you've had a crush on me too?"

"had?"

"you've got a crush on him right now? and me before?" oscar exclaims in disbelief, pointing at logan. "and we never knew? seriously?"

she shrugs, folding her arms over her chest with a smug smile. "i'm just better at keeping secrets compared to you guys, i guess."

she turns on her heel and walks out of the kitchen. “you’ll get over it. trust me. i’m actually in the process of getting over my crush on you, lo.”

but she’s never been more wrong about anything in her life.

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[baby-alien11]

Online haters (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

This idea came to me while I was at the gym suddenly thinking on the words that my classmates on elementary and intermedia school used to say to me (I was a victim of bullying and the school didn't do a thing, fortunately I switched schools in my last year of intermedia school), and I used that awful experience as inspiration

The next chapter will be posted on my birthday (is in may, I'm a taurus)

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something feels off about this relationship

maybe this is for publicity

yeah, besides she isn't THAT pretty

she doesn't seem as in it as Jack does

she looks a little fake, don't get me wrong, she seems nice but...

maybe she is with him for fame

she's a nepo baby, you know how they are

That were some of the replies you saw on a tweet that appeared in your timeline during the night when you openned Twitter due to not be able to sleep, a part of you wanted to report the tweet for spam but the other wanted to keep reading the rest of the replies

That was the part that won

Reply after reply was more hurtful than the other, seeing people doubting your relationship with Jack and posting "proofs" just increased your sadness

The caption that made you burst into tears was a whole thread called "proofs that Y/N and Jack's relationship is fake"

Since you entered the world of social media at the age of thirteen, you knew that the hate comments were a daily thing, you saw it when you spend summers in the Riverdale set on how most of the cast commented having them or the way Melissa recieved them after Scream 5, but you didn't know how it felt

Until now...

Deciding that you've seen enough of that, you turn your phone off to get to sleep but you still couldn't because anytime you closed your eyes, the only thing you saw was all that tweets again and again

During the whole night you only played with baby dragon Jake while looking at your celling, noticing it was a new day when the door of your room was openned by your father

"Good morning, tornado", Skeet greeted entering the room to open the curtains, "You woke up early?"

"I couldn't sleep", you sighed sitting in your bed

"What? Why?", Skeet answered sitting in your bed, "What happened?"

Without saying a word, you took your phone to open Twitter and show him the tweets that you saved, for the next minutes you saw how your father's face scrunched in anger for the words on the screen

"How did you find these?", Skeet interrogate you returning the phone to you

"Last night after videocalling Jack, I couldn't sleep and I went into Instagram and then Twitter, and after scrolling for a while, they appeared in my timeline"

"You know, the people who write this kind of stuff, are jealous and they don't know what to do with their lives, so they just spread hate everywhere, and we don't listen to them or take them seriously, understood?"

"Yes dad, but I sill feel awful, why the sudden hate? All my life I've been your little shadow and I haven't done anything controversial or bad"

"I know, but people like to hate on people who are gainning relevance, and you kid, are on the way to become one of the best VFX make up artist in the industry"

"You think?"

"In the five classes that you already had, I can see awards in your future"

Feeling emotional, you hug your dad at what he responded in the same way tightening the hug

"Hey, today is my flight to go to the convention, but I don't want to leave you alone after this"

"My passport expired last week, mom lives in London, and Jakob and Naiia are travelling"

"Kid, let me find a solution, just get up from bed and go get some breakfast, listen to your old man"

Laughing for his last comment, you were about to get out of your bed your phone started to sound at the notifications of a few messages making you smile because you knew who was sending them

my champ

BABYYYYYYY

WAKE UP

IT'S A NEW BEAUTIFUL DAY

my beautiful girl

good morning love

are you already on the set??

my champ

since five in the morning

I can't believe it's snowing in the middle of april

I wish you were here

my beautiful girl

I wish I was there with you too

That's what I get for not checking my passport

my champ

hey, are you feeling well?

your texts feel a little off

For a moment you consider to tell him about the tweets but you didn't want to distract him from the filming of his new movie

my beautiful girl

yeah, it's just that I didn't slept too much

I had a little insomnia

my champ

you should sleep a little after getting breakfast

to feel better

my beautiful girl

definetely I'm going to take that advice

my champ

and if I have free time during that we could facetime

my beautiful girl

yes to everything

my champ

it's a date

Smiling for the conversation, both of you continued chatting until he was called to film

"Kid, pack a suitcase for four days", Skeet announced appearing in your door with his phone on hand

"What? Dad, my passport is expired"

"I already know that, you are going to stay in Anna's house"

"I thought she was with Jack on Canada", you frowned

"I talked to her, she said she needed to come back for work, so you are staying with her until I come back, now get up and pack your things"

Finnally getting up from bed, you change into some of you regular clothes with Jack's favorite pink hoodie on top, to start packing some clothes, personal stuff plus your laptop and the materials to keep practicing your VFX make up on you

Once your suitcase and backpack were ready, both of you went to the car that was waiting to take them to their destinies

Thankfully, Jack's house wasn't so far from yours so after a thirty minute drive, the car stopped in the driveway where Anna was already waiting in the entrance

After getting your luggage and saying goodbye to your dad, you walk towards the house meeting with Anna in the middle

"Hi angel", Anna greeted while hugging you, "Skeet told me you weren't feeling well, want to talk about it?"

"Hi Anna", you responded, "Yeah, I would like to"

When your things were inside Jack's room, you and Anna went to the kitchen where the both of you started to make breakfast

"So, what happenned?", Anna asked while the waffles were being cooked

"Some nasty tweets about me that I found last night", you sighed

Taking your phone out, you entered to Twitter and showed her the tweet with all the responses

"Honey, I don't want to read them because I know that everything they say is false", Anna said causing tears to start pooling in your eyes, "You are one of the most wonderful girls that I've ever known, and I'm glad that you are in mine and Jack's lifes, have you told him about this situation?"

"We talked earlier but I didn't told him, I know he's filming and I don't want to distract him, he's excited about this role"

"You'll have to tell him at some point"

"I know, it's just that I don't want to distract him"

"If you don't tell him, I will", Anna joked serving the waffles

Laughing for that phrase, you help to bring the rest of the things to the table for breakfast

After finishing breakfast and helping to clean the kitchen, you went to Jack's room to unpack some things and have the nap that he suggested early in the morning, including the facetime that both of you agreed to do

"There she is", Jack exclaimed making you smile, "Wait, is that my room?"

"Yeah, dad didn't want to left me alone while he's at the convention because I didn't felt good, so he talked to your mom and here I am"

"Is because you didn't slept all night?"

"Yeah, and I didn't slept for some things that I read", at that point you felt tears starting to fall out of your eyes which you tried to clean, "Some tweets about me, about us"

"Baby..."

"There's no death threats fortunately, but it still feels awful to read those things"

"You are none of the horrible things that people say on the internet, you are the sweetest and most gorgeous girl I've ever met, and I'm happy that we were the only minors during Scream 6", that phrase made you laugh, causing Jack to feel proud for getting a smile from you, "Don't let those type of comments get to you, they don't know how you are, they don't know you how the people who love you does, like I love you"

"I love you too", you smiled

Seeing how your eyes were closing due to the lack of sleep, Jack convinced you to take the nap he suggested, staying in the videocall the whole time, even reading a fairy tale with fun voices causing you to laugh loud, until during the second story you finnaly managed to fall asleep

When Jack noticed that you were asleep, he took a screenshot because he tough you looked cute sleeping while hugging baby dragon Jake, before hanging up to enter Instagram and post something about the theme

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jackchampion I remember the first time I saw Y/N, it was during the welcome reunion before fimlimg Scream VI, we were the only "kids" in there and we started talking, at that moment I realised that she was chaotic, good soul and heart, the purest vibes that I ever felt, kind, humble, gorgeous, cares about every living being, intelligent, creative and much more adjectives that aren't enough to describe how wonderful she is

Seeing the girl you love crying over nasty tweets about her and about our relationship was heartbreaking, she doesn't deserve any of that, she doesn't bother anyone, she doesn't mess with anyone, nobody should suffer things like this because some of you think things that are completely false

So, pelase, if you are one of the people who posted those tweets or responded to them, delete it, because you are messing with the mental health of someone I love

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[lestappenforever]

After an epic race (yes it was epic, and not just because Red Bull dominated, but because of the racing you RBR haters), here’s my analysis of it (I can’t believe I woke up at 7 and focused but it’s what you do for the thing you love/want to achieve)

Let’s start with the homeboy who the word impressive doesn’t even begin to describe or explain how amazing he raced today, starting p10, loosing position at the standing start, regaining and overtaking in the S’s of Suzuka, which by the way everyone was beyond impressed by, and just his overall race today showed how much he grew, especially after Pierre left AT. He’s taking on that leader role, despite being the younger driver, but what he’s doing so far this season is something that he should be proud of, and should not be turned a blind eye to (I’m looking at you Helmut Marko).

Continuing with RB, Daniel actually had a decent weekend, till that crash of course, but what was he to do, narrowest part of track, and he was looking at his mirrors, Alex is the one who came out of nowhere in Daniel’s blind spot, and they both couldn’t do anything.

There is something wrong about Logan’s car/chassis. Simple and easy, and Williams are, as we say in Egyptian Arabic, just being/acting stupid. He did well, considering his confidence that is, most probably, shaken. But that car DOES NOT TURN. Its not just a touch of understeer, its Logan turning the steering wheel almost all the way, and the car not moving as he wants. Justice for my boy if we’re being honest (Since Australia, I’m a Logan defender till the day I die, especially because this is not the Williams or James that was “we’ll take care of you and trust you” its the “Valtteri it’s James” and I’m here for it)

There is something wrong with that Mercedes power-unit, after 4 races, I can kind of actually see it very clearly. These cars don’t have the straight line speed or sometimes the speed in general to be competitive, and the only reason one of the cars with the pu was on a podium was because Max DNFed

McLaren were going good, until they royally fucked up Lando’s strategy. Like he was going good, tyres were good and he was managing them well in order to pit with the front of the pact, but then they pit him with Charles, to “undercut George” which failed and made him loose positions, yeah they pulled a Ferrari to be honest, and what sucks is that this is a McLaren-friendly track. Oscar did all he could, but in all honesty, at the end of this race, it was experience over all else, which allowed the race to end in Fernando, George, Oscar. And no, I’m not saying Oscar had a bad race, quiet the opposite, but Fernando defended him well, and George just used his more experience to make a move on Oscar when the time was right, and it worked.

Ferrari. Ferrari oh Ferrari, what the Fuck have you done? Granted, Carlos had a good race, but not a podium finish, he wasn’t that impressive, it was just Ferrari pulling a Ferrari, fucking up Charles’ strategy and race by telling him “we’re not racing Carlos” but then telling Carlos to race?! This is the real reason why I didn’t want Charles to renew with Ferrari, because they never fucking learn. And honestly as I said it earlier, Jules would be incredibly proud of Charles’ drive today, because in all honesty, everyone is, even Max and Checo who are now the biggest Charles defenders in the cooldown room and I’m gere for it.

The rest of the grid honestly didn’t have that much , Mercedes not doing well on strategy, it was just driver talent especially at the end of the race, Aston were good, with Fernando defending and Lance’s overtakes, despite the car not being that good (again discussed in the merc pu), Alpine are on a slow and steady climb, though still the slowest, at least they’re able to reach Q2s with Esteban, who is surprisingly performing better than Pierre, Haas didn’t do great, overtakes and overall performance good, but no points and Valtteri is showing that despite leaving Mercedes even after 3 years, he’s got it, despite the car being bad.

Last, but certainly and definitely not least, and in all honesty, the best team on that damn grid. Pole an P2 converted to a picture perfect 1-2 in the race, pulling 4 fastest pitstops (3 2.1 and a 2.0 with Max’s second pitstop), fastest lap, working well on strategy in order to maintain positions despite the tyre deg not being the best, Max’s performance of that car, reputation era for sure, but a silent killer type, Checo’s confidence and consistency in that car is something that has to be studied. Oh my god that whole team is just everything all others wish to be and more. They should be proud, like we are, and especially after Australia, this 1-2 has got to feel extra good, with everyone doubting and saying they are over, because they aren’t, and a team that is able to come back after years of not being the best, to utter dominance can definitely come back from a bad weekend

It's always such a treat to read your post-race analysis! Please keep them coming this season. ❤️

As always I don't have much to add.

I actually get the team order from Ferrari (for once). Carlos was on newer tyres and Charles could have been under serious threat from Lando had he spent time trying to fight Carlos. Besides, we all know there will never be a team order frol Ferrari where Carlos is asked to defend Charles, and even if there was, Carlos wouldn’t have listened. So I don't actually have an issue with the team order today, which is a weird feeling.

Red Bull are impressive as hell, and they absolutely should be proud of themselves.

I'm excited for China in two weeks now!

[dmwrites]

There are three types of morning people.

——

Gem loved the mornings. She woke up naturally as the sun rose, and she went to her balcony to enjoy the colors change from dark to light.

“How beautiful!” She told her pet cat, who was still asleep in her lap. “Mornings are wonderful!” She spread her arms wide as if to embrace the sky and knocked her water glass off of the balcony. She watched it fall a very long ways down, where it smashed on the ground, like a gunshot in the silence. Several groups of birds took off in fright.

“Skin care routine time!” Gem said to her now startled cat after sitting in awkward silence for a moment. She had a ten step skincare routine that was not to be altered or interrupted. Her zen time. Yeah, sure, she always told the haters (herself), she would soon get covered in dirt and stone and other materials, but it was always important to start the day off right.

After her skincare was complete, she went to her kitchen and made a smoothie and ate cookies while she waited for the smoothie to finish blending. Luckily, her neighbors were also morning people, so she didn’t feel so bad about the noise. She made enough for three people, to deliver to them before they all started their days.

——

Impulse’s redstone alarm clock went off right as the sun rose. He grumbled, slapping at it so it would stop with the noise. He pulled himself out of bed, because he’d read that was the best way to wake up. He pulled his hair up and put on some basic workout clothes. The walk through the nether was always strangely invigorating, and by the time he got to spawn, he was fully awake. He sighed and began his jog around spawn town.

Coming back to the dwarven keep, Impulse showered and made himself presentable. He brewed some coffee and grabbed his book (“a cup full of hot sexy redstone” by bdubs [a how-to pretty redstone that so far read like it had been a caffeine-fueled fever dream]), heading outside. He nestled himself by the feet of one of his statues and began to read as the sun started to warm the ground.

——

“Oh fuck is that the fucking sun?” Pearl peered out of a window at the sunrise. “Oh no, not again!” She ran her fingers through her hair, which only succeeded in making her hair even more crazy looking.

“Meow.” Nugget told her.

“Yeah, uh, I didn’t realize how late it was either.” Pearl sighed, suddenly very aware of how tired her eyes were. “Please don’t tell me I have stuff to do today.” She checked her calendar and groaned. “Oh no, how did I forget about Zed’s zedvancement challenge today? Hopefully he’ll be so hyped up on whatever keeps him going he won’t notice how tired I am.”

There was a magnificent glass-shattering sound that really described what Pearl was going through, and frankly she hardly noticed it, as she was making a weird noise of anguish at the same time.

“Right. Okay. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Energy potion.” Pearl pulled a glass bottle from behind the couch, where she had left it the last time she’d stayed up too late (three days ago) and chugged it.

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“Hey Impulse!” Gem dropped down in front of Impulse, holding bottles. “Smoothie time!” She held one of them out to him.

“Oh thank you!” Impulse smiled and took the smoothie eagerly.

“And yes there’s protein powder in it.” Gem added, to which Impulse chuckled. She picked up his book. “How is this anyway?”

“Good?” Impulse said, taking a sip of the smoothie. “I’m pretty sure Bdubs is currently explaining quantum physics, but it’s all wrong. Like, so wrong it’s almost right.”

“That describes my life.” Pearl touched down on the grass next to her friends.

“Pearlo!” Gem held out a smoothie to her. “How did you sleep?”

“Oh, so well. Great. Wonderful. Like a baby, that’s how I slept.” Pearl took a sip of smoothie to shut herself up.

“That’s good Pearl.” Impulse said in earnest.

Gem rolled her eyes. “Let me guess, you stayed up all night again.”

“…no.”

“Pearl…”

Pearl took off without another word, smoothie in hand.

“Well, I guess that means I should start my day too.” Impulse closed his book and stood up, stretching. “Thanks for the smoothie!” He ruffled her hair, which she protested, and walked back inside. Gem flew back up to her buildings on the top of the mountain and sighed in contentment. Time to get to work.

[alvisiscrazy]

the demon of the night (pt.8)

TW-blood play, cursing, sex talk, drugs

summary- a cook for Elvis comes to realize he is really more to what we know, he is something outta this world like a book or a fairytale.

I said “No problem” He smiled “Goodnight Elvis” I said opening my room door “Goodnight Y/n” He said, After my shower I had fell asleep “Y/n” I woke up to Kat hovering over me “Look!” She said holding up a ring “Is that real ?” I said “Yes! He gave it to me after you left” “Are you sure you want to get married?” I said “Yes! I like him a lot” She said “Like and loving our two different things you are about to marry this man” I said trying to explain why it isn’t a good idea “Stop being a hater just let me live! I even get to come to Memphis with y’all!” “When are we going back ?” I said “Next week then we’re getting married the week after” She said that means Elvis is going to booked and busy so I am “ I have some sleep I have to be up early tomorrow” I said pulling the covers of my head

I woke pretty early Kat was asleep I didn’t have to start work till 8 I had a hour to get ready so I went to the lobby to eat, as I was walking out my room Kat had woken up “Off to work this early ?” She said “Yup Elvis has a show today and I’m covering for the maid” I said “I’ll see you later then” She said “See you later” I said walking out, I went to get the cleaning cart and headed to the penthouse I opened the two doors of the penthouse and started to clean I took out the trash that was in the guest bathroom first then started to clean the room, I had finished the living room I knocked on Elvis’s door nobody answered so I opened it he wasn’t here I started to clean his room, it was still pretty early as I was leaving the penthouse I ran into Jerry “Yea Elvis had a doctor appointment he should be back soon” He said “Oh tell him everything is clean! See you around” I went back to the kitchen cleaning up a bit, I went to the lobby to eat lunch to see Kat and Elvis along with Jerry sitting at a table “Hey guys” I said “Hey” Kat said I sat down “How’s work going?” She asked “Not to bad for now” I said

“Well get in a good mood today because we’re going shopping for my wedding dress!” I couldn’t support this marriage it’s too soon and I’d be damned if I let my only friend here get hurt over a man like Jerry he even said himself Elvis and his whole mafia guys have lots of women around I couldn’t let her be one of em no matter who I lose in the process including Elvis, I looked and her with disgust “Do you have to drag me along with you ?” I said “Of course I need opinions” She said then she turn to Jerry whispered something to him “Elvis! You wouldn’t mind seeing me naked ? Right” She giggles I felt my blood boil “What!” He said looking at me “You wouldn’t mind right ?” She asked again “Yea I mind I gotta women!” He said

“Who it can’t be Y/n” Jerry said “You know what! I’m done with the conversation” I said “I’ll see you later Elvis” I said getting up “Look what you to idiots did” He said as I walked off

Shortly after I got to my room I heard a knock at the door I opened it to Elvis “Sorry about Jerry he is a idiot ” He said “No it’s not just Jerry it’s my own friend” I said letting him in now sitting on the bed “Just ignore them both only trying to get in your head like I’ve said before” He spoke softly he knew I was upset “I know I know it’s just so upsetting to me how she’s marrying this man” I said “You can’t talk her out of it you know she’s too naive” “Well I won’t stop trying till she doesn’t want to marry him I can get my ways!” And I was speaking complete facts I wasn’t letting this go! “And if I lose my friendship with you because this I swear I’m quitting my job!” Elvis look at me with surprise “Quit your job! You don’t think you’re going to far? With this I know Jerry isn’t the best man in the world but I respect your decision” I nod in agreement “I just need a couple of hours to get my head right again now if you don’t mind leaving me alone” I said kindly “I don’t mind! I’ll see you later honey” He spoke softly again kissing me on the cheek, I was alone and needed to call my mom I updated her on the things that had happened lately and she wanted to see me again before I go back to Memphis so I had left the hotel for a while… “So you and Elvis?” She asked as she poured me a cup of Lemonade “I mean we’ve hung out but never really got to sexual we’d just stop in between I guess” I said trying to find the words to explain to her “Well it seems to me he likes you remember in the beginning he treated you like crap that’s how men work something in their silly brains” She explained “I never thought about it that way” I said “Sometimes you have to think like a man just don’t be one you know” I nod after a few hours my mom had dropped me off at the hotel “Well until next Luna” She said giving me a hug “Until next time love you” I said getting out the car, I walked in the room seeing Kat crying “What’s wrong ?” I asked “I’m just overwhelmed with this I’m sorry for the way I treated you this morning I don’t want you to hate me” She said “I don’t hate you but the way you acted did upset me a little because you know how I feel about the situation” I said “So we’re good ?” She asked “Yes Kat we’re good” I said “Where’d you run off to” She said “Went to see my mom for a while she taught me the way of men I guess” I chuckled to myself The day nearly went by in a flash Kat had went out with Jerry I stayed in and went down to the lobby for dinner going to my usual spot “Eating all alone ?” I heard Elvis say “Hey! I didn’t know if you were still here” I said “Yeah don’t plan on doing anything tonight” He said as he sat down “I went to see my mom today and she told me some great advice” He smiled “And what did she say?” He said “Advice on you and I” I said taking a bite from my food “Like? Don’t leave me hanging here honey!”

“If I should date you or not” I said “We haven’t got that far yet taking it slow as promised” He said “I know! And I’m excited for us” I said “Me as well” He said taking a bite from his food, After dinner “You tired at all?” I asked “I could take a nap” He said “I’d like to join you if you don’t mind” I said “I don’t mind” He said, We got to the penthouse and crashed I woken up to the sound of Kat and Jerry’s voice I turned over Elvis was still asleep I got up “What are you two doing ?” I asked “Joining the sleepover silly” Kat said I could tell by the tone in her voice she was drunk “Your drunk?” I said “Only have a few drinks it’s been a while okay jeez” She said “Let’s get you to bed bae” Jerry said carrying her to the guest room “Night Luna” Kat said giggling as they faded away into the room I turned off the lights in the penthouse and went back into the room with Elvis he was awake “Didn’t know they were staying the night” He chuckled “Neither did I” I said climbing into the bed with him “I’m exhausted still” I said “Me to let’s get some rest” He said I pulled the blanket over me and turned facing him “Hopefully she doesn’t end up pregnant” I said “Hope not that would be a handful to deal with” He said “Well for Jerry anyway” I said “Why are you so far ?” He asked I was only a few inches away from him “Do you want to cuddle?” I asked “Yes” He said I scooted closer to him my arms were wrapped into his lower back as my head laid on his chest I felt his large hands on my back pulled me closer as he kissed my forehead “Goodnight Luna” He said softly….

I had woken up in the dark I was left alone in the bed I heard the shower running I got up from the bed tripping over my foot “Luna? you’re awake” I heard Elvis say “I am” I shouted back I turned to the clock it was 11 am still a bit early “I’ll be out in a second” He yelled back “Are you hungry? I could make breakfast for everyone” “I could eat” He said, I rushed to the kitchen looking for something to eat just enough bacon and eggs left in the fridge to make, I had made breakfast for everyone sitting the table I had turned on some music “Bang Bang” By Nancy Sinatra and started to sing along “I am shocked” Elvis said “Shocked? why” i asked “Didn’t know you could sing” He said “I can when I want to” I said as I looked at him “I’m just in shock” He said while sitting down at the table “The food looks great” He said “I appreciate it, would you like something to drink ?” I asked “Coffee” He said I went to the kitchen to make coffee for both of us “Here you go” I said while sitting next to him “I knew I smelled food” Kat said “Come and eat” I said “You sure I don’t want to interrupt anything here” She said “You aren’t interrupting anything” I said “Just sit down and eat” Elvis said “I was just making sure” Kat said “Isn’t it our last night here?” I asked “We head back tonight” Elvis said, We finished eating breakfast I had left to go pack for tonight and cleaned up the room and Kat had came in “Wanna go to the nail salon with me?” She asked “Sure when?” I said “In a hour or so!” She said, I got dressed for the day I met Kat in the lobby with Jerry “Finally, I’ve been been waiting on you for 20 hours” She said “I didn’t even take that long” I said, We headed out for the nail salon “What color are you getting” She said “I don’t know yet” I said looking at the book “Let’s match, I was thinking white” She said “White is fine with me” I said We both got matching toes and fingers “I’ll pay for yours” She said “You don’t have to” I said she pulled out her wallet “Where’d you get all that money from?” I asked “My fiancé” She said with a smile “Oh lord” I said “Do not bring negativity over here I’m being nice” She said “I didn’t even- “Hush it and let me pay for once” She said, We went back to the hotel Kat had went Jerry to the penthouse I stayed back I needed some time to myself before the flight. Well it was night, And Elvis wanted me to make one more meal before we got home I was happy to go home I’ve been here to long, I cooked the meal for everybody now making my way to the penthouse, I walked in to see a full house luckily I made enough the table was surprisingly set I left the food cart then Elvis appeared “Hey, uh you are more welcomed to stay for dinner” He said with a smile “Oh no, I gotta get back to the kitchen to clean before we go” I said “Well, I’ll make sure you have a plate see you around then the flight leaves at 12” He said “See you around” I said I could tell from his response he thought I was avoiding him but I was ready to leave this place it felt like I was going crazy. I cleaned up the kitchen and returned my keys and turned off the kitchen light for the last time then he appeared once again “I just wanted to check in” He said “You almost gave me a heart attack” I said “I scared you wow I’m surprised” He said with a chuckle “Well yea I thought I was the only one down here” I said “But I’m fine I’d tell you if something was wrong” I said “Is it about Kat?” He asked damnit he would see right through me “A little I don’t know what to do when we get back at the nail salon today she pulled out her wallet and have tons of money I feel like she’s changing into this person I don’t recognize” I said “You’ll know what to do in the moment, she might realize sooner or later getting married was a semi bad thing especially if it’s with the right person” Elvis said “That’s true, but I just miss home other then that” I said, Elvis and I went our different ways until it was time to catch the flight.

I sat in the back away from everyone now reading a book about nonsense but I was beyond bored but I kept my sanity, after a couple of hours I was exhausted so I moved to the couch falling asleep. A couple of days later I ended up back at home Kat and I talked less and less she was busy wandering the streets with Jerry all night but I held up my peace I had told Kelly everything like everything about what had happened in Vegas and I was hurt by the way Kat just dumped me, As I turned the corner to my apartment I saw a letter at my front door I picked up and took inside “Kelly is this yours ?” I said “What is it ?” She asked “A letter I think”

I opened it “An invitation to our wedding Kat and Jerry on the 23rd” It said “The wedding? She’s actually doing it” Kelly said “I guess so” I said “That’s bullshit” She said at the end of the letter it said bring a friend”, “I don’t wanna go to that shit” Kelly said “If I go you are going with me I don’t wanna go alone” I said “I don’t like that fake bitch, you’ve been nothing but nice to her, since she’s been here she hasn’t called nor has Elvis” She said “Elvis is a busy man I’m sure he’ll come around” She said “Lies, I had a bad feeling about this since the first time you called I knew it” She said “You probably were a booty call” She said I thought Elvis and I connected from honest “Maybe I don’t know, but that’s in two days” I said “Bullshit!” Kelly said if I don’t go I’d feel bad guessing I’d just put aside my pride this last time and If she gets hurt I’d tell her how I feel once again. A day later I was stuck back at Graceland, Macy was already a pain in the ass “Just let me do it” She would say constantly I was over this shit and her I went on my break then I saw Kat and Jerry walk up to the door were I was “Well hey! I haven’t seen you since we got off the plane” She said “Because you haven’t called” I said with tone “Wow relax I was gonna call you today” She said “Baby I’m gonna go check on e” Jerry said “Yeah go do that” I said as he walked away “What the hell is your damn problem?” She said “Everything is just bullshit” I said “Is me ever since I told you I’m get married it’s always a damn problem or comment” She said “I could careless about you getting married that’s on you! Everything isn’t always about you.” I said letting the pride go “I don’t make it about me!” She said “Yes you do! All the time but I kept my peace because I thought you were my friend but I guess that’s over with” I said “We still are friends!” She said “Seems to me like we aren’t” I said “Because I didn’t call ? I’ve been busy busting my ass for my damn wedding” She said “Even before then you barely talked to me, but it’s whatever I don’t care about this or this damn wedding” I said “If you don’t care then why come huh tell me?” She said “Because I’m being a real friend who can put their differences aside to support a friend” I said “He loves me okay and I love him it shouldn’t matter to you” She said “Listen if he hurts you I promise I will stop being your friend and remind you everyday that I was right” I said “Stop being a bitch” she rolled her eyes “I feel like you used me Kat and I fell for it because I needed a friend so after this wedding things are changing” I said “Fine whatever you want” She said walking away, I took a long walk around the garden I had started to smoke cigarettes to escape my feelings now.

It was the day of the wedding still haven’t got a call from Kat no apology nothing I haven’t got a call from Elvis as well, but once again I sucked it all up and Kelly and I went to the wedding “If the vibes here aren’t it we are leaving” Kelly said “Fine with me” I said, We pulled into Graceland guest and fans outside the house many people I haven’t seen before came, The wedding didn’t start for another hour so we had time “I found the bar let’s go get a drink”

Kelly said we noticed the bar was unlimited then Sonny had came up “Hey, Kat asked to see you” I turned around then I looked at Kelly “Go on I’ll be right here” She said “Well okay” I said, I followed Sonny through the house, I went into the room and closed the door “Hey” Kat said “Hi” I said “I wanted to apologize for the way I acted the other day and what I said and you are always right with your words I truly am sorry” She said I could tell she meant some of it “I’m over that shit, the drinks out there are strong” I said “So we’re okay ?” She asked “Good! You look very pretty by the way” I said “Thank you, I’m about to shit bricks I’m so nervous” She said “You’ll be fine like you always tell me Jerry will love it” I said “I wanted you to be my bride mate” She said “Seriously woah” I said “Yes! You deserve that more then anyone you are my closest friend and the best” She said “Well hell let’s do this” I said “Be up there 10 mins before it starts okay remember that! and you hold the rings”

She said “I’m sure I’ll remember, finish getting ready” I said I said leaving the room, I made it back by the bar with Kelly “How’d it go all good?” She asked “Yea, um I’m the fucking bride mate” I said “Oh hell that’s a big role no more drinking for you” She said “No I need a drink for this shit I can’t be sober just a little buzz” I said finishing the drink I had “That’s all?” She asked “Well she apologized felt genuine so it’s alright I guess still won’t forget that bullshit tho” I said “You didn’t see Elvis at all?” She asked “No I don’t know where he is I didn’t ask” I said “Why not ? He hasn’t called as well” She said “I didn’t wanna make it seem like I only came to see him” I said “Now that’s some bullshit” She said while hitting my arm, The wedding started in 13 minutes and l was beyond fucked I had to sober up first I got up “I look fine right ?” I asked Kelly “Yea I can’t tell” She said “Okay okay shit I’m nervous” I said “Why! Just stand there and act like your normal self you’ll be fine go on I gotta find a seat” She said getting up “Am I supposed to walk with someone I forgot” I said “Yeah the best man” She said “Guessing it’s Elvis” I said, “Hey follow me” The planner had said I had followed her into this room besides the house and I saw Elvis and two little girls and Kat’s father “So you’ll be walking down the aisle with Elvis since you are the bride mate” if I wasn’t drunk right now I’d flip but it was cool I guess

“This is a big day for the couple so truly don’t fuck it up” The planner said “We won’t” Elvis said, The wedding started Elvis and I had to walk down the aisle I look for Kelly I saw her sitting in the second row, As the music played as we walked I felt like bursting out in tears for some odd reason but I kept my sanity as we were about to part ways “You look very beautiful” Elvis whispered “Thank you” I said, Jerry had appeared I could tell he was batshit nervous I had grabbed the rings from the stand I gave Elvis the ring for Kat, Kat and her father walked down the aisle she was very beautiful in her dress, The wedding was beautiful I can say that now “Thank you luna for coming” Kat said giving me hug “It’s no problem” I said, “The after party will have tons of alcohol by the way so stay please” She said “I will” I said she gave me the address to the place.

“So what are your thoughts on the wedding” Kelly said “It was beautiful honestly wasn’t expecting it that but I was a little sad” I said “Why ?” She asked “Elvis and I walked down the aisle and I got this gut feeling I don’t know doesn’t matter” I said “You wish it was you getting married” She said “Kinda yea but it’s fine I’m okay” I said, We met up with everyone at the party Kelly had noticed Elvis had brought a date to the event “Oh what the fuck” She said “That’s bullshit right there” I said I’ve had a few shots to really care about everything for right now “Hey, come with me for a moment” Kat said I followed her “What’s up with you and Elvis?” She asked “I don’t know I haven’t really talked to him much” I said “Well I think that’s messed up to bring a random person to my wedding and messed for you as well after he said all that shit to you I will talk to Jerry about that” She said “Don’t stress yourself over this, I’m sure he has a reason why” I said “No no he made it clear that he is just like what the people say about him” She said “Kat, please enjoy your wedding I am fine okay I wouldn’t lie” I said she gave me a hug she probably felt bad but I was okay I couldn’t do anything about it “I want you to have fun with me like before all the bullshit” She said “Let’s go drink more then dance” I said, and we did just that I was fucked once again nearly couldn’t walk “I need to go take a break” I said “Where’s the bathroom” I said “Out the door to your right” Kat said I made my way out the party into the hallway trying to catch myself “I think you’ve had enough to drink” I heard Elvis say I turned “Don’t tell me what to do I’m fine” I said “From the looks of it you don’t look fine” He said “I’m fine just go away” I said walking into the bathroom I sat on the sink for a moment I finally caught my breath and I left the bathroom and there he was resting by the wall “Didn’t I say go away?” I said “You did but I’m not listening to you” He said “I’ve gotta go back in there so” I said heading to the door as he pulled me into him I was over this “Let me go” I said “What’s wrong? You can always talk to me” He said “Nothing is wrong I’m fine” I said “I saw how you reacted to the wedding” He said damnit once again

“How’d I react? Tell me” I said “Like you wished it was you” He said “I only thought about for a second then I realized I won’t get married because nobody wants to marry me ” I said I was trying to avoid eye contact “I do” He said “You don’t mean that, I gotta go” I said once again “Move in with me” He said I was flabbergasted “I don’t know- I don’t know” I said “I’ve already paid off your apartment I just didn’t tell you yet” He said “Why’d you do that” I said “Because I love you” He said “That’s a big word to say” I said “It’s true I’ve loved you since the first time I met you I fell in love with you” He said “I feel the same but I just want it to be true I want this to be a real thing I don’t want to end up hurt” I said “You won’t baby, I promise” He said “Can I think about it” I said giving in once again, “Of course you can, I’m not forcing you I just wanna be with you” He said everything he would say to me would stick with me he made it so easy to say yes but this is a big step to make let alone we aren’t a thing yet

“I’ve gotta get back now” I said “I understand, enjoy the party luna” He said with that one smile it could make anyone head over heels for him I enjoyed the rest of the party with Kelly and Kat, “So what he’d say out there?” Kelly asked as she unlocked the car door “Asked if i wanted to move in” I said “What the hell did you say?” She asked “I said I need time to think I don’t wanna move in and not like it I just like my personal space” I said “Explain that to him, don’t lead him on” She said “I’m not leading him on!” I said “Just be smart with your choice okay I don’t wanna see you hurt again” Kelly said

“I’ll take time to think about it when i’m in right mind.” I said, The weekend went by fast and I went to home I still haven’t mind up my mind yet with moving here yet I wasn’t sure if I wanted to give up my personal space “Can you give this to Elvis it’s mail” Macy said “Um- sure” I said I went upstairs to give him the mail “Come in” He said I opened the door and he was surprised to see it was me “Um- here’s your mail��� I placed it on his nightstand trying to avoid him as I was walking away he grabbed my arm “You didn’t answer my calls” He said looking at me “I’ve been pretty busy” I lied

“You didn’t make up your mind haven’t you” He said “No I haven’t i’m just confused, hopefully you understand” I said “I understand” He said once again “I have to get back” I said “I have one more thing to say, ever since we left vegas what happened to the love we once shared ?” He asked “The love is there I’m just confused at the moment and don’t go blaming yourself for it” I said “If you want me to back off I’d understand that’s all you have to say” He said “I didn’t say that I just don’t wanna rush things with you like we’ve talked about before” I said, After that horrible conversation with Elvis I wanted to bury my head in sand “Elvis called you up again” My coworker said I went upstairs once again “Yes?” I said “Let me take you out tonight” He said I sighed “Fine, where?” I said “We could get a nice dinner and might see a movie if your up to it”

“Sure, and don’t be late or i will cancel on you” He chuckled “I know the old you was back in there somewhere” He said “I guess so, pick me up at 7” I said while leaving his room, I got home around 5 I had just enough time to get ready for the date, I put on my dresses I brought before leaving vegas”

And as promised my phone rung ten minutes before 7 I knew it was Elvis as I was leaving I made my way to Kelly’s room “Have fun, you look stunning by the way” She said “Thank you, I’m sure I’ll have a good time” I said “Don’t get pregnant or any of that” She said laughing “I won’t not yet at least” I said, I went downstairs. Elvis had drove his Rolls-Royce it was nice he got out opening the door for me “You look lovely tonight” He said with a smile “Thank you” I said smiling back at him, I was in my own head once again I truly did have a thing for this man but I didn’t want to get hurt but he proved a point paying the rest of my debt but money can’t by happiness but I held my peace I will try to give him a chance, We got to the restaurant Elvis wanted to make a appearance “Are you sure we’re safe here?” I asked “We should be fine I got us a booth in the back doubt anyone would noticed”, We got inside making small talk I guess till our food came out. “So, I heard your roommate isn’t much of a fan of me” He said clearing the table

(what do you guys thinks that’s gonna happen next? will Luna get with Elvis)

[creativesplat]

I often try not to be too critical on this blog, but I thought I ought to mention it. 

Star Wars the Clone Wars has some serious problems. 

Some things are just not handled delicately or correctly in any way shape or form. I’m not going to talk about the Clovis arcs here, since @englishlady has already done a very good job on that, and will instead elaborate on my opinions about the Zygerria arc. 

Trigger warnings for discussion of slavery, non-consensual stuff, and sexual harassment. 

Anakin’s portrayal was the thing that really frustrated me at first. This is a man who has suffered under slavery, abuse, and violence for the first nine years of his life, and the story writers are telling me that he is almost entirely comfortable bantering with his Padawan whilst surrounded by awful things from his past? After a few years you don’t just get over trauma, but his reactions seem to have. 

I have been through nothing even remotely as bad as this, but the bad stuff that has happened in my past isn’t something I can get over, and when it’s brought up I feel rather uncomfortable, uneasy, or downright rotten. 

The show writers really should have looked at this and said: ‘we are putting a character who has experienced childhood trauma into a position where he will be confronted by it and may experience it again, let’s try to handle it sensitively’ but what they actually went for was: ‘we’re doing episodes on slavery, there should be scantily clad ladies and the overall message that slavery is bad’ Yes. Slavery is bad. Everyone knows that. In dealing with such a sensitive topic, it should be handled better. Not just ‘slavery bad, but ooh look girls!’ (I will be getting on to the inappropriate costume design in a moment, btw), but also some delicacy and tact. These are real world problems that people today still suffer from, they should be handled more appropriately. 

There was one line that really stood out to me (although all of them were rather poor) and that was where Ahsoka is discussing her roll on the mission. 

Here’s the conversation from the Clone War’s TV show: 

Here’s the conversation from the comic. 

See the difference? 

It feels really really tone deaf for the only character that is making light of the situation the only one who has actually experienced it. It felt a little like saying: ‘oh this sort of thing isn’t that bad, hehe lol’. It felt dismissive and not only unpleasant in terms of the real world as well, but also just incredibly poor writing and story telling. 

You don’t even need to realise he has emotional trauma to realise his character would be uncomfortable in that situation, he doesn’t like sand and he’s on a desert planet. He doesn’t like putting Ahsoka in danger, and Ahsoka is in danger. I mean maybe I’m just a little judgmental or maybe I misread it… but… IDK, the portrayal of Anakin really cheesed me off. 

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Here’s the bits that may be a bit triggering, just a warning:

Ahsoka’s outfit is in no way shape or form appropriate. She is dressed like a sex slave, and she is a child. 

Anakin would have probably chosen the outfits for this mission, because you know, he has the most knowledge on the subject. You can not tell me that the Ex-Slave Anakin Skywalker would gladly dress his underage female Padawan in saucy clothes. 

This was a creative decision which made no sense in the story or for the characters, and it has some rather unfortunate implications. Whilst Ahsoka is not in any way harmed sexually there is the implication that something could have happened, had the Queen or Anakin allowed it. That is a rather distressing concept. It is inappropriate, particularly for a young child. 

In the comics Ahsoka was dressed like Shmi Skywalker. 

It would have made no difference to the story had they kept her dressed as Shmi Skywalker. I don’t really understand why they decided to dress a 15 year old girl as what appears to be a sex slave. It is disgusting and inappropriate. 

Although, full disclaimer, I have never read the comics. I have only seen some of these pictures when researching to write this little opinion piece, so they may have handled the subject matter inappropriately too, I’m not sure.

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Another monumental wrong doing on the part of the writers was to make the ‘romance’ between Anakin and Miraj Scintel feel (with the music and staging) like a pining love. 

She had his friends captured and seriously harmed, had him electrocuted until he fainted, and is the queen of an entire slave empire. 

It was not a romance, or even a pining one-sided love.

At best it was sexual harassment of a powerless prisoner/ slave. 

At worst it was sexual assault. 

He woke up on her bed (which a few people have pointed out is a little unnerving and suggestive), she was very touchy with him (and he is uncomfortable with it), and she threatened him with hurting Ahsoka and Obi Wan (indirectly but it was clearly still implied) and the people who wrote the show said that they wanted the audience to feel some form of pity at her death because of their ‘romance’.

There are some moments where the writers imply that Anakin might not be entirely as into their ‘relationship’ as she is, telling her that she had “all the power” in their dynamic, but he looks so nonchalant at this point that it might go over the head of an audience member. He is telling her that she is forcing a relationship on him, and that he is powerless to stop it, and it’s played off as a blasé interaction. 

I’m not entirely sure you can put those things in a show and try to play it off as romantic to get the ‘child-friendly’ rating. They could have quite easily at least attempted to deal with the serious subject matter that they introduced. There was a suicide and a significant amount of torture and abuse in these three episodes, so there was no excuse when the show glossed over such obvious and unpleasant misconduct.

I don’t know what it is with the writers writing abusive, predatory characters who’s deaths are supposed to inspire pity. Miraj Scintell was handled as poorly as Rush Clovis was, and I don’t really have a solution to that.

Maybe if you’re watching the Zygerria arc of the clone wars, don’t watch it with younger siblings or your children.

Although, this is completely an opinion piece, so if you totally disagree or think I’m a bit of a hater or just being judgemental, that’s fine. I may be being too harsh, IDK.

I’d like to think that this was an honest mistake from the writers rather than them being deliberately obtuse or inappropriate.

[jungshookz]

teeny tidbits: it’s valentine’s day and everyone’s in love 💕💫

i couldn’t let valentine’s day go by without showing you what some of your favourite couples are up to on this romantic day so i hope you enjoy these six teeny tidbits!! 

unfortunately i couldn’t do one for everY single character because i would literally die at my keyboard but i hope these ones still manage to give you all the fuzzy feelings :-) 

happy valentine’s day! 

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➳ lveb!namjoon (feat. lveb!yoongi): it’s valentine’s day and namjoon & y/n won’t let yoongi forget it 

“if these come out ugly, can i just eat them?” yoongi asks, his hands starting to tremble as he continues to squeeze the frosting out of the piping bag

he’s been doing this for the last half an hour and his hands are starting to go numb

you shut the oven door before tossing the kitchen towel over your shoulder and turning around to look at how much progress yoongi’s made

…

hm

maybe you should put him on cleanup duty instead

luckily he’s only frosted four and a half so there’s no major loss here

you reach over to pluck the piping bag from yoongi’s hands and he immediately frowns

you don’t need to say anything for him to know what that means 

you never appreciate his hard work!! you’re breaking his heart here!!

“you know, the messiness just makes them more unique.” he points out, gesturing to his beautiful tray of heart-shaped cookies, “it gives your cookies character!”  

“mhm…” you roll your eyes playfully as you turn to grab a tupperware box from the cabinet so yoongi can pack up his cookies to bring home

“all i’m saying is that you never appreciate my artistic abilities.” yoongi murmurs, swiping a glob of frosting off the table and promptly sticking his finger into his mouth to suck it off

“abilities is a reach.”

yoongi gawks, about to respond with a retort about how he doesn’t have to help you but he chooses to because he’s a good friend but he doesn’t get the chance to before he gets distracted by the sound of the kitchen door creaking open

he swivels around on the stool, about to greet namjoon enthusiastically and to tell him all about how you’re refusing to sell his beautiful cookies because apparently they’re ‘ugly’ and ‘look like a two year old decorated it and then sat on it’

namjoon brings a finger up to his lips to tell yoongi to be quiet, yoongi opening his mouth to say something before closing it again

“did you ever return that round container?” you ask, yoongi looking back over at you to see you sorting through the cabinets

“the round container?” yoongi asks dumbly, watching as namjoon crouches down with a devious smile on his face, “uh, yeah! i’m pretty sure i did.”

“really? because i can’t find it anywhere-” you move to turn around, yoongi’s eyes widening as he suddenly gets up from his stool and points to the cabinet so that you don’t notice namjoon creeping up behind you

“there! i see it right there!”

“whe- oh!” you jump in surprise when suddenly an arm slinks around you from behind, a kiss being planted on your cheek a moment later, “you scared me!”

“mm, sorry, baby-” namjoon hums, pulling you closer and squishing another kiss to your face, “i was hoping i’d be back before you got up!”

namjoon left before you woke up but you didn’t have much time to think about it because you had to get straight to baking

for you, valentine’s day is one of the busiest days of the year which means you’re basically in the kitchen all day

you appreciate the business but you’re always so exhausted that you basically pass out covered in flour by the end of the day

yoongi came over to help because he usually helps out anyway (and also because you usually have extras that he likes to take home) but he said that he couldn’t stay for long because he had to prepare for his ‘plans’ tonight

(you know he’s going out on a date with that receptionist girl with the hershey kisses but you haven’t hounded him on the topic because the last thing you want is to freak him out and get him all sweaty before his night of romance)

“where’d you go?” you ask, turning your head and reaching up to turn namjoon’s face towards you so you can give him a proper kiss, a giggle bubbling from your lips when he leans in for another one after you pull away from the first one 

“to get you these-!” namjoon suddenly pulls a lush bouquet of forget-me-nots from behind his back and holds it in front of you, the sweet surprise automatically drawing a gasp of delight from you, “happy first valentine’s day!”

oh :’)

how romantic :’)

“i love them!” you take the bouquet from his hands with wide eyes before turning around so you can face namjoon, “you’re so sweet…”

namjoon purses his lips for another kiss and you immediately hear yoongi let out a groan

“all this kissing is going to make me hurl- also, are there no flowers for me, darling?” yoongi asks sarcastically, clasping his hands together before making obnoxious kissy noises at namjoon while fluttering his lashes, “and why didn’t you get roses instead? that way, i could’ve taken one.” he huffs, frowning in disappointment, “can’t give her stupid forget-me-nots…”

“her?” namjoon perks up, tilting his head in curiosity before looking back at you with a raised brow

he grins when you lean up to give him a sneaky little smooch while yoongi’s distracted

“yoongi has plans tonight.” you hint as you pull away from namjoon, slipping past him so you can grab a vase for the flowers

namjoon’s eyes widen for a second before he looks back over at yoongi with a knowing grin, “ah… plans! sounds fun.”

“uh, yeah, i guess you could call them plans. it’s just, like- we’re just having dinner at my place but honestly i’m probably going to order pizza or something.”

“you know, some places are making their pizzas heart-shaped since it’s valentine’s day. you should consider doing that!” namjoon points out, nodding enthusiastically, “ooh, or maybe you can ask them if they’d be willing to cut the pepperonis into little hearts-”

“that seems like it’s a little much for something casual-”

“casual-” you snort quietly to yourself as you fill the vase up with water, “we all know it’s not casual-”

“it is!” yoongi argues, straightening up a little, “it just so happens that today is valentine’s day, alright? whatever!”

“i still think you should consider the heart-shaped pizza. do you want me to order it for you? ah, what if i take care of dinner for you??” namjoon clasps his hands together, “i love planning romantic dinners-”

“i-it’s not a romantic dinner-!”

“it’s not romantic, but…” you trail off, carefully pulling a couple stems out of your bouquet before pulling one of the satin ribbons that are typically used for wrapping up the boxes off the table, “give this to her! just to be courteous.” you hum, carefully wrapping the ribbon around the stems before handing the mini bouquet to yoongi

yoongi blinks at the mini bouquet before taking it cautiously from your fingers, “courteous?”

“mhm. it is valentine’s day today, after all.” you nod, smiling lightly when you notice yoongi’s cheeks starting to get a little pink, “and if you’re feeling extra courteous, you can even do this-”

yoongi’s eyes pop open when you suddenly lean over and plant a big kiss on his cheek, his face instantly going bright red, “y/n!”

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➳ ceo!yoongi; it’s valentine’s day and yoongi & y/n are still very much in love with each other 

“i have to admit that this flavour isn’t actually half bad.” yoongi hums, scooping up a little spoon of ice cream before bringing it up to his mouth, “but the vanilla frozen yogurt is still the best choice here.”

“low-fat, low-fun, old man.” you remind him, reaching up to wipe the chocolate syrup off the corner of your mouth, “but i’m glad you mustered up enough courage to try something new this time!”

yoongi branched out and decided to try the strawberry-chocolate flavoured frozen yogurt because this is his version of spicing things up

in his eyes, he’s an unhinged man tonight!

“you’re just being a hater- you and your ridiculous red-velvet-cake and chocolate syrup nightmare-”

you watch fondly as yoongi continues to rattle off about your questionable choice in ice cream while he scrapes at the side of his cup

the man you love and whose child you birthed hates ice cream and somehow you’re still very much in love with him

“so what else do you have planned for tonight?” you ask, yoongi looking up at you from his cup

you don’t know if maybe it’s because you’re getting old and you like to go to sleep early now but you wouldn’t mind calling it a night after dessert

you had fish tacos for dinner - because of course you did - and now you’re having ice cream for dessert at your favourite parlour in the same booth where yoongi kissed you for the first time - because of course you are

everything about tonight has been perfect and now all you want to do is go home 

yoongi pauses, his eyes narrowing slightly

“well, i was thinking that maybe we could…” he drops the little plastic spoon into his cup before pushing it aside, folding his hands on the table and leaning forward

“we could…?” you ask innocently as you fold your arms up on the table and lean in as well, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth

“you know…” yoongi tilts his head, eyes flickering down to your lips for a brief moment before he looks back up at you “…buy a couple extra-large pints of ice cream to bring home?” he smiles knowingly, “they’re having a valentine’s day discount!”

“min yoongi... that is…” you reach across the table to squeeze yoongi’s wrist, “hands-down the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

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➳ uni!yoongi: it’s valentine’s day and y/n knows the way to yoongi’s heart 

“in my opinion, valentine’s day is silly. it’s an overly commercialized holiday where large corporations take advantage of lovey-dovey couples who are willing to spend thousands and thousands of dollars on each other just to show each other how much they care, you know?” yoongi sighs, watching as you continue to rummage through your backpack, “like, i don’t need one day out of the year to show you how much i care about you when i care about you literally everyda- OOH, a present!” his eyes immediately light up when you pull out a box with his name written on the tag and you can’t help but snort at how quickly he’s changed his tune

“i just want you to know that if you don’t like these, i can totally go back and return them…” you clear your throat, watching as yoongi enthusiastically tugs at the ribbon before tossing it over his shoulder like a madman, “okay, you know you have to pick that up later-”

you’re pretty sure he stopped listening to you like three seconds ago but whatever

“y/n, you could give me a chunk of dirt and i’d still like-” yoongi takes the lid off, a wide grin suddenly stretching over his face, “no way! this is way cooler than a chunk of dirt!”

!!!

they’re a new set of wheels!

for his skateboard!!!!

they’re see-through with little red hearts sprinkled throughout the resin which isn’t usually the style he goes for but nonetheless these are going to look so sick!!!

“they’re new wheels for your skateboard!” you smile, watching as yoongi brushes the shreds of tissue paper off of them, “i know that little red hearts aren’t your thing, but they’re my thing and i thought it’d be nice because you could match with my scrunchie…” you trail off shyly, reaching up to rub the back of your neck, “but, yeah… if you don’t like them, i can return them for something cooler! they had ones with flames painted on them-!”

you don’t get a chance to say anything else before yoongi’s reaching over to grab the leg of your chair so he can yank you towards him for a kiss

“i love them-” yoongi beams, nudging his nose against yours before pulling away, “plus, i needed a new set of wheels so this is great.”

he takes another second or two to admire his new wheels before suddenly looking up at you, “now i feel like my present is super lame compared to yours…”

“oh, don’t be like that.” you frown playfully before bouncing up and down a little in your chair, “what’d you get me??”

“do you remember that polaroid picture we took over christmas?” yoongi asks, twisting in his seat so he can grab his bag, “the one of us sitting by the christmas tree in your apartment?” he pulls a brown paper bag out and hands it to you and you take it with greedy little raccoon hands 

you’ve been looking forward to this all week

obviously you loved his present last year but you have a feeling you’re going to love this year’s present even more!

“mhm. i love that photo! i stuck it on the fridge, remember?” you ask, carefully peeling the tape off and folding the strip in half before setting it on the table

“well, i sent it to this person on etsy…” yoongi trails off, waiting for you to pull his gift out before making his announcment, “…and they turned it into a little keychain!”

!

omg

you can’t help but coo at the miniature polaroid, smoothing your finger over the surface

“oh, yoongi…” you giggle softly, pinching at the little red heart charm attached to the chain before looking up at him, “i love it! this is such a thoughtful present…”

“ah, it’s nothing…” yoongi murmurs, averting his gaze before shrugging, “i just thought it’d look nice on your keys, that’s all.”

“it’s going to look very nice on my keys. thank you, yoongi.” you lean forward to give him a peck, yoongi humming happily as you do so 

“also, before i forget-” he perks up, “i found these and had to get them-” he turns and starts digging into his bag again before pulling out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs (it’s white with red hearts because that seems to be a recurring theme here), “you know, i’ve just been going through an etsy phase. there’s so much cool stuff on there!”

you zip your backpack up before turning back to face yoongi 

“yeah, there’s a lot of stuff you can find on et- yoongi-!” your eyes nearly roll out of your skull at the sight of him twirling a pair of handcuffs around his finger, “oh my god, put those away!“ you hiss, looking around frantically before reaching over to try to grab them from him only for yoongi to raise his arm up  

“what? you keep slipping out of the scrunches so i figured it was time to upgrade to something more secure.” the corner of yoongi’s mouth twitches in a smirk, “and the best part about these was the free shipping-”

“put them away-!”

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➳ mechanic!yoongi: it’s valentine’s day and yoongi won’t pay attention to y/n

“yoongi…” you sigh, placing your hands on your hips as you gently kick at yoongi’s feet, “c’mon, pay attention to me!”

you have a surprise for him and he was supposed to take a break like an hour ago!

“gimme one second, doll…” yoongi trails off, his voice muffled from where he is under the car, “i just have to do this-”

“you could be doing something else right now-” you grumble, reaching down to pick at a piece of lint off the jumpsuit you’re wearing

you bought a very pretty lingerie set a month ago in preparation for valentine’s day and you would really appreciate it if yoongi would spare you one second to notice that you’re wearing one of his jumpsuits (which already should’ve raised a red flag for him, but for some reason it didn’t) and underneath this grubby jumpsuit is a very pretty bra and an even prettier pair of panties!

it’s navy blue to match the jumpsuit and it even has little ribbons sewn onto the thigh garters which you know for sure he’s going to be a big fan of

“you said one second like ten minutes ago…” you whine quietly, hoping that yoongi can hear the pout in your voice so he’ll finally wheel out from under this damn car, “don’t you wanna know what your surprise is?”

“i do, baby, but i’m almost done…” yoongi’s hand shoots out from under the car to blindly reach for a wrench and you nudge it towards him with your foot, “thank you, pretty girl…”

“you can’t call me that if you’re not even looking at me.”

you know he’s beefing up the nicknames right now because he knows you love it when he calls you all sorts of terms of endearment and you’re trying noT to let that butter you up but there’s something about the way he says baby that just makes your tummy tingle

...

what were you doing again? 

you shake yourself out of your trance before crossing your arms stubbornly, “you know what? maybe i’ll go and show namjoon what’s under this jumpsuit since you’re obviously a little too busy for me right now- NAMJOON, i need you! can you come out here for a second?”

“mm, you can show namjoon first and then i swear i’ll be done after- wait, under the jumpsuit-?!”

you hear a thud and a low ‘ow, fuck-’ before yoongi suddenly rolls himself out from underneath the car, scrambling up from the ground frantically, “did you say under the jumpsuit?” he asks, reaching up to wipe his face with the back of his hand only to smear more grease across his cheek

“i did.” you nod, placing your hands on your hips again before taking a step back, “and i would let you find out what’s under it for yourself, but your hands are very dirty so you’re not coming anywhere near me- anyways, if you weren’t so busy doing whatever it is you’re doing to that car-” yoongi’s eyelids flutter rapidly when you yank the jumpsuit open in one swift move, his mouth immediately going dry at the sight of… holy shit- “you could’ve been busy doing me.”

“i could’ve-” yoongi chokes, his eyes unable to look away from your chest, “i could’ve been do- we could- yeah, i can definitely do something else right now-”

oh, wow

it matches the jumpsuit and everything 

...he wants to rip it off of you using his teeth.

“y/n! did you call for me?”

“joon! yeah, i was wondering what you thought about this-” you’re about to turn around to see if namjoon will appreciate your present more than your own boyfriend, yoongi lunging forward immediately to keep you from literally flashing namjoon, “yoongi-!” it’s only a second later that you feel yourself being lifted up and practically thrown over yoongi’s shoulder, your head spinning for a second at the sudden movement

“namjoon, there you are!” yoongi clears his throat before gesturing back to the car, “also, could you check on the- uh, the thing for me? the thing i was doing? to make sure it’s working?”

“yoongi, put me down, you lunatic-!”

“what? i don’t-” namjoon blinks owlishly when yoongi slaps a wrench down onto his palm, “i don’t know what you were doing, i’ve been in the office this whole ti-”

“great, thanks!” yoongi gives him a hearty slap on the shoulder before brushing past him, namjoon turning to look as he trots off towards the office with you still hanging over his shoulder

“do not get any grease on me, you brute-!”

why would he-

oh

oh.

“yoongi-” namjoon clears his throat, “remember to hang a bandana on the doorknob this time!”

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➳ balletteacher!jimin: it’s valentine’s day and jimin & y/n have to be more careful next year

“okay, i know you told me not to get you anything for valentine’s day, but i couldn’t help myself.”

“jimin…” you turn to glance at him over your shoulder as you continue blindly rummaging through your duffle bag, “i told you i didn’t need anything!”

“but it’s valentine’s day!” jimin argues, shutting the closet door before spinning around on his heels with a cheeky grin, “and they’re just flowers!”

“yeah, but knowing you, they were probably really expensive flowers-” you tease, getting up from the ground before dusting your knees off, “and you didn’t have to get me a whole bouquet, i would’ve been perfectly fine with a single rose like last year-”

“i’m allowed to spend however much money i want on you-” the two of you walk towards each other until you’re standing in the centre of the room, jimin reaching into the bouquet to adjust the little note tucked into the centre of it, “now, i was going to go with roses, but i saw these red gardenias and thought they’d be the better option because i got you roses last year. plus, roses are a little cliché this time of year, don’t you think?”

to: y/n - there’s not enough space on this card to write a lot so happy vday i hope u know how much i care about u

“aw, jimin…” you giggle, unable to fight the grin off of your face after you read the endearing handwritten note, “happy valentine’s day to you too.”

jimin’s eyes widen in surprise when you suddenly pull a little heart-shaped box out from behind your back with a small giggle

“what? i thought you said you didn’t get anything for me?” jimin gasps, tilting his head before taking the box from you, “sneaky!”

“i know. i lied.” you crinkle your nose as you shake the box gently, “i customised it too and chose all your favourite flavours!”

“that’s very thoughtful of you, darling-” jimin smiles softly, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you towards him, “i can’t wait to-”

“mr. park, i think i left my-” you immediately spring away from jimin when the door suddenly swings open and smacks against the wall, “oh-!”

“seulgi!” jimin clears his throat, his grip tightening on the bouquet, “hello!”

“what’s… going on…?” seulgi trails off, eyes narrowing suspiciously at the bouquet of gardenias that both you and jimin are still holding onto, “are those flowers?”

“uh…” you look back over at jimin and the two of you exchange brief glances of pure panic, “yes! these flowers…” you trail off, your brain working overtime to come up with a believable reason as to why you and jimin look like you’re exchanging very romantic gifts, “are for everyone!” you chirp, grabbing the bouquet from jimin’s hands before spinning around to face seulgi with a smile, “mr. park wanted to give them out earlier but it slipped his mind so he asked me if i could hand them out to you guys!“

“oh my gosh, really?” seulgi gasps, bringing her fingers up to cover her mouth, “you know, i love gardenias-” she takes her bottom lip in between her teeth as she leans against the door frame, eyeing jimin dreamily,  “that’s so sweet of you, mr. park. we didn’t know you were planning on surprising us again! you really didn’t have to do this!”

“yes, i… really didn’t…” jimin forces a smile on his face, “but i did… because i just… care so much about all of you ladies on this special day…”

“what about the chocolates?” seulgi leans over a little, her eyes flickering down to the box in jimin’s hand

you twist around to look down at it

you knEW you should’ve saved it for later tonight!

now you don’t have flowers and jimin’s about to lose his chocolates!!

jimin pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek as he stares down at his precious box of chocolates given to him by his very lovely girlfriend that he was planning on sharing with his very lovely girlfriend later tonight

…god damnit.

“…the chocolates are also for you guys.” jimin looks back up at seulgi, trying his best not to look like he wants to strangle her for interrupting what would’ve been a sweet moment, “why don’t you call everyone back?”

“okay!” seulgi practically squeals, disappearing from the doorway in less than a second

a couple seconds of silence pass by before you slowly turn around to face jimin with a sheepish smile, jimin letting out a chuckle before shrugging at you 

“…happy valentine’s day?”

“happy valentine’s day.”

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➳ roommate!taehyung: it’s valentine’s day and taehyung can be romantic if he wants to be 

“dark chocolate… oh my god, is this lemon? ew!” taehyung frowns, swallowing the bite before shuddering and placing the other half of the chocolate back into the box, “who in their right mind wants to eat lemon gunk inside a piece of dark chocolate?”

“i got peanut butter chocolate, so i’m happy with my selection.” you hum, dusting your fingers off before peering into the box for another piece

“what?? i wanted peanut butter chocolate!” taehyung whines, picking up the pamphlet to look at the different flavours again, “damnit. there’s only one peanut butter chocolate!”

“hey, you ate the milk chocolate caramel and you know i like that one!”

“everyone likes milk chocolate caramel, y/n. you’re not special!”

“i know you’re just lashing out because you’ve been getting all the gross flavours, so i’m going to forgive you for saying that.”

“like, ten of these pieces look the same…” taehyung scowls and continues to flip through the pamphlet, “i want milk chocolate and almond but it looks exactly like this one that’s milk chocolate with some kind of whipped orange filling inside of it…”

long story short, the two of you have been sitting here for the last half an hour snacking on a big box of chocolates that you decided to splurge on instead of using up all of your money on an overly-expensive dinner

valentine’s day is nice and all but you and tae both agreed that you wouldn’t make a big deal of it

you had a discussion about valentine’s day and the conclusion of that conversation was that you’d go all out on your anniversary but just take it easy on valentine’s day

but then again… a lot of your friends who are also in relationships have been posting cute pictures all day long of them and their significant others

and you know that you literally said valentine’s day wasn’t a big deal but... but the giant teddy bears… and the beautiful bouquets of flowers… the shiny, twinkling jewellery… the fancy dinners at fancy restaurants… it all looks so nice! 

it’s not like you feel like you’re missing out on anything because the only thing that matters is that you and taehyung love each other blah blah blah anD you definitely don’t want to make it seem like you only care about materialistic things but it really makes you wonder if you and taehyung are just... bad at being a couple?

“are we bad at being romantic?” you ask out loud, turning to look at taehyung, “because we basically have no plans for the rest of the day besides gorging on chocolate and… well, gorging on more chocolate.”

“i don’t think we’re bad at being romantic. this is just… our version of romance!” taehyung shrugs, setting the pamphlet down before turning to face you as well, “everyone can celebrate today however they want to celebrate it, and we just so happen to be celebrating it like this!” he gestures to the two of you and the box of the chocolates

you’re wearing a grubby, stained sweatshirt and your fingers are sticky with chocolate and taehyung’s currently trying to fish a chunk of almond out from his molars 

you’re not sure what kind of romance this is but it’s definitely something

“yeah, i guess you’re right…” you trail off, picking at one of the empty paper wrappers in the box

“why do you ask?”

“ah, no reason. you’re right. i mean, i’m the one who said that valentine’s day was-” you clear your throat before dismissing him with a flick of your wrist, “yeah, nothing.”

taehyung’s shoulders droop slightly as he watches you pick at the chocolates with a slight frown on your face 

it’s not like he didn’t have anything planned for valentine’s day - as a matter of fact, he was going to get you one of those fancy buckets of roses that he sees all over instagram AND he was going to place a custom order for a whole bag of candy hearts with your guys’ initials on them - but then you mentioned one night that valentine’s day was kind of a goofy holiday and he immediately changed his mind 

“...okay, c’mon.” taehyung dusts his hands off before getting up off the couch, a couple paper wrappers fluttering onto the floor, “go and get changed.”

“what are you talking about?”

“you want romance? i can do romance! one time i folded a girl’s clothes the morning after, and if that doesn’t scream romance, i don’t know what-” taehyung pauses when he realises he probably shouldn’t be talking about his past girls in front of his current girl (also you’re giving him that look that screams i dare you to continue talking), “i… am going to change the subject now because i feel myself wandering into dangerous territory- the point is: why don’t you change into something a little less comfortable?”

“what- why?” you frown, taehyung reaching down to wrap his hand around your elbow and pull you up off the couch

“we’re going on an impromptu date night, that’s why!”

“all the restaurants in the city are probably fully booked already, though-” you shake your head, reaching down to pick your phone up, “i don’t know…”

“aw, c’mon. looking for a restaurant on one of the busiest nights of the year is all part of our valentine’s day fun!!” taehyung chirps, reaching up to pinch your cheek, “plus, if all else fails, we’ll come home and order takeout like we were originally going to - which will still be super fun and romantic, because everything we do is super fun and romantic. okay?”

a wide grin spreads on taehyung’s face when he notices the excited smile starting to twitch at the corner of your mouth

“…okay!” you giggle, taking tae’s hand as you bounce up and down on the balls of your feet, “okay, let’s go change-” you turn around, pulling tae along behind you, “i bought a new pair of boots and i’ve been dying to wear them out-”

“yay! also, i’m just letting you know now that after we come home i’m going to bone you so romantically that you won’t even know what hit you-”

“tae-”

“what?! you said you wanted romance!”

✨why don’t you explore the rest of the library while you’re here?

💫or perhaps you want something shorter to read?

🌟or something even shorter?

[skiyoosmi]

if fate permits

chapter twenty

a taste of his own medicine

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“Hey… uhm… I’m sorry. I’m not sure where to start because I’ve been the worst friend to ya for the past weeks. But I want to start with an apology, I guess… yer probably tired of hearing it, right? … it’s something I’ll never gonna be proud of, my pettiness, I mean… but yeah… I’m sorry, YN. I hope ya believe me when I say yer impo–”

Beep! You sighed, ending yet another voicemail from Atsumu. It’s been almost a week since you and your brother moved out of the apartment and ever since the day after that, your soulmate has yet to cease dropping more than three voicemails every single day.

It wasn’t that you haven’t caught sight of him at school; in fact, you see him everywhere. It’s just so happens that you couldn’t help but avoid him like a plaque. You think he knows it though and you’re actually glad that he’s trying to respect your space (except for the endless ringing of your phone which only gets sent straight to voicemail every time, much like today). Which is why right now, you only stared at his contact, contemplating whether you will entertain his ‘apology.’ He sounds like he regrets it, after all and the fact that you only have less than 10 days before your flight wasn’t helping the situation.

“You know, if you keep having a soft heart like that, I’m betting a hundred bucks you won’t get too far once you become a famous writer. A lot of people will take advantage of you, you know. And don’t even get me started with those haters that disguise themselves as critiques,” Speaking of the devil, Kiyoomi suddenly spoke up, his figure leaning against the doorway of your room, much like the pose your father had when you were leaving your previous apartment.

Hundred bucks, you begin to think, where the hell would your jobless ass get a hundred bucks? You won’t tell him that verbally, of course; you value your life too much to even risk being strangled by your brother’s own hands.

“What do you mean soft heart? Where’d you even get the idea that I’m going to talk to him, doofus!? No way, he needs to learn his lesson,” You huffed, turning to him with an eyebrow raised, as if challenging him. He scoffed, entering your room, and sitting on your bed. You were kind of surprised he did given that your room was still messy as hell; but once again, you opted to keeping your mouth shut.

“It’s written all over your face, dear sister. Plus, you’ve said that a million times already I’m actually tired of hearing it now. After all these years, you think I don’t memorize every habit you have?” He replied, hands taking some of the clothes that were still stored in a brown carton and beginning to fold them neatly before standing up and putting it into your closet. He really does take after your father, from appearances to characteristics, “Your eyes, they speak to me the loudest, telling me every bit of your feelings. In fact, I’m kind of puzzled Atsumu never found out through them. But then again, it just supports the truth that he’s as dumb as he could get.”

This boy doesn’t really miss a chance to voice out his disfavor for your soulmate, huh? You wonder what is it that made him dislike… no, wait dislike was an underestimation… rather, loath Atsumu to the core. Bad first impression? No, your brother was not that petty. Did they have a fight you never knew about? If Atsumu and him ever fought, you were sure as hell you’d be the first one to know, seeing as your best friend practically whines and complains at you at every single thing in his life… so why?

“He hurt you and not just once. It’s not supposed to be my business but technically speaking, you are my sister before you were his soulmate and that’s all I needed to dislike him,” said Kiyoomi, continuing to fold your clothes as if what he said was practically nothing. Was he a mind-reader? You don’t know but perhaps, you could try to convince him to start up a fortune-telling business with you and earn millions.

“… You’re so creepy, ‘Yoomi,” You spoke up after a few moments of silence while he sneered, obviously not pleased with your comical reply, “Forget it! God, it’s so hard to have a serious talk with you.”

You only pursed your lips before bursting out into laughter, making him glare at you before his eyes softened. He hasn’t heard that pure laughter in a long time, after all. For some odd reason, he is proud that it was him that made you happy again like that, even for just a short while. After watching you work on something he doesn’t really know what, probably for the play, (it’s a relief you still have a smile on your face while you were on it though), he stands up, stopping by the doorway again when he heard you speak, “Thanks for being there, ‘Yoomi. Can’t imagine my life without my best brother.”

Kiyoomi knows he’s far from being the best brother in the world; he wasn’t expressive, sweet nor overprotective… but hearing those words from you means he’s at least good and somehow, he’s fine with that. He remains quiet before saying, “You know, your friend Hajime, I think he’s nice.”

He doesn’t say anything more, but he knows that his words reached you; he didn’t miss the way you blushed, after all. He takes note of making you flustered more often.

Osamu grumbles under his breath in annoyance, clenching then unclenching his hands as he watched Yui cling onto his brother’s arm like there was no tomorrow. Doesn’t this girl have any decency left in her blood? They were in the public cafeteria of the university, good heavens! And they haven’t even officially became soulmates AND a couple.

The last thing he wanted on his agenda today was to become a third wheel, much less to his brother; and the fact that it’s not even with you, the true soulmate, his favorite Sakusa (he won’t let Kiyoomi know that though), and best drinking buddy, makes it more unbearable for the gray-haired lad. He could only scowl so hard at his twin, who on the other hand, remained unmoved. At least that’s what Osamu sees but unbeknownst to him, Atsumu just wishes he could go and find you as soon as possible.

He has had enough of you averting your gaze each time you catch each other’s eyes at the theater room. According to his brother, your flight is in ten days which means he only had a few more days to make your friendship right; to make it up to you and prove that you are, indeed, an important figure in his life (cue Osamu’s mocking last night when they talked: “HAH!? You sure do have a peculiar way of showing her that she’s important. You’re making me want to laugh and choke you at the same time.”)

“Oh! Iwaizumi-kun, Tooru and… Sakusa YN?” Yui trails off, making the blonde perk up at the sound of your name, turning his body quickly only to find you already looking back at them with… disappointed eyes? As quickly as it came, it disappeared and soon, you were smiling and waving at Osamu, completely ignoring your “best” friend. Atsumu can only stare at you in disbelief; never, not even once, had you disregarded his existence like that before. Even when you had small arguments, you made sure to acknowledge him with a simple nod.

In addition to your indifference, Hajime only furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at Yui’s greeting, as if he doesn’t know Yui at all, not even as an acquaintance. Hence, the three of you only proceeded to the table Makki, Mattsun and your brother saved for you.

“Eh? Iwaizumi… ignored me?” Yui frowned, obviously not used to being disregarded by the boy who used to give her a greeting every time they come across each other. As far as she could remember, they ended their bond in good terms, without anyone having to feel angry at the other so why is it that he acted that way? Did he hold a grudge after all?

Meanwhile, Atsumu gazed into nothing, your sad eyes flashing into his mind and staying there. Have you given up on him already? Did his nightmare that day actually came true? His trail of thoughts was cut off with Osamu’s voice speaking with amusement plastered on his face, “ooh, a taste of his own medicine, huh YN?”

He smirks, finding his brother’s suffering oddly satisfying. He too, like Kiyoomi, has his limits as to Atsumu’s undesired talent of hurting you (he knows the blonde was also suffering but you know, it just really gets on his nerves how blind his twin could get). So right after saying that, he stands up, picking up his tray that holds his food and beginning to walk where your table was.

“Samu! Where are you going?” The said lad looks back at his blonde twin weirdly before shrugging, “YN and Kiyoomi’s table, where else? You can’t expect me to stay on the table with you two, it’s weird.”

“So… you really can’t remember anything about your soulmate? Like who it is or something?” Oikawa asked, staring at Hajime’s hands, as if he’d be able to see anything on his pinky. Unfortunately for him, the ex-captain was not given the ability to be a Moira so he wouldn’t be able to see any changes no matter how long or hard he looks. The spiky-haired lad merely groans, feeling a headache coming due to his dear friend’s pestering, “Yes. I told you that already. I just woke up, saw my thread black and now, I can’t remember anything about who it is.”

“But you can remember us? It’s just the soulmate stuff you forgot?”

“Well, I’m talking to you right now, am I not, you dumbass?” Hajime snarled; an inch close to punching his best friend in the face. Beside him, you look down, feeling the sadness and heartbreak for him because even those feelings were lost the moment he woke up. If you let go of Atsumu, will this also happen to you? You can only give a pathetic laugh at your silly question; of course, it will. You weren’t some kind of special Moira that will be exempted from that ‘curse.’ But you wonder, how would he react? Would he be sad? Or would he just forget about you too and just throw everything you had away? It seems so easy for him to do that, after all.

Now that you witness what’s gonna happen upon cutting the thread, a part of you somehow wishes you should’ve just told him when it was still early, when you were still young and problem-free. Maybe he would’ve given you a promise like those in the movies wherein he says he would marry you once you get older. Maybe he would’ve been able to love you if you could’ve just given him a chance to do so. But it’s your fault, isn’t it? Because you were a coward; you were so greedy for true love that you can no longer have it, you think to yourself.

In the midst of your rather negative thoughts, a warm hand pulls you away from mentally beating up yourself further. Looking up, you find Hajime looking at you with soft eyes, as if assuring your heart that: “You’ll be fine. I’m here. I’ll keep you safe.”

Maybe… just maybe, the universe has given you another chance for true love.

marga's notes. I HAVE FOUND A NEW HUSBAND AND HIS NAME'S BENIMARU SHINMON

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Nervous Wreck-Louis Partridge

Summary: Dating famous actor Louis Partridge and being scared about the fans disliking you. You almost break up over the drama but Louis convinces you to stay. 

Requested: Yes

Warning: None

Words-1109

A/N- Thank you so much for requesting @arianagrandes-things​. I hope you like your imagine. 

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Your POV

I was spending my time in my apartment when I got really bored all of a sudden. I wanted to call Louis but I knew he was on set filming for the role he got in Enola Holmes. I then just decided to go on Instagram and found I had lots of comments on my recent picture I posted of  Louis and I since I was missing him a lot today. I looked at all the comments and a lot of them were hate comments. I read them and started tearing up because a lot of people were saying how Louis should break up with me because I am not good enough for him. I wanted to throw my phone, but I kept getting more deeper into the comments where I couldn’t stop looking at them. It wasn’t until Louis waved his hand while saying my name that got me to snap out of my daydream. 

“ Hey darling, you okay. What’s wrong? Why are you in tears?” He asked me 

I looked at him and broke down in tears again. I looked down, but felt the couch sink in and arms pull me into his chest. It took me a while to calm down, but I eventually got my breathing back to normal. I felt him lift my chin and made me look at him in the eyes. Before he said anything he kissed me on the lips gently so I wouldn’t break down again. Once he pulled away he asked me the same question.

“ What’s got you so down my darling angel?” 

I took a shaking breath and told him about all the comments on my post. He asked if he could look at them and I nodded while giving him my phone. I laid on him while he was looking. After about 20 mins I felt his eyes on me again, so I lifted my head and waited for him to say something.

“ Don’t listen to them.” 

“ But...” I started

“ But nothing, they're just jealous of you dear. Please don’t let them get to you.” 

I nodded my head and lied back down to give him a hug that I know I needed after the conversation. 

‘Next Day’

I woke up and moved around but fell to the floor with a huge bang. I heard someone start laughing. I looked up and saw Louis staring right at me from the couch. 

“ Haha, very funny.” I mocked 

“ Yea it was. That was so funny. Also thanks for the wake up call.” 

I got up off the floor by myself and headed to change into a different set of clothes to wear. Once I was down I looked around the apartment for my phone, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. 

“ LOUIS!” I shouted 

“ WHAT!” he yelled back

I made my way over to him and asked...

“ Have you seen my phone anywhere?” 

He shrugged his shoulders. I groaned at his response. 

“ Can you call it.” I asked 

He proceeded to call it and I heard the ringing, but I could pinpoint where it was coming from. I then looked right at Louis and heard it coming from underneath him. I looked at him with wide eyes. 

“ Give me it back you idiot.” I said

“ No, can do pumpkin.” He said 

I rolled my eyes and said “ Louis please I need to look at something.” 

“ I know what you're going to look at.” 

I huffed in protest and crossed my arms over my chest and pouted. 

“ You can pout all you want but I am not giving it back so you can cry over mean comments from haters that are just jealous you are.” 

“ But...what if they are saying is true. What if they find a way to make us hate each other and we break up. What if...” 

“ Slow down darling. Nobody will break us up and if they try we will know it’s not true because we have trust and faith for each other.” 

“ But the drama’s already bad, maybe we should break up Louis.” 

He looked at me with sad eyes. “ What?” 

“ I am just saying. What if we take a small break so the fans can be happy.” 

“ Baby, please don’t just dump our 2 years relationship down the drain. We love each other no matter what. Who cares about the drama that’s going on. I don’t want anybody else but you Y/n. You're my number one girl, number one fan. I can’t do this without my partner and crime by my side.” 

I didn’t know what to say after he just confessed why we should stay together. I was a crying mess. Louis was on the verge of crying so I decided to sit in his lap and cuddle him so we both can get the same amount of attention. I kissed the top of his head when I felt him shaking due to the crying he was doing. We spent hours sitting on the couch together. 

“ Baby, I promise to protect you from all the mean people in the world even if I can’t physically hurt them I can pass it though online.” 

I smiled at his thoughts, I then led in and kissed his soft perfect lips and held them there for a while. I felt him smile and pull closer to him by my waist. Louis pulled away first and rested his forehead on mine and said...

“ You are the only girl that I would love and want to keep forever. Don’t let the fans get to you and if they do come find me or just call me. I am always here for you even if I am busy. I am a phone call away dear. I love you with all my heart.” 

When he was done I was again in tears. Louis looked at me and looked worried, 

“ Y/n/n I didn't mean to make you cry, I wanted you to be happy.” 

I smiled and said, “ I am happy.” 

“ Then why are you crying all of a sudden.” He asked concerned

“ These are happy tears.” I stated

He nodded his head and cuddled me and put a movie on so we can spend some quality time with each other. Well he wanted to just hold me and make me feel better from all the social media drama.

[dianapana]

SH Day 2: Fashion Statement

Modern AU, OOC

@sasuhinamonth

Bullies exist everywhere you look, in school, at work, on the street and most of all, on the internet. Countless bullies hide behind the anonymity the internet provides them in order to bring down strangers for no apparent reason. But there is always a reason, jealousy, an inferiority complex, a superiority complex, or plain and simple the bully is a pile of trash and no one should call it a human being. One of the worst things one can do when being active on social media is read the comments, because no matter how many positive comments there are, one bad comment outweighs them all. Scrolling through my Instagram I see the perfect example of this issue. Hinata is barely an acquaintance, I have not seen her since middle school almost a decade ago, she’s not active on any social media, or at least she wasn’t until today. The picture in front of me brings back all of my past thoughts of her, how pretty her face looked, how refreshing and pleasant her lower voice tone was; out of most people I was aware of at the time, she was one of the least annoying. The only thing that bothered me at times was her meek demeanour, how easy she’s fold under the pressure of bullies; and it would appear that she had not changed in that particular category.

The picture was there, I liked it, I looked through the comments, I saw all the negative ones, I saw them misgendering her due to her short hair and baggy clothes, I saw them calling her names; and then there was nothing, because the picture no longer existed. Much like in school, the bully applied pressure on her, and she caved in on herself and chose to hide.

I wish I had taken a screenshot of the picture to post myself, but that would have been an invasion of privacy. She looked older and more mature, her hair was much shorter than in middle school, almost a buzz cut. She had always worn baggy clothes, but her style developed to streetwear, all in all, the picture was, in my opinion, a work of art. But as soon as it appeared, it disappeared. I can’t explain why it bothers me this much the fact that she took it down, but it just does.

I hate all the entitled fucks that think people own them anything. Females do not own them femininity, males don’t own them masculinity and gender non-conforming people don’t own them an androgynous appearance. Gender and fashion style are different issues, they can reflect each other or not. People use clothes for various reasons, as art, as means of expression, or they use them to hide. We talked about this during one of my courses in gender studies in university and it fucked with my brain how many people, young people that are supposably ‘woke’ heard that for the first time. I was shocked how many were unaware of things that I consider common sense.

I have the urge to reach out, assure her that the shit those incompetent fucks commented is the furthest thing from fact. Maybe I also feel guilt, because I was aware she was bullied in school and never helped, my apathy always made me so sure that it had nothing to do with me. It wasn’t my issue to fix, it wasn’t my battle to fight, and this isn’t either; but I’ve also learned to understand that being quiet might not be as hurtful as actively attacking the person, but it’s damn near close enough. So, I click on her blank profile and shoot her a short message. ‘the pic looked nice. U didn’t have to delete it just cuz some ppl don’t know what style is’

It was partly to comfort her, and partly to prove to myself that I’ve become better even in the slightest. I press the lock button on my phone and the screen turns black, I put it screen down on my bed and leave the room trying to fool myself and the universe that I don’t care if she replies or not.

I return to my work desk, continuing this charade, I am actively trying to not think about it, but the more I try not to think about it, the more I think about it. There is something about a 24-year-old Hinata looking the way she does, yet listening to haters, that just doesn’t sit well with me. I’m still in deep thought about the issue when my laptop dings, letting me know I received an email. I half expect it to be Hinata, but it’s work-related and my focus turns to that for the time being. Work keeps me busy for the remaining of the day, enough to push the whole issue out of my mind for real. In a blink of an eye over 9 hours have passed.

I wasn’t able to fully finish everything I wanted, due to some issues but I have to call it a day, since I worked overtime quite a lot. I go back to my bedroom and pick up my phone ready to order some delivery for the night when I see that Hinata responded.

“That was very thoughtful of you, thank you for the kind message.”

“I agree that I shouldn’t let myself be brought down, but it’s devastating in the moment.”

“I’ll try again.”

Her last message makes me click back on her profile to see that she reposted the picture with the caption saying ‘fuck you’. A sense of pride flows into my body, and I can’t fight the urge to comment as well, ‘fuck them all’. I go back to our little chat.

“Im glad u decided to post it again.”

I’m trying to formulate a compliment that doesn’t sound weird, I don’t feel like we are close enough for me to call her beautiful or pretty without it sounding like I am flirting, stunning sounds extreme, sexy and hot feel somewhat disgusting; yet all these five adjectives describe her, because she is beautiful, pretty, stunning, hot and sexy. I’m in the midst of this internal battle when I receive a reply.

“I am too. Thank you again”

I don’t feel like I deserve thanks, so I decide not to write back ‘you are welcome’, but I still want to compliment her so I click back to look at the picture, seeing whether having the picture in front of me will help. I’m lowkey annoyed when I get a notification that I have a new message from her, I am hell bound on finding a compliment and she is hell bound on stopping me. Either way, I click on the message, but upon reading it, my annoyance dies.

“I’m actually in Konoha for the first time in forever. I was thinking…if you maybe want to meet up? I’m here for a month, let me know if and when is a good time for you 😊”

Under normal circumstances, an invitation to ‘hang out’ from any former classmate be it elementary, middle or high school would annoy me further and I’d turn it down immediately. But for some reason, the idea of meeting Hinata after so many years, seeing what she is up to, interacting with her now as adults, makes me oddly enthusiastic. I reply before I can overthink the issue.

“Sure, we can meet, I’m free every Wednesday and throughout the weekend.”

Her reply is almost instant. “That’s perfect! See you Saturday” Reading her message makes me forget what day it is, so I have to look at my phone’s calendar; Saturday is the day after tomorrow, in less than 48hs I will see Hinata. My feelings are conflicted, they lay somewhere between nervousness, which is new, and giddiness, which is even newer. In order to calm myself, I do what I always do, set a goal. By Saturday I’ll have an appropriate compliment for the picture and her, it will have more impact if I say it face-to-face anyway, yes that’s the reason I want to see her, so I can feel as if I completed this little mission of mine, no other reason…

[missnxthingg]

Got a angst request with Tom x reader. Reader lost quite a bit of weight and noticed how people treat her differently based on her looks and feels insecure and scared of getting closer to Tom thinking he’s the same as everyone and won’t like her personality

A/N: I’m so sorry I took too long to get to your request. It’s just that I started college this year, and it’s been really hard to write now, even though I miss it so much. Now that I’m quarantining, I get much more free time to write since I don’t have to spend two hours on the subway home, and there are many things that don’t take a lot of my time as before. But I’m still studying, and it’s still hard to write. Also, I wrote this for at least three times? Didn’t like any of the versions, but I liked this one better, and I hope you like it.

Words: 3.7K

Pairing: Tom Holland x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, low self-esteem and really cute.

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TALK TO ME

Self love is hard for you, and for years you haven’t been gentle with yourself and your body. Looking in the mirror and not enjoying what you’re seeing is the hardest thing in the world, especially when you cry your heart out about it for hours. It’s been like this since you were much younger, and it only grew up with you, following you through all your life, including when you started in acting. It became pretty hard to deal with your own body, and always having eyes on you, commenting about every single curve of your body.

That way you concluded that you wanted to lose weight, not because of anyone else, but yourself. This was something that needed to be done for your self esteem’s sake. It wasn’t like you weren’t eating at all, but now you were eating healthier and it even made you feel better. Trading late night burgers for homemade healthy food was definitely life changing for you. In time, it started to show differences in your body, and people starting to notice.

It’s so funny to watch people treat you differently once they start noticing your loss of weight. Before everything, your aunts were always commenting about your body, now they were always complimenting you. Guys didn’t even talk to you when you were out clubbing with your friends, now they were always checking you out. But the biggest difference was in work, and that’s the thing you noticed the most. Movie industry can be the worst when it comes to bodies, and it was probably one of the biggest reasons you wanted to do what you did. It was almost like magic, because now people really payed attention to you. In a few months, you were wanted to be casted in many movies and TV shows just because you were all over the media with some new paparazzi bikini candids during a vacation in Mexico.

But of course, haters never rest. Even though you were feeling much more confident, they would always be around just to tell how much you’ve changed and wasn’t the same person as before, because your looks went up your head. You went from playing step sisters and nerds to playing a mean girl in some romantic comedy. It was something you always wanted to play, but the industry wouldn’t let you play if you didn’t have the most perfect body to do it. You even dyed your hair blonde for the character, which was a boost to people that were already saying you were such a superficial girl now.

As said before, self love is hard, and when it doesn’t come to your body, it comes to your personality. Doubts were all over the place all the time, and now you were questioning yourself if you really were a good person, or that maybe they were right. That’s why when you got a new role as the main character in a sci-fi movie, you weren’t so sure if you deserved it. Maybe they only wanted you because of your new body, not because of your work. But you shook it up and face it with a smile.

You woke up in the morning of your first day feeling so nervous you could throw up. It was normal to you, anxiety mixed with something new always hit you like a truck, but it was okay. You had your shower, a good breakfast to face the big day of working and put on some comfortable clothes, you because you would change into your character’s figurine soon. You were nervous, but you had a little boost of confidence, feeling it was going to be a good day. But soon that feeling was shattered. It wasn’t like the whole day was a complete shit, but it only took some words from one of your castmates to completely ruin the day.

The day started out nicely, people were nice there, and you got to meet a lot of people you knew that were a big deal in the industry, one of them being an Oscar winner and the other one a big Marvel star. When you met your screen partner and love interest in the movie, you got speechless. His name was Tom Holland and he played Spider-Man in Marvel movies, and also was everywhere in Hollywood right now. And he was really pretty, showing up with simple gym clothes, a messy hair that was needing a little bit of cutting, but was perfectly showing his curls. And he had a pretty smile too, one of the prettiest you’d ever seen. But if there’s one thing you never let yourself get dragged into was believing that people were nice just because of their looks, because of you own life experience, but Tom was genuinely a nice guy.

“Hi, I’m Tom, it’s nice to meet you.” He stood his hand in the air to greet you with a big smile on his face, giving you a comfortable vibe to just relax around him.

“I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you Tom.”

“I guess we’ll be working a lot together now. Because you know, we have a lot of scenes together.”

“Yeah, Cassie and Liam.” He bumped your shoulder gently and you smiled, feeling something in your guts.

Your first meeting with Tom was lovely, and you were already loving working with him. It wasn’t the same feeling you got when you met the girl that was supposed to be your sister on camera, Oscar winner, Ella Turner. Of course you knew who she was, and you loved the movie she got an Oscar for, so you were excited to meet her. Your first saw her during your first makeup test. She was in the trailer enjoying some coffee and sliding through her Instagram while waiting for the makeup artists. You cleaned your throat to announce you were there, but Ella didn’t even move a bit. You pressed your lips together and approached her, tapping her in the shoulder. She turned to you with a bored face, looking directly into you, taking all of you in.

“Hi, I’m (Y/N), you must be Ella.”

“Of course I am.” She grinned and arched her eyebrow. “You must be the girl that got my role in the movie.”

“Excuse me?” You asked, confused with her response.

“Yes dear. I wanted your role, but they chose you to do it, leaving me as a secondary sister instead. I don’t know why, because clearly I was the best choice, especially to attract the critics eyes to us. But of course, it’s so obvious why they chose you.” She turned back to her phone, as if she didn’t care who was in the room with her. She took a break, waiting for your response, but of course she didn’t get one. “Because you’re the new girl in every magazine with your new pretty body. So pathetic.”

“Uhm, okay. Sorry to steal your thunder.” You sat next to her, avoiding eye contact. You thought she’d be more charismatic, but now you were only thinking about how jealous she was of not getting the role. Bad comments were something you tried to avoid all the time, but they always echoed through your head, no matter how loud the music was playing in your eyes.

So first day of work, not so great. You tried to get Ella’s comments out of your head, but it took three full glasses of sangria to get it out of you. The second day was better, and you had a really nice lunch with some people in the cast and crew, that including Tom, who was really being very nice to you. Actually, he was the one that invited you to have lunch with them, seeing you were so alone on set.

You got to meet many other people that were going to work with you, one of them being Tom’s brother, Harry. And lunch was really sweet and funny, it made you day light up a little bit and it made you forget that you were going to have a long scene with Ella, and she wasn’t better today. The key of doing a great scene in a movie was connecting with the environment you were in, and the actors you were acting with. Ella didn’t make it easy, and you had to do the scene over and over again. And somehow, when she was around, the whole crew acted different with you, like you weren’t as important, and that made you feel really bad.

You couldn’t help but think that maybe she was right. You were only there because of your looks, not because you’re good enough to be in that role. And the second day was the one that ended up with you crying on your way home and devouring your feelings in food. Not so great as the night before.

But third day was good, probably because you had many scenes with Tom, and he made you laugh so hard you almost died without a breath. He really made you feel comfortable around him and was really nice to you. Actually, he was nice to everyone around, but that day he really gave you all the attention he could. He even shared his lunch with you, because his brother made too many food for him and Harry.

“So, he’s Harry twin brother?” Tom nodded and smiled while chewing his food. “Your family can literally do anything! You’re an actor, you dad’s a comedian, you mom and brother are photographers, and your other brother is a chef! It’s almost like you’re The Incredibles.”

“I am a very lucky guy when it comes to family. I even have a brother that cooks for me! That’s just… amazing, really.” You chuckled and leaned back in the table, taking some more food in.

“I miss my family. Because I can really be myself when I’m with them, and work is stressing me out too much. Ella isn’t an easy person to deal with.” You sighed and he nodded.

“I know, but maybe we’ll get a break soon. And hey, maybe you can come over and have dinner with my family, they would love to meet you.”

“Really? I don’t wanna bother.”

“You’re not gonna bother them, and my little brother Paddy loved you last movie. You were a great mean girl!” You smiled and sipped some more juice from your glass.

“Well, thank you! And I totally kicked-ass as a blonde.” He nodded, with a smile.

“Yeah, you did.”

In time, you got closer to Tom, more than you could imagine you being close to someone, and you started to have some feelings for him. Of course it was stupid, but you couldn’t help it! But the thing was that you’d never been in a relationship with anyone, just because of you insecurity with your own body. And now that you were feeling great about your body, but self doubting you talents and personality, it became even harder for you. A guy like Tom Holland wouldn’t like a girl like you.

Tom, in contrary, was really into you as well. He tried to get closer to you, but it was like you wouldn’t let him in. He tried to hard to connect with you in some other level, but you were a really hard person to deal with, and he wished you could just open up to him a little bit more. You knew everything about him, about his family, where he was from, what did he like, and even his pet peeves. But he didn’t know anything about you, and that was really bothering him.

One day, you had a really long day of work. Ella was as difficult to deal with as she could be, and Tom noticed that she was getting on your nerves, and that you were pissed, and only wishing that she would just shut up. He was getting out of his trailer to go home, when he saw you getting out of yours with a big bag on your hand, that seemed pretty heavy. He rushed to get to you and caught the bag from your hands.

“Ops, careful there!” Tom mumbled, picking the heavy bag up.

“Thank you.” You blushed as he started to walk along with you.

“You okay?” He asked, looking at you. You looked away, trying not to give away how you were feeling.

“Yeah, ‘m fine.” You mumbled, trying to avoid eye contact, but your voice tone gave it all away. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“Why don’t you stay at my place tonight? I live nearby, and I can cook to you.”

Tom had a point. You lived much far away from the studio than him, and would take forever driving there. He was living so close to the studio that he was taking taxis to get there everyday. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were too tired to drive home and cook for yourself. Maybe accepting his invite would be good for you. So you nodded and he pulled you over by the shoulder, hugging you from the side. Being with him was very comfortable, and you wanted to let yourself go a little bit more, but you were still holding yourself back just because you weren’t sure if he would really like you just the way you are.

He asked for your keys and drove your car to his home. You were both living somewhere that wasn’t your hometown, so that led both of you getting your own apartment in Los Angeles. His apartment was much smaller than yours. It was a small flat, with one bed, a small bedroom, kitchen and living room, with almost no walls. But the furniture was nice, since the couch was really big, and so was the bed. It was pretty different than your apartment, that was a little bigger than his, and had many rooms, with walls and everything.

“So this is my place. Not big, but it’s cozy.” He said, settling your bag in the couch.

“It’s nice.” You smiled to him and leaned against the kitchen counter.

“What do you want to eat?” He asked, walking to the kitchen and looking at what did he had to prepare for them to eat. “Forget it, we only have one option. Pasta.”

“Sounds good to me.” You giggled, too tired to have any other reaction. Tom glanced at you and gave you a sympathetic smile.

“You should take a shower to relax.” You nodded, yawning. “And them, we’ll talk about what’s bothering you.”

“Nothing is bothering me. I really am just tired.” You said, walking to his bedroom.

“Uhm… Right.” He said, totally not buying what you were saying to him. “You can borrow some clothes if you want to.”

“Okay.” You pressed your lips together, looking around his clothes to find something to wear, but the whole ´place was a mess. “Tom, I can’t find anything in here.”

“Oh fuck, I forgot how messy I am.” He ran to get to you and looked around for some clean clothes, such as a big tshirt, sweatpants and some clean boxers. “I swear these are clean, they just aren’t as organized.”

“It’s okay.” You laughed and nodded, picking a towel that was folded in a corner and jumping into the bathroom.

A shower was all you needed. It was like the hot water was able to remove every bad thing from your body. Suddenly you were too tired, but still, all you wanted was to lie down and eat something. The house was filled with the smell of homemade food. The shower was quick, and soon you slipped into Tom’s comfortable clothes, that were much bigger than you. Slowly, you returned to the living room, finding Tom already serving your food.

“Uhm, this smells so nice.” You said, sitting in the couch and waiting for him to finish. 

“I tried a little something. I know it’s not something so great as when my brother Sam was visiting, but I still can cook for surviving.” He left the plate in front of you and went to get his.

“This is okay.” You tried it on, feeling the good and hot food on your mouth. 

“So, are you going to tell me why have you been feeling really down lately?” He asked, sitting next to you. You didn’t reply, but it was like he could understand your lack of words. “Is there something bothering you?”

“It’s just… I’m tired, and I don’t wanna talk about this, okay? Can we talk about something else?”

“Okay. Uhm, what about telling each other funny stories? That always light up people’s mood.” He suggested and you nodded. “So I’ll start, alright?”

“Make me laugh Thomas.”

“So, you know my friend Harrison?” You nodded and he chuckled. “He was sleeping with one of my neighbors one afternoon, and her grandmother arrived home right when they were doing it. He had to jump out the window and hide in a tree, completely naked! And I was the one that went saving him, but I almost died in laughter that day.” He was laughing so hard, that it made you laugh as well.

“Oh God. This is how much boy try to get laid. Just pathetic, but funny.” You pointed and ate some more.

“Now, your turn.” You thought about it for a while, but nothing popped on your head, nothing that would actually look interesting to him. “Come on, (Y/N)!”

“I don’t have anything interesting to tell you! Sorry.” You fell into an uncomfortable silence until you finished the pasta. “Tom, talk to me.”“No, not as long as you don’t talk to me. I talk to you about everything, and somehow I still don’t know anything about you, not even what’s bothering you.”

“Tom, I…”“It’s okay, really. Maybe we should just go to sleep.” He got up and walked to his bed, without turning back.

“Tom, please, can we talk?”

“If you want it. I’ve been asking you what’s wrong all night, but you don’t seem like you wanna talk to me about stuff. I’ve been feeling that stuff for a while, but I never told you because we never were so close or anything.” He shrugged and sat in bed. You sat in front of him, hugging your legs.

“I’m so sorry you were feeling this way about me.” You started, trying to look at his eyes, but he was looking away. “I swear I want to talk about everything with you, but I’m scared you won’t like me, just like the others don’t.”

“What? Everybody loves you (Y/N).”

“That’s not true.” You let a small tear escape, but quickly wiped it off. “I’ve heard during my entire career that I’m not good enough, and going through changes in my body only made things worse, and I’m worried you won’t like me as much as I want you to.”

“I already like you darling, and what you’re saying is just bullshit. You’re so talented, and so pretty, and I bet you have many good things to show, but you won’t let me in. I’ve told you everything about me, and my family, and friends, but I still don’t know much about you.”

“Can we start over?” You asked, making him look back to you, and you both found each other with tears in their eyes. “Hi, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and I’m 23 years old, and I’m an only child, separated parents, I have body issues, and I’m not as confident with myself as I should, but I really like you, and I’m so glad that you’ve been treating me nicely, because you’re the first guy to do so, and I wanna open up to you this time, only if you promise not to completely abandon me after finding out the real me.”

“I cross my heart.” He searched for you hand, and your eyes, giving you a warm smile. “Just start by what’s bothering you.”

“She is an Oscar winner throwing things at my face everyday.” You admitted, and he nodded, tightening the grip on your hand. “She keeps reminding me that people only want me in their movies because of my body, and that everyone is saying that I changed because of that, and honestly it hurts so bad. I was try to overcome all of that, but it’s clearly taking the best and worst out of me.”

“I’m so sorry about Ella, but just so you know, I can feel that you’re amazing, and looks doesn’t matter. You know, I watched your first movie some day ago, and really, I thought you were even more beautiful back then. But I understand that you did it all to help you self-esteem, but I don’t think those mean things the media’s been saying about you are true, because you’re so funny and interesting, and you shouldn’t be afraid of being yourself.” He caressed your face, making you smile a little bit, feeling your heart warm up for the first time in a while. “And you deserve this role, and you deserve to be happy.

“Thank you Tom. I really appreciate that. And it feels really good to open up with you.” You smiled to him, giving full insurance to him that you were glad about everything that was happening.

“One more thing that’s not clear, but you told me that you really like me, and I was wondering if you really meant it.” He asked and you nodded, with an ashamed smile on your face. So you tried to hide it against his chest and he pulled you up. 

“God, I’m so embarrassed.” You mumbled against his chest and he held you, laughing hard.

“I really like you too.” He kissed the top of your held, making your heart almost explode. “And I like every version of you there is. And please, don’t hesitate on communicating. I wanna know everything about you.” You pulled back and left a smell peck on his lips. You kissed Tom many times on camera, but only a small kiss meant much more than all of those hot kisses for the movie.

“And you will, I promise. But right now, I need to sleep.” You yawned and he smiled, leaving another peck on your lips, pulling you down to bed.

“Come on, let’s rest, and we can talk tomorrow.” He brought her closer and adjusted himself to make you comfortable. “You okay?”

“Yes. Now I’m okay.” You mumbled with your eyes closed. “Good night Tom.”

“Good night, darling.”

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[p-redux]

You have been warned before. You are not helping Sam’s cause. Imagine being a love interest. Imagine googling Sam and find your crap I mean posts. Ok so Sam is hung up on his old GF Kate. Oh and sam is a man whore just whoring it up. Sam doesn’t treat his GF very well. Sam keeps his private life private for a reason. He doesn’t need or appreciate your “ help”.

Oh hi, my frothy Anon. It looks like you woke up this morning and decided “Today is the day I want my ass handed to me.” Here we go! 

Once again, you Extreme Shippers love to make up stuff in your heads and do a whole lot of projecting of your own demented ideas...NONE of which are based in reality. Let me ‘splain some things...

1. Been “warned?” Um, BWHAHAHAHAHA. By whom? No one except Extreme Shippers threatening me has warned me about anything. The fact that I’m here 6 years and counting should be proof of that. I run a blog where I post insider info tidbits for interested fans...just like thousands of others...there’s nothing to warn me about. 

2. If anyone dating Sam decides to Google him, instead of, you know, TALKING TO HIM DIRECTLY, they will find lots of LIES posted by assorted Extreme Shippers and haters, and in there somewhere, if they find my blog, they’ll see I have defended Sam AND the women he’s dated. I have always SUPPORTED Sam and his girlfriends. Unlike Extreme Shippers who have bullied and harassed them. 

BTW, there is no Sam “cause,” he’s doing juuuuust fine. Look at everything he’s accomplished and everyone loves him. Samshine was born under a lucky star. Go Sam!

3. Again with the reading comprehension issues, I never said Sam is hung up on his ex-girlfriend, Katie... that’s what the Anon wondered about. And I said the opposite, that Sam is not pining away for his ex, and that he’s been happy in relationships AFTER her. 

4. You will NEVER find one instance of me saying Sam is a manwhore---because I’ve never said it, nor do I believe he is. That’s YOUR judgmental opinion of Sam’s dating history. Sam is a normal guy. He’s had some long-term girlfriends and some short-term ones. He’s worked hard to get to where he is in Hollywood and is now enjoying the fruits of his labor, including being able to date a variety of beautiful woman. How is that bad? That’s a GOOD thing in my book. So, when I post about who Sam has dated, I’m simply posting verifiable FACTS. I cast no judgments. If people judge Sam for his dating history, then that says more about them than it does about Sam...or me.

5. “Sam doesn’t treat his GF very well.” Is that the voices in your head talking to you again, Anon? When the hell have I ever said that? NEVER. By all accounts Sam is a gentleman, romantic, fun, sexy, and has treated his girlfriends very well. And he’s been honest when he moves on. Even his ex Cody Kennedy’s mom said on Instagram that Sam and Cody ended their relationship in 2014 because Sam “went back to his old girlfriend in London,” (Abbie, who he then dated for most of 2015). So, that’s a guy who, when he decides to move on, TELLS the woman in question. Like a mature person. Cody’s mom also said something to the effect of Sam being “very nice and a gentleman whenever he would pick Cody up at the house” (Cody was still living with her parents when Sam dated her). And Cody’s mom said this AFTER Sam broke up with Cody to go back to Abbie. Does that sound like a man who doesn’t treat his girlfriends well? Heck, he treats the whole family well! :-)

6. As for my “help,” as I said, the intent of my blog has always been to provide fans who are interested, with insider info. No different than what other celebrity blogs do. It’s par for the course when you’re an actor and then become famous. People want to know about your life when you’re a celebrity. And the more your name is out there, the more visibility you have, and the more work opportunities you’ll get. And Sam knows this. I respect and admire Sam and I always speak positively of him and those he chooses to have in his life. TRUTH and FACTS, Anon

I know you Extreme Shippers don’t like to be reminded that Sam has never dated Cait, so any time I post his past or current dating history, you hit me up with these frothy Anons, but just save your breath because this is the response you will get every time.

[taenohana]

BTS is hypocritical (tw: depression, self-harm)

Okay, before anyone come at me and scream at me or accuse me of being a hater, hear me out. I realize the title may come off somewhat click-baity, but I promise you I have nothing but immense love towards the boys, and that I choose this title because it fits the whole essay I'm about to write.

Today, I went on a spree, reading opinions about why people dislike BTS or find them arrogant, and there is something I've noticed being mentioned a lot. That's right. It's that BTS is hypocritical.

Now most of the arguments are about them not practicing what they preach, most especially about "Love Yourself" and "Speak Yourself." This bothers me a lot because all eventually boils down to "They shouldn't tell people to love themselves if they themselves can't do it."

Let me tell you why this bothers me so, so much.

Basically, BTS is advocating for self-love and for voicing yourself and to speak up. The problem is they themselves are just 7 young men who haven't even reached 30 of age. As you can see in Burn the Stage or during Jin's speech that they almost disbanded, anyone can tell that they too struggle. Some members even spoke up about depression. Apparently, some people have said that this is somewhat hypocritical of them.

Now, I have issues with this sentiment because this screams like "You are not fit to spread positive messages if you can't practice it yourself." And of course, toxic positivity does exist. But let me speak a bit more about myself here. I have been for the past few months relapsing with my depression and anxiety, and I have been experiencing many, many panic attacks. While I recall some of my most depressive years to come from last year, and I had gotten better earlier this year, I have been relapsing. Not as bad as one year ago, but I'm certainly not well. And I hate toxic positivity, believe me, I do. With that being said, there's something I discovered this year.

I've found out that it hurts me when I see others going through the same thing as I am or even more. Someone reached out to me when I contemplated hurting myself even more, and ever since I have been thankful to her for just that bit of light/warmth that she gave me. It might not last as long as I'd have liked but it gave me hope. Ever since, whenever I see someone else struggling, I feel the urge to reach out, to be there for them, to console them, in any way I could.

From there, I've gained many lovely friends who are always there, whom I can rely upon, whenever I relapse, whenever I just need a shoulder to cry on. And it is all based on mutual respect and admiration and just the raw feeling of caring for one another, something that should be our basic instinct as human beings, where we help each other when we see someone is hurting. I did not come to them or reach out so that they owe me something in return and so be there for me when I need them. And they did not approach me just so I owe them and be there for them. We are simply there for each other, hoping the both of us will come out better than yesterday.

Basically what I'm saying here is, am I not fit to console others, to tell my friends that they deserve love, that I wish they learn how to love themselves, just because I myself am struggling with those things as well? Just because I have trouble loving myself, am I not allowed to tell my friends they deserve being capable of self-love? Just because BTS are struggling themselves, are they not allowed to spread positive message to love oneself?

And it's such a bizarre thing because apparently people were shocked when Burn the Stage came out or when Jin said they were going to disband. Some were surprised because "Turns out they're not as happy as they make themselves appear to be."

This shocked me even more.

How? How did people not realize that they have always been struggling? Must Jin declare it first or must there be a whole documentary exposing their strife as a group for people to realize that they're human, and always have been? Especially for older fans, surely you know how much they struggled. Especially for fans watching all their content, surely you could sense whenever one of them is unhappy or is struggling. The signs are always there. All we need is to pay attention.

Anyway, with this shock/revelation came the questions and doubts. Now the same people saying they were shocked to find out the reality (which has always been there tbh, which was one reason I didn't cry much watching Burn the Stage because I thought "This is nothing new? I somehow knew that it's more or less like this behind the scenes."), now are saying "So they have been struggling all along? If so, why do they preach these things to love oneself? Why do they not practice it?"

Simple. The answer is simple:

It is hard.

Yes, it is an irony that it's simple because we all know how hard it is. We have all been there, telling our loved ones they deserve everything in the world, yet when it comes to ourselves? It's hard to see that we deserve it just as much.

BTS are no different. They were 7 boys, struggling to make their name, as they notice the struggles around them and wishing they could also voice out their concern and reach out to us, hoping it will console us and comfort us. Just like when we tell our friends we are there for them. That they deserve love and happiness.

Naturally, what comes after "Why are they not practicing what they preach?" is the question "Why are they not speaking out?"

Now that they've shown explicitly that they, too, struggle (which should be our common sense anyway once we stop and remind ourselves that they, too, are humanbeings like us), some people are wondering why they don't speak out more or explain what is troubling them or caused them to struggle. Now that we have Burn the Stage and Jin saying they almost disbanded, some people are beginning to wonder: why?

Why were they fighting? Why did they almost disband? What were they struggling against? What were troubling them? All these questions with the ultimate conclusion being: if they tell people to speak up, they should speak up.

Another hypocrisy.

Again, I will draw from my own personal experience. See, I think we as humanbeings are complex. We want to be understood, yet at the same time most of the time we don't let people see our bare selves to be fully understood. I personally do this because of two reasons. One, I don't want to add burden to others, making them worry about me. Two, sometimes I don't think anyone will ever understand what I'm going through. Moreover, sometimes I do know the answers to my own struggles, and I simply just can't apply them. In this case, I don't see the point of talking out my problems.

Now, there were so many moments in which I "signalled" to my friends I felt unloved and that I was going through an episode, and they would come to me telling me I could talk to them, and that they were there for me. Most of my responses? You guessed it. I'd love to talk about it but I don't know how.

I don't know how.

Questions were spinning in my head. "Would you be able to understand it? Is it worth speaking about? Aren't you going through something bad, maybe even worse than me? Would I sound annoying, whiny, attention-seeking? Once I open up, would you find me as non-reliable? Would you then stop relying on me and talking to me about your problems? Would things change? Would talking about it fix anything? Would I feel better afterwards? Would you feel burdened to give an advice or solution? Is it even necessary, especially now that I'm slightly better and no longer having an episode? Should I still tell you what happened anyway?"

Of course, some were easier to talk to because maybe in the back of my mind I knew they once went through something very similar that I felt like they could understand. Some were harder because while we were close, I had never opened up to them (and you do realize opening up the first time to someone is a tough thing to do), and some of course I just know are going through even worse (or at least more immediate problems) that I couldn't bring myself to speak up.

For this. It is not that simple. To speak up is not that simple. Does that mean I'm against speaking up? Of course not. I will always still encourage people to speak up when they feel silenced. It's important.

However, it's equally important to understand that each of us has our own pace. Not everyone can open up as fast as the next person. And it's always good to offer lending someone an ear without forcing words out of their mouth. Trust me. Once you tell someone you're there for them and you're willing to listen, people will talk when they are ready.

Another thing is about privacy.

It's no secret that BTS is often dubbed as being "woke" or "real," whatever those words actually mean. This is not something they claim themselves, but rather it's something that fans and some media have pushed on them. Now this makes people think, if they are so real, why are they not speaking up about their experiences and how they are also manufactured in some ways? How they put on happy faces and act like their life is going swell, and that they love their life?

First of all, we all wear masks. Not a single one of us show our real selves. Since I'm going impromptu here, I might be inaccurate about this philosophy but the gist is that we all have different masks we wear towards certain people or in certain situations. And there's one mask we never show to anyone. A mask only we have ever seen. This thing doesn't just apply to idols.

Secondly, again, to reiterate my previous points, the boys are not always happy. Pay attention, and you will know. And they don't always act like they're happy and that they love their life. Once again, once you realize they're humans just like us, you will find out that that is far from the truth. I think it should be enough for us to know that they struggled and that they are trying themselves to be better and to improve, and that some of the problems have already been resolved. As fans, all we have to be is be there for them when they do want to speak up more. Otherwise, they do have the right to keep it between them, and we should respect their privacy, just as we won't force our loved ones to talk about what's bothering them. Just simply be there when they want to be heard.

Another ridiculous thing to add here is that people will always find fault. If they genuinely love their life, people will say, "Oh of course they're happy. They're rich and successful now." OR "How hypocritical of them to be happy of their rich and success when they used to diss capitalism and suchs. They should be more considerate towards those who are suffering and not act so carefree and happy with their lives."

However, let's say they openly show how depressed or troubled they are, people will still talk. "How are they not happy? Why? That is very arrogant and and ungrateful of them since they have everything they've ever dreamed of now." OR "How can they preach about self-love when they cannot love themselves for who they are and what they have now. They're being hypocrites."

Here I also like to underline "arrogant," it has come to my attention that many people find them to be "empty" or "arrogant." And I'm gonna be honest. Before I got to know them, they also appeared arrogant to me. But then I realised, there are many groups who seemed arrogant to me before I learned about them more. As soon as I got to know them, I could see that they, like most others, are just dorks. Of course, there are some actual arrogant idols, but my point is people shouldn't judge before getting to know someone or a group.

I have been a victim of the same thing due to my naturally resting bitch face. If I don't smile, people automatically assume I'm a stuck-up bitch. This has even impacted my academic life in which I was rejected from an organization because I was "too arrogant." So think before you judge.

Another thing is "empty." I admit I have fallen out of love with their music for the last two years until BE came out, reminding me of why I love them. And I admit, I, too, have thought of the same thing. I thought their music no longer spoke to me and is "too bright or optimistic or positive" to me. As I've mentioned, I hate toxic positivity. And it might've crossed my mind that they were heading towards that, which was why I started to lose interest. I still love them, don't get me wrong, I just didn't resonate with the messages or feel of their newer music.

However, I can see that there's nothing wrong with that. After BE, I see that they are still the same lovely boys who helped me through my depression. And as much as I miss their older music which I find to be more relatable, their newer music which has a more positive/optimistic vibes aren't so bad. As much as I wish they make music like they used to, it's a nice change. Now they have music that just feels good and suits me just fine on better days.

Empty? Of course. Just like in Black Swan, they express how they're falling out of love with music. Of course, they feel empty. As someone who writes and love stories, I relate. Why? It's relatable since stories or writing no longer excite me the way they used to. This is a real struggle that every artist (or at least most) go through. It's a period of emptiness, of losing your passion, of no longer enjoying something you love with all your heart. It is something familiar for people with depression.

So you could look at it this way. They, too, are going through things a lot of people do. They are, after all, human beings. Something interesting I found during one of the interviews is one of the members (I think RM) saying that it seems as if their moods or life or experiences suit the album they were making.

This is to say that they struggled with self-love when they made Love Yourself series. Or how they feel that during the making of Map of the Soul series, they feel like they're losing their roots (hip-hop or their angsty and "woke" messages in music), questioning who they really are, whether they still fit as musicians and what their messages for people in the world should be.

I would like to close this essay just by saying that I understand why people are viewing BTS this way. It is a valid opinion, and I won't discredit nor disrespect that. Even so, I hope people would come to understand more that being depressed or struggling doesn't necessarily mean one cannot spread positive messages and comfort others. And that speaking out isn't easy and shouldn't be forced. Encourage people to speak, to open up. Reassure them that we will never devalue their words, that we will listen and try to understand. But never force them to speak. They could be uncomfortable yet, they could be not ready yet. Even so, I promise you it's very comforting and appreciated to know someone will be there, ready to hear, when one is ready to speak.

Also, never judge someone based on how they look, learn and get to know about them more, and understand that people only show what they want to show: idols, us, everyone, we all have masks.

Let us learn to appreciate the good things in life, including BTS' messages and try to apply it in our lives while also understanding that they're humans like us, not angels. Understand that probably one of the reasons they find it hard to practice what they preach is exactly because people look up to them and expect them to be better at what they preach. That one of the reasons they struggle and put on a facade is exactly because they feel it's what expected of them. And perhaps they just don't want to disappoint us fans and distress us, doing their best to entertain us and distract us from our evil thoughts.

Finally, let's be humans. Let's be kind to each other. Let's be there for each other. Let's try to listen and pay attention more, and try to understand each other. Let's help each other and encourage each other to speak about our struggles while still respecting boundaries and privacy. Let's take one baby step towards a better future, towards making this world a better place to live.

Thank you for making it this far.

- Hana 💮

[dangan-happy]

Mom said it's my turn to steal the ahoges!

((TW: PANPHOBIA, EXCLUSIONIST))

For Byakuya and Rantaro; I'm having a hard time, and I woke up today not feeling good because I have to deal with a bunch of panphobic comments. I don't like wasting my time with them so I would just block them and leave them be, but finding them almost everyday is tiring and they're starting to getting into me. Their words would linger in mind and make me hard to focus. Can I get a hug and comfort? Thank you. ♡

Ignorance, that is the only thought that comes to my mind. It’s good that you don’t waste time on commoners that will only try to bring you down. I hate having my time wasted and it seems like these kinds of people are only out to try and bring negativity to you. 

My patience wears thin after seeing the same thing almost every day so I understand how bothersome it is. 

Remember that they can’t decide how you identify, just because they are against it, doesn’t mean you have to listen. I’m sure the words sting but their opinions don’t matter. They are only out to make you feel bad. And that isn’t something you should feel bad about. I suppose you may have a hug, I’m sure you must be blessed that I’m the one giving you a hug.

Hey there anon, god I'm tired enough that while reading this ask I thought "why can't people let people use cooking appliances in peace?" I know, stereotypical pan stuff, I'm very disappointed in myself. Anyhow, we're both awake and not doing good, but let's see what we can do to fix that. Ugh, people act like they're invincible if they got a screen as a shield. How people are cruel enough to go off on people who are just trying to enjoy themselves online is beyond me. You've probably heard this line before, but you sure as hell didn't deserve it. 

Yeah, don't waste your time. I'll bet you Byakuya's entire fortune that those people wouldn't have the confidence to say those things to your face. They're spineless haters who feel strong because they're online, not irl. Yeah, blocking is the best instant response to do in these situations. It might not make you feel better right away, but that'll stop that particular person from coming back. This is happening almost every day? Wow, talk about a snake pit. I'm real sorry you're tangled up in all that. Yeah, it's no wonder it's dragging you down. Constant blows do that to a person, and I'm really proud of you for staying strong for so long. Honestly, it's ok to take a break from the internet. If you need to take a step back so you don't see that crap, then that's ok. I'd turn off anon, maybe make your account a little more private, and just moderate your accounts a little more so you can filter some of the nasty stuff out. You deserve to exist peacefully online no matter what.

I'm glad you're confident in your sexuality, that's something that those people can't ever take away from you. You're a thousand times better than they'll ever be. You keep on being yourself ok? You're strong and amazing and wonderful. Biased hatred isn't going to go away, there are always going to be people who react in that way. But you're better than them, and you can live however you want to, granted it isn't a life of mass crime or something. Taking a break from the internet, or at least the account that's getting the hate might be a good idea so you can give yourself some time to recover. Do what you need to take care of yourself ok? Again, you're amazing, don't forget that. Sure thing, I can give you a hug! You're stronger than them, and you're always gonna come out on top.

[astrozones]

Random Romangst: What’s an Ever After? (1/2)

Graphic Descriptions of Self Harm, Self Hatred, and Crying.

Summary: Roman "Princey" Sanders was not okay, and he wasn't entirely sure he ever had been. What with all the insults, being the butt of jokes, the hate from the fandom, the hidden hate from other sides, who could blame him for feeling this way? Maybe one day he'd be better. Feel better. Be more loved.But that day was not today.

Yeah, triggering content ahead. Proceed with caution.

Discord!: Astro’s Zone

Sobs wracked his body as he curled up on the floor, head shoved between his knees and chest. He whimpered, a long, low sound as he tried not to make too much noise in the dead of night.

Roman “Princey” Sanders wasn’t okay, and he hadn’t been for a long, long while. 

Yet the pain that came with every night cried asleep never got old. And it hurt, it hurt as he tried to breathe in slowly, the air passing through the weight in his chest, making him ever so aware of its presence, sending him spiraling back into the depression.

The tears flew down his cheeks gracefully, and at this point he wasn’t entirely certain he wasn’t going to flood the room with salty water.

He pounded the floor, the dull pain distracting himself from his thoughts momentarily. He did it again, and again, and again, until Roman saw a drop of blood stain the hardwood floor.

He gasped, stilling his movement. This is all going too fast.

Really, he didn’t know why he was overreacting so much. It was the same kind of day as normal.

“Maybe quiet down a bit, kiddo,” Patton had said. It stung, but not any more than it usually did.

“Arrogant, much?” Virgil had muttered when Roman had promised them that his latest project was going to be the best ever! All other creations would bow down when passing this one! Typical behavior from Roman, and typical behavior from Virgil, why did it hurt him so?

And when Logan said, “your work is subpar,” Roman didn’t even bat an eye, why was he crying over it hours later?

Deceit had hissed, “great job, Roman, you did brilliantly,” Roman had played off the lie like he always did, treating it as though it was a genuine compliment, even while his brain chanted ‘liar, liar, liar’.

Remus only did his typical thing, hitting him over the head with no warning, dashing in a handful of emotional pain along with the physical. His head still ached, but his heart hurt more.

When he faced the mirror and told himself he was worthless, idiotic, cruel, and unjust, he hadn’t said anything new.

Surely by this point he should be used to the scorn? To the side comments, the glares, and the insults? Yet every night arrived the same, with Roman crying himself to sleep on the bedroom floor. He was weak, and a coward, and he knew it from the bottom of his heart.

His hand shot up to cover his mouth as he heard footsteps coming down the hall. Who was up at this hour..?

“Roman?” A soft, groggy voice asked. The light from the hallway shifted, the beams coming through under the door. It was Virgil. “Are you awake? Thought I heard something…” 

Roman shrunk into himself more, hiding his face in his knees as a low whimper escaped. It was quiet, just enough so that, after a few long moments, Virgil muttered “Must be imagining things…” before walking back down the hall. Roman punched himself in the head. Idiot, what are you doing?! Don’t wake everybody up just because you decided to act like a little baby!

The feelings, the bad, horrible feelings, started long ago. Roman couldn’t remember an exact age, but years ago, maybe at age 7 or 8, Thomas had shown a friend his newest work of art, and, after asking his friend to answer honestly, had been told that it wasn’t very good. At all. And for the first time Roman felt… lonely. He had been there with Patton and Logan but he hadn’t felt more alone and empty in his then-short life.

Those feelings only grew over time. While Thomas showed his work to his friends less and less, Roman lied more and more. He hesitated more, hid away all of his ideas until he deemed them perfect to share with Thomas and the other Sides. And his standards for perfect only got higher and higher. 

Roman started feeling better during Thomas’ vine days. They allowed Thomas to create a different kind of creative content, in short, 6-second bursts. People loved them. And they hated them. After all, with that kind of a following, haters were pouring in from every hole they could get through. Roman tried not to let it affect him. He failed.

A character based off of him appeared in those vines. Logan and Patton, too. And once, even Anxiety. All of them seemed to be met with open arms.

Then, oh then, Thomas started Sanders Sides, and it was the single most best and worst idea Roman ever had.

The first episodes were pretty great, of course, and Roman started feeling truly accepted, even if all the fans didn’t like him. 

Virgil appeared in one of the videos. Roman was brought in, and one of the first things he was told was ‘I hope and dream to get rid of my anxiety’, and what was Roman supposed to do with that? Go against his host?

Roman knew that he went too far. He understood that, now. But everyone blamed him for it all. That sounded selfish, he didn’t want the blame of Thomas, he just… wanted to stop hurting.

Except he didn’t know how he had gone too far. He said some mean things, and used a couple nicknames, but those weren’t Earth-shattering, were they?

Sure, he and Virgil were on okay terms now, but that didn’t change what he did. That didn’t overrule the taunting, the insults, the nicknames swapped back and forth between the two. A little voice in his head told him that it wasn’t entirely his fault. Virgil had done the same in return. He ignored it.

Roman opened his eyes- when had he closed them?- to look at the ceiling- when had he laid down?- and sighed. The stinging pain on his hand was the only thing stopping him from completely withering away into despair. He should probably bandage it, but he didn’t even have the motivation to get up off the floor.

He lifted his head up off the floor before letting it fall down again with a hard thunk-! He groaned, but not in pain. Physical pain, anyway. 

Creating was hard. You have to know so many different variables, so many different ways of doing all sorts of things. It was so much, and often so daunting that he didn’t even know where to start. On top of that, he embodied Thomas’ hopes, dreams, ego, passion, and his romantic side. Then people like Logan had the audacity to say he wasn’t doing enough-!

Because you aren’t, Roman.

Shut up, voice in his head.

He let his tears drip, drip, drip onto the floor, creating a puddle around his head. He groaned in emotional anguish, closing his eyes and curling up into a ball. His shoulder was being soaked in his tears, but Roman found he couldn’t care less as he cried himself to sleep on his bedroom floor. 

--

Roman woke, awkwardly peeling himself off the floor. Gross, his pyjama shirt was stiff from drip-up tears. He lifted a hand to his face, and- yup, it was on his face, too. He sighed. 

He ignored the pain in his neck as he stretched. He probably deserved it, anyway. Yawning, he walked towards his bed before collapsing. 

If he was right, soon- yup. The bad feelings were already returning, crushing his neutrality like a bug. His breathing picked up, and before he knew it he was hyperventilating again.

He should really get a glass of water, what with all this crying. To do that, though, he’d have to stop crying, lest someone actually notice his suffering. He didn’t want to plague their thoughts with his- his stupid neediness. 

With a huff, Roman decided that if he was going to get through this day without breaking down in front of the others, he needed to do something he would regret. Only because it was hard to hide at times.

He conjured up a razor, already wincing at the thought of the others finding out. But he needed it, he needed the stinging pain along his arms, it distracted him from the thousands of thoughts running around his mind at all times. 

He gasped suddenly, looking down to where he had already drawn 3 thin lines. He hadn’t even noticed…

He watched the beads of blood flow down before snapping himself out of his trance and grabbing a paper towel, tearing a strip off to wrap around the cuts before continuing. 

An unhealthy coping mechanism, but a coping mechanism all the same.

He finished wrapping bandages around his left arm before starting on the right. He’s gotta make sure that absolutely none of the other sides will know what he’s done, or else-!

The door opened.

“Roman!” Patton half-sung, peeking in through the doorway. “Just wanted to tell yo-!”

They stared at each other, Roman’s mind racing to come up with an excuse. Patton stood shock-still, not even blinking as he gaped.

And then he screamed.