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jakeyt · 4 months

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Covet: Chapter 10 (Sneak Peek)

a/n: A little peek inside Jake's head... chapter 10, the true first look at how Jake will take the news. You'll see the first few weeks of him knowing once the whole chapter is here. Eeeek!!

However, here is the mess of his mind once he first finds out......

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Jake's POV

There was no doubting her. Not for a single second. The baby was mine and I’d known it in my heart before I asked.

I really just wanted to hear her say it.

During our time together, just like she’d been it for me, I knew in my heart that I’d been it for her. I’d known her, backwards and forwards.

And, within that time that I knew her so well, we’d become close. So close that, without meaning to make it—us— more, we’d made what we had more.

Shaking my head, I gave her a better look, not able to put into words what the fuck I was feeling. So, I let my eyes trail down her body, covered only by a towel.

She adjusted her towel, tighter around her body. Was she self conscious? She shouldn’t have been. She was always beautiful. So beautiful. And I was afraid pregnancy was only going to enhance her beauty. . . I noticed as she tightened her towel, the action made her full breasts spill even more from the top of the towel.

I averted my eyes, willing my dick to not react. Instead, I trained my eyes below, on her belly.

And now that I knew, I could see. Even through the fluffiness of the towel, I could see a certain roundness to her belly that had never been there before. A full-blown bump. Still small by some standards, but big enough that I should have fucking noticed.

Not able to help it, my eyes scanned her heaving chest again, the tops of her tits fully exposed above the towel. It made so much sense why I’d noticed them looking bigger. . . Because they were bigger. Growing. Every day. To nourish a baby.

Our baby.

I looked away from her. . . I couldn’t look at her right now.

Not when she— when I. . . God.

How had I been so oblivious?! I lived with her for Christ’s sake. Was it my fault that I hadn’t allowed myself to be more present in her life? Was it because I was seeing Maya now?

God. No. It wasn’t on me to watch for things like that anymore. Not since she’d told me that I’d served my purpose. That I was just convenient. . . And all of the other hateful shit she’d spit in my face that day.

The day my heart fucking broke after pounding in my chest. . . Pleading with her to help me understand all of it.

But she didn’t fucking stop . . . Just kept going. Breaking me. Saying things I never, in a million years, ever wanted to hear from her.

I’d let her become more in my life. I foolishly thought it was meant to last. Thought that she had become my someone. More than relationship. More than friends. She had just . . . Been there. She’d nestled into a place made just for her in my heart. Like she was supposed to have been there all along.

I’d never wanted her to leave.

But she’d wanted to. She’d put her foot down, not leaving any goddamn room for argument.

And my heart. . . Fucking broken after beating the hardest it ever had in my chest. . . Shattered into an infinite number of tiny shards at my feet. I’d spent days picking up the shreds, my hands getting cut every time I tried to fix in me what she’d torn apart.

There was a part of me that knew exactly why she’d done it. I fucking knew. But there was no use in entertaining what I knew to be true when she refused to acknowledge the truth.

The night we’d smoked and I’d told her that I— she’d told me that she— Jesus. The moment had been so real, so solid. . . Even being under the influence, I felt the connection we’d made in that moment.

I thought about the words everyday after that night. And the words continued to echo for weeks after I’d left the kitchen on that hellish day.

Then there was the transcendental sex we’d had when we made it into her room. . . She’d been so wet, waiting for me. . . Fuck it all. That sure as hell hadn't left my mind. It wouldn't ever.

Wait— the night we’d smoked. . . We hadn’t used. . .

Was that when—?

The inside of my brain was just going fucking insane and I couldn’t— goddammit!

I tucked Josh's goddamn phone in my pocket, and ran a hand through my hair a couple of times. The other hand still held my keys, flexing over and over. I needed to do something with my hands. Besides balling them into fists and creating divots in one palm with my fingertips and the other with my keys.

I was tired of just standing there, in front of this woman I’d fallen for at a time when I thought I’d never want to love again. . . The same woman who’d shattered me. And, now, the very same woman who was carrying my child. . .

There was no use in trying to organize any thoughts.

Pacing seemed to be the only option. So, back and forth, back and forth, I walked in about a foot of space. Just waded in these uncharted fucking waters.

All I knew at this moment was she was pregnant. And she’d lied to me about it.

How long had she—? How far along was—?

And why in the hell had Josh known before me?! Of all fucking people . . .

Fuck!

“Jake,” her voice tore through the catastrophic mess of shit in my head.

I didn’t look at her.

How could I? When she’d left me in the dark. Once again, prioritized Josh over me. Even when it came to my child. Absolutely fucking incredible.

“Jake, please,” she muttered, voice cracking on the word please. My heart couldn’t handle the sound. “I can’t— I’m not in the right state of mind to just—," she squeaked, the sound of tears clear in her tone.

I stopped pacing and peered up at her finally, my hair surely a mess when I let my eyes pierce hers.

But as soon as I made eye contact with her, I softened. I hated to see her cry. Hated it. And the sobs wracking her were unexpected and it hurt me to stand there and watch her like that.

But— she’d brought this on herself. Right?! Fuck.

As much as I wanted to walk to her and hug her, I didn’t. I stayed where I was, offering a half-assed condolence. It wasn’t her turn to hurt over this.

I was the one just finding out. Not her.

“Y/n,” I tried, weakly. But god it sucked to say her name right now. “Just— god. There are so many—.”

“Questions, I know,” she finished, sniffling. She walked a couple hesitant steps toward me. But I took two back, away from her.

The way her body slacked at my action made me want to take it back. There were a lot of things I wanted to do. Some understandable, some not so much. I wanted to cry. Kiss her. Hug her. Feel her. Help her. Scream at her.

But, she was right. I did have so many fucking questions.

“How long?” I asked, breath shallow, never letting my eyes leave hers.

She kept up, not looking away from me. “How long have I known? Or how long have I been—?”

“Both.”

“I—,” she stuttered, closing her eyes tight, her beautiful face contorted in what I could only assume was emotional turmoil.

I watched as she balled her fists, clenching them a few times. Then, as she released them, she seemed to plant her feet firmly on the floor— her body, rigid and straight.

When she opened her eyes and found mine again, I could clearly see the tears that had accumulated on her lashes. And her eyes, that would forever take my breath away, were daring to shed more of them.

“Don’t cry,” I couldn’t help but calmly reassure her, my voice soft as I went to stand closer to her again. Not close. Just— closer. “Just. . . keep going. Talk me through it. Talk us through it.”

She breathed deeply, in and out, once. I strained to not let my eyes fall to her chest— to admire the way that her fuller breasts would rise and fall. . .

I resisted, focusing on her eyes - her face. Her face, rivaling all gods of beauty, always daring to bewitch me.

After taking one more calming breath, she began. “I’m three months,” she paused momentarily, as if thinking of something. “Three months today, actually.”

Three months.

“And how long have you known?”

“I’ve known for about a month,” she responded, bringing her shoulders higher and sniffling once. She blinked once, tightening her fists once more. “That’s not to say I told anyone right away. I kept it to myself. I was scared. I didn’t know what the fuck to do.”

I let her words sit in the air for a few minutes, thought them through at least five times before I couldn’t keep the next question to myself any longer.

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a/n: hm.... what will his next question be???? I'll give you one guess 🙄

also, I love how much he already loves her changing body..... liiiiike..... 👀

#but for real #omg guys #i am /so/ excited to show you where this goes now that he knows......#a new beginning #that's for sure #covet #sneak peek

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tragedry · 2 months

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Now we need you to write a tyden confession scene............ y'know, to make things even. Or you can talk about when they realized their feeling for each other 🥺

the fact that y'all are starting to associate me to both ashler and tyden is hilarious cause i'm pretty sure i started this side blog to only talk about ashler asfhafla

but here we are, so let me try to put together a coherent enough tyden confession for you at 4 am:

side note: this got really long way too fast, and i'm pretty sure this only tackled aiden's feelings, but i hope you like it anyway anon!

when aiden realizes he's starting to like tyler, everything just clicks.

he's laying on his bed, his eyes staring up at the glow in the dark stars he's poorly glued on his ceiling back when he was ten when the realization hits him, and he's finally put a name to the emotion tyler manages to invoke inside his chest whenever the other boy would stop scowling and actually offer him one of those once-in-a-blue-moon, downright stunning smiles that probably belonged on a movie poster whenever one of aiden's jokes finally lands.

it's like the last step of figuring out how to solve a brand new rubik's cube, and for a moment he revels in the satisfaction of just knowing, except by the time he tries to figure out how to proceed from such a revelation, he’s coming up blank.

for the first time in his life, his crush on tyler is the only puzzle he has no idea how to move forward to.

if he’s being honest with himself, knowing that he actually likes the halfwit doesn't really change much of their situation, if anything it would probably only make things worse if tyler found out.

and it's not like he's stupid enough to actually believe he's got a shot, not when he's made it his entire personality to annoy the ever living shit out of the baseball player any chance he’s got.

the thought of tyler’s possible rejection inflicts a pain that courses through his entire body, stilling him until he has to remind himself to breathe.

aiden decides he doesn’t really like thinking about this particular puzzle anymore—not when his own emotions have cursed him.

he refuses to think about the problem any further. he’ll set his feelings for tyler aside and ignore it till it goes away completely.

he’s always been good at ignoring his problems, and this is no different.

with his mind made up, he lets himself relax until the pang in his chest dulls out and he’s ready to forget it was ever there in the first place.

and just when things were finally starting to feel normal again, that’s when the halfwit decided to reply to his text.

the reply is short, dry, and straight to the point– and it’s just so like him that aiden catches himself snorting when he reads the simple, “fuck if i know.” right after aiden’s last annoying question.

he hadn’t even expected the other boy to reply, except tyler always did.

no matter how much he purposely tries to piss him off or how many memes he sends the other boy, tyler will reply, whether it was a sarcastic comment or a curse, all of his messages are read and answered.

it was kind of addicting, to be heard-to have his existence acknowledged by someone who had every right to tell him to shut up and walk away.

he can feel his heartbeat racing all over again as he re-read tyler’s text, and as he typed out a reply he knew it was going to be hard for him to fall asleep.

the clock on his phone reads past 1 am, and he wants to point it out to tyler cause he’s always complaining about staying up late whenever aiden’s in the mood to mess with him.

but before he could say anything about it, tyler’s already sending him a brand new text, and this one’s even more humorless than before.

his earlier thought is momentarily forgotten, and he ends up sending the other boy a series of memes pointing out how badly tyler’s killing their convo with his lackluster replies, and aiden selfishly hopes that tyler takes the bait and talks to him even longer, even if just to prove him wrong.

aiden wonders if tyler would hate him for it.

he lifts his eyes back to the stars on his ceiling and hopes.

he hopes that tyler won’t hate him for being selfish, hopes that his feelings for the other boy won’t last, and hopes that by the time he wakes up the following day, the pain in his chest disappears completely.

his phone lights up with a brand new text and aiden begins to type out a reply without really reading what the text said.

'can you promise you won’t hate me too?'

the reply gets deleted, and he sends tyler another meme instead.

#me: i only ship tyler with ashlyn #also me: *types up around 800 words regarding aiden's crush on tyler in one sitting*#listen i do not control the brainworms #if the muse says she wants me to write tyden then that's exactly what i'm gonna have to do #sorry if i sound insane #and for not writing about the mutual feelings realization anon #i was craving for aiden angst tonight #tyden #aiden clark #tyler hernandez #school bus graveyard #ry.plies #anon ask

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mugglepawter · 10 months

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I ALMOST DO.

Modern!Aegon Targaryen × Reader

Summary: hockey and figure skating, hockey player and figure skater. Their world were always meant to be collided.

Warnings: fluff, Aegon being a massive dick.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so bear with me. Un-edited.

PART ONE.

People always say she has a bright future ahead of her, not including her parents. They think it's a waste of time, something she shouldn't even waste a single second.

"Hey," Someone called out to her as she entered the cafeteria, trying to look for her friends. She nodded her head at the girl in acknowledgment before seating down at her table.

"What's up, little miss captain?" Aly greeted and beside her is Helaena "Hey," she looked up and pressed their cheeks together.

"What's your plan, this weekend?" Helaena asked, "I have practice on Saturday, and on Sunday, I'm on my work." She answered.

"Can we watch you practice?" Aly asked. she shrugged her shoulders, quite unsure if she wants them there considering they might make loud noises "As long as you won't be loud." She told her.

Helaena laughs, earning a glare from Aly "Sure, no problemo." Aly answered, nodding politely.

Aly is part of the volleyball team while Helaena wasn't really into sports and would rather watch her two best friends on the bench and cheer for them. She and Aly tried to convince Helaena to try out for the soccer team cause they knew how much Helaena loves soccer but she refuses.

They've been friends since they were seven graders and refuse to part ways. They've met each other's parents, each other's siblings and have been into each other's places. She didn't invite Helaena and Aly into her first in a few years of their friendship because of two things. First, her parents then because she lived in the trailer.

But, when she was junior, she manages to get a job and because of that, she manages to move out of the hell she was born into. She almost quit her skating because she doesn't have the time to practice and compete. After all, she was too preoccupied with her studies and working to feed and sustain herself.

But, luckily, she didn't.

Figure skating is her life, she might be as good as dead if she quit.

When she moved out, she forget that she has parents and lived independently. She has Aly and Helaena, they are her family and so is their family. Though, she wasn't really fond of Helaena's older brother.

He always wants to annoy the shit out of her and is always being a dick he is.

It was finally Saturday and it was time for her to practice or else she won't be able to complete and her coach would kill her if she doesn't.

She was laughing with Helaena and Aly about something as entered the indoor ice rink but stopped as soon as she saw hockey players in it.

The hockey team stopped, noticing the three newly arrived girls. Someone familiar whistled among them as he skates towards them.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked as she approached the hockey team

"I set an appointment for this day so this ring is mine today." She spat at the hockey's captain, Aegon Targaryen, Helaena's older brother.

"I don't see any name of you in here." Aegon answered and the rest of the hockey team snickered before she gave them all a glare "Targaryen, be mature enough for god's sake, you're the captain." She snapped at him angrily.

"Aegon, just leave." Helaena told her brother as she rolled her eyes. Aegon seemed to listen and look back at his team before nodding his head "Okay." Aegon said.

She rolled her eyes at him before bumping into his shoulder as she walked past him to enter the ring

"Aly, the music, please." She told her friend as she got into her position and checked the laces of her ice skates. When she looked up, the team is still there and Aegon is still looking at her, only they were in the audience's seat.

"What are you still doing here?" She asked bluntly "Is it bad to watch? I'm sure you don't own the seats, too." Aegon said, hands on his chest. She scoffed at his cockiness and got into her position again before hearing her song playing in the background.

She did the basic moves first. The simplest, the toe loop as her warm-up. Then, the axel which is very simple to do for her. She heard them clap but wasn't sure who and she hated it. She hated it when someone claps because it's get her somehow distracted when the clapping gave her a good feeling.

She spun around the ice rink, moving her body along with the rhythm of the music.

She did her Biellman spin, the one she tried to teach her best friends to do, the one that made Alys throw up.

After that, she did the jump combination to her routine before doing the hard ones, and rather complicated. When the song finished, she strike her pose, breathless.

"You're good." Aegon complemented, standing up from his seat as she approached Aly and Helaena.

"I've always been good and the best." She rolled her eyes at him before putting her arms on Aly and Helaena's shoulders and leaving him smirking to himself.

"He's such a dick." She complained to them and groaned to herself.

"He's Aegon, it's normal." Helaena chuckled because she's already used to her brother's attitude because of having to live with him most of her life "How can I forget? Your older brother's head is screwed." She burst into laughter as she shakes her head so is Helaena.

#aegon ii targaryen #house of the dragon #helaena targaryen #modern aegon #aegon targaryen x reader #house targaryen #alicent hightower

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peachymilkandcream · 3 months

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Ready or Not|Part 1|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: I'm so psyched that we can start the next series! If you all thought it was over we're no where close! While this series is going to be shorter I guarantee it's going to be a freaking blast! Comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc

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Erwin found him two days later, when Levi refused to show for work or any of his responsibilities the Commander was forced to drag himself over there and soothe the child's temper tantrum. Probably had too much liquor and too little sex to keep his erratic personality under control.

He didn't have time for this. If he didn't need Levi so much he would've swept him out years ago. He was a good soldier, but he wasn't reliable. How could he continue to run a government with a soldier sabotaging the carefully made trust he'd established.

The house was empty, he swore if Levi went to a fucking bar again he'd really chew his ass this time. Maybe he'd threaten to take Evelyn and his child away until Levi learned how to juggle his responsibilities like an adult.

He was in the living room, the whole place torn to bits after yet another obvious tantrum. But something was off about this one, this time he didn't even acknowledge Erwin's presence, like he was deeply disturbed about something and didn't give a shit about anything else.

"Levi. What happened."

"She's gone Erwin, she's fucking gone!" He emphasized the last word by throwing his empty bottle against the brick fireplace.

"So she finally left you, didn't she?"

"She escaped, I don't know where the hell she went, but I'm going to find out. I'm going to find whoever helped her, and kill them. My son, that bitch took my son!" Levi wept, the first time Erwin had ever seen him so emotional, usually he stopped at nothing to conceal his emotions and appear weak. Poor bastard.

"I'm sure she hasn't gone far, we'll just have to look for her."

"I'll hunt her down to the ends of the earth!"

"Calm down Levi."

"Calm down, calm down!? How can you expect me to be so calm when my wife and child are missing!? They're all I have and you tell me to calm down!?"

Erwin rolled his eyes, the temper tantrums were almost ridiculous at this point. "I won't help you until you relax."

He wiped at his eyes. "Fine, I'm calm, I'm calm."

"Better. Now pull yourself together, and we'll solve this thing."

"Why the hell do you care?"

"I need you stable Levi, and I need your wife's good reputation to keep on top. If it means starting a nationwide manhunt for one woman and toddler then so be it."

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The sea breeze suited Evelyn well, it had taken a lot of courage for her to get on that boat. The fear of the unknown had paralyzed her for too long, causing the ship's captain to ask her several times if she was actually coming aboard.

But she had. She'd stepped forward into her new future, a life of freedom. And while it had taken a small chunk of her funds to be taken so secretly across the sea it was worth it for this view. Sparkling blue as far as the eye could see. Her last trip by ship was overshadowed with the fear of the world ending, now she could actually enjoy these moments with her son.

Furlan, in the past years he had grown to look just like his father. And while Levi had always been a shitty husband, he was a stellar father, so much in fact that the boy seemed to already prefer him over his mother. The past few nights he'd taken to sobbing uncontrollably since he missed his dear Papa so fiercely. Hopefully he would grow out of it, she couldn't bear to think about a world where her child only desired to be loved and cared for by his abusive father. Perhaps since she was pregnant under such dire circumstances the child craved violence like his father.

The wind threatened to undo all her hard work of getting her hair to stay, but it seemed out here was the only way to get Furlan to stop crying. He held onto her dress firmly, watching the waves as they bounced up and down. This would be good for him, good for both of them. All three of them. Evelyn and her two children, both born and unborn would be able to find a life of peace and tranquility away from Levi.

A fresh start.

#ready or not #break me slowly #levi x oc #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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writer-in-theory · 2 years

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okay so i've had 29 by demi lovato on repeat for ages now and i just

tw karen wheeler situation

billy and steve graduated high school years ago. they've long since moved to california and left hawkins in their past. sometimes the ghosts linger, though, becoming more apparent on certain days. there are nights that steve requests they leave the lights on when they sleep so he can see if they flicker, and there are days when billy refuses to even let steve see the scars under his shirt despite him having billy's body completely memorized by this point.

it's never been this bad before though.

steve got home from work one day and billy was laying on the floor of the living room, music blasting so loud the walls shook a little. he might've thought billy was hurt if not for the deep, even breaths making his chest rise and fall in perfect time.

"billy?" steve asked, barely remembering to close the front door as he made his way to his partner. "what's happening?"

the other man didn't answer right away. his eyes were open, staring up at the ceiling and not daring to even acknowledge that steve was now sitting down by his side, hand up as though he wasn't sure if he could touch or not.

"i was seventeen."

"what?" steve asked, eyebrows pulling together and his head tilting to the side. they hadn't actually talked about what happened in hawkins for years now, neither of them wanting to dredge up old ghosts. it was strange to steve that of all times, billy chose a day over ten years after everything to bring it up. "yeah, yeah you were," steve tried to recover, hands wringing together to keep him from providing physical comfort billy may not be ready for yet. "you didn't deserve any of the shit that happened. the mind flayer is gone, bills, we killed it when we killed vecna," he tried to reassure him, voice smaller than it had been in ages.

"no." the word was harsh, forced out like there was something physically trying to stop the word from slipping through billy's lips. "no, i was seventeen."

"you're not making sense, billy," steve said, finally daring to place a hand on his shoulder. he winced at the immediate flinch but didn't let go, just rubbing gentle circles into the skin there. "you can talk to me, you can tell me what's going on."

billy sat up suddenly, hands in a panic as they reached out to grab onto both of steve's. he gripped them tightly, almost to the point of them hurting. steve could see now the sheer hurt and horror in billy's face now, blue eyes a little wild as he made eye contact for the first time since steve got home.

"i was seventeen, and she was...she was older than we are now."

"what?" it sounded a little more like a gasp than a real word, but billy must have understood because he continued.

"mrs. wheeler. at the pool when i was a lifeguard. we were flirting and then i told her to meet me at that motel at the edge of town. and she, she was gonna fucking do it if that thing hadn't wrecked my car."

it didn't make sense. none of it made sense because steve knew mrs. wheeler. he'd had dinner with her, shared christmas with her family. god, did nancy know about this? even worse, did anyone know about this?

"billy," steve breathed, fighting back the tears building in his eyes because he needed to be strong for the man barely keeping it together in front of him now. "you know that wasn't your fault, right? you know that's all on her?"

"i didn't," billy admitted, and steve could see the way his jaw was being worked in an effort to hide back his tears. he still got like this often, having spent most of his life learning to hide back any emotions that could get him hurt worse. so steve let go of one of his hands, reaching up to hold his face, thumb brushing across his cheekbone until the tears finally welled up and slipped down across steve's fingers.

"i turned twenty-nine yesterday and i-" billy stopped himself, breath hitching in his throat at whatever he thought about. "i would never go after someone that young. how the fuck did she think that was okay? why would she-"

steve wished more than anything he had an answer to give. but there was none, there was no reasonable explanation for any of it. all steve could think to do was let out a little "c'mere, b," and pull billy into his arms. it was an awkward mess of limbs as they fought against the way they were sitting to find a good hold, but eventually billy relaxed into steve's arms, face tucked into his neck.

"i feel so fucking dirty," billy admitted, voice low and slightly muffled with his lips against steve's neck.

"i know, b, i know," steve whispered, voice shaky as he allowed himself to cry now that billy couldn't see his face. "i hate that she did that to you. i hate that she got away with it. i—shit, i don't know what to say, billy."

"hold me?"

steve smiled a little at the request, a bittersweet one as billy's hands dug a little tighter into the back of his shirt. steve adjusted them so billy was straddling and practically sitting in his lap. this was something new they'd have to talk about later, a newly formed ghost they'd have to figure out how to fight off. but they could do it, he knew they could.

"yeah, i can do that, billy."

#harringrove #billy hargrove #tw karen wheeler #this was not edited and honestly idk how it is #but my thoughts #harringrove ficlet

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dirty-bear-rick-sanchez · 2 years

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OK wow I wasn’t expecting to feel things from this episode or for it to address anything serious. I’ll put my unordered and rambly thoughts under the cut (spoilers for Rick and Morty S6E2 Rick: A Mort Well Lived).

I’m actually really glad that they acknowledged this, since Rick refusing to admit he loves people has been an issue for a while (first explicitly mentioned by Dr Wong), although he has recently become better at it with Beth (“Daddy loves you” in the facehugger episode and “I love her, she loves you, those credits don’t transfer” in the hell demon episode), and even Jerry (also later in the hell demon episode, even though he tries to play it off, which Jerry fully sees through). We also see that Morty is fairly open with expressing love for his family for a 14 year old boy (he hugs Jerry and tells him he loves him, as well as telling Rick he loves him when he’s detoxed), and also that he feels out of place/not loved by his family (specifically in the Planetina episode), so it makes sense that he would be bothered by Rick’s lack of open affection towards him, especially after all they’ve been through together at this point.

I like the representation of different parts of Morty through video game NPCs, as I think it does a good job of showing his different/conflicting feelings. At first, I wasn’t sure if I felt like it was a bit of a cop out from having Rick and Morty explicitly have this conversation, but overall I think I’m satisfied with the way it was handled, since it was a unique and interesting way to show this topic and explore Morty’s character, and it was a pleasant surprise to see it being addressed, especially so soon after everything. I think it shows the commitment to the increased serialisation of the show, and it also reassures me that we’re going to have a deeper look at Rick and Morty’s relationship and its toxicity, rather than just brushing it off, which I was kind of worried about after the S5 finale.

I think I need to rewatch to fully appreciate this but I liked the fact that Rick kept the game running just for Marta and allowed her to stay in the game - it felt very much like Rick accepting Morty’s choices and hoping that one day she may want to rejoin Morty as a whole. However, it’s late where I am, so I may be misinterpreting this, since technically Rick is keeping the part of Morty that resents him/doesn’t want to carry on without Rick admitting he loves him. I hope that the fact that he’s keeping this part instead of erasing it means that he respects this part of Morty and hopes to be able to reestablish it one day, or at least that he respects this need of Morty’s enough to keep it alive rather than get rid of it. I’m glad that Morty was able to stand up and stand his ground to get respect/love from Rick, even if only a part of him. While I liked the humour of

Beth: Tell your grandpa you’re worthy of his respect

Morty: I refuse to do that, I’m desperate to get back together

Jerry: Just like his old man

in the S5 finale, it did feel very much like brushing any chance for development under the rug, so I’m glad it’s being addressed here.

It’s also nice to see Summer being given more responsibility and agency this season, and I particularly liked her like ‘I read your book while I took a shit’ because it feels very Rick - Rick might tell Diane that Summer reminds him of her, but she has definitely become very influenced by Rick, but still keeping her own personality.

I will say that I personally wasn’t a huge fan of the repeated Die Hard references, probably mainly because I’ve never seen it, and I think that this will mean that I probably won’t rewatch this episode as often as others, but I still think the character exploration/development and the concept of Morty’s self being split into different NPCs makes it a good episode overall.

I’ve only just seen the episode and it’s 4am for me so I definitely haven’t processed things fully but this is my takeaway so far.

#rick and morty #rick and morty spoilers #rnm #rnm spoilers #rick: a mort well lived #rick a mort well lived #rick sanchez #morty smith #summer smith #ask to tag

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https://twitter.com/miniekkuu/status/1667687781437521920?t=tdGd1DW1Oi8p3Fm62blzyQ&s=19

I've seriously had enough. When would armys open their eyes

Their eyes are already open my lovely. They know. That's literally what this tells you.

So they can admit Yoonjin sharing cars means they live next to eo but when Jikookers say Jikook sharing cars means they live together what happens?

I keep saying this fandom knows what we know. Everyone knows. Ot7s, the cult, other shippers of Jimin and JK. They all know Jikook is real but refuse to acknowledge it for one selfish reason or another.

Thats why I refuse to accept any apology from a reformed tkkr. And in future if Jikook ever come out or become too obvious to deny, I will not be accepting any apologies then either. I will be on twitter dragging them for what they're put us and Jimin through. Fuck this shit

#ask shaz #bts ask #the fuckery

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This part of an interview that Max Gao did with Ron Nyswaner and Robbie Rogers (https://www.nbcnews.com/news/amp/rcna122481) perfectly sums up my feelings towards 80s Hawk and the complexities of Hawk/Tim's relationship by the time we see them in 1986:

“In the ’80s, you see a side of Hawk that is much softer, and even if it’s a look or him going to San Francisco to see Tim, you’re like, ‘Oh, there is something more here that he’s not showing us.’ It takes Hawk much longer to express and to see how much he loves Tim,” Rogers previewed. “I think early on you get a sense of that, because we’re not just with him in the ’50s where Hawk is much harder. But when you see old Hawk, it’s impossible not to feel for him as well.”

Although there are moments in the series when Tim could have cut Hawk loose for making self-serving decisions that put an intentional strain on their relationship, Rogers said he doesn’t think of Tim as someone who should be pitied for how his life has turned out with or without Hawk.

“We all behave differently, and we all protect ourselves in different ways,” Rogers said. “Tim is much more expressive, and he would maybe even more so than Hawk believe that he deserves love. Although I wanted to protect him, I never felt any pity for him, because their love story is complicated — and I think the best ones are.”

Yes! That is perfect!! Hawk is complicated and messy and infuriating. No one is arguing that but I don't understand how some people refuse to acknowledge his pain or why he is the way he is. Tim and Lucy are not the only victims and rather people like it or not (some of you look away) they're not victims of Hawk. They are all victims of the era they were born into. Hawk and Tim were not allowed to openly be who they truly were. Lucy grew up being told she had to be a wife and mother. Marry a respectable man with a respectable job, who also has the approval of her father. She was then instructed to just close her eyes to the uglier parts of her marriage. None of them had a chance. The really sad part is that by the time society was in a place where they could have made, at least some, different choices, Tim was the only one who did. He lived a life as true to himself as he could. Sadly for Hawk and Lucy making those choices would have come at a higher cost. Neither one was willing to do that, and I don't fault them for staying where it was comfortable and familiar.

I do believe Lucy was in love with Hawk at one time, I do not believe she's in love with him anymore, and I don't think she has been for a long time. I think she only knows this one way of life, which Hawk represents, and the idea of not having it scares her, as it would anyone. Hawk has never been in love with her. He loves her in his own way but he has never been in love with her. He can't love her like that. It's not who he is. He is in love with Tim and Lucy has known this since the 50's. You can make the argument that Hawk robbed her of a chance at a life with a man who could have loved her like that, and that's a fair argument to make. It's why I genuinely don't understand the group of people who want the two of them to run off to Milan together in the last episode. That's a fraudulent life and they have been living that life long enough. They both need out.

I really liked the comment about not pitying Tim. I don't pity him for spending his life being in love with Hawk. I pity that he's dying and at this point in our history no one in a position to help gave a shit that he was dying. I wonder if we will see Hawk have this realization as well. The man he loves is dying and he can't do anything to help him but there are people who could and those people just didn't care. I keep waiting for his snap moment and I feel like it will happen in the last episode.

#fellow travelers #i will need therapy after this show #hawkins fuller #tim laughlin #lucy fuller

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On My List

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 + 1 Masterlist

Author’s Note: OMG this is the last part. I can't believe I actually finished a fic?? who am I??? anywho, this part gets a little hot and heavy, so just a warning there. Nothing super explicit, but like dicks are mentioned. Thank you for reading alone and indulging me!!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Description: 5 Times Steve and Eddie kiss as friends, and one time they don't.

Warnings/Tags: Everyone lives, Nobody dies, 5+1, Kissing, Fluff, Idiots to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, heavy petting, brief sex talk, gay stereotypes, brief mention of Upside Down induced PTSD and panic attacks, uhhh they're gay your honor, no beta we die like Barb, let me know if I missed anything?

I Think We're Alone Now

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There’s only so many platonic kisses from a super hot jock that a single-braincelled gay man can take. And 5 is the limit. Eddie has been absolutely losing it since he high tailed it out of the last sticky situation he was in with Steve, still trying to wrap his brain around what the fuck was happening. He’s gone back and forth between a bunch of different theories, but usually ends up ping-ponging between “Steve is just a very affectionate friend who is comfortable in his heterosexuality” and “Steve keeps kissing me for a reason”. Eddie refuses to acknowledge the fact that this reason is because Steve actually likes kissing other boys in a very gay, very homosexual way, refuses to even toy with the idea that Steve likes him in that kind of way. But even though he fully believes it is actually impossible, Eddie has been mildly avoiding Steve for the past few weeks. Not totally! But anytime that Eddie isn’t sure if Robin is also working, he waits to return his tapes until he’s sure she is. And anytime Steve calls to invite Eddie over for movie night or to do something with the kids or anything, Eddie makes sure he leaves early enough that he’s not the last one standing. Makes sure he only goes into the kitchen for a snack when someone else is already in there. It’s just safer this way, he thinks. He doesn’t have to deal with the issue if it’s never really an issue, right? Doesn’t have to answer or ask any questions if he and Steve aren’t alone together for them to come up.

However, Steve isn’t a complete fucking idiot and notices something is up. It takes him a little while, assuming Eddie is just busy with the band or D&D for a couple weeks before he really starts to notice the pattern. But once he does, he’s worried. Worried because he knows what Eddie’s been through in the past year, knows from personal experience how hard it is to live in "the after" of that. He knows that sometimes it can take a long time to really process and show any signs of PTSD, knows it can get even worse around the anniversary of the event (which is right about…now actually). And above all of it, he knows how fucking lonely it is, how hard it is to try to do it by yourself. I mean, hell, Steve didn’t really have anyone to talk to until Robin came around, because it was just too weird with Jonathan and Nancy, and the kids were just kids. And even after he had Robin, he still had to go home sometimes. Usually to an empty house. And even if it wasn’t empty, it’s not like he could tell his parents what was going on, just had to put on a brave face and blame his weird mood on a failed algebra test or a bad day at work. So yeah, he’s no stranger to having to go through all this shit alone and trying to just deal with the impossible- with the way his scars itch and he always feels like there’s something just around the corner and the ringing in his ears sometimes and the migraines and the way his chest starts to tighten when he thinks about any of it too hard. And Steve is determined to make sure Eddie doesn’t have to go through that alone, not like he did.

So they have a movie night. It’s supposed to be Eddie’s turn to pick, but he’s waiting for the new Evil Dead to get in at Family Video, so they let El pick and she chooses The Goonies (after some helpful suggestions from Robin), which no one is opposed to because it’s fricking The Goonies. And they're at the point where Chunk is telling the Fratellis about everything bad he’s ever done when Steve gets up and goes to the kitchen to make more popcorn. He hates yelling during the movie, but knows it’ll actually be less distracting in the long run. “Eddie can you come here and help me with something?” He knows Eddie is about to complain, ask why someone else can’t do it, he can feel it in his bones like a sixth sense, so he continues. “I need someone tall.” He knows Argyle is actually the tallest out of the group, but he’s been passed out in the recliner since the Truffle Shuffle. He also knows Eddie will never resist an opportunity to remind everyone that he is exactly one inch taller than Steve and yes it matters.

Eddie hops up from his spot on the floor, too blinded by his own ego to see this is obviously a trap. Steve would never ask him for help to reach something, his pride would prevent him. But Eddie is in the kitchen now, and Steve is pointing to the cabinet above the fridge “there’s more popcorn in there, I just can’t reach it.”

“Aw, too short down there in under 6-foot land? Don’t worry, I’ll get it for you, seeing that I’m the tallest man in the world,” Eddie says, patting Steve on the head patronizingly.

“In the world?” Steve just repeats, in disbelief at how Eddie’s ego knows no bounds.

“Ever, actually,” he casually replies, handing Steve the box of Pop Secret with a smug smile.

He turns on his heel to return to the living room, but Steve grabs his wrist before he can.

“Uh, actually I wanted to talk to you for a minute.” Steve says, voice softer and eyes kinder than they were a minute ago.

Oh no. Oh no oh fuck oh shit. He was about to tell Eddie that he thought this had all gone too far and he knew Eddie had a big fat gay crush on him and that Steve was flattered but just Straight with a capital S. And that was fine! Eddie could live with that, it was honestly probably the best let down he could hope for. But it was so nice living in this delusion where every kiss with Steve didn’t have an overcast cloud of “he rejected you!” over it yet. But Eddie realizes that he’s going to have to have this conversation sooner or later. And he wants to run, oh god does he want to high tail it the fuck outta dodge, but he can’t. No more running, right?

“Ohkayyyy,” Eddie says, feigning oblivion. He decided to stay, not to face it like a man. Baby steps.

“I just uh.. I just noticed that you’ve been ya know kinda off the past few weeks." (Eddie starts to sweat) "You haven’t been around as much-" (his eyes are looking everywhere except Steve) "-and you pretty much always leave while it’s still light out-" (oh god was it that obvious that he didn’t want to be alone with Steve at night?) "- and you’re just keeping to yourself a little more.” (God he’s so fucking transparent) “I just wanted to let you know that, I get it." (Here is comes) "It’s been a year since everything and it’s never easy on the anniversary and I know it’s fucking scary but you don’t have to do this alone." (Steve is still holding his wrist) “You know, you have me and Robin and everyone else to talk to or to stay with and we get it. And I know it’s hard to talk about this shit, but you went through literal hell and that’s nothing to be ashamed of. " (Wait he’s confused) "We’re all still processing and dealing with that trauma and PTSD is super complicated, so like we’re here to talk. It helps a lot more than you think, and I just don’t want you to have to deal with all your Upside Down shit alone, okay?" (He’s still confused but putting the pieces together.)

And Eddie just stairs at Steve for a minute, computing everything Steve just said. Just stares for too long then is appropriate, probably. And Steve looks so concerned, so sincere. And Eddie can’t help but laugh. Fucking fully toothygrincan’tbreathe LAUGH. And now Steve’s a little pissed because, hey man-we all went through shit and people died and we almost died it’s not fucking funny. But before he can chastise Eddie, the taller man is apologizing. “Oh fuck I’m sorry. I’m not—that was really sweet. And I appreciate the fuck outta you. That’s just so not where I thought this conversation was going.”

Steve’s relieved. “Oh.”

Eddie’s relieved “Yeah.”

“So where did you think it was going? “

Eddie is no longer relieved. “Oh it’s nothing.”

“Because something is definitely up with you.”

Fuck. Damn Harrington and his spider sense for always knowing what’s wrong.

Eddie has a couple options. He can keep walking on eggshells, ignoring his friends, and flaking early and pretend like nothing is happening forever. (Or until his crush on Steve goes away. Which it won’t. So forever). He can stop doing that, but still avoid this conversation, and just act like nothing ever happened. (Which notably will be impossible, with the way he can’t ever take his eyes off Steve when they’re together.) Or he can face this. Right here, right now. He can tell Steve what’s going on and they can both get the fuck over it. And hell, the man saved the entire world with a guitar solo, he can face a straight boy not liking him back.

“I like you”

“Yeah I’d hope so. You’re in my home and we’ve been hanging out for like a year.”

“No like… I have, uh, romantic feelings for you. And I know you don’t feel the same and you’re straight and that’s fine, I just couldn’t keep dealing with being around you all the time and you flirting back and kissing me because even though I know it never meant anything to you, it meant something to me and was really confusing so I just had to put some distance there. And I know that you’re probably gonna be pretty upset with me for, like, being gay and letting you joke with me or whatever and that’s fine, I just, uh. Yeah. That’s why I’m being weird. The Upside Down stuff is like, completely secondary to everything else going on in my head right now.”

Steve just lets Eddie ramble. Lets him get it all out while he listens with his arms folded across his chest and eyebrows raised. Once Eddie finally finishes, finally meets Steve’s eyes, Steve can’t help but quirk his brows into the bitchiest expression he can muster.

“First of all, you gotta sort out your priorities. The anniversary of our group shadow dimension almost-death should definitely come before worrying about boys. Second of all, who told you that?”

Eddie’s a little taken aback at Steve’s nonchalance. And confused again. “Told me what?”

“Like. Half of that shit. That I’d be mad at you for flirting with me? That it was a joke? That I’m straight?”

Now that last one really catches Eddie off-guard. “Well. No one. But like. You are. Right? Straight I mean.”

Steve’s face is just getting more contorted as this conversation goes on. “Eddie!” He pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Who’s my favorite singer?”

“What?”

“Answer the question”

“Springsteen. Or Madonna.”

"And what’s my favorite movie?"

“You tell everyone its Animal House but its Rocky Horror.”

It’s like Eddie doesn’t even hear the words that are coming out of his own mouth. And Steve is looking at him wide eyed with an eerily similar expression to the one Robin gave him in that Star Court bathroom stall in the summer of ‘85. “Eddie…” he takes a step closer and Eddie move his eyes to meet Steve’s, brow still furrowed, ass now pressed against the countertop. Steve boxes him in, puts both hands on the counter on either side of Eddie. He wants to kiss Eddie, wants to kiss him and shut him up and drown in those stupid big eyes so fucking bad, but apparently that hasn’t worked yet! Apparently kissing 5 times is just too vague for the metal head. So Steve does what he does best, he flirts relentlessly. His mouth is inches away from Eddie’s and Eddie looks almost drunk off it, trying to follow around Steve’s eyes and lips at the same time. “Remember what you called me in the RV when you were hotwiring it last spring break?” Steve is whispering into Eddie’s blushed skin.

Eddie swallows heavily trying to focus on the meaning behind the words and not just the fact that he can feel them on his skin. “Uh…big boy?” He says, voice almost squeaking, completely void of all previous bravado or sex appeal.

“Mhm,” Steve nods slightly. “I always knew I was into guys. But you calling me that, while hot wiring a fucking trailer. It wasn’t just Johnny Depp in Nightmare on Elm Street in a crop top or Tim Curry in those fishnets anymore. It wasn’t a hypothetical anymore. It was right in front of me. It was you. A little dirty and in leather and me in your fucking vest and you grinning up at me like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing to me.” The whole time he’s making this confession, he’s whispering it straight into Eddie’s skin. He’s getting impossibly closer and ghosting over ever where Eddie needs him. But they’re crotch to crotch at this point and Eddie can feel Steve getting half hard against him at the thought of the memory and Eddie is quick to follow in his footsteps. Eddie is silent, eyes half closed and just relishing at Steve being all over him. “Eds..” Steve practically licks up Eddie’s neck, getting only a hum that sounds like a question back. He removes his right hand from its place on the counter and brings it to Eddie’s chin, gripping it just enough to shock him into opening his eyes and really looking at Steve. “Kiss me.”

Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice. His hands are in Steve’s hair, his shoulders his waist, his ass, just moving trying to feel all of him. Steve is pressing him into the counter so hard now Eddie thinks there might be a bruise across the backs of his thighs, but he doesn’t fucking care because the way the front of their bodies press together is worth everything. Steve’s hands are in Eddie’s hair now, tugging just right and Eddie’s mouth opens enough to let Steve bite his bottom lip and tug. And Eddie almost moans out loud, but catches himself just in time. “Steve.” Now it’s his turn to return a noncommittal hum. “Steve-“ Eddie says more pointedly this time, pulijng him back just slightly by his pockets. Before Steve can protest, before he can let out the whine he's on the verge of, Eddie reminds him of their current situation. “There are kids in the other room. And if you keep going, I’m going to cream my jeans in your kitchen.” Steve loves the idea of Eddie cumming in his pants for him, if he’s being honest, but understands the issue. “Stay the night?” He asks with a few more kisses to Eddie’s neck. “You’ll be lucky if you ever get rid of me again” and Eddie has to practically drag Steve back to the living room, where they’re now sitting almost on top of each other on the floor against the couch. It takes about 10 minutes before the kids realize they never brought back popcorn and Nancy decides to go do it her damn self.

A/N:

The Goonies came out in June of 1985. It’s a banger. I think that El would really like it because it’s got adventure and friendship and bad guys who get what’s coming to them and has a happy ending. It remind her of her friends and she has a crush on Mikey (also rip Bob)

Popcorn was like huge in the 80s? Act 11 and Pop Secret both came out in the early 80s as microwave popcorn and so did a bunch of other brands. I didn’t know it came out so late??? Wtf??? I forget microwaves didn’t exist.

I named each of these chapters after a song from the 80s and they've all been period accurate accept for this one, which came out in August of '87 ( this would take place around March/April of '87), but it's fucking TIFFANY so I made an exception. Anywhore, here's a list of the songs in case you wanna check them out.

You Spin Me Round by Dead or Alive

Every Breath You Take by The Police

Happy New Year by Abba

Suddenly, Seymour from Little Shop of Horrors

Drive by The Cars

I Think We're Alone Now by Tiffany

Thank you for reading my little fic, gay people in my phone! Feel free to follow my fandom Twitter @ hauntedvaginas , check me out on Ao3 @ hoffmannwrites or shoot me DM here if you ever wanna be my friend. I love you and I'm kissing you on the forehead.

#fluff #stranger things #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things au #rattwrites #steve harrington #5 + 1 #5 + 1 fic #steddie fanfic #smut if you squint #idiots to lovers

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It was hard to pick,,,,, so, fjskdjsksjs it’s so many (only sort of sorry,,ngl) 😂

5,17 for kiyazan

9,25 for daemon nd karima

8,15 for Gideon and valen loll

29 for all of em 💀

Once again I FORGOT ABOUT A BLORBO ASK but I literally had this in the drafts and everything and today I bring you answers FHRHDJKSSJ

Kiyazan:

5. How do they comfort each other when they are sad?

Yazan is a big actions guy so if something is bothering her he’d want to take care of it and fix it immediately also kiki loves cuddles and cuddles she shall receive fjskakdjdk will literally do anything to make it better,, holding her, talking about it, dancing it out, ordering her favorite takeout (yazan talking about it is a mix him being sincere and dissing the shit out of the person/situation and I kinda love it djdjskdjdk) leaving kiki’s part for you because I wanna know 😌💗

17. Their ways of expressing their love.

We talked about yazan putting up the shelves that kiara got that have been sitting around since forever and that pretty much what it’s about 😂 he just does things for her, or does things so she doesn’t have to. Pre relationship or pre living together yazan would just go around her house and fix anything that needed fixing fjdksidjdk,, also a big part of why he doesn’t mind doing the chores. To put it shortly acts of service and quality time!

Daemon and karima:

9. How open are they with their feelings?

I know why you’re asking this 😂💀 karima is…. Unfortunately still not the best at it at least in a serious vulnerable context and she bottles up a lot BUT she would sit down with him and be like “can I tell you something homie to homie 😔” and even then she tries to to keep it from getting too deep even when it comes to expressing love she’s not one to get Too sentimental but will let him know she cares about him. But this is mostly when they’re still in the beginning of their relationship (honestly it might take her 2+ years of being like that 💀) but I will say the first time she lets herself cry in front of him…………..

25. Share any headcanons about their relationship.

FHDKSJSKDJ ok so you know karima will just KO whenever wherever and her sleep is heavyyyyyy lol and I just think daemon doesn’t let her sleep in her makeup that’s all 😌 she’s knocked tf out snoring and all and he’s just 🥰 wiping her makeup off and doing her skincare for her

Valen and Gideon:

8. What are their most prominent memories of each other?

PLEASE 😭 valen’s is that he used to keep a pet rat as a kid, everybody refused to acknowledge it because it wasn’t actually a pet it was some rat he found lurking in their gardens and deemed it his bestie and would check up on it every day fssksjdjdj and when the rat died gideon was the one that buried and held a funeral for it 😔

Gideon’s most prominent memory has to be valen punching his dad in a room full of people loll bc not only was it incredibly humiliating and an act of love towards his bestie but it was also the first time anyone really stood up to this bully of a man and he just got wrecked by a teenager fjskaksjdj it was great seeing him hunched over w a bleeding nose until he made a comment about the company his son keeps and then it was both boys vs the guards trying to tear them off him fjdksksjskdn

15. Does their view of themselves differ from their partner’s view?

Sort of lol,, gideon struggles so much with his self image and thinks he’s broken and has nothing to offer or that letting ppl get to know him is essentially a burden on him and them so he just doesn’t make friends or meaningful relationships easily and valen over here just Fails to fathom it because to him gideon’s the most solid friend he’s ever had and literally nothing like all those things he says about himself and so he always makes it a point to let him know all the things he appreciates about him

Valen on the other hand thinks he’s the most interesting and amazing person anyone has the pleasure of knowing and that he’s worth it and because he’s set that expectation for himself any criticism from others or negative emotions from himself is shoved aside in favor of the facade and while gideon agrees he’s amazing and lowkey idolizes him lol he’s the only one actually capable of giving him a reality check that he’ll listen to and seeing him as just valen

All:

29. What are your favorite moments that happen between them?

WAAHHHH LMAO ok to be completely fair my fave kiyazan moment is them throwing up into the same toilet together and kiki tolerating the bugs yazan collects despite hating them bc if this isn’t love idk what is 😂

My favorite daemon karima moment is him kicking the ball in her face when they first met DJDKSKDJDJFN and also ceramics class

And my fave valengideon moment is them going into the city and buying some lame lizard which turned out to be a large dragon they tried hiding in a barn where hay and fire don’t mix very well SGDHFKSKDJDJ rip

[oc romance asks]

#hope this helps 😂👍#I think I spent 3 hours writing this 💀#im obliterated bye #how could you ask me these questions #I’m politely requesting your blorbos pov for this btw I need to know how kiki comforts Yazan and how open daemon is about his feels #karima still acting nonchalant with him for a while and then letting the floor gates open one day is just so emotional to me fjrjskdjdk #that hit me harder than it should’ve negl #Valen was devastated when the rat died #bawled his eyes out the entire funeral rip #you and your bestie beating tf out of his asshole dad can be so romantic actually FJSKAJDKDKDJ #they got into trouble with valen’s dad that night but he thought that going for the nose was a great move for what it’s worth so it wasn’t #a complete loss loll #(typing that made me realize that even tho they were grounded #they all agreed that it was safer to have gideon stay with them a few days than sending him back to his dad) and I hated it #ask #oc asks #thank u for these I had fun answering them 💗💗💗💗💗#my ocs #kiyazan #daemon x karima #valen x gideon

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citizen-zero · 8 months

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People really need to stop pretending as if fully remote work is the ideal situation for everyone because holy shit it is not. Being in the office 3 days a week is what keeps me from going full Yellow Wallpaper from the isolation and having fewer reasons to leave the house and having a less rigid structure to my day.

I agree that if a job can be done fully remote then there’s no good reason to REQUIRE people to come into an office, and there’s plenty of people that will benefit from that. But like. I like the ritual and structure of getting up and getting showered/dressed and driving to the office. I like getting a coffee from Starbucks those mornings. I like seeing my coworkers in person instead of just on Teams calls and being able to shoot the shit. I like being able to do stuff together after work if we want to.

Like I feel like a lot of the people that are really really really horny for working remote are people whose mental health and living conditions don’t make it a struggle to maintain routines and get regular socialization. And I mainly think that because I never see the conversation framed as like, “I prefer remote work because I have social anxiety/sensory issues/immune issues” it’s always like “I like remote work because it’s easier to go on marathon-length runs at 5am every day and then go biking before going to happy hour with my friends I didn’t meet through work” like it’s always absolutely unrelatable shit to me as someone who struggles to have a routine

Like I don’t resent those people or begrudge them what works for them but I wish they’d allow any shred of nuance into the conversation and acknowledge that what works for them doesn’t work for everyone.

It’s ultimately the fault of the capitalist environment we live in that refuses to allow the flexibility on whether to WFH or not but sometimes it feels like I and all other people who don’t do well with WFH are being thrown under the bus when people argue back about why remote should be more of a norm. Like your experience is not universal

#personal #erika's blog and bar

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literaphobe · 1 year

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random wlw drabble because i got bored

“You know what my dream is?”

“What?”

“Going to a skating rink. Disco lights. 70’s vibes. Holding hands with my boyfriend and laughing. Maybe even sharing a milkshake. Him catching me before I fall… all that romantic stuff.”

She’s not talking about ice skating, but my skin freezes over anyway, waiting to be sliced over under the blades of her feet.

“Go do that then,” I get up, voice low. Ready to walk away.

She groans. “That’s the thing,” she gets up, following me, like she’s confused. She takes my hand. It stops me. “I don’t have a boyfriend to do that stuff with.”

The very strange thing about her is that she never stops complaining about all the dates she wants to go on with her hypothetical boyfriend. The even stranger thing is: out of all the years we’ve been best friends… I’ve never seen her date a soul. Never heard her gush or moan about a crush who’ll never notice her.

The strangest thing of all… she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. But maybe I only think that because I refuse to look at anyone else.

Maybe if I did, this wouldn’t be so painful.

It’s interesting, actually. Just yesterday, I was seventy steps away from some guy pressing his hand to a dusty eggshell wall. I say eggshell to act like I care about the color of the wall. It was just a dirty sort of white. What matters more is that she was standing inside that hold, frown greasier than the bacon and eggs we make together on lazy Sundays. We’re both terrible cooks.

He looked interested, like everyone always is, because perhaps I’m not the only one who thinks she’s the most beautiful thing to ever exist.

Men catch on. Men want to fuck the living shit out of her.

Maybe if she’d allow it, I’d finally be free.

Thirty five steps away, I saw her politely shove him away. He looked like his world had just ended. I would’ve felt bad if I didn’t hate his guts for trying. I will never be able to blame him for trying. I only wish I could be so brave.

I find myself ten steps away when she spots me, and though the guy remains in her vicinity, it’s like he no longer exists.

“Ready for Walmart?”

Five steps away. I smile at her, because I have errands to run, and she always insists on coming along. She never makes the journey any more efficient. I don’t think I know how to set foot in a grocery store without her anymore.

One step. She held onto my hand.

But that was yesterday, several hand-holds ago. Right now, she’s still doing the same.

“What about that guy? Or the other guy from last week? Just stand somewhere for more than five minutes and someone’s gonna try their luck.”

She seems to dislike this. She frowns, mouth corners turning down on purpose. She’s being cute, because she knows it works on me. Sometimes I wonder if she knows how evil she is.

“Those guys aren’t boyfriends. They’re just… guys. Gross ass men. Are you telling me you’d date one of them?”

“One of the guys that hit on you all the time?”

It’s a joke. No one really tries their luck with me. But her fingers brush my wrist, so surely my life is filled with fortune.

“I’d hit on you if I were a guy.”

“I’d reject you,” I tease, and she shoves my shoulder. I pull away laughing.

“No you wouldn’t. Now, come roller skating with me.”

“I’m not your boyfriend,” I remind her. Every time she gets whiney about some hypothetical date or another, I’m the one she lives out those fantasies with. I can’t count the amount of ice cream sundaes we’ve shared, the amount of late-night movies we’ve snuck into, the amount of theme parks we’ve ran through day after day after day.

Sometimes, we do other things boyfriends and girlfriends do. When the night is so quiet, so dark, so unnoticeable it’s like nothing ever happened. When her soft wanting moans are all I hear.

None of it is ever acknowledged in moments like these.

Unfortunately, they’re moments I never forget. Sometimes, I look into the darks of her eyes, and I think she remembers it all too.

“I don’t care,” she sneers, and the attitude in her sweet voice, the darkness it possesses, brings me back to earth. She drags us together, bodies clashing like bribery, and I mumble a yes she doesn’t hear.

“If we keep going on your little boyfriend dates like this, you’ll never actually get a boyfriend,” I remind her, but really, it’s a warning. And if you look deeper, it’s actually a plea. “Wouldn’t you rather be a little more patient? You’d have more fun that way.”

“I only ever have this much fun with you,” she tells me, eyes unwavering, and I want to fall to my knees. I want to beg for release, I want her to set me free. I can’t do this anymore.

Everyday, she breaks my heart and puts it back together again. But the cracks of my heartbreak always remain—it isn’t enough to be held by the scraps and figments she throws at my feet.

I want so desperately to be whole.

“It doesn’t matter,” I tell her, eyes downcast. I cannot look at her. I know, from hundreds of mistakes made, that looking means defeat. I only know myself too well—I am doomed to give in to such beauty.

“Why not?”

“I can’t be your boyfriend.”

“Then don’t be my boyfriend,” she says, stroking my hair behind my ear, like it’s that simple.

“But I do everything you want from a boyfriend,” I insist, finally looking at her. She looks at me like she doesn’t understand the tremors in my voice.

“And do you not have fun? Is it not fun, when you’re with me?”

“It’s… too fun.”

She mocks me with a long drawn chortle.

“No such thing as too much fun. Why are you even complaining? We’re wasting time.”

She tries to drag me off again. I stop her.

“One day,” I confess, our eyes meeting proper this time. “One day, you’re going to bring someone else on these little outings. One day, it won’t be me, and I don’t think I’ll be able to take it. So I shouldn’t get used to this—me and you—before it’s too late.”

She ruffles my hair. “Don’t be silly,” she says, like I’m the oblivious one here. “I’m not gonna go anywhere with my boyfriend unless you have one too. You have no idea how fun double dates are gonna be!”

The glass in my throat shatters. I don’t say another word.

“They’re gonna close the skating rink if we drag this on anymore—if that happens, I’ll actually break up with you.”

Her shrill little giggles pollute the air. This time, I run after her touch; I think I’ll always be chasing for it.

She’ll break my heart irreparably someday. But that day isn’t here yet, so I follow her every whim.

#text #writing #IDK LMAO #i saw some tiktok and it made me feel… something #so i just randomly started writing #um. i hope someone likes this…#long post

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tiredstressedemotionalmess · 11 months

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3, 6, 9, 10, 13, 17, and 25 for the ask game? 🥰

woah thank you!!!

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

i remember seeing a post a WHILE ago (not sure if it was actually on here or somewhere else) stating that anyone who says "the killjoys aren't mcr" is just lying to excuse writing rpf. which already on its own is just Incorrect, but then their evidence for this argument was essentially that, if the killjoys weren't mcr then more ppl would ship party/kobra bc there's nothing in canon that says they're siblings 💀

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

i think id have to say funpoison AND I SHIP FUNPOISON OKAY- i just think they're by far the most popular ship and they tend to be the default dd ship for most ppl, which leads a lot of especially newer fans to bring the up at Every Possible Moment even when the content they're interacting with isn't funpoison based (stuff like "wow i loved this story but i think id work better if it was funpoison instead of poisonstar"). its not a super huge or common occurrence, but in comparison to fans of other ships i think funpoison fans are just more likely to be annoying like that bc theres a lot more of them and its the main ship for new fans

9. worst part of canon

THE RACISM. the whole "japan takes over the world" thing is a gross and racist trope that stems from WWII propaganda, the way the director in particular is portrayed in the comics is just FILLED with racist stereotypes of east asian women, and the comics in general severely lack actual characters of color. this post and this post go a lot more in depth into these issues and id highly recommend reading them for those who havent heard a lot on this subject

10. worst part of fanon

ALSO THE RACISM. the best part of fanworks is that creators have the ability to improve upon parts of the original text in their own works, and yet there is is this refusal from white fans that fans of color have pointed out time and time again to acknowledge said racism in canon and how it carries over into fanon works. i know i was absolutely guilty of this in the past and im trying to do better, and i know the only way for us white fans to do better is to LISTEN TO PEOPLE OF COLOR. stop using aave as killjoy slang, stop turning jet star into the motherly one/making him an overbearing caretaker, stop recycling racist shit from the comics in fanart/fics

13. worst blorbofication

jet star. people just looooove giving my poor girl ZERO personality aide from "oh they're the mom friend" "oh they give the best advice" "oh she the one who takes care of the girl" LITERALLY SHUT UP AND GIVE HIM AN ACTUAL CHARACTER TRAIT FOR ONCE PLEAAASE. GIVE HIM SOME DEPTH SOME STORY WRITE HIM LIKE A REAL FUCKING PERSON

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

SHOWPOISON!!! i love them sm they're such an underrated ship imo, i would KILL to see more of them. also i need more art/stories of ghoul and kobra just fucking around and doing dumb shit together i LIVE for that shit and there will NEVER be enough for me THEYRE IDIOTS AND I LOVE THEM AND I NEED TO SEE THEM BEING DUMB TOGETHER

25. common fandom complain that you're sick of hearing

uhhhh yk i honestly cant rlly think of a common complaint thats not actual valid criticism.. OH maybe ppl who talk about actually genuinely wanting a danger days tv show. we have such a good thing going here with the lack of canon there is NO WAY any possible show they could make would be a good idea that wouldn't cause massive chaos in this fandom. and like i reallllly dont trust gerard or netflix or whoever the fuck would be in charge of this show to actually make it good im sorry i just dont its a bad idea on all fronts we gotta stop unironically talking about it 😭

#asks #ask game #am i a hypocrite for that last one bc i joke constantly abt how gerard should put me in charge of the hypothetical danger days show?#maybe! but also no im not bc those are purely 100% JOKES and i was talking abt people who legit want a show to be made/developed #the only reason i even make those jokes is bc i think them making a show would be a bad idea & my involvement would be PURELY damage contro

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strawberrybyers · 2 years

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will has been through hell and back. he has an abusive father who calls him homophobic slurs, he gets bullied at school, gets abducted by vecna/mindflayer/demogorgon or whatever, lives in an alternate world that has scary shit in it for a week, gets possessed, the friendship between him and mike starts to change and he feels like mike is slipping away, mike tells him “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls”, which that line said by mike had to sting so bad especially knowing lonnie and the kids at school would say shit in regards to will’s sexuality and mike is the one person will feels like he can be himself around and not feel any shame about it (not saying mike is comparable to lonnie or the bullies, but in regards to will’s feelings and the trauma he’s been through of course what mike said would be extremely hurtful. we even see how hurt he is in the following scene where he’s destroying castle byers), will then moves away to cali, he barely hears from mike, mike doesn’t hug him at the airport, then he has to hear mike confess his love to el (will loves mike and el + wants them to be happy together and that’s why he was advising mike on how to work it out, but i know hearing what mike said had to break his heart in some capacity because from will’s perspective that was the final crack in any chance of being with mike)

anyways, will byers has been through so much shit and my heart just completely breaks for him. i acknowledge his strength to keep going and i think the love he has for his loved ones is beautiful, but i need to see him happy. i need him to be free from all the pain and trauma. i need him to feel the most comfortable with himself he has ever felt. i believe will deserves only the best because he’s a child and he didn’t choose for any of these terrible things to happen to him, so he needs a fucking break. he loves mike and they’re bond is absolutely beautiful, so yes, when i say will byers deserves the best and to be happy that means i want him to be with mike. mike has done some hurtful stuff, but will wants mike. he doesn’t want anybody else. after everything he still loves him. and i will clarify that even if byler isn’t canon, i still need to see will happy. i refuse to keep seeing him experience trauma after trauma and not getting a moment that’s dedicated to making him happy. he’s constantly doing things to keep the peace and make sure others are happy, but it’s time we see that for will. will byers deserves to feel safe and loved.

#byler #will byers defender forever #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things

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roosterbox · 1 year

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Random Inception Headcanon Time!

Today’s episode: Sick days! Who’s a whiny baby when they fall ill, and who lives in denial? Who likes using more natural medicine, if anyone?

As a parent, Cobb is no stranger to ‘the crud,’ AKA the relatively minor illnesses that ravage through children when enough of them gather together. They are essentially human-shaped Petri dishes after all. So stuff like colds and flus don’t often slow him down. And he’ll even do his best to power through the more serious illnesses. Like the time Philippa caught chicken pox, which was a helluva time to find out that Cobb had never had it before. Or the time the whole family, Cobb last, had strep throat. Through it all, he never loses sight of what’s important - that, sick or not, these children depend on him, so he better act like an adult.

Arthur refuses to acknowledge sickness, any time it hits him. He figures it’s a mind over matter thing, and that if he ignores it, it’ll go away. A philosophy which drives Eames insane… especially when it seems to work at least 75% of the time. Most of time, Arthur is sick for a day, then fine by next morning/afternoon. The times when he’s not, however, he spends it mostly in bed. He also gets a bit more clingy, which Eames would tell you is the only silver lining to his partner being sick. And Eames does enjoy waiting on his darling hand and foot when he’s ill.

Eames is quite the terror when he’s sick. Needy, whiny, very much the ‘woe is me why were we made to suffer such indignities’ type of person. Arthur will only roll his eyes and take it all in stride. And they’ll snipe at each other, playfully. Because that’s just Eames exaggerating, being dramatic, in order to be taken care of. It’s when Eames is curled up under blankets, monosyllabic and quietly miserable, that Arthur knows he REALLY doesn’t feel good. That’s when he’s at his most vulnerable, physically and emotionally, and those are the times when Arthur is the one waiting on his lover hand and foot. Both of them have an unspoken understanding that these moments of illness - when they feel their absolute lowest - are never to be used as ammunition in a domestic spat. Whether a teasing one or a more serious one.

Ariadne has been known to overwork herself when she’s working on a passion project. Sometimes to the point of exhausted sickness. She’s trying to be better about this, though. Especially when the only person around to take care of her… is herself. And don’t even start talking about that, in her own words, “herbal remedy shit” around her.

Yusuf self-isolates at the first sign of trouble. A little throat tickle? A slight cough? Temperature risen by more than a degree or two? SHUT EVERYTHING DOWN. Part of this comes from growing up among a gaggle of siblings, who were always giving each other ‘the crud.’

Saito never gets sick, and that’s the story he’s sticking to. Everyone in his employ is sworn to secrecy. Literally - they signed NDAs and everything. If ever one of them were to, say, see him walking down the hall to his office, nose red with a box of tissues under his arm, well…

Robert takes care of himself quite well. Vitamins and other supplements are a regular sight in his house. As such, he’s rarely sick. But when he is, he powers through it. His father taught him that.

#inception #arthur x eames #random inception headcanons #big strong guys becoming absolute babies when they’re sick #such a good trope #lol #getting ready for Inceptiversary #with some headcanons

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