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eepywriters · 4 months

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I LOVED YOUR MESSAGES WITH QUACKITY ❤️❤️❤️

please do getting into an agrument with quackity headcanons please 🙏🏻🙏🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻😙😙🫣‼️💕💕🩷🩷

.✦°. • getting into an argument hcs (*´Д｀*)

warnings: a bit of angst and maybe a bit ooc? I tried 😞🤚🏻

a/n: HIII!! THANK U SO MUCH! It means a lot :D and sorry if it took so long ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ finals kicked my ass so I couldn’t write for a while BUT IM HERE SO LET’S GET INTO IT

EARLY INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

(thinking of a young, little experienced Alex)

Oh it’s jover

This could actually be something that could cause a breakup cuz let me tell you THIS MAN just can’t stand confrontation

If it’s something that bugged you, he’d probably understand your point of view but would also be very overwhelmed at the thought of losing you cause he hasn’t been good enough for you, resulting in him hyper focusing on his spiraling thoughts rather than listening to what you are saying

I feel like he’d also be the type to act like nothing happened right after an argument; he’d ignore the tense situation and make jokes to light up the mood and forget about it. He’s not dense, he knows it hurts you to see him seemingly ignore your feelings like that, but he’s not used to being listened so he ends up making his partner go trough his predicament as well

BUT it’s even worse if it’s something that bugged HIM; he probably wouldn’t tell you about it, much preferring to suck it up and don’t cause problems, even though he IS creating more problems

the underlying tension caused by his silence would bring the relationship to a breaking point:

1 you break up and the regret eats him up (probably also wouldn’t reach out again because of shame and a tiny bit of ego)

2 you talk about it cause it can’t go on like this

When I talk about bugging tho, I’m thinking about things that don’t surge an immediate reaction from him, because if he’s mad, he’s mad.

He’s the venomous type, forget his silence and self pity, he’ll probably laugh in your face in irritation and say whatever the fuck he thinks

He’ll retreat to his office as soon as he sees the hurt in your face, understanding he went to far and going back to he’s usual silence, ending up giving you the silence treatment. (he also feels incredibly ashamed) (he’ll just stay in his office all day, editing mindlessly since his mind is anywhere but in the work he’s doing)

He’ll either leave you alone in bed that day, making you sulk and feel as lonely as ever, or will sleep with you but it’ll be the coldest shit ever (like the typical movie scene where two people sleep super afar from each other)

Don’t misunderstand tho, he does feel guilty, he just struggles with communicating his feelings properly (*´ー｀*)

“(Name) I’m not a child, stop acting like you are my fucking mom” he spat, a look of indignation spreading on his features, shaping his otherwise gentle appearance into a strong, furious one.

“Cant you understand that I’m worried about you?” you strike back, jaw impossibly tightened “I understand that you’re very dedicated to your job, but you can’t get yourself to this state.” You sigh, not able to keep up the mad act: “You look very tired Alex”.

You take a tentative step towards him, determined to show him you weren’t scolding him, nor were you mad at him. You were trying to establish contact with him, not start a fight, after all your irritation came from worry, not anger. But he didn’t receive that well. His brows scrunching even further while his mouth twitches downwards.

“Stop acting like I’m some fucking rabid animal. I can take care of myself just fine, I don’t need a fucking babysitter”.

Seems that wasn’t the right move.

The way he was saying your name was probably what hurt the most. You find yourself missing the gentle tone he usually reserved to it when spoken.

“What are you even saying?” you breathe out, your voice being so fragile you almost don’t recognize it as your own. “Do you hear what you are saying? You are being impossible Alex”.

At this point his foot is stomping nervously on the floor. He’s getting annoyed by the minute and he can’t wait to forget about this tense situation. Arguments always put him on edge, but instead of working on the root cause of his discomfort, he always had preferred to just get himself out of the mess as soon as possible. (He hadn’t yet grasped how much that could hurt others). And that’s why, out of everything he could’ve gone, he replied with the one of the most uncalled for things he could ever come up with.

“Maybe instead of worrying about me, you should take a good look at yourself first”.

And you know what he was trying to entail.

You were never insecure of your dark circles, or at least, it wasn’t something that bugged you on the daily ever since you had found a common ground with Alex, knowing he struggled with very prominent circles cause of his lack of sleep. But for someone like him, who always had a hard time with his appearance, to clap back at you by going for your looks? Foul. Unexpected. Not like him at all.

You were sure he could tell from the look of disbelief on your face that he had fucked up.

Alex’s breathing keeps up, his chest constricts, and the anger and the pride that he has wearing like a tailored suit are stripped out of him at the sight of your frown. His mind goes haywire trying to come up with any response.

Maybe if you would’ve known him better by then, you would’ve known how terrified he was of your judgment. Even though his fame often had him deal with horrible comments filled with free hate, if judgement came from you, it scarred 100 times more than anything could ever do.

“Just leave it be, I’m fine” it’s all he mutters before booking it and hiding himself in his office, leaving you to stand there, in the middle of your living room.

Tears prickle your eyes, threatening to fall at any moment and your lip begs you for mercy as you bite into it.

God, why was communicating so difficult in this house?

LONG INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

It took time, it took healing, it took sitting down and TALKING to finally find your balance

He’s still pretty much venomous when it comes to immediate triggers, but after you are both done fighting and cursing each other out, you talk about it and come out of it somewhat unscathed

Anger isn’t easy to control or refrain after all, but you both try your best, and you are able to make up most of the times without falling into old dynamics of silent treatment or isolation

If something bugs him, he most likely will tell you; he is hesitant about it, but after many nights spent in your arms, he starts to let go on some of his biggest worries (anxiety still gnaws at his core every time he opens his mouth though, that doesn’t get old at all)

If something bugs you, he doesn’t shy away from confrontation anymore; he’s not perfect at it either, he still feels the urge to run away and laugh about it all, but he’s gotten way better at it

He’s still very scared of you having a negative opinion about him, but now you know him well enough to spend some extra time to reassure him that you won’t stop loving him for a petty fight, and that arguments in relationship are important to grow not only as a couple, but as people too

“(Name)” he calls out, and you instantly recognize the hint of anxiety that he’s trying to hide from you.

“Yes honey?” you reply, taking your eyes off your phone to stare into his pretty, brown ones. They screamed stress, fear, yet also determination. He did so much progress compared to the beginnings of your relationship. You were proud of him.

Alex took a deep breath before saying: “Uhm, It’s about the photo of us you posted earlier”. You could practically smell the tension in the air. His body is stiff, his chest is heaving, but your gaze is captured by his fingers and by how his nails are digging into them continuously, tearing his already red skin.

You take his hands in yours, preventing him from doing further damage to his poor, abused fingers. You knew he does it as a way to ground himself, but he really needed to find a new coping method - one that didn’t feature him torturing his body if possible.

He stares at his hands in yours for a while. You don’t say anything, allowing him to take his time.

“Okay fuck it” Alex whispers under his breath, so quietly you almost miss it.

“It makes me feel insecure, I don’t like it” he admits, keeping his focus on your hands as he munches his bottom lip nervously. You, in response, draw slow circles on his hands, offering him a gentle smile.

“Can you delete it..?” he sounds unsure, like he’s testing the waters instead of actually making a request. Either way you welcome it.

You put one of your fingers under his chin, gently applying pressure for him to lift his head, just enough to look at you. “Of course I can. Thank you for telling me Alex, I know it’s hard”. His once tense body relaxes.

He avoids your tender gaze, seemingly preferring to stare at the floor, yet you see the soft blush that was quickly taking over his cheeks. You also can’t help but notice that he already had found his charming smile back.

“Stop looking at me like that” he mumbles as his smile spreads. Uh oh, that can only mean trouble.

“Like what” your eyes narrow, not trusting his new found confidence.

“Like this”.

His imitation is pitiful: furrowed eyebrows, small frown and large puppy dog eyes. The more you look at him, the more he reminds you of that one emo guy that kind of looks like him (he definitely does). He looks ridiculous. How did you even fall in love with this dude?

You slap his arm, scoffing out a laugh as you look at him incredulous: “I don’t look like that!”.

“I think you do” he says with a smug tone, one that makes you want to hit him with a pillow till he goes back to sleep. And maybe you just will.

“Oh it’s on you motherf-“

The room was filled with laughter instead of unconfortable, loud silence.

(first post of 2024 yippiee)

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https-yeonjun · 4 months

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ghostin (l.dh)

wc. 2559

genre. angst

tags. haechan x fem!reader, the one who got away (kinda), unrequited love, warnings: infidelity (kind of, emotional, very much one sided), mentions of alcohol

a/n. this is based off of ghostin by ariana grande. this is really sad (like even as i was writing this i was like that's a new low even for me) but i really hope you enjoy it because i really enjoyed writing this. this is the first thing i've written for haechan, my muse , my angel, my sunflower but i have so many ideas now hehee. this was also supposed to be like 400 words, oops.

more of my work

one: he leaves you

from haechan 🤍: i just got the keys to my new place from haechan 🤍: it’s so much better than the pictures from haechan 🤍: i really wish you were here

your phone buzzes on your night stand.

picking it up, you can feel your heart breaking into pieces all over again as you read the text messages. i really wish you were here. you try to stifle the tears bubbling up in your eyes, so as to not wake up the man sleeping beside you.

but it is no use. you can feel your boyfriend stirring awake beside you. “are you okay? who was that?”

“just haechan,” you respond, in between sniffs. “he just moved into his new place.”

with an understanding nod, he pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you. you nuzzle closer to him, taking up all his warmth. it isn’t what you want, but it is what you have. he lays beside you, gently stroking your hair. “it’s okay, i got you.” he whispers until you fall asleep.

if only that could solve everything, but at least it brings you comfort in this moment.

two: he loves you

from haechan 🤍: hiiiii from haechan 🤍: im sooo drynk riggt now from haechan 🤍: can i calll you??

you can barely respond when his call comes in.

you’re sitting on the couch of your boyfriend’s friend’s apartment. all night, they’ve been playing drinking games and you’ve occasionally joined in, but you mostly sat with your boyfriend’s arm around you as you nursed your diet coke.

when your phone rings, everyone stops to look at you. “i, uh, i should take this.” you stammer, walking out of the room, but not before shooting your boyfriend an apologetic glance.

“hae, are you okay?” you whisper into the phone.

“that rhymes,” he giggles on the other side of the line.

“i know,” you can’t help but smile, thinking about just how much you wish he was here with you. “are you okay?”

“things are so different here,” he begins, “especially without you.”

you feel your heart skip, but then you look back into the hallway and you see your boyfriend and his friends laughing together and you can’t help but feel a pang of guilt. “haechan, i don’t know what to say.”

“i know, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have called you.”

“no, it’s not that. i don’t want you to feel like i’m not here for you anymore, just because you’re not here anymore. just tell me what’s up? how’s your life there?”

you sit on the floor in the hallway listening to haechan ramble about his apartment, and how his neighbors are super loud at night, and how the doorman always glares at him when he walks in, and how the old lady that lives above him always bakes him cookies to thank him for bringing in her groceries. he goes on about his job, and his coworkers, and his bosses, and the friends he’s made there. and he does this until he falls asleep.

all eyes are on you when you walk back into the living room after you hang up. you return back to your seat. “i’m tired, i wanna go home.” you tell your boyfriend, who is shifting in his seat beside you.

he bids his friends farewell and the two of you leave.

the car ride home is completely silent, save for the pop song playing on the radio. “what did he want?” your boyfriend finally asks you.

“i don’t know,”

“you were on the phone with him for an hour and a half?”

“i think he just needed someone to talk to.”

you can’t tell if he was jealous or angry at you at this moment but you both leave the car enveloped in a quiet unease that neither of you address ever again.

three: you lose him

from haechan 🤍: i’m going to be in town this week from haechan 🤍: i would really love to see you

you stood in front of the vanity in your bathroom, re-applying your lipgloss for the third time already. the day you would see haechan after eight months was finally here and you just wanted to look perfect.

your boyfriend appears next to you as you put your things away. “how do i look?” you asked him, staring at him intently through the mirror.

“you look beautiful,” he says. the sadness that is always lingering in his eyes and in his voice is still there, but you don’t seem to notice.

“i’m really nervous,” you hold a mirror close to your face, anxiously monitoring how your makeup looks.

“do you want me to drive you there?”

“you don’t have to,”

“i want to,” he tells you before leaving the room. “i’ll be waiting downstairs.”

you sit in the passenger’s seat of your boyfriend’s car, twiddling with the hem of your skirt, excitedly counting down the minutes until you’re in the booth of the diner that you and haechan always would go to before he moved.

you finally arrive and your boyfriend parks at the front. “call me if you need anything.” he leans in to give you a kiss.

pulling away, you open your purse and reapply your lipgloss.

“thank you again for driving me here.”

“it’s not a problem. i love you, you know that right?” he asks you.

“yeah, i do.” you exit the car, closing the door behind you.

you pick your booth by the window and watch your boyfriend’s car drive off. the soft hum of the conversations around you weave through the air as you patiently wait for him, your fingers tracing the condensation on the side of the glass of water you ordered when you got there.

finally the door chimes, signaling his entrance. he walks in holding the hand of a girl whose presence immediately sends ripples of disappointment down your spine.

time seems to pause as you observe them approach your table. a myriad of emotions danced across your face, and as he looks into your eyes, you try your best to stop your smile from faltering.

“it’s so good to see you,” he greets, a genuine warmth in his voice. you stand up to hug him and you enter into a collision of past memories and present uncertainties.

“you too, haechan. i’ve missed you,” you reply.

and then he introduces her – the girl whose hand he held, whose presence altered the dynamics of this reunion. “this is my girlfriend.”

that ten letter word that you were dreading. you knew it was true but you were hoping that you could somehow convince hope to make it not true.

you had been so consumed by the fantasy of what could have been – what should have been.

it should have been you. he should have told you that he loved you. he should have asked you to be his girlfriend. he should have told you to drop everything and run away with him. he should have chosen you every step of the way,

but he didn’t.

and maybe if he did, it would have been you sitting beside him in the booth, holding his hand so tightly, like he would disappear in a moment. it would have been you causing his eyes to crinkle in the way that it does when he laughs. it would have been you making him feel so happy and so complete.

but it wasn’t.

you wanted to be happy for him. because he was finally happy again and that was the most important thing to you – his happiness, and his smile, and his joy that just hasn’t been there in a while. but how could you be happy when you’re mourning the greatest loss. you always lived with the thought that there could, possibly, sometime in the future, be a chance that the two of you could make it work. but as he fed his girlfriend a fry from off his plate, you realized that was never going to happen.

“do you want us to take you home?” haechan asked after he had paid the bill.

you could think of about five hundred and fifteen things you would rather do than be in the car for even ten minutes with them. “no, my boyfriend isn’t too far from here.”

you stand outside the diner as your boyfriend’s reliable gray car pulls up to the front.

“how was it?” he asks you when you sit down.

“i don’t really want to talk about it,” you say quietly.

you spend the rest of that weekend wrapped up in your comforter, only coming out of bed to eat when your boyfriend begged you to.

on monday morning, he comes into the room. “do you still want to go to my sister’s engagement party? it’s fine if you’re not up for it. i’ll just let her know.”

“no, i think i’ll be fine.” you weakly answer, “i want to go.”

that evening you manage to get yourself dressed and dolled up even though you feel completely lethargic. when you arrived at the party, you stood at your boyfriend’s side as he greeted his sister and her fiancée. the four of you stood for a while, chatting. at least the three of them were. you, on the other hand, were trying to find the easiest way to slip away to the open bar.

eventually you found your out – your boyfriend was called to talk by some family friends and you could finally escape to the bar. “can i get a martini, please?” you ask the bartender.

you sit at the bar, scrolling through your texts with haechan again. he had texted you a few times since you saw each other at the diner, but you just didn’t have it in you to respond to him. locking your phone, you look around the party, spotting your boyfriend talking to some of his old friends. he looked so happy and you couldn’t help but feel sorrier and guiltier for the way you’ve been feeling the past few days. but that didn’t stop you from flagging the bartender again to order another martini.

the bartender had replaced your drink twice already when they called you for dinner. you stand up from the barstool, your movements betraying the effects of intoxication to the bartender. “i think we need to cut you off now,” they joke with you.

you laugh it off, but still appear unsteady. you make your way over to your table, a slight sway in your posture. you kept telling yourself to keep walking straight, but as you weaved through the tight dining space, your steps were marked by a wobbly and lurching quality.

you finally make it to the table, not so elegantly sliding into your assigned seat.

“where were you?” your boyfriend leans in to ask you.

“at the bar,” you whisper yell in response.

“we can tell,” his sister jokes across the table from you. you give her a tight lipped smile.

the waiter places the dishes on the table. everyone digs into the meals in front of them, but your appetite is absent. instead of savoring it, you absentmindedly toy with the food on your plate. your boyfriend, concerned, softly encourages you to eat but you brush off his suggestion, insisting that you’re not hungry.

“you haven’t eaten all day,” he persists and for some reason, that just sparks frustration within you. you abruptly excuse yourself from the table, stumbling as you hastily exit the dining hall. you hear your boyfriend hurriedly apologize to the rest of the table before following you outside.

“what’s going on?” he calls out after you.

“nothing, i just don’t want to be in there.”

“you told me that you wanted to be here.”

“well, i don’t anymore.”

“can you please talk to me?” he pleads, genuine concern in his voice.

“i can hear everyone talking about me,” you confess, your emotions bubbling to the surface.

confused, he asks, “what?”

“i know your friends hate me. your sister hates me too.”

“what? no one hates you.” he insists, trying to reassure you. “they love you; they just don’t know you like i do.”

with a straight face, you dismiss his words. “you don’t have to lie to me. no one loves me.”

his eyes widen in disbelief. “i love you.”

“well, haechan doesn’t,” you declare softly.

“what?”

“haechan doesn’t love me.” his name heavy on your lips, like it was a bad word that you weren’t allowed to say.

a moment of silence hangs in the air as he processes your revelation. he scoffs, running his hands through his hair in disbelief. “what is this about?” he sits down beside you.

“he has a girlfriend,” a heavy revelation hangs in the air. the dim lighting of the quiet street casts a shadow on both of you.

“oh,” he pulls you into him, his strong arms enveloping you. the scent of his cologne surrounds you as you rest your head against him, closing your eyes to shield you from your reality. unbeknownst to you, he struggles to keep his bittersweet smile at bay. he wants to comfort you and be there for you but he can’t help but love knowing that now he doesn’t have to share you with someone that you never belonged to.

the silence stretches, broken only by the muffled sounds of distant traffic. his soft hands caress your arms in an attempt to soothe the storm of emotions raging within you. your tears stream down your face onto his suit jacket as you find solace in the warmth of his embrace.

after a while, you sit up straight. “i’m sorry,” you say, your voice barely audible.

“it’s fine,” he reassures you. “i can get it dry cleaned.”

you shake your head. “no, not the suit.” he cocks his head in confusion. “i mean for everything.”

“y/n,” he begins, but you cut him off.

“i’m a terrible girlfriend.”

“no you’re not,”

“you’re so good to me and i’m terrible to you. that’s why your friends hate me. that’s why your sister hates me. i’m so selfish. i’m so horrible. i–”

“you’re not selfish or horrible.”

“i am.”

“you’re not.” he lifts a hand to gently wipe away a lingering tear on your cheek.

“i spent a weekend crying about some guy who has a girlfriend, while you were at the door waiting for me to come out,”

his sighs, taking in the weight of your words but refusing to let you dwell in self blame. “you guys have a history that i guess i don’t understand.”

“i heard your sister telling you to break up with me.”

he looks down the quiet street, a furrow forming on his brow as he recalls that conversation. “i-”

you look at him, your eyes searching for answers“i know you defended me, but sometimes i wonder why you don’t just break up with me.”

“because, i love you.” the words echo in the quietness.

“i hurt you. every day of our relationship, i have hurt you. you never say anything, but i know it hurts watching me cry over him.”

he meets your gaze, sincerity in his eyes as he navigates the intricate web of emotions between the two of you. “i still love you.”

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p0ssywhippedcream · 10 months

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I'm back again! So for me, all the one-shots where Percy is being a shit to y/n are like a series of a toxic relationship, and I WANT HIM TO SUFFER SO BAD. It could be because I despise assholes or because he reminds me too much of my shitty ex (Percy, I adore you, but this is personal now).

Yes, my ex wasn't over his ex while being with me and told me that he preferred to still have the 140 pictures (yes, I remember this detail) of her than be with me.

Like I said before, I would love fluff, but I need vengeance! I NEED IT!

So please, I beg you! Write something that will fulfill my soul; I know you can. I only want him to pay, nothing else.

Love, THE Anon 🧚

I've tried to figure out how to say "fuck your ex" in a creative way but low-key im too tired he's just a douche n im so happy you know you deserve better n you're not with him!!! Also I wrote this sleep deprived on a 8 hour flight n actually kinda hate it but I promised so I deliver.

48 times. 48 times Percy’s called you and 48 times you haven’t picked up. It’s been about two weeks since you left and he hasn’t heard a lick of you, complete silence on your end.

For a while he respected the wall you’d put up, only because he didn’t miss what was behind it. He had Annabeth, his best friend and he didn’t need you.

Then earlier, he was doing the dishes with his mom. She was drying and he was washing and maybe he would’ve noticed her silence sooner if he wasn’t zeroed in on scrubbing off a chunk of fried egg.

When he finally looked up, Percy noticed her staring out the window with the look she only got when she was thinking of his dad and nudged her gently.

“Mom?”

Sally turned and met his questioning gaze. Her eyes were less sad, more reminiscent.

“Sometimes I just wonder, what it would have been like if he stayed.”

Percy nods, thinking of the man in the next room who stepped in the empty role his father left behind.

“I love Paul, my life now, but I just know that... maybe if he tried a little harder, you could have had it a little easier… I won’t ever forget the love I had for him because it gave me you, but I don’t think I’ll ever forgive it either.”

And now he’s sitting on his bed, slumped over his phone with so many wonders. Could you ever forgive him? Why was it so easy to let you go if it hurts so bad now?

He calls you again, gets your up-beat ringtone and can’t help the surge of anger. It’s misdirected, you don’t deserve it and it immediately returns full force his way with a guilt tenfold.

So he calls you again and you tell him to leave a message at the beep. He hangs up before he can hear it.

His thumb hovers over the little phone on his screen, 50 times is pushing it.

He gives you a break, and waits, and waits, and waits.

And an hour later, his phone rings and he practically pounces on the device. It’s your smiling face shining up at him and your concerned voice echoing when he picks up.

“Percy? You okay? What’s going on?”

“I-I’m okay, I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Percy,” You sigh, “I was seriously freaked out, I thought you might be dying or something.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Okay.”

He heard you take a breath, holding one of his own.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“I’m- I’m sorry. I’m really sorry and really stupid and I should’ve apologized so much sooner.”

“Yeah, I know.” He winces, “Anything else?”

“Annabeth doesn’t mean anything to me that way, it’s you. It’s always been you and I’ve been too blind to see the obvious. I thought I needed her still because I knew I could never ask you to be what she was.”

You don’t say anything, he’s compelled to go on but a little scared he’s already messed up.

“Percy, there’s so much wrong with everything you just said but I don’t have the energy to correct you. I’m tired, it’s been a long day and I really just can’t do this, okay?”

“Wait, p-please,” His voice cracks and he makes no attempt to cover it. “Can you just listen to me?”

“No, I can’t. When I said I was done, I meant it. Don’t call me again.”

And with that, the phone call is over. The dial tone is a harsh contrast to your soft voice, it breaks his heart a little more. He misses you a little more when he pulls the phone away from his ear and sees what he could have had in your profile picture. He hates himself a little more when the next number he’s calling is Annabeth’s and she’s picking up with a care in her tone he only wants to hear from you.

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luvsuperboard · 1 year

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lee felix, the fuck did you put in the brownies?

pairing: besties!ot8 x gn!reader

contains: crack, cursing, dramatic ass besties bc they’re skz, mentions of weed (mdni).

‼️: remember this is just an scenario and humor, don’t take anything seriously!!

note: I LOVE MAKING THESE, it’s so fun KDJD. btw thank you sm for all the likes and reblogs for “comfort meal” i really appreciate it <33

you were in your room, chilling like a villain –yes, like the movie descendants, what about it– and like the cool person you are when you started to feel dizzy. kind of nauseous although you still felt… relaxed? it was a weird feeling. your head felt heavy and your stomach was growling even though you weren’t hungry, you had eaten moments ago.

you quickly stood up and ran to the bathroom, facing the mirror you took a look at your face; your eyes looked tired and droopy, which was weird since you had gotten a good sleep the night before…

this could only mean one thing, well, you could either be turning into a zombie or you were intoxicated by food –yea let’s go with the second option. your thoughts about zombies and unexplainable things like aliens and stuff are for other story.

back to your illness. you walked around your room, from the bed to the bathroom, from the vanity to the window. still thinking about what could’ve gotten you sick. you decided to go with an elimination process.

“okay… let’s see” you sat on the edge of your bed, frowning as you looked at the floor “yesterday…for dinner, cereal!” yea that couldn’t be, it was normal for you to eat that.

“this morning i had a toast? yea that can’t be” your hand went to your chin as you hummed, your eyes squinting as you tried to remember what else you ate that wasn’t usual or inside your comfort zone.

“today the guys came over… hyunjin brought wine, han brought cheesecake and felix brought brownies but- hold on” finally, good lord.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” mhm, a gut feeling was telling you this had to do with felix.

you quickly grabbed the jacket that was in your kitchens counter and looked for your car keys in the cabinet they were usually in but oh right, you were dizzy, and yea that didn’t help at all. it only caused your head to spin more.

“fuck it, they’ll have to come” you patted your pockets looking for your phone, when you opened it you went straight to the phone app’s keypad type felix’s number.

“beep…beep…beep… hi, it’s felix! please leave your message-”

“AGH, YOU KNOW WHAT? FORGET IT, YOU STUPID ANSWERING MACHINE” okay this wasn’t that deep yet you were getting anxious. but it’s okay we have a second option again.

“i swear to god if this man doesn’t respond” you looked through your contacts and found him; ‘mf with the big ass’.

“HELLO, THIS TIME IM NOT CALLING TO ASK FOR MONEY OR YOUR WORKOUT ROUTINE. PLEASE TELL ME WHERE IS FE-”

“oh hey y/nnnnn~” oh god.

“UM, HI? ANYWAY CAN YOU PLEASE TELL FELIX TO ANSWER MY-”

“felix? oh my! you like him? wowww i always knew you did! i mean im lowkey better but- HEY GIVE IT BACK!”

“NO! WAIT HYUNG WHY ARE YOU CRYING, I JUST TOOK THE PHONE? EW IS THAT DROOL? OH, UHH HEY Y/N!” you sighed when you heard a voice that sounded normal. it was jeongin, your savior.

“LISTEN JEONGIN, JUST LISTEN. BRING WHO EVER I DONT CARE IF YOU BRING THE WHOLE WOLF GANG, JUST MAKE SURE FELIX COMES”

“ALL OF US? WE WENT EARLIER THOUGH. WAIT, OH LORD YOU TOO? DO YOU NEED WATER? DOES IT MATTER IF MINHO COM-” and you hanged up.

1h later…

not four, not five but about a hundred knocks on your apartment’s door, damn. you stood up from the couch – and yes, thankfully you didn’t feel as bad as earlier but the little dizziness was still there. “comin’!”

your jaw didn’t drop because you were too frozen when you opened the door for it to even move. seven men, standing in your home’s entrance, what could be strange about it? they’ve been there before.

oh well let’s just say that one of them was SUCKING ON HIS FINGER LIKE A LITTLE IPAD KID AT HIS GROWN AGE, HOPE IS CLEAR WHO ARE WE TALKING ABOUT. then minho had a mustache drawn on his face? is this even happening? like are you living or this is just a very high quality dream?

changbin seemed normal but he looked like a teenager being forced to be somewhere they didn’t want to be, and hyunjin was lost in his own world like always, yea those two were clean.

jeongin, oh god poor thing, was struggling to keep the furry squad quiet –he had been doing that since they jumped into the car and before you opened the door– otherwise your neighbors could’ve complained.

you decided to let them in before continuing to analyze their states. “where is he.” you sounded like some mafia boss talking to their hitman when you asked jeongin the question “where is lee motherfucking felix”

“I WANNA GO HOME!” oh yea we forgot to go over the way the rest of the literal kids looked like. seungmin was another victim, the mf looked like he always did, he just had one little problem, lets say the brownies made his voice a little… “OH MY GOD, Y/N, YOU ATE THOSE LITTLE BROWN SPONGES TOO!?” louder. he was literally yelling with his whole soul, like his life depended on it. what the fuck.

the rest were okay; minho, hyunjin, jeongin and jisu- wait “WHERE IS HAN JISUNG” you asked desperately. minho was looking at his nails like some sassy king who clearly didn’t want to be there when he spoke “yea don’t worry about him, let’s say he ate some of the brownies and was too… sleepy. yea too sleepy to come”

“that’s good. i wouldn’t be able to handle him right now, also, why do you have a mustache- you know what never mind”

you sighed in relief. now let’s go back to the main topic, lee felix.

there he was, smiling like a five year old after getting a kiss on the cheek from their crush, his cheeks were flushed and his hair was all ruffled “you, chick. couch. NOW!” you were scolding him like you were his mom LMFAO. you just had to stare at the rest for them to follow felix on his way to the living room.

we’re now presenting the sane team! (aka the ones who didn’t eat the brownies) starting with… yang jeongin, lee minho, seo changbin and hwang hyunjin!!!

and the rest (the ones currently in other galaxy) are… um chan, the puppy, freckles and jisung who didn’t even come, god, imagine if he was here.

“WHO THE FUCK MADE THE BROWNIES?!” you asked while they were sitting in the living room’s sofa.

“JUST FELIX!”

“THE FRECKLED KID MADE THEM YESTERDAY, HE WAS ALONE IN THE KITCHEN, I SAW HIM!”

“don’t know, don’t wanna know” very minho from him.

“ash, it was clearly felix hyung” jeongin was trying to act mature but you could tell he wanted to laugh at the spectacle.

“WHY ARE YALL BLAMING ME?! THIS IS SO UNFAIR!” felix threw himself on the floor as he fake-cried? actually cried? what was that mf on?

“you’re the only one that bakes.”

“…”

“moving on!” you said before being beautifully interrupted by a loud ass puppy.

“Y/N DO YOU HAVE BOARD GAMES? IF SO, LET ME KNOW WHERE THEY ARE”

“just go to my room, there must be a monopoly or something under my bed, TAKE CHAN WITH YOU!” you were happy they were going to be entertained for now. lord save chan’s ears though.

seungmin had to drag chan to your room, he pulled him by one arm while the elder’s cheek was flat against the floor, you could see the line of drool his mouth left on it as the puppy looking guy dragged him. ew.

“ALRIGHT SO, CAN SOMEBODY EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT WAS IN THOSE BROWNIES THAT GOT THESE HOES,” you pointed at chan, seungmin and yourself –even though you were in your mind now– “ACTING ALL WEIRD?”

crickets. fucking crickets bruh.

“NOBODY IS GONNA SNITCH? that’s lowkey cool, aww y’all not fake, BUT I DONT GIVE A FUCK, TALK”

“WHY ME THOUGH, LIKE OKAY I BAKED THEM BUT WHY AM I THE ONE THAT PUT SOMETHING ON THEM?” felix tried to defend himself.

hyunjin snorted “the last time you made lemon pie, FUCKING PIE BRO, i found tooth paste on my slice” this time the boys bursted out of laughter.

“SHUT UP I WANTED IT TO HAVE A FRESH TOUCH”

“MINT AND LEMON AREN’T THE SAME, MY GUY” changbin intervened and jeongin like the good maknae he is didn’t waste time on bullying his elder “my guy? what are you a frat boy?”

“SHUT UP”

“and let’s not forget about the time when i found one of jeongin’s toe nails in one of your cupcakes”

“HYUNJIN WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.”

“sorry.”

“how do you even know it was mine…”

“UM BECAUSE I LOVE YOU?”

“THAT MAKES NO SENSE?”

“oh wow i see, if you loved me enough you could tell which toe nails are mine too! from far away even! we’re done.”

“these hoes are nasty bye” minho covered his face with one of the sofa’s cushions. the room was filled with the discussing voices of the guys and now you could see felix getting overwhelmed, oh lord what it’s coming.

“WEED!”

it’s the way the room went quiet as the word left the bakery boy’s mouth, everything stopped, is not like you’ve never seen or heard about weed cmon, but felix? felix + weed?

“HUH?”

“PFT HELP” jeongin started laughing like crazy, but when he heard how felix was quiet and seemed embarrassed he stopped. “oh shit, YOU NOT LYING?!”

“i’m so sorry i must’ve mistaken the brownies, i made two trays! and i didn’t decore them or anything so they all looked the same and i was in a rush because i wanted to bring something to share earlier…”

“i knew that it wasn’t me! they were good but lowkey had a weird taste, sorry lix”

minho was hitting hyunjin’s arm with his elbow, knowing that he can’t control his laughter in the worst moments. “don’t laugh bro, don’t laugh. if you laugh i’ll laugh” minho whispered to the boy. if hyunjin were drinking water that shit would’ve already be going out his nose. this duo man.

“I DONT WANT YOU GUYS TO THINK THAT I DID IT ON PURPOSE!” he pouted like a little kid stop it, but you remember he was yk… flying in the air “I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH I COULD NEVER HURT YOU OR ANYTHING I SWEAR”

“I KNOW I KNOW, IT WAS A MISTAKE I LOVE YOU TOO FELIX.” you sighed and there was silence but “BUT YOU CANT JUST PUT WEED IN A DESSERT BABY”

“WHERE DID YOU GET IT FROM? asking for a friend..” minho is such a mood. changbin in the other hand was covering his mouth, he really thought nobody saw his ass giggling.

“why would you even mix that together, ew” hyunjin said as he continued to draw on a napkin, artsy king 4L.

“OKAY I’LL EXPLAIN, STOP ROASTING ME, DAMN”

“i should’ve brought popcorn for this, shaking my head” changbin said and hyunjin smiled, giving him a high five.

jeongin gasped “DID YOU JUST- did you just say… s-shaking my h-head?! AS IN ‘SMH’ LIKE WHAT YOU TYPE IN TEXT? you’re so 2016, couldn’t be me”

“LET FELIX TALK, DAMN!” thank you minho, we love you.

the boy took in a deep ass breath “okay so, jade asked me if i could help her by making some, ahem special brownies because she was throwing a party and-“

“jade who?”

“oh, a friend!”

“you have friends?” MINHO WHY WOULD YOU.

“i’m so done i’m sick and TIRED and SICK AND DONE BYE IM-”

knock! knock!

“ugh, who is it now, i’ll go get it” hyunjin ran to the door before putting his hair on a ponytail “HELP, HELP ME!”

when you heard the screaming, all of you ran to the entrance to find a short silhouette, it was around 9pm now, it was dark outside, cold and lonely. what could a random person be doing by knocking on your door at that time?

the person was giving you their back, you couldn’t see their face nor their body since they were wrapped around what seemed like a blanket or a big ass sweater.

they let out a growl? bark? was this the beginning of a horror comedy?

“you didn’t tell me…” the person said, the man. still facing the other way. his voice was low and deep, not even felix’s sounded that way bro. at this point you could tell hyunjin had peed his pants and the rest were just as scared.

“didn’t tell you what, sir? what are you?” minho said, his voice sounded firm, he wasn’t risking it so he talked properly and with respect.

“you didn’t tell me, that…”

“WHAT PLEASE SPIT IT OUT. DIDN’T TELL YOU WHAT?” felix yelled at the guy while breathing heavily.

all of sudden the man turned around, dropping the blanket that was covering his body, letting you see the tray his hands were holding. the man had a chocolate-stained manic smile on his face? wait…

you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YALL WERE HAVING A SLEEP OVER! HANNIE IN THE HOUSE BABYYYY” the quokka like guy said while doing a lil dance “BY THE WAY! THIS BROWNIES ARE GOOD AS HELL, LIX”

“SHIT”

#stray kids x reader #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #stray kids scenarios #felix x reader #lee felix #felix skz #stray kids #stray kids fluff #skz #felix imagines

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cookstorys · 1 year

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𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍? 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝

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Character- Jamal Turner

Show/Movie- On My Block

Warning- Just fluff tbh 🤷🏾

Females dni

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You were the closest friends with César and got along with most of his friends, all except one, Jamal. You had nothing against but he always acted weird around you. When you walk to César, He walked the other way. You barely looked at him once and he literally froze and then ran. You didn't know if it was the fact that you were a Santo (by blood) or just him not being comfortable around you but you wanted answers.

Jamal started today as every day. Being his corny quirky self. He walked towards his locker but quickly turned the other way when he saw you waiting at it. Luckily you saw him when he did and sprinted after him, which you caught up. "Jamal I just wanna talk!" You yell out to him and he, thankfully, stopped. He might not seem fast but he is. "Look, I've noticed you've been acting different towards me and I just wanted to see if I did- JAMAL!" You yelled as he sprinted off running again. Leaving you in his dust, tired and sweaty.

______1 week later______

Jamal checks his phone to see another call from Ruby. It's been like this for a week now. Jamal couldn't dare face you again after what he did. He heard a ding coming from his phone to see Ruby sending him another message.

Ruby🌚

Ruby: Look I don't know y you're ignoring the whole group but I could care less. Can we just do our tv marathon as planned before?

How could Jamal be so selfish he forgot all about his agreement with Ruby. All because he's too caught up in himself. One thing Jamal's not however is someone that breaks a promise.

He walked up to Ruby's door and knocked. "Hey, asshole." He smiled and gave him a tight hug. "I have to show you something." Ruby guide him towards the bathroom and pushed him inside. Before Jamal could turn around to stop him from closing the door you beat Jamal to it. When you did finally make it towards the door it was too late, he had already closed the door. "I don't know what's up your asses but I'm going to need you to figure it out." You and Jamal stared at each other as you both heard Ruby walk away. (gif above)

"This isn't funny Ruby. Open the door!" Jamal yelled. "It's no use. You heard him we have to figure out our shit and when I say 'our' I mean your." Jamal looked at you in complete shock. "I got my shit. The real question is do you have YOUR shit." Jamal sassed back. "We wouldn't even be in this situation if you would've just listened to me and not run away the first time." You argued. "I didn't run away I just walked fast the other way," Jamal explained as if he was the smartest man ever.

"That's the literal definition of 'running away. Jamal, I didn't do anything to you why are you so scared of me? Is it cause Im a Santo?" You tested. It was the only theory that made even an ounce of sense to you. "What?! No! César's a Santo." Jamal answered which left u very confused. "Then what is it? Cause I'm so fucking tired of your bs!" You shouted at him."BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" He shouted back. "Oh." You responded. "I knew I shouldn't have sai-.”

Jamal's words were cut off by you grabbing his side, pulling him into a kiss.

"I love you too." You smiled

#on my block #on my block x male reader #jamal turner #Jamal Turner x male reader #male reader #cookstorys

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exololyunho · 12 days

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vault 33

***spoiler warning for ep. 1 of the Fallout tv show***

masterlist

struggling to find a husband in your vault, you submit yourself for the triennial trade, hoping to find a husband from your neighboring vault. you do, but he's not all he seems to be

wc: 2.1k

warnings: violence and death, fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, multiple orgasms, san tries to kill the reader, reader kills san, angst, it gets pretty violent at the end

an: hello I'm back! kind of. its been quite a year and im considering this my redebut lol. this isn't my best work but I'm decently proud of it and I hope you enjoy!

taglist: @staytinyinmybpack @jeonride @becky4733107-blog @ignoretheskies

“My name is Y/n L/n,” your smile is nervous as the three council members before you stare impassively back. “I enjoy teaching ancient history and English. I participate regularly in intermediate phys ed, I do decently well in fencing, and I’ve been known to score moderately highly in riflery.”

Clearing your throat, you spared a glance at the motivational poster of Vault Boy behind the council. Do your best!

“In my free time, I like to garden, write short stories, and read any book I can get my hands on. I received a thorough check from our doctor, and I am proud to announce my reproductive organs are in excellent shape! Even so, I have not been able to find a suitable partner within our vault. Therefore, I submit myself as a candidate for intervault marriage in the upcoming triennial trade!.”

Your heart was beating rapidly as all three of the council members nodded, before lifting their wrists to tap at their pipboys. Within seconds, your own was dinging. You couldn’t believe your eyes as the message “Congratulations!” flashed across your own pipboy.

One week later and here you were, dressed in the standard white dress every woman in your vault had been married in. It was knee length with a flowy skirt that swished whenever you walked. With your name signed on the lining and the veil attached to your perfectly styled hair, you were off to the intervault door.

With your father, the overseer, at your side, you waited with the rest of Vault 33, eagerly anticipating the first glimpse in three years of your neighbor Vault 32. As the gatekeeper pushed the button, the big door labeled 32 moved towards you, then rolled to the side to reveal the people hidden behind.

They were… not what you had expected. In your own vault, everyone and everything was pristine, the example of a shining gem of a society. The people of Vault 32 were far from that. Their standard issue jumpsuits were worn and slightly faded. The people themselves weren’t necessarily dirty, but their hair was messy, their skin blotched and weathered, and their appearance all around unorthodox. Some of them had tattoos, even on the limited skin showing at their hands and necks. A few even had visible scars that looked like knife wounds, something that shouldn’t be possible in a vault.

But no matter. These people had been through hardship, losing their overseer and having a poor harvest this year. You did your best to keep the smile on your face as their overseer stepped forward to greet your father. The two made small talk, but you were not listening. All you could focus on was scanning the faces of the people before you, trying to figure out which one would be your new husband. There were lots of them, so it was hard to make out the faces of the people in the back. Everyone in the front seemed to be either too old or female so that ruled them out.

Finally, you grew tired of speculating. “Sooo, who am I marrying?”

The overseer of vault 32 smiled at you before gesturing at her people. “This is San.”

From the back of the crowd, a man walked forward. Unlike many of the other vault 32 dwellers, he had no visible scars. His head hung low, but other than that he looked like he belonged in your vault. He was handsome, with a chiseled face, a strong frame, and a full head of thick black hair.

One of the women behind you whistled under her breath.

“Let’s get this show on the road!” Your dad exclaimed, and everyone began to move.

In the hall, you and San traded vows. They were standard really, nothing too exciting since you didn’t know each other. But that first kiss… that first kiss was great. It was relatively chaste but the feel of his plush lips against yours and the intensity in his eyes before and after left you heated and ready for your first night together.

San didn’t speak much after that. Instead he focused on the food provided, devouring almost everything on his plate quickly, as if he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Even as he was stuffing his face, you couldn’t help but admire his features. His dimples added to his charm and the way his hair fell into his eyes made him look younger. His youthful but handsome appearance was doing things to you, lighting a fire deep inside.

“So, San,” you began, “what is your sperm count?”

San choked a bit on the bite of food he had just swallowed. Coughing a few times, he eventually croaked out, “Um, high.”

“Ah good, my reproductive organs are in great shape so we should have a fruitful marriage!” your smile was wide, although your happiness was dashed slightly by the noncommittal “yeah” San gave. Focus on the positive, Y/n.

A few hours had passed and by this point you were mingling, talking to some of your friends and nibbling on jello cake, when a hand met your waist. Looking up, your eyes met San’s.

“Show me to my new home?” He had a sly smile on his face.

A light flush reached your cheeks as you nodded at him with a wide smile. With that, the two of you were off. Cheers followed you as you led him down the winding hallways to your very own unit. Pressing the button, the large door rose to reveal the one room unit you’d be sharing for the foreseeable future.

“This is us!” you led the way inside, eager to show him all the amenities available to you both as he shut the door behind you. “We’ve got every kitchen appliance you could think of, a full shower, they even got us a little welcome home basket!”

You turned back to face him but your happy smile quickly turned to shock at seeing him standing there, completely naked with a hand stroking his impressive dick. His face had that sly smile back on it.

Regaining your composure, you smiled again. “Okey dokey!”

With that you moved towards him, connecting your lips as your hands roamed his body. San’s tongue invaded your mouth as your hands traced his abs. Gosh, he was so hot it was making your knees weak. His hands reached around to grab your ass as he spun you so your back was against the wall.

One of your hands found his hair, tugging on the stands as his lips traveled to your neck, nipping and sucking on your pulse point, forcing a sigh from your lips as your eyes closed to enjoy the sensation.

All too soon, he stepped away from you, his hooded eyes meeting yours. “I want to fuck you on the table.”

A grin crept onto your face as you removed your undergarments. “Then lie down big boy.”

San’s devastatingly handsome smirk matched yours as he laid back on the table, lazily stroking his dick and watching you walk towards him, still wearing your veil and wedding dress. With ease, you climbed onto the table, straddling his waist.

Sinking down, you let out a sigh that matched his groan as you took him all the way in. Gosh, this felt good. He filled you in the best way, reaching deep inside you and brushing past that spongy spot that made your mind blank.

You only allowed yourself a few seconds to enjoy being full before beginning to move. Rolling your hips up and down as your fingers left scratches on his chest. His hands came to your waist to help you move even faster on top of him. The pace was incredible, easily the best sex you’d ever had.

San’s hips started pumping up into you on every downstroke you made, causing your eyes to flutter shut as you gasped out a moan. His hands disappeared from your waist, sneaking under your skirt where one grasped your thigh and the other made contact with your clit.

You doubled over as his fingers started working you in tight circles. Letting out gasping cries of his name, your rhythm faltered and he took over.

Holding you to him, San stood up off the table before laying you out on it, your hips positioned at the edge. He started thrusting with a vengeance as his fingers still circled your clit at a wondrous pace. Your back arched off the table as your moans increased in volume while your orgasm crept up on you.

“San- I-” your mouth dropped open when he switched the angle of his thrusts to perfectly hit your g-spot. He noticed your reaction and kept that angle, jerking gasps and whines out of you with every thrust in. You were so close, teetering on the edge of what was surely about to be the best orgasm you had ever experienced.

“Cum for me, Y/n. Come on be a good girl,” San’s crude words and the increase of pressure on your clit from his fingers pushed you past the breaking point.

Your body locked up, interior muscles spasming around him as he groaned and gave a few more jerky thrusts before spilling inside you. Meanwhile, colors were exploding behind your eyes as you rode out the waves of pleasure that were overtaking your conscious mind.

Panting, both of you stayed connected as you came down. With your eyes closed, you rested, relishing the fading high and the boneless feeling of good sex. Until San was pulling you up from the table.

“Wha-” you could barely get a word out as he spun you around, pulling down the zipper of your dress, leaving you standing there naked as it fell to your feet.

“San-” again you tried to ask what he was doing but he was pulling you to the bed and tossing you into the middle before crawling in after you. His hands quickly found your thighs, forcing them apart as his face descended between them. You let out a strangled gasp as his tongue made contact with your clit and two of his fingers made their way inside you.

Your hands gripped the sheets below you as his tongue traced circles around you, relighting the fire in your stomach.

“God, fuck,” one of your hands jumped to grip his hair as he introduced a third finger inside you. San was moving fast, and his ministrations were quickly bringing you to your second orgasm of the night. With a stuttered cry, you came again, your hand clenching in his hair as he worked you through it.

Closing your eyes and relaxing as you came down, San flopped next to you. The two of you laid in silence. You allowed yourself to close your eyes, breathing deeply and anticipating the exciting new way your life was going to change for the better.

Your eyes were drawn open by San standing. He stared at the fake balcony for a moment, before wiping his dick clean on the curtains. Your mouth dropped open in shock as you watched him. He pulled on his boxers before heading to the sink and filling a flower vase with water. He chugged the whole thing. You watched him cautiously, quietly climbing out of bed to grab your pipboy and flipping to the radiation detector. It clicked furiously as you pointed it at San. He was still chugging water.

“You’re from the surface,” you whispered. San froze before he turned to look at you. There was a beat of silence between you before he was lunging at you. You ran trying to open the door but he grabbed you, throwing you down, causing you to slide along the linoleum floor, slamming into the kitchen cabinets. As you caught your breath, you looked up at him, only to find him now holding a long, curved blade he must have hidden in his jumpsuit.

“Sorry, babe,” he approached you, “this has still been the best day of my life.”

You scrambled to your feet, looking for a weapon, but it was no use. He was on you, plunging the knife into your side and lifting you up so you sat on the kitchen counter, gasping for breath.

You hands were desperately searching for anything to protect yourself as he leaned in to kiss your neck one last time. Luckily, your hands made contact with the vase he was previously drinking out of. You snatched it up, swinging it and breaking it over his head as he gasped out in pain.

With one final swipe, you drug the shattered edge across his throat, causing him to sputter as he took staggering steps away from you, before he collapsed on the floor.

With shaking hands, you pulled the knife from your side as you took deep breaths.

“Raiders.”

#cultofdionysusnet #ateez smut #ateez choi san #choi san smut #san smut #ateez fanfic #exololyunho

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aeferkssr · 2 years

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MR TELEPHONE MAN - aether !

!! this was inspired by a tiktok i saw and omg i literally had a whole ephiphany when i remembered that i write fanfiction. like omg omg here i am writing for my skrunkly over a song that ive listened to on repeat for the pasrt week. this is an amazing day for the cianna nation guys. also cianna smau arc??? say it aint so!!!

⠀ 🧁⠀⠀࿀ 𓂃 .ˑ⠀⠀﹆⠀⠀˳⁺ 🫓⠀⠀⠀𓎫⠀

finally getting home from a tiring day at school, you flopped face first into your bed. school was never so tiring before, but the higher you get in your school the more tired you feel when getting home. right now, your only wish was to succumb to a quick slumber to rejuvinate a bit before starting homework.

just as you were about to fall asleep, much to your dismay, your phone started to buzz. groaning, you reach down into your pocket to fish out your phone.

opening your phone, it was a message from an unknown number

oh, it was him. you started to get a bit excited because you've had a teeny-tiny-not-so-teeny-tiny crush on him since your first year. a bit nervously, you replied

you heart skipped a bit when you read this. different thoughts rushed through your mind like "aww hes so cute omg" and "wait what if he has a crush on me???". but despite your thoughts, you deduced that he was just being nice

i mean he was nice to everyone, he probably has done this to everyone he has had a group project with, right?

your thoughts got inturrupted when you realized he had sent more than one message which made you giggle and try to comfort him

currently, you were laying down on your stomach with your elbows propping you up and holdling your phone. your feet has been swinging behind you to the rhythm of the song you were listening to.

conveniently, the song was a cheezy love song you had in your "my god im so lonely" playlist. the song plus the person you were talking to contributed to the huge grin on your face while you hummed along to its tune

you jaw fell at the text, which was quickly replaced with an even bigger smile and you rolling around in your bed. your phone was brought to your face and your feet kicked even faster as you borderline squealed from excitement.

after your little heart burst, you replied

if you thought that you were being overly expressive, imagine how aether was feeling at that moment. he did, infact, have the fattest crush on you and only texting you had him pacing back and forth andspinning in his chair with his knees to his chest.

he tried to make you feel better because of the fact that he really didnt like group work either.

both of you had realized what he said at the same time. resulting in both of you smooshing your head into the nearest pillow and screaming.

you were squealing over his choice of words. the word partner stuck out like a sore thumb to you. maybe he wanted you two to be partners? maybe he was just talking about class partners but either way the worsd sent you on cloud nine.

aether was just as estatic about his own choice of words. yes, he did want to be your partner but he didnt know about your unwavering attraction to him. so he could only hope that you took the word in the right context.

aether snapped out of this thoughts when he heard his phone buzz

a date? aether audibly gasped at this, flipping his phone over quickly onto the desk as he quickly sits back in his chair covering his reddened face with his hands.

the sudden impact with the chair has result in it flailing backwards along with him, snapping him out of la la land. he got up massaging the imact site on his head cursing through his teeth. his attention quickly switched back to his phone when it started to chime again

maybe hios fall smacked some courage into him, because his reply made you have to put your phone down and take a few laps around your house

you really didnt know hwo to respond to this at first but you had to. you didnt want to give him the impression that you didnt want to go on a date with him.

the both of you were driving eachother insane without the others knowledge.

#idolteyvat #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact smau #genshin smau #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #aether genshin impact #aether x reader #aether x you #aether x y/n #aether fluff #aether smau

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capeline-cutemeister · 3 months

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OPINIOMS ON GRANBY…..?????

Jesus Christ three of yall messaged me about Granby why does everyone want opinions on him specifically First impression: It feels so long ago but i started the first book like less than a month ago bwahhhhhhh. At first I had mixed opinions on him. I thought he was going to be like Dayes (so cringe), and my opinion of him really didn't change that much until like, he obviously started not being a dick lol lmao. I honestly really like his character arc in the first book specifically because like. Mans got the courage to be like "Fuck im sorry for being rude and uncouth but I *cannot* let things continue this way" and honestly thats a really cool and chill moment. Like i love long and drawn out sentences (i love Jane Austen i love Jane Austen) but also i really like it when a character is real blunt and just doesn't drag it out. That also especially took guts because the last time that he did something like that Laurence threatened to get him in trouble for insubordination (very smooth Laurence)

Second Impression: Thats right baby Granby gets three impressions because hes that cool. This is Granby precisely from the beginning of Throne of Jade to *right* before he gets Iskierka. Just absolutely most badass guy imo. Super reliable. Best friends with Laurence, super competent. This is Granby at his best and treated with the most respect, and I think Novik had to give him Iskierka to nerf him.

Impression now: I feel so fucking bad for Granby. My severe dislike for Iskierka is not really hidden but she has dragged my poor Glorbo through the mud. When I think of Granby now i just think of that cat that had its face in milk and looks miserable and sad. Like goddamn what did they do to you. Hes still a really strong and awesome character, and it was AWESOME seeing him storm up to Poole in LoD; but he gets so much horrible stuff just tossed on him because Iskierka is a petulant child. Genuine princess behavior, hes a tired king.

Favorite moment: Its a tie between him telling Iskierka to fuck off and listen to him for once, and him in a blistering rage and storming up to Poole. Like you cannot understand how much i love those moments. Just Granby finally putting his foot down and going "No. I will not deal with this bullshit any longer, there are going to be consequences now." Of course that doesn't really go anywhere in LoD because Laurence is also a fucking badass, but meh. The heart was there, man was about to commit civil war in the Aviator Corp just for his friend. I really appreciate that <3 But also on the other hand I REALLY like him standing up to Iskierka in Crucible of Gold because HOLY SHIT she was so insanely disrespectful to him. Like I don't *care* that she is 'his dragon', it was like borderline homophobia in my eyes and the fact that it came from someone so close to him and the entire point of his service in the corp just broke my heart. So i'm glad that he put his foot down for once and made her listen to him. Setting boundaries is really important, and I think that he set them quite well.

Idea for a story: Any of them where he gets a better dragon than Iskierka. JKJKJKKJKJKJKJK Nah but fr i think my only real story idea with Granby would be to explore all of the things that he was doing when he wasn't with Laurence. His constant Struggles with Iskierka and having to deal with being friends with someone that committed treason for a cause he believed in. Most importantly how he developed and maintained any sort of relationship with Little. I dont have anything super unique unfortunately, its hard for me to do something that would be in character without getting rid of the things that make his character, if that makes sense?

Unpopular opinion: Hmmmmmmm well I haven't been around the fandom long enough to really see what is and isn't popular opinion with the blorbo, but i think that my most controversial statement about Granby is that I don't find him that amusing. I love and adore him and i think hes great but he is very sincere in my eyes and that leaves very little in the way of him actually being funny. I think there are only a couple of moments where I think hes funny/in a funny situation. But oh well.

Favorite relationship: Finding any non platonic relationship in Temeraire is so hard for me. I want to say my favorite relationship is him and little, but also i dont care about little that much. I think hes cute! But i was given very little to work with in the books in the way of *their* relationship other than that they have fucked. And like, idk. I think my favorite relationship in general though, is probably him with Iskierka, funnily enough. I think it shows the best of both characters whenever its done right, and I think it really let Granby Be His Own Character. Like everyone in the Corp wants a dragon. Duh. But when Granby gets his, she's a nightmare! He has to go through this long and twisting road where he is afraid to take too wrong of a step because Iskierka, and because hes friends with Laurence(traitor adjacent), and because hes always wanted dragon and hes afraid to fuck it up and etc etc etc. And he kinda has to learn to stand up for himself and others in a way that he probably hasn't had to before. Its not really a path that the other Aviators get to take, they just become background characters after they get their dragon. I mean even Ferris just drops off the face of the earth when he gets his Prussian.

And Iskierka is great because despite how horrible she acts she really does care for him, im not blind to that. But her path in their relationship is that she has to learn to stop being so overbearing, so crazy, so difficult to work with. She has to understand that she is not infallible, and that the things that hurt her are not the same as the things that hurt other dragons, and that realization comes at a pretty horrible time in her life. She has to grow up, which while we see other dragons grow up in this series (like mentally i mean), i dont think that theres ever so stark a comparison as with her.

Idk if that makes sense, but I like their relationship the most out of Granby's relationships because its the most unique for both characters, imo.

#temeraire #john granby #iskierka #character ask meme #ask game

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So I'm invested with the Polin Harry Potter AU now lol so what happened at the Hogsmeade? I really want Colin's POV cuz I know the man was FUMING the whole night. And how he put his foot in his mouth (again)

Cue the next few weeks of chaotic Colin running around trying to talk to Pen but gets thwarted at EVERY move by the combined powers of Eloise and the 2nd gen Marauders while James woos his littlle pretty redhead friend.

(BTW Im torn if I wanted this to end up as Poil or Pen x James crap)

Sorry for the late reply, it's been a bit hectic with the end of the year (I teach elementary school plus my mom ended up in the hospital with pneumonia) but here is basically what Colin is thinking during the Yule Ball and the fight that causes the first break in his friendship with Penelope (yes there will be another, much worse one later on).

Here is the link for the first two parts:

And now I present to you Colin Bridgerton, putting his foot spectacularly in his mouth.

When Colin had woken up that been, he'd felt a mixture of excitement and guilt. He was of course excited to see Marina looking no doubt gorgeous as ever in whatever dress robes while also getting a chance to twirl her around the dance floor (and if George Crane happened to be watching all the better!) He'd been in love with Marina Thompson since third year, when she'd offered him a sweet after class. His father had passed away the summer before and he was doing his best not to cry and be strong for his siblings but it was tiring.

Yet Marina, being the sweet and beautiful girl she was, had noticed and offered him the sweet she had been planning on eating.

Colin knew from that moment that she would be woman he would marry one done, his soulmate. His father had fallen in love with his mother during hogwarts after all so it was only natural Colin would find his other half as well.

Of course, their relationship wasn't perfect. Marina's father put a lot of pressure on her to do well while things seemed to come easy to Colin. Marina had plans to make a career for herself while Colin dreamed of traveling the world and researching new creatures. Despite their differences though, Colin felt confident that they balanced each other out.

Yes, he'd been upset when she'd broken up with him and utterly heartbroken when she started dating George Crane not even weeks later. But he could admit that he should have listened to her more and taken her a bit more seriously.

But all that was in the past and once more Marina was in his arms and all was right.

In fact, tonight might turn out to be a most excellent night as Marina kept hinting at slipping away to go to the room of requirement and finally take their relationship to the next level.

Perhaps he was old fashioned but Colin had heard how his father had not slept with anyone before his mother, wanting to only sleep with the woman he would marry. His brothers had of course not followed this path, especially Anthony who he was positive slept with half the girls in his year by the time he graduate. But Colin was a romantic and what could be more romantic than him and Marina giving themselves to each other on the night of the ball.

Of course Colin would have understood if Marina slept with George, he would never shame or judge his soulmate for not thinking the same as him. But Marina had mentioned that she could never take that step with George and she had realized that Colin was the one she wanted to share that part of herself with.

But while he was excited about the events of the night, another part still of his mind was occupied by thought of another girl.

Penelope Feathering, a dear friend of his family and one of his closest friends. They had been friends since Eloise and Penelope met as children and she had been there for both Colin and Eloise during their fathers passing. She'd also been the one to comfort him through his break up with Marina.

While Eloise and his siblings would spit vitriol words or muttered insults under their breath about Marina, Penelope merely listened and never said a cruel work about her. She understood that Colin loved Marina and still held her in high regard, given that they had been friends long before they started dating. It was why he originally asked her to be his date to the Yule ball.

Pen wouldn't try to hit on him or make a snide remark about his ex. She had a great sense of humor and would be wonderful company.

So when Marina had come back to him, by some miracle of fate, and Colin had to let Penelope know his change in plans, she'd of course been her usual sweet and understanding self.

Until she'd overheard his argument with Eloise and had avoided him since.

He knew he'd hurt her, he'd known that the second he met her eyes. But for the love of God he hadn't meant to! He knew Pen probably thought he meant that no one would want to date but he hadn't meant it like that!

She was his dearest friend and he could imagine treating Penelope the way he did Marina. It was unfathomable. It would be like trying to imagine dating his sisters (shudder).

Unfortunately for Colin, he hadn't been able to approach Penelope that whole week with Eloise guarding her religiously. So he'd given up in favor of spending time with Marina who seemed to want to be around far more than before.

But tonight he would find time to slip away to the Ravenclaw dorm and apologize to Pen. He doubted she'd want to attend the ball when Eloise was going with Theo (that itself was another thing that seemed unfathomable, his spitfire sister dating someone!) So he'd make sure to stop by and apologize when Marina was busy with her friends.

Everything had been going splendidly at first.

Marina looked breathtaking in a lovely gold dress that made her look even more beautiful and she'd even surprised him with a kiss that promised more to come.

His friends met him by the entrance the the great hall and they'd started a conversation about quidditch until Richard Fife had stopped mid sentence, eyes widening as he looked at something over Colin's shoulder.

"Is that-Penelope Featherington with James Potter?" he sputtered as Colin looked at him confused before turning around.

The boy coming down the stairs was certainly James Potter, dressed in black dress robes with his dark hair slicked and and mischievous eye which were currently gazing at his smaller red haired companion.

The girl looked similar to Pen with her red hair and short rounded figure. But his Pen didn't wear makeup and always wore her in one or two braids, explaining it was more manageable with her curls and wore baggy sweaters that her mother had bought as she was certain her daughter would only increase in size. And when she wasn't wearing her school uniform, she was always in yellow. She was his adorable Pen.

Which is why the girl coming down the stairs could not have been Pen

The girl coming down the stairs with James looked nothing like Penelope, with her emerald off shoulder dress robes lined with white lace that hugged her waist before poofing out into a floor length skirt. Around her pale neck was a black satin ribbon choker with some pendant hanging off of it. Red curls cascaded over her left shoulder from a bun adorned with tiny white flowers. Her blue eyes were framed by dark curly lashes (mascara her thought) and her cheeks were colored slightly pink as her red painted lips curved into a smile at something James said.

This girl was a lovely creature no doubt and he could see why someone like James Potter would have asked her to be his date but there was no way she was his adorable red haired friend-

"Penelope, James over here!" called Michael Stirling and Colin felt his body stiffen as James placed a hand on Penelope's waist (far to low for his liking!) as he lead Penelope over to the Marauders 2.0 but not before Colin caught the smirk James shot his way.

At some point Marina said something to get his attention and he put on his charming smile as they entered the Great Hall for dinner.

He did his best to pay attention to what his girlfriend and friends were talking about, but his eyes kept wandering to the table across the hall from them. Michael Stirling was waving his hands around and saying something that resulted in the people at his table laughing (except for Theo who looked strangely upset).

It wasn't until the dancing had started with Colin twirling Marina around, when he spotted James giving an overdramatic bow to Penelope as she giggled and followed his lead as he moved them across the floor that Colin's shock melted into fury.

Colin was not known for his temper, Anthony being regarded as the hothead of the family, but it took every fiber of his being to not march across the floor and punch James Potter in his smug little face.

The Marauders were known for their pranks and they had always been pretty tame, considering that no one got hurt but it seemed as if the boys were upping their usual pranks to acts of cruelty.

Colin knew that while he found Penelope to be adorable, many other made fun of her for looks. Unlike the Bridgertons, her family was not the most popular and of her sisters she often found herself the source of the most ridicule. Of course he'd done his best to reprimand his friends when they snidely commented on Penelope (except for Will and Alice who were the kinder members of the group) or changed the subject.

He didn't know why James Potter decided to play around with Penelope's heart but he was putting a stop to it right now!

Colin bided his time, waiting patiently until he finally saw James leave to get a drink leaving Penelope alone for the first time that night.

Murmuring an excuse to Marina, Colin quickly walked over to Penelope and grabbed her hand.

"Colin wha-"

"We need to talk. Now," he said firmly, sounding a bit like Anthony, as he dragged Penelope out of the Great Hall and into an empty corridor nearby. As soon as Colin deemed them far enough way, he let go of Penelope's hand and started pacing.

Penelope let out a huff, crossing her arms, looking a bit irritated with Colin.

"What on earth has gotten into you? You could have just said what you needed to in there. If this is about me being mad at you, I told you I'm fine! You know how Eloise gets though -"

"This isn't about that," interrupted Colin as his eyes were drawn to where Penelope's arms had pushed up her breasts. Merlin when did Pen grow boobs?

Shaking his head, Colin quickly removed his dress robes and wrapped Penelope, feeling more relaxed now that she looked it bit more like herself. Thankfully Penelope didn't try to shake it off, pulling it closer to her instead while shooting him a curious look.

"Okay then why the dramatics?" she asked.

Colin ran a hand through his hair, knowing what he would have say next would no doubt hurt Penelope but better to tell her now than let James continue to lead her on.

"It's about Potter," he said ask Pen titled her head in confusion.

"James?" she asked curiously making Colin frown.

"Yes. Look I'm not saying this to be mean or hurt you but I'd rather you hear it from me then have to face this all later on. I know you think he's a great guy and he's handsome and what not but he's not who you think he is. The Marauders are Hogwarts biggest pranksters and sometimes they take their pranks a little to far. I'm not sure if they realize that people can get hurt but I don't want you to be be hurt by James later on," he said as Penelope's brow furrowed in confusion.

"Prank? Colin I highly doubt James, Fred and Michael will do something like set off fireworks in the Great Hall or turn the dance floor into an ice skating rink. Headmistress McGonagall would have their heads and Phillip would never allow it," she said calmly as Colin sighed in frustration.

"That's not the kind of prank I'm talking about Penelope! I mean pranks like tricking people for fun like turning Cressida Cowper face into a cows or convincing a second year that mermaid like to eat cake or" Colin closed his eyes as he uttered the next part, "tricking girls into thinking they actually like them."

Silence.

Colin opened his eyes to see Penelope gaping at him in shock.

"You think James," she said slowly "asked me to the Yule Ball... as some sort of cruel prank?

Colin threw his hands up in the air.

"Yes obviously! I mean it makes no sense why he would ask you to go to begin with. The guy has had girls asking him out for the past two weeks and he suddenly decides to ask you. It just seems suspicious. Plus you and him are completely different," he ranted not noticing how Penelope stiffened.

"Different?" she said softly but Colin didn't seem to hear.

"Yes! I mean just look at the way you dressed up for him tonight! The makeup, the dress, the hair! This isn't you Pen and I don't want you to feel like you need to change yourself to get a guy like Potter to like you when he's only leading you on! James Potter is someone who likes having all eyes on them and your-"

"A wallflower?" she finished raising an eyebrow as Colin stopped mid speech as Penelope continued. " So you think the only reason James would ask me to be his date, when he's had much prettier girls asking to be his partner., is because he's pulling a prank on me?"

Colin fell silent as he looked shamefully at the floor.

"Oh I see. You honestly don't think someone like James would be seriously interested in me to want to ask me out because he can do better?"

Colin's head shot up as her grabbed Penelope's hand in his.

"That's not it! Your mind is utterly brilliant Penelope and any guy who can't see that is an idiot."

Penelope smiled sadly at him.

"Brilliant but not beautiful enough to attract someone's attention," she whispered as Colin stiffened.

"It's not like I haven't heard it before Colin. I've heard it all before. From my mother. From my sisters. From the other kids at Hogwarts. I just never thought you would have considered to be the ugly duckling as well. But you know I wanted just one night, one night where I didn't feel like the ugly duckling for once so I dressed up for myself!" she snapped before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

"And you know, for once in my life, I actually felt pretty. Maybe I'm not as beautiful as Marina but formonce I actually liked what I saw in the mirror. And then you went on about how ridiculous I look and it made me realize that there's no such thing as an ugly duckling turning into a swan," she laughed sadly as Colin startled, realizing that there were tears filling her eyes.

"That's not what I meant! I told you you are brilliant Pen but it just doesn't make sense for James Potter to ask you to be his date out of the blue a week before the dance when he's turned down everyone else! None of the other the Marauders have dates yet James comes with you out of nowhere. It just doesn't add up," Colin babbled wondering why Penelope couldn't see that he was just looking out for her! He'd been protecting her since first year and he wasn't about to let someone hurt her.

Penelope shot him a glare.

"Colin, I've been tutoring James for the past year and a half. Eloise and I have gone to Hogsmeade with him and the others plenty of times," bristled Penelope as Colin shook his head.

"That can't be right! Your my best friend Pen and I would've definitely noticed-"

"That's because you've been seeing Marina! For Merlin's sake Colin, you barely spent any time around me or your siblings once you two started going out. You always said we'll catch up later but eventually I just gave up because you never followed through. I'm not blaming Marina for this but I think you need to find a better way to balance your priorities. We only started hanging out after Marina and you broke up and even then you only talked about her. I'm fine with listening to you but not once did you ever ask about my life. Do you even know how my classes are going or who I'm hanging out with? "

Colin quickly tried to back peddle.

"Of course I do Pen! You said something last week about having trouble with the mandrakes right?" he asked desperately as Penelope shook her head sadly.

"That was during my first few weeks of Herbology class last year," she whispered before shaking her head. She gently removed Colin's robes and placed them back in his arms before turning and walking away towards the Great Hall.

Colin knew he should go after, beg for her forgiveness or something but he remained frozen in place.

Penelope shot him one last look over her shoulder.

"Just so you know, I've been friends with James since last year. Yes he's a prankster but he's not cruel or malicious Colin. He asked me to go as friends since he knew I wouldn't try and use him like other girls. He's been an amazing friend and to be honest," she let out a shaky breath, "he's been a lot better of a friend than you are. I'm not sure what happened with us but I need some space from you for now."

With those words, she disappeared around the corner perhaps heading back to James or back to the dorms. Colin didn't know how long he stood there until Richard stumbled upon him. carrying a bottle of fire whiskey followed by an amused Will Mondrich and Harry Dankworth.

"Colin mate! I found some fire whiskey and me and the others are heading to the room of requirement for a drink? You in?" asked Fife, wiggling his eyebrows making Colin remember how he'd left his girlfriend back in the Great Hall. As if reading his mind Will answered Colin's unspoken question.

"She headed back to the dorms with Alice. Apparently the food was not agreeing with her," he said as Colin grabbed the bottle and took a swig from it.

"I'm in," he said, hoping to forget about this night as soon as possible.

And forget the fact that he'd probably just ruined his relationship with his best friend permanently.

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Meanwhile

Once she was sure she was far enough away from Colin where he couldn't see her, Penelope hurriedly collapsed by the stairs to the Great Hall, thankful no one was around to her wretched state.

The night had honestly been magical. She'd been unsure about what James would think of her dress (she'd ordered a green one to match Colin's eyes) and had sat nervously as Edwina had finished place the violets James had given her in her hair.

All the nerves faded when James gaped at her as she exited the through the portrait hole, nervously stammering on about how beautiful she looked and she'd had to bite down a laugh at how he was acting like he was asking her to the ball again. But eventually they fell into their usual banter as James proudly escorted her to the Great Hall where the other Marauders greeted them and she'd spent the next few hours in their company, laughing and having a great time.

Surprisingly, James was a very skilled dancer, whisking her around the floor with the occasional dip that made her laugh, pouting like a child when one of his friends (usually Michael) would step in and steal her away.

It was the most fun she'd had in a long time and the evening had been so perfect.

But she was Penelope Featherington, so of course the other shoe was bound to drop at some point.

She just honestly hadn't expected it to come from Colin though.

Penelope knew she wasn't attractive, it would be impossible not to be when your mother was Portia Featherington. She was too short, too curly, too curvy, too pale, too everything. It was only with the Bridgertons and her friends, that she felt even halfway decent about herself.

Why she thought Colin would think any differently was a mystery to her but it still hurt hearing someone she cared about confirm all the things her mother said.

Penelope Featherington would never be good enough, no matter how hard she tried.

And so she sobbed for the friend she lost that night, wishing she had seen the cracks earlier before it had been shattered and cut at her heart.

It must have been only a minute when she heard someone slowly walking over to her. They said nothing as they sat beside her and pulled her into their arms.

"I'm sorry, I've made a whole mess of things," she hiccuped, earning a reassuring squeeze.

"Nah Feathers, you haven't ruined anything. It's not your fault Bridgerton is a prat," huffed James as Penelope pulled away to look up at him. Normally, she would have begun defending Colin but for once she didn't have the words to say to come to his defense.

"How did you-"

"Michael saw him pull you away. Didn't want to intrude but when you didn't come back I decided to check and see if you were okay," he said softly as Penelope sniffled.

"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want but can I make a suggestion?" he asked as Penelope nodded against his chest.

"I say we forget about Bridgerton and go back in there to finish the rest of our night because I'll be damned if I let you leave this ball sad when you've been looking forward to it for weeks," said James as Penelope did her best to wipe away her tears.

"You still wanna dance with me after all this?" she questioned, as James helped her to her feet.

"No, I what I really want to do is find Bridgerton and hex him into next year or better yet sick Eloise on him. But I did promise you a good time tonight and I intend to follow through on that promise. So, what do you say Penny? Still willing to chance getting you toes stepped on by me? Seventh times the charm," he said, wiggling his eyebrows as Penelope laughed.

She quickly pulled out her wand from her pocket, muttering a spell that would fix her makeup back to normal (thankful that Daphne had taught the trick to her earlier). Smiling, she tooks James' arm as they headed back into the ballroom, passing by three of Colin's friends who thankfully ignored her.

As promised, the rest of the night was spent dancing and laughing, though she did notice Theo had left as some point leaving Eloise by herself. Her best friend had looked a bit put out until she started chatting with Phillip about something, neither being in the mood to dance apparently.

At last, the ball ended and like a true gentleman, James escorted her back to her dorm, Phillip and Eloise walking ahead of them. Eloise had already gone through the portrait hole leaving just her and James outside the corridor.

"I had a really good time tonight James," she said smiling as he shot her a mischievous grin.

"Well I did promise you a magical evening Miss Featherington and I take my promises very seriously," he teased.

"That you did," she agreed.

She couldn't say why she did what she did next, only that it felt right in the moment, but for whatever reason, she quickly stood on her tiptoes and kissed James on his cheek.

Pulling back, she hid a smile at the shocked look on his face before turning towards the portrait hole.

"Goodnight James," she called over her shoulder as she entered her dorm room where Eloise stood waiting for her, clearly wanting to talk.

It would be year before Penelope kiss James Potter again.

Only this time, she knew exactly why she was kissing him and she was not the first one to make a move.

Ironically it would also take place on Christmas.

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I know this is longer than what many of you were expecting but I wanted to show what lead up to the fight and how both of them reacted afterwards.

Penelope will end up dating James (as you can see from the last couple of lines).

If you have anymore questions about this AU, feel free to ask! I have a whole bunch of scenes worked out, including some big events like:

The aftermath of the ball where secrets are revealed and someone is dead

Penelope and Colin reconciling before he leaves to go travel the world for his job (I'm deciding between him being a Magizoologist or Dragonologist)

The Christmas after the ball (AKA Penelope and James first real kiss!)

The REAL big fight between Colin and Penelope that happens the summer after Penelope's sixth year that leads to them not talking for seven years.

The Event (that's it, because more words will spoil what goes down but I'd be happy to give a hint.

#bridgerton #bridgerton au #Bridgerton Harry Potter AU #asks and answers

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tainsan · 7 months

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YES I DEF THINK THAT TOO!! im just rlly bad at spelling and meant jongho might just use ur name/a shortened ver 😞 yeosang would DEF use ur name but like in the nerdiest way im sorry. hes just a little dorky if that makes sense! i 🫶🏻 nerds tho

on the contrary wooyoung would use the cringiest nicknames ever whether ur there or not. 'my little sugarplum cupcake' 'my honey booboo bear' hed start saying into recipes atp like 'my 1/4 cup of sugar with five large marshmallows!!' thanks man. how sweet!

IM SOO EXCITED!! i need fluff rn these past few chapters have hit me like a train and i am SICK and TIRED of their shenanigans. just kiss it out! i will not sue promise maybe just scream a little 🤗 this fic has everything i love AND an amazing incredible spectacular funny kind author

yeah its not terrible until you have to do it ☹️ its a workout esp when ppl keep messing up 👿👿👿 i think im the side kick here tbh! us against the world though 🤞🏻(and misfit atz. ik yk what theyre gonna do and how theyll improve but IIII dont so until then.. they better sleep with one eye open)

hopefully ur mental health is good or i will uh. fight ur brain! 🤺 and i hope ur inside and safe now 🫶🏻🫶🏻

ok thats my super duper long message for now 😎 thank u for listening and sorry for the wall of text. i WILL be back🐺

-🦝

ME TOO I’m terrible at spelling bc I’m dyslexic😭 auto correct and grammarly are my saviours omg

OKAY I feel like Jongho would be too shy to call you a nickname at the start of the relationship but when he gets fully comfortable he will use babe and baby. Yeosang is such a nerd I love him. I have a thing for nerdy boys (seonghwa and Yeosang have me in a chokehold) (everytime I see seonghwa geek over Star Wars and Lego I will go feral)

NO BC YOU HAVE A POINT😭😭 wooyoung would 100% be using all the cringey weird petnames UNIRONICALLY. Bro woukd come up to you and be like “what’s up my pookie bear” dead serious and won’t understand why you are laughing at the name💀 LDKAOAOA 1/4 CUP OF SUGAR HAD ME ON THE FLOOR. But cupcake and muffin are defo gonna stick bc he thinks you’re the sweetest person alive!!!!

The past few chapters have been HEAVY and I’m so happy to be finally releasing some chapters which I know everyone has been waiting for😭. YOURE FLATTERING ME STOP ILY I’m happy you like the story and also me 🥹

I can’t understand :(( when I was in high school we did Matilda the musical and I was one of the kids in the back 😭😭 my teachers loved the fact that I have a history in gymnastics so they made me flip around and do tricks off a mini trampoline. And OMG THE LEAD FOR MATILDA WAS SO BAD IT WASNT EVEN FUNNY idk who casted but she couldn’t sing or dance or act😭 we did so so so many retakes and every retake I had to be flipping around and I was so done by the end of it

We can both me main characters 🤭 us against the world bae🫶 yeah yeah I have no idea what they are going to do we are both in the blind….🤫

I’d love for you to fight my brain it’s a mess but I’m improving slowly. the last few months have been super super tough for me so I hope that I will get out of this period. But I’ll be fine !!!

NEVER APOLOGISE FOR RANTINGGG

You better be back 🐺AWOOOO

#🦝 anon

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snwusberry · 2 years

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just say no next time

[ kaya ]

i'm outside....WTF DOES HE MEAN BY THAT?

i go and check by the window and see him standing there with his hands in his pockets. what is he doing here?

"what's up?" i turn around to sunoo who's, for some reason, always here.

"he's outside. beomgyu is standing outside." i let out in a panicked voice and sunoo just raises an eyebrow. "WHAT DO I DO?"

"i'd say be more discreet." what is he even saying? "look outside."

i turn my head and see beomgyu staring right back at me. then i realized i opened the curtain so widely that i was in full view of whoever was peering in from outside.

"what should i do?"

"i don't know, maybe talk to him??" yeah that does seem like a good idea, doesn't it?

i walk to unlock the front door but sunoo stops me.

"its cold as shit outside, don't you wanna try and not get hypothermia?" his question makes me feel stupid.

he hands me a jacket and as i'm about to open the door for the second time sunoo stops me again. with a smile and an annoying wink he opens the door and walks out but not before screaming "kaya loves you" straight to boemgyu.

is there a hole i can crawl into? maybe a ditch. a trip to space would be nice right about now.

"hi"

i scream and throw the closest thing i can find at the intruder... a shoe.

"ouch, is that how you welcome guests?" he asks, rubbing his forehead.

"oh im so sorry uhhh...what are you doing here?"

"i did say that im outside"

"you did?"

"kaya, you read my message"

stupid, are you that dumb? couldnt you think of something smarter to say? i smile at him... why is he so good looking?

"are you gonna let me in or let me die of hypothermia?"

hypothermia this, hypothermia that...

it takes me a moment to figure out what he said. can you blame me? have you seen the man. he could be a model. but i digress.

"uhmmm, sorry! come in. im sorry!"

i immediately pushed him towards the sofa. sitting beside him i stare at hin waiting for him to say something. im too nervous to start anything.

"kaya listen-"

"do you want tea?" i cut him off because im having an internal panic attack

"kaya, i dont want tea. i want to talk." now why would he say that? that sentence really isnt helping me right now

"about what?" mmmh premature dementia.

"what you said that night at taehyun's place."

"what night" i mumbled to myself hoping he wouldn't hear but because luck is always on my side, he did. HOW FUCKING CLICHÉ.

"please stop acting clueless. you know exactly what im talking about. its why youve been avoiding me for two weeks"

he looks tired and annoyed....kinda hot but anyway

"avoiding? nah i wasn't avoi- how about juice, would you like some juice ive got uhh cranberry." i ramble but i look at me and he has an unamused look. okay just say no next time. "im sorry."

he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "why are you apologizing?"

"youre probably here to give me the 'i don't think im the one for you' or whatever they say. " i whispered, scared.

"wha- no, kaya thats not why im here. i want to tell you that i feel the same way but you were too busy running away from me to hear me out."

"i wasnt running...i was fiercely avoiding you." what am i even saying?

"if fiercely avoiding me implies that you trip over everyone and everything then yeah, i guess you could say that."

"so-" he gave me a look and i immediately shut my mouth.

"kaya, please stop running. i had been creating these fake scenarios of you and i since i realized my feelings for you. i never once had the courage to even approach you. i had soobin order for me because i was scared i'd say something stupid. when taehyun got you and i to audition for a duet i was so excited when i found out it was you he wanted me to perform with. we started hanging out more and i felt so content because i was finally hanging out with the girl that's been occupying my mind. then that night at taehyun's apartment when you let it slip that you like me i was so shocked that you actually reciprocated my feelings and i was gonna talk to you but tgen you ran out and started avoiding me. it stung" im actually gonna break into tears. i didn't mean to leave him hanging like that.

"im so sorry. it's just. i've liked you when i saw that you became a regular at house fairy. when i ran off that night, i guess i was scared of rejection so i did what i do best. im so sorry for avoiding you. i should have just had courage and talk to you." i looked away from him.

"kaya-"

i look at him and there was a moment of silence before i decided to break it.

"be my boyfriend" i whispered

"what?"

"be my boyfriend or whatever." i whispered again.

"youre gonna have to speak louder than that. i do not have supersonic hearing"

"BE MY BOYFRIEND DAMNIT!"

the widest smile spreads on his face. oh wow then.

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phantom-ellie · 1 year

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The Art of (Smashing) Crockery Chapter 26: Radio Silence

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It’s one in the afternoon when Ed finally trudges back to his apartment with a giant headache and feeling no better than he had before. He knew it would be a bad idea to see Jack. How long had this bender been? Ed shrugs to himself. Who would even care?

He heads straight to his room and plugs his phone into the charger before depositing himself on the bed. He stares at the ceiling, feeling sorry for himself. Hoping that maybe with the couple days of distance, he and Stede can… start over? Ed doesn’t know if he wants that. He doesn’t know if he can just be Stede’s friend.

He doesn’t know if he can be who Stede needs him to be right now.

His phone starts buzzing like crazy, and Ed squints and picks it up as it begins to charge. He’s hit with a flood of notifications. Texts, missed calls from the whole crew, Izzy, numbers he doesn’t even recognize.

He sits up and isn’t even sure where to begin. Text after text begging him to pick up his phone. Did they think Ed was in trouble? It was nice to be cared about.

Out of habit, he opens his favorite blog, wondering what Stede has been up to.

That is the last peaceful thought he has for a long time.

The blog post. The group chat notifications. The texts from Izzy. And of course, from Stede.

Stede: ok, i understand Stede: i wont bother you anymore, ed Stede: dont feel bad, nothing was your fault

Holy fucking shit.

He doesn’t even think to do anything else, dialing Stede’s number on repeat, getting frustrated with each failure to pick up. He can’t call anyone else, what if Stede calls him back? With furious tears he shoots off a desperate message.

Ed: Stede mate pick up the phonr

There’s a pause of a good two minutes as Ed dials and redials and dials and redials. Then…

Stede: i don't feel like talking

Thank fuck.

Ed: im sorry for everything, tell me where you are and ill come get you

Stede: i cant Stede: it's too far

Ed: too far from ehat

Stede: i don't want people to see me Stede: i don't want to hear i told you so anymore Stede: tell them to stop flooding my phone Stede: please

Ed: pcik up the phone Ed: talk to me

Stede: if I tell you where i am will you tell everypne

Ed: ill come get you

Stede: i don't want mary and the kids to be scared

Ed: why do you think they'd be scared

Stede: can you come alone

Should Ed go alone? Should he bring someone, an ambulance, he’s not trained for this, he doesn’t know how to…

Ed: yes Ed: anything man

Stede: ok Stede: im at pigeon point

Ed: the lighthouse?

Stede: yes

Ed: im coming there now, will you call me and stay on the phone so I can hear that you're safe?

Stede: I cant

Ed: will you wait for me to get down there?

Stede: i think Stede: 2 hours Stede: cant wait anymore

Ed: dont fuckjnf move

Ed shoots off a quick text to Lucius telling him that he’ll have more information soon, and books it for his bike. He doesn’t have time to call anyone else. They’ll have to find out about it later.

He tears off from his parking spot, grateful that he can weave in and out of traffic on his bike. Pigeon point is an hour’s drive from his location.

Fifty minutes later, Ed pulls up to the parking lot outside of the lighthouse, spotting Stede’s car as he turns into the parking lot. It looks empty, dark. Ed parks his bike and runs towards it, hoping to search for a sign of where Stede might have gone. Luckily, he doesn’t have to.

Stede is in the driver’s seat, bent over, forehead pressed against the steering wheel. For a moment Ed thinks that he’s passed out, or… worse… but when he approaches the window Stede turns his head to glance at him before reaching over to unlock the passenger-side door. Ed walks around the car and slips inside.

“Stede… oh my god, I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up before, I can explain-”

“Don’t.” Stede’s forehead is still against the steering wheel. He’s looking straight ahead, eyes red, voice shaky. “You don’t have to. I’m too tired to listen.”

“Let me drive you home, okay? You’re going to be fine.”

Stede slowly shakes his head. “Fuck, I’m so messed up, Ed.” He puts his head in his hands. Ed places a hand on Stede’s back, moving it back and forth, and Stede shudders at the touch.

“You aren’t messed up, Stede. Your life is messed up. That isn’t you.”

“You don’t… you don’t know. It’s nice of you to want to see the best in me. You’re the only one who does, I think. But it doesn’t matter. It’s all fallen apart and I can’t fix it.” Stede is crying now.

“Just talk to me, okay? Get it out. I’ll listen.”

“It’s just… why?” Stede wipes tears from his eyes, which look like they’re made of glass. “Why did I have to go and prove them all right? Do you know how hard I’ve tried? I did everything right. I gave up everything that made me happy to prove them wrong. And I still couldn’t.”

“Wrong about what?”

“I can’t…” He swallows and shakes his head. “I’m… gay. I’ve always been gay. And everyone knew it but me. Everyone.”

Ed scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “I mean… yeah… we kind of did. But it isn’t a bad thing…” His voice trails off as Stede begins to sob harder.

“You don’t understand. It’s something good to you. But to me it’s…” Stede searches for the right word. “It’s failure. It was the one thing I had to prove them all wrong about me. I had pride in defying their expectations because… god… I’ve failed to meet expectations my whole life, Ed. Every time. But I put everything on this. I wasn’t going to fail. But I did.”

“Being gay isn’t a failing, Stede. I’m gay, most of your friends are gay. Do you think they’re failures for that?”

“No, but…” He rocks forward and back a little. “If they’re right about this, if I am who they say I am… they must be right about everything else.”

“You’re wrong. They aren’t.”

“How do you know? How do I know? I don’t know anything about myself. I’m nothing. I’m broken and I’ve always been broken.”

“You aren’t broken because you’re gay, Stede.”

“I’m broken because I’m me.” Stede whispers as he places his forehead back on the steering wheel, gripping the bottom of it so hard his knuckles turn white.

“I don’t think you’re broken.” I love who you are.

“You don’t have to live with me every day. You don’t have to think these thoughts. And I’m happy for you, Ed.” He closes his eyes. “No one should have to feel this way. I’m glad Mary is leaving me. I’ll give her everything. They are going to be so happy without me.”

“Stede…”

“Ed.” Stede sighs and finally looks over. “I'm sorry that I fucked everything up between us.”

“Why are we here, Stede? What are you planning?” Ed moves his hand to Stede’s shoulder and grips it, hard. He knows the answer to his own question, and is confident that he can stop it. But it breaks his heart all the same.

“I was… I was going to drive off the cliff.” Ed nods and looks ahead at the water. “Or drive into the water from the beach. I read… drowning, it feels good. It’s peaceful. It’s the way I’ve always imagined doing it.”

Ed squeezes his shoulder harder. “How often have you imagined… doing it?”

“Oh, you know…” Stede sniffs and waves his hand. “Everyone does from time to time.”

Ed shakes his head. “No, Stede. They don’t. That isn’t normal.”

“Well, I’m not fucking normal, am I? That’s the problem.”

Ed snorts. “I don’t want you to be normal. I love you for who you are. I wish you loved yourself the same way.”

Stede’s eyes well up with tears again and he sobs quietly, placing his hand on the one gripping his shoulder.

Ed pulls him in for a hug, and Stede buries his face in Ed's shoulder and shivers.

"You know now that there's no way I'm gonna let you do this, right? I'm not leaving this car."

“I… I know. ” Stede chokes with a whisper. “I texted you.”

“You did. You texted me and told me where to find you and you waited. That means something."

Stede sighs and holds on to Ed even tighter. “I think… I need a favor.”

“Anything. Anything at all, you name it, long as it involves me driving you out of here.”

“I think this is my last… I don’t have any other options.”

“Tell me what you need, man.”

“I need… help? I can’t stop thinking about it… You make me feel brave enough to… do something better. No one else cares.”

Ed feels tears running down his face. “That isn’t true, that’s your brain lying to you. There are a whole lot of people who care about you.”

“I don't want to get help for them, Ed. I know that’s bad, but I just want you."

“You have me, Stede. Always. You believe that, right?”

Stede pulls away and wipes his eyes. He gives an exhausted smile.

“I think so.” He bites his lower lip and looks out at the ocean. “I think… I think I need to go to a hospital.”

Ed processes this for a second and then nods.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea, mate. We’re gonna get you some help, okay?”

“Will you… will you come with me? Your bike…”

“Fuck the bike.” Ed gets out of the car and walks around to open Stede’s door. “Move over, I’m driving you.” He waves his hands in a “move” motion, because there is no way Ed is letting Stede out of the car until they are somewhere safe.

Stede awkwardly lifts his legs one at a time to move over the center console, and Ed slides into the driver’s seat, turning on the car’s child locks pointedly.

“Do you want to… listen to music?” Ed asks as he starts the car.

“No.” Stede shakes his head. “I don’t.” Ed squeezes Stede’s knee and begins to drive in silence. Stede rests his head against the passenger-side window and within minutes is asleep, leaving Ed to drive silently with a mixture of terror at losing the best thing in his life and the relief at saving him, if only for now.

Chapter 27

#ofmd modern au #modern alternate universe #ellie modern au #cross posted on ao3 #ofmd fanfic #our flag means death fanfic #stede x ed #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #ellie aosc

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postitivehaze · 1 year

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Hi everyone,

Sorry I’ve been MIA. I hope all of you had a great holiday and a happy new year!

This isn’t my normal posting, but I think it’s important. I do hope you read all of it, or at least the TLDR haha.

The end of 2021, my life started going absolutely downhill, it wasn’t even covid related. So many things were happening, it seemed like every week when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. I often asked myself: “why me?? How do I stop this, how can I fix this, how do I change and do better?? I’m so tired…” But, I was in such a slump I only got out of bed to go to work and go to school, which I’m not even sure how I managed that.

By the beginning of 2022, my boyfriend of 3 years, who I was so so madly in love with, broke up with me. My last straw, I was done, I couldn’t believe it. (Or maybe I could, who knows) I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat I couldn’t do anything. I lost 30lbs within the month, I was so depressed, despite trying so hard to be the best version of myself even with everything that had been happening that year. I mean, life has never been easy honestly, but that year just…man.

After I’d pushed myself to limits with everything that happened before that, I couldn’t do it anymore. What more could this life take from me, what else could go wrong? Of course, many many things went so terribly wrong after that.

I made this blog to see only the good things, I was tired of the negative, I really wanted something positive in my life. Although, I lost the energy to post after some time. I was just trying to stay afloat, and many times there were “those” thoughts. It took every ounce of my being, my soul, my everything to stay here.

We’re 2 days into 2023, I’m going outside again, I made new friends and the person I thought was the love of my life is my best friend, even though sometimes it hurts me, I still love him and I’ve managed to make it another year despite all of these trials or whatever it is. This super hard level that I got stuck on, I finally got through.

It’s not easy, but I forced myself to try and live a happier life. To try and pursue the dreams I once had, even though my motivation is still fairly low, I really want this to be my year…our year. For me, for my friends, for everyone.

I hope everyone out there who’s going through rough times, I’m begging you, don’t give up so you can find the joy life you once had. It doesn’t get better right away, and there will always be rough patches but there are so many things waiting for you.

Surround yourself with people who support you, with people who you can relate to, people who reach out when you’re feeling low, with people who will be there no matter what. Even if you have only one of those, even if the only thing you do is talk about life, play games, talk on discord for hours and hours. That’s fine! That’s great! It’s something.

I’ll be your friend man, I’ll always listen, I’ll always be here, or try to be even if I have nothing to say or don’t know what to say, know that you’re never a bother. Although, I can kind of annoying. Im also the person who has nothing to say or can’t stop talking. No Inbetween. I’ll spam message, send you funny memes and videos. You’ll get at LEAST 2. Haha.

Anyway, only looking up for here, Kay??

TLDR;

Life is really something, it can be hard. But there’s so much it can offer. Let me be your friend thanks lmaoo😌

Tell life to eat it!

#life #ugh #hello 2023 #new year new you #let’s go #doing it together #this is the year man #self care #positivity #relatable #tough times

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the-official-account · 2 years

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A Dump of my last pre-s2 theories

(and probably my last unqueued post for the day goddamn.)

Originally written yesterday. Edits day of posting. This post builds of evidence not yet presented in cannon but that is public to build the theory. If you consider that spoilers, dni. But here’s the tea:

On june 6th 2022 I sent this doodle to the discord

[ID: a simple, scribbled ink four panel comic showing a person with a short afro working on a laptop and slowly leaning back in their chair, silently, for three panels as the shot slowly zooms on their face which lookis progressively more worried. The last panel shows a close up of their face as they say “I’m worried about Elio.]

in hindsight I don’t know why i had to draw it out but i did? Alongside this I sent the messages

“Part of me wants la catrina to be undeniably good so bad but the more I think about the "nobody tells you what possession feels like" bit from episode one the more nervous i get and then listening to the season two trailer MMMMMMMM me, knowing he's not gonna be okay: I hope he's okay”

to which samy reacted with a single server emoji of that dude smoking and sighing and i have thought about that fucking reaction EVERY DAY SINCE.

But the REAL kicker? this post

[ID: a red blurry zoom in of the words “elio in season 2″]

IT SAYS ELIO HAS SOMETHING TO DO WITH DIFFERENT VERSIONS OF GODS BEINGS PRAYED TO IN SEASON TWO. WHICH. WHAT THE FUCK? AS FAR AS WE FUCKING KNOW, EVERY OTHER PERSON WHO ORIGINALLY PRAYED TO LA CATRINA IS DEAD.

[ID: a meme reaction of a guy pointing to a red stringed, paper covered cork board, explaining a conspiracy.]

Anyways. Here’s where i start copying a lot from the discord so it’s more me being weird and less eloquent essay format.

La Catrina's WHOLE DEAL is that she's a blend between Christian and Nahuatl religion. And GUESS WHAT? THE SHORT STORY CONFIRMS THAT THE SAME IS TRUE ABOUT TALIA And the way the baron and la Catrina dance together? And their deeply worrying plan im the final trailer????? I dont have answers but I do have fear .

What does it meeeeean.........I mean clearly if Leo can be an angel while being anti crusade hope isn't lost but......okay this is a stretch but I wonder if there are crusade-approved....is missionaries the word? Like folks with the crusade, who's whole role in the system is to pray to Christian assimilated versions of dangerous gods to overpower past believers and try to control them. It's a STRETCH. But ??????

Shinji's Shinigami man fucker be stable. Shinji if it comes down to it pleeease pull through.

The Good...ish? news is that though the clip about Talia wanting to be a stripper instead of having to kill god (the funniest thing to say but queen shit) she says she HAS to kill god. Not HAD. So. Uhm. Based on structure shit, and stuff Samy mentioned I can't cite rn (understand that I am very tired and most of these rants happen in this same situation) about the show probably being about 3 seasons I think there's a pretty high chance that end of season 2 brings us up to speed with the narration timeline, because that's just a great opportunity there.

Which means that what I mentioned before about Shinji feeling unsafe mentioning where his family is still has a chance to come to change, so yay good. Elio refers to himself as the bane of crusaders or something along those lines, which means that BEFORE he fights god he's still doing pretty well so, hey, he probably won't get zalien god sucked again. Good, cool, chill.

Downside being we can't be absolutely sure if they live through the whole series but HAHAHA HEYYYY ITS FINE

I'm so mad cause I know there are so many details I'm missing that would make me actually chew on wood furniture as much as I say that like for real. I might speed read the transcripts tomorrow [im not gonna so that asjdlfsfasd im tired] which it probably the worst way to consume this show but I have no defense. But the purpose of the recordings though it so help the next generation basically.

They're for preservation, I don't know how they phrased it exactly (sorry but you haven't seen my cry about the internet archive and I'm not gonna get started about the internet archive because it brings me to tears everytime but that's to say wow preservation is a subject and theme that HITS) but it could, alternatively, be very likely that the show recorded before finally preparations to fight TBMINTS

Which, you know, from a writing perspective there really are those two choices. Let the audience know there is a major format-shifting change end of season 2 to build anticipation for the final season OR save that getting up to speed but until the last few episodes of season 3 because a long term formatting change might annoy some audience members. There's also the idea that you can get up to speed, have daily/more recent audio-diary-like things, and then do a format switch end of season 3

We've got to find out about them fighting god somehow, and I don't know if the current format fits that whole deal? Maybe it could, I’d love to see it if it did, but I think the chances for a switch are high and what that says about the pacing of the show has some effect on how sure I am that my faves are gonna live ngl.

Like if you wait til the last few episodes a reflective on the noble deaths of the big 3 would work pretty well and yes it would be a wonderful story if it went that way I have full faith, but I also don't WANT it yk?

But I do not see all the cogs I am a poor fic writer leaning up a cypress tree etc.

[Here, a brief discussion on themes of cultural preservation and how they’re often recorded in real life]

Which HITS with elio especially. And also talia having read that short story. They had parallels but now they have PARALLELS. I just am literally so scared for elio next season though. And Talia by parralell extension but also cause I think Samy mentioned giving more into her deal s2 in the q&a? But less like SCARED scared.

Okay wait hello this is very but IS it a stretch to say there may be legions of believer’s tainting how the god’s menifest? Like it's a stretch if you're assuming these people are AWARE of their roles in the system. That it's an intentional force by each individual directed at helping the crusade

BUUUUUUT TBMINTS runs on media. He run on major movies. If I was the god of a massive, relatively culturally cohesive continent (north America in comparison to, like, Asia, has very few thriving cultures, the colonialism will do that to you) and I was created by, and therefore knew how to leverage, media to harness belief to get more power from humans, like the next step would very obviously be to manufacture more media to help reach my goals.

And if I was manufacturing media to help me goals with a very large, organized force that surely has some sort of research division because what is marketing if not research but evil, I would totally say to myself

Hey!

I can control other gods by controlling the perspectives of their believers!

Hey! I can make people believers and shape their beliefs with media!

Hey! Why not send out various targeted feeds in the news and in pop culture funded by my massive organized theocracy showing the most powerful of my enemies as fitting more cleanly into the idea of good and evil that benefits me, both so that the I convince the subjects of my dominion their is no other alternative than the way I rule and also to hinder the other gods by making them more wreckless and more violent in ways that do not help their ultimate goals and create a cycle of demonizing them in the eyes of the masses? Literally what is stopping me from doing that?

NOTHING.

[Edit: There’s some evidence to by found maybe in that Elio who grew up in the americas had no fucking clue about the governments of europe and japan until he was told. Smells like a propaganda machine to me.]

And if it wasn't TBMINTS plotting himself he's got, like, at least a million bootlickers one of them has gotta be a mastermind with how much holy steroids he pumps into them.

And like. The show's been...well it hasn't defined belief yet, which is really what leaves room for this theory.

Marcus didnt believe in lady luck in the same way elio believed in La Catrina (shrouding themselves in dark robes and praying In basements "it was all very dramatic") he just saw her once and just kinda lived his life knowing that. It only came into play much later when he needed to confront it.

Witches are just assured of themselves and their power. That's a background belief they don't pray to themselves they don't actively maintain that.

And Samar's whole deal?

My point is with the breadth of diversity in what "belief" is in the show and how it powers gods there's definitely space for this crackpot theory still (watch that change as soon as this ep drops shfskhslss) [edit: VINDICATION! you cant call me wrong yet] but if I get even one thing right I'm gonna be elated.

But god also?? Like I feel like we're lead to believe fighting TBMINTS is going to be a physical thing. The trio's growing strengths are very physically centered. But how do you kill a god REALLY? With as many followers as he has even if you somehow slew him, what stops TBMINTS from immediately being reborn? His power comes from the cultural eradication of nonbelievers, and as Leo's sympathetic example could be taken to hint at: you really just can't kill all those people. Many of them are just ...people. not crusaders.

SOOOOOOOOO IN THAT CASE. If you're fighting a god of the media in a world where where all power is based on popular belief and perception is not the best counterattack to create your own media? Physical aptitude keeps them alive, it wins the small battles, but it hearts and minds that win the war

WHAT IF THE REAL UNIMAGINABLY POWERFUL WEAPON WAS THE PODCAST WE'RE LISTENING TO ALL ALONG?!?!?!!?!

#13th #June #2022 #June 13th 2022 #accidentally saved this as a draft on main and im not moving it #but OP is still the one and only edil #i began this rant after midnight #which is neccessary for ontext i think #but i did take a fat nap also #edil theorizes about desperado #desperado podcast

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