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flowerandblood · 2 days

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I don't like many of the authors' decisions here – sometimes their tropes, sometimes their choice of how they present events, dialogues, sometimes their characters, relationships between them or their appearance. It's not a bad thing. I have a right to feel this way.

But I would never tell them about it. Not because I don't have the courage to do it but because it would give them nothing, nothing good. You criticise when someone asks for it – when someone doesn't, then you should keep quiet.

Why? Because perhaps someone does not want this criticism and it's their right too. I, for example, don't care and I don't want to know how much someone dislikes something in my work. I don't need the fake appreciation of others, just as others don't need mine.

If I don't like someone's stories, I just leave them alone. God bless all of them! Write and be happy.

No one here is an oracle or judge, and some people feel that way. If you don't like what the authors are writing and their choices, give them a holy peace or else all you'll achieve is that they'll be discouraged from writing – they'll think: maybe nobody wants to read this after all, look at my characters, maybe it's pointless, maybe everyone thinks about me and my writing this way.

Sowing doubt and passive humiliation is very popular here for some reason and I find it incredibly annoying. People don't know when to shut their mouths and when their private opinion to which they are, after all, entitled hurts others, making them uncomfortable.

Our right to free speech should not cut someone's wings and mock them. This is an expression of disrespect and basic culture.

Not everyone has to want to change, to develop if it is not their profession but a simple hobby.

Anonymity does not make malicious gibberish sound any smarter, and a large audience or reactions under posts does not make anyone entitled to post an opinion in which they criticise works of others for their choices.

"Why do you write with only small letters? It's so annoying. This character would never do this, are you dumb? Aemond would never betray his family! Oh nooo, next Visenya on a big dragon? Why these OC's are so boring? Reader insert is just for you because you are desperate to fuck. Why do your OC is fat? Why do your OC is slim? Why do make your OC look like this, why won't you try something new? Why do you put Alys in your story as a third wheel when she is Aemond's real love interest?"

Shut. The fuck. UUUUUUP. GOD.

You say – you don't agree, don't read, I have a right to my opinion. Well, I say: your right does not absolve you from thinking about the feelings of others.

You are hypocrites. You cry and make a hiatus when someone sends you a nasty anon writing that you write crap, but you devote 2,000 words on your blog to why a certain trope doesn't make sense, why other authors don't have a right to make their OC's look the way they want.

What you write is not private, it's public. Who are you writing it to? Is it an expression of your frustration? Those you write it about can read it. They may feel very, very bad about it, they can think to stop writing at all or make themselves to do something against their will. But that's not your concern anymore, right?

Taking responsibility for your own words only when it's convenient for you is an expression of immaturity and that's what I see in this fandom – most people here are afraid of adulthood and the clash with it. Because in adulthood everything we do has consequences to face.

But it's easier to say that we simply have the right to express our opinion, no matter how hurtful and unfounded it may be.

I want to be clear – I will see anyone reblogging or write this kind of posts – I will block them. Even if I like you, if you are with me for a long time. I don't want to see this kind of toxic behavior on my wall ever again. Enough is enough.

#hotd fandom #gibbering about others oc's #gibbering about aemond x strong niece trope #gibbering about readers inserts #gibbering about smut in the fics #shut #the fuck #upppppp #plz #writing #writing advice #writing fandom #writers #criticism #writers on tumblr #fandom

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eowyntheavenger · 4 months

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Americans, these are things we are NOT saying in 2024:

"Voting blue won't solve anything." Yes it will: if enough of us do it, it will solve a problem called Trump's second term in the White House. We unfortunately live in a two-party system. If you refuse to vote, you're effectively voting for Trump. I shouldn't need to explain this to people, yet here we are.

"It doesn't matter who's president. Both candidates are the same anyway." No, they are REALLY not. Biden was never my first choice, and his shipments of arms to Israel are despicable, but don't try to tell me even for a second that a second Trump term would be the same for the world as a second Biden term.

"But voting blue won't fix [fundamental underlying problem in America]." Voting for Democrats cannot fix every issue, this is true. But by saying this and ONLY this you are discouraging people from voting by making them feel hopeless. Voting is one of many tools in our arsenal, not the only tool, but an important one, and it does matter.

"You shouldn't vote blue, you should do [other thing] instead." See above: you can vote and protest and organize at the same time. It's not either/or. You can do it all. Stop discouraging voters from exercising their rights under the guise of leftism.

"Voting is just legitimizing government power. It makes you part of the system." Literally just shut up. Women and people of color didn't fight for their voting rights to have you say things like this. If you live in America and you can legally vote, then you should fucking vote, and vote blue. There is no neutral option.

"Voting blue just makes you complicit in [this bad policy]." Inaction, and allowing Trump to have a second term, is worse for the entire world than any Democrat policy. Yes, even that one. Voting is not about finding a perfect unproblematic candidate. It is about choosing the lesser of two evils.

"Voting doesn't work because—" STOP IT. STOP DISCOURAGING PEOPLE FROM VOTING.

You know who wants you NOT to vote? Trump supporters, that's who. You should be suspicious of ANYONE who is suggesting that your vote doesn't matter, or that both candidates are the same, or that Biden's policy on XYZ means you shouldn't vote for him. Trump supporters aren't trying to get your vote by saying, "Vote for Trump!" They're trying to get your vote by DISCOURAGING YOU FROM VOTING AT ALL.

I don't like Biden either, but Trump is unequivocally worse. Voting doesn't fix everything, but it is the minimum fucking requirement of living in a democracy. Voting for president has real, tangible, immediate impacts on people's lives, and choosing not to vote is not the rebellion you think it is, it is just relinquishing your voice. So fucking vote. THIS IS A GROUP PROJECT AND DAMN IT WE ARE NOT FAILING BECAUSE OF YOU.

#vote #US politics #my post

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eamour · 22 days

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Hi i don't know if you'll reply/repost this ask but i really believe what i have to say is needed to help people in the manifestation community i am only sending this to you because you are one of the few active ones with a decent following that can get the word out..

The amount of complications people in this community have brought upon themselves is just infuriating and annoying the amount of creators/blog writers that come up with something new every week are just deceiving and preying on people who want to have a better life if you care i hope you'll post this.

Lies and overcomplications like;

'You shouldn't feel lack' 'don't focus on the 3d' 'know that you have it and go on with your life' 'this is the only way you can manifest' 'don't try to affirm or visualize it won't work its just endlessly affirming' 'feel it know' the amount of 3d and 4d 'live in imagination' is all a bunch of bs what Neville said is not the final! And you all seem to forget that

You can do all that and still get what you want sure! you can manifest this way too but why overcomplicate it?

(Yes there is a possibility that spreading this misinformation may not be necessarily intended to cause harm and might be just a misunderstanding from bloggers as well but it still causes to harm to those who are vulnerable and are just wanting to better their life and learn about manifesting)

None of this matters you are the only one who makes yourself manifest and there are many ways and you can use any way/method the problem on tumblr is people push only one way no you don't need to be fulfilled in imagination or 'know you have it and shut up in order to manifest sure Neville found a good way but its not the only way but the amount of people here who push this as if it's the only way and say if you don't do this you will never manifest are fcking playing with people's time and energy! i'm here to root for how far visualization affirming and robotic affirming goes,just for the average person its just such a quick and easy and 'failproof' way to 'get you desires' you don't need to hate the word 'get it' or something like that you don't have chase after knowledge or understanding to 'finaly manifest', when i went back to watching sammy and just affirming with no care about believe the thoughts no care about things like 3d or 4d no care about fulfilment or doing it to get it or anything like that...I've been carefree i don't worry at all...we are always learning about life and spirituality but you don't need an awakening or some sacred knowledge to manifest

You can read these posts that helped me but please no more,thats it no need to scroll and scroll and search for an answer

You don't need to read it all throughly just get the main idea you're good (most of them are short)

https://www.tumblr.com/imperfect777/744087420843245568/stop-scrolling-on-tumblr-twitter-pinterest-etc?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/miracledarling/715265433528320001/the-key-to-manifesting?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sp0iledprincess55/744703729957257216/100-proof?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/dreamsintoreality111/672119540555153408/hey-do-you-prefer-to-change-appearance-through?source=share

My tips and experience..

All this time after being kinda obsessed with the void state (don't even get why people renamed the i am state by Neville lol) trying all things but just being lazy giving up restarting and going back to the old way of thinking, thinking 'why i fail' but now looking back and realizing i just got distracted and stopped never persisted .... now i realize how easy it is but what tumblr was doing was just discouraging me all along so many people lied or were misguided and said 'don't endlessly affirm just decide' implying if you try affirming you'll do it endlessly and never have what u want.. and so i listened....i used to watch sammy after a few videos last year i joined tumblr for a few 6 months at some point i was just reading things which have already been said and read..so i quit and decided to delete tumblr to just actually apply because reading the same thing over and over is no use...i'm now watching sammy ingram again so this is what i vouch for, affirming and thoughts watching sammy ingram (if just deciding or knowing seems like its not for you sammy ingram is great and in my opinion if i also just know or decide its mine then by affirming aren't i just reminding myself..'knowing' & 'deciding' in a way too?) again sammy joe dispenza is more helpful compared to tumblr over 6 months... i have logged back after a month typing this rn to help people and will delete my acc today even the creators i used to follow haven't posted in weeks and i urge people to leave tumblr after a certain point please live your life.

posting this for everyone who is currently overcomplicating the law and beating themselves up for not "doing it right". ♡

i want to add something: you can believe in all of these things (such as "feeling it real" instead of "affirming to get") and if it works for you, that’s good! that’s quite literally the law. but if it’s the opposite for you, if you think that it’s too much work and you would rather robotically affirm to get your desire, then do that.

i have seen both sides on tumblr and twitter, and they are both successful. it’s up to you what you want to make work for yourself!!

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zeezelweazel · 10 months

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something about lottie getting mean towards reader bc reader is giving her the silent treatment after a big fight, and lottie feels like being mean is the only way to get her attention. and they end up having angsty sex ? 🤭🤭🤭

Lottie Matthews| Fool me once, fool me twice|

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MEAN LOTTIE OMG

I love reading angsty sex but I've never written it before so I hope it's good. Also sorry this took quite some time

I kinda don't like how this turned out

TW: mild degradation, mentions of cheating, fingering (both receiving), afab female reader

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The girls knew that having so many couples within the friend group ment that when a fight between them inevitably happens chaos endures. It happens with Shauna and Jackie all the time. Tai and Van too, sometimes. But it was never you and Lottie. You were the sweet couple known for communication and being honest and open with eachother.

But not this time. She was hiding something from you. It was obvious, with the way she seemed to be so set on stopping you from opening the second drawer on her bedside table. You weren't snooping around, obviously not. She told you to find her old necklace and in her words ' it's somewhere in my bedside table '.

She appeared out of thin air when you went to open the second drawer and immediately closed it shut. She looked at you with an expression you couldn't quite place.

"You can't open that drawer."

You were confused. Lottie never got defensive or possessive over anything. Plus you two don't have any secrets... Right?

"Why?"

The conversation escalated into a fight as both of you started yelling. The fight ended with you leaving Lottie's house and slamming the door.

The next few days were more than awkward. You were set on ignoring Lottie even if Van told you time and time again that it was probably nothing. What if she was hiding some other girl's fucking underwear in there?

Lottie decided to give you some space. But after a week you were still avoiding her, not even sparing her a glance much less speak to her.

She was getting frustrated. It was unfair how you expected her to let you in in every aspect of her life. She was acting like a child she knew that much, but she couldn't just sit by and watch you slowly detach yourself from her.

It was probably not the best way to get your attention but it was the only way Lottie could think of. So she started being mean to you. Saying out of pocket things when you were doing absolutely nothing. She had something bitchy to say every time you saw her.

It was getting on your nerves.

The glass spilled during a scrimmage. You hadn't played so well on your last game so you wanted to train as hard as you could. If only Lottie would just shut up. She has a comment for every little mistake that you made. After you missed an easy pass and she straight up laughed at you, you just stormed off the pitch practically running to the locker room.

"Lottie what the fuck?! I don't care if you two broke up or whatever but we're a team. Go and make this right. You won't cone back on this pitch unless Y/N is with you."

Jackie has had enough of your shit. Someone has to get you two to short it out. Lottie grumbled and started jogging towards the locker room.

You had tears of anger in your eyes as you threw your stuff in your bag. You are so done with Lottie fucking Matthews. Next time you see ger in front of you, you swear you'll slap her.

"Hey."

You sharply turned around to meet her eyes. Lottie was awkwardly staring at you, like a child who was forced to apologize by their mom. You scoffed and continued packing your things.

"Oh so now you stop ignoring me."

Lottie was thinking of what to say until she noticed you walking towards the door. She quickly stepped in front of you, her much taller frame completely blocking the door. You look up at her hoping that your glare would be enough to discourage her and make her step away from the exit. Of course Lottie being the stubborn bitch that she is, she didn't budge an inch.

You push her against the wall, your hands tightly fisting the collar of her shirt. Your bodies are pressed together and you swear you can feel her heart beating wildly against your breasts.

You haven't touched her in weeks. Spoken to her in weeks. And yet here you are. Faces only inches away, hands itching to touch and grope, eyes locked together intensely.

It happens faster than a lighting bolt hitting the earth but the scorching heat it leaves behind is all the same. Your lips are crashing together, hot and wet and angry and your hands are returning to familiar territory, on the sides of her neck and her biceps and then they slip under her shirt.

Neither of you pull back, the stupidity of the situation clear to the both of you, instead your panting breaths mix together and fog your brains even more. The hazy atmosphere turns toxic when Lottie takes the liberty of pushing her hands under your bra to find pebbled nipples.

You hiss and gasp under her hands. She still makes you shiver with every touch. You almost melt into her arms but then you remember. How she was being a bitch to you for no reason, how she got under your skin on purpose.

You don't waste any time. Your hand shoves it's way down her shorts and find her wet and desperate. She throws her head back and you almost wince when it loudly bangs against the door.

"Oh, fuck, Y/N."

You missed her. You missed her whines and her breathless pleas and how she clenches around your finger every time you stroke her clit. You missed how she strokes your breast while her hand caresses your inner thigh. How she enters with two fingers because she already knows how wet you are.

Your hands are hurried and your breaths are mingled with eachother. You're both still half dressed and you look at Lottie and you know she's close and you are too. You reach your peak together and your thigs are shaking and Lottie's legs give out and suddenly you're both panting on the floor.

After the lust frenzy dies out you realise that you've just had sex with your girlfriend who's been relentlessly mean to you for the past few days. You glare at her and she awkwardly stares at the ground.

"You have a ton shit to explain Matthews. But first I need a very long apology."

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#wlw #female reader #yellowjackets imagine #yellowjackets x reader #lottie x reader #smut #lottie matthews #lottie matthews x reader

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 months

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Some hcs that reader (with a gholdengo and drifblim) who takes care of pecharunt after the events of mochi mayhem.. pecharunt tries to get the reader to eat one of its mochi bc it doesn't think reader is their friend unless reader eats the mochi but reader always tells it "im your friend buddy i promise u" but will bonk its head if it tries to get other people to eat the mochi

((I am a strong pecharunt appologist))

After Gholdengo and Drifblim helped you defeat Pecharunt back in Kitakami....the next step was to become its friend and show it all the love that it's been denied for so long.

According to one of the elders, there was more to the story about the Loyal Three and Ogerpon and why they sought after her masks all those years ago, but most of it was omitted from books.

Apparently Pecharunt was only obeying the wishes of its owners that it fed mochi to, and in trying to fulfill their request, the mission winded up turning into something quite tragic for everyone involved.

Hearing that tale made you feel a bit more sympathetic when it came time to properly introduce the mythical to your two aces.

Immediately it thinks it's gonna get another beat down and flings mochi at them in self-defense....but your Gholdengo just blocks them with their skateboard while one bounces harmlessly off of Drifblim's body.

"Stop that, Pech...there's no battle going on here. We're not gonna hurt you. You're safe."

Pecharunt spins around to face you, seeing that you're currently preparing a sandwich on the picnic table.

Before you could finish putting the bread on top (unless you feel like leaving it off), it gently sets down one or two mochi atop the other ingredients, looking at you expectantly.

Only to throw a fit when you instead calmly remove them.

"I'm sorry. I just have to make this sandwich a specific way...but a mochi sandwich does sound tasty.."

"...cha..cha..." It retreats into its shell, looking gravely upset.

You know it didn't mean any harm by it...but one of your partners thought otherwise.

"Dengo!"

"Blimmm.."

You see Drifblim trying to discourage Gholdengo from throwing coins at the poor poison type, but knowing your ghost/steel type..they're petty and think Pecharunt is bad news all around.

They're pretty much saying "well let's see how they like having stuff thrown at them!"

Fortunately, you manage to calm everyone down, gently shooing your 'mons into playing elsewhere before looking for Pecharunt...who was hiding underneath the table, shaking.

You simply sit on the ground and talk to it that way, explaining that you learned about its past and understood why it acts the way it does.

"You don't have to give me mochi in order to get me to like you. We're already friends."

"Run..?"

"Listen, you've spent your whole life trying to please others. You feel like you owe them something, and you're afraid that if you stop giving, they won't love you anymore. But you don't have to worry about that here. My friendship doesn't come with a price, Pecharunt." You smile and hold out your arms. "Except maybe...a hug? And a promise to stop possessing my human friends?"

"........."

"In turn, I'll protect you and make sure you never feel lonely again. Does that sound like a deal?"

Given its hesitance to even look you in the eye, you're unsure if Pecharunt was ready to be this open with you so soon, or if it was afraid you were just lying...

Yet it was quickly moved to tears as it floats into your arms, allowing you to embrace it closely.

You're glad you two could finally come to an understanding.

This mythical 'mon wasn't evil at heart..just misguided in its drive for love and affection.

Now it didn't have to worry about losing yours anymore.

#AUGH i love pecharunt even more now 💔#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokemon sv x reader #pokemon scarlet x reader #pokemon violet x reader #mochi mayhem x reader #pecharunt #gholdengo #drifblim #headcanons

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ohbo-ohno · 5 months

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I would trade my firstborn child for a part two of kingpin price. It’s consumed my thoughts. I have so many what ifs in my mind.

alright listen. i don't take requests. i don't write part 2's just because someone asked. i DON'T and i WONT START okay this is a ONE TIME THING it will NOT happen again!!! please do not start spamming me asking for more!! i won't do it! it actively discourages me!!! i don't do requests!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE

anyways. here's the 1.4k part two of the kingpin price x reader thing. (cw for... being forced to move in with a mob boss? and unplanned pregnancy. no smut!)

"Be careful!" You hiss at the brute dropping a box with PICTURES scrawled across the side. "Are you trying to break my things?!"

The man ignores you, heading back out to the moving truck with the other workers. You huff, just barely stopping yourself from stomping your foot, quickly kneeling to make sure nothing's broken. Luckily for them, it's all perfectly intact, wrapped safely and securely in bubble wrap.

You're not fully mollified, still scowling as you stand and move to one of the tall windows to watch them work.

"Keeping the men in line?" John asks from the doorway, a glass of water in his hand. You scowl as he steps forward, offering it to you, but still take it and sip from the straw.

"Can they not read?" You complain, feeling more than a little bitch-y with your entire life being turned on it's head in front of you. "If anything is even cracked when I unpack, there'll be hell to pay."

John chuckles, stepping up beside you as the men bring another round of boxes in. "I'm sure, love. You're very scary."

You glare at him, entirely unamused by his sarcasm, but his smile only grows.

It doesn't take long for the movers to get all your boxes settled, and John dismisses them before they can start trying to unpack for you, leaving you surrounded by what bits of your life you'd chosen to take with you.

You'd been stressed beyond belief when John took you to your apartment to chose what got packed, flitting between various movers and trying your best to make sure they were doing everything the exact way you thought it needed to be done. John had trailed behind you, seemingly perfectly content to let you worry and only intervening when you started trying to do the movers' jobs for them.

"Now, now, love," he'd rumbled, laughing and guiding you away with a hand on your elbow. "Let's let the men do what I'm paying them for, hm? Why don't we find you something else to do."

You'd bristled at the condescending words, had redirected all of your annoyance and bitchiness back to him - where it belonged, really - and only realized hours later that that was probably his intent all along. You can only hope he regretted it after several minutes of your very targeted complaining.

You bite back the urge now, just a bit more nervous in his house than you had been in your apartment. Even with all the strangers packing up your things, there had been a sense of familiarity that distracted you from just who you've gotten yourself entangled with. But in John's house, with everything decorated in a painfully masculine way and his cologne filling the air, you really can't forget who you're with.

It makes you just nervous enough to bite your tongue now, uncomfortable in his territory. So you don't complain when he tugs you away from the boxes, guiding you further down a hallway, even if your heart does race.

He leads you to what is clearly his bedroom, the bed made perfectly but the various signs of life on his dresser and his nightstand giving him away. You clear your throat before speaking, taking another sip of the water and staying by the door even as he begins to putter around. "Where can I sleep? If you don't have a guest room, I don't mind the couch."

He shoots you a look, like you've said something silly, and huffs when you don't continue.

"The woman carrying my child doesn't sleep on a couch," he almost sneers the words. "You'll sleep in here."

You lick your lips, shifting on your feet. "And where will you sleep?"

His look turns shifts to something almost teasing, like he's just humoring you. "I'll sleep in my bed, just like you. Too tall for the couches, I'm afraid."

It's hard to keep your face neutral, but you think you manage. "You can't stay in a guest room?"

He turns back to whatever he was doing at his dresser before, shaking his head with a smile. "You don't need to worry, love. I won't touch you until you beg, you're perfectly safe in bed with me."

Your face flames, cheeks hot with embarrassment. "What- why would you even-? No, that's not what I was worried about." It definitely was, but he doesn't need to know that. "And I'll never beg for you to touch me."

He turns, leaning against his dresser and crossing his arms, one ankle crossed over the other, the picture of comfort. He looks at you like you're amusing, like you've said something you believe that is fully true but are obviously wrong.

"We'll see," he hums, head tilting. "Regardless, anything that happens between us will be on your terms. Until then, we'll just be bedmates."

The heat doesn't leave your face. "Do you really not have a guest room to stay in?"

"I don't see why I should have to. We're both adults, and while I know I won't maul you in the middle of the night, I wouldn't mind if you initiated something. Doesn't seem like much anything can go wrong."

You're... not sure how to argue that. It seems almost juvenile, somehow, to complain about sharing a bed with the man who took your virginity and got you pregnant on the first try, but there's still a part of you that doesn't feel safe enough around John to fall asleep in the same bed as him (at least while sober). And while he couldn't seem less threatening at the moment, you refuse to let yourself forget that he's a violent criminal.

You shift from foot to foot, eyes trained on his throat to avoid eye contact. "...Fine."

"Good." He ducks his head just enough to make you lock eyes, his smile soft. "Glad we got that settled. Now, how would you like a bath?"

You eye him, then the bathtub you can see through the open door to the ensuite. It's massive, could probably easily fit four people in it, and it's hard not to feel tempted.

But... you're not sure you want to strip down in front of him.

You take a deep breath, and figure that you'll have to bathe at some point anyway. John's made it more than clear that you're not leaving any time soon, and while you already plan to get as much freedom as you can, you're under no delusion for how much control you really have in this situation.

"Alright," you agree. "Alone, though."

He holds a hand over his heart, standing and holding his other arm out towards the bathroom. "Of course, what do you take me for?"

You side eye him as you walk to the bathroom, keeping him in your line of sight for as long as possible.

"A criminal and a man with no sense of personal boundaries," you mutter on your way past, just long enough for him to hear. He laughs, but doesn't stop you from shutting the bathroom door in his face.

You lock the door behind you, already feeling more relaxed. He's surely got a key, and you know a flimsy lock won't keep John Price out if he really wants in, but the layer of security is still a comfort.

You don't bother to look around the bathroom too much, far too eager to slip into the tub and float in warm water. It doesn't take long to fill, the multiple jets on the side of the tub warming quickly.

As you sink into the clean water, you daydream about all the decorating you'll do in John's house. It's a beautiful home, and if he's going to make you live with him for the foreseeable future, the least he can do is let you make it even marginally more appealing.

You smirk a bit, wondering if maybe you can even finagle his credit card. He certainly owes you, and you've got no problem spending his money on yourself and your baby. It's the least he can do, after all.

The water leaves your limbs loose, the steam soothing in your throat and lungs, and you can't help but feel that you might've been overreacting earlier, and that everything is going to be just fine.

When the sound of the door unlocking breaks the silence in the bathroom, you jolt forward. You wrap one arm around your chest to cover yourself just as the door opens, a shirtless John stepping inside.

You stare at him with wide eyes, gaping, and his lips curve into a smile beneath his facial hair.

"Would you mind some company, love?"

#john price x reader #bo writes #SIGH #asks and answers #price x reader #cod fanfic #call of duty fanfic #john price

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novasway · 1 year

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HER WAY — SULLY FAMILY

hello my loves!! it seems as though a lot of you enjoyed the first part!! so much so that i now wrote a second part to it!! before we get into it i would just like to thank you all for the support and nice messages <33 sadly i cannot respond to comments due to this being a side blog but know that i appreciate you guys sososo much <33 love u sm - nova .

ps : this is very short because i am very tired :(( also not read proof!! and also peep the little scene from my fav podcast ever !!

one , two

IT'S BEEN MONTHS . months since the sky people returned to pandora. months since the raids started and months since ( name ) last saw her family.

" TO THE LEFT! TO THE LEFT! SOMEONE TAKE THAT DAMN TRAIN OFF OF THE RAILS "

" UNCLE TSU'TEY I WANT TO SEE THOSE HELICOPTERS GONE! "

" YOU GOT IT! "

that was a normal day for ( name ) now, riding her ikran into battle every few days in order to protect her people. she no longer was the little girl that would once run around in the forests of pandora, she was now the olo'eyktan, the fate of the omaticaya was in her hands and she was determined to bring them to victory once more.

or so was the plan.

" olo'eyktan ( name )! " a hurried voice called out towards the young woman.

" lu'ìkx. what's wrong? you seem to be in a hurry? "

" i see you, olo'eyktan . " the warrior greeted the woman before continuing. " i do not mean to panic you, but u'är and veinnì found this while patrolling, we think that this might be an issue that you and your uncle should talk about. " he said, handing her a piece of paper.

" i see, well thank you lu'ìkx, i shall discuss this with my uncle, you're dismissed now. "

" uncle i cannot — you! cannot ask this of me. i will not. "

" ( name ), i understand, truly i do! but i cannot risk to lose you, i know yes, you're finally olo'eyktan but i'd rather you have no title than no life. " sighed tsu'tey . " i know that the thought of leaving breaks you but please listen to your old man for once. "

" ... "

" ( name ) please. you read the paper, they want to kill you, they won't stop until you aren't standing anymore so please follow your family, go to the reef and just forget about this place for a while. "

" .. if i leave now i will be able to join my family ... if i don't leave now i will be able to still protect my people, my people are very dear to me — "

" dearer than your family? "

" no ... not dearer than them. never dearer than them."

"there you go, that's your answer. go and prepare, you will be leaving in the morning. "

with a heavy heart ( name ) takes one more look at the forest before going to her tent. the gentle breeze and delicate smells caressing her skin. the forest was all she knew, it was her home, her sanctuary, she vowed to protect it with her all and now her promise will be broken.

' oh eywa please forgive me for this is not the way you gave me, please great mother forgive me for not being able to protect your creation. '

the morning came with heart breaking news for the omaticayans, yet another treasured member was leaving.

yet another olo'eyktan was leaving and with that the last sully was gone as well. with one last glance ( name ) got on her ikran and started her journey towards the reef.

the journey was a rough one, heavy rains and cold winds that made them almost crash or the hot sun burning at her blue skin during the day seemed to discourage her second by second.

being alone made her realize how awful it was not hearing lo'ak and neteyam's banter, or jake's stories from back on earth or tuk asking the most random questions. she wonders why only now her brain decides to remind her of such times. perhaps during the time that she spent in the forest fighting she didn't have time to catch a break and think everything through.

no matter the cause, ( name ) straightened her back and continued to fly towards her destination. she would get to be reunited with her family soon.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #jake sully #kiri sully #sully family #neytiri #lo’ak x reader #neteyam x reader #jake sully x daughter!reader #sully family x reader

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salaimoi · 7 days

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first story from my new, ongoing series: talk to me nice. feel free to leave any constructive criticism! (I can handle it, unlike Gojo)

"Look, I didn't ask for your stupid advice, so don't pretend like you know everything."

Gojo hissed at you, nearly popping a vein from how smug you were being right now.

The only thing you suggested was that he stop dressing like somebody’s grandpa all the time – he had a physique carved by the gods themselves, why not put it to use? Such a waste, honestly.

"Mm~ whatever. So sassy," you replied, followed by an eye roll violent enough to nearly cause your eyes to fall clean off your skull. “Ever heard of constructive criticism?”

"Yeah, yeah. You know, instead of just giving me advice all the time, why don't you compliment me for once? You know, say something nice about me — it's not that hard. "

"Me? Compliment you? Gojo please. Unless you wire me every single yen in your bank account, you won't hear a single praise come out of this mouth.”

Even though he himself felt very frustrated right now, he couldn't stop himself from enjoying the banter – so much so that he would begin to grin as he tried to control himself from bursting out laughing. You were playing a dangerous game here because he could actually make this deal happen, and you were perfectly aware of that — but despite that, you were still trying to push his buttons and he’d make you eat your words because of it.

"You know what, I think I will actually do just that. So let me ask you, what happens when I send over every yen in my bank account, will you genuinely compliment yours truly?" he smirks in that usual arrogant manner, growing more and more interested by the second. "I better get my money’s worth, you know."

Still thinking he was bluffing, you replied, "Obviously. But you only get one compliment."

"Humm~ fine, and it better be the most heart shattering compliment in the history of compliments — soul crushing even. Now, I'll go ahead and transfer you the money," he paused for a moment before remembering something rather important.

"I need your bank account number to wire the money."

"W-wait … you're not serious are you?”

"Why would I lie? I’m serious about this and you'll also be serious about your part, got it? So I need that bank account number now."

"Are you insane!? I was only kidding, genius!"

"Maybe I am, but I'm doing this because I really want your compliment. So don't try to discourage me because for every minute we spend arguing here, I'm losing my patience.”

And it wasn’t like he needed your flattery; he just wanted to hear you sing his praises as a contrast to your usual behavior. You were always so cold and apathetic around him, but he knew that wasn’t the real you — and he took it upon himself to reveal the side you buried under that stoic facade.

“So just tell me your bank account number and I'm going to transfer the money to your account right now — the full 59 billion."

Your body froze in utter shock as you realized he was dead serious. Straightening yourself on the mattress, your mouth hung wide open — staring at him in disbelief. The realization of it all was enough to cause one of your eyes to twitch in perplexity.

"Gojo you must've lost your mind if you think I'm gonna accept that,” you scoffed at how insufferable he really was, but secretly loving every second of it. "Who in their right mind would spend ¥59 billion on one compliment?"

"Only people who can afford it, of course,” he smirks cynically, tossing his phone up into the air just for it to land right back onto his palm. “If you ask me, ¥59 billion is too small a price for a compliment directly out of that pretty mouth of yours.”

“You’re insufferable. For fucks sake, you should have a mental disorder named after you.”

“But you can't actually deny that I'm pretty charming, can you? You might not show a hint of affection, but I think it's pretty obvious that you like my insufferable attitude. Or are you gonna deny that you don't?"

He unlocked his phone, opening the banking app and going into the transfer section.

You didn’t hesitate to smack the phone out of his hand, causing it to fall down on the bed.

"Satoru, are you even listening to me!!??"

"Heh~ you're actually quite impressive when you finally get serious. You were really quick there with that tiny hand of yours.”

“This tiny hand of mine will be enclosing around your neck until you’re out of oxygen if you continue to act like an unsupervised child with access to money.”

His expression was thoughtful for a few seconds before he pointed at you, flashing his pearly whites.

"You know, you're actually pretty attractive when you get all aggressive like that. It really looks cute on you. I don't know if I can actually handle someone who's this much of a pain in the ass but still has a cute side to her."

He chortles, leaning back on the headboard before continuing, "See? That’s how you compliment someone, wasn’t that hard now was it? Now you do it.”

Your eyes narrow, two fingers rubbing at your temples as you contemplate the situation.

"You know what. Fine. If you want to recklessly spend your money like this, I'll give you what you want. No comment until I see that money in my bank account, though."

This reply made him burst out laughing, his grin becoming a bit bigger and he began to speak with a playful tone.

"Alright, if you say so. But just remember, it'll be too late to back out after I've already sent the money…”

[One new notification: direct deposit from Gojo Satoru received. New balance: ¥59,000,000,000.024.]

"..."

“Don’t you have anything to say?”

"...you have nice eyes?"

"..."

“I want a refund right this instant, y/n.”

#talk to me nice 𐙚🧸ྀི #ALSO FIRST TIME USING Y/N I FEEL SO WEIRD #help idk how to feel about the dialogue colors😭😭#for some reason I feel like it’s overwhelming?!#what do we think??#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru fluff #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satorugojo #satoru gojo

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what-even-is-thiss · 1 month

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So you put a tag under a reblog today saying you're a pacifist, and that a lot of people think it's an unnuanced position and it isn't. And I've been thinking about how pacifism fleshes out to a nuanced picture, but never had a chance to ask someone who actually describes as one.

So I now want to ask you, if I may, what exactly is the set of beliefs that form pacifism to you?

Because on one hand, "war is bad" and "we shouldn't do war if we can help it" are pretty mainstream takes, so I'd imagine pacifism would be more extreme than that. On the other hand, "don't fight or support wars ever, anywhere, ever, for any reason" is a pretty un-nuanced position in a world where, say, Russia exists.

So if pacifism is neither of those things, what is it exactly then

It's complicated, obviously. What pacifism means as a political position and a personal philosophy varies from person to person. Some people take it to the extreme and go vegan and live in the woods about it. Sometimes it's religiously motivated, sometimes it's not.

For me, pacifism in my personal life means avoiding violence unless absolutely necessary. No violence except for self defense or in the necessary defense of others, no joining the military or helping the military, and discouraging others from partaking in violence or violent institutions when possible.

At the same time though, violence is complicated. Practically, politically, I and likely every other pacifist on plant earth knows that stopping All War Right Now is an unattainable goal. And sometimes violence on a large scale can become a form of self defense. When people suffering from an attempted genocide retaliate with violence, especially if that's their only possible course of action, that's self defense.

What you want to aim for is the reduction of violence and death wherever possible. My ideal is that problems shouldn't be solved by violence. What policies can you support that reduces it? Can you protest your country being involved in war? Can you spread information discouraging people from joining the military?

Being pacifist doesn't mean being non-active or even passive. It means striving towards an ideal. A person in an elected position who holds to pacifist ideals will likely vote against expanding the military, officially declaring war, or expanding things like funding for police or military equipment no matter what and actively speak out against these things. Will this stop war from happening? No, not if only one person does it, but they are a voice in power against violence.

The goal, at least from my perspective, isn't to stop all violence right now. That's not possible. The goal is to eventually one day remove violence as a political tool and discourage it as a personal tool. Living that ideal out actively and spreading it around as much as you can is the most that one person can do most times. Do I think this will be achieved in my lifetime? No. I'm not naive, but that won't stop me from trying. That won't stop me from believing that the military as an institution has no place in a modern world and I will not let go of the belief that we should work towards a world where we don't need one.

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happilyhertale · 1 year

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Destiny is all - Osferth x female!reader, Part 6

Summary: You are Finan's sister. You live in a village in Scotland, near the border with Northumbria. You lead a quiet life until your brother decides to visit you with his boys and your life changes completely.

Pairing: Osferth x fem!reader

Author’s note: Hey you (:

Now I am finally sharing my little Osferth story with you. The events are a little different from the story in the series. (No, Osferth will not die either). I hope you will enjoy it! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2.9 k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 7

Other stories of mine

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The Danes around you jump up immediately. You almost slip off Ubba's lap when he jumps up, but he holds you by the arm and prevents you from falling. In the distance you see the boats shining brightly, flames leaping up. You have to suppress a smile.

Ubba has his arm around your waist and you look at him a little startled. Gently he puts his hand to your cheek, "You go to my tent, I'll be with you as soon as I can" You nod, but you don't think of going into his tent.

As the Danes push forward and approach the dancing flames of the fire, you instinctively move away from the crowd. The more you retreat, the greater the influx of Danes drawn to the shimmering waters. Chaos erupts and covers the vast expanse with its disorder. The dark sky becomes a canvas lit by flickering flames, casting an unsettling glow on your surroundings. Anxiously, you let your gaze wander over the scene, desperate for a glimmer of familiarity or a place of refuge where you can hide. Lost in the turmoil, you wander aimlessly, your footsteps steeped in aimlessness, desperately keeping an eye out for the boys or hoping that one of them will be able to spot you amidst the commotion.

Suddenly your arm is grabbed.

You are pulled around brutally, a Dane holds your arm. He wants to pull you with him. You look at him, startled.

He grins at you, "Ubba's woman... he won't mind if I hump you tonight..."

In a moment of quick determination, you refuse to pause and give him a resounding slap. His expression remains unimpressed, however, leaving you momentarily discouraged.

His grip on your arm tightens and elicits a faint whimper from your lips. Despite your valiant efforts to resist, his strength asserts itself and drives you inexorably forward. A wave of panic courses through your veins, and you realise how effortlessly he controls your movements and what danger lies ahead. Filled with panic, you desperately cling to a last glimmer of hope and let out a piercing scream.

The Dane seems startled by this and looks at you a little irritated. Then he hits you in the face with the flat of his hand. Your face flies to the side, your breath catches, your ears ring. You have closed your eyes. When you look at him again, he continues to drag you towards a tent. You are only remotely aware of everything, your body is numb.

He stops in front of the tent and looks at you. He grins at you and opens his mouth. But just as he is about to say something, he is pierced from behind with a sword. A sword goes through his chest and he spits blood at you. You cry out again and the Dane goes down. You look at the floor where the Dane is lying in his own blood, staring at you lifelessly. You tremble a little, but when you look up, you see Osferth standing there. He looks at you a little worried.

You jump into his arms, "Osferth!" you literally scream as you fall around his neck.

You breathe in deeply and at that very moment his scent wafts towards you. Immediately your body begins to relax, a sense of calm comes over you, despite the overwhelming feelings that threaten to engulf you. A smile plays around your lips, even though you are on the verge of tears.

With a firm grip, he encloses you tightly in his embrace, his face nestling gently in your strands of hair. Time seems to stand still as you linger in each other's arms, a fleeting moment that stretches into an eternity. It feels like you are floating in a heavenly realm, far removed from the trials of the mortal world. But Osferth interrupts the moment, abruptly snatches you away from it and brings you back to reality. He takes your hand and leads you on.

The chaos in the camp continues unabated, a horde of Danes leaping back and forth, their destination unclear amid the confusion. Thick clouds of smoke hang menacingly overhead, obscuring the surroundings.

Relentlessly, Osferth leads you on, and you cling to his arm with both hands for comfort and support. A soft cough escapes your lips as you try to take in the turbulent scene around you. And then suddenly someone grabs you and forcibly turns your body to meet his gaze.

"Alva!" Ubba says to you as he suddenly stands in front of you.

"I told you to go into my tent," he says to you. Danes are still running wild around you.

Before you can answer, he wants to caress your cheek. But then his gaze falls on Osferth. His gaze drops further down to the cross hanging around Osferth's neck.

"A Christian? What are you doing here?! You started the fire!" growls Ubba suddenly.

He walks furiously towards Osferth and grabs him by the neck. He lifts Osferth, his legs dangling in the air.

"I've always wanted to see a Christian hanging on a cross," says Ubba a little in anticipation.

A fleeting scream escapes your lips and pierces the air for a moment. Osferth's hand instinctively reaches for his knife as you try to grab Ubba's arm from behind. But reflexively he strikes back, and the sheer force of his blow hurls you through the air. Your frail body is too weak to withstand the impact and you are thrown backwards, causing a nearby tent to collapse beneath you. A painful groan escapes your lips as you lie on the ground.

You lift your heavy head with difficulty and see Osferth still floating in the air. Your gaze wanders to the side, where an axe lies idle beside a crackling fire. Without hesitation, you reach out your hand for the weapon. As you stand up, you falter at first, your movements uncertain. But with determination in your eyes, you make your way back to Ubba and Osferth.

Ubba, seemingly unimpressed by Osferth's weight, begins to walk away with Osferth, while Osferth desperately tries to free himself.

As you stand behind Ubba, you simply strike. You drive the axe into Ubba's back. Ubba cries out and lets go of Osferth. Osferth staggers backwards and holds his neck. He coughs and tries to catch his breath. His gaze is startled and meets yours. Ubba goes to the ground. He kneels and gasps. He turns his head in the direction from which the blow came. When he recognises you, he looks at you almost sadly.

"Alva...?" he whispers in disbelief until he just falls over in front. You look helplessly at Osferth, but he seems overwhelmed by the situation. You drop to your knees for a moment and hear Ubba coughing. You take the axe and put it in Ubba's hands. Then you take a step back. Your hands tremble. Again you look at Osferth and he steps towards you.

"We really should get out of here," he says to you, before grabbing your arm again. You just nod. You try to walk through the hustle and bustle. The smoke grows thicker and thicker, virtually enveloping the camp. Again someone grabs you from behind and you cry out. Osferht immediately turns around, but as you look down your body, you see Finan's large hand gripping your hip.

"Hey, it's me," Finan says to you. You look at him, startled.

"Come on, let's get ya out of here," Finan says to you. You just nod again.

On the way out of the camp, Uhtred joins you. Neither of you says anything, you just keep walking.

You make it into the forest and stop in the shelter of the trees. You are all breathing heavily. Finan wraps his arms around you and you just press your face against his chest.

"Are ya all right?" he asks you quietly.

You nod, "Nothing happened to me," you whisper. He smiles slightly and squeezes you a little tighter.

As footsteps echo through the air, your senses awaken to the presence of another. In perfect unison, your collective gaze settles on a silhouette shrouded in mystery. But as the figure draws closer, a wave of familiarity washes over you and you recognise Sihtric. Immediately, calm returns and the tension that had briefly reasserted itself falls away.

Then you realise what you have done. You look at Uhtred.

"Uhtred... I have killed Ubba," you say suddenly.

"Ya did what??" says Finan.

Uhtred's eyes widen.

"You killed one of the greatest warriors?" he asks incredulously.

"Was he asleep?" he asks further.

You shake your head, "He... He wanted to kill Osferth... had him by the collar... I had to do something," you say quietly.

Finan closes his arms further around you. Uhtred's eyes fall on Osferth, but his gaze is fixed on the ground. But as if sensing Uhtred's gaze, he simply nods slightly.

Uhtred looks at you again, "Well... I guess we have one less problem then," Uhtred finally says.

You bury your face in Finan's chest.

"Let's go back," Finan chimes in. No one needs to say anything, you start moving at the same time and head towards the village.

You are just happy to be out of the camp. But still, the guilty conscience gnaws at you a little that you simply drove the axe into Ubba's back... But you feel a little better when you think of the lives, especially Osferth's, he would have taken otherwise.

You enter the village where life goes on as if the turmoil of the past two days in a camp run by Danes had never happened. The burden of having defeated one of the most formidable warriors still weighs on you, but you hug yourself tightly for comfort and follow the boys as they lead you into the welcoming warmth of the inn.

You take a seat at a table and immerse yourself in the lively atmosphere that surrounds the pub. The air is filled with melodious tunes and the happy movements of dancing souls. As you look up, your gaze meets Sihtric's, standing in front of you with a frothy mug of ale. A slight smile curls your lips as you accept the offer, and resolutely you lift the mug to your lips and take a deep, satisfying sip.

At that moment you confide in Uhtred and tell him every detail that has transpired over these two days. You tell him about the painstaking efforts it took to gather the crucial information, about Ubba's plan to assemble a massive Danish force to attack Winchester, and about the certainty that a secret ally was waiting for them there.

Uhtred nods again and again and listens to you attentively. In the noise of the inn, there is silence at your table for a short time.

"I must tell Alfred," Uhtred finally says.

"But Ubba is dead, isn't he?" asks Osferth.

Uhtred looks at him, "But the Danes are still gathered," he says to him. Osferth nods slowly.

"We will leave as soon as possible," Uhtred announces.

You drink from your ale while the boys talk about the quickest way to get to Winchester. You notice Osferth quietly get up and walk over to the counter. You put your mug down and walk behind him. You stop behind him and notice that he is tense.

"Os... I..." you begin, and Osferth turns slightly to face you.

"I... nothing…," but he interrupts you and shakes his head slightly, "No... I don't even want to hear what you had to do...", he smiles at you a little sadly.

You nod subtly at him and try to smile. As you stand silently facing each other, eyes averted, a hint of amusement flits across Uhtred's lips as he watches you at the counter.

Finally, Osferth lets out a soft sigh and tenderly runs his fingers over yours. He tilts his head slightly towards your table and together you make your way back to the boys.

The time at the inn passes quickly, and tiredness overcomes you all. You quickly retire to your room where you will spend the night. As you have spent the last two days in the Danish camp, the limited accommodation only offers four beds. Surprisingly, there are no complaints as you settle down next to Osferth. Amidst the growing symphony of snoring, you and Osferth lie facing each other. His touch gently caresses your face.

"I was so worried about you... I didn't really sleep..." he whispers. You just kiss him. For too long you have had to do without his soft lips. Long and passionate, your lips move around each other. At some point you interrupt your kiss. You smile at each other.

"Os... I...", you begin, but Osferth wants to interrupt you. But before he can say anything, you simply put your hand over his mouth.

"I haven't slept with Ubba," you finally say.

You feel him smile slightly against your palm. You slowly take your hand away from his mouth and see him nod gently. You kiss again and he closes his arms tightly around you.

The soft, comforting warmth emanating from his body soothes your soul. There has been no such comfort for the past two days, but as you rest in Osferth's arms, you are overcome by a wonderful feeling. Gradually you surrender to slumber, guided by the peace, and fall asleep.

You spend the next morning at the inn. You have breakfast together. You want to spend the day in this village before you ride on to Winchester. The day passes without any major events, except that Osferth seems to be somehow tense. But you don't want to worry about that. Finan distracts you too much for that. He is by your side all the time. Again and again he asks you if everything is really all right, if you need anything. You deny everything and have to giggle again and again.

"Finan, I'm really fine," you finally say and gently kiss his cheek. He hugs you and has to smile.

"I'm just glad you're back," he murmurs into your hair.

In the evening you are all together in the inn. Like most of the people in the village. Laughter and conversation fill the room again. You drink a lot and your mood is boisterous. You laugh a lot and after a while you realise that you are quite drunk.

But that doesn't stop Finan and Sihtric from getting more ale. They walk through the crowd of people and over to the bar. You stand with Osferth and Uhtred and drink the rest of your ale. Suddenly two ladies enter the inn. Uhtred sees the ladies and has to grin slightly. He leans a little towards Osferth, "Osferth... I know those ladies... This is your chance," he whispers to him.

Osferth's gaze wanders upwards in irritation, but quickly turns to slight shock as he catches sight of the ladies. His eyes widen and his cheeks blush slightly as he thinks about what he has experienced with the ladies. He takes a sip of his ale and casts a nervous glance in Uhtred's direction to steady himself. After an encouraging nod from Uhtred, Osferth realises that it is now or never - he must uncover y/n's true feelings towards him.

With a deliberate step, he moves away from you and no longer stands between you and Uhtred. Like a hypnotic magnet, he attracts the ladies' attention. A radiant smile adorns their faces as they gracefully walk towards Osferth.

"Osferth!" they say almost simultaneously and fall around his neck. Your eyes immediately fall on the ladies hanging around his neck. You look irritated at Uhtred, but he just shrugs his shoulders innocently. You hear the ladies giggling and look back at Osferth. But he only grins slightly. You cannot believe your eyes.

"Osferth?" you ask hesitantly. But he is not really paying attention to you, he is distracted by the two hands stroking his chest. Now Uhtred looks a little irritated too, his plan seems to be going wrong.

You repeat yourself, "Osferth?" you say in a firmer voice, but he still doesn't listen to you.

You are getting angry.

"Very well," you finally say. You turn around and want to leave. You look at Uhtred, who is looking at Osferth in irritation, because he doesn't seem to notice how angry you are getting.

Then you get an idea.

You take a step towards Uhtred, "May I?" you ask him and smile.

He looks even more irritated and then you kiss him. You let your hands slide down his neck and pull him a little towards you. Uhtred hesitates at first, but then finally gives in. Maybe because he is getting weak or has already had too much ale, but you don't care. His hands wrap around your waist. Your lips move against each other. And then Osferth looks up and takes in the scene. He is shocked and at first just looks. When he regains consciousness, he only stammers, "What...? what?!"

But neither of you react. Osferth tears himself away from the ladies, who look at him in irritation.

As laughter suddenly approaches and suddenly Sihtric and Finan are standing with you again with new ale in their hands. As Finan looks around, his laughter disappears. He sees Uhtred's hands wrapped around you and you kiss. Behind you, an angry Osferth.

"Uhtred!!! Keep your hands off my sister!!!" roars Finan.

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remcycl333 · 2 years

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instant manifestation 🍄

something i have noticed lately is that there has become an obsession in this community with instant manifestation. people send me asks all day long that say "i want to manifest xyz and i want to manifest it NOW. i don't want to wait i want it today or not at all."

is instant manifestation possible? of course it is!! we've all seen the success stories where people have received instant results. i've manifested instantly as well. it's 100% possible, but i still feel like the community has become a little too obsessed with manifesting instantly.

you found the law of assumption and found out that you could manifest literally anything you want. endless money, the love of your life, a gigantic mansion for free, your desired face. and you say "okay. but only if i can get it in one day or less." ???????

you have the power to get anything you want, with no limitations, just by thinking thoughts. sure, you might have to think these thoughts consistently for a few days, maybe even weeks or months. but then you will literally have your desire for as long as you want it--for the rest of your life if that's what you want!!! but you're not willing for it to take any longer than one day???

yes, it's possible to manifest your entire dream life in one day. each and every one of you are capable of doing so. but to give up on your desire and/or your dream life because you are not willing to put in time and effort to cultivate what you want??

i understand that some of you are manifesting things that have a deadline. this does not apply to you. but a lot of you need to stop setting arbitrary deadlines for your desires. for example, "i need to manifest my SP by christmas." or what? what's gonna happen if you don't manifest them by christmas? are you no longer going to want to be with them? are you not gonna want your desire anymore?

9/10 times all setting a deadline does is add unnecessary stress to your manifestation. "omg its x amount of days until my deadline and i still don't have it oh no i need to affirm more i must be doing something wrong" etc. or, the deadline will come and go and you will continue manifesting your desire, but now your confidence is shaken and you feel discouraged. you set another deadline and the process repeats itself over and over again until you’ve created the limiting beliefs that you just can’t manifest, that you’re bad at manifesting, that manifesting is impossible for you. sound familiar?

stop making arbitrary deadlines for your manifestation because at the end of the day if it comes and goes and you still don't have your desire you are still going to want it.

let me give you a little anecdote:

in 2020 i wanted to manifest a text from an sp. i had already been trying for a while, but i had discovered the law of attraction first and wasted a lot of time on that. when i discovered the law of assumption, i was growing impatient and wanted to manifest a text instantly. i had already been waiting for so long. i would check my phone constantly and see i didn’t have a text from my sp and get so upset. id re-affirm the fact that he still hadn't texted me. i started setting deadlines. i decided i’d manifest a text from him overnight, then by the end of the week, then by summer, then by my birthday. my deadlines would come and go and i would “fail” .... but i still wanted to talk to my sp. i still wanted him. so i’d keep going, now with the belief that manifesting a text from him was fucking impossible and that i’d never get what i wanted. it wasn't until months of this cycle passed that i finally put my foot down and said you know that? fuck time. i don't give a fuck how long it takes, i am going to give this my all until it manifests. i don't care if it takes months, i will not waver. i will not throw a fit because it's been x amount of days and it still hasn't manifested. i know that no matter how much time goes by i will still want my sp. so i won't stop until i get him. i think it took me about three weeks of keeping my mental diet in check and not reacting to my 3D, but i got my manifestation. and those three weeks were worth it.

you have two options: 1) stop giving a fuck about time, how long you've been persisting and how much longer you may have to go, and just give it your all and get what you want, or 2) complain every day about how long it's taking because you are hellbent on manifesting instantly and hate your current circumstances, and have to stay exactly where you are with no progress because you won't just put in the work.

which choice are you going to make?

#law of assumption #manifesting #manifestation

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1shirt2shirtredshirtdeadshirt · 1 year

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I woke up this morning and saw I had a message in my inbox on AO3, presumably about by new fic, and was excited to see the feedback.

When I read what they wrote it was a small comment that said "stop using sudowrite".

Had no idea what that even means, so I had to look it up and found out it's some form of a writing AI.

Absolutely fuming.

I want to make something abundantly clear right now:

I have not been hand writing and editing all of my own stories, hundreds of pages worth of personally hand written or hand typed content for the past 16 years, only to get accused of using any form of lazy ass writing AI now.

This is what I love to do. For fun.

I put in a lot of unpaid time, creativity and energy into my writing and editing. The only thing I ask for in return is participation from the fandoms I love, be it via thoughtful feedback or valid criticisms.

But this is neither of those things. This is just an outright, baseless lie against the art that I have worked so hard to make myself, and I won't be undermined or discredited.

There's anger, and then there's whatever space I am occupying well past it right now.

It's infuriating to pour hours of my love, thought and creativity into original content only to have someone come out of nowhere and try to tell me I've been having an AI do it, especially 16 years deep.

Bitch please.

I also found out that app came out in 2020 . . . As I mentioned, I published my first K/S story in 2008 as Ruby JW on the K/S archives, and my first fanfic on fanfic.net was published in 2007 as luigi_is_stellar.

I invite anyone to peruse my decades-long collection of independent content that I have single-handedly accomplished well before such an app even existed, then come back to me and try to tell me that what I do here isn't authentic.

I don't usually get spicy, but when it comes to the art I spend hours writing and drawing independently with my own blood sweat and tears, yeah. I'm going to get spicy.

I do far too much unpaid work out of passion and love for this fandom to have such a serious accusation flung my way out of nowhere.

It's the first time in my 16 years of writing for this fandom that I've ever been accused of plagiarism, and you best trust and believe that I don't take that accusation lightly. I work too damn hard to let someone discredit the work I do personally in such a baseless manner.

Anyway, that was discouraging AF. I am boggled to learn that AI writing is even a thing, no less someone coming out of the woodwork to try to accuse me of using it 16 years into story publishing when I literally teach academic honesty and writing ethics in my line of paid work as an English professional.

Genuinely: Do you know who you're talking to?

A bit of background on me:

I come from a not-so-wealthy family who could not afford to pay to put me through school -- I paid for that all on my own. I had to earn my University English degree, one of four University degrees I hold on my own work and pay alone, without so much as a tutoring session or handout from home.

Not once would I have jeopardized everything I worked so hard and paid for out of my own pocket as a poor ass uni student working two jobs and doing night classes just to phone it in plagiarizing, not on one ounce of my work.

That was all me.

I've handwritten 3 MLA essays in under three hour exams BACK TO BACK, immediately followed by back-to-back Biology exams & a final lab where I ALSO had to write multiple essays and switch from MLA to APA mode within the span of 6 hours.

Those were all bound in handwritten yellow booklets well before we ever had Google Docs, Grammarly, formatting suggestions, or even regularly brought/had access to laptops in UNI. I did my work by hand.

I earned my degrees in English and Biology AT THE SAME TIME before I even turned 24. I earned a double major handwriting my own work papers like my life depended on it, and you actually think I'm about to phone it in now?

Step to me like that again, young blood. I ain't the one.😂

Anyway, I digress.

Ya girl ain't here to fight BC y'all know I tend to be very easygoing, full of humour, and I love to joke around in the fandom. I'm pretty wide open to opposing opinions or even criticisms. But this is unfounded slander, and I won't be taking that on the chin.

When it comes to my work, I take that very seriously, and I don't play around. My late father once told me that "The work you do and the degrees you earn are yours and yours alone, they can never take that education from you." I live by that sentiment, and have done so by putting forth honest work.

Be it paid or unpaid work, it's my work. Periodt.

It is an unfathomably disheartening and insulting message to receive as someone who writes all their own stuff themselves, draws all their own fanart themselves, does their own photo edits themselves, edits their writing themselves, and has never even used so much as a single outside beta reader/editor for my work. Not once. The art, the writing, the editing -- It's all me.

Bottom line:

Say you do or don't like my work, that's cash money and we good, whether it's your cup of tea or not.

Butt know that it is my work.

I will not put all of this free time, effort and love into my work only to be accused of lazily ripping the content that I have spent hours writing and personally editing from somewhere else.

And on that note, consider my PSA rant ended.

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mikkeneko · 8 days

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Been putting some serious thought into what I want to do with (say hello to my) thirty million little friends (aka The Untamed IN SPAAAACE! au.)

It's becoming increasingly apparent to me that I am not ever going to be able to finish the entire arc I had planned -- even if I could finish the current story, which is a big If given the fact that it's now been multiple years since I was able to progress on it -- this is only part two of four that would cover the entire rest of the story. I gotta be real with you, I don't have this in me, and just thinking about climbing that mountain is overwhelming enough that it's discouraging me from touching the project again.

So, I could just get to the end of the current story, right? Except that the end of the current story was intended to be a downer/cliffhanger ending that sets up a Big Problem which would only be resolved (kinda?) in Part 3, which as I said, probably won't ever get written, and even it did, that one also has a downer ending which would only be resolved by Part 4.

This is exhausting to think about, and I also feel like it would be a disservice to my loyal readers to lead them to an unhappy ending and just leave them there.

So my options are:

Stop writing right now, declare the series abandoned, and do nothing more with it.

Stop writing right now, declare the series abandoned, but add a bonus chapter with an outline of how the rest of the series was going to go.

Continue the current story to the next good non-cliffhanger stopping point (the secret to a happy ending is knowing where to stop, right?) and end it there.

Continue the current story to the next good non-cliffhanger stopping point, but including a bonus chapter with an outline of how the rest of the series was going to go.

Do none of these! Finish the damn story and write the next two books or perish!

What do you think, chat? (Don't call your readers "chat.")

#mikke fics #mikke admits defeat #mikke is not going to be able to complete this project

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soov-archived · 10 months

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𝟱 M𝗢R𝗘 M𝗶N𝗨T𝗘S ── mjh.

✶ : 0.4k, myung jaehyun & gn!reader, fluff, established relationship. ⚠ : pet names (babe), lowercase intended, not proofread. ੭ : i Love my bee eff 😊 first work for bonedo woo!

jaehyun groaned, tossed, and turned in his bed, all while holding you strongly against his chest. the balmy rays of sunlight peeked inside through the gaps of the curtain, announcing the morning's rise.

“jae?” you called out softly, voice muffled by your boyfriend's pillow and the ear-piercing sound of his alarm. “we need to get up.”

the boy's hands tightened across your stomach, letting out a petty whine in his half-awake state. he nuzzled his soft cheek on your back whilst doing his best to mutter a coherent retort.

you had no idea how you managed to end up in the current mess of tangled limbs throughout the course of the night. all you remembered was jaehyun laying all of his weight on top of you, forcefully squeezing the air out of your lungs before you fell dead asleep.

nevertheless, you didn't mind it — obviously just when you were deep into dreamland, your form stiff like a rock and perfect for the raven-haired boy to unconsciously move around. though as you woke, the only thing you wished for was him to wake up and get off you.

“five more minutes…” he mumbled. “please, babe…”

five more minutes. you heard the sentence more than you ever heard him saying your name. maybe that was your sign to legally change it to ‘five more minutes’.

“you say that every time, jaehyun.” a huff left your lips as you turned around in his arms, pushing him away by the chest. “and you always mean half an hour. now get up, i know your schedule is packed today.”

myung opened one of his eyes curiously. “sometimes i mean ten minutes,” he stated with a sheepish smile. “and can you show me this ‘packed schedule’, then? i'll get up if you do. it's in my phone’s agenda.”

tilting your head, you reached a hand out to the bed stand, but the device wasn't there. the loud noises of his alarm, however, kept blaring in the room.

your finger poked his cheek lightly. “let me go get it.” you frowned and tried to wriggle away from his grasp.

“go on. i'm not stopping you.” jaehyun's grin widened as if he wasn't doing anything at all, his hands firm on your hips.

the constant beeping sounds ended and went into snooze mode, and after a while, you gave up on trying to get his phone. “if you show up late it won't be my fault.” you sighed in defeat.

he giggled, pulling you closer and making you bury your face in his neck in the process. “i won't show up late, babe.” the teen assured with a deep — and very discouraging — yawn. “it's just five more minutes.”

#𔒌 ─ cupid’s arrow.#k-labels #myung jaehyun x reader #myung jaehyun #myung jae hyun #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor drabbles #boynextdoor headcannons #boynextdoor scenarios #boynextdoor jaehyun #boynextdoor

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enluv · 2 years

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The Set Up

— jake sim x fem!reader

wc: 3.2k+! (rip my fellow mobile users...and myself this is the most I've ever written??)

warning(s): angst, fluff, slow burn, college!au, diabolical genius big brained jay

SPOTTED: a rare sighting of coco actually posting?! [REAL!]

Being in love with Park Jongseong was never in your plan. You hadn't meant to fall for him, but it happened and it happened fast. His charming smile and delicate demeanor had you swooning and just like that you'd fallen under his trance. There was just one problem. Park Jongseong was not in love with you, yet.

Jake's plan consisted of five very big and important parts. Oh yeah, another thing you hadn't counted on happening was Jake, Jay's best friend, to find out about your budding crush. He'd really stumbled on it by accident, catching you in the act of leaving his friend a letter confessing your love to him. Jake had then ridiculed you by saying, "If you want to catch his attention you can't do what every other girl does. You need to stand out," of course it discouraged you a bit but he quickly brought back up your spirits. "Luckily I'm here! Don't worry, I'll help you get him, but you have to follow my steps or it won't work, okay?" and when you'd nodded his smile grew tenfold.

STEP #1 – CATCH HIS EYE !

"Jake I really doubt he'll notice me from all the way over here," you stated, whining as the boy next to you focused on the game happening in front of him.

"Y/N he won't notice you from here but, he will notice me and once he takes a glance at you next to me, he'll be very curious." Smart plan but you’d never admit it to him.

"Well I guess that makes sense..." you mumbled turning your attention back to the game, Jay had just scored for your school's team.

Jake was right, after the game had came to an end Jay sought out his best friend, and immediately he'd stared you down as he stalked over to you two.

"Hey man, congrats on winning the game. I mean Sunghoon still looked way cooler than you but I guess you did okay," said Jake jokingly.

"Mhm yeah thanks, where did you sit? Didn't see you in the dugout."

"Oh! I sat with Y/N, we watched the game from over there. Oh yeah, Y/N! Come say hi, why are you so far from us?"

He beckoned you over with one hand, the other was placed on Jay's shoulder as he excitedly shouted your name. Taking slow paced steps towards the boys, you bowed and whispered a quick hello to them. Jake's eyes lingered on you for a bit longer than usual. This was the first time he noticed it.

STEP #2 – FLIRT WITH HIM IDIOT !

Jake claimed that after the night of Jay's baseball game, the one you'd attended, he wouldn't stop smiling and asking questions about you.

Now your mission was to flirt with him, not too hard but a few flirty comments here and there would easily help you move things along.

However, flirting with Jay proved to be a lot harder than you'd originally thought. Not only was he constantly surrounded by girls fawning over him, he was also never alone, often he could be found hanging around the other boys on his baseball team (Jake being one of them but he'd taken the semester off to focus on his studies, per his parents request). You'd hoped your professor would take a hint and pair you with Jay but with no luck he'd paired you with Jake.

Jake made your classes bearable and even a lot easier, he was naturally smart with a fun personality so classes were never a bore.

Jay watched the scene in front of him and nodded, finally understanding the situation.

STEP #3 – HANG WITH HIM ALONE ?

You'd become discouraged after step two didn't work out but Jake reassured you that you could easily redeem yourself and get the plan back on track. He had a plan, a plan that was so detailed, it couldn't be messed up. Or so he thought.

It started as any other weekend, you'd woken up to Jake pounding on your door, yelling that today was the day and to be excited. He stormed in the minute your opened the door and walked right up to your closet, quickly picking out an outfit and throwing it towards you.

"Jake will you please tell me why you just waltzed into my dorm room and rummaged my closet?"

"Yes but first get dressed, we’re on a tight schedule Y/N! Chop! Chop!" He shouted pushing you towards the bathroom to change.

"I have to admit, you have good style Jakey. Now can you tell me where you're dragging me off to?”

"Why yes I can Y/N. You see this is all part of my master plan, we are going to hang out at the mall. I invited Jay and when he gets there I'll pretend I got a call and say I need to go, inevitably leaving you two alone on a date!"

"Wait you're leaving me alone? With him?" you asked eyes wide with worry.

"Yes Y/N, a date doesn't consist of three people."He replied eyes rolling for his usual dramatic effect.

"Well not with that attitude it doesn't, and what if he knows what you're trying to do?"

"He won't. Now sit down, I told him to meet us at the food court."

Thirty full minutes had pasted and Jay was nowhere to be seen. Jake had called him three times already but to no avail he got sent straight to voice-mail.

"Maybe his phone die-" your tone was cut short as Jake's phone rang loudly, the caller ID depicting Jay's name. As Jake picked up he nodded following whatever was being said on the other line before sighing and hanging up.

"He can't make it, something about coach calling an emergency meeting for the team. So guess it'll just be us today."

"Wanna go to look at the fish down below?" you asked hoping to raise his spirits, and when a smile crawled back onto his face, you knew it'd worked.

Had you looked around just once you'd see that Jay sat a few tables away from you both, smiling as he got up to leave the mall, his plan was going smoothly.

STEP #4 – MINGLE WITH HIS FRIENDS !

Jake's plan hadn't succeeded since the first step and you'd started to get anxious, but more than anything, the silly crush you'd had on Jay was now faltering. With more unsuccessful attempts at getting his attention and even flirting with Jay the feelings you'd once claimed were love, had went and gone, but new ones had formed and it was slowly becoming more evident that it would be harder to accept them.

Jake could probably relate if he'd actually spoken to you recently, but the boy had been avoiding you ever since your accidental day alone at the mall. To recount, the day was spent laughing and smiling, no thoughts of Jay or Jake's silly plan to get you and his best friend together had crossed either of your minds. At the end of the night he walked you back to your dorm and securely held your hand the whole way. Neither of you cared really, just enjoying the time spent together.

Jake is walking towards the main buildings front office when he sees Jay pulling you along, laughing as you shout at him. His heart sinks and he realizes that maybe his silly little plan had actually worked and in turn Jay now had his eye on you.

Later that day both yourself and Jay walked into the cafe that held his other friends, some of whom you'd met before and a few you had not. With Park Sunghoon and Lee Heeseung being the only people you knew, you'd naturally drifted towards them, talking about god knows what until everyone showed up. Sunoo and Jungwon walked in first, having just gotten out of classes that both ran later than usual. Next to arrive was Riki, a high school senior who just so happened to smile his way into the college group of friends, and finally was Jake, but he wasn't alone. A hand was clutched in his, he'd introduced her as Lili. They had history of trees or something together, not that you cared much. He gushed about how smart she was as she hit his arm playfully begging for him to stop. You'd brought the cup of peach tea up to your lips to cover your scowl.

Jay watched from across the room with an amused smile. "Does he know that she's in love with him?" asked Heeseung quietly, he too watched as you'd rolled your eyes for the fifth time today.

"No I don't think so," he paused looking for the right words, "Jake was convinced she had a thing for me but it's pretty obvious to anyone who she likes."

"Jake's clueless, he'd miss a robbery even if it happen right in front of him," spoke Sunghoon.

"Maybe you should help him Jay," whispered an equally amused Heeseung before walking back to the group with his drink, Sunghoon following soon after.

STEP #5 – GET THE GUY !

It'd been two weeks (not including the week you tried but failed to get his attention) since Jake had last spoken to you. Funny how things work out, one minute you're enjoying a nice and "accidental" date and the next he had Lili hung around him twenty-four seven. Jay had reassured you multiple times that the two were not an item but it was hard to believe with the constant posts about one another that haunted your Instagram feed. Speaking of Jay, you'd made it clear to him that you didn't usher any school girl feelings for him anymore, but he knew that and when he finally got you to fess up about Jake's plan he laughed. As much as you denied liking Jake he could see right through you which lead to where you were now, stuck in your dorm with Jay babbling about how he now has a plan to get you and Jake together, funny how the two boys thought so alike.

The idea of a brand new plan did not sit right with you and you'd quickly shut it down. Jake had a “girlfriend” and you'd have to accept that.

"You're so boring Y/N, he is so in love with you. I saw it from the very first day that I laid eyes on you." Jay could honestly recount all the times he'd noticed Jake's lingering gaze on you, or the subtle touches he left, even the way he spoke to you was a sign of his true feelings.

"Jay he is not in love with me please shut up."

"Stop being stubborn and listen to me for a moment, okay?" He asked staring straight into your eyes. A satisfied hum left his lips when your mouth squeezed shut as he began.

"That day he introduced us, he didn't once look up from you. His eyes stayed on you as if you were the only person on that field. I don't know how to describe it but he just looked so smitten, I don't even think he knew it at the time."

"Jay that proves nothing, so what if he looked at me."

"Let me finish woman! I tested the theory out myself that night. I kept asking questions about you, and not for me, but for him. Y/N he knows how you like your eggs in the morning," he paused looking towards you.

"I don't like eggs."

"EXACTLY! Why the fuck does he know that? Every time I asked a question about you, he was able to answer. He literally knew so much, it was kind of concerning. Aside from that, he doesn't shut up about you, like ever. It's always Y/N this and Y/N that. No offense but I don't care if you hate milk and prefer dry cereal."

A million thoughts ran through your mind as Jay continued, "Does he really?" and "So why did he continue with the set up?" were the two most popular.

"Y/N, what happened on the day I canceled? What happened after the two of you went down to see the fish?"

Shock filled you, he was there, he had set you up.

"We spent the day together, then after he held my hand, and walked me home."

"SEE HE DOES LIKE YOU IDIOT! WHY WOULDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT HAPPENED? I'VE BEEN MAKING A FOOL OF MYSELF TRYING TO CONVINCE YOU," he shouted jumping up from the floor and pointing an accusing finger at you.

"He was just being nice Jay, it's common courtesy to walk someone home when it's late at night."

"No he was not and I'll prove it to you! Watch." Jay pulled his phone from his back pocket quickly dialing Jake's numbers. After three rings he picked up, muttering a small hello to Jay.

"Jake I'm gonna do it, but I need your help." Confusion spread across your face as he spoke in hushed whispers.

"Yes this Friday," his voice grew louder as he faced you, "yes Jake, this Friday, as in tommorrow, I'm going to ask Y/N to be my girlfriend."

Silence filled Jake's side of the line, he stood frozen. He was too late.

As Jay hung up his smile grew sheepish. "Jay what the hell do you mean you're going to ask me to be your girlfriend. I thought we established that I like Jake, as in your best friend.”

“3...2...1!”

Your phones text tone sounded just as Jay concluded his countdown and a single message popped into your notifications:

Jake: Can we meet at the mall? Have to talk to you about something before tomorrow. Please?

Jay’s face held a smirk that screamed, “I told you so.”

STEP #6 – WELL, KISS HIM !

Jake Sim is great at many things, he's a star athlete, top of his class, an amazing barista on the weekend, and so much more but what he isn’t so great at is expressing how he truly feels when under pressure, and that's exactly why he's had you sitting in front of him for about an hour now just babbling about plain nonsense that even he's annoyed with.

“Jake, is there a reason you asked me to meet you after avoiding me for weeks or can I go? Jay and I have plans.”

His faces falls momentarily but he's quick to mask the hurt, “Are you guys a thing now?”

He knows asking this question can only hurt him, Jay was pretty clear on the phone about where you two stood or where you will stand tomorrow. Even he himself isn’t too sure why he's called you here on a random thursday night but hearing what Jay planned to do had sent him spiraling.

“Why does it matter to you? Wasn't getting us together your whole idea in the first place?” You'd never meant to sound so harsh but having been ignored by him for weeks on end only to see how easy it was for him to contact you felt upsetting, betraying even in a way.

“What if that's not what I want anymore.” The sentence comes out confidently and loud enough for not only you to hear but Jay included, who was hidden away not too far from you both after insisting he come with.

Jake isn't sure how it happens but the next moment he remembers is feeling your lips crash onto his, the feeling warm and almost familiar and as you two pull part you whisper the words, “That's all I wanted to hear idiot.”

EPILOGUE: THE SET UP !

“Dude are you ready to go? If we miss the last game because you're too busy making out with Y/N, I’ll actually kill you both,” shouted an annoyed Jay through his roommates closed door.

A soft giggled escaped your lips as you fixed his uniform, “We should get going before he comes in here and beats you up, it’d be pretty sad to have a black eye for your last game of the season babe.”

In the end both Jay and Jake revealed their not so subtle plans to one another, both laughing at just how far they'd go to help the other find happiness.

Although Jake’s plan hadn't reached its initial ending he was happy with its results nonetheless. Jake often secretly thanked Jay for forgetting his baseball glove back then in his locker so many months ago, though at the time he had cursed at him in his head a few times, if Jay hadn’t been so forgetful he would have never caught you leaving a love letter to his best friend which is what initially started your plan together, and that plan had just so happen to start the beginning of his long happy life, with you by his side forever.

coco’s ♡ note: Hello my lovely toots! I have truthfully had this in my drafts for over a year now and could never seem to complete it but here it is, all done and happily finished! I hope you can enjoy it as much as I do, it took me forever but I’m glad I am now able to share this piece with you! Take it as my small way of coming back to writing :) Feedback is greatly appreciated since this is my first piece in a while and I want to know your thoughts on it if that's possible!

#enhypen #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen angst #enhypen jake #enhypen jake x reader #enhypen jake imagines #enhypen jake sim #enhypen jake sim #jake sim x reader #jake sim scenarios #jake sim imagines #sim jake angst #jake angst #jake sim

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