#like jeez the angry anons I was getting from their fans
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Keeping the Skies Clear
One shot of Ragatha and Jax! @estro-gem Thank you for finally pushing me over the edge with your amazing fics! to finally start writing for my current hyperfixation. (I was the fan anon this is just my side blog)
Anyway, this about year before the pilot. Zooble's the new kid in town and pushes a dumb bunny just trying to do his "job" keeping a close eye over a devastated Ragatha at another lost friend. I would say poke the bear and find out but Zooble's tough as nails, they can handle anything thrown at them.
Ragatha was the nicest and most stable of them. When Zooble first came, Ragatha was the one to calm her down, as she often did for everyone who allowed it. And, despite how many times it happened, she was always so sad when another one of them abstracted. She was here the longest next to Kinger, yet she was still the most sane one here.
Zooble would like to be in the same mood that Ragatha was always in, but they also knew that behind closed doors she was one of them who was struggling the most. She cared too much about other people before herself. She found this out after Zooble saw their first abstraction. They couldn’t sleep that night, so they wandered the circus until they finally decided to head back to their room in the middle of the night, thinking everyone was asleep by now.
Only when they crossed by Ragatha’s room and heard muffled, sorrowful sobs dulled by a pillow did they figure out the truth. Zooble was never the first person to comfort someone; in fact, they hated being a shoulder to lean on, considering Ragatha had been by their side since they first got there. They felt a kind of guilt for not returning the favor.
As they were about to knock on the door, a gloved hand caught theirs. They nearly jumped in shock, only to realize it was Jax, and the shock was replaced with a glare. “What the-” They said before he gave a hushed “Shut it!” He pointed to the door with his thumb, obviously telling them to be quiet, or Ragatha would hear.
Zooble once again looked at him in shock before he grabbed them by the elbow away from the door a little before Zooble yanked away. “What the @#!$ Jax?” Zooble said, annoyed, but still made sure to keep their voice to a lower volume. His smile seemed to widen at their annoyance.
Even after two months, they still didn’t really care to get to know anyone beyond surface-level things, except Ragatha, who did her best to keep the unwilling newcomer company. Jax was only what they saw on the outside. A mythic A-hole.
So without beating around the bush, they cut to the chase and asked, “Why do you even care?”
His face drops for a nanosecond before he switches back to his regular yellow grin, looking bored at where his finger nails would be. “I actually don’t, for your information.”
Zooble scoffed, rolling their eyes. "It doesn't seem like it. You’re the one stalking her door in the middle of the night to stop anyone from seeing if she’s okay, Jeez. I knew you were a sadist prick picking on the only person who no doubt deserves to be here all the time, but I didn’t think you actually hated her.”
A loud thump on the floor snapped their vision back to the rabbit man. His slightly tinted purple face suddenly filled with a darker purple angry flush, and the rabbit ears that shot up past his hair pulled back. His smile finally turned downward as they glowered over Zooble. “You’ve been here, what? A month, and you think you know me? Get real, @#$%@.” He pointed a gloved hand in their faces.
Despite the slight surprise of seeing him for the first time, seeing him actually pissed off Zooble’s face remained in a glare that matched his slapping his hand out of their face. “You have all of two seconds to get out of my face, or you’ll wish you were the one to go today. Maybe everyone else puts up with your #&^$ but not me %#&*!^.”
He scoffs and backs off, making his face go back into a neutral expression. “*@ off, the only reason I’m not making your life more of a hell than this place is so you don’t wake up. Raggedy dumb@$%.”
Wake up? Zooble only just noticed the sobbing had stopped, replaced with an oddly louder snore. “She’s been crying for like two hours; she thought she’d never stop.” He said it once again, looking bored, but as he listened to her snore a bit more, they could see he was visibly almost completely back to his normal relaxed and annoying nature.
“Why?” They asked.
They knew Jax didn’t need a clarifier but asked, playing dumb anyway. “Why what, Crabby?”
Zooble once again cut straight through his bullshit, “Why do you care? Really.”
He scoffed and placed his hands in his dumb, cartoonish overall pockets. “I told you I don’t.” He looked at Zooble's deadpan face and knew they wouldn’t drop it until they got an answer. He almost told her to buzz off again before they threatened to ask the whole circus if he wasn’t going to give them an answer. “Freaking nark”.
“Fine.” He rolled his eyes until they went almost to the back of his head. “If I tell you, you can’t say jack. If Rags finds out, this will all be for nothing, got it?” Zooble stayed silent but nodded.
“When she gets this way, if anyone says a word to her, she’ll get even more depressed for, like, a week.”
“Why?”
“Some dumb need to never ‘upset’ anyone. The one thing she hates more than anything is thinking she hurt someone. Which is dumb as hell. I get she has this bleeding heart or whatever, but the woman needs to seriously bite the bullet and be an @#$hole one of these days.”
He continued after a moment of silence, “When she’s all depressed, everything and everyone feels like shit. I hate to admit it, but she kind of makes this place bearable for everyone. like the sun through the clouds or whatever that dumb poet said. Anyway, this place gets dark as shit at that point. And doing funny things to people when they have a reaction of a brick wall is boring as hell. Messing with people is the only thing that keeps me from going insane in this place. That’s why.”
Zooble stays quiet for a moment, like they're processing everything he said before they nod, brushing their pink hair out of their face. “Makes sense. Kinda.”
He rolls his eyes again, not caring whether they approve of his reasons or not. Until they broke the silence again, “Like the sun through the clouds, huh?”
His head snaps to theirs, and they let out an amused exhale through their nose before speaking again before he can retort. “Don’t worry, Romeo; the secret's safe with me.” They laughed as they walked away.
He actually almost strangled them at that moment, but was interrupted by a particularly loud, pig-like snort/snore from across the hall, and he rolled his eyes, smirking a bit. Before catching himself and pitching the bridge between his nose trying to stop the oncoming headache. Whatever she’s asleep, she’ll be back to her cheery facade in the morning. He’d done his personal job of keeping the sanity in this place level.
His personal job of keeping the sun out of the clouds.
#jax tadc#the amazing digital circus jax#tadc ragatha#the amazing digital circus ragatha#tadc#tadc zooble#the amazing digital circus#jax x ragatha#ragatha x jax#jagatha#bunnydoll#mia writes
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hi i love your posts and as a gojohime shipper.. i feel sad that there is alot of hate towards this ship since people keep saying she hates gojo or it does not make sense due to limited reactions. What do you feel about this. i think it is just a cute fun ship .. it sadly not canon due to lack of significance and screen time utahime's character. Do you think there is alot of wasted potential with jjk even without gojohime? like with female characters like Shoko and Utahime and character arcs.
Thanks for this ask, anon! I’ll break my answers into parts cuz I’m too much of a resident gojohime yapster 😩✊
Gojo and Utahime’s dynamic
I do think that Utahime does hate Gojo because she actually have valid reasons for it BUT this does not mean that I agree with the way people shit on this part of gojohime cuz they reduce their dynamic too much on “Utahime ABHORS Gojo,” the type of abhor like wishing death on someone, but like that ignores the nuances in their dynamic as well as the individual characters themselves.
At first, Utahime and Gojo’s dynamic seems strictly professional like you know that type of situation where you hate that one person at work but you put up with them to stay “professional” and not have your personal feelings interfere with work. It makes sense because the jujutsu world is such a tight knit community that they’re just stuck with each other, and for both Teacher Gojo and Utahime, they ultimately share the goal of nurturing a better generation. That’s why Utahime puts up with him.
However, of course, with my shipping goggles on, one thing that makes this so delish (aside from their trust on each other) is the man Gojo himself. Utahime tries so much to maintain her “dignity” and “professionalism” but Gojo just keeps on poking and annoying the fuck out of her as if like begging for her attention, and he does get a reaction from her that he seems to like(10 years of it cough cough plus he genuinely thinks that Uta's annoyance to him is their inside joke LMAO)! Comparing this “teasing” to Ijichi and Nanami, Utahime is the one that likely buttheads with him and you know what? Utahime does have valid reasons for “hating” and genuinely getting angry at Gojo. I’m gonna hold Gojo here accountable for the teasing because some fans might think that it’s just him going “haha JK!” but considering how merciless he is in insulting people “weak” and swings around his “The Strongest” title around people, Utahime has the right to be that mad and in some sense, this is like Utahime wanting Gojo to be accountable for his actions and just stop being a dickhead. Like sure, sure, it’s true that it makes sense Gojo is arrogant like that because he’s literally “The Strongest.” He’s literally untouchable. Ijichi is intimidated by him so he’s passive with his teasing. Elders always are shitting their pants when he’s being unpredictable because they can’t stop him. Jeez, even Jogo is scared of him. His arrogance does get him somewhere though (especially when he’s beefing with higher ups to protect his students) and it allows him to get away with being an arrogant brat.
That’s exactly why Utahime’s constant butting heads to Gojo has so much flavour compared to his interaction with others.
Utahime’s constant “respect your senior” just wants Gojo here to see her eye-to-eye, not someone who’s weak or below him but treat her like a human person because she's strong willed like that, and of fucking curse, Gojo being the complicated one here, afterall the “haha weak” teasing, did ask for her help. It’s such a whiplash that Utahime even doubted his request, and Gojo being Gojo responded with his “cuz your weak” reasoning. *Cue that iconic gjhm scene*
BUT ME? Nah, I wasn’t TOO convinced. Gojo’s a complicated guy and this is why I even did a breakdown on why his “haha weak” to Utahime questions is a weak attempt of him tryna cover his emotionally constipated ass.
Manga spoilers but ever since this manga panel dropped,
it basically confirmed that Gojo sees himself as a separate category of people because his “The Strongest” title made him believe that, and this thinking puts him in a strained relationship to most people in his life. He tries to do things alone because others are just “too weak” to support him, like apparently it’s a constant game of a “it’s a skill issue” when it comes to relying to others. He does this to himself when the dude badly needs support, like my guy, you said it yourself that you can’t reform the entire jujutsu system alone lol.
But you know what’s crazy? His cahoots with Utahime is the closest thing to him letting others support him, especially someone he DEEMS “weak.” While yes later on, Gojo did ask Ijichi’s help for the Sukuna fight but Utahime gets a special mention here because she’s THE first. These two just stuck to each other despite being cities away. Moreover, both Utahime and Gojo are teachers who aim to nurture a better generation. They kinda understand each other in that department, ykyk. But then Gojo here isn’t really letting Utahime in because she’s supposedly “weak” and there’s the strained dynamic that surrounds it. Here’s an excellent post that isn’t mine that kinda explains this stuff too.
In other words, I do think Utahime hates Gojo because of how he treats people which is super neat to me cuz she wants him to be accountable and not get away from being an arrogant brat. Meanwhile, Gojo here, in an emotionally constipated, seems to yank her attention A LOT, and I even dare to think that even with walls that he builds, he craves for support but can't be totally upfront about it.
JJK and the wasted potential
The jjk fandom (even how divided we all are at times) can universally agree that Gege fumbled a lot of female characters. I have specifically talked about Utahime, Mai, and Nobara (And I’m working on another Utahime plus kyoto tech actually that was an ask from..months ago hehe) As for Shoko now, yes. I’ve read this one great post about her in how she goes against the “healer of the group” trope presented in shonen anime (example: Naruto’s Sakura and Bleach’s Orihime being the healer shown to have their hearts on their sleeves). I guess what I can say is there’s so much fun to explore with Shoko is her relationship with Utahime because even though she appears distant, she does in fact maintain a long term relationship with Uta. Another potential is her interacting with the students because the number of adults in the manga are literally almost next to none, I see her having the character arc of learning to open up to them and being that aunt who gets real with them why being an adult sucks over alcoholic drinks lol
As for the overall wasted potential from jjk, ngl I go through the cycle of grief whenever I felt this about jjk like yes, I do feel like Mai and Maki’s arc are handled badly and yes, I am saddened by the lack of kyoto tech exploration in the manga. There’s Nobara’s and Yuki's death. However, when hitting the acceptance stage, I just grew to understand that jjk is a bleak ass manga (and it rightfully established itself like that from the start with Junpei’s death) and deaths are a huge part of it which I think a huge chunk of the fandom sometimes FORGETS. Second, Gege’s just not interested in exploring shit that I like. So yeah, I just came to the conclusion that Gege is Gege and the only way he actually makes me keep reading jjk (even with the many heartbreaks of wasted potential I have with it) is how he’s handling Yuuji and Megumi right now cuz I’m pretty invested in them.
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hello friend, it's random anon again. i hope you're doing well! i see your 'choose violence' ask game and i raise you the following: 4, 6, 7, 14, 24 and 25. (sorry i know that's a lot. i'm extremely nosy)
Hey, Nonnie! I'm alright. Hope you are, too. :-)
Okay, then. *cracks knuckles*
4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?
Hahaha! When I reblogged this meme I had a feeling someone would choose this and I really do hate to disappoint you, but I don't usually remember specifics of people I block once I do it. Which can sometimes get me in trouble, because I'll run into the "you blocked this person" wall and then go "But why? *checks* Ahhh! Never mind!" That said, the last time I blocked anyone happened to be last night. I stumbled upon a couple of blogs that were complaining about "woke Marvel" (their words) and TFATWS's depiction of race. There were a couple other things, too, but it was a big pile of "yikes."
6. which ship fans are the most annoying?
St*cky wins by sheer number, lol, especially given the amount of said fans who don't know how to stay in their own lane. Although, the fans who turn ships I like into minefields are in some ways a worse annoyance.
7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?
M*tt M*rdock. Maybe one day that will change, but his fanbase was so shitty during She-Hulk that I still haven't gotten the bad taste out of my mouth.
14. that one thing you see in fics all the time
Jeez, all the fic I read and I'm going blank trying to answer this... though most variations on the "Steve's nothing but an angry chihuahua getting in fights that Bucky needs to save him from" characterization grates at me.
24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse
That's tough, but I'd have to say the Accords. They were always completely and obviously indefensible and time has only solidified that fact. That some still choose to defend them tooth and nail after everything that's happened is beyond me.
25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing
I answered this earlier, but another one? The idea that Age of Ultron is, like, the worst thing in the world. Obviously, it has its problems, but I just don't think it's as bad as some make it out to be. It feels like one of many examples of this fandom hating something for what it's not rather than what it is, see also: Multiverse of Madness, MCU!Clint, L*ki, WandaVision (in some cases.)
Choose violence ask meme
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I’m still lowkey annoyed at the couple of ppl who always got weird in my art, especially when mason or Adam were there. I wound up deleting a mason-morgan pic bc people would be a bit performative with the ‘step on me’ stuff about morgan in the tags but then strangely aggressive at mason like god u all sound boring. The vampires are no different in personality and attraction so why must u act like this
#they’re all hot!!#I feel bad I’m inherently just ‘hm’ at Morgan and Ava now bc just enough people acted weird that it soured them a lil#not at the characters but their like mini fandoms?#like jeez the angry anons I was getting from their fans#anyways being nb sucks and somehow ppl get so bent about fictional characters#being bi nb +1 to ‘tragically ashamed of attraction to men’#also m is the pinnacle of hot andro and immune to the cis/het goggles weirdos want to view them with#and Adam being bi is MWAH big man also immune to straight#prawn posts#I follow amazing creators tho and love their Morgan and Ava content but#U KNOW WHAT I MEAN. it’s the nb bi guilt#and a bummer bc I p much just expect it
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Since security breach is able to be written for may I kindly request
Headcanons for a reader tryna help comfort Roxanne, Monty, Glamrock Chica, and Sundrop cuz like... They need emotional support and I wanna give them that lmao
- Salt Anon
Oh for sure. This got long so beware of spoilers!
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Roxanne
The wolf was usually so confident in herself. Never letting anything get her down.
But during a boy's birthday party (which you supervised), she was heartbroken when he demanded Foxy the Pirate, not some "weird girly dog".
You tried fixing the situation, but this spoiled brat said he'll only like Roxanne after she "loses an eye and an arm" first. Even the parents made some rude remarks about her and asked about the "original gang".
In anger you kicked them all out of the mall before going to look for Roxanne. She was back in her room, crying with oily mascara running down her face.
You reassure her that family is permanently banned, but she admits that it wasn't their insults that hurt her. But the reminder that she's a replacement of Foxy--a haunting fact she's known ever since her activation.
You had no clue she knew that all this time. But now it makes sense. She's been torturing herself trying to be that popular lovable old fox and live up to all these expectations she put on herself...and it's just not working in her favor.
Even if nobody outright says it, she's certain they all want Foxy, and to know she'll never be like him crushed her spirits.
She just sobs into her hands after finally spilling everything to you. "I-I can't be him, Officer [Y/n]. I want to be him, but...I can't!!"
"You don't have to be him, Roxanne. Nobody's forcing you to."
"Wh..What? But..th-that brat wanted-"
"Sooner or later he'll learn that he can't get everything he wants. You can't make every single child, or adult, happy."
"W-Well..obviously but.." She sits in her chair and stares at the mirror, watching you brush out her hair. "How do I stop feeling this way?"
"Just be yourself. Focus on those who love you. The kids who chant your name. The teens who buy your merch. They're the real fans. They don't want some rusty scary pirate, but a beautiful wolf who rocks the keytar."
Freddy did warn you about feeding into her ego, but this is what she needed to hear. And she stuck to your advice ever since.
Monty
The gator didn't know why he was so full of....anger all the time. Hell, a tiny scratch mark on his favorite glasses seemed to be a good reason to punch a nearby Mapbot.
So he didn't quite understand the need for those "No Monty" signs on the metal gates. Though he suddenly felt like defying every last one, especially in his pursuit of Gregory.
How dare they treat him, a rockstar, like he was an animal?!
But the one time he accidentally scratched you while you tried explaining why they were up...that was his wakeup call.
He carries you all the way to first aid and sets you down, looking over the injury.
Now that he's angry with himself for getting so angry and hurting you..you gotta stop him from repeating that same mistake.
Something was definitely off about his systems, especially with recent concerns of his aggressiveness towards guests and STAFF alike.
"Monty, what helps calm you down in your free time?" You ask while patching yourself up.
"What calms me down....?!!!!! Erm, probably..tuning my guitar?" He answers as he scratches his scales. "And reading about golf."
"Then how about we go do that in your room?"
"..it's a total wreck, though."
"I've already sent STAFF cleaning bots to take care of it."
"Ah jeez. You're pretty cool, Officer [Y/n]..thank you."
Your patience and understanding despite all that happened helps him calm down even in that moment.
Glamrock Chica
All of the trash she was eating made her feel absolutely sick.
But she couldn't stop herself, even though none of it satiated her.
It distracted her from socializing with her bandmates, and even you, one of her biggest fans (although you're human STAFF you enjoy her shows a lot).
She didn't want you to see her like this. But you inevitably did and all she could feel was shame and anger as she hurled the trash can towards a poor Wet Floor Bot before fleeing.
You made a Security Bot call her back to you by force and she braces for another scolding, like Vanessa always did, calling her actions "disgusting" and "unsanitary".
Instead you just take her to the virtual pizza-making system and have a Pizzabot craft a proper meal for you both to share.
She ends up devouring it all, but you don't mind. After that she feels guilty for lashing out, and you suggest having a look at her systems to figure out why she had this strange hunger.
"If I had to guess, it could be stress."
"Wait..I've been eating nonstop because I'm stressed?" This new info seemed to be eye-opening for her. "Is that actually a thing??"
"Yeah, but we humans typically don't go around eating garbage when we're stressed. It's not good for us nor you."
"But it doesn't make me sick."
"Maybe not physically, but I know up here it does." You tapped the side of your head, and at that point Chica finally admits she has a problem. But she's willing to work it out with you.
Sun
All you wanted to do was test the functionality of the generators in the event of a blackout.
But Sun wouldn't let you near that light switch, having a full blown panic attack (on top of him tripping over the stacked cans and needing to immediately clean them up).
He's acting like the same toddlers he's taken care of, screaming and flailing about while he tries tossing a handful of googly eyes at you as a diversion.
Thank god all the kids went home. Or else they'd either be joining in the chaos or absolutely terrified (again).
"KEEP THE LIGHTS ON!!! ON!!! ON!!!! I BEG YOU!!" His voice sounds shaky, as if he's crying, and you couldn't understand why he was suddenly acting this way.
"Sunny..it's only for a few minutes. Are you scared of turning into Moon?"
His head shakes frantically as he rambles on and on. "He's no good [y/n]!! I dread the night cycle now! Every time I become him..I feel like I....I...." He abruptly sits on the colorful mat, and you join him, hoping to calm him down.
When you encourage him to continue talking, he finishes by saying that, as Moon, he feels like hurting the children who aren't resting. As if they deserve some cruel punishment for it.
He doesn't want to be around you when the lights are off, fearing he'll hurt you, too.
Since Mega Pizzaplex was closed, you were able to take Sun out of there and to your lit office, where he stayed while you tested the generators.
Upon returning you found him curled up in your chair, hugging a plushie of himself and smiling, finally calm again.
Maybe you can troubleshoot Moon's AI somehow, though it'll take a bit of convincing on Sun's part since he's wary of being repaired.
#clanask#salt anon#fnaf x reader#five nights at freddy's x reader#fnaf security breach spoilers#fnaf security breach x reader#glamrock chica#roxanne wolf#montgomery gator#fnaf sun#headcanons#angst#hurt/comfort
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Do not read more if you don’t want spoilers for the next episode.
And if you don’t want to read me bitching and being very, very, very upset, and just veting my thoughts and what not in something that I can feel will be very long and very pathetic on my side, and very rambly. Because probably (I know my followers more than you think even if you are a lot, I’m always thinking on content for you all, so I like to check on you from time to time randomly like a creep) I’m pretty sure you won’t agree with me. Seriously. Just let me vent and hate me in silence.
So.
I already knew Daryl and Carol will leave everyone else behind if not in season 11 in the spin off.
But.
The fact that Daryl already tells Carol about New Mexico? In this episode already? That he willingly offers to leave behind everyone else... alright, I take he doesn’t care about any other person...but the kids? He just would go and leave them behind. Wonderful. Fantastic. Everything I’ve never imagined I’ll have to witness Daryl do.
I always knew Carol owns him and he does as she tells, she whistles he goes, and has no agency of his own when he’s with her. (One of my main problems with it).
But seriously.
He is willing to leave Judith and RJ. Even if Daryl suddenly realizes he doesn’t care for the kids enough to stay if Carol wants to leave, he said he’d watch over them. Judith cried saying what what if Daryl left too and he said he wouldn’t. But oh, yes, he’s willing to leave her.
I know every caryl will be partying, and most of them would come to mock me and everyone else who disagree (but that’s the way the world works, and you get what you want by being mean and sending hate, and bulling and mocking people, I know it in the real world.) I know that I shouldn’t be writing this.
But I’m oh so pissed. So annoyed. So brokenhearted. So dissapointed in my favourite character in the world. So incredibly sad. I feel like I’m mourning what I thought Daryl to be.
Not because a ship that makes me feel super weird (for already stated reasons and some others...like her constantly abandoning him yet Daryl throws everything and everyone the moment she whistles for him), even if that throws me off a lot. I might be able to stomach it. After all, I used to like Carol, I know it doesn’t sound like that, but I used to love her, maybe not to the point of Daryl, Michonne and Maggie, but she was pretty high in my favourites.
It’s not a damn ship that I don’t like, but the fact that in the blink of an eye, Daryl’d leave behind two kids, his niece and nephew that I thought he loved with all he had, that he was supposed to watch over. Yes, he doesn’t leave it yet (I mean, Carol says no). But he’s willing to do it, and that’s enough for me. And I do know he will. So, nothing to look forwards to for me.
I love Daryl. He was selfless and caring, and he got a family that he cared a lot for and was loyal to them...but now I see that loyalty was only to Carol. The kids of his other two best friends are there and they need him and he’ll just walk away.
I won’t say it’s ooc, because it can’t be, it’s the show, if only it’s my views of Daryl what are ooc. But I was so damn wrong. I’m so dissapointed on him. I feel my heart is broken. The character I always loved more than anyone else in any show, book, anything, feels like it’s gone. I just can’t see the Daryl I wrote about.
And yes before you all bloodthirsty partiers come for me, I shipped Donnie. But I already came to terms with the fact it was just bullshit to rile people up, and that Daryl does not give a shit for Connie. You do not need to tell me. I know. It’s clear. I was a blind idiot. (And for Lydia, too).
But it goes beyond shipping. I wouldn’t be this upset and brokenhearted for that.
It’s that my favourite character in the would will leave not only his friends, his family and kids, in a moment. I just can’t wrap my mind around it.
Here I was thinking that Daryl leaving reader in Bonded to you was ooc. Man, it seems it might have been the most in character fic I’ve written. Which means certain chapters to come will be ooc again.
It just feels like all the traits I saw and admired for Daryl are gone.
And no, I do not believe even if you come with the damn soulmate stuff, that leaving behind your friends, family, and what are now your kids behind for a person is good.
I won’t say more of why I had problems with Carol since season 4 (and with her behavior towards Daryl) because 3/4 of you will be already angry at me for this post so I won’t add more fuel to the fire. But god if I’m not upset Daryl is just gonna leave the kids behind to go to New Mexico with her or wherever else does her heart desires.
I just feel like the Daryl I wrote has been taken from me, my idea of him torn to pieces and stomped on. I know it’s stupid to be this attached to someone who’s not real but I feel my heart is broken.
Maybe that’s the good part of this. Maybe now will be the moment for me to finally move on from Daryl. God knows I’ll try.
Also, as always, if you want to send me hate just know that it won’t be posted because it brings nothing to the world and I believe hate mail should be ignored and not addresed. Even if part of me just want to take out on it how upset I am and rip anons throats with words. But again, that brings nothing to the world.
Yes I’m a a bad Daryl and twd fan, whatever. Bitter. Patethic. Whatever you got for me this time, I know it, you don’t need to lose time.
Also, for the other side too. If you too are sad, by all means come to talk to me, but off anon or in chat so we can talk privately, because there would be people upset otherwise reading us if I have to post it, and it’s already enough with us being upset, there’s no need to make more people feel bad. I have an anon that I haven’t posted for this reason, and I feel very guilty. If you are reading this, come off anon or to my chat, I promise it’ll be okay.
Alright I think I done.
Jeez this was a very big rant. But god I feel so bad. I needed this.
Also my ovaries are hurting at all (not usual for me) so I don’t feel like I can take a long “angry” (my bff said I walk angry because I walk very purposefully and fast for nothing XD) walk in the countrisde which is my way of dealing with upseting feelings. So I’m here like exploding.
I’m sorry I guess.
I know this is not what you come to a fanfiction blog to get.
But I feel really sad.
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It brakes my heart to see “fans” of the show that dont like Alan anymore because of the problem with AI animations. Jeez those are the the people you cant trust, because are the first ones to abandom you when they see a little amount of trouble and only stay when everything is good and perfect. What kind of friend, person, fan is that? It gets me angry to still see the topic in the villainous tag. Look, I trust Alan and the part of the crew who still Works in the Project, I know they will fix the situation but they need some space and time, because Im sure they more than anyone knows what is happening. Ami Guillen confirmed with a fan that those pictures on twitter are fake and the story is different as we know it. So thats enough for me to give them a chance. That witch hunting some are promoting is not fair, because we have not giving AI animations the time and peace to explain itself.
So this is my statement. I will not participante in any campaing against Alan and Ai animations (neither against those artists who starter everything) no matter how touchy,sad or emotional is you story. Using feelings guilt to manipulate people is low and disgusting. Bring me facts, bring me proves (REAL proves, not the screenpic of the opinion from the friend of a friend of yours on twitter) and I will consider it.
For those who dpesnt know what I am talking about, you better stay like that. I promise Villainous is not canceled or any horseshit haters are saying on Facebook and twitter just for the cruel sake of seeing fans suffering. Everything is ok, there will be 6 epispdes more, liked or not. The only thing you need to know is that some artists quited AI, but they will be replaced. The problem started when they vent on twitter, but as always, there is sides of the story and I recoment you not believe everything you see on the internet.
if you want to help to artists who quited I prefer you to share their art, patreon, kofi and other things instead of promoting hate, I think that would help them better, given the situation they are now.
I WILL BLOCK anyone promoting campains against Alan and/or AI in my dash or the Villainous tag no exceptions. If you want to talk I will vía chat or privite mesages. Anon messages about the topic will not be considered, because I want this blog to be “clean” of discurse. I hope this is the last time I have to talk about the topic here. I will not talk against Alan or the artist who quited, I will try to avoid the topic the most to be honest. Also remember Im in a scientific trip, I will come back today at night, so I can barely see thing s here on tumblr with my cellphone. Have a nice day and rember, dont believe everything you see, only consider those messages that comes directly from AI animations crew or the persona twitter of those ex-workers. Anyone else could be telling lies and manipulating you!
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BTS Reaction 10: They make you, their s/o, cry
This was requested a while ago. Sorry, it took so long, anon! 🙈 I hope you guys enjoy it. Because it made me hella soft ... 🙃
fluff, hints of angst
Word count
4.433
1. Kim Seokjin / Jin
He’d most likely feel immediate guilt and like the most horrible person ever, hurt with you and try his best to comfort you in a gentle, caring way, making sure that you are all right.
As soon as Seokjin noticed the first tear running down your reddened cheek, the cause of your apparent pain being his very words, a slender hand wandered to his parted lips.
“No. Oh, my God. I’m sorry, y/n, I’m so sorry …“, he’d whisper, hesitantly, cautiously reaching out in your direction, stopping, however, when you’d pull your arm away and avert your crying face.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I swear. I didn’t mean to take the joke this far. I know I crossed a line. I don’t even know why I said that. Your cooking is great y/n! Seriously, I love it. Please, believe me. You know I love you, right? More than anything. I’m so sorry I hurt you.“
Embarrassed of the fact that it took nothing more than your boyfriend’s playful teasing about your cooking skills to let the tears flow, you got up from the dinner table and turned around, burying your face in your palms.
“Aww, come on, y/n. Don’t go! Don’t hide, jagi! You don’t have to be ashamed!”
He’d immediately get up and follow you to gently try and remove your hands from your face so you would look at him.
“Jagi, I’m sorry. I really am. I promise I’ll never belittle your cooking again. I’m sure you put a lot of effort into tonight’s dinner. It was just a new recipe and maybe you misjudged the amount of salt a little. It happens to the best. So, don’t worry. It was still delicious. Everything you cook for me is delicious.”
Jin would pout, pursing his soft, pink lips and bending down so he’d be at eye level with you, playfully poking your tear-streaked cheeks before he’d wipe them dry, the look in his eyes ever so fond.
“Can you forgive me? Hmm? And smile for me? Just a little bit? Just a little smile?”
Eventually, you wouldn’t be able to resist and your face would break into a wide smile.
“There it is! There we go! Great smile! Great smile! I love it! Big fan!”
He’d pepper your cheeks with little kisses and end it with a peck on your lips. Both of you would be laughing at that point.
“Sorry, jagi”, Jin would mumble into your hair as he would pull you in for a hug, wrapping his long arms around your chest. “I’ll never make you cry again, I swear. I only ever want to make you smile from now on. Okay?”
2. Min Yoongi / Suga
Yoongi would probably not realize right away that or how he hurt you, but he’d be heartbroken, knowing that he made you cry, even though he might not show it. He’d try his best to comfort you because the last thing he wanted was you being hurt because of something he did.
“Are you serious!?”, you gasped. “What do you mean, the weekend is canceled? I was really looking forward to this trip, Yoongi. I planned it all out. Our bags are packed. We — I — ”
“Yeah, well, I’m sorry, okay?”, Yoongi shrugged. “I have this song stuck in my head and I need to get to work right away, spend the weekend in the studio. I really can’t afford to lose this idea.”
“But you can afford to lose me or what?”, you scoffed. At first, your words weren’t meant to be taken seriously, nothing but a hurtful comeback. But, suddenly, you weren’t so sure anymore, if there wasn’t at least some truth to them. And your eyes started welling up before you knew it.
“What the hell are you talking about?”, Yoongi would snap back at you without detaching his gaze from his computer screen. “Seriously, y/n. It’s not that big a deal.”
“It’s not, huh?” At this point, you had trouble keeping your voice from shaking, cracking even. Time for retreat.
“Whatever. Good luck with your song”, you sniffled, fighting back the tears as you turned to go, leaving Yoongi behind at his desk.
“Hey. Where are you going? Y/n?”
“Home. To unpack our bags”, you’d reply without looking back, unable to keep the bitterness out of your trembling voice.
“Hey, y/n. Don’t be like that. I’m sorry, okay? But this trip won’t be fun for either of us unless I get this out of my head first. You know that.”
“Yeah, I know. Believe me, I know”, you mumbled, more to yourself, already by the door of his studio, angry at yourself for taking this so hard. Because, by now, you really shouldn’t be surprised anymore.
Your hand was already resting on the doorknob when you could hear Yoongi pushing back his chair behind you.
“Y/n, come on. Don’t be like this”, he whined. “You know we can reschedule that trip, right!? It’s not a matter of money. I’ll pay for everything.”
When he eventually caught up with you who was about to step outside, not in any condition to face him right now, Yoongi got a grip of your shoulders and, gently, but with a firm hand, turned you around so you would have to look at him.
“What? Are you really crying over this?”, he’d realize, his jaw dropping, eyes widened.
“So, what …”, you’d grumble, averting your face, cheeks blushing furiously.
“Y/n. Baby. I’m so sorry. I had no idea this trip meant so much to you.”
“It’s not the stupid trip, Yoongi. I mean, sure I was looking forward to it. But it was the way you handled this. The way you keep just putting me, us, on hold. I just — Do you even need anything other than your music and studio in your life? Am I really this dispensable?”
Shocked by your words and the fact that you actually seemed to believe them to be true, Yoongi would initially be too taken aback to say anything. Mouth agape, he’d simply reach up to cup one of your cheeks with his palm, softly brushing away a tear, the other hand burying itself in your hair, caressing your neck as he pulled you close, so your head rested on his shoulder.
Ultimately, you wouldn’t be able to hold back the sobs anymore. Yoongi’s expression and the way he held you close broke all dams. Crying uncontrollably, you simply leaned into him, feeling Yoongi’s warm hand slowly rub your back.
“It’s okay, y/n. I’m sorry. I really am. I never meant to make you feel like this. It’s okay. Just — Just let it all out. I’m here. I’m here for you and I always will be. You’re my number one priority and that will never change.”
3. Jung Hoseok / J-Hope
Hoseok would regret whatever he did to make you cry right away and feel your pain, too. He’d apologize over and over again, doing everything in his power to cheer you up again.
“Seriously, y/n. Sometimes you can be such a nag. Can you not leave me alone for even one second? I’m tired and I just wanna read this in peace. Jeez, you can be so clingy sometimes.”
Hoseok’s words cut you like daggers. He didn’t even look up from his phone as he pushed you off of him.
Swallowing hard to fight back the tears that immediately started blurring your vision of his slender figure curled up on the sofa, you pulled back, refraining from hugging your boyfriend as you intentioned.
“Sure. Sorry, Hobi. I’ll just —” At this point, your vocal cords ceased to function.
Hoseok must have heard that something was wrong, must have recognized the tears lacing your voice. Because he turned around immediately, eyes wide with genuine surprise and dismay.
“Oh, no!”, he’d exclaim, immediately sitting up, his phone, forgotten the very second he realized what he had done, put aside. “Jagi! I’m so sorry!”
He’d get on his knees and slide over to you, his rosy lips pursed, brows furrowed, subconsciously mimicking your saddened expression.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you, y/n, honey. I’m so, so, so sorry. Can you forgive me?”, he asked, tilting his head to the side and reaching up to hold your face in both his hands.
“It’s just — I’m so tired from practice and my whole body aches and — But that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m just really touchy today, I guess”, you’d object, blinking away your tears, resting your hands on Hoseok’s.
“No, it’s not okay, jagi. My tone was way too harsh. I shouldn’t take my moods out on you. And I love cuddling with you. You know that, right?”
Hoseok smiled warmly, eyes locked with yours, as he’d brush away your tears with his thumbs.
“Right?”, he’d ask again since you still owed him a response. So you nodded in return, trying to reciprocate his smile. The tears, however, just kept on coming, rolling down your cheeks, once they had started falling.
“Aww, baby. No”, Hoseok would pout. “You need to smile, hmm? Smile again? For me? Come here.”
He wrapped his legs around your waist and slid even closer, grimacing to educe a grin from you at least. Eventually, when his signature dimples showed, you couldn’t help but return his smile.
“That. That right there. That’s all I ever wanna see. I only wanna see my baby smile, never ever cry”, Hoseok would comment, content now, before he’d move in to place a quick peck on your lips.
4. Kim Namjoon / RM
Namjoon would be very hard on himself for hurting you, whether it was unintentional or not. He’d apologize immediately and try and make it up to you.
You had fought for half an hour by now, about virtually nothing. Both of you were simply stressed and initially locked horns about some thoughtless remark Namjoon had made about you taking up too much of his time.
At this point, however, all the words and feelings the two of you had been holding back for weeks came to light one after the other. And a few hurtful comments were being made.
Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Yeah, you’re right, Namjoon. I’m sorry that I, your girlfriend of three years, is robbing you of your precious time. I really should know by now that BTS will forever be your top priority. Seriously? How idiotic of me to think you could spare at least two nights a week for me.”
“Come on, y/n. We spend a lot of time together. That trip just last month — I took a whole week off, just for you.”
“Just for me!?”, you scoffed. “You make it sound like I’m some kind of obligation. Seriously, Namjoon. If I’m that much of a burden, maybe I should better just leave you alone then, right?”
And before you knew it, your eyes swam with tears.
As soon as he’d see, Namjoon’s features would soften and the retort he had ready would be left unsaid. Unsure what to do, afraid to only make it worse, he’d hesitate, stay frozen in place while he’d stare at you, immediate regret apparent in his wide eyes, hands raised as if he was scared to touch you or even come any closer.
“Y/n. Shit. I’m — I’m sorry. Please, don’t cry.”
“Just —Don’t. Just —”, you’d turn away, ashamed of your tears.
“Y/n, baby. I’m sorry. I truly am. This whole fight was stupid. I never meant what I said in the first place. You don’t take up too much of my time. I’m grateful for every rare second we get to spend together. It’s just — I was frustrated. With myself. Because I’ve been stuck on this one song for a whole week already and I just — I can’t seem to focus and it just won’t come to me and I — I’m so sorry. I should’ve never taken it out on you, baby. I mean it. I’m truly very sorry.”
Eventually, he’d take a halting step in your direction, extending a hand to see if you’d shy away. When you didn’t, he’d gently place it on the back of your head and the other hand on the small of your back to pull you in for a hug. Namjoon would wrap his arm so tightly around you, you’d have trouble breathing because he was so scared to lose you, he couldn’t help himself but almost crush you. You wouldn’t mind, though, but merely ease into his embrace, breathing in his soothing scent, relishing his warmth seeping through the fabric of his sweater.
“I’m so sorry, baby. You’re my everything. My strength. My inspiration. My home. You’re no obligation, y/n. You’re my greatest blessing, I mean it. I don’t know what I’d do without you, how I’d get through all this without your continuous support and understanding. I never meant to hurt you and I’ll never forgive myself.”
Shaking your head, you’d try and loosen his grip on you so you could be just enough distance between the two of you to lock eyes with him, the pain and self-hatred residing behind Namjoon’s dark orbs obvious.
“No, baby”, you objected, getting up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. “Don’t say that. Fights like these are bound to happen in any relationship, most of all in one as long-lasting and tested as ours, with all the obstacles we have to face on a daily basis due to your job. We knew what we were getting into. And altercations like these are necessary even. And this one brought us even closer together. See?”
Instantly, all tension left his handsome features and made room for a fond smile.
“I have no idea how I even deserve you, y/n”, Namjoon would whisper as he’d lean in for a slow kiss, by the end of it both your foreheads resting against each others’. “You’re the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Whatever I may say. Whatever may happen. That will always be true. Don’t ever forget that.”
5. Park Jimin
Jimin would hurt just as much as you and, on top of that, would be very angry with himself for making you cry. He wouldn’t be able to stand to see you in tears and immediately drop any argument you may have been having or whatever he was doing to soothe your cares away.
You had dropped by to surprise him with homemade snacks and maybe, hopefully, take his mind off of things since Jimin, once again, was far too hard on himself and slightly overdid it with practice, basically having locked himself in the dance studio for eleven hours straight by now.
“What the hell!?”, he snapped at you as the music suddenly stopped playing and he whirled around to find you by the stereo, caught redhanded. “Great! Now I have to start all over again. What were you thinking!?”
Anger distorting his beautiful features, Jimin strode past you to turn the music back on, darting you a furious glance.
“Just leave, okay. You’re really the last person I need here right now”, he snarled before he turned his back on you and took up his position in the room again, starting to dance across from the mirrored wall.
His words shouldn’t have hit you this hard. Jimin didn’t really mean them, you were sure. Nonetheless, your eyes flooded with hot tears that soon started running down your cheeks, you just couldn’t help it.
You quickly brushed them away, using the sleeve of your sweater, and turned away so Jimin wouldn’t see. But nothing gets past him. Watching you in the mirror, guilt already having started to gnaw away at him even before he noticed you were crying, Jimin saw right through you. He knew you too well by now, the way your posture changed when you were sad or disappointed, how you always tried to conceal your tears which you viewed as a weakness.
Immediately, he paused in the middle of a complicated dance move and turned to you, swiftly making his way over to where you were still standing, a bag of home-cooked food in one hand while the other one was desperately trying to dry your wet cheeks, face half hidden behind a curtain of hair.
The music suddenly stopping let your head shoot up only to find your boyfriend right in front of you, his expression serious, pained, eyes full of remorse.
“Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I’m glad you’re here, I really am”, he’d say, his voice ever so soft, before he’d step closer, cupping your face with his small, gentle hands, not breaking eye contact until his lips would meet yours in a slow, deep kiss which spoke louder than a thousand words ever could.
“I’m sorry, baby. I can’t stand that I hurt you. You’re so sweet and kind, always there for me”, he’d whisper, resting his forehead against yours, both his hands now at the back of your neck, fingers entangled in your hair. “You’re really more than I could have ever asked for, so much better than what I deserve.”
“That’s not true, Jimin.”
“Yes, it is. I love you, y/n. More than anything. And I hate that I hurt you, that I keep hurting you. Sometimes I’m just — My temper —”, he’d stammer, his voice shaking.
“Baby, it’s okay. I know, all right? I know you didn’t mean it.”
You’d run a hand through Jimin’s hair, damp with sweat, and pull him in for another kiss which he’d gladly reciprocate.
“No more tears”, he softly whispered after detaching himself from you, going on to gently press his smiling lips to your skin where the tears had left their traces to kiss them all away. “My baby should never have to cry. I won’t allow it.”
6. Kim Taehyung / V
Just like the rest of them, Taehyung, being very protective and empathetic by nature, would hate to see you cry. Maybe he’d act a little defensive at first since he couldn’t quite stomach the fact that it was him who made you cry. Eventually, though, he’d be incredibly sorry and make sure to let you know.
“Just leave me alone, y/n. I really can’t have this right now.”
With those words, Taehyung detached his hand from yours without even looking at you before he mended his pace, leaving you behind, focused on his phone while he strolled down the tree-lined path.
You knew Taehyung could be cold sometimes, distant out of nowhere. So his behavior really shouldn’t have hurt you like it did. But what your mind understood, your heart just wouldn’t accept, it seemed. It stung in your chest, leading your eyes to well up before you could do anything about it.
Afraid to burst into tears in public, in the middle of the goddamn park, you stopped in mid-step, trying to calm yourself by taking deep, shaky breaths, hiding behind your hair, while Taehyung went ahead unbothered.
Only a while later did he realize you weren’t by his side any longer. Flustered, he pocketed his phone and started looking around, frantically searching for your face.
Eventually, he spotted your hunched figure sitting on a park bench, face buried in your palms, and quickly made his way back to you.
“Y/n!”, he’d call out as soon as he’d get into earshot. “You can’t do that to me, just disappear like that! I thought I lost you or you were kidnapped or something. Jesus.”
He’d hesitate once you didn’t show any kind of reaction.
“What are you even doing here? And what’s with your face? Why aren’t you looking at me?”
At this point, Taehyung knew very well what was going on. That you were most likely crying. Because of him. But, why, really?, he thought to himself. This was unnecessary. And it wasn’t like he did something wrong.
“Come on, y/n. Seriously?”, he couldn’t help but snap at you, regretting it instantly. “Are you crying? What did I do now?”
“It’s nothing. I’m sorry.”
Your words hit him harder than he would’ve anticipated. You, apologizing for him being an ass was all that was needed for his pride to cave in.
“Y/n, no. Don’t apologize. You really have no reason to be sorry.”
Taehyung would squat down before you, gently rubbing your knees.
“I’m sorry I was being mean, y/n. This whole walk was my idea. And I really wanted to spend time with you. I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m really, really sorry.”
Since he could still hear you sniffling, he’d gently try and remove your hands to get a look at your face. You’d resist at first but eventually let him have his way, embarrassed by your tears over basically nothing.
“Come on, y/n. No need to cry anymore. Hmm?”, smiling up at you, he’d playfully poke your chin to reciprocate the gesture. “I’m sorry for acting the way I did. I usually love holding hands with you, you know that. I just got side-tracked. But I shouldn’t have. Because this was supposed to be our couple day and we don’t get a lot of those.”
He gently caressed your cheek, brushing away a stray tear.
“So, please accept my heartfelt apology, my Lady”, Taehyung would go on, theatrically bowing before you, his voice lowered, taking on some weird accent, his dramatic acting making it impossible for you not to laugh.
“See. There we go. And the sun’s out again. Now, the next time I’m being an ass, I officially authorize you to hit me. On the back of the head or whatever. So I come to my senses again. Do we have a deal, princess?”
“Deal”, you’d smile, shaking his extended hand.
“Great. Now, let’s go have some ice cream. It’s on me.”
7. Jeon Jungkook
Jungkook would be distraught by the fact that he made you cry and, quite frankly, a little overwhelmed by the situation. He’d immediately reflect on what he did wrong and, even if awkwardly, try to calm you and apologize.
“Kookie, you promised we’d go to that restaurant today. You promised. I even have it in writing.”
You held up your phone for evidence, a text message by him showing on the display which he didn’t even bother to look at, entirely focused on the video game he was currently playing with Taehyung.
“See, here. It was basically an appointment. I had a shitty week so I was really looking forward to this, Kook. Could you please —” You bent over to be on eye-level with him, trying to get your boyfriend’s attention. And failing. “Could you please just look at me for one second?”
“Come on, y/n. Can’t you see I’m busy!?”, he’d groan, jaw tense, eyes still fixed on the screen before him.
“Are you being serious right now, Jungkook?”, you scoffed, feeling your eyes well up already which only stoked your anger. “This was a set date. I had to make a reservation weeks in advance and it was still difficult to get us a good table. I skipped lunch for this and am not in the mood to argue with you right now.”
“Then don’t”, Jungkook simply brushed off your words with a shrug of his shoulders, seemingly unbothered. “And stop distracting me, for God’s sake. I’m about to lose to Taehyung and I can’t let that happen.”
He wasn’t even dressed yet but still wearing his oversized black hoodie, apparently never having planned on going out with you by the looks of it.
“Have fun then, I guess”, you scoffed, your words ending in a sob which you weren’t able to hold back any second longer, your anger and disappointment getting the better of you.
The change in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Jungkook. For the first time since you entered the room, he actually detached his gaze from the game to look up at you, his eyes as big as dinner plates, gaping in surprise at the first tear making its way down your burning cheek.
“Y/n — I”, he’d stammer, his hands, still clutching the controller, dropping into his lap.
Angry at yourself for showing weakness in front of him, you roughly brushed over your already made-up eyes with the back of your hand, smearing your mascara and eyeliner. But at this point, you didn’t even care anymore. Your eyes would be puffy anyway. This dinner wasn’t happening anymore.
“Shit.” Cursing under his breath, Jungkook would barely manage to get up on his feet, his eyes never leaving you.
Quickly, he’d reach out and grab you by your shoulder to keep you from turning away.
“I — I — I’m so sorry, y/n. For being such a douche. This game doesn’t matter. I’m sorry. I just forgot about our reservation and was too ashamed to admit it so I just pretended like I didn’t care and I’m sorry. I never meant for you to get hurt or to make you cry. I — I just didn’t think that far. And I’m just really, really sorry.”
His hand would slowly slide down your arm to find yours, his fingers interlocking with yours. All the while, Jungkook looked at you out of his big, round eyes, so desperate for your forgiveness and afraid of your rejection that you just couldn’t stay mad at him any longer.
“I’m seriously, genuinely sorry, y/n. I am.”
“I know. I know, Kookie. It’s okay”, you’d sigh, shaking your head. “I don’t even know why I got so worked up about this.”
“You had every right to! Really. I’m the one who’s at fault here. And I’ll make it up to you. When’s that reservation due?”
“In about forty minutes?”
“Okay. That’s doable. We can make it. If we leave now, we can make it!”, he’d exclaim excitedly, his eyes bright now, shining with a billion stars, his brows raised at you hopefully. “What do you say, hmm? Come on. I’m sure they’ll hold the table for a few minutes if I give them a call.”
“But, Kookie, just look at me”, you’d whine, gesturing towards your smudged makeup. “I’m a mess.”
“But a beautiful mess”, Jungkook would grin shyly, leaning in to kiss your mascara-streaked cheek. “And my beautiful mess. I don’t care what anybody else thinks. You don’t even need all that makeup. To me, you’re always gorgeous.”
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Red-Handed (JS)
Request: Joe imagine where you secretly are reading a fic abt him n he catches you (ur in a relationship) 💙 and it’s funny 😉
A/N: I kind of hate everything I write rn which is why I haven't been posting but this one was really fun and quick to write so I hope you guys enjoy it just as much! Thanks to the anon who sent this one in! <3
Your eyes skim the screen:
"You're the one that I want. For the rest of my life." Your mouths collide as he seals his words into your lips and you swallow them....He expertly slid his tongue over your bottom lip-"
"Hello?" Joe's voice calls behind you.
"Hi! Yeah!" You quickly quit out and turn the phone off, throwing it down on the pillows beside you.
"I've been calling your name ever since I came in," Joe enters the room in his white button up and trousers. He drops a bag onto the bed and looks at you suspiciously. You suppose that your flushed cheeks and stammer didn't help you look innocent.
"S-sorry babe I was just uh, I got lost in my phone-"
"What were you doing?" Joe asks slowly, his eyes moving around the room. He probably thought your suspicious behaviour had to do with some sort of prank. Typical.
"Um," you bite the inside of your mouth. You couldn't tell the truth so you settle for half of it. "I was just reading a...post. A blog post."
He raises an eyebrow, "A blog post?"
"Yep!" You climb over the covers to where the big bag sits. "What's in here? How did your meeting go by the way?"
"It was really good-they liked my ideas. But back to you-what sort of blog post gets you this flustered? Was it sex tips? Are you reading's Vogue's ten tips to pleas-"
"Oh shut up!" His joke lessens the awkwardness but you were still mortified at how close he came to catching you.
Yes-you already had Joe for a boyfriend. For almost a year too! Yet, a fan had linked an imagine to you on Twitter and for some reason you were inclined to check it out. And boy, did the writer have an imagination; it started with a fight between you and Joe and then Joe confessing his feelings in such a romantic way you got swept away. And the passion-that had kept your eyes glued and your mind wandering, which is why Joe's shouts had gone unnoticed.
"Remember your phone case broke the other day? I just bought you a new one so you don't break your actual phone." Joe shoves the bag at you.
"You did?" You open the bag and pull out a black case with a simple floral design. "Aw Joe that's so thoughtful!"
"Nah," Joe starts to look uncomfortable. "I saw it so I just picked it up. Knowing you, it'll be next year before you get around to buying one."
"Are you calling me lazy?" You pretend to look offended.
"I'm not I j-"
Joe stumbles back as you launch yourself at him, arms outstretched, and he catches you in his arms. You squeeze him and kiss the tip of his ears which are burning.
"You're cute when you're embarassed," you say to his face.
"Alright," Joe chuckles. "Let's put the case on-it's got a built in charger."
"No wonder it was heavy," you realise. "You open the package."
Joe rips it open and before you could react, he grabs your phone and snaps it into place.
"Perfect," Joe says, turning the case over.
"Okay," you make a grab for the phone but the desperation in your eyes triggers Joe's curiosity. He dangles the phone away from you, too high for you to reach.
"Wait a second," Joe says calmly.
"Joe!" You plead. "Give it here!"
"Why do you want it so bad?" Joe laughs, thinking it was fun but you were agonizing over how he would react if he opened your phone. He reaches his other hand up high and puts his finger on the home button.
"Joe Sugg don't you-" you gasp as he unlocks your phone and swipes over the apps, not seeing anything out of the ordinary. "Your touch ID is for emergencies!" You shout, betrayed and also freaking out. "You can't! Abuse! Your privileges!"
"This is an emergency!" Joe laughs. "I don't see anything-what were you doing?"
"I already...told you!" You manage to swipe the phone and hold it against your chest. "I'm so deleting your fingerprint from my phone."
"I don't know what the big deal was?" Joe exclaims, giving up on figuring it out. "You're acting so odd. Anyway, I'm gonna take a shower."
"Alright," you squint at him. "You can warm up dinner after-I left some for you."
"Thank you love," Joe says against your lips before capturing them with his own. You push him away.
"I'm still angry at you!"
Joe still kisses you again before heading to the shower. As soon as he's in, you open the imagine eagerly and continue reading it and you don't realise how monumentally fucked you were until you feel a wet drip on your neck. You swipe at it as if it was an annoying fly until a voice rumbles beside yours,
"Joe knew your body like the back of his hand-that's true-"
"Joe!" You squeal as you turn around and hide the phone behind you.
"Wait!" He wraps his arm around you trying to get the phone. "I want to read what Joe does next!"
"Stop!" You moan in embarassment. "This is so embarassing."
"Just let me see! Joe seems sexy!"
You bury your face in the pillow and shove the phone into your bra, screaming into the pillow in embarassment. You could not believe Joe caught you.
"Why are you reading an imagine about me?" Joe laughs like it's the funniest thing ever. "You've got the real thing babe."
"I know!" You shout into the pillow, too mortified to face your boyfriend. "Somefanjustlinkedittomeand...fuck! I was reading it for fun and then it got really good!!"
"Maybe we should make a video on my channel where we re-enact what I just read," Joe's voice comes from right beside you. He's sat on the backs of your thighs with his knees supporting him on either side of you. "I bet that would get millions of views."
"Oh bugger off!" You shout. "Your fans barely know I'm your girlfriend."
"Apparently my own girlfriend doesn't know she's my girlfriend!" Joe tickles you from the side and you squirm as you try to turn in place. "She's reading about me like she doesn't get some every night."
"I can't...believe.... you just said that!" You gasp as Joe's tickles leave you breathless. Finally managing to turn under Joe, you push your feet up and he falls to the floor. "I do not 'get some' every day."
"Do you want to?" Joe's amused face pops up beside the bed. "Is that why you're reading sexy Joe Sugg stories?"
"I hate you!" You throw the blanket over his face but his laughter bubbles out of him and tears stream down his face over your embarassment.
"Y/N," he tries to stop laughing. "Jeez Y/N, baby, I'm joking! If there were sexy stories about you on the internet I would be reading them too."
Your mouth makes an O as you throw yourself on top of him and the two of you wrestle between the blanket. Joe's nonstop laughter makes him easier to defeat but your hand over his mouth doesn't stop him from tickling your sides.
Finally, out of breath, you lay on the floor staring at the ceiling as Joe wears off his laughter but they still come out in short bursts. You groan and walk out, going down to the kitchen to get away from him.
"His hair is soft like cotton candy and it smells like it too," Joe voice carries down to you.
"I wasn't even reading that one!" You shout but by now you were coming down from the embarassment. It was actually amusing how good Joe felt in this moment.
He appears shirtless in front of you and you give him a wry smile, shaking your head as he grins down at you.
"I'm never living this down?"
"Never," Joe says triumphantly.
"What if I promise to never bring up the time you fell off the side of a slide into dog shite?"
"Hm," Joe strokes his chin. "You would have to destroy all evidence too."
"Fine," you struggle.
"But I get at least a week's worth of teasing before we're even."
You bury your face in your hands. "Fine. I deserve that."
"You know what else you deserve?" Joe asks, closer to your ear.
"What?" You ask wearily.
"A spanking," Joe gets out before bursting into laughter.
"Joe!" You say but can't help laugh too. "I wasn't reading fifty shades, just a small tiny imagine about you!"
"It's funnier when I pretend you were reading Fifty Shades of Joe Sugg," Joe wipes at his tears.
"Is that what you were reading?" You laugh.
"Yeah look at this!" Joe shows you on his phone and the two of you pour over the first chapter before your bellies ache and you can't read any more.
"You should eat your dinner," you remind Joe after the two of you have calmed down.
"All that laughing actually made me really hungry," Joe gets up and gives you a hand. You get up and wrap your arms around him, inhaling his freshly bathed scent.
"I love you even though you make my life hell," you say into his neck.
"I love you too," Joe hums under you. "Which is why it made my year to catch you red-handed."
"You didn't catch me red-handed!" You let go of him. "Like I was doing something wrong!"
"You were being secretive!" Joe argues and so it continues as the two of you make it to the kitchen, banter and laughter bouncing in between.
You knew the next week was going to be hell as Joe milked every opportunity to tease you but he was yours-actually yours-and that shot enough sunshine into your heart to keep the clouds of embarassment away. Well, mostly away.
#fic#joe sugg#joe sugg imagine#joe sugg imagines#thatcherjoe imagines#thatcherjoe#thatcherjoe imagine#buttercream gang#buttercream imagines#youtube imagines#jack maynard#caspar lee
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Alternate Chapter for 28 in D.H The Piano Man
Hi, so I got an ask earlier so this is for that anon.
Everyone else wondering what the heck I’m on about, I’ll explain. On my ao3 account, I have a story called Don’t Hate the Piano Man. This is a different version of chapter 28 and you’ll see parts I incorporated in both 28 and 29. I forget why I didn’t go with this version but it has more elements in it which may come up later as well. So if you want, you can also go check out my ao3 for context here
ALTERNATE CHAPTER
Phil's POV
Phaniel…
How was Phil going to tell Dan about Phaniel? Hey, Dan you know how I asked you to do a livestream with me? Well now they ship us. Actually, that might be the most reasonable way to bring it up. Just throw it out there and hope for the best. Or maybe he could just avoid the topic altogether, but then he'd have to avoid Dan and that was not an option.
Really it only made sense that Dan called him in the middle of Phil's internal debate.
“Hi Dan!” Phil faked some of the enthusiasm in his voice. There was no way this was just a courtesy call.
“Phil.” Dan sounded annoyed. Yep, not a courtesy call.
“...Yes?”
“Why the hell did a girl just ask me if you’re good in bed?”
Wow. That was worse than Phil was expecting.
“Alright, I know this might seem bad but–”
“Bad?! This is a little more than bad,” Dan snapped. Phil winced at the speaker.
“You're right, you're right. I think you just got the worse case scenario. Is it better or worse than when you were called Mr. President?” Phil asked, referring to the time right after naming him President of the Phil Lester Protection Squad. Good times.
“Ugh. Fine, about the same, but more pervy questions,” Dan replied.
“See? And it'll get better like it did before.”
“If you say so…” Dan sounded doubtful. Phil could understand why.
“Awe cheer up, you know it will,” Phil thinks it will at least.
“Fine, but if another person asks me, I'm telling them you're garbage in bed.”
“Hey–” Phil started but had no opportunity to finish before Dan hung up.
That little shit.
Phil decided to table the conversation till Dan got to his flat. They were going to have a Riverdale marathon but something told Phil that plan was going to be postponed.
About fifteen minutes later a knock was heard at the door. Phil went to open it.
“What no breaking and entering this time?” Phil quipped with a grin.
Dan looked up to him in disparity, “I will never live that one down, will I?”
No he will not. It was iconic.
Dan decided to switch the subjects, “So let me guess, your fans now ship us and now we have to ride off into the sunset to satisfy their little hearts?”
“Yes, actually,” Phil said, relieved that he didn't have to explain things more thoroughly. “You're not too mad, are you?”
Dan raised an eyebrow, giving Phil an incredulous look. “Are you kidding me? Your fans have literally shipped you with every male entity that you’ve mentioned. It's no big deal. Honestly, I'm not even sure why I was surprised.”
That's a fair point, but somehow it still felt like a ‘big deal’.
“So the girls coming up to you doesn't make you anxious?” Phil asked. He knew that had to of been uncomfortable for the younger.
Dan got slightly more defensive. “Okay, yeah. That's not ideal. I'd rather not deal with them at all. But it'll probably die down. Besides, I can handle a few weird questions.”
Phil wasn't convinced, but he had another major thing on his mind.
“What about the gay thing?”
Dan looked stunned out of his defensive mode.
“Gay thing?”
“Uh, I mean…” Phil stumbled. There was a bit more to this than Dan realized and he didn't know where to start.
Dan picked up on some of these nerves and tried to save him. “Here, how about you sit down and I get us both something to drink. Then you can tell me what's going on.”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Phil replied, thankful for a set plan.
Dan made his way around Phil's kitchen knowledgeably. Before he would have to call out asking where things were, but now they both knew the others places well.
He came back handing Phil a glass of water.
“So what's this about ‘a gay thing’?”
Wow Dan, wait to start off a topic.
“Uh you know. People are going to think you're gay if, you know,” Phil said, wanting to skit around this topic as much as possible.
He technically didn't know if Dan was gay. He really wanted Dan to be, but that had a lot to do with the minor/major/huge crush he had on Dan. More than anything he was scared of what Dan would do if the whole world though he was gay. Would he be scared? Would he start to hate Phi–
“So what? I am gay.”
Well that answered that question.
“Wha– and you never thought to mention this?” Phil exclaimed.
“Hey Phil, I'm gay,” Dan deadpanned.
“I hate you.”
“You love me,” Dan retaliated without hesitation.
“Seriously, why didn't you mention this? We had a whole heart to heart the other day.”
Dan looked unimpressed. “Phil, you're telling me that you didn't suspect I was gay even after venting to you about how gorgeous Evan Peters is? Really? Not even a little?”
“Fair enough.”
“Jeez Phil. You really miss some obvious things sometimes.” Dan shook his head fondly.
“Hey, people can have man crushes. I don't want to make any assumptions.”
“Well now you know. But that wasn't all you were worried about, was it?” Dan said knowingly. “Come on, tell your dear friend Daniel what's on your mind.”
“You're having too much fun with this.”
“Fine, fine. I'll stop, but you still have to tell me what's up,” as promised, Dan switched to his serious voice.
“Well you know I'm out to my fans and such.”
“Uh, sure that sounds like a thing,” Dan said unsure. Phil gave him a questioning eyebrow. “Look, to be fair, I avoided Phil gossip for years. Forgive me if this only seems vaguely familiar.”
Phil laughed. He did know that Dan was clueless about most of his YouTube life. It was partially why Phil liked him so much. It also explained why Dan didn't automatically know where this story was going.
“I'll fill you in. I didn't have a chance to come out. A certain, what was it? ‘Prick of a prat’? Yeah, a prick of a prat let us world know.” Phil waited for a reaction. Dan did not disappoint.
“That fucking! I swear what the ever-actual fuck Phil? He had no right. Wha– wait. Is there anything else I should know about him before his judgment day in hell?” Dan exploded.
Phil knew he shouldn't giggle but it was so hard to take an angry Dan seriously.
“Stop! Stop it! Do not laugh at my fury!” Dan said, despite now laughing along with Phil's contagious giggles.
Soon enough, they both sobered up and Dan continued. “Seriously though, Phil. He had no right. That's just wrong of a person to do that.”
It was. It was very wrong. Especially because he wasn't just outed, he was called a slut and a whore by a man he trusted. It was one of the worst times of Phil's life and all of it was done just so Charlie could get attention.
Now things were better. Now he had a best adorably dimpled friend that made a home in a sofa crease at his flat. Life was good.
“I know Dan. I just didn't know if you were out—or even worse, straight— when this whole thing happened. Still don't know actually…” Phil prodded hoping his worries could finally be appeased.
“I just told you I was gay,” Dan replied completely missing the point.
“Not the issue here. I was asking if your family knew,” Phil clarified.
“Oh. Uh yeah. They do. They're mostly fine with it. Well except my dad, but other than that. What about your family?” Dan seemed to be deflecting.
“They took it rather well. No complaints other than not finding out from me directly. So your dad?”
“Yeah, my dad. On occasion, family get-togethers can be awkward. That's why I have my mom though,” Dan replied.
He didn't seem to want to elaborate on the subject and to be perfectly honest, Phil wasn't going to push it. He knew that if Dan wanted to say more, he would. He was just glad that Dan trusted him enough to bring it up.
“Onto other business!” Phil declared cheerfully. There was another reason he thought the Netflix marathon would be postponed. Dan looked at him skeptically.
“There's more?”
“Of course! I want to do another video with you.” Phil kept the upbeat attitude throughout the statement.
Dan paled before replying, “Oh god.”
“It'll be fun! I just wanted to run it by you first,” Phil paused his speaking as Dan held up a hand signaling him to stop.
“If I say yes, can we just talk about it later and watch Netflix now?”
Well okay, the Netflix marathon was no longer postponed.
Phil nodded and ran off to make popcorn, not missing Dan's warm chuckle as he went. It was going to be an awesome Netflix marathon.
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Canonspngifs is getting so much anon wank over the ("shippy") 13.01 gif sets. The antis must be fuming since the ep aired haha. (It's sad though, really.)
Lol
Well it’s not @canonspngifs or anyone’s fault but the SHOW’S when giffing the show makes it look shippy, because it just IS.
It’s hilarious. It’s canon my peeps. That’s what giffing is, it’s not fan fic it’s CANON.
I mean jeez the show is it’s own Destiel fanfic at this point, they’re just textualising what’s been said for 9 years, it’s the antis that are the problem not us or the show.
When canon makes us squeal and pisses them off for being too shippy you know it’s getting to the point of no return. It’s not like it’s a fan ship that started from nothing, it started because it was written like a love story and people latched into that, now the show is just following through.
I mean this isn’t NEWS really, of course we are happy and hopeful that this is exactly what they’re doing and it’s not just baiting but come on jeez when the SHOW is basically a Destiel fanfic and we gif it it’s not forcing Destiel into the show it’s just recognising what THEY put in there.
I just… you can’t help but laugh when they’re SO removed from canon that they can’t see what’s happening in front of their eyes and get angry when others point out, you know, the actual canon.
I’ve seen anti reaction to 13x01 because they’re so angry they’re all over some of our posts and it’s hilarious how they just do not see what is canon at all and some are literally making comments that I am like “but that literally happened IN THIS EPISODE”.
Did you watch it with your fingers in your ears and hands over your eyes going “lalalaalalalala not listeniiiiiiing!!!”.
I mean it’s still shitty to do to other people but it’s one thing when we talk about speculation or putting things together, analysing things to see Destiel but when they’re arguing with canon posts and attacking others for seeing canon I’m just like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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REQUESTED - Familiarity (1/2)
Request: So, i don't know if u take requests, but, i would like to make one. I saw u liked some Peter Parker X Reader stuff ( I'm not a stalker, I SWEAR) and i was wondering if u would do a one-shot or something like that about the reader being Peter's classrommate but for some reason being called to the avengers, and he is there in his suit and he keep seeing her in the school wondering why she was there? pls? - Anon
Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader
Word Count: 2,174
Warning: None, just cursing (Tell me something new)
(A/N): I’M HAPPY BECAUSE THIS IS MY FIRST REQUEST AND AAAAAAAAAAAAA <3 (Btw, It took me a long time to choose ONE gif, I’ve been looking gifs for a looooooong time by now.)
Part2 | Masterlist
“Peter Parker is staring at you again.” My friend said under her breath, making me raise my eyes to where I knew the boy were before she even finished her sentence, and as if he heard her and saw me catching him staring, his gaze turned to the book in front of him. I chuckled at his red ears, and that seemed to make him even more embarrassed.
“He’s cute.” That time, I was the one staring. Not that I haven’t done it before, Peter just had this thing hidden under his soft, cute and “harmless” surface that always made my detective side itch.
“And you are totally calling him to a date.” She said, smiling at my arched brown “I know you have a crush on him; I’ve seen you looking at him before, Y/N. Don’t even try to lie.” I giggled and shrugged my shoulders, hearing her huff “If you don’t go there and call him, I will for you. However, I’ll make it from right here. You know how my voice is powerful.” She just winked at me with a smirk, fuck.
“I hate you.” I groaned while getting up and taking a breath before walking to where he was sitting, he had earphones but that didn’t stop him to look at me surprised when I sited in front of him, trying to give my best smile. He took his earphones slowly looking around to see if there was someone else before looking back at me “Hey, you’re Peter Parker, right?” Of course he was Peter Parker! Fuck, the teachers knew his name just because he was always late!
“Huh, y-yeah…”
“I’m-”
“Y/N… I know you.” I laughed at his embarrassed face, and took a time to study him from close. He had muscles, even though they were hidden under coats of shirts and of a hoodie.
“So, I thought you were really cute and I know you are fan of the same things as me, so I was thinking, would you like to go out with me to the arcade on the center of the city?” He almost choked with my boldness, but please, I ain’t got time to be playing a shy ‘let’s be friends’ girl.
“I-I w-would l-love it! W-when?” I smiled from ear to ear and took his notebook from the table and a pen to write my number
“Today at seven?” He nodded like crazy with his head and that made me smile more before sliding the book back to him and say in my most ‘I’m sexy’ voice “I’ll be waiting for you, Peter.”
I heard him gasp in surprise while I got back to my table, finally feeling my cheeks blush when seeing my best friend laughing like crazy, curled on the books, almost sobbing
“I-I love you, Y/N. You are my spirit animal!” I just chuckled, going back to my studies, proud of myself to be able to call the boy I liked on a date without squeaking, even though I was an agent, I was still a human with awkwardness.
I had to run to my apartment, for the first time happy to live alone so I didn’t have to explain nothing to no one. I smiled at my on reflection; it was still me. Comfortable, pretty and with analytical eyes.
When I opened my door, ready to run to catch a bus, I stumbled into a massive chest. Jesus Christ, that man was a fucking wall!
I looked up at the both man, frowning my brows and locking my jaw. They were familiar, but I didn’t know them.
“Excuse me, are you Y/N?” The one I had hit asked, blushing slightly at my angry gaze. I studied him more, strong, blonde, and a little shy.
“Captain America.” I said, crossing my arms and checking the other man, it didn’t took me long to recognize him. “Tony Stark, A.K.A Iron Man. What do you want?” The Captain glanced surprised at the Stark
“Do you mind if we came in?” He asked and I looked at the time, I had half an hour to be there
“Actually, I do. Look, I would be pleasantly happy to welcome two heroes at my home at any day. But I have a date with a boy I’ve liked for a while, and I’ll be late if I don’t go right fucking now.” I said, making Tony Stark lower his glasses and smirk slightly. Oh, for fuck’s sake, is night. Why is he wearing sun glasses?
“We want your help.” He finally said, making me frown my brows
“Three minutes, and here, in the hallway. By the smell, my neighbors are too high to understand anything.”
“Look, I’m not sure if-”
“Two minutes and forty seconds.” I crossed my arms, seeing Stark giggle
“I like her. We want you to be part of the new Avenger’s intelligence. Natasha Romanoff heard of you from S.H.I.E.L.D, they got an eye on you. But well, we are quicker.” My jaw almost fell to the ground. Ok, one thing was being an ‘agent’ slash ‘hacker’, other was being An Agent. “But, we need you right now.” A groan came out of my mouth, I didn’t want to turn Peter down! Especially because I was stupid and didn’t ask his number, so if I called him by the number I got, it would be weird!
“Fine, but I have to set a new fucking date with Peter.” I mumbled while searching my phone in my bag, Stark and Captain America glanced at each other in surprise.
“Language.” Steve whispered and I smirked
“Fucking language, I know. My grandmother would always scream that I fucking cursed too much, but she would curse in between phrases- Oh, hey, Peter!” I smiled at myself when my phone ringed right when I was ready to call him
“Huh, Hey, Y/N… So… Huh, S-something happened and… huh, I can’t go… Sorry.” He mumbled looking nervous, I sighed, trying to look disappointed “I’m really sorry”
“It’s okay… Huh… I guess I’ll have to… Hm, I don’t know.” I smiled at my own sad impression, tilting my head to give a challenging glare at The Captain, which looked surprised at me “Huh, another time, then?” I could even hear him slapping himself and screaming at something to muff his words.
“I would like that. Sorry again.” I just turned the phone down, trying to sell better my “hurt and disappointed”, smiling at both man and crossing my arms again
“Okay, we can go now.” Stark just laughed as if he had won the lottery while the Captain smiled slightly at me and pointed at the corridor, asking without words for me to get out.
The whole trip on Starks car he would been giggling and smiling, while Steve Rogers - I found his name when he pulled his wallet to see something. Well, I got quick eyes. -, was staring at me and blushing when I smirked at him
“Soo, what is so bad that made the two Avengers go knock personally at my door?” I asked, trying to extract something of them before getting there
“It is a security failure on the government and we know you are a good hacker and… ‘Detective’. So, we want your help” The Stark said ironically, making me arch my brow
“Are you mocking my abilities? You know I can read you now and hack your precious high tec car, right?”
“Sweetie, I’m a well-trained man and that build the intelligence of this car to be-”
“Tony Stark is currently single, he is a playboy, he has trust issues, haven’t slept in four days, he likes to eat donuts hidden from everyone in his lab, he wears his iron suit to try to make up the fact that he is a selfish, old man that uses sunglasses at night even though, he looks stupid doing it.” The robotic female voice of his car said, I looked up from my phone with a small grin on my face.
He narrowed his eyes at me while Rogers looked out of the window to try to hide his smile, and by his locked abdomen, I knew he wanted to laugh.
“You know, I really liked you.” I laughed and shrugged my shoulders
“Don’t worry, as long as you don’t doubt me, I’ll be good.” He tried to control his smile, but well, sassy people get along. “By the way, what will I gain with this?”
“Isn’t making good with your abilities and acknowledgment, enough payment?” Rogers said for the first time, making me arch one eyebrow at him
“Can I eat acknowledgment? Can I pay the bills with acknowledgment? I don’t fucking think so.” Stark laughed at my sentence
“She has a point. But, let’s just say your payment will good enough for you to go to a good college.”
“I won’t have to pay for it, I’ll enter with a scholarship.” I mumbled after a few moments, not being able to maintain silence
“Congratulations, you must have earned it.” Rogers said and I blushed slightly with that, I wasn’t used to people congratulating me for this kind of things. “You leave alone?”
“Yes.” I didn’t answer anything than that, it wasn’t something I liked to come up with.
When we finally got to the Avengers tower, I took every way I could run if they were trying to catch me. Well, people are weird, who knows, right? Caution is never too much.
I was welcomed with all the Avengers in the room, fuck they were tall!
“Everyone, this is Y/N, she’ll be helping us with our problem.” I studied everyone, Natasha Romanoff was the one that actually caught my attention, because she had something in her posture that made her stand out.
“I’m late, sorry!” A muffed voice was heard and everyone turned their gaze at Spiderman, he was still in his suit and stopped when saw me. Jeez, I know I am pretty, but don’t have to stare so much.
“Spider boy.” Stark smirked, making me look more into the boy, familiarity.
I controlled a smile when noticing something very interesting.
“So, what exactly you guys need my help with? Even though the boy I have a crush on was the one who turned down on me, I’m still not cool with being brought here just to stand and stare at heroes.” Spiderman gasped, making me control even more the laugh that wanted to explode.
“It’s the codes, someone is breaking them and releasing secret missions and… Other things, to the outside.” Natasha was the one to say it, I have to admit it. Being close to my favorite Avenger made me want to freak the fuck out.
“Is there a laptop or something like that?” She pointed with her head to the Kitchen’s counter, there was a silver laptop on it.
“Hey kiddo, Natasha tried before, don’t feel disappointed if you can’t, kay’?” One of them said, Sam Wilson, had been military.
“Okay.” I mumbled and started to work
“This might take some time, so, do you want us to call someone to warn that you won’t appear?” Captain America said, crossing his arms while I denied with my head, still focused on fixing the problem.
“Nah. And this tactic to make me say what you want, won’t work.” I heard a female laugh that I deduced to be Natasha’s.
“I like her.” I heard her say, I worked for a few more moments, with all the avengers watching me closely.
“Can I have some water, please?” I asked, hoping that it would make at least one of them get out of my back. That was making me nervous, shit.
“Spider, you heard the girl.” The Stark said and I rolled my eyes, the only one that was away, that stupid billionaire brought him close. I thanked when a cup was settled next to my hand
“Done.” I said tapping the last time before finally reaching to the cup of water.
“What? Already?” Someone said, I looked up from my shoulder, seeing that The Winter Soldier was the one to say it. “Natasha took hours and she failed.”
“Mind if I take a look?” She said, still surprised while I denied with my head, turning on the seat to face the others still drinking my water.
“So, how do I go back?” I asked, walking around the living room and receiving chocked gazes
“She did it.” Romanoff said “She even found the IP adress of the ones who broke it... How?”
“It wasn’t hard, actually. But the explanation would take longer than the actual deed.”
“I’ll take you home.” Stark mumbled, still surprised. I smiled at everyone
“You know I could have done that from home, right?” He laughed cheerfully while coming close to me, ready to lead me to the elevator again.
“Y/N, you just saved our asses so good! Thank you!” Sam Wilson said and I just waved with my hand
“It was nothing. Well, see you guys when you need me again. Less you, Peter. See you at school!” I smirked at a chocking Spiderman and followed Tony Stark, he was laughing loudly.
“I definitely like you.”
#peter parker#peter parker x reader#spiderman#spiderman x reader#oneshot#fic#request#avengers#imagine#imagine peter parker#imagine spiderman
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Okay, I'm going to be slightly blunt here. You mentioned once before that you didn't like IB and DBO separated. The thing is, Gauri and Bhavya weren't part of IB for a year. IB did best in terms of story and TRPs when it focused on Shivika + OmRu. IB does not require OmRu's love stories. Which is why it was shifted to DBO. Now Gul doesn't have money or inclination to produce DBO, so Gauri and Bhavya are stuck in the IB universe, with no role for them. (Cont.)
(Cont.) Frankly, I don’t think Gul wants Shrenu in the show either. Two days back some Rikara fan celebrated Saathiya’s Screenjournal video getting 1 million views. Gul got pissed at that fan too, even the fan got puzzled that why is Gul angry when the fan only thought of sharing a good thing. The mention of Rikara pisses off Gul. I think Gul is forced to keep Shrenu in the show because SP chose her, and Shrenu is SP is protegee. Otherwise Gul will gladly get rid of Shrenu/Gauri.Hi anon,no problem in being blunt on here.
- Ishqbaaaz with or without Bhavya and Gauri: Ifwe break it down to what the show, that originally was promoted as a show thatfocused on the three brothers and their relationship, was, do you think Anika was “required”in that equation? Anika was added because the viewers want - for whateverreason - love stories to not lose interest in shows, no matter the concept. Bearingthat thought in mind, why should only Shivaay, one of the three “main”characters of the show, be given the extra spotlight in having his own littlestory with Anika while the other two don’t get anything to do/focus on exceptfor playing supporting roles in their brother’s love affair? And just becauseGauri and Bhavya were added later on, does that mean they don’t really belongto the story because they weren’t original characters?Don’t get me wrong, as far as facts are concerned and what works for IBTRP-wise you are absolutely right, I’m not saying you’re not. I’m just saying thatI personally didn’t like it, still don’t, how it has turned into the ShivaaySingh Oberoi show early on and every other storyline has had to kick the bucketor be shifted to another show altogether. When I say IB and DBO didn’t work asdifferent entities, I mean they didn’t workfor me, as far as story-telling was concerned. TRP-wise, I really don’tknow, I don’t follow those shenanigans whatsoever. - Gul and Shrenu: I do not follow Gul or any fandom shenanigans on any socialmedia either, so I have no idea what went down (again) and in what context.Frankly, I can’t be bothered to google either, because har roz kuch nayi dramashuru ho jati hai and I’m not here for that bachpana. Nope. I, therefore, have no ideaif or why Gul hates Rikara with a ridiculous passion or supposedly has an issuewith Shrenu. We can only play the guessing game here. All I know is that when yousay she got pissed, Gul probably lashed out yet again… That woman needs totake some inspiration from Kunal, who just turns of the comment section whenfans annoy him, rather than barking back like a prepubescent teenager who’s justbeen told to clean up her room. That woman has annoyed me ever since IPK and will probably continue to do so until I stop watching tellywood, jeez.
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How would Nom Nom react to Andy Bangs having those cute little kiddy crushes on his s/o? Bonus points if s/o is a fan of Andy lolol
dam anon, you just get me. i love this ask probably way more than im supposed to ahaha. let the fun begin! [I’m also tempted to write a small fic about this…]
Nom Nom:
“How dare he…”
Andy Bangs being a general nuisance, in his own videos, and to Nom Nom’s career was one thing; but crushing on his s/o?! Was he that blind?!
They were his, and only his. He already finds that little boy an annoyance, but liking his s/o’s every post on their social media, following them, and sending them sweet, adorable private messages, was another. Growling, he’d send him some messages of his own, and they were no where near sweet or adorable.
Still, seeing the adoration in his s/o’s eyes, the little giggles they let out from reading the PMs make his blood boil. Did they not realize they were with him?! The adorable, fluffy koala, and not that annoying, whiny Andy Bangs?! He just didn’t get it!
“You do know we’re dating, right? You’re free to look at me whenever you want. Not even that, but you can pet me! Flipping pet me! Isn’t that much better than Andy’s disgusting, sappy messages?!”
If you pay too much attention to Andy and his crush on you, beware of the koala ready to burst. He doesn’t understand why - He doesn’t understand at all! He’s yours, and for free too! God, his s/o can be so impulsive and ignorant of his feelings, his hurt feelings.
Was he not good enough? Did he not send enough sappy messages to you? Was he not romantic enough? Was he not tall? Is there something the koala can’t do? All these thoughts surround the koala, up to the point where he’s crying in anger. Your his s/o, you’re supposed to love him, and not - not that disgusting, annoying, petty, competitive, whiny, small, weird, selfish, ignorant Andy Bangs.
He just wants to be loved…In the real way.
Fic up ahead. Sorry for those on mobile..If you ask, I can give you the link ^^
It was like any normal day. Me and [Y/N] were strolling around the mall freely, a few security guards blocking the elevators, escalators and stairs. The mall blocked off an entire floor for us to stroll around, not wanting the famous me to give them a bad rep. Besides, overbearing fans give me migraines, unlike my s/o of course. Well, most of the time anyway, haha. They were carrying me around, humming some tune I didn’t really try to guess. “What if we got you some cute baby clothes to wear?” They joked, chuckling.
Turning my head towards them, I send them a slight glare, sighing ever so lightly. Yes, I love them with all my heart, but something they can be so much work. “Of course, and while you’re at it, why not stuff me inside a turkey.” I shoot back, rolling my eyes. Seeing the glint in their colorful, [Color] eyes, made me second guess myself, dumb enough to give them more ideas.
“Sure! If you wanna that is. Ooo! We can even put you in a bunny - Ooof!” Stumbling over, I clung on tight to my s/o, shock zapping me like a lightning bolt. Their grip on me tightened, a quiet yelp escaping their throat. Staggering to get back on two feet, I broke free from their grasp, looking at what could’ve cause them to trip.
“Jeez, look where you guys are going, will ya?” A familiar, annoying voice called out. Andy Bangs. The vain of my existence. The core of my anger problems. My rival. My competition. Dusting off his jeans, he looks up, a devious glint shimmering in his dusty green eyes. “Well, well, well…What do we have here; a sell-out koala and their…” Andy looked up at my s/o with adoration, and I couldn’t help but clench my fists, annoyance poisoning my system. Watching his eyes light up, a small blush glow on his freckled cheeks made me want to puke. “Who’s that…?” Andy stammers, smiling sheepishly.
“They’re unavailable, aka mine Andy, now beat it.” I growl, anger evident in my tone of voice. However, he pushed me aside, getting a clear look of them. They bent down, a slight blush on their cheeks too. Oh no. Oh no way in hell.
“My name’s ______, I’m a pretty big fan of yours, Andy.” God, the way they said his name sounded so smooth, rolling off the tip of their tongue. Did they not know I was here?! The boy smirked, although his face begin to turn more pink. Glancing at me, he smirked some more, feeling content with the pissed look on my face. “Oh really? That’s pretty admirable, _____. Say, why don’t you two come grab some froyo with me? It’s on the house.”
“No than -”
“Sure! C’mon Nom Nom!” They chirp, walking along side Andy, already leaving me behind. Running to keep up with them, I could feel anger rising up in my throat, tasting like copper and acid; or bile, either from running or Andy himself, it was tough to choose.
- - -
We were sitting at a table for four, eating our froyo, conversing carelessly, well they were anyway. Shoving some more froyo in my mouth, I grumble, jealous that my s/o could be so endorsed with that annoying, smart mouthed Andy. I swear, if he flirted one more time, I would - !
Watching him wink at them, and place his hand on theirs, pushed me to my limit. Slamming my froyo cup onto the floor, the pink contents inside it flowed out onto the white tiles. “That’s it! Leave me and ______ alone, or you’ll pay the price, Andy! I swear, I’ll make your mother weep at the thought of having you be born.” I seethe, ignoring the shocked look of my s/o, pulling them out of the chair, away from him. Ignoring the stressed comments from Andy and my s/o, I fight back the stinging tears in my eyes. How could they be so blind? Didn’t they know I cared for them? Deeply? I just want…I just want them to obsessed with me, and not that jerk, Bangs.
“I can’t believe you actually said that.” They say, ripping their grip away from me. Turning around, I can see the hurt look in their eyes, making my heart go pop. W-what? I didn’t even insult them! Why were they hurt? What did I do to them?! “I want you to apolo -”
“No! I want you to apologize! This whole afternoon it’s been about Andy, Andy, Andy! It’s never been about us, us, us! Didn’t you know of the plans we were going to do today?! Did you?! No! You didn’t, as all you cared about was that, stupid, flirtatious, annoying, Andy!” I snap, breathing heavily. They quiet down, their body still. Feeling embarrassed, I look away, as I ignore the tears escaping my eyes, slightly shaking. It’s tiring to yell all the time, and feel nothing but anger. “I just..I planned this to be a date. I wanted to spend some valuable time with you, since I can’t because of my schedule. I care about you a lot, okay? Seeing you…so interested with Andy and his stories, made me jealo - angry. I’m…I’m sorry.” I whisper, crying at this point. I didn’t want to lose them. I cared too much about them. They meant too much for me.
Blinking, I watch them grab me, holding me close. Sniffing, I turn away, not wanting them to see how pathetic I was. “Maybe this was a bad idea.” I say, wiping my tears away. Ignoring their gaze, I flinch when I feel their delicate fingers grab ahold of my chin, forcing me to look at them. Leaning closer, they give me a short, sweet kiss on my cheek, making my face fire up. [I’M ALL FIRED UP - NATSU EVERY FUCKING DAY AMIRITE HAHAHAHA]
“We still have three hours before you next video right?” They ask, smiling at my blushed face. I nod meekly, feeling the butterflies soar as they grin. Giving me more kisses, I couldn’t help but smile. “Then let’s continue our date. No distractions, okay?” Giving them a kiss of my own, they giggle, taking it as a yes. Maybe this date wasn’t such a bad idea.
[Excuse me for any grammar mistakes or errors.]
#wbb#we bare bears#wbb nom nom#nom nom wbb#angst#i guess#fluff#a little#jealous nom nom#andy bangs wbb#wbb andy#s/o#headcanons#drabble#imagines#god this took me so long i dont even know why haha#thanks for the ask boo!!!#i loved it <3
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Hmm what about glamrock freddy X F!Reader where Y/N comforts freddy about Bonnie being replaced?-Art anon
"Monty, you seem almost..too eager to be here.”
"Ey don't get it twisted, Fazbear. I know you think this “big bad scary gator” did somethin’ to your pal-”
"I'm not blaming you for what happened to him at all. I just..I’m not ready to accept you yet. I’m sorry.”
"What?! Do I have to go through a stupid "rite of passage" or somethin'?!”
“No, I-I just need time to-”
“We can’t waste time sulkin’ when we got a gig to perform! C’mon now, I’ll make our songs a million times better! I mean if ya think about I’m basically Bonnie but-”
"You will NEVER be him!!" Freddy suddenly snapped at the gator with a snarl, though only seconds later he regretted it, given the shocked gasps from Roxanne and Chica. His ears swiveled down as he looked between the two females, before setting his gaze to the floor, feeling ashamed for his outburst.
It was getting worse.
At nearly every turn there was some stupid conflict among the Glamrocks. Whether it was Chica's voicebox malfunctioning and causing a scene, Roxy accidentally making a kid cry with her snarkiness..there was always tension in the group.
And the arrival of Monty didn't help, especially when the company was swift to replace the now decommissioned Bonnie with him in a heartbeat. They claimed he would be more loved than the rabbit, thinking he’ll be long forgotten.
Now it was only Freddy and Chica as the original band members. And it was tearing him apart inside.
How long before..either of them get replaced?
He didn't want to think about it, and he knew staying here yelling at Monty wouldn't solve anything.
As the gold standard role model for kids, he should already know that tantrums won't get you whatever you want.
Not even your best friend back.
Freddy bit back tears as he turned away from his co-stars, deciding to head off to a certain place to mourn his long-gone buddy for the final time. A place that would now hold painful memories instead of fun ones.
“Jeez, tough crowd..” Roxanne muttered after he left, trying to break the awkward silence that filled the room.
Chica was just munching away at a box of candy as she nodded in agreement. At times like these, food was a good comfort. She was heartbroken, too.
If only Freddy could be cheered up the same way.
..........
“Excuse me, miss? Where’s Bonnie?”
Ah yes. You only get asked this question at least ten times per day now. Ever since the superstar rabbit got decommissioned, children of all ages have asked you where he is and why Monty is in the band now.
There was no easy way to explain it to them--especially his biggest fans who looked forward to greeting him and letting him host birthday parties--that he wasn’t ever coming back. Period.
You’ll make up a fib like “Bonnie left to pursue a new career”. It was easier than saying “he got into a freak accident in Monty Golf” when you weren’t even sure what exactly happened that night, or if it was truly an accident. Management said nothing and just quietly brought the punk alligator into the spotlight, urging all employees of Bonnie Bowl to take down the art ASAP.
Before you could give the curious kid the same answer you’ve given dozens of others, the doors to parlor opened up and you were surprised to see Freddy walk in.
“He left to..pursue better things.” He spoke up for you.
“Oh...then why is his stage there?” The kid pointed to the small stage placed near the ice cream bar.
The bear’s heart only sunk as he realized they haven’t gotten rid of that yet. A small “temporarily closed” sign was placed on the wooden surface. Unfortunately it would be more fitting to call it “permanently closed”, but he said nothing as you ushered the kid back to their parents.
“Hey, Freddy. Sorry about that. Same damn question everyday.” You huffed, shaking your head, though you stopped as he continued staring at the stage.
“I once felt joy coming here, but now..I just feel hurt, sad..angry, even. And I..took it out on my friends. Because I wasn’t ready to..to...”
“Hey..” Hearing a light robotic sniffle coming from him, you held his hand with both of your smaller ones, making him look down at you with teary eyes. “It’s okay to grieve. It’s okay that they don’t fully understand how you’re feeling.”
“I-Is it..normal to feel like this for days, Officer [Y/n]?” He mumbled.
“Absolutely. I..didn’t know you guys could feel those emotions exactly like we do. But it shows you’re more alive than people realize. Whatever changes here affects you, for better and for worse.”
Together, you sat at ones of the tables. Or rather you sat down and Freddy kneeled in front of you, being too tall and bulky to sit in chairs made for humans.
“Chica just eats instead of talks, Roxanne says I’m being too dramatic, a-and Monty doesn’t care. I feel like we’re falling apart.” Then he gazed up at you, eyes slightly glowing. “Please tell me..it’s gonna get better. And nobody will forget about Bonnie.” He wrapped his hands around yours tighter. “Please..”
Seeing him so depressed over this made tears come to your eyes as well. You miss that silly purple rabbit, too: his funny jokes, his bucktooth grin, and his silly victory dances whenever he scored a strike in bowling. Things at the Pizzaplex definitely felt different without him, and, as Freddy says, empty even.
Of course, your coworkers just shrugged and went on with their day, saying something along the lines of “reeling in a new generation of Fazbear fans”. They didn’t share the same sentiment as you, and apparently Freddy’s bandmates didn’t either.
At least you two weren’t alone in these feelings and could find comfort in each other.
You gave him a sympathetic smile and nodded. While nothing you say could make all of his hurt go away, the least you could do is tell him what he wanted to hear. Right now at such a difficult time in his life.
“It’ll get better, Freddy. Nobody’s gonna forget him. I certainly won’t.”
#did i listen to mr loverman while writing this?#yes#clanask#art anon#fnaf x reader#fnaf security breach x reader#fnaf sb x reader#glamrock freddy#glamrock bonnie#female reader#angst#platonic#hurt/comfort
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