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#ugh why am I sobbing while writing this
anonymouscheeses · 2 months
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Even more and more of obvious shit I point out because I want an excuse to rant while not interacting with actual people in real life who also like this show because I'm masking 😍💜💜
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BARELY STARTED AND BRO. YOU JUST LET HER DO THAT TO YOU, ME PERSONALLY-
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HE'S PETTING KEE-KEE I LOVE HIM SMM
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HER HOOVES. I LOVE IT. NOT LIKE THAT, IM JUST A FURRY-
*grabs pen*
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ANGRY CHARLIE FOR THE WIN. I LOVE WHEN THE HAPPY CHARACTER GETS ANGSTY (Cough. Luz. Cough).
The people writing fanfics where she gets FURIOUS. Omg. That was something I read. I LOVE MY FELLOW FANFIC WRITERS BUT OH MY- YALL REALLY HAD CHARLIE M A D.
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"Uh-"
I love his reaction lmao look at his goofy face.
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HER BOW BECAME HORNS (my "redesign" is now 100% worse)
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SAD VAGGIE. THE BOW. DROOPY.
Oh and the angel dust fellow back there 🤯
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I LOVE ROSIE SO MUCH HUH
Tall.
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No explanation needed. <3
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PLEASE HELP???
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CUTIE PATOOTIE. I LOVE HER SM UGGHHH
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CHARLIE HATES OLD PEOPLE COMFIRMED YAY 😍😍💅💅
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Hot
That's it.
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IN SYNC. I LOVE THIS SONG AND THE ENTIRE SCENE. WHY IS IT RANKED SO LOW WITH SOME OF YALL?? Okay well-
I thought this song was gonna be a Charlie and Vaggie duet- tbh I still preferred that BUT I LOVE CARMILLA SO I KINDA DONT CARE.
BUT I WAS ROBBED OF AN ACTUAL FULL CHAGGIE DUET (REPRISE DOESNT COUNT) IF H*SKERDUST GETS A FULL ONE WHY CAN'T CHAGGIE? *SOB* uhh anyway-
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Is that. Like. How she thinks actually 😰
I know there's been a lot of the lack of Vaggie's self-worth, which I wish was explored into more. I just think the Vaggie(3rd) episode just wasn't needed at all if it didn't even have an impact. Don't get me started on that episode, it was rushed, too early to have character arcs already, and overall not needed or even should have existed periodt.
I hope they explore it next season because GOD this woman needs TO LOVE HERSELF. OR ATLEAST CARE ABOUT HERSELF LIKE????
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SWEET MAMA PLEASE. TAKE ME IN YOUR WINGS AAAAAAAAA
Charlie, sharing is caring <3
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Out of all the people I thought Charlie would vent to I didn't think it would be ROSIE. It's a nice surprise tho I love her <3
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bisexuality.
That's it.
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HE'S DANCING. ALASTOR IS DANCING. THEY ARE SLAYING BESTIES. THE MAN IS DANCING. HELP.
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Season 2 is going to be Charlie in her villain era and Alastor's reputation era 😍
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I LOVE VAGGIE'S FACE. PRECIOUS BABY UGHH... THEN THE WINGS REPLACE THE BOW AND DROOP UGGHH I HOPE IN SEASON 2 WE SEE MORE OF HER WINGS. OR CUT HER HAIR SHORT SO WE CAN HAVE IT ALL THE TIME. Also so Husk and Vaggie can bond over both having wings. Sorry I love their potential friendship so much. AND LUCIFER AND VAGGIE TOO!! BOTH BEING FALLEN ANGELS OMG. UGH THE POTENTIAL OF VAGGIE'S RELATIONSHIPS WITH NOT JUST CHARLIE ARE SO GOOD AND I HAVE BEEN ROBBED OF SEEING HER AS AN ACTUALLY MORE FLESHED OUT CHARACTER. I AM SCREAMING AAAAAAAA.
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I can't say how much I love them. It's too much. I cant- yay the teaser image before the show came out <3 they are so fucking adorable. UGH SOME1 END ME
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Charlie loves the wings hehehe. Vaggie looks nervous about it. It's probably a reminder to her about when she used to be an exterminator. The healing from everything will take a long time but hopefully Charlie will be there for her the entire time. And vice versa
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Ayo- 😰
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CHARLIE. T H E PRECIOUS BABY.
Uh next one tomorrow cuz yeah 🤯
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taeyeonschild · 8 months
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《sleeping apart, after a fight || Hyung line ver.》
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pairing: hyung line (separate) x reader
genre: fluff, angst. (i think… i don’t actually know what i’m talking about)
contains: literally a copy of the last one 🥶
warnings: uhhhh i don’t think any?
A/N: i feel like i used all my decent ideas on the maknae version. but i’m trying…. OKAY??? 😖
what do i write after this???? this was my only idea 😭😭 oh no.
I AM TAKING REQUESTS!!! GIVE ME IDEAS TO WRITE NEXT PLEASE 🙏🙏🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️
hyung line | maknae line
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Bangchan
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“I’m gonna spend the night at the dorms tonight. Sleep well, darling.” He grabs his keys and leaves your apartment without another word..
You hadn’t expected this argument to become as large as it had.
All you had wanted was to communicate your needs. you have been feeling neglected recently, as he has spent so much time working, way more than usual. You understand his commitment to his work, to stay, and to the kids, but you just wish he could try to make time for you too.
You didn’t mean for this to become such a huge fight.. But it did, and now you have the apartment to yourself for the night..
It is lonely.
You sob on the living room couch for a while, but eventually, you drag yourself to bed.
Chan’s night isn’t much better than yours…
He spent the whole evening locked in his bedroom at the dorms, ignoring when the kids questioned his sudden arrival. The guilt of the fight eats him away, and he stays up the whole night, regretting the fight.
If he’d have just stopped arguing, and taken taken a deep breath, to try consider your side of the argument, he’d have realized that he has been neglecting you.
Just because it wasn’t intentional doesn’t mean it wasn’t happening…
You have one of the worst sleeps of your life, rolling back and forth, unable to get comfortable in the big, empty, cold bed. You can’t help but feel lonely, and guilty.
Ugh, you’re so sensitive… If you hadn’t have complained about this one little issue, then everything would’ve been fine… why did you do that.
You wake up the next morning, with the same empty, lonely, feeling. You miss your boyfriend even more than you miss him when he’s off at work..
You pick up your phone, and see three missed calls, and a series of texts… all from….. Chan.
“Hey Y/n.”
“I’m sorry about our fight.”
“I wasn’t listening to you at all, and now I’ve thought about your side, and I’ve realized that you are completely correct. I have been distant recently, it’s just been very difficult for me to balance everything in my life, and it’s not fair of me to take that out on you. I really do love you, and I know that I need to do better, to make sure that you know that.”
“You’re not replying, so your probably asleep still.”
“Or you’ve turned your phone off..”
“I’m gonna take the day off, to talk this through with you. I want to fix things”
“Let me know when you wake up, and I’ll come back. I want you to rest as much as you can, so I can come whenever you’re ready.”
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Minho
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“Oh my god i need to get away from you! I’m spending the night at Hana’s.”
You grab your keys and rush out of the apartment towards your best friend’s place. You just need space, even if it’s only for one night. You need time to arrange your thoughts, and decide what you really want out of this argument.
Minho understands, he knows that you need space, and he will gladly give it to you. But that doesn’t mean he is happy to spend the night alone.
He sits on the couch for a few minutes, unsure of what to do after you’ve left. He sighs, then picks up his phone, and dials your best friend Hana.
You have texted Hana from his phone before, when yours has died, so he has her number saved.
“Hey Hana. Could you let me know when Y/n gets there? I just wanna make sure she’s safe.”
Hana agrees, like the best friend that she is.
He hangs up the phone, and stares up at the ceiling. Even though he misses you already, he is glad to have a moment apart.
This gives you both time to process your thoughts, and next time, you can presume this maturely, and talk it through.
You both have faith that this will be over in the next 24 hours.
He gets a call from Hana a while later.
“Great. I’m glad she’s okay. Tell her I love her for me… and Goodnight. Sleep well, both of you.”
Hana tells you the news, she’d never be one to keep anything from you.
You are thankful to have a boyfriend who, even through his anger, still cares enough to make sure you got to your destination safely.
After a few hours apart, you manage to process this battle, and you put your stubbornness asside, to text him.
“I’m sorry about our fight.”
“I forgive you, I hope you can forgive me.”
“We can talk about the issue later, and resolve it together, if you are ready.”
“I love you too”
By the time you get back home in the morning, he is already sitting at the dining table, ready to talk with you, and ready to fix everything that you had both screwed up the night before.
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Changbin
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“Sleep on the couch. I want you away from me” you say, spitting venom from your teeth. You throw a pillow and blanket at him, before you turn around and poop yourself down on the bed, and turn away from him.
“Uh, but I-“
You turn to see him again, the blades shooting from your eyes shut him up easily, and he nods, before leaving you alone in the bedroom.
You are mad, but not only at him. You’re whole day has been pretty bad, and you just need a break. It’s been one of those days, when you wake up sweaty, you’re out of shampoo, you stub your toe on the coffee table, you drop your breakfast, and all of your coworkers are angry. Your argument with Changbin didn’t make any of this better.
He understands that you need a moment to breathe, but he also doesn’t want to go to sleep like this.
He takes a seat on the couch, but doesn’t bother to set up a bed there. He knows that he’s not actually gonna be spending the night on the couch.
You regret snapping, but you’re stuck sitting on the edge of the bed. Apologizing is too much for you, in your current state.
When enough time has passed, Changbin decides you’ve probably cooled down, he walks back into the bedroom.
Immediately, he is spotted by the door, but the look on your face isn’t nearly as harsh as before. Maybe there’s even a tinge of regret in your gaze.
“Hi jagi. I know you’re mad at me. I’m a little mad too.. But I think, we can solve this in a better way.”
“Can we talk this out? If not, we can just take opposite sides of the bed, and we can discuss this in the morning? What would you rather jagiya?”
His face instantly turns to that of concern and worry when he notices a tear falling down your cheek. He understands.
You spend the rest of the night cuddling in bed, ranting about your whole day, and you both completely forget about the entire argument.
The only reminder in the morning, is the pillow and blanket on the floor beside the couch, which tells you that Changbin never intended on listening to you in the first place.
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Hyunjin
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You are tired. It is late. Way to late to be arguing about something so trivial.
You quietly pick up your pillow, and make your way into the living room with no other words.
Hyunjin watches as you leave, stunned by your sudden action, but also saddened. He takes a deep breath before calling after you.
“Y/nnnnnnn!!”
He calls, in his whiny voice, which usually you find cute, but now it only irks you further.
He sits in silence for a moment, considering his next move, before slowly getting off the bed, and walking to the living room.
“Y/n… I’m- I’m sorry… please, I don’t want to fight with you. Can we talk this out?”
It is way too late to talk. You are tired, and all you have the energy for, is sleep. You ignore his begging, and close your eyes.
He crouched infront of you, and gently strokes your hair.
“Y/n… please look at me darling. I’m sorry… I never meant to hurt you. I don’t want this argument to end with you sleeping on the couch. Can we talk this out?”
Tears fall down his cheeks, he’s always had a flare for the dramatics.
“I’m tired Jinnie.” you put all of your energy into three words.
“Y/n, I know you’re tired… I know I messed up… and I know this isn’t easy for us. but… can we please not go to sleep like this? please… I don’t want us to end the day like this…”
You roll over to face him, your heart breaks at the sight of him. He’s clearly messed up about this.
“I don’t have the energy to figure this out right now” You speak gently, trying your hardest not to upset the poor boy any further.
You carefully move your fingers up his cheeks, and wipe away the tears, pretending that you don’t also have tears soaking onto your pillow.
“that’s okay… we don’t have to. But the thought of you sleeping in the living room breaks my heart… can we just… I don’t know… hold onto eachother tonight?”
That’s exactly what you do… you climb off of the couch, as he leads you back to bed. You spend the night with your limbs tangled together, as if you hadn’t been in a yelling match just an hour beforehand.
But one thing about being in a relationship with Hyunjin, is that he is impossible to stay angry at.
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ilys00ga · 2 months
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𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀.
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➞ pair: yoongi x reader.
➞ genre: hurt/comfort (why do I keep making these lmao), established relationships, I'm so bad at tagging sorry.
➞ warnings: angst and fluff cuz we all need that (we really do). reader has anxiety and abandonment issues, yoongi is trying his best for the sake of both of them, just relationship things.
➞ A/N: requested by @parkjennykim, this was very fun to write! thanks for yet another idea <3 I hope u like it. I'm organizing this blog/post (?) while listening to mono, and let me tell yall, it's such a vibe omg. I think you should read this while listening to that album, I love it sm, I can't even begin to explain UGH- if namjoon ever goes on a world tour, he better perform every single song in that album, cuz imma be losing my mind in the crowd, esp during moonchild. my vocal cords are already getting sore. yeah. if u want this to hit that spot, maybe u should do what I said (this is a friendly order, if u will). if not, just enjoy and pls ignore any mistakes, english has been challenging me recently (for the last 10 years lmao)
ps. I am in a dire need of a yoongi in my life. specifically the one I wrote in this one. oh how I love being a lonely fanfic writer <33
★ MASTERLIST.
ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆。˚・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑
God knows how long it had been after it hit midnight when Yoongi stood in the kitchen. His eyes were red and heavy with drowsiness, but he couldn't sleep that night.
How does one sleep through a restless, biting night?
Surely not with a bad headache, or overflowing thoughts, and especially not with guilt chewing on his core.
He gulped, throat begging to be quenched as it held onto a slight, delicious, yet bothersome burning sensation. He opened the fridge and filled a glass with some water, raising it to his lips when loud a cry of his name, followed with a thud and a number of sobs, disturbed the quiet of the night and made him jump, startled.
His limbs froze in their place, glass almost slipping his hand and crashing on the floor when his sleep deprived brain realized that the muffled cries were yours.
Wide awake, he dashed after the sound. Thirst and sleep no longer occupied his mind, all he could think of was holding you in his arms.
He found you on the stairs, trembling as you wailed into your hands.
He hated it so much: seeing you in pain. He wanted nothing more than to shield you from the rainfall of your gloomy sky, from his own rainfall, from the world. How could one be an umbrella and the rain at once?
He blinked, once, twice, then gulped and heaved a deep, tired breath.
One storm doesn’t require another storm to be calmed down, that he knew. One needs to be composed and collected to stand still during a storm, that he knew as well.
With worried eyes, he gently called out your name and walked up to you, “darling, what’s wrong?”
You looked up as soon as you heard his worried voice, some tiny sense of relief washed over you when you saw him right there. A hundred daggers digged so deep into his heart and bones, aching, the moment a broken whimper of his name fell from your lips.
Without a second thought, Yoongi hugged your face to his chest. One of his hands was patting your back and the other affectionately caressed your head.
As he listened to his name that never left your lips, Yoongi held you there on the cold of the stairs with nothing but sweet nothings whispered back to your ears.
Everything he did and said was so gentle and soft, like he was so afraid you'd crack and come to tiny bits and pieces at any given moment. It all made you want to cry even harder, to hold him so tight and never let go.
Soon, when your tears started winding down, pulled away and cradled your face with his hands, palms faintly pressing on your cheeks as if he hoped to share their warmth with you.
Tender eyes met your wet ones and stared as their owner’s voice made its way through the noise of your sniffles and hiccups. He said, “It’s alright. I'm here. Talk to me, hmm?”
You answered his plea with a small nod, before wiping your tear stained skin and hugging him again. He smelt like home. You took a deep breath, greedily feeding your lungs with his lovely scent.
He hugged you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your body closer to his. He pressed light kisses on your temple, patiently waiting for you to talk.
“I had a really scary nightmare. so, so scary- I woke up, didn’t find you there- then…then I remembered the fight we had earlier. I…I thought I lost you- I'm sorry. sorry for the stupid things I said earlier. I love you so much! please don’t leave. please..”
Your voice quivered with fresh tears ready to be spilled again. Yoongi started hushing you as soon as he noticed that you were working yourself up.
Squeezing you in his arms, he whispered “I never left, and I never will.”
“I’m all right, nothing happened to me, see?” he leaned away just enough to allow you to take a quick look at his body, then added, “a stupid fight is not going to make me leave. I love you way too much for that, and I'm sorry for hurting you too.”
He could still read fear and uncertainty all over your face, and he didn't like that. He knew that you trusted him, and he didn't doubt your love for him.
At first, he didn't get it. He didn't understand the insecurities, the anxiety and the nightmares you suffered from especially after the inevitably worst of arguments that happened between you and him. But after longer and deeper talks, with you expressing your feelings and him listening with careful ears, it made much more sense to him.
Sometimes he hated himself for triggering your alarms and making it harder for you, but he knew it was neither his fault nor was it yours.
Growth and pain are two key elements that come arm in arm with love, and fights are an unpreventable part of any kind of relationship. For all that, he always ended up blaming himself for making you question your worth to him when he can't even sleep without you happily cuddling his side.
Softly, lovingly, he started prepping tender kisses over your cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, temples, all over your flushed face.
It worked like watching waving fields of green wheat dancing with the wind, your storm started to slowly die down and your heart felt at ease again. slowly, but definitely.
Smiling ever so affectionately, Yoongi sealed his reassurance with a loving kiss that consumed you whole, and it left the corners of your mouth curving up in a dazzling smile. You nuzzled his chest and sighed.
“I really hate fighting with you.” you mumbled into his clothed chest, drained and light headed from all the crying and nearly-a-panic-attack you went through.
“I know, I'm sorry. I hate it too." he whispered back.
There was a pause of comfortable silence, with both of you breathing each other in, before he wondered aloud: “did you fall down the stairs? are you okay?”
You chuckled breathily at his question, recalling the hysteria he had to deal with just a few minutes ago. But Yoongi was there, right beside you. your arms were tightly wrapped around his torso, right by your side.
He had some kind of exceptionally irrepressible magic in those fierce eyes and that gummy smile of his, you inarguably couldn’t be more grateful for that.
“I'm alright. Was too busy crying, I didn’t even feel a thing to be honest.” you said, and he giggled.
“I love when you’re clumsy like that, but please be more careful, muffin. Can’t have you hurting yourself because of me even more." Even with your face buried into the crook of his neck, you could feel and hear the heavy pout in that comment.
Huffing, you leaned away with furrowed brows and a strict gaze. Yoongi gulped. Hesitation took over him, yet he knew that honesty is the only thing that must be present to drive this conversation to an end.
Honestly brings clarity, he found himself reminding himself of that very often.
"as long as we take care of each other, it's okay. I love you." you affirmed, and perhaps Yoongi almost teared up because of the way you looked at him right then and there. He wouldn't utter a word to spoil that information out loud, though.
The shy grin and the flushed cheeks you were met with were worth risking the entire world and its eight billion residents. You couldn't help but smile and pull him into another hug.
"This is great and all, but my butt is numbed. I think there's no blood flowing down there anymore," he said, his heart swooning when you giggled at his humorous change of topic, so relieved that he was finally able to hear your brightness again.
"Let's go back to rest, darling." He stood up, grabbed your hand and squeezed it in his, then gently pulled your body up and dragged you to your shared bedroom, where everything and everyone else meant little to nothing at all as you laid in each other's arms.
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sirenlulls · 6 months
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feels like ➞ e. hewson
pairing — elijah hewson x fem!reader (gracie abrams fc)
fic type — social media au
met you at the right time. this is what it feels like!
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dreamingcloudie · 1 year
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hello! I'm kinda shy to request about this if you don't mind at all, but is it okay that you write about dottore with a s/o adopting a child and basically just cute married couples with family type of shit? it would be interesting to see his dynamic with the kid would be!
If you want too ofc! ^^
also i really like your content! it's so well written and it cheers me up so much :) 💖💕
❛❛ A Step Into Fatherhood ❜❜
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✎ ❛❛ What do you mean I'm getting soft? ❜❜
Pairing(s): Dottore x GN!Reader
Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)
Warning(s): Use of Dottore’s (speculated) real name
wc: ~3k
Notes: Oh god I'm sorry I haven’t posted in a while 😭 I was on writer's block and still kinda am. But at last, here's finally a fic!! Haven't written in a while and got rusty, so this might not be good :') Anyways, I LOVE THIS REQUEST AHHH 💕💕💕 Dadttore is so UGH 😫👌This request got me all giddy. I hope you'll like it :D
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Gentle flakes fell to the ground as you went from store to store. Your husband was in need of some materials to carry out his experiments. He asked a segment to gather them but you offered to help instead. You wanted to go out for a stroll anyways, so why not?
You were about to go back to the palace when you heard a noise coming from a nearby alleyway. It sounded like someone was rummaging through something.
You knew it was dangerous to investigate on your own without any weapons on you. But you couldn't help it, curiosity got the best of you and your legs subconsciously brought you closer towards the sounds of clanking.
Following the noise, it led you to a dumpster. The lid was closed so you weren't able to tell what was inside. Judging by the size of it though, you assumed it would be some sort of animal. You were expecting to see a raccoon when you opened the lid but what you saw made you scream and stepped back instead.
What the…
You slowly opened the lid again and an equally shocked but frightened face stared back at you. 
What is a child doing here? You thought.
It was a little girl who looked no older than ten. She was wearing a thin layer of clothing and her hair was stained. In her hands she was holding a paper plate of thrown out food from a restaurant.
When you got closer again, her hands that were holding the plate recoiled to her torso and turned into fists. Tears were forming at the corner of her eyes and her form shook.
"Hey… it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," you said in a hushed voice.
Once the little girl seemed calmed down enough, you spoke again, “What are you doing here? Where are you from?”
"I'm from over there…" She pointed. You followed where her finger was pointing at and your heart dropped.
House of the Hearth.
The orphanage where Arlecchino trained the kids to become soldiers? What was this kid doing here?
"I see… I don't know how you got here but why don't I take you back—"
"No!" She yelled, taking you off guard.
"Please… I don't want to go back there… The others are mean to me…"
She was now sobbing and you were trying to think of what to do.
She looked like she really didn't want to go back there… You would feel bad for forcing her to go back. But it couldn’t be good to just leave a kid all by herself here as well. 
From the looks of her fragile frame, she definitely hasn’t eaten a sustainable meal in a long time. Poor kid, it was cold out and that bread didn’t look edible.
What other options did you have?
You were someone who adored kids, and the protective instinct inside of you screamed.
Without thinking, you blurted out, “Why don’t you come with me? I can take you to a warmer place and give you something nicer to eat."
The little girl was hesitant, but you could see her eyes lit up a little.
“Really?”
“Of course! Being out here by yourself is dangerous anyways.”
She got out of the dumpster and approached you with small steps. Once she got close enough, you took your own coat off and draped it over her.
“There we go, this will keep you warm enough until we get back,” you muttered, gently taking her hand into yours as you made your way back to the resting quarters.
- - -
When you reached the palace, you quickly took her to your room, trying to avoid anybody on your way there. You couldn't risk letting anyone see the kid here, who knew what they would do to her if they found out she escaped Arlecchino's orphanage?
And you most certainly didn't want to face that harbinger's wrath.
You let out a breath of relief when a Fatui agent only nodded to greet you as he passed the hallway without making a comment on how your stance was off, while simultaneously holding the bag of materials at an awkward angle. You waved back at him with a sheepish smile. Once you made sure he was out of sight, you reached behind you to take a hold of the little girl's hand again before continuing on your way.
"Alright, we're almost there."
You looked both sides of the hallway, taking a double check to make sure nobody saw you before grabbing the door handle and pushing it open, pulling the kid inside with you.
The door closed with a click and you leaned against it, trying to calm down how fast your heart was beating. Archons, were you glad that Dottore convinced you to take some basic stealth lessons. You didn't think it was necessary… up until now.
"Okay, well, welcome to my room!" You walked over to a desk and set the bags there. Thinking you could just give them to your husband later.
The girl looked around your room in awe, it was huge. To her, this felt like a bedroom a royalty would own from the tales she had heard of. There was a queen-sized bed in the middle and the blankets looked really soft and fluffy. She could imagine how nice it would to sleep on it.
"Wow… I've never been in a room this big before!" She exclaimed, her eyes wandered through different pieces of furniture and objects decorating the room.
"How about we give you a nice warm bath? Then I can show you around more later."
You took her to the bathroom and ran a hot bath for her. She was making bubbles in her hands while you washed her hair, rinsing the suds off her head.
"And we're done!" You clapped your hands together, feeling satisfied with how clean she was now.
You wrapped a towel around her and took her back to your room again, digging through your closet for clothes that were suitable enough for her to wear for the time being. Fortunately for you, you were able to find some of your old clothes from when you were a kid. You didn't throw them away just in case you wanted to reminisce about your childhood.
Well, instead of sitting at the bottom of the drawer collecting dust, you could put them to good use again.
Once you were done with dressing her up, she looked at herself through the closet mirror and her eyes widened at how nice they looked on her.
"Mr(s)... Um…" 
"What's wrong?" You asked, worried that she might not like them.
"I don't know what to call you…"
That was when you realized you never told her your name, nor did she ever tell you hers.
"Ah, how could I forget! My apologies. You can call me (Y/n)! What about you, sweetie?"
Her eyes glinted at your name and smiled.
"Thank you, Mr(s) (Y/n)! I really like these clothes. They look so nice!" She paused before responding to your question.
"My name is Lilly."
Right as she finished her sentence, someone knocked on the door.
"Dear? Are you in there?" A voice you knew too well spoke.
Shoot.
It was your husband. And there was a random kid with you. 
Oh no, what am I going to tell him?! You panicked. How were you going to explain to him you brought a child to your shared bedroom?
Your thoughts were disrupted when he knocked on the door again.
"Dear? I'm coming in—" The door handle twitched, but stopped when you yelled, "Wait!"
You told the child to hide in the closet and to not come out unless you said so. A look of confusion mixed with fear appeared on her face but she obliged anyway, hiding at the corner of the closet.
Closing the closet doors, you jogged over to the bedroom door and opened it, revealing your husband who was standing there, twirling a vial of blue liquid in his hand.
"There you are, darling. That took you a while, is everything alright?" He asked.
"Oh nothing, I was just, uh, examining the materials I went to collect for you!" 
Archons, you hoped that was convincing enough.
"Really? Since when did you get interested in Chaos Cores?" He teased, showing you his signature grin.
"Just today! Haha…"
"Is that so…" He trailed off, noticing something on the ground.
"Hmm?" He hummed, taking his mask off to take a better look of the floor.
There was a water droplet. No, multiples of them.
"May I ask why the carpet is wet?"
Oh no, it must've been from the little girl's hair. It was still wet and you didn't dry it fully.
"I-I spilled some water! Yeah… I was clumsy." You smiled sheepishly at him.
He looked around the room and raised a brow.
"But I don't see a cup anywhere around here?" His attention went back to the droplets on the ground and noticed it was a trail. 
A trail leading toward the closet.
He walked over to it and stopped right in front of it. You were about to stop him but he was quicker. His hands swung the closet doors open.
From where you were standing, the clothes on the hangers casted shadows on her form and they were hiding her well. They should be able to hide her from your husband's sight too… you hoped.
But of course, with keen eyes such as his, nothing could escape him. His squinted eyes were now slightly widened. He expected to find someone or something, but definitely not a kid.
"What—"
"W-wait! Zandik, let me explain."
You told him how she ran away from the orphanage and she was all alone out there, so you wanted to help her.
"So you're telling me… this is a kid from Arlecchino's orphanage? Darling, you know how she could get if she finds out," he reasoned with you.
"I know, but she was scared! And I couldn't just leave her on the streets on her own either. So with no other choices, I decided to just take her here, and maybe take her in…" You trailed off. Gesturing to the little girl that it was safe to come out now. She got up and approached you, hiding behind your leg as she looked at Dottore.
"So, can she stay, please?"
He stared intently at the ground, seemingly deep in his thoughts.
Now, you knew that Dottore was not fond of kids. But unbeknownst to you, occasionally he would dream of having this fantasy of his. To have a little family with you…
And of course, he wasn't ready to become a father to his own kids yet, so maybe he'd take this opportunity to practice parenting.
He signed, faking his annoyance to conceal his unexplainable excitement.
"Fine, she can stay."
- - -
For the first week of her stay here, she was shy. The only person she wasn't afraid to talk to was you. She tried to talk to Dottore once but he unintentionally acted cold towards her, causing her to back away. 
You couldn't blame him though, he was awkward around kids.
So, to make it up to her in his own way, he ordered his segments to set up a new room for her.
You brought her to the room they were preparing in, wanting to know how she was liking her room so far and to also introduce her to the segments.
You knocked on the door and went in, while she trailed after you, hiding behind you as usual.
The segments stopped what they were doing and turned to the sound of someone coming in.
"Ah! So this is the kiddo Prime told us about." Beta was the first to speak.
Theta got closer to the both of you and kneeled down to Lilly's eye level. 
"Hello! I'm Theta, you must be Lilly, yes?" 
Lilly was too distracted by the white and black mask he was wearing, not listening to a single word that came out of his mouth. She tugged at your pants and said, "Mr(s) (Y/n), he looks like a clown!"
Upon hearing her words, you and the other segments began to laugh, all except for Theta.
"S-She called you a clown!" Beta wheezed.
"Quite fitting, don't you think, Theta?"
"I'm not a clown! God, what was Prime thinking when he chose to wear this mask back then…" He said, deadpan.
Omega quieted down his chuckle and asked, "So, how are you liking your room so far, little one?"
Lilly looked around the room, the wall was painted with her favorite color and animal for the pattern. The bed she was given to was smaller than the one in your room, but was still big to her. A unicorn plushie, which was made by Delta, was placed on it.
"I love it!" She bounced slightly in excitement.
- - -
For the second week, Dottore and Lilly would start to interact with each other more. He has been taking notes by observing the way you'd talk to her, how you'd take care of her… 
He was still awkward around her, of course. But at least he wasn't being cold to her anymore,  so that was an improvement. 
And Lilly, she was starting to grow more comfortable around him, as well. He wasn't as intimidating as she thought he'd be when he gifted her a mini robot, made with the leftover parts of a ruin guard. And now, she would sleep with it next to her at all times.
You were out to run some errands today, leaving Lilly in Dottore's care. She was reading a children's book on her bed, while Dottore sat next to her, patting her gently on her head.
She got to one of the pages and her eyes shined at how pretty the princess looked in the picture.
"Mr. Zanny?" She called out to him, using the nickname she gave him.
He hummed in response, signaling her to continue. 
"I want my hair to look like this pretty lady's, do you know how to do that?"
He leaned over to see an illustration of a woman with long, braided hair.
"Why yes, I do, angel. Would you like me to do that for you?" He said.
In return, he also had a nickname for her. He thought the word "angel" suited her. As she's such a pure and innocent child.
Lilly nodded eagerly and turned around, her back facing Dottore. Grabbing a brush from the vanity table, he brushed her hair and undid the tangled locks, until it was tidy enough to be put in a braid. 
You'd expect him to not know anything about braiding someone's hair but he was surprisingly good at it. 
Once he was done, he grinned at how it turned out. Lilly went over to a mirror and admired her hair, it looked neat and exactly how she thought it'd look like. 
She turned back to where Dottore and muttered out a little shy "Thank you."
- - -
It was late at night and everyone was sound asleep. Well, almost everyone.
Lilly was turning in her sleep, horrid images of scary monsters flashed in her mind and she woke up with a gasp. Her eyes darted around her room and it was dark. The moon light from the window barely lit the room up. She got out of bed and took the tiny robot Dottore made with her.
Luckily for her, the room you and Dottore slept in was not far from hers, she opened the door slightly ajar and peered inside. Noticing the two slightly moving silhouettes in the room. 
She tiptoed to your side of the bed and poked your arm.
"Mr(s) (Y/n)?" She whispered.
You were a light sleeper so it didn't take you long to stir awake.
"Mmm… Lilly? Why are you awake?" You asked, turning over to face her fully, waking your husband up as well.
"I had a nightmare and I'm scared…" She told you, her voice trembled and her arms wrapped around the robot tightly.
"Oh, you poor thing…" 
You helped her to get on the bed and laid her down between you and your husband. He yawned and was trying to comprehend why Lilly was in the bed with the two of you.
He looked at you for answers and you only said, "Nightmare." 
"Would you like to listen to a story to help you sleep, Lilly?" You asked.
She pondered for a while before answering, "Yes please."
“Let’s see… Once upon a time, there was a little girl,” you began, then looked at Dottore to continue. He groaned a little and tried to think of something in his sleepy state.
“The little girl had a knife— I mean uh… A teddy bear? His name was… Bob,” he said. Making his sentence a bit more family-friendly when you glared at him.
“She and the teddy were best friends, they would go on an adventure together.” You added more to it.
“Then the little girl later strangled the teddy—“ He stopped when you hit his arm. 
"What he meant to say was, the little girl later helped the teddy bear with a mission…"
The both of you carried the story on, well, more like you having to constantly make changes to Dottore's… questionable imagination.
But overall, it went pretty well, sometimes Lilly would snicker at the jokes Dottore made. But laughed even harder at his horrible attempt at talking in a high pitch voice to mimic the teddy bear. 
His face was red from embarrassment, to say the least, that he made a fool out of himself just to make the two of you laugh.
It was embarrassing… but it was worth it, to hear the laughter of his two sweet angels.
"And finally, Bob made it home safely… The end." You ended the story.
You turned your attention to Lilly and you could tell she was getting tired, her eyes were droopy and she could barely keep herself awake.
As her mind was about to take her away into the land of dreams, you heard her muttering.
"Night night, daddy… Night night (mommy / other daddy)..."
Bonus:
Dottore walked into Arlecchino's office and slammed some papers onto her work desk.
"The papers are signed, she is now officially my daughter."
"Very well."
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bluemoondust · 1 year
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Could You Do Yandere Headcanons For Sayori (DDLC)?
✧General Yandere Headcanons✧ — Sayori
Sayori my beloved (ღ˘ω˘ღ)
Warning(s): Unhealthy Lifestyle (On Sayori's end), Self Deprecation, Angst (I'm fr cranking this stuff up because aksjkwkwj)
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To get things started, Sayori is a very selfless yandere who only wants to make you happy. Sure, she has her moments where she'd like to be selfish with you, but the overwhelming guilt just stops her. So she's put herself in the sidelines for you. The only reason she'd actually put more into pursuing you is either you instigating (of course you none the wiser) or the thought of you never talking to her again becoming too much for her. Even before this, she cherishes you to the point where she would rather die than see you upset/disappointed in her.
In terms of what type of yandere she is, I'd say she's more of a submissive and obsessive yandere. When I mean by submissive, I am referring to the fact that Sayori is a yandere who's emotionally dependent on her darling. To an extreme, but she can manage keeping this information away from you. A large part of her believes that you are what gives her life meaning. You're the reason why she can muster the strength to get up in the morning. Without you, what is the point of it all? It is so unhealthy that Sayori gets extremely anxious when she introduces you to the literature club. Why did she even do this in the first place? She asks herself but she knows that she'd love to have her friends be friends with one another.
Plus, it'd be selfish of her to keep you to herself, she chides. It's better though...being able to spend more time with you in the club. Sayori didn't like the idea of leaving you behind for a simple get together with the others. So, what better way than to bring you along? You'd even love it! However, there's these nagging feeling. It's so...narcissistic to want to show you her writing skills. Are you annoyed that she dragged you along? Maybe you only agreed because she was your friend? Ugh, couldn't she have considered how you felt instead of assuming you'd enjoy being here? She didn't even tell you. How could she just push this onto you!? Are you upset with her? God, why can't these thoughts get out of her head!?
Then you're there. You're here. The noise is gone as she looks at the smile on your face. That's what she was always after. The smile on your face and the sound of your laughter. It's enough to bring her back to reality. She can't lose that. The thought of you leaving brings tears in her eyes as she sobs in the school bathroom. She had nightmares about it before, so Sayori works to the best of her ability to keep you happy. As long as you were happy, she was as well...
The only thing you'd notice out of all of this would be her depression and low self-esteem. You wouldn't really suspect that she was a yandere. It'd play out similar in the game, where you discover her her internal struggles and reassure her that she's not a burden. Sayori is delighted to hear that from you, but again, her thoughts eat at her. She's upset that she made you worry so much about her. It must've been such an inconvenience... You'd have to be very adamant with her, which only causes her to have the need to cling even more. You're only digging a deeper hole.
Sayori doesn't get jealous, she feels envy. She is envious of others who hang out with you. They are so carefree. So free. They didn't hold the gnawing guilt of being too clingy or annoying around you. They can freely be themselves without trouble. She wanted to do that too, but fears she may overstep. She's already your childhood friend, you're probably tired of seeing her too often. It's better to see other people once in a while. Sometimes Sayori would like to be able to read your mind. Then she'd be able to cater to you better. It wouldn't be so hard to guess or assume.
When it comes to danger, she's more of a danger to herself than anyone else. So please keep in mind to watch over her since she may neglect her basic needs. Sayori will lose sleep and forget to eat often. She'll try to act like her bubbly self, but you notice it's not the same. Her eyes don't shine like they always do and her smile seems tired. Confronting her is good, but she will be sent into a spiral. Although she loves the fact that you care so much for her, the ugly thoughts in her mind say that she hates how much attention she's getting for this. They tell her how much she's making herself look pitiful just for you to look only at her. It's...extremely conflicting.
It's a completely different story when she becomes club president as finally wakes up to the true reality. Everything...was fake? No. Her feelings for you weren't fake, they were real. So real that it hurt. Whatever opinion she had on Monika before being a yandere is now...resentment. It was not Sayori who was selfish, it was Monika. She made her feel so awful about loving you to the point of...her mind couldn't fathom such actions. Now, she knew that she couldn't let go of you. Not ever. No matter how much the former club president pleaded for the game to stop. It's too bad, Sayori was now in charge. Just Sayori.
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heyheymarrymearchie · 11 months
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now that i've had the chance to rewatch sunflowers, here we go:
my s3e6 commentary
(aka my thoughts about the new episode, in chronological order, with no other context)
keeley’s pink fur coat is a MAJOR slay (the whole outfit is, really)
higgins had me SHRIEKING the way he just walks away after saying he's going to the red light district with no explanation
KEELEY! HOT DATE ALERT! I LOVE YOU
live laugh love :) so true sam :)
dani suggesting naps I LOVE HIM
HIGGINS AGAIN
ok but the fact that the intro isn’t until 7 minutes into the episode—
JAMIE’S CARTWHEEL
bald guy kinda hot tbh
DETECTIVE BUMBERCATCH
dani and his tulip!!!!
trent sitting in the fruitiest way possible
him suggesting a museum tour is so me
the little girl’s room is so cute
THE MOOVEH
the whole don’t do drugs speech, immediately cut to beard saying lets do drugs
BUMBERCATCH CHECKING THE VOTES BECAUSE ISAAC CAN’T COUNT
himbo dani writing in spanish
sam being so real
TRENT’S LEOPARD PRINT SHOE CATCHING THE DOOR KILLED ME ON THE SPOT
when bald guy said rebecca was bleeding and then pointed downward, WHY was my first thought that she had gotten her period
i’m truly a sucker for characters that don’t have names
jamie joking about how much of a prick he used to be! growth!
colin being so nervous when he gets there I WANT TO GIVE HIM A HUG
please trent, as much as i love your flair for the dramatic, in what world did it seem like a good idea to sneak up behind colin at a gay bar?? i love you but WHAT
REBECCA WITH HER HAIR DOWN LOOKS SO PRETTY! AND THAT DRESS!
rebecca being so cute
i love that not one but TWO adult characters on the show canonically couldn’t ride a bike
the scene where jamie is teaching roy how to ride a bike might be the greatest thing to ever grace my tv screen, i cannot stop smiling
this higgins/will friendship is so cute
trent gay confirmed had me SCREAMING
trent’s little nose scrunch when they cheers!!!!!! ugh!!!! i love him!!!!
colin’s monologue has me feeling too many emotions
“i don’t want to be a spokesperson” what if i cried and sobbed.
ted looking at the sunflowers, and showing all the van gogh paintings, oh god oh i’m feeling things
THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGG
my poor jamie i’m so sorry, don’t worry i’ll go beat your dad with a rope at 4 am <3
high but-not-actually-high ted is so funny
BACK TO PRETTY REBECCA WITH HER HAIR DOWN YESSSS she’s gotta wear her hair down more often
gezellig :,)
ted learning about triangles I COULD NOT STOP LAUGHING, IT FELT LIKE A VIDEO I WOULD’VE WATCHED IN MATH CLASS AS A KID (what’s that disney one?)
THE WHOLE MONTAGE WHILE HIGGINS IS PLAYING— i cannot even begin to express how much i love it
trent you can’t dance but it’s ok i love you so much
(and i love seeing him casual and just wearing a t shirt AAAAH)
himbos in crop tops himbos in crop tops himbos in crop tops himbos in-
THE VANILLA VODKA
ew not the foot massage
will talking to his mom on the phone hehehehehe
ROY AND JAMIE ROLLING UP ON THE BIKE TOGETHER AAAAAAHAHAAAAAA
rebecca singing again :,) nature is healing
colin squeezing trent’s shoulder while singing everything is gonna be alright, and then trent’s adorable smile????? i’m crying
all in all, this is definitely my new favorite episode. i laughed, i cried, i saw jamie do a cartwheel. it was perfect. so much love. <3
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helllooo!!
i hope you’re all doing well!
just gon leave my overall thoughts on this spectacular, insane, gut wrenchingly beautiful chapter:
- first, thea your writing has me rocking back and forth insanely while sobbing with taylor swift on loud speaker in the background. it’s just. ugh. it’s so. you’re so talented <3
- michael. inhalers should be put in your silly little fanny pack at all times. just shove your snacks into your pockets if you’re that desperate
- lucas is always right.
- hopper knows
- i keep re-reading the asthma attack scene (beforehand) and i have no idea why will was crying - feel like i’ve missed smth but it really showed that mike does, in fact, — no matter how hard he tries to deny this — care about will and i think that perfectly sets their relationship into the ground if yk what i mean?
- will flinches a lot and this will probably be brought up again?? i think it aligns with his dad, lonnie, as in “follow the sparks (i’ll drive)” (which may i say is BEAUTIFULLY written by suni) it’s shown that will has a fear of cars driving past a certain limit - even though mike was driving somewhere around 85 (i forget now but i’m trying) because of lonnie. feel like this’ll be brought up again.
- “Like – what might Will do, if Mike were to kiss somewhere that wasn’t his lips? If he didn’t give Will a clean break; if he were messy about it when he pulled his mouth away from Will’s, if he trailed his kisses along Will’s skin instead? Would Will like it, if Mike used his mouth to trace along the length of his jaw, down to his neck, working his way into that nook of space behind Will’s ear? Would he get mad, Mike muses, if Mike bit into his skin where his neck meets his shoulder, or would he be okay with a bite like that? Would he push Mike away, or would his breath hitch, would his fingers tighten in Mike’s hair, would he bring his other hand up to cradle Mike’s head, too? Would he also have the thought that not all the marks they leave on each other have to hurt – that not all of them need bandaids to heal, that some of them can be smoothed over with a kiss instead? Will’s breath hitches, and all ten of his fingers are knotted into Mike’s hair, and Mike kisses the spot he’s sunk his teeth into so swiftly . . . Mike wonders if he’s gotten carried away, if he got so engrossed in whether or not he could do something, he hadn’t stopped to consider whether or not he should. He brushes another kiss against Will’s skin, apologetic and cautious, and then another – further up, back by his ear, right at the curve of his jaw.” okay, i LOVE the way you’ve characterised mike here. the fact that he’s an over thinker, he over thinks how will is feeling, he over thinks if he’s doing the right thing and overall is being tender with affection as he, quote-unquote, “doesn’t hate will — and that’s all he’s willing to admit”. gotcha buddy…
- “i like your bucket” i had a cheeky giggle
- “Mike thinks he would very much like to hate Will – he thinks his life might be a lot easier if he did. But he doesn’t, and that’s as much as he’s willing to admit.” excuse me. ex—fucking—scuse me?? evil. evil for that ending. you know. you know what you’re doing. and it’s painful >:(
- last, but oh ho-ho not the least. i kid you not when will kissed mike i had to pause. take a large, over exaggerated step back. blink. blink again. look around. then, re-read the first sentence. and scream.
no but seriously, this chapter was absolutely beautiful. again, thea, your writing is amazing and it’s so refreshing to read.
furthermore, please don’t feel like you have to get a chapter done by a dead line if there is something that causes a slower pace! take all the time you need! <3
HELLO!!! WE ARE DOING GREAT!!!!! i am Sat for this ask ty for leaving all your thoughts!! let me try to respond point by point:
SHSH HH . SHH. HSHHHHHSHHSHHSH . why would you say that. WHY WOULD YU SAY THAT!!!!!!! now iiii am rocking back and forth insanely while sobbing with taylor swift on loud speaker in the background!!!!!!!!!
he is more frequently hungry than he is having an asthma attack!!!!!!! he's a growing boy!!!!! let him live!!!!!!!!!
lucas IS always right.
hopper probably definitely knows.
it's not super obvious in the narrative because mike has an asthma attack before he can bring it up LOL but since i'm not sure if it gets addressed in ch05, as the Author, i will confirm: will is a frustrated crier! he is frustrated at himself for the circumstances they've found themselves in and because max and justin are both rightfully mad at him so he is assuming Everyone hates him. he didn't get the same pep talk from max that mike got from lucas so he's just in his feels a little bit! he's good tho fr :)
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we ummm. we all love writing mike as an overthinker because that's just #true so the kiss scene was fun bc it was like. mike's actions were being carried out through his thoughts and it was a neat little trick to balance as a writer :')
i personally actually fr say "any questions? comments? concerns? complaints? compliments?" to my team in shift meetings so that was fun to bring in here and it was a nice moment to diffuse the tension LOL
mwhaha and hehe and hoohoo and so on and so forth
thank you so much for your kind words and leniency with the chapter going up!! i am sure that it Will happen again so to have the reassurance of everyone's patience has been so nice :') <3
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anon asked:
okay here comes an oddly specific whump scenario i like! i‘d love to see how you write it :)
whumpee struggles with some problems and tends to drown them out in alcohol. one day when they get home drunk in the middle of the night, their parents are waiting for them with a suitcase full of their stuff, giving it to whumpee and telling them that they are no longer welcome here. in their despair, whumpee calls the only very close friend they have (caretaker) for help. the problem is that whumpee is still very wasted and not making much sense. caretaker comes to pick them up and whumpee sobs into their shoulder. in the end whumpee comes to live at caretakers home <3
(not sure if it hits a squick for you as bad parents are involved in the beginning, if it does, feel totally free to either ignore this prompt or change it up. so that maybe whumpee gets thrown out of a group home or something)
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tw bad parents, alcohol, addiction whump, emeto
"We have enough problems between the two of us. We don't need an alcoholic of a child on top of it."
Whumpee staggered along the sidewalk, trying to drag their suitcase with one hand while dialling their friend with the other. Their phone's screen was cracked in several places, and with how drunk they were, they could barely make out the names of the contacts.
"It's fucked up," they muttered. Their tears were falling freely, further obstructing their already swimming vision. "It's fucked up, they're my parents. What do you mean you don't need me? Did I ask to be fucked into the world? Fuck you. Fuck you."
They tripped and caught themself in the last moment, feeling almost grateful that at least they didn't concuss themself. They decided to sit down on the nearest bench while they made the call; Caretaker didn't need to hear them fall on their ass in their drunken stupor in real time.
The phone barely rang two times when their friend picked up. "Whumpee?" They already sounded concerned. Whumpee tried to recall how many times they'd cried wolf recently, but they couldn't even remember. "Everything okay?"
"I'm fine. Hey... Can I come over?"
"Yeah, of course. Are you crying? What's going on?"
Fuck. "No, I'm just... outside. It's cold. So I'm sniffling."
"Why are you outside at 2 am?"
"What's it to you?" they snapped. "I was just– I was taking a walk, and then I thought... I wanted somewhere warm..."
"How much did you drink? Where are you? I'll pick you up. Are you gonna be okay until I get there?"
"I'm not a child. I'm fine. I'm, uh..." Whumpee tried to make out the name of the street, but the letters danced and swirled and made their head hurt. "Fuck, you know where I am, I'm in that... that area with the, like... the park, and the school, and..."
"Gotcha. Don't move."
"Wait–"
"Hm?"
Whumpee swallowed. "Can you stay on the phone? I don't like this place. Just put me on speaker or something while you drive. Please?"
"What do you mean you don't like it? Whumpee, are you okay? Is someone bothering you?"
"I'm fine! I'm fine, there's no one here, I..." Their voice broke as they looked around the empty street, barely illuminated by a lamp way too far away. "I'm alone. I'm so alone. Can you hurry?"
"Two minutes, angel. Sit tight."
Whumpee couldn't remember what they talked about while they waited. At some point they stretched out on the bench and almost fell asleep, and they didn't even realise they were hearing Caretaker's voice both from the phone and from a few feet away. They barely reacted when their friend shook them by the shoulders.
"What's with the suitcase, Whumpee?" Caretaker asked, worried out of their mind. Whumpee couldn't understand why. They hated their parents anyway. "What did your parents do? Did you run away?"
"'m sleepy," they slurred, closing their eyes again. "Take m' home... please..."
"Alright, alright. Up we go."
The whole world tilted as Whumpee was pulled upright, and they immediately turned away and retched. "Ugh... Gross... Sorry..."
"Don't worry about it," Caretaker said gently. "Let's go home."
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10 Fanfictions that Characterised Rose Weasley Better than the Cursed Child
1. Four Times Rose Weasley Woke Up In Places Other Than Her Bed - Maybe the best Rose Weasley written out there (take notes Jack Thorne). Rose’s narration is absolutely brilliant due to her relativity and funniness. There are so many embarrassing things she does and you just cringe for her. And I am happy that the writer did not write her as a perfect human who is beautiful and poised all the time. Despite this, Rose IS a very endearing person although she pretends to be tough around Scorpius. She is definitely her own person and her love life doesn't define her as she is focused on her career and dreams. And can we appreciate badass Rose Weasley kicking ass in the Quidditch field? Yes please!
2. This Is(n't) Acting - This fan fiction is so beautiful (SOBS). I think one of the reasons why the relationship is so beautiful is because Rose brings the best out of Scorpius. She was extremely awkward, but had a kind and caring heart. While she was self-conscious, she also seemed to value herself and didn't let anyone treat her like shit. One of the reasons why I loved Rose was because she was imperfect. She had heaps of embarrassing moments, can be impulsive, had a temper and made plenty of mistakes. Nonetheless, her affectionate nature and character development is enough for you to fall in love with her, very much like Scorpius did.
3. Solitary Confinement - You must be wondering...why am I putting a smut fan fiction on this list? Other than this being one of the best Scorose smut fan fictions ever, Rose’s character was full of energy and spark. She is passionate, she is courageous and she is not afraid to get what she wants (intimate time with Scorpius). Under her feisty attitude, she has a compassionate heart and does what she thinks is right, despite the consequences. She won't sit back and see Muggles suffering. I appreciated her sense of justice, which is a trait that she would undoubtedly have.
4. The Thing (that is by no means a relationship) - One thing I like about Rose in Graeliars’ stories is that she is very blunt and direct with people and her own internal monologues. Which provides so much comedy and makes you appreciate her character. She is incredibly authentic, vivacious, adventurous and kind-hearted. These are all the qualities Rose would undoubtedly have. I also love the relationship she has with Scorpius! It is so sweet and fluffy (with smut)
5. Adverse Side Effects - Ugh, this story gives me all the feels!! This story is from Scorpius’ point of view so you see how he falls for Rose over the course of the story. One thing that is for certain is that Rose’s loving nature, bravery and kindness is positively influencing Scorpius’ life. She definitely has Hermione’s intelligent, dedicated and sensible nature as well as Ron’s wisecracking humour and loyalty. She treats everyone around her with kindness, is dedicated and she is sassy as hell.  The dialogue between Scorpius and Rose is some of the best I’ve ever read as well (and the story is romantic as hell too)
6. One of the Boys - Yes, Rose is “not like other girls” here. While I am not fond of this trope, Rose’s character retained energy and charisma nonetheless. I really liked the male friendships she had as it provided enough banter and laughter. Despite that she was a tomboy, she had relatively good relationships with her female cousins, which I liked. She also learns to appreciate femininity in some regard and pleased herself. I am sick of fanfictions where Rose is Hermione’s clone and has none of Ron’s characteristics. In this fan fiction, she was definitely Ron’s daughter as she was funny and was not afraid to let loose.
7. Before Malfoy Had It Going -  (The author of the story deleted bot of her stories but she said she was planning on updating them. So I linked her profile @weasleykingrocks )The prequel to Malfoy's Got It Going (so when she was a teenager). I think she is the perfect combination of Ron and Hermione. She is funny, loves Quidditch and is sarcastic whilst being a perfectionist and overachiever. One thing I appreciated is Rose’s constant need to live up to her parents. Yes, Ron and Hermione are awesome, but it would be hard for their daughter being compared to their hero status. Thus, you feel awful for her as she is drowning in negativity and self-doubt. Her relationship with Albus and Scorpius is special, as you could see her imperfections and love for others. 
8. Malfoy’s Got It Going - Rose is the perfect combination of Ron and Hermione. She is friendly and charming, but is stern and tough when life is difficult. She is funny and playful but she is emotional and hot-tempered. She is intelligent and sweet, but she can be argumentative and judgemental. One thing that the writer was able to pull off well was her charisma and why many of the people around her were drawn to her. She has a heart of gold and her relationship with Scorpius and Albus is beautifully written. Despite this, Rose is not morally perfect and is capable of doing awful things. As we see, she does certain things that are definitely problematic, which allows character development.
9. Art and Alchemy - @languidbones In most Scorose fan fictions, Rose is written as a popular, sassy and fierce Gryffindor who intensely plays Quidditch and studies all the time. Rose in this fan fiction is completely different from anything I've ever read. She’s a quirky Hufflepuff who has no interest in studying or Quidditch and spends all her free time painting. I’ve become so comfortable with Gryffindor Rose who is academically competitive, a Quidditch star and has a feisty personality. This Rose is absolutely adorable, creative, endearing and she will make your heart melt. 
10. Bouquet of Scandals - @languidbones Believe me when I tell you that this fan fiction has made me laugh, cry, gush, smile, scream and everything in between. Partly because of Rose’s fascinating and unique character. She has her undivided attention to magical creatures, her pygmy puff and classical music. She isn’t interested in studying, Quidditch, or dating, until she spends time with Scorpius. The fan fiction is utterly beautiful and captivating, with a Rose Weasley who is so loveable and you don’t question why half the boys in her school fall in love with her. It’s best if you just jump to it and read the whole thing. I hope the author writes more!
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Like Me Again
Eddie Munson x FReader
Summary: Everything is going swimmingly with Eddie. I could not be happier. But one day, everything just takes a turn for the worse. Angst, hurt/comfort
Word Count: 3,883
A/N: Heyyyyyy. I'm going through some good ol' life shit, abandonment issues for the win, am I right? So I'm sorry if this is a mess and not well done, I was literally sobbing while writing this. Also, the reader has a good relationship with her father, I'm sorry if that seems unrealistic. I just like my dad and refuse to write anything about a bad dad.
This is the longest thing I've ever written. I'm not very proud of it, but I hope you enjoy. <3
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Eddie and I have been dating for just a little over 3 months now and everything is going great. We have movie nights every single week on Friday at his house. We have a going out date every other week on Wednesday. We even have some spontaneous dates every now and then. I stay out of his Hellfire stuff because I simply don’t understand D&D. And we’re obviously together every day during lunch. Which is where we’re at now, lunch on Friday. 
I land in the seat next to him with a bit of a huff, exhausted from my last period. I place my chin on his shoulder, excited to see him. “Hi Eddie Bear.”  
He gives me a small smile and pats my head before wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Hey sweetheart. Boring class?” 
“Ugh, yes. We were working on rhetorical analysis. I don’t understand it at all.” He chuckles a little and gives me a little kiss on the lips. He then feeds me the food that I brought with me, understanding that I simply could not be bothered.  
“Are you excited for movie night tonight?” He asks me. 
“You know I am. What are we watching tonight?” 
“The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2.” 
“Noooooo, you know how I am with horror movies!” 
Eddie gives me a big toothy grin. “That’s exactly why we watch them. It’s fun when you have to hide in me. And then you have to stay the night because you’re too scared to go home.” 
I give him the biggest pout I could muster. “You just like it when I suffer.” 
He laughs out loud, “You know I do!” 
That night I head over to his house already wearing my comfy pajamas and my fluffiest blanket- it’s Eddie’s favorite to cuddle under. Before I can even knock on the door, Eddie is opening it, having heard my car. 
I just have to stare at his glorious countenance, thinking about how lucky I got to be with such a handsome and cute man, his big brown eyes always carrying such love and kindness for me. His smiles that never seem to not light up a room. And it’s all mine. 
After staring at him for just a little longer, I realize he’s trying to get my attention and give him a smile. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at me in silence for 30 seconds.” 
“Yeah. I’m wonderful. Just thinking about how much I love you and ow lucky I am.” 
Eddie practically melts at that, looking down with a huge smile trying to hide his blush. “You’re just trying to butter me up so we don’t have to watch the scary movie, aren’t you Princess?” 
I bite my lip with a little shake of my head. “Maybe.” 
He grabs my arm and pulls me close, holding me against his body. “It’s not going to work. I’ve learned of your temptress ways.” We both laugh a little as he wraps his arm around me, shutting the door at the same time. Eddie places a quick kiss on the top of my head before muttering, “I love you, too.” That’s always been my favorite thing to hear from him. 
We head over to the couch and set up everything we’ll need for our movie session, popcorn, skittles, m&ms, all the good stuff.  
After the movie is over, I’m clinging to Eddie with my entire being, my arms wrapped around one of his and my legs wrapped tight around his hips. He plays with the ends of my hair as he laughs at me. “Come on baby girl, it wasn’t that bad.” 
I turn my head to look at him with a small glare and pout, which just makes him laugh harder at my predicament. “Yes it was. It was awful. I can’t believe you made me watch that. 
Eddie simply shakes his head and picks me up- I refuse to place my feet on the floor when I’m scared. The monsters might be under ALL of the furniture- and takes me to his bed to sleep. He wraps his arms around me just as tight as my legs are around him, kissing the top of my head before whispering a sweet and gentle goodnight.  
In the morning, he sends me off with a full belly of eggs, toast, and apple juice, along with a kiss and a request that I call him when I get home so he knows I’m safe. Which I do, of course. It ends up being a 3 hour phone call before my mom gets mad and makes me get off so she can talk to one of her friends about a lunch they’re having. 
Monday morning, Eddie comes to pick me up for school. He comes and knocks on my door, doesn’t give me a kiss on the head for some reason, opens the van door for me and drives us to school. 
“Hey Eddie Bear. How’d you sleep?” 
“Good.” He lets out a sigh having to answer that simple question. He would usually tell me about how he would have slept much better if I were with him, or tell me about a crazy dream that he had. But he probably just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, we all have those days. 
“Did you have any fun dreams?” 
“No.”  
The rest of the car ride is spent in an uncomfortable silence. 
When we get to school, he comes and opens my door for me and offers his hand to help me out. I take it and go to hold it after I’m down, but he just pulls his hand away from me. He doesn’t talk to me for the rest of the morning, just brushing off every comment I make in attempt for conversation. 
When lunch comes around, I come and sit in my chair, trying to be more cheerful than usual for his sake, and rest my head on his shoulder, but he moves to get me off. “Hey Eddie Bear.” 
“Hey.” 
“How was class?” 
“Same as usual.”  
I nod and look at him. “Can you look at me for a second?” He does. His lips are set in a stiff line and his eyes still hold the same loving look in them, but with a feeling that I don’t quite understand. “Are you okay?” 
He nods and goes back to staring at the table, not even touching his lunch. I can tell something’s wrong, but I trust he’ll tell me when he’s ready. We agreed to never hide something that is bugging us from the other, deciding that communication is one of the biggest and most important parts of our relationship. 
After school, I get the same treatment as I did this morning. He walks me to my door and is about to walk away when I grab his hand. “Eddie, do you want to come in? Talk?” He shakes his head and continues to stare at the ground. “Okay, I love you. I hope tomorrow is better.” He simply nods before leaving me. I watch him get in his van and drive away before I head inside.  
When I get to my bed is when my brain starts working in overdrive, thinking about every piece of our interaction today and on Friday. Everything seemed normal and perfect on Friday. What did I do wrong? 
Am I too annoying? 
Am I too clingy? 
Is he tired of me?  
Is he cheating on me and that’s why he looked so off and maybe guilty during lunch? 
I can feel the tears want to start running, but I hold them back. No, I know he loves me. He would never do anything to hurt me. He tells me all the time that I am the light of his life. But what the hell is going on? 
This continues on Tuesday. But when I come to lunch today, Eddie’s interacting happily with the boys and I feel the pain in my chest lighten slightly. He’s finally in a better mood. It was just a fluke. 
However, when I sit down and try to hold his hand, he goes quiet and quickly moves his hand out of the way. I close my fist and shake it a little before pulling it back into my own lap. 
“Hey guys, hey Eddie Bear. What were you talking about?” I look to Eddie to answer my question, but it’s Gareth who speaks up. 
“We were just talking about how epic the last campaign was and how excited we are for the one tonight,” He speaks animatedly, something that Eddie does, did, a lot, too. 
That makes me smile, happy that Eddie is still doing something he’s passionate about while he’s going through such a hard time. “That’s awesome! Do you think I could maybe come and watch tonight? I’ve been kind of curious how your campaigns go.” 
Eddie is quickly shaking his head. “No, you wouldn’t understand anything that’s going on.” 
“Oh, um, okay. Sorry.” Did he just call me dumb? I mean, I might not understand what’s going on, but there’s always the possibility that I might. My heart sinks a little. Eddie has never said anything to me that could be rude. Ever. 
I space out for the rest of the lunch period, thinking about what Eddie just said, and how he’s been acting. Maybe he thinks I’m just too dumb to be his girlfriend. I have pretty average grades, but I don’t have much street smarts, I guess.  
Maybe I just need to learn about it on my own, then I can impress him and maybe try to either make my own character or even my own campaign! I can even ask my dad- who started playing a couple years ago with a few of his buddies- for help!  
I smile a little before the bell rings, blow Eddie a quick kiss and head off to my next period with a pep in my step. 
When Eddie drives me home, I go in and raid my dad’s stack of D&D books in the corner of our dining room, reading through everything and taking notes.  
The next day when Eddie cancels our Wednesday date to do who knows what, I’m not as disappointed as I imagined I would be, just excited to get back to learning about the things that my boyfriend is passionate about.  
The treatment continues all through to Friday. When I sit down for lunch, I turn my entire body to face Eddie. 
“Hey Eddie Bear, so I’ve been thinking about our movie date tonight. I kind of want to just talk to you instead of watch the movie. I’ve been working on something I think you’ll absolutely love.” 
He won’t even make eye contact with me as he says, “Um, sure. I guess we can do that.” As the days have been going on, Eddie has been looking less and less frustrated. At least with everyone else. It hurts, but I’m going to make everything better tonight, I just know it. 
So when I show up that night with my pajamas- and both a character sheet and a fun campaign that my dad helped with- in my backpack instead of wearing them, I’m literally dancing around as I wait for Eddie to open the door after I knock.  
When he does, I launch myself into his arms, hugging him as tight as I can, and he just holds his arms up in the air, as if hugging me back might hurt him. So I let him go and go sit on his couch. “Hey Eddie Bear! Are you ready to have your socks absolutely blown off?” 
He scratches at the back of his head and looks down at his feet, mumbling a little, “I’m not wearing socks,” which is the closest to a real conversation I’ve had with all week, so I giggle for a good five seconds before I get a hold of myself. 
“Okay, well I’m about to blow your mind. At least I hope so.” I pull out all the papers that I had carefully placed in a little folder to present them to him. 
“What is this?” He takes it and flips through the first few pages not really looking at them.  
“Well,” I start, drawing out the l, “I know I haven’t exactly been the best girlfriend and haven’t been showing an interest in your favorite game, so I did a bunch of research and made my own character! I even had my dad help me write a campaign!” He plops down on the recliner next to the couch as he starts actually reading through it.  
When he finishes, he clears his throat and says, “This is sweet and I appreciate the thought, but I still don’t think you would understand anything that happens in the game.”  
I deflate only a little. “But that’s the great part, my dad agreed to help me learn everything about it! He and his friends are starting a new campaign soon and they’re going to make it a little easier for me to learn, so I can finally come play with you!” 
He runs his hand over his face in exasperation with a small groan. “But I don’t want you to come play with us, alright? You happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?” 
Now that’s what deflates me completely. My face falls and I feel my tears threatening to come back, but I refuse to cry over something like this. OF course, he wouldn’t want me to come play with them. This is something he does with his friends, we spend enough time together. “Oh, um, I’m sorry for overstepping. I understand why you wouldn’t want me to play with you guys.” Eddie just looks at me in silence, not giving away anything he’s thinking about through his expression. 
“Do you,” I start, my voice cracking so I clear my throat, “do you think we could maybe watch a movie now?” 
“You said you didn’t want to watch one, so I didn’t rent one.” He is continuing to be very short with me. 
“Oh, can I still spend the night though?” 
“I think it would be best if you left, honestly.” 
I officially feel a tear slide down my cheek as I nod and stand up. “Okay, I love you. I’m sorry I upset you.” I pick up my stupid papers and shove them in my backpack before leaving. I take a glance back at him before I leave. He’s sitting with a hand over his mouth, his leg bouncing as he stares at the wall away from me.  
When I get home, I immediately run to my room, sobbing silently into my pillow, hoping nobody else in the house can hear me.  
As I lie there, I think about other ways that I could try to be a better girlfriend, what else I can do to make him like me again.  
I spend the rest of the weekend trying to hide my hurt feelings from my family and not looking forward to Monday.  
On Sunday night, Eddie calls. He tells me he can’t give me a ride to school tomorrow. Which is fine, I can’t bear to continue to be a disappointment to him. 
I don’t sit with the group during lunch. I go to the library, still trying to figure out what I can do to appeal to my boyfriend once more.  
When I first walk in, I take a look at the bulletin board, and suddenly a lightbulb goes off. Sitting in the middle of the board is a flyer to Corroded Coffin’s performance at the Hideout every Saturday night. Of course! Eddie and I don’t share much of an interest in music, but I can learn to love it! I can feel my spirit start to return. 
As soon as school lets out, I run to the music store. I go through the cassettes and do my best to remember the bands that Eddie loves, and buy every one that I can find.  
I continue to not sit with the boys at lunch, instead I sit in the library listening to as much metal music as I can. I do the same when I’m at home and even in my car. And on Friday, after Eddie finds me to tell me that he can’t watch a movie with me tonight, I go shopping for a more metal outfit that I can wear to his show tomorrow. I end up with a black tank and a black ripped skinny jeans, finding some chains that match Eddie’s, loving the fact that I’ll get to match my sexy boyfriend. 
When I show up to the Hideout, Corroded Coffin is already set up and on stage, about ready to start their performance. I look around and find some other metalheads, a few of them girls, and a few drunk dudes strewn about the joint.  
Eddie starts playing a song I don’t recognize, and he looks completely in his element. I imagine it’s similar to how he looks when he is playing D&D, and it just makes me fall deeper in love with him.  
When he starts singing, I can’t help but cheer along with all the other metals, remembering all those nights that Eddie would sing my favorite songs to me after we would watch a horror movie to help calm me down.  
When the song ends he takes a hold of the microphone to speak, “This next one goes out to my favorite fan,” he must have seen me! I’m so glad I put in the extra effort to be here. “Bethany.” Then a slower song starts, and I immediately recognize it as a song that he always sang to me.  
I look at the other girls and can tell which one is Bethany. All the other ones are looking at her and giving her knowing looks.  
When I look up, I see Eddie looking right at her, playing and singing for her. So I leave.  
When I make it to my car, I slam my forehead into the steering wheel with a scream before I start sobbing into the silence. I rip off the ugly chain that was supposed to match him, not caring that it ripped the belt loops on my pants. Rub at the makeup I put on to match the other girls and come to a decision. 
I have to end things with Edie. 
He made it pretty obvious that things were over between us, he just didn’t have the balls to do the messy breakup thing. So I’ll do it for him. On Monday. 
On Monday, I get to school before Eddie does, and I leave a note in his locker asking to meet up at the spot in the woods after school. If he thinks it’s for a drug deal, he won’t back out. He needs all the money he can get to take Bethany out on nice dates like he did me. 
After school, I let him get to the spot first, that way he won’t have a chance to see me and run.  
When I get there, I call out to him. He turns and his eyes widen as he stiffens. My heart tightens as I look at him, still absolutely in love with him. 
“Edward.” He winces. I never use his legal name. 
“Y/N. What’s going on?” 
“Nothing. Just decided I could show some mercy on you and do this for you. We’re over. I can’t do this anymore.” 
His brows furrow. “Do this for me? Sweetheart, do you think I want to break up with you?” 
“You’ve made it pretty damn obvious. Especially on Saturday night when you dedicated a song to another girl.”  
“You came to my show?” 
“Yes, Eddie! I came to your show! Like I should have the whole time, because that’s what a good girlfriend would do! I’m sorry I’m such a shitty girlfriend and I didn’t support you as much as I should have.” My emotions are starting to pour over once again as I feel my throat tighten and hear my voice break. “I’m so sorry I drove you away. I didn’t mean to. I just wish you could have told me before you decided I wasn’t worth it anymore. I would do anything to make you happy.” At this point the tears flowing hot and free. I can’t even see Eddie from how my eyes are watering. 
I’m shocked when he pulls me into him, burying his face in my hair. “Baby girl, you are not a bad girlfriend. Shit,” I hear his voice break now too. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to break up. I just got so scared.” 
“W-Why would you get scared?” 
“After you told me that you were thinking about how lucky you are, it got me thinking. About how you could do so much better. And I thought that if you looked at me long enough you’d realize that and just leave me. So I shut down and shut you out. I’m so sorry.” He starts rocking us back and forth. 
“B-But I love you so much,” a whole new wave of tears starts pouring down my face as I think about how much I really do. “You’re the best boyfriend I could ever have. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I thought you were getting tired of me because I wasn’t interested in all the stuff you are.” 
“Is that why you learned about D&D? Because you wanted me to like you?” I nod. “And why you came to my show on Saturday?” 
“Mhm. Even bought a whole new outfit to match you and everything.” 
“Oh baby girl, I’m so sorry you felt like that.” He kisses the top of my head again. “I promise I love you. I could never get tired of you.” 
“So,” I sniffle, “who’s Bethany and why did you sing that song to her? I thought that was only for me.” 
“Bethany is our biggest supporter. She gave us large donations after our first performance so we could get new instruments. And she specifically requested that song. Some of our audience likes more boring music like you.” 
“Hey!” I pull out of his embrace to smack his arm. “Not cool man.” He laughs and cups both my cheeks to give me a gentle kiss, the first one in so long.  
When we pull away, we both have huge smiles, and when I look in his eyes, I can see the love he has for me back in his eyes. “So is she still your favorite fan?” 
“Not if you’re a fan, Princess.” He messes up my hair but I don’t care. 
“Of course I’m a fan. My boyfriend is rocking on a super cool guitar and singing sexy metal music. Which I listened a bunch to and actually really enjoyed. 
He lights up even more at that. “Really?” I nod. “That’s awesome! But now I kind of want to see the outfit you bought just for me.”  
I grab his hand and drag him back to our cars, “Right this way, Eddie Bear.” 
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scenesofobx · 2 years
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Lies, Drugs & Withdrawals
Summary: You confess to your boyfriend that you'd been lying to him about being clean.
A/N: Really loved writing this one. I've never written for Fez before so I hope this is alright.
Warnings: angst, self-deprecating talk, lying, small mention of physical abuse (doesn't happen), mentions of drugs, rehab, addiction, withdrawals and relapsing.
Word Count: 1.5k
Not fully proofread, so please let me know if you spot any grammar or punctuation errors.
Written for: @storytellingwitht, love you bestie <3
"I'm a terrible person", I blurted out while sitting on the couch watching Stand By Me with Fez and Ash.
Fez looked at me with a confused expression clouding his face, "What? Where did that come from Ma?"
"The deep depths of my soul", a sigh escaping your lips at your statement.
"Yo, is she high or somethin'?", Ash asked his brother.
"Nah, she doesn't fuck with drugs anymore, bro"
"Oh yeah shit, I forgot you cut her off"
"Yep, he cut me off alright... but you find ways and means", the words slipping out before my dazed mind could register what I had just said.
"What do you mean you 'find ways and means', what does that mean?", Fez asks, concern and anger darkening the usually calm blue of his eyes, turning them a deeper blue, the same blue I'd seen his eyes go when he beat the shit out of Nate Jacobs, I let out a small laugh at the memory of such a satisfying moment. "What are you laughing at?"
"I was just remembering when you bashed Nate's face in, good times...", I laughed again, failing to see the lack of a smile or any form of amusement on my boyfriends face.
"Playboy ain't important right now, what's important is you telling me what the hell you meant by your previous statement!", Ash could sense a fight about to start so he excused himself to his room, mumbling something along the lines of needing a break from other people's drama.
"I said I'm a terrible person Fez, we both know that's true so why do I even have to explain myself?", I questioned.
"You're not a terrible pers-"
"-oh I am, I really am Fez", I cut him off.
"You're no-"
"-Ugh, can you just let me finish? My goodness!"
Silence.
"Thank you", I let out a relieved sigh over Fez's lack of an interruption.
"I never checked on Rue when she got out of rehab... I went to see Leslie and Gia when she was in rehab to check on them and to bring them dinner from the diner but I never came back after Rue got home", I could see my boyfriend's mouth about to open with an interruption, once again, so I beat him to it, "an- and yes, I know I wasn't obliged to visit and I know I didn't go to see her because I was battling my own demons and was trying to stay clean but I didn't even have the audacity to send her a freaking letter or anything! Like who- who does that? Who claims to be someone's friends and doesn't check on them and be there for them in a time of need?", I left out a small sob, numerous teardrops falling down my cheeks, Fez quickly to wipe them all away.
"You're not a terrible person Ma, you're human", he comforted.
"No, no, nope Fez, I am- I am a terrible person because I've hurt you"
"You haven't baby. You haven't hurt me..."
"I lied... about being clean"
Fez let out a shaky breath at your confession.
I sighed, "When you cut me off a month ago, when I was in withdrawal, I couldn't take it Fez, I- I couldn't cope. You tried to comfort me, you tried to be there for me through it all but I just- the thing I needed wasn't you or your help, it was a little blue pill, a familiar and comforting friend. I knew you wouldn't give me any drugs, even if I begged you or yelled at you. I knew because of what happened with Rue, and I didn't want to hurt you like she did. I needed a fix but I was not about to steal it from you, or Ash or Marie, I was not about to try to steal from my family, so I texted the first person who I knew would get me what I needed, no questions asked..."
Fez eyed me cautiously, worried about my next sentence.
"... so I called Laurie."
He let out a frustrated groan.
"And I know, okay? I know it was stupid but I did what I needed to, what I felt like I needed to do in order to survive the withdra-"
"-When did you text her?", a simple, valid question to ask. One which the answer to would cause even more pain.
"A while ago... when I said my mom texted saying she missed me... she didn't. She never does, but that's not important righ-"
"-How did you even get Laurie's number?", oh no...
"Off your phone, when you'd gone to the bathroom and Ash was sleeping on the couch, I copied her number onto my phone and texted her..."
"Right", a one word, one syllable, holding a world of anger and hurt.
"I didn't want to do it baby, I-"
"But you did it anyway, you didn't want to but you did it anyway!", anger laced in his voice.
"I had to, I had to in order to get through!"
"No! You didn't! You didn't have to, you chose to!", he was full blown yelling now, something I'd never once seen him do before. It scared me, I felt bad being the cause of such anger but in the moment I didn't think clearly, the drugs I'd taken only an hour ago clouding my better judgement to feel bad, instead igniting a fire of anger within me.
"Who got me addicted in the first place, huh? Cause if I recall correctly, it was you Fez. You got me into this damn mess!"
A chuckle of disbelief left my boyfriends mouth, "You didn't just say that shit to me now did you Y/N?"
"I did, and I meant it. I wouldn't have become addicted if you'd just cut me off when I needed you to. But nooo, 'let's keep supplying her, let's keep giving her the drugs she wants, because then I get to spend more time with her, ooh let me get her fucked out of her mind so she'll fuck me and love me and-", my mocking of my potentially soon to be ex-boyfriend stopped when he got all in my face, startling me.
"You done?", anger seethed out of every fibre of his being, etched into his facial expressions and body language.
He was mad, furious, raging. I had struck a nerve, a big one.
I simply nodded in a reply to his question, fear flowing through every vain in my body. I knew that he wouldn't ever lay a finger on me but I was still frightened.
"You high right now?", he asked, repeating Ash's question from before.
"Yeah", I mumbled out my response in a whisper.
"Figured.", he sighed, running a hand over his face to center himself, "Aight Ma, I don't wanna fight when you're high, because it's making you say some really mean shit and I don't fuck with that, k?"
I nodded, once again.
"I just want to know what Laurie gave you, what she made you do for it and if you owe her anything", he asked me gently, anger leaving through every pore of his skin, leaving him the gentle giant I knew him to be.
I let out a shaky breath, "Fentanyl...", Fez sighed deeply, "Nothing, she sat me down asked if I was in withdrawal, I told her a was and she gave me the first bag on the house, to "quiet the demons" as she put it, and I don't... not that I know, I paid off all my debts with her. I was carful not to repeat Rue's mistakes."
He sighed, again. Something he'd been doing a lot lately, something my actions made him do.
"Fentanyl? Jesus Y/N, that shit isn't to be messed with, it's lethal!"
"I know! Okay?", I let out a heavy sign, "I told you I was a terrible person, I saw it and now so do you...", tears started forming in my eyes at the thought of the love of my life thinking of me as a terrible person but I knew he must think the worst of me, I know I do about myself.
"You're not a terrible person. You got roped into the wrong thing and you're gonna get yourself out", he stated, wiping a tear that had slipped through my eyelashes.
"I am because I want to get clean, I want to get off of it all for good and not have to rely on it to get me through the day. I want to do better, to be better but I can't do it alone, I can't do it without you or Ash, alright?"
He moved to cup my face in his hands.
"Alright, we're gonna get you clean, we're gonna get you back to the normal Y/N/N that we know and love, okay?", he looked gently into my eyes, expressing the utter love and care he felt for me.
"Okay"
The battle was far from over and it was going to be anything but easy, but I knew that I could conquer it, I knew that I could make it through as long as I had Fez and Ash by my side.
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jiabeewrites · 1 year
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can i request something along the lines of this: reader is the daughter of poison ivy and harley quinn (adopted) and is dating dick grayson? maybe in his yj era with the song honeybee by by head and the heart? thanks!
(OMG I LOVE THAT SONG! i kinda went away from the ask but i hope you like this!)
If Our World Comes Tumbling Down
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(aesthetic by @aesthetics-and-fuckery, yeah, that's me. do NOT steal this!)
Pairing: Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader
CW: romance, past breakups, use of she/her, language, shitty attempt at angst, author attempted to not use y/n and i think i succeeded but who knows, lil bit of Zatanna being a jealous bitch I LOVE HER BUT I NEEDED A LIL ANGST, i think that's it but if there's more tell me!
A/N: Sorry this is so late anon! hope you like it!
HOW TO READ: Each set of lyrics is kinda like a divider! each section of words/blurb between the lyrics are their own story, and this particular piece has multiple little moments. Definitely timeskips. You can find more stories like this one by looking under the tag #ryn writes songfics
Honeybee Could you imagine where our lives would lead? That silly ring, it wasn't meant to be Luckily you saw in me Something I couldn't see
Ugh. That stupid ringtone. She hated it, but Robin somehow put it there and she couldn't remove it.
"Hello?"
"Hey mushroom."
She scoffed.
"Don't mushroom me, wonderboy. And tell your brother to remove the stupid ringtone."
She heard a sigh at the end of the line.
"Look, I get the feeling that you're mad at me-"
"No shit, sherlock."
"-but I need to know why."
She sucked in a breath.
She loved Dick Grayson. And Dick Grayson loved her.
So why couldn't she say yes?
"Dick..." She let out a sob.
"Mushroom? You okay?"
"No, I'm not okay, dammit!"
She put the phone down, and let the tears stream down her face.
"Hey. I'm here for you, ring or no ring. Okay? You're my best friend." A pause. Then: "Don't tell Wally I said that."
She let out a dry laugh. Then, taking a slow breath, she began to explain herself.
"Dick. I...I know I promised you I would change, that I could change...but I can't. I'm starting to think that old habits can't die. I'm not like you, I'm not the hero you think I am."
There was nothing but silence on the other end of the line.
"Dick?"
"How many."
She didn't say anything.
"How many?"
"...Sixteen. Sex traffickers."
Honeybee I can't imagine how my life would be If all your gravity did not hit me Oh, don't you see? Darling, my honeybee
"Mushroom?"
"Yeah, Wonderboy?"
"Would you actually have left me?" Dick turned his head to face his girlfriend.
"Dick..."
She bit her upper lip and looked at the floor.
"I need you to be honest with me." Her eyes darted towards him, before coming back to the floor. She huffed, then spoke.
"I...don't know. I've had so many people give up on me, Dick, I just...I didn't want to lose you, but sometimes you have to let go."
He tilted her chin so that she was facing him.
"So you're saying you would've left me?"
"If it meant that you'd be happier."
He smiled sadly, then kissed her forehead.
"But I'm happier with you."
Such a fool I took your love and I bent all the rules You took the blow and didn't let it show Stuck around to let me know Built a family of our own
"May I have this dance?"
She smirked, then accepted his hand.
"Ever the charmer."
"It's my specialty."
She laughed, then rested her head against his chest.
After a while, he mumbled somethin into her hair.
"What?"
"I wish we could always be like this," he repeated.
Look around We made a garden of the love we found So many reasons I would fight to stay You're the courage when I fade Take a look at what we've made
"Hey, Dick?"
You turned the corner and gasped.
Zatanna Zatara, pinning your boyfriend to a wall.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Dick's eyes widened.
"Hon, it's not what it looks like-" You cut him off with a scoff
"Oh really? Because it looks like Zatara here is forcing herself onto you!"
"Oh. Yeah, no, it it what it looks like."
You huffed out a laugh at your boyfriend, then glared at the magician.
"What the hell are you thinking?!?!?"
She scoffed.
"Why would he love you? You're a villian."
You were seething.
"My parents aren't villains, and neither am I. But you'd need a braincell or two to figure that out."
Dick glared at her.
"Zee, I love her. Yeah, maybe in the past it was different, but we're living now. Not in the past."
But here we are After all the misses and confessions To the stars That we never really owned as ours
You huffed on the bed, and felt a pair of arms wrap around you.
"Hey," you mumbled.
He just laughed, and kissed your temple.
"You know I love you, right?"
You smiled.
"I love you, too."
And if our world comes tumbling down I never could forgive myself for leaving out You're the one, you are the only one
A/N: GOD THIS IS SO SHITTY BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON
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1000night · 1 year
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Captain TRIO PT. 1
a/n: Not so sure what am I writing, just want to cuddle with them.
warnings: LEAVE WHEN YOU DON’T WANT TO READ ANYMORE.
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It’s your first time went to the gym with your friends, after struggle with your self pity and the pressures from reality, you finally determined to go and do the basic self care.
You were not really fond of your own body shape, yep though you love your face and plump curve sometimes, but most of the time it’s hard to buy clothes and you want a hole to bury yourself in there when your flesh invaded other’s seat uncontrolled.
So, you and your friend discover a new gym that is only a fifteen-minute walk from your home, and the two of their trainers are the owners, and they are the former Captain America and Sergeant Barnes!?
“Hey, hey girls, listen. We’re here to train ourselves so we have to behave alright?”
“Shut up, you’re the one drooling to Mr.Barnes’s training video.”
“How could you blame me? You even have wet dreams that night okay!?”
“I want Cap is the one training me but I don’t want him see me like this...”
You gently squeeze the swimming ring on your stomach, and you want to cry when you think of having to let the person you've always admired see you like this and be your fitness instructor.
Your friends silent for a while, they nod sync.
“Well, who said they would be our trainer? Maybe we could meet someone else and change the trainer when we became more...attractive?”
“You know, Chipmunk...you’re right and it’s so upsetting.”
The first day when you entered the gyms, you could see there are a lot of women are training, a lot of fit,slim woman...
And you could see those trainers are fit, handsome and attractive too.
“Now I started to scared and want to go home, back to my darkness and sobbing.” Your friend said while she stepped back slowly. But she was blocked by a strong and solid chest.
“Hey, Finch, you’re not kidding, you’re here now!” A similar voice made your friend tilted her head and screamed
“Oh, hi Sammy!” The tall man hugged her and kissed her earlobes, his body hovered over her and claimed your friend without been noticed by her but to this world.
“Aren’t you in the mission?”
Sam shrugged, his hands stroked Finch’s waist and pulled her close.
“Well, I gotta check my girl if they want to get trained in my friends’ gym. And I have to check you’re not flee like the last time.”
Your friend pout and buried her head into Sam’s chest
“I  don’t wike too many people...”
“I know, bae, I know.”
Another of your friend rolled her eyes and whispered to the rest of you
“Seriously, when would they together? I can’t bear their ‘friendly behavior’ anymore.”
“It’s all depends on Finch, girl. Or Sam would devour her several years ago.”
“Good point, Bug.”
Just when you want to tease Finch and Sam, you heard someone called Sam’s name.
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“What brings you here, Captain?” The brunette ties his long hair to a loose bun, his sapphire  eyes scanned you all and he smirked
“Ugh...I see. she’s the one.”
"Buck,don’t tease too much, Sam still courting her.”
Sam groaned when Finch snapped her head back to him in seconds.
“You’re courting me? Is that a joke or prank or something? Why??”
“I’t not a joke, and we could talk about that later, okay?”
 Finch frowned but she nodded eventually, San gave those men a stare before he spoke again.
“Okay, ladies, they are my friends, Steve and Bucky.”
You could feel Bucky's eyes glue on you and that heat your face.
“Nice to meet you, ladies. ” When you shook hand with him, you both breath heavily at the same time.
You were so frustrated with his huge, warm hand. And can't stop thinking something unholy and filthy... 🫠🫠🫠
Bucky cleared his throat and let your hand go reluctantly, his long fingertips brushed your own which tickled your heart and made tingles between your legs.
“So...are you all come here to training lessons? ”
“Oh, yeah! And we are all new to the training.”
Bucky hummed, and Steve led you to the front desk.
“Well, since you all are just beginning. So I recommend you choose your own training tutor. But it's better after we get your medical examination.”
They led you to a private room.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y,please help these young ladies have their physical check-up and upload the data to me and Buck. ”
You all slightly jumped because of a suddenly female voice.
“Okay, Mr. Rogers. ”
Steve smiled to you all and put his hand behind Bucky's back.
“We will discuss after your check-up, ladies. ”
And he pushed Bucky left the room. Sam kissed Finch's forehead and left, too.
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After that, you backed to the front desk, and you noticed there were more trainer.
“Okay, so Finch, can I call you that? ” Finch nodded and Steve winked at Sam
“Finch, well, Sam would be your trainer and training with you. He still need basic training lessons even though he's Captain America.”
“And you, Miss....”
“Chipmunk, they all call me that.”
A man looks similar to Steve but more wilder chuckled and reached our his hand
“Ari Levinson, your future trainer. ”
Chipmunk tilted her head and stepped back to see Ari properly, then she shook his hand.
“You're so tall, like a giant. ”
“And you're so tiny, like a small animal. ”
Chipmunk shrugged, “Well, that's how chipmunk is. You wouldn't want to be voted by a giant chipmunk right? ”
Ari grinned wider, his eyes color now is shallow like a sunny day
“If so, then I guess I have to feed them enough acorns to tempted them. ”
“You can't tempted them, but you can be friend with them. ”
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“And what's your name, doll? How should I call you? ” Steve's voice was tender, his accent and his everything fogged your brain and mind.
“Tora, nice to meet you,Captain.”
“Just Steve, I am no longer Captain America.”
Steve setted the clipboard down and walked Tora to their training room.
“I think I'm still don't know what your name is.”
You bites your lower lips and tried your best to behave normal instead of be weird.
“My friends used to call me Lark. ”
“Glad to be your trainer,Lark. I am Bucky. ”
“Glad to meet you, Bucky. ”
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“Shit, it's not fair, we want to be their trainer too. Look at those pretty ladies, let's why they suddenly said they don't want to accept more people. ”
Across the gym, some pairs of the eyes looked at you four hungry
“Why you could be so happy, Jensen? ”
The man wear green shirt showed his phone
“My chickpea agrees to let me be her trainer, so I have to pick her up,see ya guys! ”
“Oh great another bastard! I assume there's now only me and you, Johnny.”
The younger male smirked and shook his head.
“Nah, Ryan, only you. Colin and I would bring our girls here next week. And now I have to work, good luck.”
After Johnny left, Ryan unlocked his phone and called a number
“...Hey, it's me...did you have time this Saturday?”
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lewishamil10n · 1 year
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i could write essays abt monaco 22 but i'll try to keep it short this is already becoming quite long.
If you're ever in the mood, though. Please. Please do.
anon i hope you know what you're starting. i hope you know what you just did.
ok first of all. hilarious to me that some interviewer was like "hm i should ask lewis about valtteri's charity nude. instead of something about racing or the car or the track, i shall ask about his ex-teammate's bare ass." and lewis going like. "oh is that the one with me in it?" um. ok. for one second let's set aside the implication that somewhere in the world there exists a nude of valtteri which also has lewis in it—
JUST KIDDING! we're not setting that aside, lol what do you take me for? sir lewis carl davidson larbalestier hamilton are you saying there's a naked picture of valtteri with you in it. when was it taken? are you naked in it too? what were you doing. what is the context. i want to know EVERYTHING (and probably never will ugh). speculation on the contents of the nude aside. it exists. this fact cured my depression, i just want you to know that. psychiatrists HATE this one trick!
ok. moving on (no i live in that moment and have since monaco 22). lewis is really sad he hasn't seen that picture. babes it was all over insta. maybe if you just followed your own husband boyfriend friend. but it's ok you're too cool to follow anyone so we'll let that one slide. n e way. he's like "nooo its all sold out :((" and shit. and valtteri. who i'm assuming saw this interview or was otherwise told about it. because of course they keep track of each other even now. my guy valtteri was like "sold out? THE HELL IT IS" and rustled up one last print (or maybe had it made, wouldn't it past him), FUCKING FRAMED IT (he could've just rolled it up) and then strolled off in the direction of merc hospitality. "saved the last one for my buddy lewis" valtteri i am not stupid ok. i know that shit was sold out. it's ok you can say you had one printed for him. it's ok. we won't judge.
and then. he just hands it to lewis. like this did not need to be a video. they could have done this privately. "hello lewis i heard you are sad upon not receiving a print of my naked glutes" "why hello valtteri! nice to see you! yes indeed it upset me" "well weep no more! here it is" "oh how lovely! i must tell my 23m followers about this later" (i don't know why they're talking like they're in some old movie JUST GO WITH IT OK)
this did not happen.
instead. it became a whole fucking PRODUCTION. they set up a camera. they filmed the entire thing. to show the entire world. lewis literally says "i love it" while staring happily at it. valtteri is meanwhile staring happily at lewis. looking like the damn heart eyes emoji. and lewis being delighted over the entire thing. "not that i don't have enough things to remember you by" pls swapping helmets is so yesterday. REAL teammates give each other nudes. lewis literally going like "next time im in colorado i'll do one for you" ok. you could've just said thank you, you know. but ok. you want to show him your ass too. assuming he hasn't already seen it (refer to paragraphs 2 and 3).
then they stand and pose with it. the most aesthetic nude in the world. framed. they're posing with it the way you'd pose with a trophy or something. smiling ear to ear. probably ignoring nico's screaming and sobbing in the distance. lewis says he'll put it up in his home. he actually fucking does, apparently. even tho guanyu says he'd put it somewhere no one can see it. valtteri saying maybe he should do another but flipped. ok valtteri. you could've just sent a dick pic and a "wyd" on snapchat like a normal person but you chose to do this instead. in front of the entire world. ok.
by next year it'll be sex tapes.
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goosimp · 7 months
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the bread is back!
Another anon :0! Oh queenie come on, not everyone is toast xD there's only one~
Omg does that mean now I got a roomie >.> hellos there's no furniture here as this is my new home and I'm still shifting in but make yourself comfortable <w<
Bdksjwjs my fic gonna give meaning to your life?? Too much pressure--
My own self restraint stops me from writing smut u.u
no part 2?? Ok I'll be patient
Ok I have my fic drafts thatll go in the next ask, lemme ramble about Manager Kim goo first.
I...
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Pretty..pretty boy.
Hehe honestly I'd also bite goo's built, branded or not, just the fact that he wore it around his waist and had it in his arms--
Local soldier obsessed with fake blonde twink, twink lures soldier with hug just to yeet him out of the window. Makes old man want autograph.
Bruh the moment I saw that hug I was like, WHY AIN'T THAT ME
Please goo, throw me around,,,, not even in a kinky way just pick me up with some excuse dammit-
Also also...GOO THOUGHTS
That had me screaming you know?? WE GET TO HEAR GOO'S THOUGHTS??WE GET TO HEAR GOO'S THOUGHTS!! DAMMIT I ALWAYS WANTED TO HEAR GOO'S THOUGHTS!!!!!
Baaah tell me your thoughts more hubby, wanna hear how annoyed he is, or how he views the world,just the way how his mind percieves reality UGH I LOVE IT I WANT MORE
He's so damn hot
I love him sobs
~🍞
oh my uncooked bread, I have been craving for some burned toast for a while now.
I didn't really think there would be someone else, the poissibility that there would be someone else in my inbox anonymously didn't really occur on my mind my brain is dead set that any anonymous message would just be toast for sm reason
have fun with your roommate, although idk if they would even return back ^.^
Life fucking sucks. I hate the fact that I have to interact with human beings to be considered normal and it's draining out my social battery. So yes, yes fics give me life. I need to recharge the fuck up or I will strangle/kick someone to death.
You don't need self restraint. I need self restraint. My hands been twitching alot to beat the shit out of someone, so i have been sleeping alot more lately, 14-16 hrs a day.
manager kim goo😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰
the panel where goo pulled his belt out did something to me and the window has never looked so jumpable before. I was GAGGED. PTJ HAD ME GAGGED. The shivers and giggle I let out-
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sorry but i am a parasite and i am not leaving him for my dear life. nah ah. nop.
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i would probably 100% die if i was there but that's a small price to pay if i get to be on the position. ehehehe🥰 EHEHEHEHEHEHEH👹👹👹-
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what kind of question- OFC OFCCCCC YOU SHOULD!!!! DON'T LET THAT OLD AGE RUIN YOUR FANBOY MOMENT OLD MAN!!!!!
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SO??? SO WHAT??? IT'S FUCKING KIM JOONGOO INFRONT OF YOU👹👹👹👹👹!!!!! WHY THE FUCK DID HIS BRAIN CELLS GET REDUCED ALONG WITH HIS HAIRLINE? IOUGKVBWSIGUSVIGLS
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but damn that bald spot be shiny af tho
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we need more Goo thonks!!! MOREEE!!!!!! I WANT TO HEAR/READ EVERY SINGLE THING HE THINKS OF!!!! PLEASE TALK MORE!!
ahjussi a real one tho. Who doesn't want Goo to be on their side????
Goo is so damn adorable, it makes me tear up. The way I would like to unhinge my jaw and swallow him as a whole piece is unreal.
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