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aethelwyneleigh27 · 5 months

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More Dad!Simon "Ghost" Riley and Taskforce Moments With Little Ghost

+ Featuring Los Vaqueros Uncles, Meemaw Laswell (and her wife?), Peepaw Nikolai, Aunty Farah and Uncle Alex

Did I use the same pictures as I did with the last posts? Yes, because these pictures are so Ghostie coded. Also there's like a slight ✨sprinkle✨ of Angst in there, good luck <3

Tag list: @puff0o0 @simp4konig @blingblong55 @azereus @rustic-guitar-notes @shadofireshinobi @anonymuslydumb @skeletalgoats @icarustypicalfall @ghosts-cyphera @cutenote @connorsui HAS THE BEST FREAKING COMMENTARY AND IS SO SWEET, SHE MAKES ME SOUND LIKE I'M SOME AUTHOR WHO WROTE A FAMOUS BOOK, ILY CONNORSUI <3 (ngl, I go back to read her commentary over and over again because if how nice they make me feel 😭)

Pairings: Ghost x Wife!Reader

This is my personal AU, I don't think anyone has written on little Ghostie before I did. Not to say that there aren't any works on Dad!Ghost and his kids however Ghostie is a character of mine who holds such a special place in my heart, especially after I started writing more about her and how she acts around everyone.

Possible ships: Farah x Alex (Faralex)?? Alejandro x Rudy (Alerudy)?? Price x Nikolai (Nikprice)??

I know Halloween season is over but y'all can't do anything about this, it's been cooking in my brain for a while now. (Some of these are just regular scenarios though) Ghostie is back y'all!!!

❥ Ghostie who simultaneously made her way into convincing the Taskforce to go with her trick or treating, having her little army uniform that was commissioned for her, a bit visible underneath her pink puffy jacket. Yeah I don't think she's going to stop wearing it unless she's outgrown it, in which case, that would just break her big heart :((

❥ Simon holding little Ghostie's hand while she toddles, she would NOT go anywhere without either her dad's, her mum's or her uncle Gaz's hand. Having her tiny chubby fingers gripping onto two of her dad's fingers as he guides her up big steps. Catching her when she accidentally slips on the slippery steps.

❥ The rest of the Taskforce being behind her like a bunch of guard dogs, ain't nobody is gonna try and scare her because of the big burly men next to her. Photo was provided by my favorite artist last Halloween, @puff0o0:

❥ Ghostie having the sweetest voice ever, she so polite, so much so that she makes the her dad and uncles chuckle at her. (This is how I imagined her voice to sound like)

"Say trick or treat.." Gaz whispers, coaching her from behind as someone from the house opens the door. Two women in costumes, holding a big candy bowl.

"trwick or trweat.." Little Ghostie mumbles, far too shy and almost hiding behind her uncle.

"What a cute costume you have there, here, take these ones" one of the women said, adding the candy to Ghostie's little basket.

"Thank you!" Ghostie exclaims, making the two girls awe at her politeness and eagerness.

❥ Yeah Ghostie definitely pronounces Halloween as "Ha-Hoween".

❥ I can't help but think that they came across that one house with a sign that said "leave your single dad's number if he's attractive" and as a joke, uncle Gaz threw in a piece of paper with peepaw Price's number on it, only to have peepaw Nikolai fish it out of the candy bowl when he thought no one could see him.. but Ghostie did.

Not Halloween related:

❥ Safe to say that when uncle Gaz doesn't like someone, neither does Ghostie, if you all can recall that cutscene from mw3, Gaz did NOT even bother to acknowledge Philip's existence. That being said, Ghostie gives the nastiest side-eyes to him the moment he even opens his mouth. (Yeah she got from her dad)

❥ Ghostie absolutely loves getting head pats and giving them, to her, it's one of the best forms of praise. Anyone gives her head pats gets to witness her absolutely adorable reaction, the way her eyes light up, those little lips curling into a smile causing her chubby cheeks to be prominent and her eyes squinting. Mostly loves doing it to uncle Soap, because the mohawk is fluffy.

❥ Maybe at some point, when Philip decides to behave then he can earn the head pats from Ghostie.

❥ Meals with the Taskforce and Ghostie are a certified hit, she has quite the appetite and she shows it. Simon takes it upon himself to always does what his wife does at home when he's out with Ghostie, bringing her silicone bib and baby utensils. (Even the bulky ass highchair attachment that he keeps in that back of his car/truck)

"More please..." Ghostie says, making grabby hands, in the middle of chewing after observing that her plate is yet again empty.

Price chuckles, looking at Simon who was now careful about the amount of food to add on Ghostie's plate because the toddler is on her third round of food.

❥ Ghostie enjoys clapping her hands and anything as well, especially after eating and being satisfied.

❥ Ghostie is into tea, her dad got her hooked on it.

"Aye, what about you Ghostie? What'd you like?" Soap asks the little one who's currently keeping herself busy with her custom coloring book.

"Tea!" She says, looking up for a bit to Soap before focusing back on her coloring.

"You heard her Johnny, make that two.." Simon says with a pretty firm pat on the back for Soap.

"Fuckin' Brits..."

❥ Auntie Farah and uncle Alex are the babysitters when uncle Gaz, uncle Soap and peepaw Price ain't around. Farah loves that kid to death, if she was being honest, she saw a lot of resemblance between Simon and Ghostie. Of course there are looks were, she's basically a carbon copy of him but also mannerisms;

❥ Ghostie who copies her dad, being adamant about being cleanly and tidy, oftentimes catching people surprised that she tidies up after herself immediately after playing before moving onto another set of toys, coloring books and coloring materials. She notices and mirrors how Simon is consistent in keeping things tidy and out the way.

❥ Whenever Ghostie is at home with her momma (you) and Simon had to run errands, she always wakes up first, seeing how her dad gets up early too.

Ghostie rises up with a soft yawn, rubbing her tiny eyes with her hands, she looked around at the still dimly lit room. She turned her head from side to side looking for her dad.

She was met by him standing and dressing himself up in a black hoodie to go out and buy something. She gives him that cheek to cheek smile before leaning her cheek and closing her eyes, mandatory kiss from dad before he left.

"Alright pumpkin, dada's leaving now. I'll be back later, be good and don't give momma a hard time.." Simon reminded her after giving her cheek a kiss.

"Okay dada- promise.." Ghostie yawns mid sentence.

❥ Ghostie who, ever since she way younger, loved to cup her dad's face and nuzzle her nose into his. A tradition that Simon doesn't know if he's ready to see it go when she grows up. Neither is he ready for her to start correcting the words she's been pronouncing wrong;

❥ Dad!Simon whose heart broke once he realizes that the "I love you"s will slowly start to be less and less when she becomes a teen, he's silently wishing to himself that it won't be reduced to not being said at all. You had to reassure him that it won't happen, not when Ghostie's the sweetest little girl anyone could ask for and Simon is the best dad anyone could as for.

❥ Uncle Alejandro and uncle Rudy being the seasoned uncles who happened to be absolutely adored by Ghostie, not as much as uncle Gaz but let's be real here, no one is on uncle Gaz's level.

❥ Uncle Alejandro and uncle Soap having bets and arguments on who gets to reach their language to Ghostie while she just sits there on uncle Rudy's lap, sipping on her apple juice, quite entertained.

❥ YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT RUDY ISN'T RESPONSIBLE FOR GETTING HER TO SLEEP OR NAP, that man is a walking heater. I can just see him standing there while holding her in his arms while she's trying her hardest not to fall asleep, yawning "Uncle Rudy.." before immediately snoring, snuggling her face into his soft blue hoodie shirt. (@icarustypicalfall is living for this, I just know it)

❥ Alejandro who gets smacked in the back of the head by (his husband) Rudy for being too loud and almost waking Ghostie up. (Alerudy when? This is a joke to y'all Alerudy haters, I like the ship, it's cute. Not sure if it's canon here in my AU, up to you guys to decide)

❥ Laswell and her wife absolutely fucking adore Ghostie, shit she makes them want to have kids, she has almost the same effect on almost everyone. Silently making her uncle Gaz wish that he isn't single.

❥ Let's be real here, peepaw Nikolai was the one who Ghostie jammed with while listening to heavy metal. He also got her this mini leather jacket that matched his, with her nationality country/countries flag/s embroidered patch on the side. I can just imagine her little head bangs that peepaw nik taught her 🥺😭.

❥ Also Ghostie has access to almost everyone's prized stuff, uncle Gaz's and peepaw Price's hats, uncle Soap's medals and even peepaw Nik's jacket which looks like she's swimming in it when she's wearing it.

❥ This pic is so Dad!Simon and Ghostie coded:

❥ Something tells me that Simon would send you this pic and you'd probably have a heart attack, your husband isn't the best driver after all but you trust him since he won't put your daughter in imminent danger.

❥ I think most of the time, Ghostie is in her uncle Gaz's arms and/or lap while he sits on the passenger seat, doesn't really matter who's driving.

My past works on Ghostie, in case you haven't seen the posts before this one on my most favorite mini Ghost:

Little Ghost (Drabble)

TF141 Interacting with Little Ghost Hcs

This was far longer than I expected, I just love Ghostie so much and I just have a lot to say regarding her.

A/n: This is now an official taglist for most of my generic CoD works, none of these people asked to be tagged on my mediocre content and I understand that, if y'all wanna be removed from the taglist then y'all could tell me privately or on the replies if you guys prefer it :))

Sidenote: Is it normal to be so excited over something you bought? I literally bought my first ever concealer today, a mascara that I've been looking for and lip oil. I was so excited that I squealed when I got home and immediately used them. Any makeup tips that you guys have? Sort of a beginner at this stuff.. Also does anyone whose had viral posts ever feel like their popular strike is over because none of their works get as much attention? Looking at all my recent posts and hyperventilating because the numbers are lower by so much.

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imdead770 · 2 months

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Dallas with a s/o who lived in NYC too and has a similar accent as him pls🙏🙏 (Also I love love love you’re writing keep doing what you’re doing!!!)

Dallas Winston x Reader - NYC

Authors Note - I have like 3 asks before this but I love this and it means it get to write a NY accent and that's so fun

Sorry for never writing yall

No excuse I'm just lazy 💞

¤ Just a warning this is super stereotypical

¤ I'm sorry I'm from the south I don't know yall so I'm going off stereotypes 😭😭

¤ First of all people can barely understand either of you

¤ I mean everyone else has a southern accent, they're used to that

¤ So an accent that sounds like you're drunk 24/7 isn't exactly easy to understand

¤ If you're both from New York, you already have a lot in common

¤ The fights, the accent, the road rage, the food, all that

¤ Now I'm from the south, I haven't met a lot of New Yorkers

¤ But the ones I have met always have such a resting bitch face

¤ So like whenever someone introduced you to Dal (or the other way around) you both had that same, natural glare

¤ And somehow you both got the 'holy shit, you're a New Yorker too??' message

¤ I don't know how but New Yorkers just know if you're a New Yorker

¤ It's like a 6th sense

¤ So naturally you're both mean to each other

¤ The others are like 'oh shirt they hate each other'

¤ You don't

¤ Like eventually you leave and Dals all

"She ain't bad."

¤ And everyone's all

"You just insulted each other like.. 25 times?"

¤ And he just nods and lights a cigarette like he didn't just meet his second favorite person in this town

¤ Naturally you both see each other at some pizza place

¤ Probably one that's closest to greasy NY pizza

¤ This is meant as a compliment, yall have such good pizza omfg

¤ You both realize just how much you have in common

¤ How thick the air is, the random guy getting his ass beat as you're just minding your business, the fact nobody here can understand certain words you say

¤ You two understand each other

¤ If Dallas would ever open up to someone about his trauma (he wouldn't), it'd be you

¤ He knows you've seen at least a sliver of the same shit he did

¤ Anyways, both of yall love to hype of New York together

¤ Like really play into the stereotypes

"Oh ya', a rat nearly ate m' face off once"

"WHAT??"

"Happen'd to me, too"

¤ You both think it's hilarious

¤ Plus yall love to make your accents thicker to confuse people more

¤ Slur the vowels together, mumble more then you need to, then watch people try to figure out what the fuck you just said

¤ Dal gets all mad if someone asks him to lighten up the accent

¤ I think you both like hanging out together because it reminds the other of home

¤ Like Dal almost forgot what a New Yorker who wasn't him sounded like

¤ Plus if Dal ever met your parents, even though he's rude and kind of dangerous, they might tolerate him more

¤ Yall intumidate so many people omg

¤ Like half of that town are sweet southern people

¤ So seeing two New Yorkers you get the classic

"Ew, they're yankees"

¤ Yes we really do say that 👍

¤ But people get all scared cuz they're like 'omg they're gonna shoot me'

¤ Again, you both think it's the funniest shit

¤ Like being yelled at by a New Yorker is scary enough

¤ But TWO

¤ It's like you two are so intimidating together it's perfect

¤ Of course Dal asks you on a date to some pizza place and you two walk around the block sharing a cigarette

¤ Another thing

¤ You're actually used to the cold and he's so, so grateful for that

¤ Everyone else in Oklahoma gets all shivery the moment it's less then 60

¤ Like you don't complain about it and he loves that so much

¤ Back to the topic

¤ Date goes great

¤ Once you two become a thing you fight a good amount

¤ I mean you're from the North, it's natural (I think?? This might be stereotypical so sorry)

¤ Even people from the South fight with Dal so this isn't any different

¤ But since you're both used to fights the insults are crazy

¤ Like the gangs jaws have dropped hundreds of times with what the two of yall come up with

¤ Like it's the most foul, disturbingly impressive, heart breaking insults

¤ Then the other returns it with a snicker and another just as horrendously good insult

¤ Match made in heaven

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gildedkrone · 7 months

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drabble 3: i can change everything about me to fit in (ft. simon ghost riley & gn!reader)

mirrorball: someone who displays different versions of themselves to different people.

simon "ghost" riley is the one who notices it first. it's subtle, and were he any slower he wouldn't be any wiser.

simon "ghost" riley sees how you adapt yourself to different people. when with price, you are docile and reined in in an image of discipline and respect. when with soap, you are laughing a little too loud and always going along with his jokes—even if you end up taking the brunt of the punishment a gruntled price meets out. when with gaz, you crack jokes at the expense of your dignity to appear smooth and suave, even if your ego is bruised by the end of the night.

simon "ghost" riley sees how you are the perfect image of a good soldier before him. loyal, unquestioning and quiet. almost as if he were a drill sergeant snuffing out the streaks of rebellion in new recruits. he has his suspicions; nobody can be so perfect and he starts poking holes into the facade he suspects you wear.

simon "ghost" riley keeps a close eye on you when he makes unreasonable commands. fetch the water station in one go, being in full battle order when the rest of the men are in singlets and shorts. the grimace hugging your face never once breaks your demeanour and it irritates him.

simon "ghost" riley notices how you never fight back against his commands. never once have you voiced up against his judgement, even if he wants you to. he knows the feeling well too, coming from a hard home life. so he leaves you alone for a period of time and you secretly breathe a sigh of relief when he goes back to being his quiet self.

simon "ghost" riley decides to test out his theory at the weekly game night sessions. gaz makes a funny joke about how military men can't hold down relationships for the life of them and you blurt out how it's real when your ex cheated on you with someone else. a joke, to the bystanders and they laugh, but he doesnt.

simon "ghost" riley asks if it is actually funny to be cheated on. the mood shifts instantly, and a frown creases your face. you tell him it's a funny joke and he resists the urge to say something biting. he settles on saying it's a joke made in poor taste and you can't bear to look at the people around you. they stare, as is the norm whenever the lieutenant speaks. shame is evident even as gaz looks between you and him worriedly.

simon "ghost" riley finds you at the laundry room when game night ends without its usual cheery mood. the music is soft and here, there's no smile on your face. all that's left is a surly look on your face as clothes are folded in a pile. he announces his presence with a cough and you look at him. that darn fake smile is back on your face when you greet him.

simon "ghost" riley is content to sit on one of the chairs while you did your laundry.

"Yer know, it's in poor judgement to make a joke at your expense. Apologies for that." You set the shirt down and look at him. What was he trying to do? "It's also in poor judgement to put on a front, soldier," he finishes without looking at you. The silence in the room is deafening and you stand still, like a giant idiot. "What? I beg your pardon, sir?" "Can't make everyone like you. Ain't no point in trying for that, either." "I'm not—" His stare catches you off guard. There's a warning to not finish that sentence. You are content to let the atmosphere settle before you mumble, "It doesn't hurt anyone. What I'm doing." He snorts and you feel irritation line your shoulders. "It doesn't hurt anyone? It hurts you." "It hurts you the most, so stop this farce." "I just want people to accept me." "Then be yourself and let them. It's a waste of time trying to chase for approval." "What if they don't?" "Then they don't. Yer still have people who'll accept you, so why bother?" The laundry is complete and there is no use delaying it even further. "Don't pull that crap again. Last warning, soldier." And he disappears from the night. "Don't stop and you'll lose someone who believes in you."

simon "ghost" riley notices the differences a week later. and when you notice him, you give him a smile—a real one. He gaze lingers and he nods curtly before he disappears from the rec room.

simon "ghost" riley knows what it's like to chase for validation from a parental figure. he won't subject you to it, and you've always had a supporter in him. ever since day one.

simon "ghost" riley likes you better this way, when you aren't chasing for validation. since that's when you shine and he's glad to be the source of it.

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for my lovely beta reader @arisonlyfans

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lightyagamiis · 11 months

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not your boyfriend, not your girlfriend

Pairing: reader x soobin Genre: college au!, friends to lovers Warnings: some smut <3 Word Count: 4.1k

you ain't my boyfriend and I ain't your girlfriend but you don't want me to see nobody else and I don't want you to see nobody...

He’s not your boyfriend. You’re not his girlfriend. But the thought of someone else touching you angers him. The thought of another female even looking at him throws you into a spiral.

Yet there’s nothing either of you can do about it. You two aren’t together after all.

You lean against the wall twirling the red solo cup in your hand, glancing around the room at the sea of drunk college kids. Watching as they play party games and sing so off-key to the music blasting out of the speakers.

You take a sip from your drink, debating whether or not to leave right after this cup was empty. Parties weren’t really your thing after all. You only come with your best friend, who ended up ditching you the moment you walked in the door.

You finished the drink, turning to leave when someone bumps into you.

“There you were babe!” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, planting a kiss on your forehead, “been looking everywhere for you.”

You sign, knowing now that you’re trapped.

“Come on, babe don’t look so disappointed to see me.”

“I was fixing to leave, Soobin.” you scoffed, finally breaking free from his arms.

His dimple smile melts your heart, sending tingles down your spine, “I noticed you seemed like you wanted to leave,” he said looking down at your empty cup, “but the guy standing by the window was giving you a look and decided to step in to protect you.”

You raised your brow at him, “Protect me? Soobin?”

He nodded, “Of course. Mans looks like a whole dick and a half.”

You chuckle, dropping your head into your palm, “Probably because he HAS a dick, Choi Soobin.”

Soobin tucks his bottom lip between his teeth. He wants to shout at you his feelings so you could finally understand why he’s so protective over you.

Soobin grabs your empty cup and sets it against the counter then places his hands on your shoulders, softly pressing you against the wall.

You look up at him, seeing the want in his eyes. Your whole body heats up.

“Just spend some extra time with me, ya? Before you decide to head out?” He whispered.

How quickly you nodded your head in agreement should scare you, you didn’t want him to know how badly you wanted him. He’s not your boyfriend, after all.

Soobin smirks, sliding his hands down to your hands. Pulling you away from the wall and leading you up the stairs in this dance you’ve both done many times before.

It started out like this.

Two lonely people at a party were ditched by their friends and had nothing else better to do than each other.

You knew who he was. He sat two rows behind you in class. He was quiet, and only spoke to his friends he had in class. Was five minutes early every day and for the most part kept to himself unless spoken to by the professor or another classmate.

It surprised you when he first walked into the party. Barely even recognized him. He went from this innocent boy who hid his face with his hair, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie to class, into this sexy man in tight light blue skinny jeans with holes in them, Nike air forces, and a long sleeve black shirt with his hair parted.

If you didn’t know him from before, you would assume he was one of the popular party boys all the girls drool over.

And damn, he was catching looks from the girls at the party.

Your best friend looped her arm with yours, “Earth to Y/N!! Did you hear me?”

You snapped your eyes away from Choi Soobin, giving your best friend your full attention, “I’m sorry I was daydreaming, what did you say?”

She side-eyes the area you were just staring at, “were you looking at Soobin?”

You blink at her, “You know him? And calling him by his first name?”

She smiles brightly, “Yep! we have chem lab together and I’m SOOOO into one of his friends.”

You nodded at her, “I should’ve known,” You looked back over in Soobin’s direction, noticing his dog pack behind him, “which one are you here for?” you asked her.

She giggles and squeezes your arm tighter, “Taehyun! We met at the campus coffee shop and totally hit it off right away!”

You nodded again, “I’m sure you did.”

“We did! And he told me about this party tonight.”

“Is that why you canceled our stay indoors and watch horror movies best friend date and dragged me to this party instead? To hook up with Kang Taehyun?” you raised a brow at her.

“When you put it that way you make me seem like a bad guy,” she pouted at you, “plus he told me his friends would be coming with him, sooooo I figured you could ya know.” she nudged your arm.

You scoff at her, “Nope! absolutely not. I’m going home!”

“Y/N! Please, you need to get out there!”

Before you could protest, Soobin and his four friends were right beside you guys.

“Wow you made it Hanna,” Taehyun says basically stealing my best friend from me, “who's this?” he asked giving me a small smile.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”

Taehyung nodded, “Nice to put a face to the name. Hanna talks about you all the time.”

You glance over at her. She gives you her normal apologetic smile.

“Anyways how rude, these are my best friends, Choi Yeonjun, Huening kai, Choi Beomgyu and that’s—“

“Choi Soobin.” you said, giving all five of them a small smile.

The boys all looked at Soobin, waiting for an explanation.

“W-we have a class together.” Soobin says, shoving his hands into his pockets.

After that awkward conversation, you slowly walked away to grab yourself a drink, because god knows you need it now.

“Grab me a drink too please!” Hanna calls after you.

When you returned to the same spot the six of them were, only Soobin remained.

You shook your head, “where did they go?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Your guess is as good as mine.” He folded his arms against his chest and leaned against the wall.

You stood beside him, “well you can have this I guess.” you said, handing him the cup.

“I didn’t picture you as a partygoer, Y/N.” Soobin softly smiles while taking a sip of the drink.

“You neither, you completely look different than you do in class.”

He chuckles, “Yeah I don’t really try for college. No need to impress anyone. Go in, get your education, get out, and go back home.”

“Then why are you here tonight?” you asked.

He glances at you, “Everyone else was coming, and Yeonjun Hyung basically pulled me by my ear out of the dorm.”

You nodded with a sigh, “Hanna basically did the same to me.”

“Guess we’re in this together then.” Soobin held out his cup towards you in a way of cheers.

You mimicked the action, then you both chugged down the drinks.

You don’t remember much of the conversations after that. Just that you both continued to drink and drink.

“Okay okay, truth time.” Soobin drunkenly giggles.

“What is this? Truth or dare? Are we five?” you giggle back at him.

“Never too old for it,” he defends, “anyways truth.”

“Okay, I’m listening.” You smile, taking another sip of your drink.

Soobin tucks his lip between his teeth, glancing across the room, “Have you met Yeonjun hyung before?”

Your smile drops, “Choi Yeonjun? I mean we have a couple of other classes together and I pass him in the halls sometimes,” you look in the same direction as Soobin, noticing Yeonjun is looking back, “why? Is something wrong?”

Soobin sighs and looks back at you, “I am very observant and noticed the moment we walked in and he looked at you that…well.”

You look into Soobin’s eyes, “are you implying he’s interested in me?”

Soobin shrugged, “he could be. Either that or like I asked if the two of you knew each other beforehand. But he’s been looking at you the entire night.”

You laughed, “Soobin, you’re acting jealous right now.”

He rolls his eyes, “I barely know you, how could I be jealous?” he shakes his head chuckling, “I just know hyung, and wanted to just give ya a heads up is all.”

You tilted your head, “That’s really sweet, but you’re not my boyfriend so you don’t need to look after me like that.”

Soobin rolled his eyes again, “noted.”

“How about you then? Hmm?”

He takes a sip, “What about me?”

“With how you walked in here you must have girls begging for your attention. Do you dress like this outside of school too?”

He nodded, “I do. That doesn’t mean girls are making passes at me.”

You glanced around the room and noticed at least two girls blushing over him.

“There are two girls right over there who would love your attention right now.”

Soobin looks in the direction you pointed at, then shook his head, then looked back at you, “Not interested.”

“What? Are you nervous or something?” you teased him.

He gives you a confused look, “what would I have to be nervous about?”

“I dunno, maybe you’ve never hooked up with a girl at a party before.” you continued to tease him.

Soobin raised his brow at you, “You’re making these assumptions as if you know me personally.”

“Well truth time then, have you ever hooked up with someone before?”

Soobin’s face turned a shade of pink, looking away from you he answered, “I have.”

You slapped your hands on your cheeks, “Omg really!? the shy Choi Soobin from class actually pulled girls!?”

He glances at you, “Of course I have. you act like sex is such an uncommon thing for shy people like me.” He finished his cup and tossed it onto the counter, then made direct eye contact with you, “do you not believe me?”

You shook your head, “Nope.”

Soobin smirked, chewing on his bottom lips.

You could see the gears in his head turning, “what are you thinking about?”

“I could prove it to you.”

You weren’t expecting his response. Your whole body started to tingle, “prove it to me?” you nervously giggled, looking away from him.

You weren’t expecting the next turn of events to happen either, Soobin had you against the wall, one hand above your head, the other was on your hip, and his body was pressed against yours.

“I didn’t stutter.” he whispered, connecting his forehead against yours.

You stared up at him, “where did this confidence come from?” you whispered back.

“Always been here, I just don’t show it.”

You could feel the heat radiating from his body. Your knees started to feel weak and your hands trembled at your sides.

Soobin pressed himself even closer to you, his arm completely wrapping around behind your back, “I’ve honestly been wanting to hook up with you since the moment I met you in class.”

You bit your lip, his confession turned you on more than you wanted to attempt to yourself. It was so hot seeing this once-shy boy you normally see in class act this sexy. Was it the alcohol? or is he really this confident? Either way, it was killing you.

“Are you going to kiss me or continue to just look at me?” you asked, testing your own confidence.

His lips connected with yours, the taste of cherry and alcohol filled your senses from his chapstick and the drink he just finished. You had a better smell of his cologne and oh man it was sending you into a frenzy.

You were melting against his touch with the way his hands were on your body. His tongue sent chills down your spine every time it brushed against your own.

You didn’t care that you two were making out in the middle of the kitchen at some random party with many people around.

All you cared about was him.

He led you up the stairs and into an empty room, quickly closing and locking the door behind him.

His hands and lips were back on you in an instant as if those short couple minutes were too long.

He pulled his shirt over his head, his body leaving you even more breathless.

You tossed your tank top over your head and somewhere in the room.

His body was back against yours, the skin-to-skin contact made your head spin.

Soobin played with the button of your jeans, silently asking for permission.

You let him, your hands going to the button of his jeans immediately after.

It’s been so long since you’ve been naked in front of someone and you figured the first time having sex again would make you nervous and hide like a child, but it was different with Soobin. He brought out this confidence in you that you never knew you had. The rest of your clothes came off quickly, and the same did his.

You could have sworn Soobin’s body was crafted by the gods. He’s so beautiful.

His hands cupped your breasts, his thumbs slowly gliding over your nipples. You moaned against his mouth.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you to straddle him.

Soobin looked you up and down, “You’re so beautiful, every inch of you.” his hands squeezed your hips.

Your fingers played in his hair, “is this something you want?” you asked.

Soobin tucks his lip between his teeth, slowly nodding, positioning his member for you, “I will literally lose it if you don’t slide down onto me right now.” he whispered.

Sex with Soobin was pure bliss. You felt that bliss with every inch of your body as you rode him. His lips and hands never left your body and your hands never left his hair until you both finished.

You two returned to the party like nothing ever happened. The two girls who were drooling over Soobin earlier seemed to only be even more interested in him now that sex was literally written all over his face.

You scoff, “Those two still want you.”

Soobin wrapped his arm around your waist, “Hmm jealous are we?”

You chuckled, “Of course not. You're not my boyfriend.”

Soobin laughed with you, “And you’re not my girlfriend.”

It’s been almost a year since then.

You and Soobin have had sex multiple times since then, and he still made you lose your breath every single time.

The two of you grew to even become friends in a way. Or even best friends some would say. The two of you started hanging out outside of the classroom and at parties. He got to know you so well and the same with you towards him. He became someone you didn’t want to have a life without.

But the feelings you started to build up for him over that year were growing too strong for you to contain.

Little did you know the feeling was mutual for Soobin.

He hated it when he knew you were going to parties or anywhere alone. He hated the thought of another man putting his hands on you. The thought of another man kissing you, touching you, making you feel the way only he wants you to feel. And the thought of you dating another man…

Soobin understood how your relationship was: two classmates that had sex and turned into friends who have sex. That’s all it was supposed to be until the night he realized he had feelings and realized he hated any man that looked in your direction.

You also secretly felt that way about any woman who looked at Soobin.

The two of you had this secret unspoken thing that you both didn’t want the other to see anyone else. You both just didn’t know it.

Soobin was running late and was never late. It wasn’t him to be late.

Tonight’s party was being held on campus for the school winning some kinda sports event. Soobin walked into the courtyard, immediately being met by Huening Kai and Beomgyu.

“you’re late!” Kai said looking at his watch.

“Yeah yeah I know,” Soobin sighed, “where are Taehyun and Yeonjun?”

“Taehyun is with Hanna…” Beomgyu shrugged.

“Should have known, and Yeonjun?” Soobin asked.

Kai and Beomgyu went quiet.

Soobin looked between the both of them, confusion showing on his face.

“Where is Yeonjun?” Soobin asked again.

“He’s well…he’s with someone.” Kai said, trying to smile.

“Okay…?” Soobin raised a brow.

“He’s with—“ Beomgyu started, but Kai quickly covered his mouth.

“He’s not with anyone! hahaha.” Kai nervously laughed.

Soobin continued to look between his juniors, still confused about what was even going on between the two of them.

Until it clicked in his head.

Soobin quickly moved past them, “where is he?”

“Soobin Hyung, wait!” They called out for him.

Soobin knew Yeonjun secretly had a thing for you, it was written all over his face from the beginning.

Soobin made his way inside the campus and asked people left and right if they’d seen both of you, none knew until someone pointed him in the direction of the gymnasium where they were handing out food, punch, and alcohol.

He found the both of you standing on the far side of the gym. Yeonjun was standing too close to you for his liking.

Soobin quickly walked up, wrapping his arm around Yeonjun, “There you guys are! I was looking for you!”

“You’re late!” You said checking the time on your phone, “Yeonjun and I almost started drinking without you. Where’s everyone else?”

Soobin shrugged his shoulders, “Huening Kai and Beomgyu were in the courtyard. Apparently Taehyun—“

“Is with Hanna, of course.” you sigh, “I’m happy for them so I’ll let it slide.” You started to walk away, “I’m going to the courtyard and I’ll call Hanna to meet us there.”

Soobin nodded, “grab me a drink on the way out okay?” he asked you.

You gave him a thumbs up, walking away. You could tell something was bothering Soobin but didn’t want to press the conversation in front of Yeonjun.

Once you were out of the gym, Soobin let go of Yeonjun facing him.

“What is that look for?” Yeonjun asked.

“It’s nothing. Ready to meet with the others?” Soobin asked, starting to walk away.

“Hey, is Y/N talking to anyone by chance?” Yeonjun asked.

Soobin stops walking, “Uhh not that I know of…why?”

“Because I'm interested in her. She’s your best friend besides me of course, and I think she’s funny and I want to get to know her a little more than I already do.”

Soobin looked at his hyung, trying everything in him to not shout at him to leave you alone. But he knows he can’t. He’s not your boyfriend.

“Soobin say something,” Yeonjun said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I uhh…I can ask if she’s talking to someone.”

“That’s now why I meant.” Yeonjun tried to make eye contact with Soobin, wanting him to tell the truth.

“What do you mean then?”

Yeonjun sighs, “What I'm trying to say is, if you’re not going to make a pass at her, I'm going to.”

Soobin’s heart dropped, and his body filled up with heat, it took everything in him to say what he did next, “I’m not her boyfriend, do whatever you want.”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes, “I can’t man!” Soobin looked at his hyung confused, “You’re having sex with her and it’s so obvious that the two of you are pining for each other and just won’t say anything. I’m tired of hearing the “She’s not my girlfriend, I’m not her boyfriend” bullshit. I would feel terrible if I went after Y/N, knowing you damn well want her for yourself.”

Soobin looked away, “We made it clear to each other the first time we hooked up that we weren’t together, it was all about the sex and that’s it.”

“Yeah, and it’s been a year since then man,” Yeonjun walked closer to Soobin, putting his hands on his friends' shoulders, “I can see it in the way you look at her dude, it’s not just about the sex anymore and with the way you dart across the room when another man looks at her? or how when she notices any other girl looks at you? have you not noticed how jealous she gets? how will she stand closer to you?”

Soobin shook his head, “She doesn’t want me in that way.”

Yeonjun nodded, “I still think you need to tell her, and I’m giving you until tomorrow night to say something, or else I’ll try and make a pass to her.”

Yeonjun patted his back and then finally walked away.

Soobin knew he was right, it’s time to say something.

You stood outside their dorm building, the summer breeze felt warm against your skin.

You checked the time on your phone, Soobin said to meet him here before returning back to the party but he’s once again running late. This isn’t like him.

You finally catch Soobin walking over towards you but with another girl hooked up on his arm.

Jealousy filled you. You looked away, shoving your hands into your jeans pockets, trying to shove down the feeling. “he’s not your boyfriend…Y/N…” You repeated the words in your head over and over again. You don’t have a right to be jealous. You’re not his girlfriend.

“Soobinnie!” oh god you wanted to throw up, “my dorm is across the street there!”

You glanced over at them, this girl was drunk and clearly trying to get Soobin in her bed.

Soobin looked at you, and you quickly looked away.

“Can you make it back there on your own?” He asked.

You rolled your eyes. You knew how good Soobin was in bed, it shouldn’t surprise you he probably has been in other beds besides yours.

“I may need some help…” you wanted to barf.

“Hey,” you shouted, “you clearly aren’t drunk enough to try and get him in your room so you can obviously walk up there alone, okay?”

Soobin’s eyes widen, he’s never seen you act like that before.

“Is that your girlfriend or something?” the girl asked, “I knew you were too gorgeous to be single.”

“He's single all right,” you mumbled to yourself.

Soobin sighed, “I can’t go any further with you, I apologize.”

The girl scoffs but eventually walks away.

“What was with that attitude?” Soobin asked, giving you a sassy look.

“She clearly was trying way too hard.” you softly snap, “it was way too obvious.”

“Are you jealous?” Soobin teased, standing in front of you.

You rolled your eyes, “no reason to be jealous, you’re not my—“

“Boyfriend, I know,” he said. You looked up at him and noticed the hurt in your eyes, “but maybe I should be.”

“Wait, what?” you asked.

Soobin looked away, “I want to be your boyfriend, Y/N. It’s not just about the sex anymore, I want all of you. My heart can’t take it anymore. If I see one more man try to make a pass at you, I'm going to lose it.”

“Soobin…” you softly said his name.

“God, I love the way you say my name…but I already know your response to this, that our relationship is strictly sex. We made that agreement a year ago and—“

“Soobin shut up and kiss me right now.”

He looks deeply into your eyes and all you can see is the spark that lights up his entire being.

His hands are on the sides of your face in an instant and his lips connected to yours.

You’ve kissed him millions of times, but never like this. The last kisses have always been filled with lust, want, desire, temptation, and need. But this one was filled with…well, love.

It was filled with so much love.

“I’m in love with you, Soobin.” you whispered in between kisses, “and if one more damn woman looks at you with the desire that I have for you, I’ll commit murder.”

He giggles against your lips, “You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

“As your girlfriend, I have a right to be.”

“And as your boyfriend, I’ll allow you to be.”

You smiled against his lips, “I love you.”

“I’ve loved you since the moment you let me lead you up those stairs, my heart has been yours since the beginning.”

#tomorrow x together #choi soobin #choi soobin x reader #reader x choi soobin #choi yeonjun #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #huening kai #txt fanfiction #txt fanfic #txt x reader #reader x txt #fluff #smutt #mywriting

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fandomination666-blog · 3 months

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As someone who lives in Texas (unfortunately) I find it SO FUNNY when people make keith overwhelmingly southern. Like, cmon yall. Texas history 101, the cowboy era ended a long ass time ago, most of us DONT wear cowboy hats anymore. Why the fuck would keith ride a horse???? Nobody does that unless they own horses??? And horses are incredibly expensive???

Like, I understand cowboy aus, and historical aus, but if Texas, in 2024, isn't like that (the stereotypes are so wild) then why would it be like that in approx 2314?

Very few wear cowboy hats or boots. Very few have horses, and NOBODY rides them to school, ffs. Keith is not a farmhand.

Some texas stereotypes that are true, however...

-yeah we say yall nonstop

-ain't, wouldja, couldn't've, etc.

-confederate flag is less common here, normally you see the "come and take it" or the "don't tread on me"

-if keith ever went to public school, 1/3 of his classmates or more are Latino

-most Texans know moderate amounts of Spanish

-we celebrate Cinco de Mayo, and most ppl think it's Mexican independence day (it's not)

-barbecue.

-chili WITHOUT BEANS YOU HEATHEN

-will fight over food, family, or football

-either you support the Dallas Cowboys or the Houston Texans. Any other team is sacrilege. Once you make this choice, it WILL have effects on your social life.

-football is basically king here lol, none of the other stuff in school gets nearly the funding

-people living in rural areas (like Keith's dad) often own guns, and not pistols either-- rifles and shotguns, usually

-NOBODY SAYS YEEHAW. at least not unironically

-Texans will ironically say yeehaw, rootin-tootin, etc bc we are aware of our history and think it's wack

-were not all racist, but everyone knows at least one person who is (usually an older family member)

-mind your gotdamn manners at the table. Get those elbows away from your food

-sir and ma'am for strangers

-open doors for old people. You don't have to be a man to do this.

-please and thank you is SO important, people will assume things about you otherwise

-if you don't have a church, you miss out on a lot of community (coming from a non-religious person)

-most people here are Baptist, on that note (Hispanic people contribute to the Catholic population, but still, Baptist is #1)

-internet service is awful unless you're in a city

-we WILL close all schools for 2 inches of snow/ice

-we laugh at hurricanes, and then do our best to help our Houston neighbors

-but everybody hates Houston and Dallas, unless you live there

-most people are okay with Austin, San Antonio, etc

-EL PASO IS TINY, AND HALF OF IT IS IN MEXICO (and is called Ciudad Juárez there)

-beer is god. And God has no problem with drinking. (According to beliefs here)

-gambling is illegal here, but we love it, so states like Oklahoma have built casinos RIGHT ON THE STATE BORDER so that we can drive a bit and gamble as we please

-everybody's dad drives a truck. Otherwise people assume he's got a small pp

#I can make more #if anyone is interested #i just love/hate texas stereotypes #we have a culture..#that can be used in writing..#but people just make shit up sometimes lol #im not mad about this i just think its weird #PLEASE ask me about Texas things for keith and his dad PLEASE #we in texas dont have much to be proud of these days #let me have keith #please #keith kogane #texan keith #voltron #vld keith #vld #voltron legendary defender

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Second Chances - Part 3

Universe: Read Dead Redemption 2

Pairing: Arthur x reader

Disclaimers and Warnings: I just realized that the whole farming thing is very similar from the epilogues. It was definetly no intentional! Not finished, not proofread. English isn't my 1st language. All I know about 1899 is from google, so inacuracies will be plenty. The reader is on the older side, and identifies as a female

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

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“Fight them demons.”

He heard it inside his mind. He hadn’t seen the deer again, his mind wandering through green forests and cool lakes. The only time he saw it again, it disappeared at the entrance to a familiar campsite.

“Arthur my boy!” He heard behind him. His heart pounded as he turned but he saw nothing. “One more job Arthur!”

“No!” He shouted. “You always have a plan! One more job! No more!"

“Don’t let the demons get you…” A soft woman’s voice whispered.

“We…need…the…money!” The older man’s voice enunciated each word.

“No more!” He said to the sky. “People died for you! I died for you! Hosea! Sean! No more."

The campsite changed a couple of times. Sometimes it was two small wooden cabins in the snow, sometimes it was a big dilapidated house in the south. The world spun around him and he fell to his knees.

“No more.” He mumbled

“Fight them demons.” The voice whispered and he nodded absently.

“I’m done…No more.” He said and his mind became black.

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A few more days passed and the stranger got progressively better, to the point where your father had almost demanded that you keep the door open at all times when you were inside giving him his medicine. He was still quiet, obedient, sad and incapable of anything other than breathing, eating and sleeping. Whether the last part was because of sickness or his state of mind you didn’t know.

As usual, you kept helping the stray and it ate you inside that, unlike the animals, he didn't react accordingly. It didn’t make you angry or frustrated, but it made you feel sad too.

“When can I leave?” He asked one evening when you started to leave the room.

“Whenever you want.” You said and he hummed.

“Why did you save me?” He asked again and you stopped and turned around. He was eloquent and conscious, but most surprising, he talked in full sentences.

“Because I couldn’t come home knowing someone was dying out there.” You said and leaned back on the wall.

“I wasn’t dying. I was already dead.” He stated with conviction, looking up when you chuckled.

“Well, I might just have to call the priest then, seeing as you seem to have resurrected from a cave in the mountain." You joked but his face was blank, so you turned serious. "Listen, you either came back to life or at least three people have gone mad and have been talking with a ghost.”

“You should have left me there.” He looked up at the ceiling.

“Maybe. But I didn’t.” You sighed. “Listen, the truth is you ain't dead, not even close to it. You had the flu accompanied by a mighty fever. You seem better now…whenever you wanna leave, just walk down the stairs and out the door. Ain’t nobody gonna stop you from getting back to where you came from, back into your own life and loved ones."

His brows furrowed at the last part of the phrase.

“But…” You continued and he turned his head to look at you. “I talked to Pa and you can stay here a little while longer than needed. The ranch is very large, and we are always in need of help. If you want to stay until you get your mind together, you can. If not, like I said, the door is downstairs.”

He kept looking at you, studying you from across the room.

“Why would you offer a complete stranger a seat at your table?” He asked, his expression changing between blank and questioning. “For all you know I can kill your whole family, rob you, burn your house down, kill your kids.”

“I can hear you pacing in this room at night, when you think we are sleeping.” I smiled softly when his eyes widened. “You pace back and forth, and when the floor creaks, you stop. This means you’re mobile. In all fairness we did sleep with our guns the first night that happened, but then we realized that you didn’t even try to leave the room. The door has been unlocked this whole time and you never made a run for it. So, correct me if I’m wrong but whatever your end game is, it doesn’t involve harming us.”

The man’s face changed expression three times in five seconds. Initially, it was guilty, then it was angry, and finally it was defeated.

“Y’all don’t even know my name.” He said under his breath. “Hell, I don’t even know y'all's names.”

You told him your name, walking towards the bed, one hand extended. He moved slightly, his brows betraying his blank expression, telling you he tensed up at your movement. He pulled himself up to lean on his elbows and grabbed your hand firmly but not threateningly.

“Arthur M…Callahan…Arthur Callahan.” He announced and you nodded.

“Welcome back into the living world Mr. Callahan.” You smiled softly, shaking his hand.

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The two manly voices from upstairs kept an amicable tone as you strained to listen. You were sitting at the bottom of the stairs with the two family dogs keeping you company. Much to your delight, both men seemed to be calmly discussing something.

When you told your father about the plan to ask the stranger to stay and help he looked at you sideways, a furry black eyebrow raised upwards, leaning back into his chair. He had learned over the years to listen to your opinion, much like he had done with your mother, and take it into serious consideration.

You had placed your arguments on the table: the ranch was indeed in need of help for the upcoming season; most of the families in charge of the surrounding lands weren't getting any younger, you being one of the youngest and even then you weren't exactly a teenager and finally, your instinct kept nagging that the man somehow had nothing left to go back to.

"Oh if it's your instinct then…sign him right up." Your father grumbled sarcastically.

But at the moment he seemed to be having a conversation with the man. He was either laying down some rules or letting him know the fastest way to the train station. The voices grew quieter and you jerked your head back up the stairs as you saw not only your father, but the stranger, Arthur following behind him.

He was wearing the clothes you'd found him in. They had been washed, but you didn't stitch the holes.

"Well, it seems like Mr. Callahan will help us for a while." Your father stated, coming down the stairs. "I'm gonna grab the horses and give the man a tour of the ranch."

"Alright." You replied getting up from your place on the stairs and looking up at the men. "Miss Brant asked me to help her set up the beehives that had arrived."

The older man nodded. You looked back at the almost healthy Arthur.

"Glad to see you up and walking, Mr. Callahan." He nodded silently and you left, grabbing a hat from the hanger by the door.

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You arrived late in the evening, your horse on a rhythmic trot. The house was mostly dark, but the front porch had a soft orange glow coming from a lit lantern that your father usually left outside if you weren't home after the sun went down.

There was a shadow next to the lantern and you soon discovered Arthur sitting next to it, looking at the darkness in front of him. Lost in thought, he didn't hear you approach, didn't even notice when you stopped Dusk right near him.

"Hello Mr. Callahan." You tilted your hat to the man, still seated on your horse.

His head jerked and he snapped up to look at you, surprised by your sudden appearance.

"Oh.." he cleared his throat and nodded his head. "Good evening Miss Graham."

"You alright there?" You asked leaning into your saddle horn.

"Ah…just thinkin' I guess. It's the first time I've been out at night after the whole…ordeal." He trailed off and shook his head. "Your father didn't seem very worried about you not showing up for dinner."

"Bad news travels fast in Captain's Corner. If something had gone wrong, he'd know." You said, only moving to pat Dusk's white mane.

"Captain's Corner?" The man asked with a hint of, what you assume was, alarm in his tone.

You stood straight in your seat and opened your arms, gesturing to the air around you.

"It's the name of the land Mr. Callahan!" You said enthusiastically "Welcome to Captain's Corner Ranches."

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#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfiction

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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years

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Angst 3, 10, 19, 22, 28 & 34 Famous H starts getting distant, cold and mean and everyone around them notices... while y/n is being attacked by the media and fans and he doesn't give af, she feels like everything is her fault and that kind of life ain't for her. Ps: Please make me cryyy, I need it, tysm

Hello friend! I'm not taking requests ATM so I'm not sure which prompt list you were looking at! But I hope it's this one I've just found through my old blurbs! But I truly hope you are feeling better soon! Sending you all the love and comfort <3 I hope this one shot hits the spot!

WC: 3.5k

Y/N just knew that there was more going with Harry than just stress from being busy, as he would tell her lately. Yes, he had a rather eventful year with tour and films and promos, but he was being absolutely frigid with her. Y/N had been with pretty awful partners in her past and they had wrecked her self-esteem and sense of worth. Harry had been someone who had started to make her feel worthy and strong and worth the effort and it was easy to fall in love with him and trust him, so seeing the way he was acting towards her now made her self-doubt and loathing far worse than before. The most painful part of it all was that even if the problem was on his end of things, which she knew it was, she felt completely culpable for it all.

It made sense though. She was always the common denominator when it came the issues. She could never seem to get it right and after seeing things slowly start to go to shit with Harry no one couldn’t convince Y/N that the one who was at fault was her. She was damaged goods, she was broken, she was unworthy of someone so full of light. Maybe she deserved the way he was icing her out and the way that everyone seemed to be turning away from her. She felt her stomach twisting with hurt and a lump forming in her throat as she looked through the comment section on her Instagram.

Harry looks so miserable with Y/N! I hope he dumps her.

H looks so happy and free when she isn’t at his shows! Like he’s having way more fun and interacting with the fans.

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again… Y/N is Harry’s ugliest girlfriend LOL Sorry not sorry!

You’re such a try-hard! You literally copy everything H does for attention. Get a fucking life.

Obviously Y/N & Harry are a PR stunt! He would never get with someone that ugly LMAO

She looks like a stuck up bitch. So much for TPWK

Nobody likes you Y/N! Maybe you should just kill yourself…

Her eyes were welling up as she read the cruel words. People could be so horrible for no apparent reason. She hadn’t been OK for a while now, her mental health was suffering as people just tore her apart. The fans and the media. She wasn’t sure at what point she became the focus of people’s attention in that capacity but she wanted it all to stop. It had gotten to the point where even Jeff had pulled her aside to see if she was OK and she had mustered up the coolest smile she could and confirmed that she was fine. He didn’t seem to buy it, but he also didn’t seem to push it either and after that he didn’t ask again. She heard some foot steps approaching the hotel room and she wiped at her eyes quickly and locked her phone before switching on the TV. Soon enough the door was opening and in stepped Harry, all sweaty from his work out as he removed his ear phones.

“How was it?” She asked genuinely.

“Fine. Kinda dingy, lots of the equipment was missing.” He mumbled as he turned away from her to strip off his shirt while toeing off his sneakers.

“Oh, bummer.”

“Yeah.” He responded, “Are you gonna come to the stadium with me today?” He asked and she bit her lip for a second. The words from the comments lighting up in her head and she felt unsure.

“Do you want me to come?” She asked another question in response to his question and he sighed audibly.

“That’s not…” he paused, “Just do what you want.” He said, clearly frustrated at her response and she felt a lump in her throat.

“Sorry for upsetting you. I just don’t want to get in the way or be handful or something.” She elaborated and he turned towards her and sighed.

“Then why did you come?” He asked her and that question was like a kick to her stomach. The hurt radiated from the depths of her chest to her fingertips.

“I-”

“You’re the one who asked if you were able to come on tour with me and for what? You don’t even come to the shows! You just sit here all day watching TV on your own!” He defended his statement and she frowned, “It costs money, you know?” He said and that made her heart lurch even more, “Every date you’re here for we pay for extra food for you and I get a bigger room and shit. You don’t have to come to tours if you’re just gonna make it a miserable time for yourself and everyone else.” He said and she felt a tear slip down her cheek as he said that and she glanced down at her hands folder in her lap. That’s all she was… wasted money? Wow. It’s not that she didn’t want to be there, she definitely wanted to but the horrible things people would post about her were breaking her down from the inside out and as much as she wanted to be there to support him physically she felt it was unfair to her, she had done absolutely nothing to deserve the treatment she received. Harry saw as a few more tears slipped down her cheeks silently and sighed before approaching her.

“Hey.” He said softly as he grabbed her hand, “Look at me.” He beckoned and she glanced up at him, “Sorry, that came out wrong.” He said and she sniffled and shook her head.

“S’fine.” She offered a half smile and that seemed to appease him enough. However, it wasn’t fine, not in the slightest.

“I do want you to come tonight, by the way.” He said to her.

“OK, I’ll start getting ready.” She promised and he smiled before hurrying off to the shower.

Everyone in the band seemed to be happy she had come along and greeted her with so much warmth and kindness. Harry had just disappeared from her, as she expected. And honestly, she was doing what she would’ve done at the hotel while they sound checked - just sat there for several hours watching TV in a general area wearing a big, fat frown. Harry was in his dressing room getting fitted, he didn’t bother inviting her over or anything. She was there for a while and then got this strange feeling that someone was watching her and when she turned around she saw one of the venue’s staff member’s sneaking a video of her and then turned quickly to pretend to be busy stocking up a fridge. She really wanted to let it go, but she could already see the headlines of how she was unsupportive and didn’t want to be there anyway. She bit her lip nervously before standing.

“Ummm, excuse me?” She said to the young woman who then turned, looking at her with this feigned innocent expression.

“Yes?”

“I don’t… mean to be…” she fumbled on her words, “I ummm, I saw you taking a video of me and I would really appreciate it if you could delete it. Backstage is supposed to be camera free apart from the tour photographer and videographer. You crossed a line and on top of that, I didn’t consent to be filmed by you.” She said nervously and the girl looked offended with her.

“I wasn’t filming you.” She said with a straight face and Y/N nibbled on her lip nervously.

“OK, sorry.” She nodded and shrugged, “Maybe I just saw wrong. But it looked like you were filming and if it were someone else who saw this you could get in a lot of trouble. So just be a little more mindful so that you don’t get in any kind of problems.” She warned with a polite smile. The girl was obviously lying and she didn’t plan on telling Jeff or anything, maybe Harry after the show, but she didn’t want to get the girl’s phone confiscated or anything.

“Sure.” She said curtly before offering a fake smile and walking off. Y/N sighed and headed back to the couch.

She sat there for a couple hours until it was time for dinner and everyone was heading back to eat. She chatted with the girls and Mitch while Harry floated around. When it came time for Sarah to eat she grabbed the baby and played with him to allow her and Mitch the chance to settle down for a bit. She seemed very engrossed in that and trying to avoid Harry, it gave Sarah an odd feeling and she sat beside Y/N.

“It’s really nice to have you back.” Sarah said with a smile.

“Thanks, it’s nice to be here.” Y/N said and Sarah saw that her smile hardly even reached her eyes.

“Have you been doing OK?” She asked and Y/N nodded.

“Yeah, traveling really gets to me though.” She explained. It was odd for Sarah that Y/N was being so vague with her. They had a pretty good relationship, she just seemed so unlike herself and it was worrisome.

“You can tell me to bugger off if I’m being too nosy, but how are you and H doing?” She asked and Y/N focused her attention on the baby.

“S’alright… I mean he’s busy and tired from the touring and the traveling, and well you know how he sleeps for ages…” she said with a smile and Sarah giggled and nodded.

“It just… seems like you lot aren’t really seeing eye to eye.” She elaborated.

“Oh, definitely not today.” She huffed, “We had a bit of a tiff before heading out.” She explained and then proceeded to share with Sarah what had happened.

“Proper prick, he was.” Sarah scoffed and Y/N sighed, “I mean, yeah, but I have been a bit of a downer and just… yeah.” She accepted.

“Ummm, no. If anything that warrants him treating you far nicer than that.” Sarah expressed and she sighed, trying not to cry as Sarah validated everything she had felt deep inside, “Honestly, how’ve you been doing? I know that this can’t always be easy.” She expressed and Y/N sighed shakily.

“Honestly… it’s been rough.” She confessed, “I don’t know why, but all of a sudden the fans and the media just turned on me from one day to the next. They’re just being so cruel and making up rumors and telling me to die and I know that I should ignore it, but it just gets so loud sometimes.” She whispered painfully, tearing her attention from the baby to Sarah who was looking at her with soft eyes.

“Yeah, I can imagine.”

“People can be really cruel and it’s just been getting to me, I need to grow some thick skin or something…but lately I just… I can’t stop crying.” She disclosed sadly, “I don’t want to come around to the shows and bring gloom and doom, you know.” She sniffled.

“Oh, Y/N.” Sarah cooed and Y/N cleared her throat and blinked away the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, “Have you shared that with H?”

“Nah… we had that conversation at the start of things. He seems to get a bit frustrated when I willingly wade into it all so if you don’t mind, let's just keep that between us.” She said softly and Sarah nodded, but it made her feel uneasy to hear that. “Earlier today, when you guys were sound checking one of the venue staff was recording me back here… I asked her to delete it and she swore she wasn’t recording me, but I mean…”

“Yeah, we’re kind of trained to know these things.” Sarah said.

“Right. And I didn’t want to get her un trouble, so I apologized in case I had imagined it, but let her know to be cautious of bringing out her phone backstage because she could get I trouble. And now, I don’t doubt there’ll be some rumors about me being rude to fans or something in a few days…” she huffed in irritation.

“God…you should really tell Harry.”

“I don’t want to make waves and to get her in trouble. It’ll make things worse.”

“Yeah, I get it.” Sarah said, “But if you ever feel unsafe or threatened like that again please say something. It’s not allowed for a reason. OK?” Y/N nodded.

As always, Harry had done a marvelous job at his show and Y/N couldn’t have been more proud of him. Despite how hurt she felt by him from earlier in the day she couldn’t help but smile and kiss his sweaty forehead as he scooched into the car waiting to zip them away from the venue right after he ran offstage.

“You did so good, baby!”

“Don’t regret coming out, do you?” He chuckled and she shook her head and he grinned. They were pretty silent on the ride back after that little exchange and she pulled out her phone to kill a little time.

But the first thing that greeted her were shared posts from some of her friends. She felt her stomach drop, she knew what this would be about. She looked at the screen shots of the story recounting how rude she had been to the staff member back stage. There was a picture of her looking miserable on her own on the couch with a caption of how everyone was hanging out in another room and no one wanted to interact with her. Then there was a bit about her threatening to get the girl fired for allegedly filming her and other completely made up things that made Y/N want to scream. She felt her eyes start to well up as the vehicle came to a stop in front of the hotel, there were already fans lined up at the entrance and Y/N took a deep breath, she didn’t want to cry in front of them. Harry slipped out first, resulting in a cheer erupting from the fans and screams of his name. He extended his hand to help her out and she grabbed it to plant her feet on the ground and he let go and hurried off, thinking she was right on his heels, but he was a few steps ahead of her. However, as soon as she was within the fans’ line of sight she heard a few boos. That started to encourage some heckles of names and other insults. And then she felt something hard hit her arm and she looked down to see a cracker of sorts and she frowned.

“Ignore them.” He said to her, barely audible over the commotion.

“You’re a bitch!” Someone shouted and she felt her eyes start to well up.

“Harry deserves better!” Someone else heckled and she started to hurry towards him. She felt a few more things bouncing off of her and then suddenly she gasped as a far heavier object was making impact with the side of her head and the she just felt soaked. She glanced down to see a Starbucks drink all over her top and she felt it also dripping down the side of her face.

“Harry!” She shrieked and he turned back and gasped from the shock. She immediately started to cry upon the absolute humiliation of this. She expected him to at least say something, but he didn’t address it at all.

“Fuck, come on.” He mumbled to her and reached for her hand and pulled her inside swiftly. She only cried as they rode up to their hotel room and he squeezed her hand in reassurance. She felt worthless and stupid and she was completely speechless that he didn’t say anything to the fans out there about their abusive behavior. She was so disappointed in him and it seemed to complete break her as they stood there in silence. She moved her hand out of his as soon as the elevator opened and she rushed down the hall to their room.

“Y/N!” She didn’t respond as she keyed her way into the room, not bothering to hold the door open for him, causing him to rush in before it closed on him, “Hey, baby.” He said as she grabbed her toiletry bag from her suitcase and she didn’t respond, “Y/N!” He practically shouted at her only to be met with silence as hot tears continued to stream down her cheeks and then she hurried into the bathroom and slammed the door loudly. Harry hurried over to the door, about to knock on it when he heard the shower come on and then he heard the shower door shut after a few moments and then he just heard her start to sob. It made his insides twist up horribly as he heard her cries.

He knew she’d been having a rough time, but so had he. He didn’t feel like he needed to defend his relationship or justify it to people who really had no idea what he was truly like. He felt that if he talked about what had been happening he would just be fueling the fire and that was the last thing he wanted to do. And so he waited, but once her shower hit the 30 minute mark he was dozing off. Harry woke up to Y/N pulling on a crewneck over her wet hair. He squinted in the light of the room and groaned groggily before stretching a bit.

“Baby.” He mumbled and when she didn’t answer he sat up and he felt his insides sink uncomfortably when he saw that she was fully dressed and packed up, “Baby, where are you going?” He shot up and she sniffled and shook her head.

“I can’t do this anymore, Harry.” She whispered painfully.

“Tour?” He asked and she whimpered through her tears and shook her head.

“Us. I can’t do it anymore.”

“Baby, don’t say that! It’s just some stupid fans!”

“It’s not though! They all fucking hate me and it seems like you do too! You didn’t even defend me after they fucking hurt me!” She accused, “You just sit there and let it happen! I can’t believe you did this to me!” She cried and he pouted.

“What do you want me to say? What could I have even done to fix that after it had been done already?!” He questioned defensively.

“Your lack of involvement led up to this moment, Harry. You’ve been icing me out for months and I don’t buy the stressed and tired excuse anymore! We’re all stressed and we’re all tired! Especially me! For months now I have been cyber-bullied and threatened and harassed and told to kill myself! I am falling apart and you don’t even seem to give a shit and it fucking hurts! It hurts when the person you love couldn’t even be arsed with defending you!”

“It just makes it worse if I say something, Y/N!”

“Maybe, but it reassures me that you care about me and my feelings! You know what I’ve been through and you know that I like to feel reassured! This, whatever the fuck we are, I never wanted this.” She hiccuped through her tears, “It’s over.” She wept and Harry frowned.

“Y/N-”

“I can’t anymore, H. I can’t.” She gasped through her tears, “I hate how I feel when I’m with you. I hate it so much!” She admitted and that just about tore him apart. He felt absolutely gutted as the words replayed over and over in his mind.

“You’re ending this over some stupid fans?” He asked incredulously and completely overcome with hurt.

“Yes, so please get out of my way, I want to go.” She persisted and his face morphed from one of disappointment and disbelief to one of anger.

“You’re fucking someone else, aren’t you?” He questioned.

“No, what the fuck?”

“Oh please, why else would you just dump me this way? You’re incredible, didn’t take you long to move on from me, huh?” He asked and she scoffed.

“Harry, no! This isn’t about any other man! It’s about you and the fans and their attitude towards me.”

“Sure fucking thing, Y/N… sure fucking thing.” He countered and she shook her head through her tears.

“You are absolutely unbelievable and I can’t believe I ever fell for you.” She cried as she pushed past him to the hotel room door. He rushed after her as she wheeled her suitcase down the corridor and to the elevator and pressing the down arrow.

“Y/N, you can’t seriously be ending our relationship over this fucking prank! Please.” He begged, grabbing her hand and she frowned.

“Please let me go, Harry.” She whispered shakily.

“Baby, no.” he whimpered and she sighed.

“Let me the fuck out of your hold or I will scream.” She warned and he sniffled as he reluctantly let her go.

“You’re coming back, right?”

“No, save yourself some fucking money without me here anyway.” She threw back what he had said to her earlier.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I wasn’t-”

“Stay the fuck away from me, Harry. I mean it.” She warned as the doors slid open.

“Y/N, baby, please-” he whimpered and she sighed sadly.

“Goodbye, Harry.”

Read Part 2 here!

#0nlythrowharrybeaux #harry styles angst #harry styles #writing #harry styles fan fic #angst

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sundaepoppy · 10 months

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Hello!! I love ur blog!

I wanted to request Pip and Estella (seperate) x fem! imp! s/o thats blind if thats okay?

Pip and Estella with a blind Imp s/o💖💛💛💘

Note: Yep yep sure thing ^^

Genre: You decide!

Warnings: I have no clue.

Gender: Female

💛 Pip Pirrup 🩸

Oh your blind? that's perfectly fine dear he wouldn't see you any different!

He won't deny that he feels bad that you can't see certain stuff or places he takes you too. But that's okay! He can describe them to you to make you feel better!

Ain't nobody gotta say anything rude about you being blind because they might go blind themselves one day. What goes around comes around ^^

However, if someone actually does manage to make you cry or upset. Pip will comfort you until you're no longer sad or he might even bring a gift or take you to your favorite place just name it dear! ❤️

Once you're happy again, Pip will fly off to go deal with the person who made you sad....🩸🩸

He comes back with his mouth covered in blood, I think you know exactly what he did the person <3

If you're having trouble walking around because your blind, He will gladly grab your hand and fly you to wherever you want to go. (If you want him to of course). You know you can use your wings to fly but you do sometimes have a hard time knowing where you are going and Pip worries for you💛💛💛💛

💛 Estella Havisham 🌀

Doesn't mind that you're blind either, she will hold your hand to keep you from tripping or bumping into things. She would try to hide the fact that she likes holding your hand.

Oh you bet she is going to be hella angry when she sees people making fun of you for being blind.

She can't be such imbeciles would have the audacity to make fun of her s/o while they're being pathetic excuses of a human in her eyes.

She will deal with them later after she comforts her sad s/o❤️💔💔❤️‍🩹

She knows you can take care of yourself, but she can't deny that she is worried for your safety and she doesn't want you getting hurt because you didn't notice what was in front of you and bump into it.

She'll only use her hypnotize powers on you if you're at the risk of getting hurt so she can prevent that from happening to you💛💛💛💛💛

The first image of Pip is him staring into my soul OvO

#south park x reader #south park #hellpark #hellpark x reader #pip pirrup x reader #estella havisham x reader #pip pirrup #estella havisham #blind reader #romantic or platonic #south park x y/n #sp x reader #south park headcanons #south park scenarios

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sharonisthebettercarter · 4 months

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contemplated at shooting annie (which he unnecessarily did)

punched Hughie for stopping him from killing Kimiko’s brother, Kenji, right in front of her. Then said if he got in the way of him reuniting with Becca, he’d kill Hughie too.

Used an infant as a weapon and threatened to kill them

Is a hypocrite himself (obviously)

Killed a whale

Drugged Marvin

He was willing to sell Ryan to Vought knowing that it would likely mean another Homelander. He didn't care, because it meant he would have Becca.

Insulted Ryan, TO BECCA'S FACE (honestly, Becca should've never tried to make Billy like, let alone tolerate Ryan if she knew that Billy has a weak connection with children and is distrustworthy around them. Like she should've just told him to kick rocks and make sure he won't have a hand in raising Ryan either)

He said that Becca could just "have another kid", not understanding that kids aren't replaceable, like objects (jewelry, cars, houses, etc.) That attitude is fucking horrifying if you're a parent, and I'd worry that he would have that attitude towards any kids (whether mere mortal or supe)

He betrayed his team multiple times

Threatened to kill hughie multiple times

doesn’t care who he hurts in the process

Gaslighted ryan

Let's also add the fact that he CHEATED ON BECCA WHEN THEY WERE TOGETHER

Attempts to kidnap Zoe (based on what the trailers implying)

UNALIVES 2 CHARACTERS AT LEAST (ONE MAIN CHARACTER) wouldn't surprise me if it turns out to be Hughie, considering he threated to unalive Hughie numerous of times.

In all honesty, I hope he hallucinates an angry Becca and Becca's ghost haunts him in the next seasons, like Rhonda's ghost haunted Anika in "Empire".

don't forget unnecessarily attempted to blow up teddy stillwell~!

this shit would be why i roll my eyes anytime someone calls billy an 'aNtI-hErO' or 'gOoD', leik Y'ALL--

lol oh no dear gawd you poor bitch, my dear sweet beautiful angel baby child~<3

just wait until we get to the end of the story or even just a *little* bit further along... this ain't even the half of it...

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the ever expanding shit list on butcher can make homie look tame at times, but yeah no~. def not a good guy, def not right in anyway, one of the big main points of the story is proving butcher wrong and showing just how far his own head was up his own ass.

he's a secondary villain to the series, primary being h--VOUGHT (but also since people forget our *actual* hero is HUGHIE, and that the supes themselves are a SYMPTOM not the actual source of the problems *cough*cough*HEY REMEMBER STARLIGHT WHO EXISTS??* OR THIS WHOLE ASS ABUSIVE FUCKIN' COMPANY THAT EXPLOITS CHILDREN AND EXPERIMENTS ON BABIES LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS??????) and leik. he is *made* specifically to disappoint and prove the reader/viewer *wrong* about him (apart from prove himself wrong) by being his absolute worst with zero excuses for it at legit every chance he gets. mainly by being a serial killer butt~

he's *designed* to toy with our emotions and the hope that we see some *good* in him or give him the benefit of the doubt, because we are seeing the story mostly from *hughie's* perspective, and that is specifically how *HUGHIE* feels about him. and some are def blind to it (like hughie lmao) but some can see through butcher's bullshit (like *annie*)

like his whole damn niche is *dragging* homelander down to his level and causing chaos beyond his own wildest wet dreams at the *expense* of everyone else, and homie clocked that motherfucker before giving him the promise of that ticking time bomb explosion because butcher ain't the only one pushing him too far--but he is certainly the most devoted.

his *obsession* with homie completely consumes his life and everything he does. homelander *hardly* cares about billy beyond his being a persistent thorn in his side that *occasionally* provides *some* level of interest.

i think an easy gauge at what's really going on is to look no further than annie's perspective. many people are more than willing to overlook butcher's bullshit, but annie describes what's going on probably better than anyone i've seen.

for homie? she specifically says. "there's something *wrong* with homelander", but with butcher she just gets fuckin' mad MAD because HE. KNOWS. BETTER. and does worse.

the framing there isn't a mistake. leik at all.

post gen v, i saw a bunch of people calling for the gen v kids to join the boys or for butcher to 'adopt' them and the only thing i could think was 'dear fuckin' satan, for the love of GAWD, PLEASE NO' because the only thing butcher does and *would* do is~

ABUSE.

USE.

MURDER WHEN THEY ARE NO LONGER OF USE.

LATHER, RINSE, REPEAT.

it is LITERALLY all he does the WHOLE fuckin' time, and it's comin' to a head cause there is only so much bullshit his team will tolerate, and i--.

MM IS BETTER ANYWAY AND IF ANYONE SHOULD BE DOING ANY ADOPTING--

i need butcher... to stay THE FUCK *away* from the gen v kids because *when* he hurts them i will lose my shit--

i don't think hughie will die. given the comic, he's actually one of the few people i would say is actually guaranteed to survive (again, goes back to people forgetting *hughie* is our protagonist, NOT butcher), but he may be the one who ends up killing butcher, def not before billy does a ton of damage to showcase what an irredeemable scumbag he really is (i love him, i really do BUTT JESUS fuckin' CHRIST MAN--)

when it comes to ryan, that's a whole 'nother can o worms, but there's a part of me that honestly feels billy only protected him--not because he actually gives a shit about ryan specifically (let's not forget that moment he was about to beat ryan to death when becca died), but because he actually does care specifically about *keeping his promise to becca* and the leverage that ryan *is* over homelander.

and while i do think it's possible that through that and in his own twisted round about way, he *cares* for ryan in a similar way he cares for hughie (mostly just the connection to becca tho), i also think it's pretty likely there is a part of him that deeply resents ryan *specifically*, i think its SUPER duper fuckin' likely that as soon as billy gets the idea in his head that:

'ryan is a lost cause and can't be saved'?

*and* he's no longer of use to billy?

that poor kid's gonna fall to the 'just another supe freak/only worth somethin' dead' list for billy. :/

and i get it, it is fuckin' infuriating but he is supposed to be infuriating because we're supposed to realize just how full of shit and actually evil he really is under the bravado. he's just another extremist opposite of homelander to the point where even their desires and presentation, inner and outer, ring opposite.

boi is a wannabe frank castle with ZERO fuckin' principles.

but yeah, once you get to the point of trying to BLOW UP A FUCKIN' BABY, i--

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agoddamn · 1 year

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@waxpet GOD LIKE _(:3」∠)_

Tobirama is also the FIRST Hokage to throw hands in defense of Konoha, too. There's a fanon perception that he had a cold reputation but as soon as we see him on-page he's the first one to go "your philosophical breakdown ain't cute, people fucking live there and you don't get to kill grandma because you're mad at The System."

Which is an interesting flavor of character practicality that I think often goes underappreciated in fiction. A lot of rebellious characters want to tear down The System for a hundred different (good!) reasons but there's very few people willing to up and say, "yeah, but unfortunately a lot of people even worse off than you rely on that crappy system so you don't get to throw a tantrum about it that kills them."

Which, admittedly Tobirama never spells that out either and I'm projecting at least a little! But that's what his instant defense of Konoha says to me, because unlike Hashirama he doesn't have a wife and kids that he left in Konoha and he doesn't have his whole identity from childhood invested in Konoha as a concept. The only logical explanation left is just...that Tobirama is honestly defending all those nameless generic NPCs that nobody cares about. Peace-loving Hashirama is the one willing to entertain Sasuke's questions; cynical bitch Tobirama is the one to say, "this isn't a philosophical hypothetical, this is human lives."

So like. That he's got this quiet dedication to shitty, worthless, forgotten people he has no personal connection to but he also feels like he's living in service of other people's dreams and he takes the first available opportunity to die as soon as all his closest people are dead, because he can support someone with a dream but he can't personally live for that dream.

_(:3」∠)_

#senju tobirama #nart opinions

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total-drama-takes-the-squeakquel · 2 months

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a note to the most wnnoying person i ever seen (i hope you get fwrted on)

jater thinks she's so cool for hating on jo and calling her random ass pronouns.. nro you are NOT cool that is plain obsession buddy.. " she's a pick me she's a that " bro she's a teenage girl struggling with acting feminine are you serious right now mate.. plus nobody cares about your bull shit ass explanation on why jo sucks cuz ur just saying the same thing and ur a massive ass hater!! ur in the total drama fandom but you act like you hate total drama in general like wtf just leave at this point box head

zoke is a good ship and jock is too u just mad u ain't got no love because nobody wants to love ur sorry ass LOL!!!!! and buddy ur not quirky by saying jo is an it and he.. plus i'm pretty sure ur fat phobic so yeah ur canceled!! i ain't never seen someone so upset over a FICFIONAL CHADACYER like go get a fucking life dude jo is a minor it's not that serious? + you wanna be talking abt annoying but literally you probably rewatched ROTI just for jo so you can "point out her flaws." be honest ik you are head over heels lesbian over her dawg. you must hate every other masculine women because you hate jo so much, might as well admit you hate eva too. (which they could both solo you bro) and also, you're not funny either nobody likes ur moldy ass dawg!! if you had a favorite it'd probably be some rare ass characters just so you can make urseld seem special.. cos ur on the "sexy tumblr man" app looking for attention like gtfo that's actually wild we going to war on GANG!!!!!!!

jo and brick, jo and anns maria.. their interactions are awesome did we not see the same season or are you just wonked up in the head? you're stupidity is so annoying it ruins the tdi experience for everyone around you man loke go get a hobby instead of venting on how much you hate jo.. then ur gonna come back at me with just insults and saying jo sucks like find something original for once.. anyways jock4life brick and jo literally competing to see how much affection they can give eachofher you clearly are a partypooper and have no life + you must not have been whooped as a chold go outside you LOSER

and let me explain why all ur points are wrong: despite jo being jn 2 seasons i sk far seen so many people relate to her and she has tons of favorites so i dont know bout you but you acting like she ran over your grandma.. plus jo is a honest and good player bro look at her and cameron's interactions she's so fun to watch and her all stars elimination was so unfair.. plus tomboys are cool and awesome UNLIKE JR PSTHETIC STINKY BUM ASS!!! like miss you aren't special and nobody is homophobic you're literally like misogynistic or something u a massive hater.. also making several long ass post about jo shows how much you actually love her bdo you named urself after her. JO WOULDALSO FLAME YOJ IN AM INSTSNT

jo and brick is a good ship because there are many ways you can headcanon them.. literally brick not caring about if jo is masculine or not and supporting her in any way shape or form.. also you don't know what a pick me is btw :3 jo being hesitant at first but eventually warms up you JUST 👏 ARENT 👏 SEEING 👏 THE 👏 VISION! BECAUSE UR A BLIND ASS BITCH BAIII ;-;

also btw

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#car anon #total drama #blog takes #long post

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imaginesbymonika · 2 years

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It all tastes like poison.

Finale part 1 of 3.

previous chapter

masterlist

Pairing: Homelander x fem!reader / Solider Boy x fem!reader

Plot: based on this request: “can you please write an imagine about someone who use to be with soldier boy before he "died» which left her broken, but she still worked with vought for years because she ages slower than normal and she meets homelander who she kinda falls for, but when ben comes back she gets mixed emotions till he tries to kill homelander and then she'll have to work with everyone else to get him back into the box, which she doesn't want to do. LIKE ANGST?”

warnings: f-bombs, mentions of death and murder, mentions of blood, fightings, mentions of generational trauma, mentions of rape and cheating

The anger inside Y/N's chest is only swelling with each step that she takes towards Homelander. John can smell it, and it sends a cold shiver down his spine. Anger always has a special smell to it, no matter in what situation. But hers... hers was burning his nostrils.

He sniffels and clears his throat.

"I'm alone.", Homelander ultimately says, his hands behind his back. It physically anguishes Y/N, that she can't fry his brain. "I just want to talk."

He opens up his arms:" I know what it's like to have your team betray you." Hot tears are dwelling up in his blue eyes as his gaze shifts towards Y/N for a moment before it moves back to Soldier Boy. " But with you and I together... they wouldn't stand a chance. Nobody would." He chuckles slightly, it's an unsteady noise like nails on a chalkboard. He is slowly starting to reach an emotional breaking point and everyone could see it.

Soldier Boy slowly walks towards him:" Unless we kill each other first."

"That's true. But why?", the blonde man asks:" What, because they said so? They're nothing. He is human and she..." He chuckles again, and now it's filled with bitterness and resentment:" She will betray you too. Eventually."

"Don't you listen to this fucking twat.", Butcher declares:" He ain't your kid."

"Yes, I am.", John shouts through gritted teeth and points towards Ben:" I am your son. I am your blood! That's all that matters."

It takes a moment for Ben to respond and he senses Y/N behind him. She is standing so close, that he can almost feel her unsteady breath on his neck. It's protective. He knows that she would kill for him- again. Over and over again until they were the last ones standing.

Homelanders eyes don't leave him when he moves towards the door. Americas hero disappears for a short moment to return with someone else...

"Ryan.", Butcher mumbles and a horrefied look appears on his face. The tall man watches how Y/N's eyes glow green- and even if it's just for a second, it is one second too long. This was no stable environment for him.

"This is my son. Ryan."

Y/N feels how her insides twist and turn. The hostility that she feels inside is virtually overwhelming. It makes her want to burn down the entire fucking planet. That child was breathing evidence of John's cheating. Gosh, she never wanted to eradicate anything as badly as she wanted to eradicate that stupid kid.

"Your grandson!" "Hi, Grandpa."

Her breath quickens at that. She feels how she cannot turn him into slime either. He is too much like his father in that department. But she didn't care- not really, if she has to break his neck with her bare hands she will do it. In a heartbeat. Ben turns around for a moment, and he reaches for Y/N's hand to give it a reassuring squeeze.

"You see.", Homelander smiles through his tears:" You have a family. You have him and-." He stops, while his emotions seem to overpower him. he had never been good with them. After all, no one taught him how to regulate them. "And you have me."

Ben chuckles softly and his right hand moves up to touch his shoulder, while his upper lip begins to twitch. "It's a shame that I've missed... so much. I wish I could have raised you, taught you, father to son."

Homelander nods:" Me too. That's okay. We're not alone anymore. We have each other." Ben's gaze falls upon Ryan, who is proudly standing next to his father. "Maybe if I'd raised you... if they hadn't seperated me from you ... and Y/N... I could have made you better." Homelander blinks and concern flashes up in his blue eyes. "And not some weak, sniveling pussy, starved for attention. But there's no fixing that now."

"Weak?", Homelander's voice cracks and even though he makes an effort to not show it, all color drains off his face:" I'm you."

"I know. You're a fucking dissapointment."

#angst #x reader #imagine #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy #homelander #homelander x reader #the boys imagine #the boys x reader #billy butcher #hughie campbell #soldier boy fic #the boys s3

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kellyscowboy · 24 days

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Hiii!! You’re my favorite ikeshot person! You write their personalities and dynamic so well!!

could you write something based on the song the 30th by Billie Eilish? the story behind the song is someone gets into a really bad car wreck(or accident of some sort) and the aftermath of it

hii!! i meant to answer this sooo long ago but i got caught up w/ school & have also been in a sims 4 grind LMFAO. thank you so much for this request!! i apologize if this is a little off from what you may have expected or what i have written in the past. it's been a hot minute since i've written this dynamic so pls bare w/ me :'). again, thank you so much for this request! i appreciate you & your support <33333

i wasn't sure if you wanted this to be modern!au or in the canon au, but i made it canon. so it doesnt EXACTLY follow the lyrics. but essentially follows the point of the song!! ALSO!! @sparkedblaze this is also for you because you are the reason i write for ikeshot <3

CW: blood mentioned, car accident mentioned, uhhh probably cussing i lowkey don't remember tbh, UHH sad gays idk i forgot how to do this

Hotshot couldn't help but stare. It made him sick to do so, but he couldn't stop. It was like watching a gruesome fight that you couldn't tear your eyes away from. Except it was Ike. His Ike. All bruised, cut, and bloodied; scrawled out pathetically on a hospital bed. He was all but disfigured. All but unrecognizable.

But often times he had this look about him, and Hotshot couldn't help but think he looked the exact same as he did before the accident. He would just look off into the distance, similar to how he used to look at the stars before everything. Occasionally he would squirm under his boyfriend's intense stare. But outside of that, he said and did nothing. He wouldn't move an inch until a nurse came to make him eat, or until Hotshot would force him to use the bathroom.

"We don't need ya kidneys to fail, now. You'se already been through enough."

It made Hotshot nauseous to take care of the boy. They had never been in this position before. Usually, it was Hotshot laid up with a broken bone or some odd illness nobody else got. And Ike was always right at his side. It didn't feel right when the roles were reversed. Not to either of them.

Ike was knocked out for a long time. The doctors and nurses started to doubt he would ever wake up. They had begun to prep Hotshot for the worst, not that he ever listened to them. All he did was sit, stare, and pray to whatever god was listening that his boy would wake up.

When he did finally wake up, the hospital was in a frenzy. There was a hushed, excited buzz about the air. All the nurses would linger by the doorway of his room and gossip about his 'miraculous awakening.'

The second his eyes opened, he was bombarded with numerous questions from the doctors. They were long, confusing questions that contained words that Hotshot could hardly believe were real. Ike was quickly overwhelmed. Tears teetered on the brink of his eyes and his breathing became rapid.

"Would ya stop pesterin' him for a second? He just woke up! What's wrong with the lotta ya? Huh? Ain't you supposed to be professionals? Let the boy breathe!" Hotshot yelled as he jumped to his feet. "He ain't just some medical miracle, alright? He's a person just like you 'n me. Give 'im a second."

One by one, the doctors and nurses began to shuffle out of the room. Each one glancing over their shoulders as they left. Hotshot could hear their gossiping whispers outside the door as he sat down closer to Ike.

"What's happenin'?" Ike asked. His voice was small, hoarse, and confused.

Hotshot furrowed his eyebrows and grabbed his lover's hand. "What'dya mean? Dont'cha remember? You was hit by one of them fancy new electric carriages."

Ike's initial confusion turned into a quick look of horror as he caught a glimpse of his bruised arms. "But... I'm alive right? I'm here? This is real?" The boy had started to freak out. He analyzed his arms, turning them every which way. He leaned forward, wincing as he did, and yanked the cover off his legs. It wasn't a pretty sight, and Hotshot had to stop himself from dry heaving just from seeing his boyfriend in such a state.

Gently, Hotshot pulled the blankets back over the boys legs. "You'se alright, Ike. For a couple of days there, I was worried. You'se was knocked out cold. But ya alive now. That's all that matters. You're alive." He wanted to do something. Squeez the boys hand, give him a pat on the leg... something. But he couldn't in fear of hurting the boy further. So, he just nodded and flashed him a forced, tight smile. "I think ya oughta lay down. You get yourself too worked up sometimes. It'll get worse if ya don't relax a little."

The other boy couldn't help but let out a laugh. He grabbed his chest in pain after he did. "Sounds like somethin' I'd usually tell you."

"Right." Hotshot rolled his eyes fondly. "Well, I reckon them so-called professionals out there are gonna wanna ask ya some questions. I'll make sure they go easy on ya, yeah?"

Ike nodded and closed his eyes as the other boy got up to let the doctors back in. He took a deep breath, once again wincing in pain, and prepared himself for the horror that would be the next few minutes.

Hotshot often felt ashamed when looking back on the day of the accident. None of it was his fault. He was often reminded by the Brooklyn boys that there was no way he could've known. But he felt as though he should've. That he should have seen the conjugation of people and he should've known. He should've listened to his gut telling him it was someone he knew. Someone important. Should've ran up and helped. But he didn't.

"It was a Tuesday, Hotshot." Spot had told him in the hospital. "Ya never could'a known. He ain't never come over to visit on a Tuesday. 'Specially not so early. Quit beatin' yerself up about it."

Even Mike had come and talked to him. Usually, they just sat there together in complete silence. But even Mike knew it wasn't his fault. "Listen, I know we ain't close but I gotta talk to ya about this. Spot told me what happened. That you'd seen the accident but didn't think nothing of it and..." He paused. Hotshot prepared himself to get screamed at. Berated for being an absolute idiot and not helping the others brother. But the ambush never came.

"It ain't ya fault," Hotshot continued. "Honest. Ya know I'd scream and kill ya if it was. Ain't no way you coulda took one look at the scene and knew it was him. Hell, I'm his twin brother and I didn't even get the sense that something was wrong 'till Scram came runnin' to tell the news." He sighed again and took another pause. "Even if ya had known. Even if ya had gone and tried to help, what could you have done? Huh? Ya ain't a professional. Situation woulda been the same any way about it."

Hotshot nodded. He understood them. He understood everyone who had come to talk to him. Deep down, he knew it wasn't his fault. But he couldn't stop beating himself up about it.

He relived the day in his head almost every single night. It was a normal Tuesday. Up as early as the birds, carrying the banner and collecting pity from people wandering the streets. He had seen the commotion early in the day. In fact, it had been right after he had bought his papers for the day.

It's far too early for this, he recalled thinking. There was always something going on in New York. Especially in Brooklyn and especially around the circulation buildings. Typically, it was a rough fist fight between two newsies, and at its worst it was a robbery of some sort. But neither of which would cause such a big commotion nor gathering of police and medical personnel.

Hotshot knew deep down something was wrong. He felt drawn to the accident, but he put it aside as his love for fights. Which is what he assumed it was. A big fight that got out of hand. Maybe one that had contanied multiple newsies instead of just two, or that had somehow gotten an adult of importance involved.

But he ignored the calling to the scene. He had a stack of papers on his bicep and they weren't going to sell themselves. Besides, the quicker he was done with work the quicker he could join Ike at Jacobi's. He hadn't even really thought of stopping to see what had happened. Just that it might be something interest, but not something he could be bothered to stop for.

Just thirty minute later, he heard Scram's pattering feet behind him. He turned quickly on his heel, looking down at the boy. He had a horrified look on his face and his cheeks were stained with tears. The boy began to speak, sputtering and rambling over himself. "It's- Ike- Well, he- It was a car- And-"

Hotshot's blood ran cold at the mention of Ike's name. The papers on his arm hit the ground with a thump and sent dust flying into the air around them. "Ike? What about Ike?" Scram began to cry again, flailing his arms and pointing behind him. Hotshot's heart sank. "Scram, spit it out! I need to know what happened!"

"There was an- an accident! He got hurt, real bad. Barely looks alive. He keeps askin' for ya! Ya gotta go! Quick! They're loadin' him into the ambulance!"

"Where, Scram? Where?"

Scram's face was red and covered in snot. "Right outside the circulation building!"

Hotshot's heart sank even farther, something he hadn't believed to be possible. "Listen to me, Scram. Listen good. You go run and you don't stop running 'till you find Mike, alright? You tell him everything. You tell Manhattan everything. Okay?" He didn't even wait for the boys response.

He abandoned his dropped papes as he sprinted as fast as he could back to the circulation building. As he arrived at the scene, he couldn't help but be angry. He pushed his way through the crowd, screaming obscenities and demanding they let him into the ambulance. Police tried to hold him back when he finally made it to the front.

"He's been asking for me! They told me he's been asking for me! I'm Hotshot! Ya gotta let me in!" Hotshot screamed. "His family's all the way in 'Hattan! Ya can't let him go alone! He'll be scared!" Before he could stop himself, he screamed: "Ya can't let 'im die alone!"

Upon hearing the last bit—and discussing the boys name, which the injured boy had been groggily repeating over and over again—the officers let the boy through. Hotshot climbed into the back of ambulance and gripped onto the other boys hand.

"Ya think I'm gonna die?" Ike sputtered out, blood covering his mouth. "I- Mike's gonna be so mad. He ain't gonna have no-one."

Hotshot realized what he had yelled previously and began to panic. "Nah, nah. Ya ain't gonna die, Ike. You'se too strong to, okay? I just said that so they'd let me through. That's all. You'se gonna be just fine."

"I'm scared, Hotshot. I'm really scared."

"Hey, don't say that. You'se gonna be alright. Don't be scared. I ain't! I know you'se gonna be just fine. Okay." But the truth was, Hotshot was horrified. He hadn't been so scared in his entire life. He dropped his voice to a whisper as he continued to speak. "Ya still look so pretty, ya know that? Gorgeous, Ike. Ya gorgeous."

After hearing Hotshot's whispers, the boy took a deep, choked breath and closed his eyes.

After Ike finally woke up, he often thought aloud about what would've happened among different circumstance. Hotshot hated hearing it. He hated thinking about how, if the situation had only been slightly different, Ike could've died.

"What if it had been on Thursday? Someone else coulda been drivin' it. Goin' faster, not have slowed down or stopped. Coulda taken me straight into the next life."

"Would ya stop that?" Hotshot muttered. His face was deep in his hands.

Ike paused for a couple of minutes before speaking up once again. "I coulda been on ya bridge. They coulda sent me straight over into the water. I don't even know how to swim now. Imagine it with broken bones..."

"Ike."

"I coulda been in that neighborhood where all them families lived. Some little kid coulda found me and not told anyone cause they'd be scared they'd get in trouble or something."

"Ike."

"If it had been winter and it was snowing or rainin'. And the car had skidded, lost control. Hit me full speed."

Hotshot had started to tear up and his composure was breaking. "Ike, please." He begged in a broken voice.

But Ike couldn't help himself. He was spiraling. "Or if I was on one of them backroad nobody goes on. Nobody woulda even seen it happen. If just a small little thing was different, I'd probably be-"

"Ike!" Hotshot finally yelled. "Stop. You need to stop. I can't keep doin' it. Can't keep listenin' to ya kill yaself in your daydreams. You're alive, okay? You're alive. So just shut up! Because there's no life, no reality where I'm letting ya die. Alright? Especially not at the hands of some rich idiot's fancy car. So just... stop."

Ike nodded, his voice small. "Sorry. I just... I'm just freaking out. I dunno if I'm meant to be alive right now."

Hotshot sighed. "Listen. You'se the great person alive." He sat down and gently took ahold of his boyfriends hand. "If anyone in this world's meant to be alive, it's you. Alright?" He kissed Ike's hand and wiped at his eye with his own hand. "You're alive, Ike. Don't think about anything else. We got a buncha years ahead of us. Don't worry 'bout nothin' else."

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theomnicode · 2 years

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I feel like there's a definite hint somewhere here

About Saitama being lonely and the fix being found somewhere in a place of social function where you need a partner, but he's just procastinating. King naturally, has the best and most truthful advice in the series how Saitama can better his life. Not having friends is not the reason he feels he's lonely, especially when he has real friends now.

Many forms of social dances are in fact, partner dances. Like ballroom dances or something like competitive dancing. If anyone has seen competitive dancing...that shit is downright intimate and you definitely need a partner you can trust. Not saying Saitama is gonna go down competitive dance route. Dancing is definitely something he wouldn't do on his own. Classic waltz is a fair amount of intimate on it's own.

Now...if someone like Amai-mask pressured him to learn how to dance because of some high social function that he's demanding Saitama go because reasons and then he needed a partner for practicing...Genos would 100% be his partner in crime.

"Life is a journey with no destination."

If Saitama actually stopped procastinating, looked around, stopped being stupid and allowed himself some good things, he could notice that the answer to his loneliness has been living with him for the past 3 months. Because he's been craving for intimacy with another human being for quite some time, like he says in cd dramas, but he's slow to open up and realize what he wants and what he has coincide.

I understand the feeling all too well: low self-esteem, so you think you're not good enough or attractive enough for partner. Feeling like if people get to know you better, they would judge you and your eccentric hobbies to hell and back. Thinking you probably won't find anybody you yourself might find attractive and them liking you back. Because you're an oddity of the society and outcast, weird in some way, nerdy or otherwise. Then having similar hobbies to even spend time together. But still thinking at the back of your head how it would feel like to be intimate with someone and craving that human contact.

Saitama is self-conscious, has low self-esteem and struggles with expressing himself, his emotions, has problems with his humanity and doesn't let people close either. Trying to find a partner that would fulfill the above quotas and would also understand him would be like finding a needle in a haystack. Even worse, said partner would legitimately have to be S-class to even be able to survive Saitama's lifestyle of being a hero and practically facing god-level threats when OPM God for instance does not hesitate to use the people he cares about against him and kill them.

Yet ironically, he found exactly that kind of person, that one person in a million, someone who constantly gets stronger too but he keeps wallowing in self-misery anyway and doesn't do jacksquat about it. Ain't nobody gonna be able to say Genos is not practically obsessed already and isn't constantly trying to change himself to be more attractive choice. Either because Saitama's in denial, not openminded enough, thinking it's somehow inappropriate like perversion or he thinks intimacy is strictly romantic/sexual and he can't have platonic intimacy. Hugs between friends exist and it's toxic masculine way of thinking he can't do things like hug Genos cuz they're both guys and it's not manly enough or it could be seen as too homoerotic.

Now, my wish fulfillment scenario is for them to stop skirting around the issue and do something about it. They both need it and want it and I would die for some cute canon saigenos. Saitama cares about Genos a lot and he was practially getting shaken this last few chapters roughly to "bloody do something about it before that chance goes away, you dumbass." He can protect people he loves if he actually initiates physical contact with them and wants it hard enough, like he did with Genos' core. He won't be able to properly protect people he cares about if he never initiates proper physical contact.

My Saigenos shipper wish fulfillment scenario is to have Genos and Saitama dance and Genos actually dip Saitama. I want to see that entire bald head flush bright red.

Genos needs to be more bold if he wants to make Saitama figure out things inside that head of his and get some cogs turning. Sai takes too long to figure out shit.

Saitama getting together with Genos would solve about half of both their problems lol.

Now, if Z-city has an actual city station left though, after Tatsumaki and Psykorochi fight, to hold any dance classes in...oh well, it could be some other location anyway, since Saitama won't live in Z-city anymore anyway.

#opm #one punch man #saitama #king #genos #saigenos #genosai #dancing #intimacy #opm meta #opm manga panels

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