#I hate driving. it turns me into someone awful and I don't like her.

[notbecauseofvictories]

honestly I don't even go into the office that much, but driving there and back makes me think automobiles were a mistake and we as a society need to invent teleportation, or at least come up with a train schedule that would get me to the office building in less than 2.5 hours.

#I hate driving. it turns me into someone awful and I don't like her. #also I can't find a good radio station that isn't full of chatty hosts (I DO NOT CARE) or commercials #woe is me. #celestial emporium of benevolent knowledge

[stevesbipanic]

@steddielovemonth Day 29: Love is going out of your way to do something you know will make them happy @forgottenkanji

Eddie knew a lot of things about Steve. He knew he loved peonies more than roses and listened to folk music when he cooked. He knew he loved sledding in the winter and lake days in the summer. He knew every step of his hair care routine and loved head scratches the most. Above all he knew Steve loved Valentine's Day.

He remembered how Steve would always make sure every girl got at least one rose delivered to them in home room and loved decorating his locker. Always wrote his classmates cards to fill their love boxes and made sure the kids got plenty of chocolate. Watched some special girl get taken on a perfect date each year, wishing for a world it could be him.

He remembers there being no dates last year, Steve looking as forlorn as him. He would find out a couple months later it's because the golden boy had been harbouring an equally massive crush and they promptly got together.

Now this year he vowed to go all out for his sweet boyfriend and give him the Valentine's Day he deserved.

"Eddie you hate Valentine's Day."

"You said it was capitalist bullshit."

"You literally burnt a bouquet once."

Eddie glared at the other Hellfire boys, he'd asked them to the diner to help him plan the best day ever not be attacked.

"That was the old Eddie, a sad gay little teenager, adult Eddie has the prettiest boy in the world to please."

Jeff was looking at him fondly while Grant rolled his eyes and Gareth gagged.

"EW don't call my cousin pretty!"

"We literally perform a song where I do just that."

"GOLDEN GODDESS IS ABOUT STEVE!"

"Hush, Garebear, we have plans to make."

The plan began simple, Robin was to take Steve out for breakfast, well, Steve take her out after she begs. Convincing Robin of the plan was easy since she loves Steve and free food as much as Eddie.

Then, while the boys set up the final surprise, Eddie would meet up with Steve at the arcade with the kids.

"Can't wait til we're home and alone, Eds, nice to have someone on Valentine's Day again."

"Just you wait, sweetheart."

Max would then radio Steve asking him to drive her to the movies for her date (although she was refusing to call it that again) with Lucas. She was also easy to convince, liking free rides.

Eddie would quickly change and rush to Steve's apartment to make dinner, he'd told Max to delay getting ready til Steve got there to stall him. He figured he'd have just enough time before-

Eddie was only halfway through making dinner before he heard the keys in the lock. No, Steve was home early, the candles weren't even lit yet!

"Eddie?"

He felt caught and dejected, all his plans falling through his fingers.

Steve glanced around the apartment, rose petals and unlit candles and the dining table set for two with a bouquet of peonies in a vase. Steve's favourite, spaghetti bubbling away behind Eddie.

"Eds, did you do all this for me?"

There's a certain awe in his voice as he asks. Eddie turns, turning down the heat on the pot and steps towards Steve. He takes his boy's hands gazing at him softly, "Of course, sweetheart, you love Valentine's Day. You're always so busy making it special for everyone else, and you missed last year, I wanted you to get wooed for once."

Steve's eyes are a little misty but he's smiling so Eddie knows he's not upset, "You got home early tho, baby, I haven't even lit the candles or turned on the music," Eddie explained biting his lip softly.

"I'm guessing Max was meant to keep me busy? You didn't tell Sinclair and his mom picked her up," Steve laughed.

"Shit, I knew I forgot something."

Steve kissed his cheek, "I'm going to get changed, think that'll be enough time for you?"

"Knowing you'll take forever with your hair, yeah I'll be ready, angel."

Steve flicked him playfully, "Oi, you love my hair."

Eddie yelped but smiled coyly, "Love messing it up too," he said winking.

Steve blushed and went to his bedroom to change. Eddie quickly finished the food, turned on the radio and lit the candles hoping it all set a romantic mood. Like clockwork he plated the food just as Steve returned to the room.

"Smells delicious, baby, you made my favourite!"

Eddie helped him into his chair, playing up the gentlemen's act, "Anything for you, sunshine." He poured them wine and laughed together as Eddie explained the whole plan, including Gareth's protest which Steve's giggled at. They were now cuddled on the couch, not really watching the movie, more just looking at each other occasionally trading soft kisses.

"Thank you for today, Eds, it really means a lot."

"I want to make every day special for you, Stevie."

"I wanted to ask you something, was going to ask on our anniversary but no-one has ever seen me the way you do."

"You know you can ask me anything, love."

Steve took Eddie's hand, glancing down and playing with his rings, a habit Eddie knew he did when he was nervous, "I wanted to ask if you wanted to move in with me?"

A smile quickly crept across Eddie's face, thought about getting to come home everyday to Steve and wake up every morning to him. Thought about how home had become the boy sitting across from him, wherever he went Eddie always wanted to follow.

"I'd love to move in with you, Stevie."

Neither boy would ever have to spend another day, Valentine's or not, not feeling completely and utterly loved ever again.

#had to end love month with a big fluff piece #ty sandy for running this awesome event #cant wait for the next month challenge #might even be doing one of my own 👀 #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #ficlet #fluff #valentines day #end of love month means end of summer for me here in aus

[taggedmemes]

SENTENCE MEME BALDUR'S GATE 3 / PART FIVE

we won't survive this if we don't stand together.

it is through conflict that we strengthen our bonds.

the next resolution may not end in her favor.

it's a question that burns in my belly day and night.

have you been looking at my differently?

i was too hasty to judge you.

i thought you witless, gutless, and unimpressively bland.

i thought you cruel, stubborn, and judgmental.

you have stoked fires i didn't know i possessed.

you've gained my respect.

you know how to set my heart racing.

we'll kiss and make up in our own time.

someone prodding at a newly opened wound doesn't help matters.

admirable conviction.

how can you go through all this trouble and not understand why?

secrecy is ingrained in me.

i like night orchids and can't swim.

i can't remember much of myself.

i hope that's the end of this silly quarrel.

killing's never my first choice, but they were too dangerous to leave alive.

i've come to sate you, and be sated.

time for pleasure has passed.

there's something i want to talk to you about, something important.

i owe you my life.

i may not have survived that night without you.

i'm trying to say that you've earned my trust in a way very few ever have.

i'm not usually one to elaborate if i can avoid it.

most fear the dark, because in darkness they see their fears reflected.

in darkness we do not hide, we act.

you pray with such conviction.

the presence of your goddess must fill your whole being.

perhaps we need not speak farewells.

i never pictured myself as a hero.

never thought i'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives.

i hate it, this is awful.

i would've liked more for my trouble than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine.

all i want is a little fun.

it's not you, it's me. i have standards.

you have no idea how good it feels to see these people smiling.

don't waste a night like this talking to me.

i thought you might care to have a drink with me.

i rarely imbibe, the stuff goes right to my head.

before you know it, i'd be breaking into song or declaring love to the first person i laid eyes on.

you strike me as extremely resourceful.

there are many grateful people here who want to spend time with you.

i must not keep you all to myself, as enjoyable as that may be.

this might be the wine talking, but i'm feeling inspired.

look at them all, guzzling poison l ike we've the right to be happy.

i need to dance.. nope, i need to lie down.

the others will kill me if i keep you all to myself.

spontaneous thank-yous make me suspicious.

this is a night for celebration, not suspicion.

amid all this merriment, i wasn't sure we'd have a chance to speak this evening.

were our bond a little stronger, i might even have shared a moment of magic with you.

our fledgling acquaintanceship has not yet taken flight.

such intimacy will have to wait.

they could not match your nerve today.

it was enough to drive me to madness.

i won't be nursing their pounding heads and sicks stomachs in the morning.

everyone seems to be in high spirits.

you know who i never thought i'd find myself caring for.

i think you'll find i've been showing ample concern for myself since the moment we met.

share a bottle with me?

i'll find you after everyone's turned in for the night.

i think a toast is in order. any suggestions?

sounds like you just need a little more liquid inspiration.

you're beautiful.

i know [i'm beautiful], but you're sweet to notice.

i'll trust your judgement.

i do not truly care if you approve.

that night meant a lot to me.

i'm not sure what kind of sourtship we'll be afforded, given all that we're facing.

if you want to see where this goes, i do as well.

we share something special.

my people are nothing if not resourceful.

thought i'd shaken you for good.

that'll teach me to underestimate you.

she's trying to trick us, don't believe her lies.

when i saw an opportunity to get away, i took it.

you're asking me to trust a devil.

i don't want this to end badly for either of us.

you know monsters, right? better than anyone?

thought i was going to have to take your head.

there have been enough threats today.

how would you feel about helping me kill some evil bastards?

turns out i've got a knack for killing demons.

she looks like she could throw me over her shoulders and carry me to safety.

i'd hug you if it wouldn't scorch your skin off.

she's got the brawn of a warrior and the wiles of a survivor.

she speaks her mind, plainly and fully.

in other circumstances, i would have done the same.

best to not dwell on nights past.

you've been naughty.

you know what happens when you're naughty.

aren't you a luscious thing.

if i had a warm heart, i'm sure it would be skipping.

i've taken more pleasant shits than you.

that's no kind of talk for a lady.

you better not lay a damned finger on [name].

a promise broken, a price paid.

been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that.

he's a good man, maybe the best of us.

the sex gets better the more experience you have with someone.

#bg3 meme #text meme #rp sentence meme #sentence prompts #rp sentences #sentence meme #sentence starters #starter sentences #starter meme #rp sentence prompts #rp starters

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Ok so I was thinking how about a request where Austin’s ex is obsessed and jealous of you and keeps talking and putting stories out about you and you are upset and Austin puts a stop to it. Maybe he calls her out or something it can be up to you.🩷

(Side note to maybe help)

I had this “friend” who did that to me in high school. She would always make fun of my mom because she was a stripper before I was born and she died from an overdose when I was 10 so she would always make fun of me for it. I feel like that would make a good story.

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you like it!

Jealousy isn't a good look.

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Warnings: Kaia being a bitch, Fluff, Comforting, Crying, Austin being the amazing boyfriend we all know he is, Name calling, Drug addiction.

Summary: Kaia, your new boyfriend's ex seems to hate you, and you couldn't get away from her, no matter what she does. Austin didn't know this but once he finds out, hell breaks lose. (this is short)

Kaia hated you, she was happy to make it known to you. Nobody knew because she acted like the perfect angel around others but when you were alone she didn't hold back. Saying awful things, how you were born from a slut, and how right your father was to leave such a disappointing being for daughter and lover, that was the more "kinder" things she said to you. God how you just wish to, want to..no you would only be at her level and you refuse to be like her

You had woken up, not happy knowing you'd see Kaia because she was part of the same group of friends, you all wanted to go to a restaurant and hang out. You woke up at least good, Austin laid kisses on your face to wake you before kissing you on the lips, and you both got ready like you were dancing around each other. With a slap to your butt, you loaded into the car, Austin driving, and set off to the hangout spot, hands intertwined and light-hearted jokes filled the vehicle.

You got there too fast for your tastes, you let out a quiet sigh and got out, Kaia was gonna find a way to do something she always do.

Hand in hand, you went into the restaurant, the friend group already was in a combined booth and table, waiting for you. Immediately a feeling of dread dawned on you, she was laughing at a joke someone and said before looking your way with a smile that seemed sweet but you knew the truth. You both sat down and ordered, the group continued to make jokes, and you laughed at a certain joke, Austin's arm wrapped around yourself lazily, and Kaia laughed with you, no she was mocking your laugh "Hey guys?" Kaia said, grabbing your friend's attention "I need to talk to (N/n), you know girl things." Kaia said sweetly, ushering everyone out there seats for you two "Thanks!" Kais smiled at them and grabbed your wrist with a pain-inducing grip before dragging you out and into the lady's restroom. Once in the public restroom, she shoved you almost making you trip "I'm sick of you." She snarled, "The feels mutual." you rebuttal, sneering at her "Look Austin's mine, he's been mine and always will be so do yourself a favor and break up with him." She said, turning away from you and fixing her hair in the mirror "Besides you're a nobody, why would he want you when he can have a model? Me." "Fat chance! You spoiled wanna-be Disney princess. He loves me and I love him, if you can't stand that then stop hanging out with us." you growled walking towards the door "If you don't. I'll make you regret it." the threat lingered in the air, and you stopped as you pushed open the door slightly "I'd like to see you try." you glared at her one more time before storming away from the restroom and out the dinner. "Baby?!" Austin called out and hastily followed you, watching you in concern as you slam the car door shut and crossed your arms looking anywhere but at him, Austin sighed and got into the car "Wanna go home?" he ask gently "Please.." you muttered, looking out the window.

You felt bad for just leaving like that, for not telling Austin, for pushing him away. What she said stuck with you..you were just a normal person, a fan and she was famous, a celebrity they had common ground, an understanding, and sometimes you felt like maybe it was hard, not completely understanding the stress he had to go through and feeling like a failure to him.

Austin couldn't take it. Ever seen you went home from that restaurant, you have been cold to him, never really looking him in his eyes and refusing his attention, it was getting on his nerves. It was another hangout when Austin realized what was up, it was you, Austin, Kaia, and a dude named Scott, you had just arrived and sat down she began to make slightly passive-aggressive comments it reached a boiling point when she decided to say something she shouldn't have.

"How's your mother? Finally found a man who doesn't think she's pathetic?" Kaia asked innocently silencing the table "Kaia what the fuck?!" Austin exclaimed angrily "Why would you say that?!" he glared at her and the realization of what she said comes crashing down on her, fearful tears grow in the corner of her eyes "I d-didn't mean to" She started shakily "Bullshit!" Austin growled "What's wrong with you? Do you think that's okay to say to someone? Are you that childish?" "I'm sorry!" Austin shakes his head, grabbed your hand, left the cafe, and into the car "She's been bullying you. Why didn't you tell me?"Austin frowned a hurt expression on his face "I didn't want to be a bother." you replied looking to the car floorboard, Austin sighed and took your hand "You'll never be a bother. I love you." he confessed "I love you too." you smiled a small smile and looked at him with love.

"Nobody will treat you like that again. I'll make sure of it."

#austin butler x reader #austin x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler #austin butler x you #austin butler smut

[aokoaoi]

hii the lack of kiri fics on here is driving me insane but i absolutely loved your one. can i please request kiri x metkayina! fem! reader who is arranged to mate with ao’nung when he becomes an adult but when the sullys arrive, she falls in love with kiri. the reader and kiri are in a secret relationship but they get found out and ao’nung is relieved that he doesn’t have to marry someone he doesn’t want to marry. the parents are angry but eventually let it slide and let the girls be. basically angst with a fluffy ending. thank you babes you’re carrying kiriblr xx🫡🫡

a promise of our love.

— pairings : kiri x fem!metkayina!reader.

— warnings : slight avatar the way of water spoilers. arguing. slight angst. manipulation. controling!ronal. slight vulgar language. 'arranged marriage'.

— author's note : ronal is a very mean btch in this one, but just for the sake of the story😭🙏 luv her in the movie tho, I'd never mess with her unlike the reader here💀

Metyakina people from your village somewhat viewed you as a golden. And it was reasonable as to why they view you as that. You were perfect, favored, and is held up to high expectations that you always convinced yourself you can achieve.

That meant you didn't have a hold of your own life as well. I mean, your parents already had your future set for you as if it was on some written paper before you were even born.

You were set off to be a mate of the son of the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk. A boy who you absolutely disliked for his awful personality. You would've been fine with someone else, but with him? No, you'd rather break your limbs than be with someone as horrible as him.

The boy obviously thought the same as obviously held distaste for you. Like just the mere sound and mention of your name is enough to make him roll his eyes.

Ever since it was announced you were to be the boys mate once you both were of age, it was then you absolutely held an inkling hatred for romance. You don't know how your parents are so happy with eachother despite also being set up when they were younger. They didn't make it seem like a bad thing, at all, when they spoke to you about it.

I mean, they were taken away from their own freedom to choose their own beloved, wouldn't they be mad?

Then you learned that they, in fact, did feel quite upset that they were set up. But they didn't hate eachother like how Ao'nung and yourself hated eachother, no, instead they masked their feelings and just accepted the fact they were already mated for life.

"You'll learn to live that boy soon, sweet child." Your mother spoke to you, skinning the vegetables of your food.

"I won't, mother, I never will. You can't just expect me to love him when I barely know him! Don't turn my life like yours and fathers, because it won't." You harshly spoke, furiously chopping the food ingredients in front of you.

"Watch your tone when speaking to your mother, child." Your father scolds, his arms crossing. You only scoffed, turning away as you let out a deep exhale, trying to calm yourself.

"You think I loved your father when I found out we were set, mated for life as well, child? No! In fact, I just hid my feelings, sucked it up, and accepted him," your mother speaks up, and then she points a finger at you, glaring, "you should too."

She then points at your food, smiling at you as if she hadn't just been going off at you, "Finish your food, my sweet, before it goes cold."

You lost all hope for whatever romantic was there in life. You've tried so hard to like the boy, you've learned alot about him, learned his hobbies, his likes and dislikes, but it wasn't enough to make you like him. It wasn't helping how he was pushing you away, as well.

There was probably no use in running away from the relationship as well since his parents are the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk.. You'd never want to disappoint those two, it would be like playing with fire.

Then a family from the Omaticaya clan arrived in your village. You had a weird feeling about them, but you shrugged it off as just some random feeling. That was until you made eye contact with one of the girl, and you felt something smart up in your chest.

Obviously the girl must've felt that too, considering how she flinched away and turned her attention back to the ground. You but your lip in thought, and suddenly you were curious about her. You weirdly wanted to learn more about her.. and to top it off, you wanted to befriend her.

The Olo'eyktan then stated that his children would be helping the Sully kids, and you silently cheered as you had the chance to talk to the girl. Since you and Tsireya were close friends, you thought you could offer to help her help the group of Omaticayas.

Thankfully she did.

You immediately took a liking to the girl. It took you some big courage to come up to her and strike up a conversation though, but thankfully she was pretty easy to approach. She talked to you more often as the rest of the days went by, and in those days you learned alot about her.

She had told you about how she was adopted into the Sully's, and you also found out how she was one year younger than you. She told you about her home back in the forest, told you stories about her life, and all those stuffs you never expected from her.

Then it was revealed that you had feelings for the girl. Yes, feelings. Something you never expected you'd feel, ever. You thought it was impossible that you'd feel such emotions, but the way Kiri makes you laugh, and how she treats you simply made you feel things. What did those cheesy girls describe it again? Butterflies?

You never understood what 'butterflies' meant. You simply thought they had some kind of disease they were feeling in their stomachs, but now you were proven wrong. It simply frustrated you how a girl can make you feel tingles.. was that normal? To like a girl? Your parents would probably be outraged by the thought, after all, they were so focused on making you Ao'nung's mate.

But you don't want Ao'nung. You wanted the girl. Kiri te Suli Tsyeyk'itan.

Even her name sounded majestic, geez.

You loved everything of the girl. The way she laughs and smiles at the silly things you say to her, the way she listened to you when you explained her simple examples of how to adjust to your ways, and the way she also loved the animals of your village. Everything about her was just so.. lovable.

You were always the type to hide from your feelings though. So you know what this meant. Yes, you kept your silly feelings to yourself. I mean, just liking a girl was as silly as it seemed, plus, your parents would never approve of it, even if Kiri were a boy.

It's always Ao'nung this, Ao'nung that.

You wished the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk never took interest on you. If they never had, they would've never had set you up with their son.

Despite your masked feelings, Kiri risked it all. She didn't know what you were feeling about her, fuck, she was even thinking that was just how you acted towards others. But when she heard her mother talk about her past relationship with her husband when they were younger, it gave her a motivational spark to confess.

Confess what?

Confess her feelings for you.

She wasn't scared, but she was nervous. She was done hiding away from everything. She was gonna come up to you, earn your attention and time, and make you listen to her as she spoke about her love for you.

And she did.

She did all those things I just said. It honestly surprised you for a while and you didn't know how to respond. Apart of yoh was extremely happy the girl also feels the same way you feel for her, but another part was also burdened by the fact it could probably never work.

Still, you accepted her confessions and you let her into your life.

Your mind shut down that time, and you ignored the thought of your parents disappointments as they yelled at you for being such a disobedient child. You ignored the thoughts of the village chief's voices as they shared their sharp and harsh words of disapproval, simply disgusted by your actions.

You've had enough of being a perfect child. You wanted to be free, and Kiri was the one to finally encourage you to do so.

It was then later on within a few days into your relationship, the Olo'eyktan and Tsahìk learns about your bond with the Omaticaya girl. The Tsahìk was outraged, and called you into her family's home.

You hung your head down in shame as you hear the footsteps of the woman pace around the room. "How could you!" She yells, stepping in front of you. You sighed in annoyance, fixing your posture as you raised your head to face her, glaring.

Then your parents arrived, looking as equally as furious. "You're to be mated for life with my son, and this is what you do?! Disgusting girl!" She hissed, distressed as if she was the one being 'cheated on' right now.

You scrunched up your nose, equally as disgusted by her words. You see Tsireya and her brother arrive at the scene as they heard their mothers yells from a short distance and immediately went to investigate the scene.

"My life is my decision, Tsahìk. Not yours." You spoke up, looking into her eyes as she only let's out more growls. "You already know your set to be with my son, girl. Yet you go with that.. girl!," she yells.

She took a few steps near you, towering over your form. "How dare you."

Tonowari stops his daughter as she tried stepping in. The girl knew how you disliked of your forced relationship with her brother, and she understood why. She was always the one to comfort you whenever you ranted about how much you hated it, and about how much you can just easily run from the situation.

"Your son is not the one I love, Ronal. I've never loved him, not even liked him and you act as if you're just learning about this? You knew how much I disliked our forced relationship, yet you ignored it. Don't expect me to forever be with that boy, because I won't. He's not the one for me, Kiri is." You spoke, your voice slightly low as you didn't want other Metkayina's hearing.

The Tsahìk hisses at your words, face scrunching. "Silly girl. You think I care about your feelings for that girl? No, you're bounded with my son now. That girl won't interfere ever again."

You scoffed, "Ao'nung doesn't like this either, you know? We'll eventually have a way to break our bond. Neither will we let you stop us." Ao'nung's eats twitched as his name comes out of your mouth, watching as his mother snapped her head to look at him.

"How about you find another girl for that boy? Someone he actually likes instead of pushing him into relationships with girls he doesn't want. It'll make you look like a less of a bad guy." You said. The Tsahìk stays silent at your words, before outrageously pointing at the entrance of her home.

"Get out. I'm done with you, stubborn girl."

"You mad I'm right." You rolled your eyes, turning away from her as you walked away, purposely not waiting for your parents. Tsireya's gaze on you lingers as she worries for you, watching as your parents try to catch up to you, obviously already scolding you.

"Don't ever talk to that girl, Reya." Her mother states.

"But mother—" She tries to speak, but gets cut off by her father. "Listen to your mother, daughter."

"(name)! What was that back there?!" Your mother snatched a hold of your forearm, forcefully making you turn to her.

"Oh, are you gonna start lecturing me too? Oh, mother. I'm so sorry I like Kiri and not that boy! I'm such a disappointment," You sarcastically acted out, shaking your head. "Is that what you want to hear, huh?"

"(name)!" You father hisses.

You only scoffed, harshly jerking your arm from your mother's hold as you walked away from the two, hugging yourself as you tried to ignore the people's stare on you.

"(name)?" You hear a familiar sound of a boys voice. You sighed harshly as you recognized Ao'nung's voice, until you heard another nouce call out for you.

"(name), are you in here? It's Kiri." At the sound of her voice, you stood up from the rock and rushed towards the girl. Her gaze was on the surroundings around her, as she was unfamiliar of the place. Ao'nung had lead her to a cave when he saw her in the village earlier, as if she was looking for you. So he decided to help the girl. But first, he had to ask her sister where you always go disappearing to.

Your body engulfed the girl, hugging her from behind as she let's out a surprised sound, taken aback. You pull away from her as she turns around to properly look at you, and you noticed the worried look on her face. "Ma love. Are you okay? I heard what happened earlier.." She questioned.

Ao'nung sneakily slips away from you two, not wanting to see the cheesy ass romance happening.

You shook your head at her question, sniffing. "No. I'm not. I hate those people, they talk as if they know me personally."

"Hate is a strong word—" the girl speaks up. You shook your head, your hand coming to her shoulders as you gently held it. "No, Kiri, you don't get it. They're bounding me with Ao'nung so they'd force me out if my relationship with you." You tell the girl.

"Well.. that's fine. There's still a few more years let for you and him to finally mate for life, right? I'm sure their mind changes within those years."

"Not in a few years, love. They're bounding me this year. I can't believe this shit." You hissed at the thought, shaking your head in disbelief. Kiri's heart dropped at your words, eyes flicking all over your face to see if you were kidding whatsoever.

"What..?"

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry, love, I wish there was something I can do." You whispered desperately, a hand coming up to the back of her head as you embraced her against your collarbone.

"They can't do that. That's practically illegal."

"Man, I wished it was.. sadly it isn't though." You weakly joked, watching as Kiri looks at you with a saddened look. You grabbed her hand as you saw her expressions, immediately feeling guilty.

"But I promise, okay? I promise you, they won't force me with Ao'nung. I'm sure that stupid boy will eventually speak up for himself.. it's not only me who's the victim here anyway." You hummed, "But hear my words, love, my life will be with you. I'll forever be with you." You pressed your forehead against hers as you blindly promised to her.

She only stayed silent, letting out an exhale at your words.

"They can't do this to you, (name)." She shakes her head, wrapping her arms around you as she let's your scent engulf her form. "My parents can help.. they adore you, they'll help you stop this." She says, eyes flickering at the thought.

"Don't bring your parents into this, please." You pleaded.

"My parents practically love you, (name). They don't even have a problem with our relationship despite us being both girls and you're about to be mated for life with another boy. I'm sure they're willing to help you considering your situation."

"My mother has also been in this situation too, you know? She was promised to another man, but she loved my father instead of the man she was promised to." She informs. "Trust me, they'll help you in this." She pressed a kiss on the middle of your nose, slightly tickling you.

You hummed and nodded. "Thank you, Kiri." She let's out a breathy chuckle at your words, her hands grasping yours as she brings it up to your chests. "Of course, ma love."

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #avatar the way of water x reader #avatar kiri #avatar kiri x reader #avatar the way of water kiri #avatar the way of water kiri x reader #avatar twow #avatar twow kiri #avatar twow kiri x reader #avatar twow x reader #atwow #atwow x reader #atwow kiri #atwow kiri x reader #kiri x reader #kiri sully #kiri sully x reader #avatar neytiri #avatar jake sully #avatar loak #avatar neteyam #avatar ao'nung #avatar tsireya #avatar tuktirey #avatar tuk #—aoirequests #—aoifics #avatar 2022

[starlightshore]

Gotta say, I love how you made so many posts criticizing people who see Chara as an abuser, yet in your own AU you depict them as a cruel, vindictive bully who tries to turn Asriel's family against her, drives her to suicide, then guilt-trips her into getting back together with them. Yet Asriel is somehow the real abuser because she's mad at them for ruining her life. I am by no means a Chara hater, but that seems a little inconsistent.

// CW: discussions of suicide, long post

wow, what an incredibly uncharitable reading of my work! thank you so much!

okay, jokey-positive aside. i shouldn't respond to bad-faith criticism like this because it's not worth my time as it's unlikely you'll actually hear me out in response. I've been online long enough to know you don't feed the trolls.

but, I'm an optimist at heart and I'll give you the benefit of the doubt that you're actually upset with me and do want to have a civil conversation and are not just here to spew hate and drag me down.

Ask Fallen Royalty, the tumblr version wasn't handled the best as it was my first attempt at really trying to write this subject matter and I felt I didn't tackle it as well as I could have. that's something I plan on fixing with the rewrite.

that said, I have never called either of the siblings abusers.

they're flawed, mentally unwell and traumatized young adults/teens who are in no way equipped to handle the situation they were put in.

they both did awful things. Asriel packaged their trauma in a sanitized way for profit and sympathy points believing it'd benefit Monsterkind. they did so without asking Chara for permission. Then later, at Christmas, Asriel abandoned their family to go solo ruling. That's shitty! That's objectively really shitty but it's a very understandable reaction.

Asriel is taught that money is what moves the world and they believe they're soulless and a faker. That if anyone were to know their secret they'd hate them. so prevent that hurt, they cut everyone else out.

That's completely why Chara goes from "oh man I miss Asriel I wish I was good enough to have them beside me again ):" to 180 "Actually screw them for leaving me i hate them for this. i don't deserve to wallow in pain waiting for someone who can't even bother to text me back" them cutting of asriel is an understandable reaction for anyone, let alone a teenager! could they have been more gentle? yeah. could they have tried to fix things? yeah! but they're not a villain for not having the emotional maturity or foresight to handle a complex situation like that. they're like, literally 15/16 at this point of the story

chara also wasn't trying to drive people away from asriel? i really don't know what you're referring to with this aside from Chara deciding to tell the (at the time they believed) truth that Asriel is Flowey. At that point, Chara literally thought Asriel was replaced by Flowey. That they were two different people. That's not to isolate them- its to be honest with the family with this huge news. Toriel is shown not to care that her children are flowers, it would have never mattered to her as we see immediately that Chara is a flower and Toriel doesn't care.

chara also didn't drive Asriel to suicide. that's a blatant misread of the text. It's not that Asriel decided to die right after Chara decided to cut them off. and it's NOT like chara handed them a loaded gun or told them to do anything. all they did was say "don't lie to our family and don't talk to me, i don't want to be friends with you."

Asriel didn't decide to die until they felt their weak support system was breaking down. Yun wanted to be with Mew Mew, the Band broke up (Shyren, Napstablook and most recently Mew Mew quit), they made a big stupid movie that they hate (the epitome of their fake narrative on the silver screen), and because they ditched the premiere to check on chara (who was missing) their agents are pissed off.

Mew Mew then talks about how troubled Flowey/Asriel is and how being a secret flower hurt their social life. (The relationship with Flora being a strong example) like, Flowey always sabotages or loses those they care about because everyone else has their own life and they don't open themselves to create connections that last because they're running away. it's the culmination of everything going wrong that drives them to that point.

plus, it's hammered home later in Flowey's introspection that they feel horribly guilty for their actions as Flowey. parading as their perfect King when they secretly killed a majority of mosnterkind and did who knows what else is like. majorly fucked up.

i'm unsure if you forgot or chose to ignore the larger narrative or what's happened, but these things are in the story. they're both messed up individuals who have a hard time communicating their feelings -Chara literally brings up having emotional dysregulation disorder and CPTSD in the epilogue. Asriel's imposter syndrome and-gestures to Flowey) is also a clear indication that they've got some fundamental mental health issues that prevent them from understanding themselves and others.

it's a story about broken people who lash out against each other but ultimately come together in love.

they care so so deeply for each other! they're family. messing up (especially as children, teenagers etc) doesn't mean you shouldn't be written off as disposable. you're ALL capable of fucking up severely but you have the chance to grow and better yourself. you owe it to those who are willing to give that chance to do better. that's what the story has always been about.

I will admit that I plan on working on the pacing and giving chara more sweet moments so it doesn't come across as harsh -I don't want either sibling to be seen as a "villain" or """""abusive"""" as you call them. Except, yeah, Asriel is meant to be seen as an antagonist for a brief while, but that's set up Chara to come to that realization just the same as the audience should.

i hope this helped you understand what i was going for. if you wanna talk further I don't mind, but please talk to me as a real person. we're on the same page that abuse is bad. that people shouldn't treat each other so horribly. i don't excuse either of the character's interactions but i want to show empathy and understanding and that they can grow past that. i sincerely hope we can come to a shared perspective. if you wanna, i'd love to talk about i can make this message more clear, i'd love some proper criticism! i hope you have a lovely day and that you please be more considerate to how you to talk to others as I could have very easily read this anon hate/trolling.

#personal stuff #sams replies #discussion of death #discussion of suicide #ask to tag #long post

[slashingdisneypasta]

... With some asks answered, are you alright if I ask what The Roo Gang would be as yanderes? Go ahead and ignore this if you want to of course! 😅

No no, I loved this! XD

Warnings for: Yandere behaviours, sexual assault and harassment, kidnapping, etc.

Kingston:

Kinda??... Chill??? Kinda.

Like, he wouldn't hurt you. He wouldn't touch you in an inappropriate way. And he likes it when you fight back; he thinks its cute and you're the coolest person ever. So he wont fully kidnap you or anything either- as that'd take the fun clean away!

But he w i l l n o t leave you alone. Every time you get home there's a reminder that he's thinking about you~ Like a bouquet of flowers, or chocolates and a note teasing you that these are your favourites, doll!- but did I drug them?, a new piece of furniture (for me to sit at when I come over to see you~ ), etc.

There will also be never ending attempts to blackmail and threaten you into being with him (Just one date! A movie! I'm not askin' you to marry me, just come out with me- just give me a chance.), but basically telling him to fuck off will get rid of him. He wouldn't actually send you to jail, or get you kicked out of your house, or fired or anything!!- you both know that!!-

So yeah, chill sorta?? You can brush him off. But you'll be brushing him off for ever.

... unless of course you start dating someone else, then he'll have to get serious. To protect this cute little thing, you two have with eachother~ ^^

Rena:

Rena is eager. XD What little sense of dignity and pride for herself she had before, is gone- now she'll do anything to have you. And almost anything for you (Anything- except let you go of couse).

She w i l l catch you (She'll drug your drink, she'll seduce a flunkey or two into kidnapping you for her and then kill them to prove they meant nothing for her and she's all yours *cough*, she'll chain you up in the basement she set up all-pretty for you~ ^^ ), she will keep you, and she will get rid of anyone looking for you.

She's kinda like Baby Firefly in Mommy mode actually XD She likes to feed you, dress you, bathe you- just in general be super sickly sweet to you.

She's also kinda like Greasy in yandere mode, though. And... you know. She wont be able to keep her hands off you.

Ryan:

Okay he's my favourite. YOU DRIVE HIM C R A Z Y. Like, man, he is the m o s t sexual yandere here. He's demisexual, and he is i n l o v e with you. He's the type to stand over your sleeping form and jack off.

He hates himself for it, but what can he do? You're the bitch for doing this to him. Could you not fucking look at him?? Jesus fucking christ.

So yes- he's also m e a n. He wont kidnap you or anything like the others; in fact he'll try to keep you at a distance, but you still cant manage to shake him. This rude guy is a fixture in your life, no matter what you do to remove him. Go to a different grocery store?? He's there growling that you followed him. Different bus stop? Turns out he lives nearby.

He calls you a stalker, a creep, obsessed. Spoiler: He's deflecting. He's all those things, he's the one consumed by you, and he's blaming the hell out of you for it. He'll spend every waking hour that you see each other being awful and grumpy towards you and then when you're asleep?? He's squeezing his cock and gritting his teeth, pumping himself slowly and fighting to stay silent so you don't wake up and see him in the dark, in your bedroom.

[stevesxyellowxsweater]

Nothing stays the same

PAIRING: Gator Tillman x fem!reader WC: over 2000 CW: MINORS DON'T INTERACT!! Forced kiss, calls her girl, Gator being an ass. That is about it. If I have missed anything please let me know! SUMMARY: Returning home is something you never wanted to do, but your brother is getting married so you have no choice. When you're pulled over, you find yourself face to face with your high school bully. Someone you hoped you'd never have to see again. AUTHOR NOTES: This has been in my head for a while, as long as it does well there will be a second part. A massive thank you to @entermxnson for everything she does for me, she's my biggest fan and the person I can count on most. Love you to pieces thank you for your constant support. Enjoy! Credit to @cafekitsune for the amazing divider.

You'd promised yourself that you'd never return here; you could feel your body tensing as you crossed past the welcome sign. You'd hated it here, countless bullying, torment, and an awful time. When you left for college, you promised you'd never come back. You promised that no matter what, you'd leave this life behind.

Your brother had other ideas.

He'd moved back after being made redundant, met a girl and fell in love. The usual cliche crap that you couldn't stand. So now here you were, returning to the place you hated the most, just to watch your brother get married.

Your music rumbled low as your eyes focused on the road ahead. You didn’t even notice how your knuckles had become white from gripping the wheel so hard. You didn't want to be here; you wanted to turn back, go home, maybe claim to be sick.

But Andrew would never forgive you.

Your music stopped, and the familiar ringtone of your cell filled the car. Reaching the button on your steering wheel, you answered.

“Hello?”

“Munchkin, where are you?”

Rolling your eyes as you heard your brother's awful nickname for you, you smiled.

“Hey Andy, I'm about fifteen minutes away.” 

“Great, I can't wait for you to meet Catherine. You're going to love her!”

You smiled. Andy had been saying that for months. You weren't sure, however.

“I can't wait.” 

A simple lie never hurt anyone. You thought to yourself as you carried on down the road. 

“Andy, I'm going to be a little longer.”

“Why? You okay?”

“I'm being pulled over.” 

The flashing lights behind you make you tense. You stare at them in your mirror for a moment.

“I'll see you soon.”

Hanging up the phone, you found somewhere to pull over to park. Maybe they'd seen New York plates and assumed theft. Leaning over, you found your license and registration. Sitting up, you looked out and cursed as you saw who it was.

Gator Tillman, he was a cop now? How fucking insane! Your high school bully now upholds the law. You cursed yourself as you watched him walk toward your car, that usual swagger he'd had since high school.

“Do you know why I pulled you over?” He asked as he looked over your car, not even looking at you. You could see the gum in his mouth, a disgusting thing to see if you were honest.

“If it's because my car isn't from around here, it's cause I'm driving in to see family.”

He looks up at you, flashing his pearly whites in a charming smile. It sends shivers down your spine - just like how it used to when you were both teenagers. The hard truth was even though he was a bully, you had a crush on him. 

“You were speeding.”

“What? I was going forty-five.”

“The limit is 30. Got changed about six months ago.”

Fuck, you'd been speeding and caught. That was the last thing you fucking wanted right now. You just wanted to get to your parents' place, was that too much to ask?

“License and registration please.”

Swallowing hard, you bit your lip and watched him. He glanced between the card and you.

“Step out of the car. Please, Ma'am.”

Opening the door, you climbed out and looked at him. You watch his eyes scanning your body as he bites his lip. He didn’t recognise you. You'd changed a lot since high school. You think the term was glowed up. You'd changed, but not Gator. He looked the same.

He casually leans against the side of your car and crosses his arms over his chest as if taking his sweet time with this traffic stop, like it's no big deal at all. 

With deliberate slowness, he reaches into your car and takes the keys. 

“Wouldn't want you running off now, would we?” He smirks, that damn annoying but knee-weakening smirk that awakens the butterflies inside you.

"I'm afraid I need you to take a sobriety test." His eyes lock onto yours as they narrow slightly; it feels more like an accusation than a request. The last thing you want to do right now is take a Damn test to prove you're sober before midday. 

“Really? You think I'm drunk?” You questioned needing him to clarify it.

“It's routine, Ma'am.” 

You watch him taking out his little black book and opening it to jot down things. 

He lazily pushes himself off your vehicle and steps closer to you. The space between you narrows, and you find yourself stepping back.

"Now let's see here... You were going 45 miles per hour in a 30-mile-per-hour zone."

With that seemingly innocent statement comes an undercurrent of satisfaction in his voice - almost like he'd been waiting for this moment to show you up all these years since you left school. 

As if sensing your discomfort with being so close together, he begins walking around the front of the car towards where his cruiser is parked close.

The air between you feels tense; every move is made deliberately aware of each other's presence. For just a second, there's a flash of recognition in Gator's eyes before it disappears once more behind his slicked-back hairline, leaving nothing but speculation on what might have been running through the devious little brain cells of his at any given point during this encounter thus far.

“Speeding, and a sobriety test. It's going to be one hefty fine." Gator chuckles as he opens the back door of his patrol car and climbs in. He looks at you over the vehicle, a smirk playing on his lips as if daring you to say something smart-assed back.

As you stand there fuming under the glow of the morning sun that seems far too bright suddenly, Gator leans forward slightly in his seat before reaching down towards what appears to be a laptop. With deft fingers, he begins typing away at its keyboard - presumably logging your infraction into some sort of system for later processing or review by higher-ups within the department.

Despite yourself, you can't help but watch him mesmerised almost against your will by how effortlessly this charming snake slithers through life without regard for others around him. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once - much like everything else about being pulled over by Officer Gator.

As if sensing your growing unease, Gator finally looks up from his work on the laptop and locks eyes with you again. There's an almost predatory glint in those eyes now - like he knows what sort of thoughts are running through your head, and he likes it.

"Well," He draws out slowly, leaning back into his seat with a lazy shrug. "What do we have here? Someone could use a little lesson on behaving behind the wheel." A wicked grin spreads across his face as he tilts his head slightly towards yours, inviting further conversation or maybe something more. Depending on just how far you're willing to go with this whole getting out of a ticket.

“Can we get on with this, please?” You ask as you sink your hands into your pockets and look at him. 

Gator let out a sigh; he was going to have to work harder for you. He usually managed to get girls into the back of his car, for head or a fuck.

“Sure,” Gator grumbled as he climbed out of the car. 

Grabbing his kit, he walked over. There was a look in his eyes as he set up the machine to take your alcohol level. He looked almost disappointed as he put the tube in it. 

“Blow on the beep, please.” 

Holding it up, he studied your lips. His mind wondered how it would feel to have your mouth around his cock instead of the plastic tube that you had taken into your mouth. The look in his eyes was more predatory, the ideas running through his head getting increasingly erotic as he watched you.

You waited for the beep and blew until the second beep. Removing your mouth, you folded your arms and waited for the reading. 

“Alright, it's clear.”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes; it was frustrating. You felt like Gator was just doing it to be an asshole.

“Shocker.” You muttered to yourself as you watched him taking the tube from the machine and putting the whole thing back in his car.

“Look, can I just have my ticket? So I can be on my way?” 

Gator adjusted his belt and walked toward you; there was a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite explain. You watched him as he placed his hands on either side against your car. 

"Oh, come on now," Gator protests with a head shake. "That's no way to end this chance encounter."

Before you can say another word, he's closed the space between you, that sly grin still plastered across those lips like they were made for each other or something equally as cheesy. 

As he reaches for your door, he leans in close enough so your faces are almost touching and whispers into your ear: "Maybe I could make it up to you by giving you something else instead?" 

The warmth of his breath sends shivers down your spine. His words echo dark desires deep within yourself that you thought long buried under years upon years of pain and heartache inflicted by none other than Officer Gator Tillman himself back when everyone called him 'Daddy'.

“Ticket would be fine.” You manage to say, your eyes locked onto his as you swallow hard.

"Ticket?" Gator's eyebrows shoot up in surprise before he chuckles softly to himself. "Look, I know who you are, and you have changed for the better." he shakes his head again with a bemused smile playing at the corners of those full lips. "The past is just that. That was then, this is now. Let us not waste it, yeah?."

Without another word, he straightens back up and steps away from your car door - leaving you feeling strangely vulnerable out here, alone. There hadn’t been a single car pass since he stopped you, and you had a feeling there wouldn’t be anytime soon. Sensing this shift in power dynamics between them, something dark and predatory stirs deep within him. An almost primal instinct takes over, as it often does when faced with perceived weakness or fear. 

Time seems to stand still as their gazes lock onto each other's. It’s the predator versus the prey, sizing up their opponent; which will run first? Then suddenly - without warning - everything changes once more.

“I will be on my way, if you aren’t issuing a ticket. I have things to do.” There was almost a cocky undertone to your voice, one that Gator picked up on and caused his expression to turn dark. 

"Now hold on just a damn minute," Gator's voice booms across the quiet country road as he stomps towards you again. There is an undeniable anger simmering beneath the surface. Gator almost can't believe what he's hearing.

Up close and personal once again, his hot breath against your cheek as he leans in. He’s so close your noses are practically touching. His gaze bores into yours with such intensity that it feels almost like he's trying to crawl inside your head- seeking some dark secret or hidden desire buried deep within your soulful eyes.

“What exactly is your problem here? So you know who I am. Does that mean I owe you something? No, It doesn’t. I owe you nothing, Gator! You said no ticket. So, I will be on my way. Now move.” 

"You think this is some kind of game?" Gator snarls, the anger in his voice finally boiling over into something primal and raw. There he was, the snotty little teen you remembered from high school. The one that made your life a living hell. 

"Well, let me tell you something,” he growls lowly, dragging his hand through his slicked-back hair in frustration. “You might’ve gone away, become something fancy stuck-up piece of shit, but here in this town, you’ll always be nothing!”

Before you can say another word, those full lips are pressed hard against yours - he forces his tongue into your mouth. He tastes you like he’s been starving for years. There's an almost savage intensity to this, almost like he’s unleashing everything that he’s been holding onto for years.,

Your hands managed to move and shoved him back hard, almost causing him to fall over. You looked with irritation and anger in your eyes. “I swear to God, Gator if you weren’t a damn cop! I’d be kneeing you in the balls!”

"Is that a fact?" Gator smirks as he leans back against the hood of your car, his gaze never once leaving yours. The predator inside him comes to play in his smile, like he knows exactly what buttons to push to get you where he wants - which is right there underneath him for all eternity.

He can sense the power shift, his prey weakened by a single kiss. Those full lips part into a soft grin once more/ His fingers run along the hood of your car, his eyes still locked on you. 

"Look," he said, closing in on you. His arm leaned on the top of the car as he looked at you. 

"Maybe we could make a deal here? I let you go without a ticket, and maybe..." He pauses deliberately, letting the tension build up inside both of you reach breaking point before finally saying: "...maybe next time things will be different."

“There will not be a next time officer.” You assure him.  

"Oh really?" Gator raises an eyebrow in disbelief as he straightens back up once more. "We'll just have to see about that, won't we?" 

Without another word, he turns around and walks back over to the driver's side door of his patrol car - leaving you alone, feeling strangely exhilarated and nervous despite (or perhaps because of) everything that just happened between you two. 

As he climbs back into the vehicle, a mischievous glint appears in those dark eyes. It's almost like he knows something about this town or its secrets that maybe even YOU don't yet... And for now, it seems Officer Gator Tillman will continue slithering through life without regard for others around him while you watch on helplessly from afar.

#gator tillman smut #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman fanfic #gator tillman imagine #gator tillman fanfiction #joe keery imagine #fargo fanfic #fargo imagine

[theladyofdeath]

Secret admirer elriel!!

A/N: I feel like I don't fulfill enough elriel prompts, which is ridiculous considering how much I love them. Thank you for sending in your prompt! I hope you enjoy. x

I may have to make a part II for this one...

Warnings: language, alcohol

~ Azriel ~

It's Valentine's Day and I'm sitting at home alone, drinking. There was a point when I would have thought such a thing would be pathetic as fuck, but now...

Well, you hit your mid-twenties and you're single long enough, and suddenly drinking at home alone on Valentine's Day doesn't seem so bad. Cassian and Rhys are both out with their girlfriends, leaving me alone in the townhouse we share until sometime tomorrow. So here I am, sitting on the couch in nothing but my underwear. Not that none of us have ever been on the couch in our underwear while the rest of us are home, but it's a little more freeing when you're alone.

I take another shot of whiskey to shut my thoughts up.

10 Things I Hate About You is on the t.v. and Julia Stiles just poured her heart out to Heath Ledger, may he rest in peace, in the middle of a classroom. I turn the station. The Notebook is on, and Noah is building Allie's dream home even though she's already moved on with her life. Imagine loving someone that much.

Imagine.

I take another shot.

My phone vibrates from somewhere in the couch and I'm slightly embarrassed how long it takes me to find it.

Elain's name pops up on my screen. After swiping right, I see her text.

Which awful romcom are you subjecting yourself to this evening?

I chuckle and toss out a lie. Don't do romcoms. Watching Gladiator.

Three little dots pop up and I stare at my phone, awaiting her reply.

I know that's a lie. I'm watching 27 Dresses. Classic.

Too cliche, I reply. At least have a drink with it.

She sends me a picture of a full glass of red wine. I send her one of my half empty bottle of whiskey.

OMG, I can't wait to text you in the morning and see how miserable you are. Drink water.

I send her a middle finger emoji.

She sends me one back.

I grin foolishly to myself. Why aren't you out tonight?

She has options, I know she does. Men follow her around like loyal puppies, fawning over her beauty and bright demeanor.

She doesn't reply for a minute and I suddenly feel like I've pried too much. I take another drink.

My phone eventually vibrates. Thought it was better to stay in. I've spent too many V-days debating all the ways I can sneak out of a restaurant lol

Fair enough. I'd hate to be the guy that bores you that much.

You could never bore me that much.

My thumbs hover over the keypad, wondering how I should respond. It's almost like she's flirting. I take another drink.

Elain and I have been friends for years, since her sisters started dating my roommates, my best friends, my family. We've always just been friends, though. Never anything more. Even though I've always wondered if there could be something more between us.

The fact that she's sitting at home alone on Valentine's Day saddens me. Maybe it's the alcohol. Alcohol always makes me feel more, even though I'm sure it's meant to have the opposite effect.

We'll see about that, I reply, at last, and throw myself off the couch. Even if Elain has vowed to spend the night alone, she should at least know that someone cares about her.

And I do. Care about her.

It takes me about ten minutes to toss on a pair of sweats, a hoodie, my shoes, and grab my wallet. The nice thing about Velaris is I don't have to drive anywhere, and in moments like this where I should never get behind the wheel, I'm grateful for the city life.

There's a floral shop on the corner and not only are flowers the most Valentine's Day-like gift known to humanity, but Elain loves flowers more than anything, so I spend the next half hour walking to the shop and looking around.

The shop is nearly empty, but considering what day it is, that makes sense.

I make it out with half a dozen white roses, two tulips, and a lily. An interesting bouquet, but a bouquet nonetheless.

My phone vibrates the second I'm in the back of my Uber.

Sorry, I ordered takeout and got really into the eggrolls. Didn't mean to leave you on read.

I chuckle, earning a look from my Uber driver in the rearview mirror. Never apologize for the power of eggrolls. Some things we just can't control.

Damn, I'm drunk. The second I hit send, I'm regretting it.

She responds with laughter, though, so I guess I can't complain at my stupidity. I text her back with, Eat one for me. I ate half a box of Cocopuffs for dinner.

Five minutes later, we're stopping in front of Elain's apartment complex. I ask the Uber driver if he has a pen and a piece of paper, to which he gives me an old, crumbled up receipt and a broken pencil.

It works.

Elain texts, Cocopuffs? You're the only man I know that survives off cereal that was made for children.

I reply, Just because you got takeout doesn't mean you can be judgmental about my dietary choices.

I jot down a little note on the back of the receipt before I can think better of it and hurry up to apartment 3b, where I leave the flowers and the note on Elain's welcome mat before I knock on the door and run away, back toward the elevator. I nearly trip as I enter the small, compact room, and nearly fall over once again when the elevator starts moving down.

I didn't stop to see if Elain opened the door.

I feel like I should be nervous, but I'm not. I thank the alcohol coursing through my veins. I can imagine the smile on Elain's face as she opens the door and sees the gift left by her secret admirer. I hope she likes it. I hope it makes her smile. I hope it makes her feel less alone because no matter what she says, I know she's bummed to be at home alone on Valentine's Day.

It's not until I'm back home and back on the couch in my underwear that I realize Elain never texted me back. I can't tell if that's a good thing or not.

I'm thinking not.

Suddenly regretting every decision I've ever made, I take another drink.

#elriel #pro elriel #modern au #valentines day fic #valentines fic #friends to lovers #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #drabble #dabble #elain #azriel #elain x azriel #azriel x elain #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #tara answers prompts

[prosciuttulipa]

RAAAAAAH i want a match ngl LMAO

Jjk match because Im a fucking simp, and a guy bcs I am in fact a straight woman thanks

I'm a big nerd. Like, a very big nerd. I do math for fun and I am not ashamed at all when I interrupt someone to correct them (I have autism and ADHD, how could you tell?)

I'm relatively closed off, and most of the time, insecure. I'm shy and I barely ever make the first move (unless I've had a couple of drinks or a lot of eyeliner). I think what people most define me as is the "old soul, young body). I'm like the mom of the group, though I am absolutely reckless when there's another mom in the group, since it takes the responsibility away from me.

I hate going out, and it's really hard to get me to go to the beach, for example. I think my best quality personality-wise is that I'm down to earth and realistic about my goals. A problem is probably how much self-doubt I have, since people constantly tell me I am capable of achieving more than I think I can. I don't settle for seconds, but I'm not too excited when I rech first, because there's always a new competition.

Oh yeah, I'm competitive. Very.

I'm a pessimist, though I like to say it's realism, because why be positive, hype myself up, only for it to go wrong and the disappointment hurt me? As I said, emotionally closed off.

My personality is the infamous black cat, and I think (though I'm not sure), that a golden retriever boy is what would fit me best. (even though I simp for other black cat guys)

For hobbies, I'm boring, though I do have many. I play the guitar, do martial arts (krav maga), draw, sing, write absolutely filthy smut, and, most important of all: do math and study. Yeah, my main hobby is studying.

I'm not sure how I show my love? I don't, usually. I can love someone unconditionally and be absolutely lovesick, but only after a very heavy emotional session, may it be a fight or drinks, will I tell soemone how much they mean to me. I spent the last four years with my best friend, and only after a day's worth of drinking and crying did I tell her how much she meant to me.

I'm a bit icky with physical touch, but if I trust them, I'll let them cling to me. Initially push people away and only after knowing them do I let them hug me, kiss me, cuddle me. I am awful when dealing with compliments, and I cannot take a gift. So probably quality time is my love-receiving language when generally speaking. A boyfriend/husband would probably work with physical touch and words of affirmation, though.

I dont think there's any big turn-off or turn-on in relationships? Maybe not giving me enough attention and helping me emotionally, because I'm easily falling into insecurity, feeling like I'm not enough.

I have like medium curly dark hair and dark eyes. Eyebags, and a lot of moles all over my face. My body is relatively fit? I have a bit of fat ngl but I also have muscles. A bit of a tummy and thicc thighs (they do, in fact, save lives) that double the size when I sit (insecurity alert!) I'm pale, though I am a mixed baby. I dress in all-black most of the time, and all the color variations are like red or dark blue. (I AM NOT EMO). I wear eyeliner from the moment I wake to the moment I sleep and I have pierced ears. I also plan on getting nip piercings and plan on getting

I think i need more songs to listen to, so I'm going with the three songs he associates wit me.

Congratulations! You have been matched with...

Choso Kamo

When people see you and Choso together, they immediately assume that you're just another average emo couple, quick to place stereotypes. But under the heavy eyeliner and dark clothes, are two people who are just trying to figure out life in their own way.

Choso is fascinated by your contradictions: insecure yet quick to correct others, pessimistic but burning with a competitive drive for more. Where some people may see indecision, he sees something much more real and human in comparison to the single-minded characters he's met during his time alive. Living is hard, has experienced it for himself, so he doesn't shun you for your contrasting perspectives. Instead, he wants to learn about the world alongside you, unpicking the way you think, wondering about your insecurities. Although he's been through a lot, there's something inherently innocent and simplistic in the way Choso sees the world. If you're an old soul in a young body, then he's a young soul in an old one. Perhaps by meeting somewhere in the middle, the two of you will get closer to unravelling the mystery that is life.

Choso doesn't mind that you don't like going out, but you often find yourself tagging along as he explores the world in small ways. A trip to the convenience store may as well be a museum visit, with the way he asks you about the products, eyeing them with confusion. He also admires the fact that you study math—to dedicate yourself to understanding anything in such depth is no small feat—and he's happy to sit next to you while you work, occasionally asking questions about your interest in the subject. His most common form of affection is just leaning his head against your shoulder, watching silently as you work.

Dates with Choso are pretty laid back, since he's happy to take the lead on whatever makes you comfortable. It doesn't matter to him where you two are. For him, understanding your mind (and falling in love with the way you think, the way you are) is what matters to him the most.

The Matchmaker's Gift:

Contrary to popular belief, Choso's music taste is rather soft. This song reminds him of the inherent dependence that comes with being connected.

Offering you this song with a curious tilt of his head, Choso asks you if this is how your pessimism feels like.

This is the song Choso uses to confess to you. His feelings are one of the few things he has to his name, and he wants to share them with you.

#—playing matchmaker! #—prosciuttulipa events. #jjk #jujtusu kaisen #jjk matchup #jjk matchups

[witchthewriter]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @klausssluvv.

𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑫𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒌 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔! You said you were poly and your blog is about submissive men and I just ... went for it. I was in the Teen Wolf fandom and Sterek was a most popular ship. I can see Derek being bisexual, and Stiles being pansexual.

You and Derek work because he would be protective, almost possessive over you. He's adventurous but does have a grumpy old-man aura.

You would work with Stiles because he's funny, out there, EXTREMELY adventurous and wild. Oh and very chaotic.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

It was a shock to both men. (Oh and this is after Stiles has graduated from Beacon Hills). But you pushed them both into a room and told them how you felt

They were shocked but ... there was tension between them. For a long time, there had been. And it took them a while to process this. To understand what it meant.

But they agreed. And even though Derek was the Alpha of his own pack, you're definitely the one in charge in this relationship. And Stiles? Well Stiles is just happy to be desired

Derek is extremely protective over the both of you - he tries to hide it with Stiles, but is open about it with you.

"Y/n, I cannot risk you being there. Please, just stay home where it's safe." Derek walks up to you, kissing your forehead then turns to your side, where Stiles is standing.

"Don't-" but the tall werewolf is cut off by Stiles' lips.

"It'll be fine, don't worry," you say, holding onto both of their arms. They nod and Derek turns to leave. When he's out the door, your eyes flick to Stiles.

"So, you driving or am I, loverboy?"

He looked at you with a stoney face, arms crossed. But within seconds he broke.

"Derek is going to kill me."

"Aw, come on handsome. He would before, but not now... I think."

It's pretty obvious that you have a lot of nicknames for Stiles, and he doesn't mind them in the slightest. They actually give him butterflies. But you only have one pet name for Derek, and no one else is allowed to hear it but him.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Soldier, Poet, King by the Oh Hellos (because the three of you represent each trope: Soldier = You, Poet = Stiles, King = Derek

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"Shut Up” (Derek) x “Make Me” (Stiles) x “Just Kiss Already.” (You) 

The Chaotic (You) x The Dumbass (Stiles) x The Voice of Reason (Derek)

Moon (Derek)  x Eclipse (You) x Sun (Stiles)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Everyone Knew About Your Feelings But You (And Derek and Stiles...)

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Derek loves your gutsiness. Your unrelenting nature. Nothing can stand in your way, and no one can tell you no. Even though he hates when you don't listen to him, he knows he cannot control a thing that you do.

Stiles loves how you love so fiercely, and your loyalty. It makes him feel full. Like there's someone who loves just as strongly as he does. And it makes him feel complete.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Is Allison, which was a bit of a shock since she has such a strong moral compass. She always pulls you up because your plans don't include saving everyone in Beacon Hills (I mean - they aren't that nice, so why save all of them?) But Allison reminds you that you're the good guys.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Lydia, Malia, and Erica. All three of these young women have a wildness, a chaotic part of themselves. They know the nature of life, and sometimes you cannot always save everyone. They aren't set on morals, but they are passionate.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

Ironically, it's a cat. Who despises Derek, and loves Stiles. She may look like a prissy princess, and she is sometimes, but because you're her main person, she loves to cuddle with you.

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑬𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒕! You remind me a lot of Rosalie, and who better to ship you with than Emmett? I think he would make you laugh - helping you forget all the terrible things in life. He's very adventurous too and would help you break out of your shell

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Knows a lot more than you realise. Sometimes you think he isn't listening, but he absolutely adores you and wants to listen to every word you say, but hates coming off as a lovesick puppy (although that's exactly what he is)

Talks to you about sports a lot (like a whole fucking lot). He just gets so excited

Likes to scare hug you. Like run up behind you and pick you up and swing you around.

Emmett loves giving you knives as presents. But they're actually really old and expensive. Oh, and extremely beautiful with intricate details.

You guys are chaos personified and fun is a common theme in your relationship. You're so close with each other, knowing things that no one else does.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Feral Love by Chelsea Wolfe

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Teases Them (Emmett) x About To End Them (You)

Overthinking This (You) x Not Thinking At All (Emmett)

Menace To Society (You) x Their Sidekick Who Loves The Chaos (Emmett)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Soulmates/Mates

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Emmett loves that you understand his mind and his decisions. That he won't be chastised because you both come to the same conclusions. He feels less alone in the world, and he didn't even know that he felt that way. It's like the universe dropped you into his life ...

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Bella; you welcomed her into the family and love having her around. She stands up to Edward (who you always thought was a bit of a bore and tried your best not to let him read your mind). You two have similar interests, and become sisters very quickly. If you aren't with Emmett, you're usually with Bella.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Rosalie, Bella and Emmett. I think you're chaotic but intimidating. You know not to trust everyone, and you don't. However, you do have a passion, or this fight within you - you know you deserve all the good in the world.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

(I'm assuming you would become a vampire so-)

You couldn't have a warm-blooded animal like a dog or a cat because ... well... ya know. But you still liked animals and it made you sad that you couldn't have a family pet. So Emmett, with the help of the other family members (notably the most responsible ones) created and installed a home aquarium/fish tank! Filled with colourful fish and sea creatures.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝟎𝟎

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑴𝒖𝒑𝒓𝒉𝒚! He was known as the antihero, the one who was on the outside,. but as time went by, he became a part of the core group. He sees your intelligence, and I can imagine him watching you from afar, trying to figure you out.

𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

Understands the mental illnesses that you have. Maybe not all of them, but he gets how they can affect you. Because he himself has PTSD and god, probably many other things. But there's no one to diagnose.

He has a plan for you when you're really overwhelmed. He's even written it down and stuck it to the wall of where you live, in case you're in a panic attack and cannot think

Loves how feisty you can be, he sometimes thinks, 'fuck, we could have ruled the world together.'

Murphy knows you're the one for him, there will be no one else if you leave him, if this doesn't work out etc. He's set on marrying you.

Always defends you no matter what - even if he disagrees with you, he won't say so until you're alone together. (Also he never raises his voice or yells or gets heated during arguments).

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

More Alike Than Different

Murphy Not Believing You Could Ever Love Him Back But You Do

Always Picking Fights (You) x Ready To Fight As Well But Grumbles About It (Murphy)

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

 Rivals to Friends to Forced Proximity to Lovers

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖

Your badassness which is really your fierce personality. It's the way you don't let people cross you, you don't let others treat you like shit. Because hey, you're the last of humanity, you survived, and nothing will get in your way.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

Octavia and Raven; a group of daughters of the moon. You all have a dark side, which is why you can all relate to each other. And then there's this notion that neurodivergent people somehow find other neurodivergent people - like magnets. You keep each other from going to the extreme, from going too far and losing a part of yourselves.

𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆

A mix of Murphy, Octavia and Raven. Rebellious, stand-offish and blunt. You let people know what you're thinking. Unique, you aren't like neurotypicals, which means your brain functions differently (I can relate!!). And I think Murphy, Octavia and Raven can relate as well. They definitely have neurodivergent minds.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒕

How had he survived? You had no idea. None at all. But the sweet dog had somehow ... imprinted on you. Or rather, chose you. Like a familiar, he had saved you from rogues who tried to capture you. And when you told Murphy, he actually wanted to thank the dog somehow. And that's how it started, from there you couldn't shake him off. He was yours.

#witchthewriter #personal aesthetic #match ups #teen wolf ship #teen wolf pair up #teen wolf match up #twilight #twilight match up #the 100 #john murphy #the 100 pair ups #the 100 ships

[wantonrowls]

Mine

Heesung x F!Reader

He looked at me. His hair was still a mess, and in the dim light he looked more handsome and more human than I'd ever seen him.

"I guess I'm asking you to trust me," he said.

"Trust you?" I replied back. Shrugging in the silence of the bedroom. All I could hear is him running his palms on his hair down to his face in dismay. "I don't think I could do that with you" I continued. He sat abruptly on the couch beside the bed. Groaning to himself. "Fuck..." He mutters.

"Look, I don't know if you're blind or that pretty little head of yours is just not functioning well, Princess but I did my very best to keep you safe" He says. Gazing at me in a stern look. "And it seems like you're not appreciating it"

---

Being a Princess wasn't a duty that you ever imagined to want nor you ever imagined to do but here you are, sat in the middle of a huge oak dining table beside your father and mother across Heesung and his parents.

"This could be the revolutionary beginning to our kingdom's harmony!" His father says, offering a toast that your father gladly accepted "Indeed! I have seen Heesung since he was a kid and I could say that he is a fine young gentleman now that can easily rule the following generation" "He is without a doubt! Y/N is also very beautiful and I can see her giving birth to a gorgeous kid" His father replied. All that you can do in this situation is to sit back and wait for the uncanny arranged marriage to happen with someone you barely know, that someone being Heesung, the person you hated the most.

You cried to sleep and woke up the next day to see Jungwon waiting for you outside the palace.

"Hey" he greets, smiling at you "Hey, why are you here?" You asked "I've been told to drive you to the ceremony practice" He opens the car to the backseat "C'mon we'll be late" You sighed to yourself and hopped inside. You arrived minutes later to a huge dress boutique. You went inside and the master tailor and her staff assisted you. She picks a huge white flowing dress for you to try on which you did. After they finish braiding your hair, The curtain opens to a huge mirror in front of you, Jungwon is sat on the couch, in awe of how alluring you look. He presses down on the button of his phone to capture every single bit of your turns.

"Gosh Princess, you look stunning!" He compliments and you blush in return. The maidens closed the curtains for you to try on another dress and a different braid. All you could think about is how long this ceremony practice will be so you could just change into normal comfortable clothes after.

Your mind suddenly went into the absurd idea of how the Bride-to-Be is shopping alone with your friend slash the right-hand man of your father and not your Husband-to-Be. I mean surely he also must be busy picking out the freshest suit to wear but isn't it right that he's here right now to pick out a wedding dress with you?

The curtain opens and as you turned around to take a glance on the mirror it felt like God must have heard you as you saw Heesung crossing his legs in the middle of the couch looking at you in his suit. He wasn't saying anything but just gazing at you with a smug smirk on his face, Jungwon is still on his phone taking pictures for you.

He nudges on his elbow, signaling him to mutter anything and all Heesung could muster was

"What a beautiful sight..."

The maidens and Jungwon chuckled at the odd response as you stood there wanting to smack out the smirk off his face. It felt like Heesung was born into the world to annoy every single cell in you and in fact, it is effective.

The curtain closes again for another set of look as you sat there fuming. After wearing the 3rd and final gown, instead of starting another braid, the maidens went outside and you heard the door open and closed again. Before you could turn around to look, Heesung was leaning his head inches away from you. You could feel his breath against your face, Sizing you up by trapping you against the seat in his frame. He smirks at your annoyed expression. He raises a brow eyeing you up and down.

"What are you doing here?"

"What else? Of course I came to see my wife"

"I'm not your wife"

"Oh, right..." He chuckles "Wife-to-be" He corrected.

"Fuck off" You pushed him a bit to which he chuckles again "No Princess, You don't go around and run that mouth of yours, It's not very ladylike"

"Oh yeah?" You held a hand to slap his face but Heesung was fast as he caught your hand and held it tightly "Yes very, my beautiful Princess" dropping your arm harshly then leaving you there alone.

The gown-fitting was done and it left you in a rage. All you could think about is how you could flush out every single bit of fit that you feel right now and seems like you know just the right answer.

---

You ran away from your schedule and out of Jungwon's radar. All you want right now is to run away and leave everything from behind for awhile; Your parents'sake, your title as the princess, Being married to Heesung, everything.

Before you know it, your feet dragged you to a secluded bar. Unaware of how everyone at the palace is looking for you. You drank to yourself, drowning in your thoughts. The music was blaring and the place was full of people with their own businesses. You downed another glass until you got interrupted by a male at your side drinking on his own too.

"What seems to be the reason why a beautiful like you would hang out in a place like this?" Jake asks, you didn't reply immediately, feeling light-headed and faint. You shrugged your head "None of your business" you spat. He hovers over your side leaning his body against the counter, unfazed "Fierce, I love it" he replies back. You rolled your eyes and continued to drink, not minding him.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He offers

"Can you leave me alone?" you replied back "Well, not until you say yes then I'll get off your hair" He teases. You contemplated for a minute but nodded to him oblivious of what he plans to do. He came back with two mugs of drinks. You clinked your glasses then downed the beverage immediately. He grins from ear to ear as he notices that you finished the drink without being unaware that he spiked it.

True to his words, Jake left you alone but in reality he was around the whole time watching you stumble on your feet as two of his men pulled you from the crowd and onto his suite inside the bar. You felt a painful sting at every part of your body so much that you can't control it. You can't feel the harsh ropes tightly around your arms and elbows bruising you, Now that you're blindfolded and your arms are placed from your behind, Squirming in pain and intoxicated on his bed, Jake feels hard just gazing at your body beneath him. He leans down to inhale your scent from your neck, nipping at it with his teeth, taking his sweet time by swirling his tongue flat against your now purple skin patch that he sucked. "Oh, so sweet" He mutters to himself. Kneading your shoulder with a palm as you whimper

"Can't wait to paint your body with hickeys, Princess-"

B L A G

In a matter of seconds, Jake is down on the ground. Wiping his blood-stained lips gazing sharply at Heesung with a smirk. Heesung arrived as if flying in the room and successfully landing a punch on Jake's face piercing his eyes through his skull.

"Shit, don't know how to knock?" Jake teases, as Heesung perks up to get to the ground only to be stopped by Jungwon "Sir, let's just get Princess Y/N out" he firmly states. Heesung was flaring, eyes locked onto Jake's "Don't look at me like that, You didn't give me a couple more minutes 'til I could get a taste of Y/N" Jake teases another, this time Heesung got out of Jungwon's clasp, landing another punch on Jake "Fuck! you don't get to taste her like she's just a meal, she's mine!" He shouts. Heesung was stopped by Jungwon pulling him up from Jake's bloodied frame.

Heesung stood to pickup Y/N from the bed and out of the room, Bridal style. All he could feel right now is rage but most importantly worry because you were out alone and he wasn't anywhere near to protect you. Not until Jungwon's call from earlier.

"Just you wait 'til we get home" He mutters to himself as he prompts you to his car on the passenger seat. Securing you with the seat belt, leaning closer to see the purple nip on your neck. He feels mad again and he feels like Jake deserved more than mere punches on tainting his most cherished property.

When you arrive safely at home, his home, He runs a warm bath to clean you himself. He strips you down with almost everything leaving you with just your underwear. He strips himself in clothing too leaving in just a boxer. He held you against his chest as he sat down in the bathtub. Rubbing your body in the warm water with his bare hands until you find consciousness. You flutter your eyes open slowly to see Heesung hugging you from behind inside the tub.

He didn't hesitate to lean down and kiss you. It was abrupt and all you could feel right now is the churn of your stomach in a knot. He slides a tongue gliding it down your lower lip and you opened your mouth to give more access. He was grunting and moaning, Touch-starved, craving for you all this time but all you could give to him was hate and uncertainity and right now all he wants is to show you how much of a man he can be and how well he can taunt you up right back into your place. He grips harshly on your sides and deepened the kiss only for you to pull back and slap him on his face. His gaze turns intense as he stood from the tub and pulls you out. He wasn't saying anything but covering you in the soft towel, He dries himself after and before you could go out of the open door on your own he pulls your hand back and cages you on the wall

"Alright say you're sorry"

"Why would I when I'm not?"

"C'mon make it quick before I change my mind" He says, locking his gaze at you. You quietly gaze at him for a bit before you run your mouth "I'm sorry....because I won't marry you" earning a chuckle from him

"You think joking could help you?" he says "Okay then Princess" he continued. Lifting you to his shoulder easily and slamming you onto the bouncy mattress of his bed. He did not waste time to pound onto you, pinning you beneath his palms and kissing you harshly, not giving a single fuck that your lips are bruising. Biting on your lips causing it to bleed, stripping you off of the towel and your bra, sucking on your neck, nipping at every part of your skin that he could grasp. His head was all over you and all you can do is to push him off poorly. He's tall and muscular and you have no strength left as you just gained consciousness. You plead softly, whimpering at the harsh love that he's not afraid to show. He ran his free hand down the waistband of your panty, pushing two fingers inside your cunt, you arched your back, moaning on his name as he pumps his fingers in and out of you at a speed. Eyes fixated on your soaking wet core, dizzy of jealousy and rage. You whimpered his name again followed by a sniff, he snaps his head up only to realise that you were not crying of pleasure but was groaning in pain.

"Shit" he mumbles to himself. Heesung pulled his fingers slowly out of you and perked up in his position, immediately releasing your palms off of his, realising what he just did, covering you in an embrace as you cried on his chest "I'm sorry Princess" he whispers, kissing your hair, running his hands on your back to keep you calm "I'm really sorry Y/N I just got blinded by jealousy of what happened earlier" He pleads "I'm just afraid that someone will get you from me and I don't want that to happen, shit...I know that's not a good reason to kiss you without warning" He continued. Your crying subsides as you felt the sincerity in his words. His palm caressed on your tear-streaked cheek, wiping it away. You perked your head up, locking your gaze at him,

"What are you trying to gain from the upcoming wedding?" I asked, He looked at me. His hair was still a mess, and in the dim light he looked more handsome and more human than I'd ever seen him.

"I guess I'm asking you to trust me," he said.

"Trust you?" I replied back. Shrugging in the silence of the bedroom. All I could hear is him running his palms on his hair down to his face in dismay. "I don't think I could do that with you" I continued. He sat abruptly on the couch beside the bed. Groaning to himself. "Fuck..." He mutters.

"Look, I don't know if you're blind or that pretty little head of yours is just not functioning well, Princess but I did my very best to keep you safe" He says. Gazing at me in a stern look. "And it seems like you're not appreciating it"

"I'm trying, okay?!"

"Try harder! I want to gain your trust because in a couple of days you and I will spend our everydays together! Don't you get it? I love you! You're mine!"

END

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen smut #enhypen heesung #heesung #enhypen headcanons #enhypen imagines #jake shim #enhypen jake #enhypen jungwon #heesung imagines #jake imagines #jungwon imagines #enhypen fanfiction #kpop fanfic #enhypen angst

[theabyssgazesalsointoyou]

📖 but with songs :3

📖: If you had to remove one book from the series, which would you choose?

i am so so sorry for this possibly controversial insanely long rant but. dywh. it is so unfair to both chloe and jeremy it drives me insane i wish the scene never existed and maybe the fandom would be a much more peaceful place. rant under the cut

i genuinely hate dywh so much you have no idea. it literally serves no purpose to the story. if it was intended to be a metaphor for how men can be sexually assaulted because they often are not allowed to deny sexual advances, then it should've actually addressed how it affected jeremy instead of just brushing everything off and 'redeeming' chloe in vimh. don't get me wrong, it is very important to raise awareness about that, but it doesn't work in be more chill because the entire message of the musical is that people- especially teenagers- aren't who they seem because external and internal factors influence how they act. that they can make bad choices but they can also learn from their mistakes and change for the better. if chloe didn't end up being redeemed and the musical wanted people to dislike her then fine, whatever. it's still highly debatable considering how jeremy's trauma was never properly addressed but at least it makes sense for the scene to be included in order to really drive it home that she's an awful person. but she did end up being redeemed and they're trying to tell the audience even she's forgivable. and guess what! a lot of people don't agree with this because of course the audience is going to have a hard time buying that when the severity of chloe's 'mistakes' stick out like a sore thumb.

because if you think about it, all that the plot required was that the couples (aka upstage and puppy love) break up. and god there were better ways to do that. even if they had to include a scene like dywh they could've played it off in a tame way like chloe drunkenly attempting to 'seduce' jeremy (aka just a weird vaguely suggestive dance, nothing else involved). just asking him and backing off when he says no, because there is no reason for chloe to actually try to force jeremy to do anything. jeremy was not her concern, she doesn't even like him, it was brooke and jake. she couldn't give less shits about jeremy, all that mattered was that brooke thought he cheated on her and jake thought chloe had sex with someone else in his parents' room. like hell if they'd know what was going on behind closed doors?? all she had to do was just stay in the room with him for like half an hour then later subtly drop something about fucking him. is that not more in character for her? she's manipulative. she lies.

or they could've just stayed true to the book and made it 'consensual' (as 'consensual' as it can be while under the influence, that is) and nothing about the plot would've changed. brooke would still have thought jeremy cheated on her and jake would still have gotten mad at them for invading the sanctity of his parents' room and chloe would absolutely have still twisted the situation to her advantage because that's who she is. it's not out of character for her at all to rub it in jake's face- why turn down such an opportunity to hurt him? or for her to claim jeremy kissed her first? because she always puts the blame on someone else and manipulates brooke.

i would like to make it clear that i do think she should be held accountable for those actions, because 1) whatever her intentions were doesn't matter, the fact that it made jeremy feel uncomfortable & threatened does and 2) her entire reason for doing that was so incredibly selfish and cruel. she wanted to crush her best friend's self-esteem knowing brooke had already been cheated on and she wanted to hurt her ex-boyfriend in the worst way possible by tainting his memory of his parents who abandoned him. all that and jeremy was nothing to her. she didn't care what he thought, he was just a pawn. that is incredibly fucked up.

BUT. i am also saying that this scene was so not necessary. above all it's offensive that jeremy's trauma is never seriously taken and he's just expected to get over it in literal seconds after the scene takes place. but also- bitchy mean girl characters are already hated enough. a lot of people wouldn't have sympathized with chloe even without dywh in the picture. by literally making up that scene- it wasn't part of the source material, remember- the musical chose to put her on full blast. now we can't discuss her character without feeing like stepping on a landmine because dywh is a serious subject that some people are righteously triggered by. and the slight differences in how the actors of each production deliver that performance and how people interpret that scene is the root of all controversy.

#orca answers #bmc #be more chill #chloe valentine #very tempted to make this one unrebloggable. we'll see

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

lies are only as good as the person telling them (and you’ve never claimed to be) part 4

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Pairings: bishops/nolan booth

Warnings: gunshot wound

Word Count: 3089

Nolan gets shot, the Bishops have to deal with their feelings.

"Drive," Sarah orders, pressing her hands hard to Booth's side. John pulls the car around and the tires squeal as more gunshots ricochet off the back bumper. She grits her teeth and presses harder, willing the blood to stay inside Booth's body. "Stay awake, do you understand?"

"I understand that you're currently fighting with my ribs, yeah." Booth yowls like a cat as she pushes down harder. "Hey, hey! Take it easy, I bruise like a peach."

"You're not sweet enough to be a peach," she mutters, too caught up in the fact that Booth is bleeding out from a bullet he took from her to worry about the words coming out of her mouth, not when he's rapidly losing color in his cheeks. "Just stay awake."

Even with his paling face, he still manages to make an offended pout. "I'm plenty sweet enough! I even have the rock-hard pit in my—okay, okay, ow, ow!"

"Do you ever stop talking?"

"Not when I'm awake."

"Keep him talking," John barks from the front seat, "as long as there's bullshit coming out of his mouth, we know he's not about to die."

"Aw, you do love me."

She hears the hitch in John's breath better than Booth does, she's sure, and she doesn't imagine the way John leans into the curves of the road a little more, trying to get them through the next mile before Booth ends up bleeding to death all over the back seat. She grits her teeth again and pushes even harder. Booth winces, his expression contorting in pain, but he doesn't say anything else.

"What were you thinking?" Sarah hisses, shifting her grip as the car swerves around a turn.

"I was thinking that I'd rather not see you get shot right in front of me," Booth grits out, "that's what I was thinking."

"That was reckless of you."

Booth huffs a wet laugh. "What, making sure you don't get shot? You're welcome, by the way, and yeah, maybe not my finest moment, but you tell me how polished and suave you'd be if you saw someone pointing a gun at your partner."

Sarah's hands stutter and her gaze snaps up to Booth's. Booth isn't looking away, isn't biting his lip, doesn't look like he regrets what he said at all. No, it's far worse than that; despite Sarah's best efforts, his eyes are dropping lower and lower. His breathing is slowing under her hands and in a panic that she will deny later because Sarah Black does not panic, she presses down hard enough that she can feel something under her give.

But it works. Booth's eyes snap open again and he stares at her.

"Stay awake," she orders and it comes out more like a plea, "just stay awake until we can get you someplace safe."

The corner of his mouth tugs up the smallest bit and she hates how much she hates the fact that it looks like such a pale imitation of his normal smirk. "The Bishop has a heart after all, how touching."

"You're one to talk," she scoffs if only to cover up her relief that he's talking again, "you just took a bullet for me."

"Which I still can't tell if you're happy I did or not." He coughs once, twice, as the car swerves around yet another turn. "I'd ask if it'd kill you to say thank you, but I think I know the answer already, so—"

"Thank you."

Booth stops. His mouth drops open. "Okay, I definitely must be dying because I could've sworn you just said 'thank you,' and I—"

"You are not dying," she says firmly, as blood covers her hands, "and I did say thank you."

He goes to say something else—I'm sure it was excellent, Nolan, don't worry—but then he's coughing again and the wound under her hands gushes. She pushes harder and gets him to lie down in the backseat, climbing on top of him and using her full weight to press down on the bullet wound.

"Whoa," he mumbles, half-dazed, half-confused, "if this was all it took to get you on top of me, then…"

He trails off before he can finish his sentence and despite everything, she smiles. "If it's what you wanted, you could've just asked."

"Nah…you'd keep it from me," comes his reply, voice beginning to slur, "you're…you're so clever…you'd make—make me work for it…"

"Booth? Booth!"

"'S okay," he mumbles, eyes starting to droop again, "jus' a…jus' a minor s'tback, see? 'S not…'s none of my b'sness anyway…"

"Stay awake," she pleads again, pushing down as hard as she can as John curses and swerves again, "stay awake Nolan, you need to keep your eyes open. Just look at me, alright? Can you do that?"

Nolan's eyes blink open slowly and a slow smile manages to make its way onto his face. The soft sort of smile you see when the person isn't thinking about it, the one you can't really feel until someone points it out. Nolan is giving her that sort of smile now, as she presses down on the wound that should have been hers, as John drives them through the streets of Paris. Nolan just looks up at her, and he smiles, and how could she ever have believed him capable of the same sort of cruelty she was?

"There," she hears herself say as his breathing grows raspier and raspier, "it's okay, Nolan, you're going to be alright. We're going to get you someplace safe and fix you up, right? Then you'll be quipping and annoying us just like you always do, alright?"

"Tha's me," he slurs, "pain in the ass."

John's hysterical chuckle mixes with hers as Nolan grins with dopey pride. Something terribly sad occurs to her then as she has to adjust to keep her balance.

Is this all he expects from them? Just the occasional bone thrown to the world's most annoying dog? Does he think that's all he is to them?

Too late does she realize that in her moment of distraction, Nolan's eyes have fully closed.

"Booth? Booth!" She pushes down harder. "Nolan!"

***

"In here," John says, rushing to the bedroom and laying the too-limp form of Nolan Booth on top of the sheets, "grab the kit from the bathroom."

Sarah is off the next moment, her shoes clicking across the floor as John rips open Nolan's shirt and throws his own jacket to the side. He curses—the bullet's already gone through and through, which is why Sarah was having such a hard time keeping all the blood inside him in the car, and why he's still losing color.

"Here," comes Sarah's voice and he rips the kit open immediately, "I'll get everything else."

He barely has time to shoot a thanks or even an acknowledgment over his shoulder as he gets to work. Nolan will not die on their watch, they won't let him. He's a goddamn stubborn son of a bitch but they're more stubborn than he is put together, and they're sure as hell not gonna let him slip away.

"You think you can just tap out now and make us do the rest of the work?" he finds himself muttering as he works over the limp body. "Not a chance in hell. This whole thing was your idea to begin with, so you're damn well gonna stick around until it's done, you hear me?"

Nolan doesn't say a word, and John curses the part of him that ever wanted to shut Nolan up for good. He doesn't want that, he bargains with the universe, he wants the Nolan that pokes and prods at them all the time like it's his goddamn job. He wants the quips and the jokes and the innuendoes that perfectly walk the line between funny and too crass. He wants the asshole that's unfairly good at singing on key while he works on the blueprints or the lockpicking kits. He wants the dipshit who went right up to the people who betrayed them, double-crossed them right back, and then invited them to work with him on the biggest score they could ever remember.

He wants Nolan Booth, damnit, and if this bullet takes him from them before they've even gotten a chance, he's gonna march right down to whatever pit in hell they decide to stick his soul and drag him back to the land of the living.

"Come back here, you prick," he mutters as he gently cleans away the worst of the blood so he can see what he's doing, "you're not getting away from us that easily."

Sarah's hands join his and together, they patch the worst of the bleeding before Nolan can bleed out. He lifts him carefully in his arms as Sarah ruthlessly strips the sheets from the bed, tossing the mattress protector too for good measure. She remakes the bed with astonishing speed and strides to the bathroom to start getting the blood out. It's what she needs to do, he knows, pour her frustration at the situation into something so it doesn't blow up in their faces, but that doesn't make him move from his self-appointed vigil over the too-still Nolan.

Just watching his chest go up and down, up and down.

When night's fallen and Sarah's scrubbed the sheets within an inch of their lives, she comes to sit next to him. They don't say anything, just sitting silently as the moonlight spills across the bed. Nolan's hands are still bloody. He gets up and goes to the bathroom, getting a washcloth and running it under the warm water. He goes back to the bedroom and picks up one of Nolan's hands in his, tenderly cleaning the blood from his knuckles. When he's finished with the hand, he offers the washcloth to Sarah. She takes it and cleans his other hand as John keeps a hold of the one in his.

"I think he'd be a great dancer," Sarah murmurs after an eon, her eyes still on Nolan's knuckles.

"I think so too."

There's another moment of quiet.

"I think," Sarah says again, her voice even quieter, "if you asked him to dance, he would say yes."

John swallows around the lump in his throat. "Yeah?"

"You might have to ask a few times," and now Sarah's holding Nolan's hand too, the washcloth draped over the foot of the bed, "and he's probably going to say no at first."

"But you think if I show him I really want to dance," John finishes, "you think he'd say yes?"

"I do."

They look at each other across the too-quiet room.

"Are you—" he stops to clear his throat— "are you gonna ask him to dance too?"

She looks down at him, her fingers idly toying with the cuff of his sleeve. "I don't know if he wants to dance with me."

He huffs. "Didn't sound like that in the back seat."

"But that's who he is," she says back, "he makes the jokes and he takes the hits because it's expected of him."

"But he doesn't do things he doesn't believe in."

"You're biased," she says with the ghost of a smile.

"Of course I am," he says and she laughs, "but so is he. You two had a thing going way before he even knew about me."

"That was different."

"Is it?"

She looks at him, and she looks at Nolan, and she slowly lets out a long breath.

"He needs to wake up first," is her eventual concession, "and then…then it's going to take him a while before he's up to dancing."

"That's okay with me. Is it okay with you?"

She smiles and she looks like the Sarah Black he knows and loves again. "No one ever got anything worth having without having the right amount of patience."

See, he says silently to the sleeping Nolan Booth, we're waiting for you, you asshole, come wake up already.

***

When Nolan wakes up, he's very, very confused.

Because in the world he fell asleep in, he was very much the reluctantly dragged third wheel of the Bishops, who only teamed up with him because he blackmailed them into it. He was spat on and kicked around because he was an easy target and hey, he could give insults as good as he got. They kept him around because he was good, goddamnit, and he knows how to set up a good score. They needed him, and he needed them, and that was it. He took the hits because they couldn't hurt him in ways they hadn't already, and he took the good moments because he's a greedy bastard who doesn't know when to stop himself.

Including taking a bullet for the fucking Bishop.

Things got really hazy in the back seat, and not in the good, sexy way, but in the incredibly un-sexy blood loss way where he's not quite sure what happened, but he has vague memories of Sarah on top of him, telling him to stay awake, and saying thank you. He's not really sure what to make of those, nor what embarrassing things he ended up saying, but he's pretty sure that that world at least by and large makes sense.

The world he wakes up in, on the other hand…

Well, for starters, he blinks awake on a bed. Not a hospital bed, not a hotel bed, but an actual fucking bed. Hartley and the Bishop's bed, to be more specific, in that shitty little apartment on the outskirts of Paris. His mind would love to conjure up all the fun reasons why this could be happening, but then there's a blooming ache in his side and his head is pounding and the bed is cold, cold, cold.

Except it isn't, because there's a body like a fucking space heater right next to him, and he just manages to crane his neck to one side to realize it's Hartley. Actual, built-like-a-brick-shithouse Hartley, who blinks awake and smiles at him like he's something worth smiling at.

"Hey," he says, voice all soft and rough from sleep, "you feeling okay?"

Uh, no, he's pretty sure he's either died and gone to heaven or woken up in some parallel universe.

"Here," Hartley says, sitting up and reaching over him for the glass of water on the nightstand, "you're gonna be dehydrated, drink up."

Nolan goes to lift his hand when his body informs him that no, moving is not allowed right now, and a pained hiss escapes through his teeth before he can stop himself. Concern flickers openly across Hartley's face and he's sitting up more, turning and sliding a hand under Nolan's head to let him drink.

Water never tasted so good.

"That's enough for now," Hartley says when he's managed half the glass, "don't want you sick on top of the bullet."

Right. The bullet. The bullet he took for the Bishop. The Bishop—

"Hey, hey, hey," Hartley soothes as he starts to panic, one large hand pressing him down into the mattress, "shh, calm down. She's okay, she's just in the kitchen."

"Is he awake?"

"Yeah, he's up, he wants to see you."

"Don't—" he coughs through his dry throat— "don't put words in my mouth."

But then the Bishop actually comes around the corner and he can't stop the way he sags in relief at seeing her unharmed. She comes over to the bed, sitting down near his hand, and—and picking it up and putting it in her lap.

Uh, no, I definitely died and went somewhere else. What the fuck is happening?

Oh.

Oh.

It's just part of their ploy, isn't it? To get him to—to—well, he doesn't know what the fuck else they want from him at this point. Shit, he just took a bullet for the Bishop and now he's completely and utterly at their mercy, what the fuck else could they want? It's not like he's in any position to stop them if they wanted to do something right now, they could just go and do the score and leave him here on this bed, in the apartment, all by himself, while they go and he's left alone, all alone—

"Hey, hey…"

"Shh…don't cry, Nolan."

"Look at me. Hey, Booth—Nolan, look at me."

There's a hand on the side of his face. The side of his face is wet. Why is the side of his face wet? Oh. One of them said don't cry. Is he crying?

"Do you need more painkillers?" There's still a hand on his face. "Sarah, can you—"

The hands on his start to pull away and he's clutching at them desperately before he can snap at himself to stop it. But it's too late, the Bishop is sitting back down and they're having a murmured conversation and then there's a cool hand on his face too.

"Don't worry," comes her voice, smooth and soft as fresh water, "we're not leaving, Nolan."

"You're stuck with us," Hartley agrees.

But—but—but that doesn't make sense. Nothing in this world makes sense and he wants to go back to the other one where at least things made sense, where things hurt but at least he knew when to expect it, not here where he has no idea what's going on and he just wants everything to go back to normal and then he won't be guessing, second-guessing, triple-guessing everything until they leave him again.

"Silly boy," the Bishop says fondly as tears drip like razorblades down his cheeks—there goes his resolve never to let them see how badly they hurt him— "did you think I would let you take a bullet for me and then let you leave without giving me a chance to pay it back?"

"I—I didn't—I didn't mean—"

"Shh," Hartley soothes, his big hand moving to card through Nolan's hair, "calm down, Nolan, it's okay. We can talk about this again when you wake up properly, just rest for now. You've worn yourself out."

"I'll wear you out," he mumbles back, more out of instinct than anything, and Hartley chuckles warmly.

"It's a promise, big guy."

Nothing makes sense right now, Nolan decides as that big hand lulls him right back to sleep, but if the Bishop is promising they're not going to leave him alone, and Hartley is laughing at his stupid jokes, he thinks that maybe he could figure out a way to make this world work.

Just for a little while.

#dragonbabbles #fic #red notice #nolan booth #the bishop #john hartley #sarah black

[jess-moloney]

I want to make one thing clear:

The reason I didn't bother addressing @jess-moloney-malarkey when she made that stupid debunking post (where she provided incorrect and very old sources to prove a nonexistent and uneducated point) was that when she did that, well it didn't matter. She was only attempting to "debunk" what she thought was wrong. She wasn't really attacking me personally. Which I'm fine with. If you want to attack my arguments or provide reasons I'm wrong with sources, then that's pretty valid.

The reason I bothered to respond to any of this now is that after she did that post instead of leaving well enough alone for people to decide for themselves she started to make posts about me as a person. If all she had done was stick to the argument of debunking (or trying to debunk) what I was saying then that's one thing. Personally insulting me, attacking what she thinks my mental health is, sending harassment to me, and stalking my blog for updates to talk about me instead of the argument at hand is entirely uncalled for. That's why I decided to address it.

She claims that she's not in the business of getting one harassed and she's not harassing me. Except she is. I agree her really awful debunking posts where she proved nothing wasn't harassment. I don't agree that what she went on to post about me and encouraged her followers to say about me (and direct them here to send me hate) is harassment. She pretends "no one knows who she's talking about" as if there's multiple Jess blogs on tumblr that talk about this. Get real. She knows exactly what she's doing.

If she wants to stick to the topic of debunking my facts and statements since she is that concerned about Jess Moloney (for some bizarre reason) I could have left it alone forever, but you can't go from being a debunking blog to a blog that focuses entirely on lying about me and making up phony "mental health concerns" and expect me not to stand up for myself.

She knew the whole time what she was doing and when she didn't get enough attention from that she went on to personally attack me and make sure to send harassment to me with these posts. Then she has the nerve to claim I'm the one who needs attention or whatever. I wasn't even bothering her about her content before that point, I ignored her and let her have her stupid uninformed opinion.

I never followed her blog and made posts like "I'm SOOOO concerned about @jess-moloney-malarkey can someone please go check on them! I think they are mentally ill". There's a point where you are crossing a fucking line and the personal posts about me is that line. Now she wants to play the victim or claim she doesn't care (or have time for this) but if that were true she'd have not needed to post any of that in the first place.

Maybe she should realize that once she starts with the personal attacks she doesn't get to play the victim anymore, especially since I never attacked her that way, and I certainly didn't go on to make multiple posts about it either (before this point). This is exactly why people feel like they can't have an opinion on Jess or Jamie or what is going on. People like her turn things into personal arguments, drive harassment to them and then act like they are the victim/hero/or whatever she's trying to claim. The fact of the matter is that this woman, girl, person, whoever could have just stuck to "the facts" (the poorly created facts in her head) and never said anything about me. She didn't, and now she's upset that she got caught...or pretending to be. I have a feeling that's what she wanted in the first place because as we all saw, she very quickly rolled over to play the victim as if she didn't do anything to deserve the response in the first place.

Why are Jess stans universally like this? I don't really know, but it's tiring and would be hilarious if it also weren't painfully pathetic.

Edit: She 100% was either sending me anonymous hate or encouraging others to do so, and quite a bit of it. I figured this out by what was being sent compared to what she posted on her blog. I know I can't prove this because I'm in the business of deleting hate instead of posting it (the majority of the time) but it's what drew my attention back to her blog. What she was posting was either causing people to attack me, or she needed the attention so badly she was sending it herself.

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jess moloney malarkey #thoughts

[letstalkaboutit100]

Ideas pt 16 Blue= Concepts Pink=episode ideas

Since I posted my pt 13 I started to think about animals in the EAH world. So here are MORE ideas if EAH got a reboot!

Apple's cat is named Cinnamon and Raven's dog is named Buck. And they of course hate each other just like their owners lol. I feel Raven and Cinnamon have a BIG rivalry! She's like Lucifer lol! Pretty and sweet on the outside, but evil and mean on the inside. She constantly makes Raven's life harder by breaking stuff, leaving hairballs everywhere, and meowing all night to keep her awake. (Since her and Apple's rooms are close she somehow always sneaks in! Raven can't figure it out!) She drives her crazy! And every time Raven finally has enough, starts to yell at her or is sometimes in an out-of-context position (There was a throwing-out-the-window incident that we don't talk about lol. That was a 'fun' week) someone walks in, usually Apple looking for her and is shocked (but also happy) that Raven is trying to 'kill her cat' when in truth she wasn't trying to but now... SHE DOES! (Her mother used to have a mean cat so she just doesn't like them)

I feel that Apple would be scared of Buck lol. He growls at her and she squeals and finds someone to hide behind. Cerise gave Buck to Raven as a gift for helping her be more confident in her ears/helping to show them off in a way that no one would know that they were real. "I found him while me and my family were hunting" *Lifts the blanket in her basket off and Buck pops out licking Raven's face while she's laughing* "Aw! He's adorable!" "When we found him he had an injured paw so we took him home and I nursed him back to health!"

*Raven starts to baby-talk him* "Who's a good boy? You're a good boy! You're such a sweet boy!" *looks up to Cerise while playing with Buck*"Does the little guy have a home?" *Looks back down at Buck* "Do you have a home?" "Doooo you?" "Actually I was wondering if you would like to have him..." "Really!?" "Yeah I mean I already have my pet dog and" *Bends down to scratch Buck's head and starts to baby-talk too* "And I couldn't leave the little guy in the pound! Now, Could I?" *Both girls start to play with him* "So will you?" "Of course, I will! *Stands up to hug Cerise* "Thank you so much!" "I should be the one thanking you." *Confused* "Me? Why?" "You are the only one besides Hunter and Ashlynn who knows about my parents. You're the first person that I have ACTUALLY told. And you're ok with it! You don't judge my parents and willingly are my friend. You helped me not be so insecure anymore. And at Maddie's tea party!? I would have never shown them my ears if you hadn't convinced me! So I just wanted to say thank you." *Raven who is on the verge of tears* "I'm honored that I was the first one you tolded and your friend!" *They hug again* (A part of me kinda wants Cerise to have the tinyest crush on her. So tiny that it's not even mentioned in the show.)

Everyone loves Buck! The school is kind of divided between Cinnamon and Buck lol. The rebels love Buck, and some of the royals too. But most of them like Cinnamon. (Maybe because they don't want to hurt Apple's feelings. I can imagine Apple giving people a pouty sad look. I feel she does that a lot to manipulate people whether it's for the littlest things. In Apple's will it said that if anything happens to her, she wants Brair to take care of her. Brair doesn't lol.)

Apple at first thinks that Buck is cute but he doesn't like her the second he sniffs her.

Maddie also doesn't like cinnamon because she tries to eat mice.

Cerise doesn't like Cinnamon at first but gets used to her.

Ramona HATES Cinnamon. She's constantly hissing at her showing off her teeth and claws to scare her.

Ashlynn loves both of them. But Hunter just likes Buck. She has it out for him too lol! She likes Ashlynn. I would want an episode where Apple goes away for a few days and everyone in the school has to take turns taking care of Cinnamon lol! That would be WILD!

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