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kidney9-9 · 4 years

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Summer Vacation

Anonymous asked:

heyyyyy, if you are taking smutty requests could you do one where Toms family and the readers family are really close and go on holiday together but Tom and the reader hate each other. Throughout the holiday the keep teasing each other just to take the piss but eventually it gets too much for them, then their families go out but they don’t go and it’s becomes too much and they f*ck😏 and then after they are kissing and their families come home and think finally(im a sucker for enemies to lovers)

hi anon! hope you like this! before you read, please read the warnings! No mention of protection but can be imagined :)

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Tom Holland x Reader (Smut with plot) Warnings: cursing, anger, kitchen sex, enemies-to-lovers, harsh teasing (non-sexual), dom!Tom, and oral sex (female receiving) Word Count: 4.7k

When you learned your family booked their annual summer vacation with the Hollands, you complained. The son, Tom Holland, also known as that one fucking asshole who threw sand in your eyes as a kid, was the main reason of your complaint. Since the day he threw sand in your eyes, the two of you despised each other, always jabbing each other with mean insults or shady comments. He was the reason you absolutely fucking hated vacations with your family.

He always called you “cow-girl” because of the unfortunate incident of a cow stepping on your foot during one of the vacations. You always hated when he would call you that, especially around other groups of people, other than your families. It caught on during elementary school, and you were teased the rest of the year because of it. On the other hand, you started calling him “poop-boy” after he tripped and slipped right into the cow poop after that same cow stepped on your foot.

Your families always teased the two of you, always telling you that you would be a great married couple. The two of you would instantly deny their teasing, which was the one thing the two of you had in common. Your dad always jokingly patting Tom’s back, telling him, “Oh, welcome to the family, son.” Which always made you uncomfortable as well. Whenever your family met any of the people you dated, they’d compare them to Tom, which made you hate him even more.

Hate was a strong word, but that was the only thing close enough to what you could describe your feelings of him. Even though you “hated” Tom, you couldn’t help but admit he was fucking hot. It made things even worse after seeing him on vacation, with only a pair of swim trunks on, and immediately thinking about how you wanted to jump his bones and shout at him.

He was lounging on the sunbeds of the summer house your and his family rented together this summer on a sunny beach when you got there. He had a beer in a hand and sunglasses on, talking to his brother and not bothering to look over to you and your family. His mom greeted all of you with a warm smile, “Welcome guys! It’s lovely to see you all here! How have you been?” You smiled politely back at her as she and your mom started animatedly chatting. Your dad sent you a grin and then looked over to the boys, “Hey Tom! Harry, come over here!” He called out with a wave.

Harry was such a sweetheart. You had no idea how he was related to Tom, because of how sweet he was to you all the time. He would call you big sis, and the two of you would always hang out the most during vacations. You looked over to the two of them, smile dropping as Tom lifted his sunglasses and glared at you.

What a lovely greeting, you thought, as him and Harry strolled closer to you and your dad. Your mom had gone inside to put the suitcases away in the rooms. “Hi Harry!” You said sweetly, pulling him for a quick hug. Harry grinned back to you, “Hey guys, happy you can make it.” Your dad nodded to his statement, smiling. But looking back at Tom, you could see he was not having it.

“I’m not happy cow-girl came along.” Tom grumbled out, taking a long sip of his beer. You rolled your eyes at the nickname as both your dad and Harry started laughing, “When are you guys getting together?” Your dad questioned teasingly and the both of you grimaced at the thought. When Tom glared over at you again, making Harry punch the side of his arm mouthing, “Not now.”

The four of you walked inside while Tom continued to glare at you. Harry frowned at Tom’s obvious rudeness again, while you could practically feel the holes burning through your head. You stopped thinking about that for a second, as you looked around the entrance of the summer house with amazement. It was completely beautiful. The house was open concept, a beautiful big living room, a dining room off to the side, and the kitchen had a large island.

Tom scoffed at your awe, “Already impressed? Wonder what type of boys you take home.” Your dad acted like he didn’t hear that, just glanced back to the three of you with raised eyebrows before heading off to greet Tom’s dad. You jeered back to Tom instantly, “What? You take home spoiled girls? That’s your thing, huh?” Harry coughed out a giggle between the two of you as he walked into the kitchen, slicing a piece of the cake that his mom made earlier.

He offered some to you, which you declined politely, since you weren’t in the mood to stick around Tom any longer. It was like a pissing contest between the two of you, trying to reach the farthest point to anger each other. “At least I can actually take them home and introduce them to the family.” Tom shot back, making you laugh sarcastically.

“Like your family wants to meet the bratty girls you bring home on the weekends.” You retorted, glancing back to Harry as he took a bite of his slice with a slow nod at your statement. You grinned in victory as Tom scoffed at his brother, slapping the side of his arm annoyed.

Your smugness didn’t last too long though, “I’m heading upstairs, see you later Harry.” You said, looking down at your phone with a grin at the message that popped up. It was one of your friends, sending you another funny video she found online. “Can’t even look at him when you’re speaking? Who’s the fucking brat now?” Tom spoke up, making you scoff at him, rolling your eyes.

It was always like he had to have the last word. You ignored the two boys hollering at each other and you, as you walked up the stairs to the bedroom your suitcase was in. You laid back on the bed with a sigh, glancing around at the mirrors on the wall. It was sort of creepy to you, seeing so many mirrors hung up in a room, but you shrugged it off when you stood back up, starting to unpack some of your clothes. You took your bathing suit out, quickly changing into it so you could go swimming down at the beach. When you looked down there, it seemed like no one was out, and it was peaceful.

You frowned again, realizing it would be anything but peaceful with Tom there.

Down at the beach, you quickly ran into the water, not caring about anyone watching you as you splashed your way in. It was so relaxing to float in the water with the sound of the waves. The sun was bright too, but not the type to make you squint your eyes at. Harry laughed, following you in as you both started splashing water at each other. “Ow! My eyes!” You yelped out as the salty water stung, making Harry stop for a moment.

You giggled quietly as he came closer concerned. Tom watched from the shore with a frown, seeing you clutch your face in pain, and debated if he should go in to check on you. Even though the two of you were far from friends, he still felt a little sting of worry when you didn’t let go of your face, and it made Harry panic.

Tom’s worry reminded him of the time you two met, when he accidently smacked sand in your eyes. He remembered how angry and upset you were, officially declaring him your “enemy” as a six-year-old. He really didn’t want to hurt you, but he just wanted to impress you with cool sand tricks. He saw you playing with toys he wanted to play with, and thought you looked cool, and as he introduced himself, and flicked sand up into the air, it just landed straight in your eyes. You had to go to urgent care when you opened your eyes, making everyone at the park gasp. He felt horrible, but you did say he was your “enemy”, so he felt like he didn’t even have to apologize.

When Harry got to you, spinning you around to face him, your hands were still on your face and you laughed loudly, scaring Harry as you pushed him down into the water. Tom scoffed at your actions and himself, for even being worried about you. “Harry! Next time you have to make sure to splash her eyes!” Tom called out, making you irritated. You glanced back to Harry as he laughed at his brother’s joke.

“Why’s your brother such a dick?” You questioned seriously and quietly to Harry. Tom took a seat back on the chair, putting his sunglasses back on with a sigh. “I don’t know why either of you act like that. If you guys got along, you’d be great together, as friends or…” Harry trailed off seeing your glower at him.

“Not you too!” You groaned out, walking back to shore to dry off. It was already dinner time even though the sun was still out, and you could see back through the windows of the summer house, as both yours and Tom’s family pilled to the front entrance, dressed formally. You dried off quickly with your towel, and threw it back on Tom, making him gasp out of his sleepy-sun rest. “Cow-girl.” Tom bit at you, making you roll your eyes.

“Poop-boy, our families are leaving.” You responded, using his nickname. Tom sighed at it, not bothering to comment as Harry made his way to you both. He stood between the two of you as you all walked back to the house. “You’re going Harry?” You asked, confused as he began to walk faster, or even speed walk. He grinned back to you two, “Yeah! You aren’t?” His question hit both you and Tom.

At the same time, you responded, “Not feeling like it.” While Tom replied, “Nah, too early for me.” The both of you looked at each other with a groan, as Harry laughed. He could already tell that the two of you were going to get on each other’s nerves when everyone else leaves for hours. Harry quickly ran off inside, once the three of you reached the entrance, running into the families.

You glanced to everyone, explaining, “I’m just not really wanting dinner right now. Might go lay down.” Your mom nodded back to you, “Oh bummer! Maybe tomorrow night you can come.” All the parents agreed as Harry sprinted downstairs, stumbling in an outfit now, making everyone laugh. Tom slapped his brother’s shoulder playfully, “Can’t believe you’re leaving me here with that thing.” His voice stung out.

“That thing” was a vicious and horrible comment about you. You usually dealt with cow-girl just fine but when he referred to you like that, it made you upset. His comment quieted everyone down from the laughter and chatter, and they quickly said their goodbyes and left. When your family never spoke up for you in front of everyone here, from Tom’s mean attitude to you, it hurt as well. But it was because they never understood that even though it could’ve just been a joke, it still stung.

Tom sighed out when they left, and gazed back to you, annoyed. He was still thinking about what you and Harry did in the water and it just irritated him that you had the nerve to act like Harry hurt your eyes. You shifted on your feet for a second, looking back to him and shrugged, not wanting to deal with his rude behavior. You walked over to the kitchen and got yourself a glass of water.

Your phone beeped, and it was your friend again with another funny video, and you laughed at the thumbnail on it. Tom strolled over to the kitchen and leaned up against the pantry, “Is that your boyfriend or something?” He asked, absentmindedly playing with his fingers. The way you would smile at your phone was starting to annoy him.

“Uh, no? Why?” You questioned back, facing him. Tom rolled his eyes, “Oh yeah, I should’ve known.” Your irritated sigh came out at his words, and you just weren’t in the mood to argue, so you dropped it. Another beep on your phone brought your attention back, and you laughed loudly at it. It was a picture Harry sent of him, clutching his seat belt funnily.

“What is it now?” Tom asked, pushing himself off the pantry door and glancing over your shoulder at the picture. He chuckled at Harry’s antics, but your tensed up by how close he was. This was the first-time you guys laughed together, at the same thing, in so long. His breath was hitting your neck as he stood behind you looking at the phone. You felt your cheeks burn at it, knowing your neck was sensitive. Tom stayed a second longer than necessary, only stepping back when you glanced back to him.

The two of you stood in silence for a few moments, before Tom cleared his throat, “Poop-boy is a stupid nickname, by the way.” You laughed at that, fully turning around after setting your phone down. “Yeah, so is cow-girl.” Another awkward silence ensured after that, and you sighed at it, glancing back to the cake with interest.

Tom got out two plates, seeing you eye the cake and set it on the island, to fix both of you a slice. “So, have you seen my recent movie?” You frowned at that, sure you have, and you liked it, but you didn’t want him to know that. Even though the two of you were having a rare friendly interaction, it didn’t change the fact he was an asshole to you most of the time. “No, I don’t watch any of them.” You responded, making Tom scoff.

His family and yours have been friends for so long, and it bothered him, that not once did you watch any of the work he did. And when you continued, it only pissed him off further, “Acting is a talentless job, there’s no value in it.” Sure, you realized you should’ve stopped but seeing him angrily clench his fists together after pushing a plate with a slice of cake to you. Tom breathed in, trying to calm down before he did something stupid, like blow up on you again.

“And besides, don’t you only do minor roles? Seems irrelevant.” You pushed, trying to hide your smirk as Tom banged his fists into the counter. “Minor roles? Are you kidding me? That’s my life’s work! You could have just said no!” Tom exclaimed back, in disbelief and anger at you. You shrugged your shoulders at him. You did actually like his movies, and his roles but if you told him, it would only boost his cocky attitude up.

“Do you even know what I do for a living?” You questioned back, making Tom pause. He didn’t know anything about your work. You never said anything about it, at all and it made Tom hesitantly shake his head, “No.” You laughed in disbelief at that, “You don’t have the right to bitch at me then.” You didn’t want him to know about your job, seeing as he would only criticize you more.

Tom stepped forward to you again, “Excuse me? Who’s the fucking bitch here? I know it’s not me.” His voice came out in a sneer and you frowned at it. You didn’t say anything, just picked at the slice he gave you with the fork. “Say it again for me, bitch.” Tom spat out, grabbing your wrist harshly.

“Fucking hell Tom! I’m sorry!” You yelped back, trying to tug your hand away from his but he pulled you in closer to him, making you drop the fork on the floor. You gazed back up to Tom as he stared at you, realizing he shouldn’t have grabbed you like that. He let go of your hands with hesitation, but you stayed in place, standing almost a breath away from him. “Fine, fuck, I’m sorry too.” He mumbled, looking down at you, with his face softening just a little.

You stayed still as silence burned through the two of you, as Tom’s face started going red. You couldn’t tell if it was from anger or something else. You felt a buzzing run through you as the two of you made eye contact, and you couldn’t help but slip your gaze down to his lips slowly. He stood still, gazing at you as you slowly moved your eyes back to his and blushed.

He burned too, just thinking about what your look at his lips could mean. You broke out of the stance, bending down to pick the fork up with a sigh and you stood back up as Tom stayed in place, looking at you. With a teasing attitude, you placed the fork back onto the counter, and swiped your finger over the top of the cake, collecting the frosting.

You gazed back to him with a smirk, stepping back closer to him, as you placed the finger in your mouth, swirling your tongue over the frosting. You closed your eyes, memorizing the flavor as he quietly gasped at you. When you slightly moaned at the taste, Tom finally reached out, snapping your finger out of your mouth, and pulling you to his body, with no distance.

You glanced to him in surprise as he leaned down, and then oh, fuck. You realized what was happening. Tom slammed his lips to yours with a grunt, and you took a second to process it, before kissing back twice as harshly. He pushed you back against the counter, taking his lips off yours for a moment, and he glanced back up to your eyes, “This okay?” He questioned, and you quickly responded a breathy, “Yeah, fuck.”

He pushed into you, trapping you between his arms, with your back against the counter. His lips pushed onto yours again and you opened your mouth instantly, making Tom groan lightly as he pushed his tongue through your lips. His lips were softer than you expected, and the way his tongue swirled and curled, you were stunned by his expert techniques. But you quickly pushed that thought away, as you pushed your tongue onto his, fighting for dominance.

It didn’t work out though, as he pulled away from you again, and muttered out, “Up.” You quickly hopped, and he picked you up, pushing you on top of the counter Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in closer to you, and the two of you moaned at the feeling. You started to feel a wetness pull in your bathing suit, which wasn’t from the sea. Tom pulled away again, gasping for breath as he tugged your top piece, trying to take it off.

You reached behind you, tugging the top apart, and letting it drop in front of the two of you as Tom gasped, leaning down and capturing a nipple in his mouth. You moaned out as he licked and bit down, in a repeating motion, and you felt yourself getting even more aroused when you looked down to see Tom’s erection.

His cock twitched over and over again from the two of you, and he couldn’t help but think, how fucking hot this was. In all the ways he ever thought of you as a bitch or just “cow-girl”, he didn’t ever expect for you to feel so good under him. And the sounds you were making just made him want you more. “Fuck, why didn’t we do this sooner?” He groaned out, reaching up to kiss you again.

You moaned into his mouth with a shrug. It didn’t really matter to you, all you wanted to do was this, now and in the moment. Tom sighed into the kiss, as you tugged him closer again with your legs. You swirled your tongue onto his lip, and you pushed your hand through his hair, tugging at it. He groaned again and you bit down onto his bottom lip, making him open up again. The sloppy kissing between the two of you started to cause a dribble of shared saliva down your body.

You pulled away for breath again, and Tom quickly tugged his swim trunks down, revealing his throbbing cock to you. He looked back at you, suddenly more aware and spoke up, “Do you want to do this?” his voice came out in shallow breaths, and you quickly responded, “Yes, please.” Tom groaned at your begging, and tugged down your swim bottoms, making you gasp in excitement.

Tom breathed in deeply at the site of you glimmering wet. He couldn’t stop himself as he dived down and kissed your core. You gasped out again, and he started licking, and sucking. It was amazing to him, he couldn’t stop once he started, when hearing your moans and the taste. You moaned loudly, and squeezed your legs around his head, while pushing your hands back into his hair, tugging and sliding your fingers through it.

The pulsing intensified as he sucked straight onto your clit, and you yelped out, “Tom, please!” He pulled away, feeling another twitch rush through his cock. He breathed in unsteadily, “What do you want, babe?” You furrowed your eyebrows at the nickname but retorted, “Tom, please just fuck me.”

He sighed out, feeling himself flush more as he stood back up, and pulled you closer to his hips. In a slow movement, he pushed himself in with a loud groan. “Oh fuck!” He groaned out and you moaned as well, feeling the fullness in you. Tom shuddered when he bottomed out, “Fuck, how are you so fucking tight?” You groaned when he moved back and slammed into you again.

“Fuck Tom!” You moaned out, as he started to pace himself. Both of you were breathing loud and unevenly, moaning out when he would sink in again. You wrapped your legs around him, to pull him in even more making him tremble. Tom suddenly bent his legs, and scooped you up, you held onto him as he carried you back to the pantry door, slamming back into you. You gasped out at the different position and he took the chance to kiss you deeply, groaning into the kiss.

He continued to hold you up against the door as you moaned into the kiss. You pushed your head away from his, pulling his head back with your hand and leaning down and kissing his neck sloppily. He groaned again, pushing one hand down to your clit and rubbing it suddenly. You gasped at the sensations, feeling like you were nearing an orgasm. As if Tom could feel it as well, he started rubbing harder onto your clit and with a loud gasp and moan, “Tom- I’m fuck, I’m coming.”

“Come for me.” He grunted out, and in an instant, you felt like bliss. You came hard and fast, moaning out his name loudly, as Tom neared his end too. He moved himself out of you as he came hard, groaning loudly. His legs felt like jelly, and you quickly dropped your legs, standing up while trembling and breathing heavily. “Holy shit.” You whispered out, sinking to the ground of the kitchen with Tom following along.

You sat with each other for a few minutes, trying to catch your breath. “That was fucking good, poop-boy. Didn’t know you had that much stamina.” You laughed out, making Tom shake his head at you. But this time he was smiling too, “Fuck you, cow-girl.” The both of you looked at each other silently for a moment before bursting out laughing together.

It was so strange to be here with him, laughing with him. And especially fucking him. That felt good though, but you just hoped it wouldn’t bite you in the ass. You glanced out the window, noticing it was already nighttime, and that the sunset was already gone. You pushed yourself up with a groan, as Tom stayed on the floor still. “I’m going to take a shower.” You murmured to him, making him gaze up to you.

“I can join if you want?” Tom responded instantly making you giggle again. The sex glow was visible on both of you, and especially his face, with his doped-out smile. You blushed again looking at it, finding it attractive. “No, I think they’ll be back soon.” You whispered, smiling back to him.

But where did all of this leave you two?

You thought about it for a long time in the shower, maybe over an hour. It wasn’t like the two of you could just go back to hating each other like nothing. That would hurt too much, for the both of you. You could see that Tom didn’t want to go back either, by the way you guys interacted after the sex. And it was also fucking good, one of the best in a long time and you assumed so for him too. After all these years, and you finally fucked some of the tension out? Yeah, it was great. But you guys couldn’t possibly just start a relationship like that.

You stepped out of the shower after making sure you got all the mess off your body, hoping to talk to Tom about everything. Was it going to be a one-time thing? You anticipated not. You quickly got dressed, seeing the marks Tom made around the one nipple and laughing at it. It was already bruised, which surprised you.

After getting your pajamas on, you headed downstairs again, seeing that Tom cleaned up the kitchen, but was still in his swim-trunks. “Hey,” You greeted quietly and almost shyly, his head instantly looked up to you and he smiled brightly.

Oh, fuck. That was so fucking cute and hot. He walked towards you with the same sex-doped grin you had. The front door opened, but the two of you were too entrapped in each other to notice, as Tom leaned down to kiss you again. You instantly wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, smiling into the kiss. And that was when you heard the screaming. The two of you bounced away from each other as Harry hollered, “Finally!”

Your dad had shouted, “When’s the wedding?!” And the rest of them too shocked to say anything. You and Tom glanced at each other awkwardly, not expecting them at all. The stare the two of you shared together was an invisible conversation, where you agreed to deny everything.

“What are you talking about?” You questioned back, acting baffled as Tom started, “Yeah, you guys are drunk…”. Harry snorted at your defense, “I don’t care, just as long as you guys didn’t do it in my room here.”

Tom shook his head at that laughing, as you raised your eyebrows back to Harry. He came between you and Tom again and pulled you into a group hug. “If I’m not the best man, fucking make me the bride’s maid of honor.” His voice came out in a hushed tone, and the three of you fell into laughter. - tags: @lozzypoz321 taglist is open!

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allthingsarmin · 3 years

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Hello, can i please request an armin x reader but it’s a modern au where armin is a nerd and the reader is popular, feel free to ignore if you don’t like the idea :)

Thank you for your request, anon! I really hope you like it, and I can always rewrite it if it’s not the way you imagined. Also, sorry it is a little long - I think I got carried away with this prompt haha.

The beginning might be a little angsty, but the ending is cute ^_^

GN!Reader

Warnings: one cuss word, mentions of self-doubt, kissing

Word Count: 2,346

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Things change - sometimes for the better - like how Armin finally cut his bob-length hair and now has a handsome undercut that suits his jawline and like how you are finally growing taller since it seemed like forever that Armin was the taller one.

Things change - sometimes for the worse - like how you and Armin used to be so close in grade school, but now in college, your relationship is made up of awkward smiles in the hallways, small waves when passing each other in the library, and unfinished conversations on SnapChat.

Things fade - relationships come to an end, people move on, and that’s just life. Look at you now, from a quiet person to a popular student known for your humorous remarks, angelic facial features, a delightful sense of style, and your beautifully color-coded notes. You capture hearts with your smile, and you never fail to make anyone laugh with your stupidly funny puns and nonsense. To put it simply, Armin is a bit different - well, you could say nerdy. Quiet, polite, and has as much passion for the world as he does intelligence. Always heavily invested in school and studying as you could almost always find his nose in between the pages of a book or study guide. Poor Armin - not known for his sweet personality or his above average intelligence. Definitely not known for his sense of style but always comes to class dressed in a rather dashing blazer and keeps a couple Kleenex tissues in his left pocket. Armin barely has any friends, - if any - but he always makes sure to hold the door open for strangers, smile at teachers when entering the classroom, and send you a “Happy Birthday!” text every year.

Some things don’t fade - like Armin’s feelings for you even after you two grew apart and he was forced to watch you from the sidelines. How could he not be so deeply in love with you? When you two were close, you coddled up with each other and read books about the ocean, learning about sharks and so naively believing in the theory of Atlantis. You stayed over at each other’s houses and studied together as well as comforted each other if one of you didn’t do as well as you expected on a test. You used to braid his long blond locks as he told you stories about his grandfather. During the summers, you would use chalk to draw a picture of you two on the blistering sidewalks outside his house, and he would give you handmade bookmarks as a present. Even though you two have grown apart, he is still in love with you, watching you laugh from far away. The way your eyes squint out of happiness and the sound of your hearty laughter makes his body heat up and his cheeks rosy. The way you sometimes send him “Good luck!” texts for when there’s a big test in a class you both are taking makes him smile with teary eyes since it seems that you have in fact not forgotten about him and his intense anxiety when it comes to test-taking. The way you ran up to Armin and gripped his arm when you unexpectedly saw him in the campus coffee shop that one time sent a euphoric tingle throughout his body that made him forget how to breathe properly. How could he not love you when you were always there for him, when you remembered every personal detail he told you during late-night childhood sleepovers, when you tried your best to make him love himself? Armin wants so badly to tell you how important you are to him, how he wants to protect you from everything bad in the world, how he wants to wrap his arms around you and listen to your heartbeat… you are just so hard to reach. He is a nerd, a loser, and you are so popular, surrounded by endless amounts of friends… he’s sure your contacts are completely full and DMs flooding with people who are interested in you and are a lot better than him. What was the point in even trying?

Luckily for Armin, you feel the same way. To be honest with yourself, your stupid jokes, loud laughter, and wide smiles were really just a cover-up for how deeply sad you are. No matter how many friends you have or instant messages you receive from strangers online, you feel incredibly alone because none of them are him. Popularity doesn't matter to you anymore - you just miss your best friend so terribly. You missed walking on the beach together, splashing each other with the salty waves, making study-flashcards together, and being able to touch his beautiful blond hair whenever you wanted. Armin’s birthday is coming up, and you want to make your move and do something big for him that would let him know how special he is to you. This time, it wouldn’t involve loads of friends or a loud party with that overly social and fake personality of yours.

You text Armin: “Hey Armin! We haven’t talked in awhile, but your birthday is this Saturday, and I would like to meet up with you. Are you free to go to the beach on Saturday? I want to give you a present, and I just want to catch up with you. I miss my friend!”

Armin read the text with relief. Even if he couldn’t have you the way he wanted, he still wanted more than anything to reconnect with his old friend. “It’s good to hear from you, y/n! I have no plans for Saturday, so of course we can meet up… around 7pm if that’s okay. I want to watch the sunset! And I miss you too…”

Saturday:

It is November, which means it’s cold. At the beach in November? Even colder, so you make sure to dress warmly.

It is 6:59pm, and you trudge through the moist sand, the harsh wind bearing itself against your face making the tip of your nose turn a bright pink as you grip your hoodie close to your body. In the distance, you see Armin sitting on the sand, shoes off and wearing a dark green sweatshirt with a black beanie. Sitting next to him was his backpack - of course he was the type to bring his school work with him while you always brought your violently vibrating phone with you everywhere.

You release a tired breath as you sit next to him in the sand, setting the bag of presents down beside you and keeping your cold hands in your hoodie pocket. A big smile is on your face as you ask him: “Aren’t you cold, Armin? Why don’t you have your shoes on?!” Armin laughs as he turns his face toward you. At this point, you can see how red his cheeks really are, and this is really the first time you’ve noticed how handsome he actually is. The softness of his blond eyelashes beautifully contrast with the sharpness of his jawline. His smile is soft, and his deep blue eyes pierce into yours. “Hahaha, I don’t know. I just haven’t been to the beach in a long time…” he trails off. “It’s ‘cuz you’re so popular now that you don’t have time to hang out with me,” he states in a playfully butt-hurt tone though you can sense that he is indeed a little upset about it. The waves hitting the shore fill the awkward silence between you two. “I know,” you softly say, “but I think about you all the time. I miss you, and I hope we can be close friends again,” you confess. Armin feels his heart flutter when you say that you miss him. He wants to tell you he loves you and wants to reassure you that he’d always be there for you, but instead he pats you on the back. “It’s okay! I was just joking,” he awkwardly laughs. “Of course we are friends, and I hope we can be even closer too.”

He glances to your side. “What’s in the bag?” he inquires. “Oh!” you exclaim, seemingly as if you forgot about it. You rush to give him the bag and shove it into his arms. “It’s just some stuff I got you for your birthday.”

He rummages through it, going through the endless amount of tissue paper on the top. He pulls out a light blue sweater first.

“It’s almost winter, so I figured I’d give you something warm. I think this color…” you pause and hesitantly reach up to adjust his beautiful blond bangs, “... would look good on you.”

You both make eye contact for a second and quickly look away from each other. “Haha, it’s beautiful, y/n. Thank you!” You are just about to say ‘no problem’ before he is quickly taking off his green sweatshirt and replacing it with the light blue one, his very toned abs peeking through the plain white t-shirt he had on underneath the sweatshirt. You feel your cheeks grow warm and instantly look away. Armin notices and chuckles to himself. He would honestly never mind if you wanted to look at them or even touch them.

“Now, onto the second one,” you say, trying to change the subject. Armin pulls out two matching, homemade bracelets that feature a seashell on both of them. He looks at them silently and intently.

“I made matching bracelets!” you say proudly. “They’re like friendship bracelets, so we both have to wear them all the time! You aren’t allowed to take it off!” you joke.

“They’re so pretty, y/n,” he whispers as he stares at the shells, a sparkle in his eyes. He immediately puts it on and gently takes your wrist to put yours on.

“There,” he says contently, carefully placing your wrist in your lap.

You two sit silently next to each other, shoulders brushing against one another and watching the waves as the sun casts a dull orange and purple glow across the sky. The sounds of waves crashing against the shore and the squawking birds in the sky cancel out the noises of Armin softly crying.

Once you notice, you quickly snap your head around. “Armin, are you okay?” you ask, extremely worried.

“Thank you for the presents, y/n,” he sniffles. “You have always done stuff like this for me,” Armin continues as he gets flashbacks of you two running across the beach and gawking at beautiful seashells, telling jokes to each other in grade school when it was supposed to be reading time, and making funny drawings of each other. “I’ve never told you thank you - for being there for me and comforting me all those times, and just letting me be myself. It’s been such a long time since we’ve done anything together. I miss making you laugh, and I miss going to the library with you and asking you about your day.”

At this point, you feel like crying too because you feel the exact same. You spent so much of your life wanting to fit in, and you finally became popular but at what cost? You nearly forgot about the most important person to you, the one person that actually cares about you.

“I love you,” Armin suddenly blurts out, a tear running down his face. “I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine,” he says so quietly that it’s borderline pathetic. You swear your heart stopped when he said that. You feel a burning sensation all along your body as you forget about the cold air hitting your face, and you feel your breathing stop. The uncertainty you felt that kept you awake every night about whether Armin thought of you the same, all the self-doubt, all the guilt about leaving your friend behind, had been erased in an instant.

The silence between you two is unbearably awkward, and with confidence you seemingly pull out of nowhere, you throw yourself onto Armin’s lips, your arms enclosing his broad shoulders, and both of you falling sideways into the wet sand. Armin, at first shocked, passionately kisses back and links onto your soft lips. The tips of your noses are cold, but you both eventually succumb to each other's warmth. You both pull away to catch some breath. Armin gently wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him as you bury your head in the crook of his neck. Even after all this time, he still smells the same - vanilla and cedarwood. “I love you too,” you softly say. Noticing that you both are practically wallowing in the sand by now, you apologize. “Also, sorry I ruined your new sweatshirt. There’s sand all over it,” you laugh.

“Oh, it’s okay,” he reassures, shyly placing a kiss on your forehead. “Want to watch the sunset with me?” You nod your head enthusiastically, a smile you couldn’t help leave your lips.

“Oh, fuck,” you quitely exclaim.

“What’s wrong?” Armin asks in a concerned tone.

“I forgot I have an essay due at 11:59 tonight.”

Armin busts out laughing - a sound you wouldn’t mind hearing for the rest of your life even though he’s laughing at your poor planning.

“When the sun finally sets, we can go back to my dorm, and I can help you with it if that’s alright with you,” he politely offers.

“Sure!” you happily reply.

You both sit up and face the horizon. The sun was almost gone, and the sky was a heavenly pink color while the sea began to look indigo. Your hands were linked with Armin’s, and for the first time in a long time, you felt warm despite the air getting cooler.

Getting ready to go to Armin’s dorm, he grabs his backpack and his dark green sweatshirt. You get up and check your phone, not at all caring that you have nearly fifty missed text messages and missed calls asking why you didn’t come to the weekly campus party.

You finally have all that you need.

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I really hoped you liked it! Requests are open ~ I have another request that will be posted soon.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Remus gets injured in a game. I have literally read everything you have written but i'm not sure if you have wrote one like this. If you have, ANOTHER PLZZ

Hello anon! I wove this together with a couple different prompts, listed below:

1. Coops argument

2. Prompt 21: “You need to eat something”

3. Remus gets in a fight with Snape

4. Protective Sirius

5. Coops going home grumpy after losing a game (see link)

Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove! TW for fights, blood, bruises, arguments, and someone getting called a wh*re

Snape’s cheek gave easily beneath Remus’ fist, which was a tad bit surprising. He wrapped his other hand in the neckline of his jersey, yanking him back in to land another punch to the side of his head—that would leave a nasty bruise in the morning. Stars sparkled in his vision as Snape got a lucky shot in and he doubled down, ignoring the thin line of pain that trickled down his chin.

“Break it up, boys, that’s enough!” The referee’s whistle blew as he and another pried Remus’ hands off Snape’s jersey; someone took him by the shoulders and pushed him away from the fight. Pots.

“Say it again!” Remus shouted at Snape as the refs and their teammates continued pulling them apart. “Say it again and I’ll knock your fucking teeth in!”

James’ hold on him faltered for a second as another person skated over and tried to join the melee. “Cap, no!”

“Move, Pots.”

“Loops won the fight, it’s done. Let’s just keep playing.” James shoved both their chests hard enough to send them back a few inches, but Remus’ blood boiled as he ground his mouthguard between his teeth. He glanced up at the clock—3:16 left in the third, Snakes up by two. Their win was almost guaranteed and Snape was still pulling this bullshit.

He skated quickly over to the bench and mumbled his thanks to Hestia as she pressed some gauze to his lip and ice to his cheek. “Lupin, you’re in for the rest of the game,” Coach Weasley said, tapping him on the arm with his playboard. “Anything broken?”

“No, Coach.”

“Then get your ass back out on the ice and score some points. We need some speed.”

He could feel the fury rolling off Sirius as they wove through the Snakes’ defense, shooting again and again to no avail. Frustration built up in every nerve—he was worried about the win, of course, but mostly he was pissed. Pissed at Snape, pissed at James for pushing him, and pissed at Sirius for butting into the fight.

Remus scored a final goal just as the buzzer sounded. Hissing filled the stadium, even though it was a home game. Snape smirked at him as he skated past and the only thing keeping him from dragging him right back in by his greasy hair was the possible suspension.

The shower was cold, because of course the fucking shower was cold. Remus shoved his stuff in his duffel and waited outside the locker room, silently fist bumping the guys as they left. God, he hated losing games. It was inevitable, but it always felt shitty.

“How’s the lip?” Sirius asked when he finally came out, bag slung over his shoulder.

“Fine. What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?”

“You butted into my fight. Nobody asked you to.”

Sirius’ eyebrows rose. “Re, he called you—”

“Yeah, I know what he called me,” Remus snapped, practically slamming the door to the parking lot closed. “I was there.”

The only reason you’re on this team is because you’re the captain’s whore, Snape had sneered. He bit the inside of his cheek as his anger flared at the memory. “I was just trying to help,” Sirius grumbled.

“Well, you didn’t. You proved his fucking point.”

“I didn’t prove shit!” Sirius scoffed as they got in the car. Immediately, Remus felt claustrophobic.

“I had it handled, Sirius!”

“You’re still bleeding!”

Remus ran his tongue along his lip—sure enough, the salty tang of blood filled his mouth. He swore under his breath and held his sleeve to his lip; his cheekbone throbbed and he knew it would be swollen in mere hours.

“Here.”

“I don’t need that.”

“You’d rather stain your sleeve than accept a tissue from me?”

“It’s a black sweatshirt, it’s fine.” Sirius muttered something. “Care to share with the class?”

Sirius sighed as he turned off the freeway. “I said it was your idea to keep these here in the first place. I don’t know why you’re being all pissy with me. We’ve lost games before.”

“I’m pissed because you don’t think I can handle myself in a fight.”

Sirius took his eyes off the road for a half second in shock. “Excuse me? Why do you think that?”

“I just told you!” Remus said, exasperated. “Snape was being a dick, so I punched him. I didn’t need your hero complex to swoop in and save the day.”

“Re, I didn’t even get a hand on him. Pots—”

“Oh, I’m pissed at him as well,” Remus snorted, staring out the passenger window at the blurry lights against the dark. “If someone calls me a whore, I’d rather get the message across that they can’t do it again.”

“Would you rather have gotten a penalty?”

“Yes.”

“That is unbelievably selfish.”

Remus laughed without humor. “Y’know, it’s really funny that you’ve never had this conversation with Logan, the king of the penalty box. Is it because he’s not a delicate flower like me?”

“Wh—” Sirius clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Remus. I have never seen you as a—a delicate flower. For your information, I have chewed Logan out on multiple occasions.”

Remus gritted his teeth and trained his gaze firmly out the window. He heard Sirius sigh next to him and it took every ounce of willpower to keep his composure. The next ten minutes were dead silent and deeply uncomfortable, which was a rarity with them; even after losses, they would talk through the errors or try to lighten the mood.

Both of them closed their doors a little harder than necessary when they got to the house and Hattie trotted over hesitantly when they came inside. “Hey, Hatters,” Remus murmured, crouching down to her level and holding a hand out. She licked his cheek and let him bury his face in her thick fur—Sirius scratched her ears as he walked past. “Did you have a good time while we were out? Huh, baby girl?” He looked up and saw the tail end of Sirius’ eye roll. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Sirius, it doesn’t work. I’m giving the dog a hug because I’m still pissed at you.”

“There is literally no good reason for you to be pissed at me!” Sirius finally said, tossing his keys into the bowl by the door. “Holy shit, Re, I don’t even think you’re mad at me!”

“Oh, yeah? Then who am I mad at, oh great and wise captain?” Remus practically spat, shouldering past him into the kitchen and wrenching a cabinet open. “Please enlighten me.”

“I wish I knew!”

Remus slammed the bread down on the counter and glared at him. “Then maybe you should shut the fuck up if you don’t have anything to support your claim.”

“Acting like this is a goddamn debate club isn’t helping. Your lip is bleeding again.”

“Fuck.” Remus ripped a paper towel off the roll and dampened it, holding it to his lip with a wince. Sirius opened the freezer and dug around for a moment with another paper towel. “I don’t remember you getting hit.”

“This is for you, you stubborn fucker,” Sirius said as he walked over and pressed it gently to the side of Remus’ face. “Better?”

“…a bit.”

The tension on Sirius’ face began to fade; he just looked concerned as he pulled the ice away and checked the bruise. “Your eye might swell.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you actually want to talk now, or should we yell a little more?”

Remus sighed and felt his anger abate. He was beyond exhausted, and still upset, but having Sirius nearby was like balm on a burn. “I don’t know.”

“I’m going to make some sandwiches. Hold this.” Sirius tapped the ice towel and moved to the abandoned loaf, grabbing some peanut butter and jelly as he went.

“I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat something.”

“I’m fine.”

Sirius glanced over his shoulder and gave him a look. “I know you, Re. You’re not going to feel better unless you get some food, and neither will I.”

“I hate it when you’re reasonable.”

“No, you don’t.”

Remus’ lack of response was enough of an answer. The pain stretched to his forehead and he grimaced, prodding his lip cautiously. Sirius whistled for Hattie and spread the leftover peanut butter from the knife onto a clean spoon, holding it down for her to lick. A smile tugged the corner of Remus’ mouth. “Cute.”

“I can be cute on occasion.”

“You’re always cute.” There was a beat of quiet. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re forgiven. I’m sorry for yelling.”

“Not for interrupting the fight?”

“Nope.”

“That’s fair.” Something tickled at the back of Remus’ throat. “I fucking hate Snape.”

“Me, too.”

“Surprisingly enough, it feels pretty shitty to be called a whore. Who would’ve thought?”

Sirius turned and faced him, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His eyes were soft. “You know that’s not true, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Remus. What he said wasn’t true. You have nothing to prove to anyone on the team, least of all to me. You earned that spot on the roster fair and square, and Snape’s just freaked out because there’s another player who could grind him into the dust without breaking a sweat.” He stepped closer and leaned on the counter next to Remus, leaving a few inches between them. “I don’t think you’re a whore, if that means anything.”

Remus laughed softly. “Of all the people out there, I think you’re the only one who could reliably make that assumption.”

Sirius didn’t smile. “You’re my best friend and also my fiancé. The sex is a great bonus, but my favorite part of being with you is just being with you.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Remus muttered, though the sharp edges began to smooth in his gut. He closed the distance between them and laid his head on Sirius’ shoulder. “Love you.”

“I love you, too. Can I take a look at your lip?”

“Sure.” Remus peeled the towel away and Sirius bent slightly, poking the area around it. “Ouch.”

“That’ll probably take a week or so to heal. He got you good.”

Remus pouted. “No kisses for a week?”

Sirius did laugh that time, bright and sunny enough that Remus nearly made his lip bleed again with the answering smile. “I said nothing about no kisses.” Warm lips trailed from his unbruised cheekbone to the edge of his mouth, leaving tiny tingles in their wake.

“I really am sorry about what I said. You were right, I wasn’t angry with you, and I had no right to go off like that.”

Sirius shrugged. “It happens.”

“It shouldn’t.”

“Then let’s agree to talk first, bite heads off later, okay?” He held his pinky out and Remus linked it with his own, kissing it quickly.

“Deal. Are the sandwiches done? I’m starving.”

Wordlessly, Sirius handed him a sandwich and hopped up to sit on the counter, scooting over to make room for Remus to join him. They ate quietly, swinging their legs as the calmness of the kitchen crept back in once more.

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mousedetective · 2 years

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Would you be willing to do all of the salty questions with bbc sherlock? 👀 (if not then 3 and 7)

What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?* I’m not really sure why people ship Holmescest? To each their own, but I don’t get it.

Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?* Jlock, and even that’s with a more fanon John.

Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion? Oh yeah. I’m anti-TJLC (but not anti Jlock) and I’ve been followed by some TJLC-positive blogs so sometimes, depending on how rabid they are, I block them.

Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?* I’m not super into Jlock, because I write it for friends, but I don’t ship it myself (for BBC Sherlock only...I’m an avid Granada/Ritchie Holmes Jlock shipper)

Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?* The fandom for BBC Sherlock definitely ruined Jlock for me a lot. That’s why all my Jlock fic is AU.

Has fandom ever made you enjoy a pairing you previously hated?* Yes! I wasn’t a Mystrade shipper at the start and was rather annoyed by another slash ship in the fandom until I read some amazing stuff in the fandom, and now I’m a huge fan of the ship.

Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?* I can still stand it, though not as much, but Mollstrade. Not due to fandom though! Some of the commentary from Rupert Graves skeeved me on the pairing.

Have you received anon hate? What about?* Not so much anon hate, but I mentioned how my son was on the autism spectrum and he was a fan of Benedict’s even after the kerfluffle on stuff he said and someone who was in the Sherlock fandom (and was fairly popular) said I shouldn’t regain custody because I was a shitty parent. I blocked them and took off the dedication for a fic I was going to write for them, but yeah. That stung a lot. But that’s also why I never turn on anon messaging on this blog.

Most disliked character(s)? Why? John Watson. Firstly, I don’t like Martin Freeman much, and secondly, he reminds me way too much of my dad in a bad way.

Most disliked arc? Why? Mary’s death and the aftermath. It was just handled so badly that I still haven’t had the nerve to watch series 4 (I was spoiled to death when it aired and got all the info and meta I needed to write the season without watching it).

Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? I guess Molly? She gets a lot of shit but I adore her. She’s strong and resiliant and caring and just such a good person.

Is there an unpopular arc that you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why? Maybe Tom? I like it because it shows Molly didn’t spend all her time while Sherlock was “dead” moping around. She moved on, even if it was to a thinly disguised clone.

Unpopular opinion about XXX character? @lady-of-the-spirit picked Irene, and I guess my unpopular opinion is that I like her with Sherlock as a ship. Adlock gets so much shit but it’s intriguing.

Unpopular opinion about your fandom? There are so many misogynists in this fandom. I hate that the male characters have fans that are fans at the expense of the female characters and treat the actresses like shit on social media.

Unpopular opinion about the manga/show? I don’t think there should be a fifth season. It ended at a good spot to let people continue the stories in fic.

If you could change anything in the show, what would you change? Mary would have lived.

Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…I think I would have started the Eurus arc earlier, around series 3? After they got done with Moriarty, they should have started planting seeds for Eurus instead of dropping her on us the way they did.

Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased? According the the fandom, yes. But in my opinion? Much more fun to be a multi-shipper, so the fact I don’t ship the big OTP doesn’t mean anything other than I like to spread myself around and have more couples in my sandbox.

What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom? See the misogyny answer above.

What is the purest ship in the fandom? I don’t think this fandom really has any. Maybe that’s a bad thing, maybe not.

What are your thoughts on crack ships? Love ‘em. My OTP is a Star Trek AOS crossover (McMolly, or Leonard McCoy/Molly Hooper).

Popular character you hate? John Watson

Unpopular character you love? Sally Donovan

Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not? Honestly, this is one of those shows where I think others have done it better (I happen to also be a huge fan of Elementary), but I would recommend the show for some fine examples of acting on Benedict Cumberbatch and other’s parts and just tell people to avoid the fandom.

How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX? I wouldn’t change the ending at all. It ended in a really good way after the Eurus stuff.

Most shippable character? Molly Hooper

Least shippable character? Philip Anderson

Salty Ask List

#sherlock #my thoughts #answering asks

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northcarolinanative · 4 years

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𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐊𝐢𝐝

Requested by Anon from this prompt list: OMG I love your "Lighthouse" imagine so much!! Can you do #30 and #31 with JJ?

#30 “It’s your turn to make dinner.”/ #31 “They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”

A/N: Hi Idk if this is exactly what you wanted, I also changed the wording of the prompt a Lil bit because it fit better and was more natural. This was so hard because I have ZERO ideas on how to write JJ as any form of a da, so coming up with a scenario to fit these in was hard. (JJ needs a lot of work before he’s ready to be a dad tbh) ALSO isn’t REALLY edited so sorry for that… I kina don’t like it but I REALLY hope you all enjoy it As always my Asks/requests/messages are open! So let me know what you think :)

It was a typical day for me, babysitting my sister’s kid. It was a small price to pay for letting me stay, rent-free in her home. I was new to Kildare Island, a fresh start was incredibly necessary after some less than pleasant rumors of me had spread around my previous high school. My parents thought that it might be best that I give myself a change of scenery. What better to help my mental health than distance and salty air right? Her daughter had grown comfortable around me, which made watching them much simpler.

I did get some free time on Fridays or the weekend when my brother-in-law or my sister were off work. It allowed me to make friends with a group of surfers that I met on the beach one afternoon. They called themselves ‘the pogues’, telling me all about the rivalry that controlled the island, to which I rolled my eyes laughing. JJ scolded me, “It’s very serious y/n.” The beach meetups turned into us hanging out by a fire in John B’s backyard, boneyard parties, and long Saturdays stretched on the HMS Pogue with a cold beer.

I loved all the pogues, but the relationship between JJ and I always seem to be different. We shared a few knowing glances that turned into lingering touches or two of us almost always engaging in sexually charged jokes when we were on the boat. We spent the most time together outside of the group, meeting up for ‘private surf lessons’ or a bite of food at the Wreck to surprise Kie. I had yet to tell any of them why I was in the Outer Banks other than shrugging and vaguely replying with “Something different.” Pope always joked saying that I was a mystery girl with a troubled past. While he was partially right, I feel like in all their minds it was much more theatrical than the truth.

I was bouncing Luna, my sister’s daughter, on my hip as I waited for her food to be heated up. My phone rang on the counter, making me jump at the noise. I glanced at the goofy picture if JJ smiling. He had taken it himself at a boneyard party after a few too many tequila shots. I swiped my finger over the answer button and held it to my ear.

“Hello Maybank, what’s up?” I said, the smile evident in my voice.

“I was thinking we could have dinner together tonight?” He asked over the phone. “John B and Pope have some college things to work on and Kie is working with her dad.” He stated, letting me know that it was just going to be us.

“Well, it is your turn to cook dinner.” I joked. We went back and forth, one of us getting or making the food for our time spent together, mostly it was when my family went out of town or were having their own beach days. “And I am rather exhausted” I laughed, hearing JJ sigh on the other end of the phone.

“How about I just grab a pizza and head over to your place?” He posed the question. It wasn’t that I didn’t want JJ to come over. I missed my friends since I had last seen them. My sister had always said as long as I was watching the kids she didn’t mind that I had a few visitors during the day, but I felt like it would be taking advantage of her generosity.

“You wanna come here, to my house?” I finally responded, my voice higher than normal.

JJ’s tone shifted immediately. “I mean I thought so, You aren’t embarrassed by me are you?” He was trying to play his question off as a joke with the awkward laugh he let out following it, but I could hear the slight hurt behind it.

“No. No.” I said quickly trying to do damage control. “I just gotta clean up a little is all,” I spoke, but mentally facepalmed at my choice of excuse.

“Be there in 20?” JJ asked

“Sounds good to me, I’ll leave the door unlocked.” With that our phone conversation was over. I set Luna down in her high chair letting her play with her toys as I did clean up the day’s mess around the kitchen and living room. I also sent a quick text to my sister letting her know that we were having a visitor.

I was wiping down the kitchen as JJ made his entrance known. “So I’m thinking we down this pizza while we watch-” He boomed, stopping when his eyes landed on Luna. He froze and his eyes went wide as he looked between me and the young child in the high chair. It took everything in me not to burst out laughing at the scene unfolding in front of me.

JJ took a stutter step back. “Is she-” He started but quickly changed his statement. “I- I didn’t know you had a kid.” He let out a deep breath.

It was at that point that I began laughing. JJ laughed a little too but it was obviously an awkward and confused laugh. “That’s because I don’t.” I saw the look of relief wash over his face and his normal bright smile settle onto his face. “This,” I walked over to Luna, rubbing the top of her head comfortingly, “is Luna, she’s my niece. I watch her during the week while her parents are at work.”

“That makes so much sense.” He said walking over to the table and setting down the box of pizza. I followed JJ and getting out plates and napkins.

“It’s good to know where you stand with kids though.” I laughed.

“It was a surprise.” He joked back. “Look it’s not your kid, so lay off okay. I feel terrible about my freak out, I was just surprised.” He said voice getting serious with his remorse.

I almost felt bad, for continuing joking with him, but not enough to stop. We began divvying up pizza slices. I place mine to the side and began cutting Lunas into small bite-sized pieces. “Surprised?” I asked JJ, “You don’t think I’m mother material?” My tone still light as I did and awkward motion referencing to myself, causing JJ to laugh. Seeing his smile made me feel better about the awkward situation.

“I mean you are the ‘mystery girl’” He referenced using air quotes. “So I didn’t know if that might have been why you were running from home. I was gonna hand it to you though, I was gonna say you hid it awfully well.” He said, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his neck. “I was also going to tell you that you didn’t have to hide things from me because you can trust me.”

I snapped my head up toward JJ as he finished his sentence. The stupid smile on my face probably said it all. I let an “Awe JJ” fall from my mouth as I took in his words and pulled him into a crushing hug. He let his arms wrap around me as one hand rested on the back of my head comfortingly. My head was laid on his chest throughout the hug, meaning could hear his still racing heartbeat and smiled to myself, knowing that I had that effect on JJ.

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jimlingss · 4 years

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Thank you, everyone, for your words of encouragement. In this short amount of time, I’ve been absolutely overwhelmed with messages of support. I want to reassure you all that I’m by no means as hurt as some of you think, or at least not after so much kindness. I’ve always encouraged all kinds of feedback!! From compliments to constructive criticism. And I’m (supposedly) an Adult™, so I can definitely take someone’s opinion.

Regardless, thank you to everyone who reached out to me. I want to respond to each and everyone of you under this post so I don’t flood other people’s dashes.

Anonymous said: about the anon who said your fics lack emotion, hmm i wouldn't quite agree tbh, i remember reading tears of a villian and deadass crying, it hurt me so much!! also, in "fall in hatred" their feeling are so well portrayed and i could understand why they acted a certain way! to conlclude, there is always some space for constructive criticism but your stories, are to me, something very attentively built and created, it's apparent that you completely enjoy writing, I can feel your enthusiasm!!

--to that anon; pls don't get this wrong way but it's just the way I see it and I've read quite a lot till now

nah deadass crying isn’t good enough anymore, anon. You have to be keening and violently sobbing until you’re brought into the ER for my fics to be considered to have emotion. lol I’m only kidding, thank you for the message.

peachiest-hun said: To that anon who said your work lacked emotions, I beg to differ! I have read Jungle Park so many times I know at exactly which chapter when the heavy angst starts happening and I read those parts when I just want to have a good cry (I still cry every. single. time)! Also Head Over Heels to Hell, The Colour of Our Voices, Love So Shallow (because I so relate with OC), and many more have given me the FEELS (happy and sad ones). 1/2

So what I'm trying to say is that Jimlingss is doing a great job in her craft. She does deliver emotions in her work and the reason I love it so much is that it's SUBTLE and not completely in your face. Sometimes emotions that are subtle and they hit you slowly, but powerfully it hurts even more for me. On another note, I'm loving Sugar and Coffee. In times of darkness which are often these days, I have something to look forward to every week to keep me motivated. So thank you Jimlinggs! 2./2

Istg Jungle Park is one of the most unexpectedly beloved fics on my blog but I love it hahaha I can’t believe you’ve read it to the point of knowing what chapter is what though. that’s an honour. There’s definitely stories of mine that are less subtle than others, but I’m glad that you enjoy the latter of them too :’) Thank you.

Anonymous said: This is my first time ever leaving a message on someone’s tumblr, but I just felt that I HAD to after reading that anon’s comment about your stories lacking emotion. I wholly disagree (in the nicest way possible, not throwing any shade at anyone). I’ve read all of your fics (for the past two years) and I look forward to when you release new material (the highlight of my Mondays right now after I come home from working at a clinic). Your stories have really lifted my mood during this pandemics an

Anonymous said: Sorry for that long tangent. Don’t even know if I made sense. You don’t have to respond to any of this, but you deserve to hear some positive words as well.

Oh my god. Did I just take your tumblr-message virginity? asdfghjkl I’m kidding. but thank you for reaching out to me. I can’t believe you’ve been around for such a long time and that I’m a part of your Monday routine :’)

Anonymous said: OK that ask about "constructive criticism" was def imo RUDE. You don't just anonymously go into someone's asks and bluntly tell an author that their fics "lack emotion". That is not the way to encourage someone to improve and continue to work hard. That's just flat out mean. That person clearly doesn't care about your feelings or the fact that you write and share your stories for FREE for us to enjoy. I love your stories and appreciate what you've shared with us. Thank you for your hard work ❤️

I like to give the benefit of the doubt to anons and anyone sending me a message online in general. God knows there were times I meant well but it was received wrongly. But anyway, my mind was more boggled than I was hurt, that’s one thing for sure.

joonie-mono said: + it was called love so shallow which genuinely made me see myself in a character, but my point was that your writing has a specific feel to it, it's made me laugh and cry (His Name personally killed me :] ) and that's my opinion. You and your writing are amazing and I'm sorry but that anon was just so wrong.

oof bringing out the evidence. be my attorney please.

Anonymous said: As someone who has read your entire masterlist (and going through it again) i will have to wholeheartedly disagree with that anon. The way you portray SO many emotions in your fics is *chefs kiss* and I honestly thought that the ones that “lack emotion” were meant to be that way, with an open ending, the idea that their love just started, soo.... yeah, I’ll have to disagree.

There are definitely stories of mine that are a bit looser on romance. Such as Kitchen Romance, The President’s Son, The Heiress’ Son, Arcadia, etc. But I have a loooot of fics that are quite emphasized in either despair/sadness or cute fluff.

ladyartemesia said: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I am here to disrespectfully disagree with anon who probably doesn’t write effing ANYTHING and has no idea what it takes to produce the content you do. I have followed for months and I’m still not through your masterlist BECAUSE reading your stories is a bloomin EMOTIONAL EVENT. When I read Brass and Strings, I LOST A WHOLE DAY. Like I was so into it, my DAY was gone. Anon is prolly salty there isn’t more smut I guess. That’s whatever for them. (Part 1)

It’s subtle, deep, meaningful, and incredible and you’re one of my favorite authors. I can’t FOR A SECOND let that comment go cause it’s RIDICULOUS. You’re literally so gifted. You don’t need to change a thing. Every artist, no matter their medium, should continue to improve. So in that sense I wish you all the growth in the world as you work towards the perfection of your craft. BUT SERIOUSLY you’re an incredible writer. That anon is loony. I’m so sorry you had to even read those crazy words.

As I answer these messages, it’s starting to feel like I’m the third party mediator of a dispute and all y’all are just HAMMERING it to this anon, LOL. I’m not sure if the anon is necessarily requesting for more smut but if they are, they might be happy this Friday (*COUGH spoiler for those actually reading my responses)

Anyway, you’re too kind. thank you. I am definitely not as hurt as I was earlier.

((and tbh you’re hilarious, you’re actually making me laugh irl))

krystle1990 said: Woah!! Ok first that Anon is absolutely crazy. I literally stalk your page for new work being put out! I probably blow up your notifications daily. I've never been disappointed in any of your work. You always give a heads up if it will take time for the characters to realize their feelings which I absolutely love. It always leaves me ready for the next part and I am glued to my phone with every update. You're amazing and I can't wait to see how you grow with your work. 💜😘

ASDFGHJKL PLEASEEE if it’s someone who’s worried about blowing up notifications, it’s me. To those who have notifications on I sincerely can’t fathom how often I blow up people’s phones. I digress, I always give out warnings to keep people patient since I know slow burn can be excruciating haha thank you for the message.

kigurumu said: Also just want to add that saying you have good intentions or "don't mean to be mean" does not cancel out whatever offensive thing you just said. IT WILL STILL RUDE. Not saying all negative feedback is bad. Criticism can be hard to take no matter how it's phrased, but telling a writer to be more like another writer is like telling them their style isn't good enough which is NOT helpful. Your writing is your own. If the anon wants to read fics that are like gukyi's, they can read gukyi's fics 🙄

Also I've been waiting until Sugar and Coffee is done so I can binge it all at once but avoiding spoilers from all the asks is so hard haha! I keep seeing all these good things about it and I'm SO tempted to just read it now but I've already waited this long so I don't wanna give up kfnrjrofvjskdh guess I'll reread your other fics in the meantime

The message was fine on its own but I think dragging in another writer at the end was definitely not ok. When will comparing writers end. But regardless, gukyi and I are cool with one another - i mean we wrote 100k together so it’s gonna have to take a reverse Zuko arc for us to be on bad terms lol

Anyway, oooh you’re one of those bingers. Can’t say I blame you cause I love binging myself, so it’s understandable for readers to wait till the series is over. and since you were so kind in following up your original message with two more and expressing so much appreciation for me :’), I’ll let you know that the finale of Sugar and Coffee will be posted by July 20th! by then, the entire series will be completed.

Anonymous said: Tbh i think that neither you nor that anon is wrong. Some people like it more romanticised and cheesy, some people dont. I believe that your stories are more on the realistic side of life. People (whom your characters represent) cant always be cheesy and passionate for love, there are other things in life! Maybe you're just the type who's too realistic for any hopeless romantic things like i am and it's fine. Not all writers can write dramatic romance

Tbh, I agree. It’s a matter of opinion and there’s no one wrong in the fight of opinions. As I’ve said many times on my blog, the cringe factor varies between person to person. What someone might think is fluffy is absolutely cringey to another. What someone might think is a good amount of fluff is not enough for someone else. I’ve written a lot. And I’ve made sure to add lots of variations between the amount of romance in my stories. Indeed, some are definitely more subtle and “realistic” while others are completely cheesy and makes me gag from the amount of sugar in it lol I just think the anon should take a look at more of my stories before coming up with such a conclusive opinion.

Anonymous said: I’ve been reading your fics for over a year now and religiously follow updates every week. Why? Because they make me feel something whether it be joy from fluff or grief from angst. I’ll remember a story of yours months after I first read it and return to it just to feel those emotions again. I understand that emotional responses are usually subjective but I think that anon needs to read your works again, because they sure are missing out.

I replied to that anon that they should check out more of my fics and then come back to tell me if they haven’t changed their minds, so I don’t know if they’re missing out or not lol

I don’t expect my stories to elicit emotional responses or fanatic feedback for everyone. God knows there’s been other people’s writing styles that just didn’t resonate with me no matter how hard I tried to read their stories. But all I ask is that people try. It’s fine if you give up halfway but at least try reading. That’s fair to ask, right?

#Anonymous #peachiest-hun #joonie-mono #ladyartemesia #krystle1990 #kigurumu

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starkerisendgame · 5 years

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Yo. I’m a sucker for jealous tony. But like, I also love tony being relentlessly hit on by an ex and tony just shutting her the fuck down™️ and peter calming him down and ugh I just... like tony being like “I’m in a relationship you psycho” and peter being like “Tony it’s fine I can take it” and tony being like “no it’s not you are a great person and you deserve the whole ass world and I won’t let bitch face over here belittle you like that as if I’m not hopelessly in love with you”

I hope I did you proud, Anon! Thank you so much for the request

If there was one thing that Tony enjoyed, it was spoiling his boy. From $400 champagne to luxury bathing products. From letting him steal a hoodie to buying him the whole spring collection. The one thing he enjoyed probably the best, however, was introducing Peter to new, fancier foods.

As a typical teenage and as someone who wasn’t exactly rolling in money, Peter’s diet was almost entirely sandwiches, ramen and energy drinks. Tony had been appalled when he’d looked through Peter’s cupboards, handling the packets of various ramen flavours as though they were biohazards.

It had spiralled from there. Tony would take Peter to restaurants, to tastings. Would bring him home little taster dishes, hand-feeding Peter and watching his pupils blow, the way he drooled a little over certain explosions of flavour. Tony relished in the way Peter ate exotic fruits dipped in chocolate. How he could be easily bribed with fine sushi.

It had led them to here, sitting at their reserved table at The Rose and Ivy, one of the most luxurious, elite dining establishments in Malibu. They served a luxurious lobster tail that Tony was sure Peter would probably cream his pants for. Red wine he knew would stain the boy’s lips and coat his tongue on the way down. A cheesecake Peter might actually leave him for.

Peter was talking, animated but soft in the general hush of the place, Tony ridiculously endeared as he listened to Peter talk about how he and MJ had done this amazing art piece on feminism for their art class. Tony was ensnared, gazing at the way the soft, golden lighting cast a glow on his cheekbones when Peter’s voice faltered slightly, gaze sliding quizzically up and over Tony’s head.

“Tony Stark” came from behind him, a shrill voice that was distantly familiar. Tony’s brows climbed upwards, tilting his head slowly as he turned around in his seat. Approaching was a tall, leggy red-head. He had a set jaw and lips a little too obviously enhanced. She had changed, but he knew her well enough.

“Delilah Martin” he responded evenly, stretching a leg to nudge Peter’s gently. He could sense the returning smile, ever delighted at Tony’s attention. He could tell the boy was curious, leaning forwards as the woman continued to approach, stopping only when she was practically pressing her hips against his shoulder.

“It’s been a long time since you’ve gone prowling in these streets” she greeted, a coy smile on her lips. Tony scoffed lightly but kept a pleasant smile on his lips, having to tip his head back to look up at her. She wasn’t wearing as much makeup as she used to, and she now had crowsfeet at the edges of her eyes, but she hadn’t changed much.

“I wasn’t aware dinner was classed as prowling, these days” he responded with disinterest, glancing across at Peter, who didn’t seem to be put out by this situation. Delilah followed his gaze, her smile turning easy and light.

“Awh, how sweet. He’s adorable. Yours?” She asked, a brow cocking. Peter’s cheeks immediately flushed, a gentle kiss of red that Tony knew crept down to his collarbones. He ducked his head sweetly, seemingly un-bothered that their romantic dinner had been interrupted.

“Mm. Mine” he remarked, allowing just a breath of possessive energy to lilt his tone. The blush deepend and he watched it with a dark gaze, felt the urge to lick his way across it. He wasn’t necessarily a jealous man. But he certainly enjoyed having things as his. Peter was giving him that look, shocked and sweet but under his lashes, like he knew what Tony was thinking of doing.

“You always were the Daddy type” she smirked, turning her attention back to Tony. She said it with a slight husk, almost a purr. Except it did nothing for him, not when it wasn’t coming from the mouth across the table from them. At the comment, Peter sniffed delicately, raised his glass of virgin cocktail and sipped.

“Peter does seem to think so” he drawled back, letting his dark gaze remain steady on his boy. Peter’s hand were shaking as he set his drink down, furiously avoiding looking anywhere in Tony’s direction. It made his lazy smirk grow, only slightly dampened when he realised that Delilah was still there.

“No hot date to get to?” He prompted, doing his best to keep his tone polite as he gave her a pointed look. She gave a throaty chuckle, as though the idea was absurd. She pointed off across the room, instead.

“Oh, just a dinner with Verity. Some down time, yes? Life can be so stressful. We all need to find our ways to relax. Let loose” she responded, reaching up a hand to comb through her hair. When she dropped it, it landed on his shoulder, squeezed gently. Tony intercepted before she could continue.

“Mm, well. If you don’t mind, I’m entertaining my letting loose” He shot back, turning away from her. It knocked her hand from his shoulder, but she didn’t seem affronted, her gaze sliding briefly up to Peter. The boy squirmed, as though suddenly re-aware of the fact he was still sloppy, still loose from their lazy morning in bed.

And the shower. And the kitchen counter.

“It’s good to see you back around, Tony. Almost like the good days” she stated after a pause, the implication deep in her words. Tony contemplated how many levels of Hell he would travel if he tripped her on her way past, but he behaved, resolutely not looking at her as she turned away and moved past the table, heading to her own.

“An old friend?” Peter piped up after a moment, looking at him demurely over the rim of his glass. Tony shifted, slid his knee along the inside of Peter’s thigh slowly, heavily. Peter’s head dipped slightly, his exhale soft in the space between them. Tony had never lied to Peter, and he would not start now.

“I dated her, for a while. A year or so, I believe. I didn’t particularly love her, but she was out-going and attractive and wasn’t overly demanding of my money” he answered honestly, watched the thoughts and information turn over in Peter’s head. Peter wasn’t particularly jealous, either. He had the odd moment of petulance when an old article resurfaced or whenever Tony displayed just how much more experience he had, but it was never anything more.

“Okay. Thank you for telling me” Peter responded simply, dropping a hand below the table to gently skate his fingers over Tony’s knee reassuringly. Tony allowed a warm smile. This was part of why he enjoyed Peter so. He wasn’t one to throw a hissy fit over Tony’s prior companions. He went to respond when a waiter approached, setting down a dome in front of each and whipping away the lids with a flourish.

Peter looked sceptical but also enthusiastic as he picked up his fork, glanced at Tony before he delicately procured a piece, brought it to his mouth. Tony could tell the exact moment the flavor hit him, Peter’s lashes fluttered slightly and his body relaxing as he sighed. A low, content sound. Appeased, Tony begun to devour his own meal. They’re just polishing off the vegetables on the side when the waiter approached again.

“Please pardon the interruption, Sirs. But the woman on 16 wished for me to bring this to you”. He directs the last part at Tony, placing a glass down on the table, stooping, before retreating away. Tony doesn’t need to guess who is sitting at 16. There’s lipstick on the rim of the glass. A clear message.

Pete was watching him, a brow arched. He didn’t seem annoyed or offended, however. In fact, Tony could clearly see the boy was at least a little amused. “That’s a good tactic” Peter whispered, nodding towards the glass. Tony gave a non-committal sound in response. After a moment, he picked the glass up, flagged down a passing waiter, who took it easily.

Dessert arrived not so long after, Tony having trapped one of Peter’s legs between his own, squeezing gently. A promise of later. His attention is completely blindsided when the cheesecake arrives, however. Realistically, he’s not all that offended. The moan is entirely worth it, the smear of cream on his bottom lip.

Tony wants to lick it off.

“Aw. Looks like you got your dessert first” comes from besides them. Tony stabbed his fork down, almost pushing his cake right off his plate in shock. Impossibly, she’s back. Across, Peter looks nonplussed, halfway through chewing. He still doesn’t appear jealous, but more aggrieved, now. She is a persistent disruption to their date.

“Never-mind. You know what they say about first desserts” she smirks, dragging her gaze over him deliberately before moving on. She’s heading for the bathrooms, and Peter gave a soft snort.

“What. The. Fuck” he ground out, jaw setting as he put down his fork. He had half a mind to follow, to really chew her out in a way she wouldn’t enjoy, but Peter’s fingers were around his wrist, firm and grounding. His eyes are big and docile when Tony relented, turning to look at him.

“Hey. Tony. It’s okay. I mean, I can’t blame her. I’d be salty if you ever got away, too” he teased, voice soft and earnest and Tony turned his arm in the grip, held Peter’s wrist gently. God, what he wouldn’t do for this kid.

“She’s unstable” he remarked, slouching back in his seat. Peter’s laugh is delicate, amused.

“I’m serious. This is- Clearly, we are on a date. And she’s in the bathrooms waiting ,for Christ’ sake” Tony scoffed, letting go and picking up his fork. Before him, Peter doesn’t seem as un-nerved, shrugging gently and taking another luxurious bite. The peace is short lived, however. His gaze slides over Tony’s shoulder again and his expression goes pinched.

“Didn’t realise older also meant senile” comes from behind his ear, low where she’s stooped. It took a deep breath for Tony to set his fork down calmly and not stab it into her nearest eyeball.

“Delilah. The only person I would sneak off to a restaurant bathroom to fuck, is Peter. This one. Here. You can see him, right?” He asked, head tilting as he pointed to Peter. The boy froze for a moment before offering a sheepish wave. “Yes, that one. Hi, sweetheart. But I would not, in the rest of this lifetime, fuck you in a bathroom. Or…At all, really” he admitted with a scrunch of his nose.

Besides him, she opened her mouth, but he flapped a hand at her with determination. “Now. Shoo. Please. Now, preferably. Before I-”

“Tony” Peter’s voice is stern but concerned, the boy reaching across the table. His brows are furrowed, a gentle pout on his lips. And oh, how Tony hates her more. Now his baby is upset. “Really. It’s okay”. His voice dropped to a murmur, soothing and low.

“Tony, really? I-”.

Tony sighed, deep and heavy, and pushed to his feet abruptly. Cheesecake be damned. He would bring Peter here another time. As it was, he signalled for the waiter who had taken their coats. Peter was looking up, confused, a little wounded as Tony rounded the table, reaching for him.

“Come on, baby boy. We’re going to leave. Go somewhere we aren’t being interrupted by psychotic exes” Tony announced, uncaring of the attention they had begun to attract. Peter took his hand obligingly, standing. “You deserve better than this” he added, more of a whisper.

She scoffed,obnoxious and offended, pushing past to return to her table. But the mood is already gone, his attempt to woo his boy dashed.

“Tony. We don’t have to leave” Pete whispered back, pressing close as Tony wrapped an arm around his waist, turning to guide him towards the door. He can make up for this. He will. In any way he can.

“No, baby. We’re gonna. Because you deserve more than this. You shouldn’t have to put up with it” he murmured, low against Peter’s ear as they stepped out into the crisp, night air. The steward is already waiting, their coats in hand. The valet is already bringing the car.

“I want you to have the world, my sweetheart. I want you to enjoy peaceful, fancy dinners and to know how much I love and value you”. The steward is holding out Peter’s coat first, and Tony took it, sliding it over Peter’s shoulders and helping him to tuck his arms into the sleeves. He can already hear the Lamborghini.

“I know how much you love me, moron” Peter murmured back, cheeks tinged pink and bashful as he ducked his head, a shy smile curving his lips. Tony ducked his head, kissed his temple fondly, took his own coat.

“I want the world to know it, Peter. I’d shout it from every rooftop. Every skyscraper. I’d broadcast it to the world, if you let me” he continued, tugging Peter closer on the top step. The wind bit their cheeks, tousled Peter’s hair. He pressed his hands against Peter’s spine, closing the space between their bodies.

“You deserve to know that I’m hopelessly, completely gone on you. And you deserve for the world to know it” he reminded him, kissing the tip of Peter’s nose. The boy giggled, swatted him away.

“You’re ridiculous”.

“Why? Because I refuse to allow some random woman from my past to disrespect my lover?” Tony asked, raising a brow as he pulled Peter down the steps, took the keys from his valet. “Or because I would happily shout to the whole city that I love you? Because I’ll do it. Right now!” He announced, letting go of Peter to plant a foot on the bonnet of the car, pushing himself up.

Peter gaped, flailing his arms. “Tony! What are you doing? Christ, get down. Tony!” Except he’s grinning, broad and dopey and Tony knows he doesn’t really care. He moved closer, reaching to grasp Tony’s trousers. So he hopped up onto the roof, cupped his hands over his mouth.

“My name is Tony Stark and I’m in love with Peter Parker!” He shouted, voice whipped by the wind but still loud, still clear. Below him, Peter was a laughing mess, scrabbling to try and pull him down. “This idiot right here is my idiot and I am hopelessly in love with him!” He shouted again, laughing as Peter grasped pant leg, tugged him a little off balance. He ducked, grasped Peter’s arms and hauled the squealing boy up onto the roof besides him, tugged him close so Peter was on his tip-toes, cheeks dark and eyes wild.

“I will give you the world, Peter Parker. If you’d let me” he murmured, still smiling foolishly as Peter reached up, grasped the collar of his coat and pulled him down into a breathless kiss.

Yes. Tony would give him the world. A world that knew he was utterly and irreversibly in love with him.

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echo-of-sounds · 4 years

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I didnt mean to come off as salty and to adress the other anon you act like skinny people dont get body shamed at all. I have been bullied all my life for being "flat", a stick, had kids report me to the school for "having a ED" (which led to anorexia athletica) , told to eat more, then made fun of when I ate more because of my fast metabolism and pressured into sports by my family in hopes that i'd gain a few pounds. Now I realize that I have probably had it a lot easier then someone who is chubbier, I'm not denying that at all, especially with representation in mainstream media. But Fan fiction isn't mainstream, which is great because people can choose what to represent. But almost any time (now or from what I see) any time thighs ass or hips are mentioned it tends to be followed by something along the lines of thicker is better, and Im not saying that all chubby reader fics should be taken down or not continued to be made per requests but if you say something along those lines I feel you should adress the other side too. And I could be completely wrong, as a person I am still learning and growing but that's just how I feel. Also to the writer sorry for starting a debate probably my last message since I can't explain what I would like to see you write 😅✋ enjoy your work though.

I��m sorry you had those experiences. A very close friend of mine used to go through the same things. Sadly, no matter what, people will find something to make fun of others about, especially for girls/women. No one should be bullied or feel ashamed of their body. There’s absolutely no debating that.

That anon never said anything about being bulled. They were only talking about their experiences within fandoms. Which, I will say, is true. I read a lot of those same lines when I was growing up. And you can’t equate someone’s personal experience about fanfiction to getting bullied because they are not the same thing.

I believe I have never said “thicker is better.” But if I have, I am truly sorry. One body type isn’t any better than another. And please never feel like your body isn’t enough. That will never be true.

However, you should also keep in mind that the writers (or at least I am) are chubbier or not the skinniest person out there. Two different friends and I read fanfiction growing up. Our bodies were never once the type described in the pieces. It made it severely hard to relate to. And for years, that’s just what we had to deal with to enjoy fanfiction. Because it was either that, or not read it at all.

Nowadays, us writers want to make content for us and for people like us who haven’t gotten it in the past. We’re choosing to represent ourselves because we found a community and a place that not only accepts it, but encourages it. We’re not snuffing skinny people. We’re not imagining a character only loving chubby or thick readers. We’re not ‘picking’ a chubby reader with stretch marks or a bouncing tummy. That’s just who we are. We want to describe ourselves because we finally can.

And if writers can’t describe themselves in what they write, then they probably won’t enjoy writing that much anymore.

#personal?#asks #anon

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mitchsmarners · 6 years

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BLOOD IN THE WATER

summary: “That’s ridiculous,” Ben said, feeling his hands shake around the pen he was using. The accusation made the back of Ben’s neck break into a sweat though his body had never felt so cold. “We’re not at war.”

Tozier looked up from underneath his messy fringe, a humourless smirk sliding across his face. “You’re a fool if you believe that.”

[or: after the gruesome murder of his younger brother, Bill Denbrough is determined to bring about the end of the string of crimes in Derry no matter the cost. As stories unwind and fall apart, there's only more questions as everybody's lives hang in the balance.]

chapter count: 1/19

chapter warnings: mentions of murder, minor character death

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“You know that taste?” Audra Phillips asked from her place in her boyfriend, Bill Denbrough’s arms. She held the blue plastic bowl of popcorn in front of her face and narrowed her eyes at it. “When it’s like… you can’t decide if it’s sweet or salty?”

Bill tilted his head and closed his arms a little more tightly around his girlfriend. “No, can’t say I’m familiar with that one?”

“It’s literally what this popcorn tastes like!” Audra shook the bowl a little bit and giggled. “They can trick us into believing that it’s real movie theatre taste but this isn’t even close. They didn’t try at all.”

“Baby girl, I know you wanted to go out tonight,” Bill said, heart thrumming in his chest with guilt. He’d have done anything Audra asked of him, so long as he could keep the girl he loved happy and safe. The problem being, of course, that sometimes doing the things she wanted to be happy weren’t going to keep her safe. “It’s just-“

“I know,” Audra patted his stomach and smiled up at him. “With all that’s been happening lately, it’s way better to just stay in. I just wish we had better popcorn.”

Bill chuckled and cuddled Audra closer. Bill Denbrough had lived in Derry, Maine his entire life, and his family had been residents of Derry for many generations. He’d grown up on stories of the town’s legacy- while being small, also being beautiful and a wonderful place to live. When Bill had been thirteen, his father had run for Mayor and won and Bill could barely remember what it had been like before. Their house was large and airy and Bill loved every single room in it. Bill had his father’s political career to thank for the bright, bright future he had ahead of him. His mother would often lightly joke about Zack running for senate someday in the near future, and though Zack always laughed it off, but Bill thought it was a wonderful idea. He knew his father would be wonderful at it.

Derry, though, hadn’t been the same town that it had been when Bill was child though, the past couple of months. There had begun a string murders back in the spring, none too close together, but slowly growing more and more frequent. It had taken three deaths for the police department to come to take it as seriously as people had wished it would. Sheriff Butch Bowers hadn’t believed it the act of the same person until the deaths of Eddie Conchran and his little brother less than a month earlier. Since then, a mandatory 7pm curfew had been implanted on the town for adults and youths a like, and things had seemed calm.

Loud thumps came down the stairs and Bill’s fourteen year old brother, Georgie, came bouncing into the front entrance. “Where are you going?” Bill called out, shifting into a sitting position. Once upon a time, Bill and Georgie had been so closer they’d practically been inseparable. The kind of brothers that parents dreamed of having. Around the time Georgie turned thirteen and started demanding to called “George”, something had changed. It had been nearly a year since then, since Georgie had changed without warning, and it didn’t feel any more normal to Bill. Georgie kept so many secrets now and he was so sarcastic it sometimes gave Bill whiplash. His parents didn’t seem concerned about it, going as far as to say that Bill had been an abnormality in the teenage would and most people could be expected to behave and darken as Georgie was. Didn’t make Bill like it anymore.

“Out.” Georgie said coldly, grabbing his yellow sweater off the coat hanger in the front foyer. Bill sat up fully, Audra twisting at his side to glance nervously between the two brothers.

“There’s a curfew, George.” Bill said, notably deepening his voice in way that resembled his father so greatly that Audra couldn’t deny that she was impressed by it. “You can’t be running around at all hours of the night.”

“Come on, Bill,” Georgie rolled his eyes, shrugging the hoodie over his shoulders. “Nothing had happened in weeks! There’s no reason for the stupid curfew anymore.”

“The reason nothing has happened in weeks in because of the curfew, Georgie.” Bill stood up, crossing his arms angrily. Georgie’s burning desire to disobey as many rules and orders as he possibly could was starting to become a serious issue, even if Bill’s parent didn’t seem to think so. “It’s keeping people safe! Dad authorized the curfew himself and-“

Georgie started flapping his hand in a mimic of his brother talking, and Bill felt the back of his neck grow hot. “You really are just the perfect son, aren’t you?” Georgie laughed with an eye roll as he pocketed his house keys. “Did you ever stop to think that maybe not doing what your mom and dad say is way more fun?”

With that, before Bill could say another word, Georgie was slipping out of the front door and disappearing into the rain. Bill let out an angry huff of breath and dropped back down onto the couch. Audra wrapped her arms around his mid-section. “He’s just going through a phase.” She promised him.

“I know,” Bill sighed sadly. “But if he keeps acting like this, he’s going to get himself killed.”

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Georgie shook his wet bangs out his eyes as the hooded girl stepped out from behind the house. The empty house on Neibolt street was the well known place where North side and the South side of town came to meet. So it was, of course, the perfect place for one Georgie Denbrough, son of proud and prosperous town mayor, to meet up with Janie Tozier, daughter of one of Derry’s most notorious criminals.

Janie didn’t look like the kind of person whose family was rumoured to actually kill people for a living. Not that Georgie believed that, but looking at Janie you wouldn’t expect her to involved in any sort of gang activity. Fourteen years old, and yet to look as though puberty had hit her at all. In the maximum of her height, she still stood underneath Georgie’s chin and wore her hair in two thick brown braids.

“About time!” Janie called out to him, lowering her hood. She smiled out a Georgie and he felt his heart skip inside his chest just a little. Maybe Janie wasn’t his girlfriend, she couldn’t be in a town like this where they were barely allowed to be friends, but she would always be something to him even if the other Denbrough now pretended they had never known the Toziers. His best friend. His sunshine. “I thought you were going bail on you?”

“Bail on you? Why I would never, my darling.” George said and Janie burst out laughing. She stepped forward and linked her fingers in with his.

“Don’t talk like that,” Janie giggled. Georgie stepped forward and smiled down at her. “Soon enough you’re going to be doing those terrible accents like my brother.”

“Better than sounding anything like my brother,” Georgie said, voice dim and almost sad.

Janie frowned at him. “I don’t think you give Bill enough credit. He’s a good guy he’s just a circumstance of his birth.”

“He’s a what?” Georgie laughed, all trace of his previous discontent vanished. “What does that even mean?”

Janie shrugged, grinning slightly. “It’s just something my dad says. I’m pretty sure it’s the nice way of saying his the son of a capitalist bastard.”

“Am I the son of a capitalist bastard, too, then?”

Janie smiled sadly and gave no reply. The pair continued their walk through the South Side with their hands tangled together until the sound of deep, heavy footsteps brought them to a halt. Georgie’s felt as though every hair on his entire body was standing straight up as he turned to see who’d been following them.

“What are you doing here?” Georgie asked them, trying to subtly push Janie behind him. He felt her hand tangle up in the back of his yellow hoodie. His heart felt as though it had been slapped on a frying pan and made into breakfast. “Hello?”

The person smiled and lunged. Georgie didn’t even have a chance to process his fear. The cold rainy night’s peaceful silent was broken off with the sound of Janie Tozier’s screams, cut off abruptly.

#reddie #reddie fic #bill denbrough #audra phillips #it fanfiction #billdra #???#my writing #blood in the water #im sorry there's no reddie in this chap #it will happen again #WELL GUYS HERE SHE IS #MY B A B Y

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shepherdsoreydidnothingwrong · 5 years

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I NEED THAT NUMBER 8 WITH ZAVEIZEN PLEASE !!!!

After one hundred years, I have come to deliver. (I hope this anon is still here, rip. I’m sorry)

8. “We play online games together all the time and you keep flirting with me over chat. Is this a thing or are you just trying to get pocket heals???”

AO3 Link

It starts out simple. Harmless. Innocuous.

They can't get enough people together for a full group that day, and so they just leave competitive mode untouched, opting instead for quickplay. As it all becomes casual and relaxed, Eizen opts for one of his more comfortable heroes. He selects Li Li and settles in to wait, cracking the first of many sodas for the night.

It takes them some discussion back and forth, but Rokurou and Eleanor eventually settle on being the damage, while Velvet takes the tank role.

The first map they find themselves in is Towers of Doom. Their one random is a Varian, which is a safe enough choice. Eizen appreciates it and hopes dearly that he is good at tanking.

Rokurou and Eleanor circle each other on matching mounts as they wait for the match to begin.

The match begins as normal, with a few skirmishes around the altars tilting the favour this way and that. Eizen remains close to the tank, but Eleanor is becoming quite reckless, chasing kills she has no business chasing. A few words from Velvet over voice chat puts her back on the right track, however, and they soon find themselves taking towers at a pace the other team has difficulty matching.

The tank remains close to him at all times, and he appreciates that. It is something he always tries to do when he takes that role, and he finds it a sorely lacking quality in their regular batches of random people who join the team. He also appreciates it when said tank actually thanks him for healing, something which he is wholly unused to.

With a winning team and a map advantage, they find themselves tearing at one of the keep walls together as Eizen keeps an eye on the enemy team on the mini-map. They are scattered, cleaning up invading mercenaries or fighting Velvet and Rokurou in the top lane. They begin to relax in the face of the disorganisation. Then, while they look away, the enemy team suddenly rallies, and begins to close in on the two of them.

Eizen notices it too late, and the Varian (Zavvy, his healthbar reads) is too focused on blocking cannonballs to notice. They end up scrambling to get out, and Eizen curses under his breath.

"Can you walk out?" Velvet asks, even as they both give up hope on it. The enemy Dehaka is dragging their Varian towards the keep, while the Butcher blocks Eizen from leaving.

Eizen considers what his options are (though they are few) and decides to try to salvage what he can. He turns and activates his ultimate ability.

It works. Once Dehaka lets go, Varian parries a few cannon balls and begins to walk towards Eizen, whose healing is now keeping them both alive. It all happens very quickly. The Butcher and enemy Jaina begin to attack, and Varian dives for the latter.

They make it out, but only barely. Eizen clutch heals the Varian out of the confrontation. Stressed and tense, he walks him out as though on an afternoon stroll. The enemy team follows, but now Varian's cooldown is over, and he can parry their attacks completely for a second or so. This lends them enough time to get back behind the walls of their side and continue to where it is safe to hearth.

"Close one," Eizen mutters into the microphone on his headset. Then a little message appears on his screen. It is posted in the team text channel, and it reads "Thx

At first he wonders whether the heart makes it sarcastic, but there is no reason for the guy to be annoyed about what just happened. Then he hears Eleanor over voice chat.

"Aw, he sent a heart. I like him."

Rokurou chimes in.

"That's the least salty bit of chat I've seen in days. Let's keep him and see if he does it again."

Eizen considers the message. Then, as Li Li runs on autopilot back to the middle lane, he opens up the chat window.

"Np," he writes and presses send. Rokurou chuckles in his ears.

"Did you make a friend?"

Eizen rolls his eyes, but there is a smirk on his face.

"Eyes on the lane, Junior."

They win that match by virtue of Rokurou sneaking into the enemy core in the middle of a skirmish at their own. It's a close call, but they make it.

Zavvy gets the MVP title, and immediately the message comes.

"10/10 would have my ass saved again."

Eizen stares at it for some time before he skips out of the awards screen.

Velvet adds the newcomer to the party at Rokurou and Eleanor's request, and they find themselves once more a full team.

At the character choice, Eizen suddenly becomes unsure.

"Velvet, what do you need?" he asks. Velvet hums over the audio.

"I'm in an assassin kind of mood, so if you don't mind, either tank or healer," she says. There is some typing on the other end and a message appears in the group text chat.

"Hey, Zavvy," she writes, "You down for more tanking? Or should someone else?"

They wait a few seconds, after which a new message appears.

"I'm down :) Don't mind staying with the middle lane."

That means remaining with the healer, which presumably in this case ends up being Eizen. He wonders whether that has anything to do with it. He was unusually affectionate in the text chat.

Velvet writes back, "We'll work around that then. Do you wanna stay Varian or switch?"

"I'm good with Varian," he writes back. "Just be ready to capitalise on some taunts ;)".

"Oh, I like him," Rokurou says, and Eizen rolls his eyes. They select some appropriate assassins and the next match begins.

This time they find themselves in Dagon Shire. They split easily into lanes, and Eizen zooms in to get a better look at the Varian.

Zavvy has dressed him in the red king's armour, with the helmet shaped like a lion. It would look impressive if he was not riding a Special Snowflake mount. As it is, he looks very festive, and Eizen smiles at the sight.

"Nice setup, Varian," he writes and presses send.

Zavvy writes back immediately. "Thanks. It's camouflage."

Eizen stares at the message. He stares at the little Varian, who sticks out like sore thumb. At last, he writes, "No?"

The reply comes quickly. Eizen rolls his eyes so hard he almost misses the cue to exit the base.

"Then explain why I become instantly invisible in every patch of grass ;)".

Rokurou laughs. Velvet makes a disapproving sound. Eizen sighs.

They win that match too, but not by virtue of Eizen saving Zavvy the whole time. He cannot in good conscience let such bad humour slide.

Over time, Zavvy becomes something of a regular in their group. It comes by virtue of Rokurou friending him and suggesting him every time he is online. Eizen would be amused if it was not so annoying every time he plays the role of the healer.

He picks Morales, Zavvy picks Varian. Eizen picks Tyrande, Zavvy picks Jaina, and they make a good team. It is just a little annoying when Zavvy insists on putting himself in front of every attack headed Eizen's way even when it will surely kill Zavvy himself. That is not a good way to go about protecting a healer. Especially when Eizen's health was fine as it was even with the attack, will that man just calm down with his heroics?

Eizen considers talking to him about it. He also considers never playing again because this is becoming too much of a headache. He should not be flattered at antics that lose them every third game. It is a team game, not a middle age battlefield.

He keeps picking healers, just to check how consistent this behaviour is. The results frankly astound him.

He is playing alone with Eleanor when the subject comes up out of nowhere, much to his chagrin.

"You wanted to keep him that badly, huh?" he says.

He is playing Butcher today, and the other team has no idea how to properly deal with him. It is a game that is so far more than satisfying. He zeroes in on a Jaina who has been left to her own devices and overextended. He almost feels bad for her.

"I guess so." Eleanor sounds as though she is smiling. "He was a good tank, and you didn't leave him to be skewered, so I'm guessing you like him too. Roku insisted on friending him.

"That so?"

Eleanor is pushing on her own unchecked, and Eizen begins to wonder if they have somehow fallen into the wrong bracket. This is too easy.

"They got to talking, and apparently he's a lot like you," Eleanor says with some amusement in her tone. "Wouldn't shut up about historic linguistics."

Eizen frowns. "Eleanor, I'm an archaeologist."

"And that is not the same how?"

He does not have the energy to explain this. Grudgingly he realises that it does not really matter. It still sounds very interesting a subject to discuss.

"What language was he talking about?"

"Take three guesses."

That means Ancient Tongue. Also known as Eizen's subject of choice. He stubbornly refuses to be intrigued.

"Good for him," he says. When Eleanor laughs over the voice chat, he closes his eyes briefly in annoyance.

His phone lights up momentarily and makes a cheery sound. He glances at the minimap. Sure enough, Eleanor is in motion (meaning she can have her hands off the keyboard for a second or two).

"That's what he looks like," she says. "Roku claims he lives in the area."

"So now I'm being pushed into the saddest form of online dating ever invented?"

"Don't say that. There are far sadder forms."

Eizen tries to keep from it, but his eyes are drawn to the black screen. He is currently dead in the game, and the timer is still on ten seconds. He pushes the home button, and the top part of a face appears on the screen.

Despite what Eizen might think of him, Zavvy looks just striking. His features are sharp, his eyes sharper. A warm shade of amber.

He diverts his eyes back to the monitor and begins to ride to the middle lane. The healer is alone, and keeping to themself, but they might be able to push some together.

"Do you want his number?" Eleanor asks when he says nothing. The silence drags on as he reaches the Morales and they begin to push.

"Do I?" Eizen says, deliberately being difficult. His mouth twitches when he hears her huff.

Suddenly, the mini-map in his peripheral flashes. He looks down and sees a spot of red too close for comfort.

"Eleanor," he says. "Someone has taken out siege camp. Go clear it."

He moves the game camera and sees Murky slip just out of sight. Damn.

They have pushed far enough that anything more would be a risky overextension. He watches the healer go to the bottom lane, and then leaves to go check on the bruiser camp closer to their base. Eleanor hearths and goes to clear the sieging giants. Their random people are still pushing, but he has a bad feeling about it now.

He pings for their damage and healer to retreat, as both are beginning to overextend. There is no reaction. At his location, Murky begins to attack the camp he guards. Right in front of him too, which only makes the bad feeling worse.

"Look, you don't have anyone to talk about all this history with," Eleanor says. She seems less troubled by these developments than he is. "Rokurou has his number. You should call."

Murky is good. Better than he is. Eizen is unsure which is more annoying, this fight or Eleanor.

"I've got a situation right now."

"Fine," she says, "but the offer still stands."

That is all she has time to say before the other team descends on their healer and dps like a flock of locusts. Eizen does not have it in him not to blame Eleanor a little bit.

Zaveid. He learns that his real name is Zaveid. He is unsure which name is worse.

"How well do you know Zaveid?" he asks as soon as Rokurou picks up the phone.

Rokurou snorts on the other end.

"Did he win your little healer heart with his suave ways?"

"He did not," Eizen says, because it's easier to just go along with Rokurou's word choice than argue over it. "But he's cost me enough rating that at this point he deserves a talking to in person."

"Watch the claws, kitty," Rokurou chuckles. "What if I don't wanna tell you now?"

"Do you?" Eizen asks. There is a beat of silence in which Rokurou thinks.

"Fine," he says, "But only because I wanna see where this ends up."

Zaveid picks up on the third ring.

"N'yello," he says. His voice is deep, his tone charming. Eizen wonders about the annoyance he suddenly feels.

"Zaveid?" he asks.

There is a pause on the other end. Then Zaveid says, "Am I in trouble or something?"

"That really depends on how well you defend yourself," he says before he can think it through. Said like that, it just sounds like a bad pick-up line.

Zaveid chuckles. "Well, I've received stranger calls. To whom do I owe the pleasure and what can I defend myself for?"

Eizen opens his mouth to answer him, but then he stops. The words he wanted to say now sound ridiculous in his mind, and he has no backups. He ends up standing there for a long moment, scrambling for something to say. Outwardly, he looks calm, the way he wants to be inwardly.

"I'm Eizen," he says eventually. "I'm the one who has basically gotten a day job healing you."

There is a beat of silence that stretches almost to the same length his own did. Then Zaveid says "Heroes?"

"Yes."

"Really?"

Something is off about Zaveid's voice and Eizen cannot put his finger on it.

"What?" he says. Then Zaveid explains in just a few words, and still somehow they manage not to make any sense.

"I thought you'd be smaller."

Eizen stares out the window in front of him. He blinks.

"What?"

"You," Zaveid says, as though that makes any sense. "I thought you'd be smaller."

It feels absurd to point out the obvious, but evidently here there is a need.

"You can't see me," Eizen says.

"I know," Zaveid says, "but the voice tells me enough. You're bigger than I pictured you."

Slowly, Eizen brings up a hand to rub at his closed eyelids.

"Nevermind that," he says. "At any rate, we need to talk about your idiotic Heroes strategy. I can't keep clutch dragging you out of fights forever."

Something changes about Zaveid's voice, and it is in the direction of amusement. "Is that so?"

"Quite."

"And you needed to talk to me over the phone to do this?"

He bristles. "Yes. You've died enough to actually demote me now."

"Well we can't have that." Zaveid sounds less concerned than he should be. "Say, you sound as though you know a lot about this, and Roku tells me you live nearby. Wanna meet up sometime and tell me in depth what I'm doing wrong? Say, over coffee?"

Eizen opens his mouth. Closes it. He can imagine his sister laughing at him, wherever she is at the moment. It must look odd to the people around her. She never laughs.

"Hellawes Uni campus," he grinds out, because he does want to and pride is a stupid thing. "Wednesday at noon. You're paying."

"I always do on strategy meetings. See you there."

Eizen hangs up before Zaveid can say anything else. Before he can change his mind.

He texts Rokurou, "I am going to kick your ass you later."

The reply comes quickly. "I place all blame on Velvet. Also, you'll need to be more specific."

"For befriending Jack Sparrow," he writes back, and then leaves the phone in the living room to go get some coffee and calm himself down.

#Zaveizen #Eizavie #toz #tales of zestiria #Zaveid #Eizen #Sage practices writing #prompts #Anonymous

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deadinsidedressage · 5 years

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So my snail mail blog has like... almost as many followers as this and all I do is set up a fucking queue of aesthetic photos and post my own outgoing mail; which means my followers don’t interact with me at all--- which means y’all are getting this story because I need... attention?

I started writing penpals off tumblr (and therefore running my blog) over 2 years ago. Three of my very firstly acquired penpals have (had lol) continued writing me this whole time (idk if y’all know about the penpal community on tumblr, but you get a lot of casuals who get too in over their head and fall off. it happens. writing takes time.). Two were very SUPER quick responders & a very loyal! They also ended up becoming penpals with one another because I rec’d them to each other (one was like actively looking for more and the other just writes such short letters that she can handle a big ass volume). Both were also like, not super conversationalists but it was sort of their individual quirks and not like being jerks or anything (Penpal X had a confusing way of responding & Penpal Y just seemed like someone with difficulties communicating with others but was also super sweet). Penpal X started giving me weird vibes--- just really getting too gung-ho with subjects that I knew they weren’t sincerely into and were just like being super fake into it to like... gain favor with me? It was just getting really hard to write letters because I felt like what had once been a genuine penpal relationship had turned into a really odd fake one where the person was just really desperate to make me happy and yikes didn’t like. Anyway, since we’d been writing for 2ish years, I did send Penpal X a “break-up” letter sort of sending best wishes and explaining that I just was really struggling writing letters but had really valued their penship and was perhaps open to writing again in the future (just that I needed time and especially with all the wedding planning/being an adult stuff going on I just needed to curb down my penpal volume anyway). Didn’t block Penpal X on any socials, just wrote the letter and sent it and was chill with answering questions if they DM’d me because I sincerely didn’t wish them any ill will, just couldn’t write them anymore. Never got any messages, Penpal X moved on. Now... then out of nowhere, I get a “return to sender” on a Penpal Y letter. They had just moved so I thought perhaps the address was just wrong and that was the issue (because it did say it was “undeliverable due to address”. Mmkoi. Pop on the tumblr to send them a message and ask if the address was right... Tumblr says blog doesn’t exist. Hmm. Now, Penpal Y also did a lot of fandom stuff and got a bunch of mean anons from people related to the fandom. Penpal Y had mentioned it in like a recent letter too. So my immediate thought was “oh maybe they deactivated tumblr bc bullies”. Then I hop on the Instagram and I can’t find them... So then I’m thinking, errr... either the bully was on all platforms (their username was the same) or it’s me... Right so, banking on it just being an internet bully thing... I do what ya do when you can’t read your penpal’s handwriting correctly... Google that shit. Find the address I was using like potentially had the wrong city name, so I readdressed the letter and sent it off. Now, Penpal Y responds FAST and if they don’t then they’ve been sick or something else and find away to tell me--- also has a history of contacting me to ask if I’d received their letter if my lazy ass is taking too long to respond. Letter as sent off like... a WHILE ago. Now to the point I’m thinking that I might like... never get a response and this penpal like blocked me all on all social to ghost me. ESPECIALLY since I just checked again today and saw their Tumblr was active again (or I was unblocked) and they’re like full on running a Secret Santa thing. (which I had signed up for??) Anyway, I’m being some type of way because it’s sort of a courtesy thing to let people know you’re done writing them when you’ve corresponded as long as we had. I’m trying to nail down a “why” and the only thing I can think was maybe Penpal X defamed me to Penpal Y?? No idea though. I’m salty though.

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thelilyofthevalley424 · 6 years

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for the give me a character thing: qwark

Hdjdbd Why did I almost miss this?!

So… Qwark… gunna give a disclaimer here cause I know I’m going to piss a lot of people off. I like Qwark. He’s my second favorite character in the series, so there’s going to be Qwark-positive things in this. If someone goes into my inbox to trash me for liking this character, those messages will be deleted.

Alright, now to make people really uncomfortable or straight up mad at me.

1. How I feel about this character: I love Qwark, and like I said he’s my second favorite character in the series. I love his overinflated ego and I love the way he interacts with Ratchet and Clank throughout the series. I first met Qwark in ToD and liked him instantly from the moment he started speaking. If there were thousands of heavily armed soldier coming up on my unarmed ass, I’d probably be frantically calling my weapons-savvy friends to come help me too.

Overall, Qwark’s a funny character that’s won my heart. Though… it really sucks being in this fandom when a good 99.5% hate Qwark. It’s like, “Wow, another ‘Qwark is stupid and useless’ joke, you’re so original that’s totally never been done before. ‘Lookit how stupid this character is, god isn’t he terrible?! XD’” Sometimes I wish the person could get the same treatment done to their favorite character (a majority of it being Ratchet or Clank), cause like, damn, I’m used to it but sometimes it just sucks talking to people about it.

2. All the characters I romantically ship with this character: Ooh, gunna really boil blood now.

I ship Qwark with himself (yes he would marry himself if he got the chance to); Nefarious; and in some cases, Elaris. I’m open to a ton of ships, but these are my main three.

3. My non-romantic OTP for this character:I’m going to guess this means “super strong friendship,” so… going to go with Helga on this one. I feel like they had some stuff in the past, but they moved on from the romantic stuff and kept their relationship professional.

The other one is Nefarious since I don’t really care to ship both him and Qwark constantly. While I like the Qwarkarious ship, I still love reading stories where they’re trying to be friends, or enemies, or anything that explores their relationship more in general.

4. My unpopular opinion about this character:I mean, he’s one of my favorites… my second favorite… isn’t that unpopular enough?

If you want more… hm, perhaps that he isn’t as useless as people make him out to be. As the game series went on, he did a lot more as he continued to tag along Ratchet and Clank in their adventures. He’s saved them some times, held off certain people and enemies for them, and while his plans are pretty wild, they do work out a lot of the time.

5. One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon:There’s not really much I can ask for really. I’m lucky to have him in games because if it was up to the fan base they’d probably have him killed off or something out of pure spite.

If there was one thing… perhaps that he could have had a little less of a character arc in the Movie and PS4 game. That sounds weird, but I wish that we could have gotten that three-year character arc from him again instead of him being redeemed by the end of the movie and PS4 game. I felt bad for him when I saw UYA, and I would have loved to see that again in the Rebootverse, where he’s at the bottom and he has to find a way to redeem himself in front of his old team.

That’s about all I have on Qwark. If I seem salty about it Anon, it isn’t because of you, it’s more because I know how people react to when I talk about Qwark and because of how long I’ve seen the same things. I’ve got some pretty controversial opinions on things in this fandom, and it’s brought me trouble in the past, so I usually assume things are going to blow up in my face if I share them.

Thank you so much for the Ask, and thank you for taking the time to send one in! :D

#ratchet and clank #ratchet and clank ask #Anon ask #thelilyofthevalley424 #ask meme

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dumbbelle · 7 years

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✄ If You Love Me Let Me Go [Pt. 1] [Pt.2] Request: ✔ (Anon) || Masterlist

“Josh, this is amazing!” You slap your best friend’s arm lightly, your other hand holding the headphone closer to your ear, attempting to take full advantage of your listening experience.

It was different from what you expected, that was for sure. You heard none of the saturated guitar tones backed with the percussive rollercoaster that you’ve come to expect – or even the J-pop inspired melodies and rock motifs that might’ve arose from Joshua’s late-night anime viewings.

“The hook is genius – and dare I say it, but a little bit nostalgic too?” Your eyebrows scrunch together as you try to identify what it is about the song that rings so familiar.

Joshua settles back into his swivel chair and tilts his head knowingly, a mischievous eyebrow quirking up. “Glad you caught on to it.” His broad smile clues you in on something more, and you refocus your attention to the song, enjoying the challenge. You close your eyes in an attempt to further visualize the song, and that’s when you belatedly realize why the tune sounds so familiar. Childhood memories of 90s-sitcom-marathons flashes through your mind, and you vividly recall curling next to Joshua on your living room couch as you lazily flipped through the channels (”Y/N, just pick one and be satisfied,” he would whine; in return, you would only change the channel once more).

Your dramatized gasp is enough to tell Joshua that you figured it out. “You didn’t.” You are out of your seat in a moment, and Joshua expertly detaches your headphones as to not stretch out the cord. “What, did you rewatch all 5 seasons of Saved by the Bell just to gain inspiration?” you continue teasingly, although the tiniest bit of awe is recognizable in your tone. He shrugs, all of a sudden looking abashed.

“And what if I did?” The defensive lilt of his voice matched with his pouty expression has you staring at him, eyes narrowed as to gauge the honesty of his claim. He cracks immediately, his pout morphing into a grin. “I’m kidding– but you know I probably would if I had any time,” he continues wistfully, and your bright expression falters, suddenly reminded of the tremendous amount of pressure Joshua is under. It was common knowledge that the expectations for Seventeen heightened with every comeback. You squeeze his shoulder sympathetically.

“You’ve been so busy preparing for the new album. Have you at least been eating all your meals?” Joshua’s smile is more like a grimace, and you scowl at his response. “Joshua Hon–”

Joshua shushes you with a finger to your lips before you can properly start to nag at him. “Have some faith in me, I’ll be fine.” His soft tenor is ever so persuasive but your scowl refuses to budge, nearly parental concern your most powerful counterattack. It only starts to melt away when you feel the boy envelope you in a hug, tugging you down to his lap. His swivel chair rolls back under the additional pressure, hitting his desk, but Joshua pays no heed as he lowers his lips to whisper into your ear. “But thank you for caring.” It’s that soft tenor again that has your resolve breaking, and you find yourself only grunting a “whatever, Hong” into his chest.

It’s peacefully silent for scarcely a moment before Joshua decides to ruin it.

“It would have been your first-year-anniversary with Jeonghan today.”

It’s silent again, but this time without the peace. A tense aura surrounds you both as Joshua scrambles to think of a way to salvage the situation, thinking he might’ve gone too far. Before he can start to ramble about the newest innovative café opening, he hears a soft murmur against his chest.

“Thank goodness I caught him making out with that girl, huh? Otherwise, I’d probably be spending my week’s salary on the fool.” Your laugh sounds neither biting nor bitter, just melancholy, and Joshua doesn’t know if that’s a million times better or a million times worse.

“Is that why you were so salty over text earlier?” Joshua feels accomplished as he hears your muffled giggle, even if you only slap his chest, lacking a proper riposte. He fakes a yelp of pain. “What ever did I do to deserve your constant abuse?” You pull away only so he can physically see you roll your eyes, but he is quick to bury you back against his chest. “Nuh-uh, today you’re here to be smothered with my affection,” he says, readjusting his hold on you so that you’re both a little more comfortable.

“I thought I was here to listen to your song,” you huff, although relaxing into the cuddle as you simply accept your position. There was no use pulling away; Joshua had always been stronger than he looked.

He hums. “That too, but I would also consider it part of my grand master plan to coddle you with affection. You’re my main inspiration after all.” You can feel him brace himself for perhaps another surprised slap but instead you’re the one to surprise him by letting out a groan.

“You freaking liar, I know you really love those 90s sitcoms.” Joshua’s scandalized, clearly about to protest when the two of you are interrupted by the opening of a door.

“Shua, vocal team is going out for brunch.... Ah, sorry for intruding,” Jeonghan averts his eyes from the two of you as if catching you both in a compromising position. You freeze stiff, and Joshua gently untangles the both of you, skillfully trying to lower the tension for everybody in the room. Nothing is said as Jeonghan slowly turns his head back around to meet your eyes. Your peripheral vision allows you to see the calendar by Joshua’s door. It’s taunting, a blatant reminder of what the day could’ve been for you both – what the day should’ve been for you both. It hurts.

You’re the first to look away.

“You guys can just go ahead without me,” Joshua, always first to diffuse the situation, offers simply. You notice that soft tenor holds a slightly harsher tone – one not mean but firm. Jeonghan gets the message loud and clear, quietly closing the door once again and bidding the both of you goodbye with a rigid smile. Joshua can’t help but pair it with your own melancholy tone from earlier. He looks back to you, and witnesses your pained expression that glances longingly at the door.

“He looks tired, Josh,” you try to sound nonchalant but there’s no mistaking the guilt in your voice.

“We all are, y/n,” Joshua looks for a way to distract you, reaching out to gently brush his hand against your arm. You take a step backwards.

It’s unfair, you’re aware, but you can’t help the slight anger from bubbling up inside of you, erupting out in the form of a hot accusation. “You said you’d take care of him.” And you’re confused because you don’t think you should care, but you really really do and it hurts to see Jeonghan with heavy bags under his eyes and a delayed stutter to his step. “You promised me,” you continue, boring your eyes into Joshua’s.

“I’ve tried, y/n. Believe me, I’ve tried.” You hate the fact that you can tell he is telling the truth, and the sentence is enough to shut you up, though your shoulders fail to relax. Joshua still has the decency to look ashamed, glancing over to the pair of headphones resting on his desk. “He was the one, really,” he’s purposely vague with his hesitant words, you can tell, speaking as if he knows he shouldn’t.

“The one?” All the statement does is ignite the curiosity within you, a flame that you’re eager to extinguish as you fix Joshua with a hard stare, urging him to continue. He stares at his feet.

“The one to suggest the whole 90s theme. He knew you used to love those shows, told me you would talk about them all the time. Even helped with some parts. Said I should make the song about you,” Joshua circles a spot on the ground with his foot as he rushes out the story. “Told me not to say anything,” Joshua finally looks up to be met with the sight of your teary eyes. He reaches out a hand and brushes the tears away with a thumb. You hold your hand over his, leaning into his touch for comfort. Joshua’s chuckle echoes hollow in your ears.

“Believe me, I’ve tried.”

You eventually leave the dorm after about an hour more of conversation and cuddles. You’re feeling significantly better than you first did after the encounter, though you definitely felt bad for ruining what should’ve been a happy experienced as Joshua took another step in his musical career. You promise to make it up to him, and start to ponder the list of possible gifts as you search for your shoes amongst a messy pile of others discarded by the boys as they filtered in and out of the dorm. You honestly didn’t know how they did it, and you’ve only managed to uncover one of your shoes from the rubble of footwear when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Looking for this?”

You spin around only to be met with those eyes from earlier, Jeonghan holding your other shoe out for you in a wooden manner. You receive it just as ham-handedly, although speculative of any hidden motives. He’s not supposed to be here right now? “Thanks.” Why is he here? “Um, aren’t you supposed to be at that brunch?” You sound more choppy than intended, and Jeonghan flinches at your tone. You can’t bring yourself to apologize, so you only wait for a reply.

“I really wanted to talk to you,” he says hopefully, and you wonder how weird it would be if you made a mad dash for the door. Joshua could always just visit you instead...

“S-sure,” your mouth betrays your thoughts, but you can’t help but smile slightly at the way Jeonghan beams, surprised. He was obviously not expecting a positive response, and he appears disconcerted as he looks around for a way to continue. He finally gestures towards the door.

“Shall we take a walk?” He outstretches a hand and you stare at it blankly – purposefully – before walking ahead. He blinks, processing the move for a second before laughing lightly and shoving the hand into the pocket of his sweater. “Should’ve expected that.”

“No!”

“Yes!”

“You’re kidding me, Seungkwan could never escape that alive. Besides, Joshua would have told me,” you maintain, yet Jeonghan only bobs his head enthusiastically.

“I’m 100% serious – and the only reason I know about it is because I caught him in the act. Jihoon’s still looking for those headphones.” Unlike the delicate tonality of Joshua, Jeonghan sustains an animated voice. One perfect for storytelling and gossip, like now. “I promised my silence for his devotion.” It’s statements like these that Jeonghan remembered would always get you to laugh heartily, and your reaction does not disappoint. He can see the crinkles at the corners of your eyes as you throw your head back and let out a bout of uncontrolled laughter. Perchance he goggles for an instant too long because you sober up once you notice his eyes trained on you, though it doesn’t look to be out of spite.

Jeonghan can work with that. Jeonghan can work with you not hating him completely. “You’re so pretty when you laugh,” he comments airily, trying to keep any signs of flirtation out of his voice. He’s not trying to scare you away, he’s just trying to be nice. However, he still can’t stop himself from feeling proud when he notices the way you look down, clearly embarrassed. You knew it too, that Jeonghan always got a kick out of making you flustered. And maybe you loved it enough to never stop him. And then, Jeonghan takes a deep breath.

“I just wish I realized that sooner, you know?”

Just like that, the elephant in the room is lifted, taking with it a gargantuan load off of Jeonghan’s shoulders. He continues striding straight ahead, hands buried in his pockets as he waits for you to tell him what he’s been expecting – that you thought he was stupid to let everything he had crumble to pieces; or that if he really appreciated you, then he wouldn’t have cheated in the first place. All confirmations of what he already knew, but things he needed to hear nevertheless.

You say none of the above. “Me too.” It’s simple... Too simple. Jeonghan wishes he could make you say more, almost asks you to even. But then you reach out and give his hand a squeeze, lingering in your grasp before you merely pull away. “But sometimes we’ve got to forgive ourselves, and move on.” Move on from me, so I can move on from you. Jeonghan’s always been good at lying straight through his teeth, so he smiles and reaches out to return your light squeeze.

“Yeah, okay.”

If you love someone, let them go.

If they return, they were always yours.

If they don’t, they never were.

– Kahlil Gibran

Three weeks later, Joshua comes home to the dorm with a blissful smile that says far too much. He confesses bashfully that he asked you out on a date and that you said yes. Jeonghan listens to the congratulatory commotion in the living room from his bed, pretending to be asleep. He closes his eyes. He’s happy for you.

For the first time in months, Jeonghan gets a full night’s rest.

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tbhstudying · 7 years

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Don't let all the anons saying that your content has worsened bother you. I remember I use to be like that but when I started creating content, I soon came to understand that our content changes too and whether or not people like it should not affect it.

personally, i’m kinda glad that my content is shifting and changing and wildly different than what my first post used to be like because it shows that i’ve been growing and improving and changing ;u; ngl i’m still a bit unsatisfied with how some of my content turns out, but that just means that i’ll have to work harder to make the next one better! thank you for your support, anon :”)

an anon said:woah i really dislike all the hate ur getting. You are amazing and i appreciate you so much. I know ur smarter than to let them get to you but still hater anons need to find something better to do lmao ily have a nice day :^)

yeah, i know that i shouldn’t let it get to me, but tbh it did hurt a bit yesterday ;; i’m happy now because it seems as though everything is dying down (at least, based off of my inbox), and today will be a better day than yesterday was. thank you, anon!

an anon said:Hey Seo! I just saw your last anon and I am so sorry that this person said nasty and vulgar words to such a kind and great person like you. However, I'm so proud of the way you handled it! You're super awesome and I hope that you get the best of what life has to offer.

i mean, if that person wants to unfollow me, then by all means, they can ahahaha thank you thank you thank you for your kindness and your support ;u; i hope life is wonderful and thrilling for you too

an anon said:i fucking swear to god if another bitch ass hoe spreads hate on your blog i will fucking find them and slit their throats holy shit i am done w the amount of hate you've gotten bc i cannot phew, now that i've gotten that out, your blog is gr10! and i swear if someone makes a rude comment tell them to square up i will personally beat you into the ground i am a second degree black belt in taekwondo

aaaaa no need to go that far! i’m fine if they want to unfollow and leave hehe :”) thank you so much! and wow, a second degree black belt?!! that’s so stinking cool omg i want to see you kick those wooden boards now because it always looks so cool in the videos ahhhHHHH

@smallbeanstudies said:Hi Seo! I'm so sorry about all the hate and negative messages that you've been getting lately. You're a truly amazing person, and I hope that you're okay. I just love how you have the most inspirational content ever, yet you still are super modest about your abilities and what you do. Thank You for being a person who cares about helping others, and not the amount of followers you have. Thank You for everything you have done. I hope this finds you well. Have a wonderful day Seo! Keep it up!!!! :)

thank you so much! this really made me smile and aahhhh i’m getting teary-eyed :”) thank you so so much, and i’m glad that my response about the entire number thing made sense (i was worried that it wouldn’t haha) hope you have a lovely day!

an anon said:Wow, people are really getting salty about this whole drama thing. Anyway, I just want to say (as a fan of yours), I really admire your videos/posts! Keep being awesome

yep, i didn’t expect the drama thing to escalate so quickly haha thank you so much! i’ll do my best to continue making my content

@efflorescentstudies said:hey Seo just wanted to pop in to say that you're a pretty great and helpful person even though you're getting all this anon hate. All these haters can like.... go get a life or something, just because they're salty doesn't mean they have the right to insult you. I hope you're having a nice day, most of us love and appreciate you and everything you bring to the community ~love, Dani

ahhh thank you very much, dani! this is so kind of you to say asdfghjkl thank you thank you thank you!!

an anon said:i'm sorry you've had to deal with all of these rude anons!!! it's ridiculous as this is a community that supports one another and uplifts each other!!! i'm here for you

ahhh it’s alright ;; for every anon hater, there are always a thousand more lovely and kind people in this world

#ok i'm actually crying now #y'all are too kind #efflorescentstudies #smallbeanstudies #anon #ask

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enchanted-flowers · 7 years

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Anon: Alrighty so, I made friends with this one person months back and to be honest, I’ve adored having her being my friend because we always had a good conversation and had so much in common. We’d voice call and everything with how close we’ve become and could act as silly/random as we wanted to the other. And if I’m being honest, she’s my only friend since I don’t talk to anyone on the regular except for her.

Though a few months into our friendship, I saw how she’d do this thing where she’d ignore me for days and come back like nothing happened, her only excuse being “Oh, I wasn’t paying attention/didn’t notice” Though she’d be online and talking to other people. While it hurt a little that she started doing that, I didn’t make a fuss about it or even mind. I then noticed how she’d always try and get me to draw her stuff but when it came to me, she didn’t do the same, but would make other friends art and such. I also noticed she would do this thing of “Senpai/popular artist noticed me! Imma try and befriend them!”.. which rubs me the wrong way a little, since I’m semi-popular in my own art community..like she’s collecting popular artist friends or something? Still never said anything though.

Recently, her and another close friend fell out and that’s when I noticed she was talking to me more and even asking advice from me/venting to me. I helped the best way I could and all was okay, till she stated she was working things out with that friend again and the ignoring became much more often towards me. And what gets me is, this friend fell out with her because she (other friend) started becoming more friendly with others and wasn’t talking to (my friend) her. But since that friend fell out with those others, she’s talking to her more often again… So my friend is kinda doing the same to me? I would try and talk to her about it and tell her how I fell, but whenever I did (or would try and vent about some other random thing), she’d ignore me for awhile and then come back at me in a conversation as if to ignore my attempts to talk to her or vent. I mean, I listen to her problems, try and help when I can, but when it came to me, she avoided it.. I then learned she doesn’t like when people try and vent/come to her about issues in their life cause she can’t handle it, but fully expects people to listen to hers. Yes, she said that to.

Now to the bigger issue, not to long ago, she tried to show me a YT video dealing with a kind of art I wasn’t interest in learning. She kept pushing me to watch it even though I told her that, looking at the title, I wouldn’t be interested, but she kept on until I at least skimmed through it. When I told her I still wasn’t interested in it and didn’t care to try something different with my art (she kept saying how she was helping me expand my art skills though I kept telling her I didn’t want to do that), she got mad and me and said how she was “salty” i wasn’t doing as she said. She then proceeded to say how she wanted time away from me because I stressed her out (yes, about not really watching the video and wanting to do different art) and now she’s ignoring me/not talking to me, though we are both online and are in the same servers (on discord) so she’s actively talking to others. It’s been about a week and still nothing from her. I kinda want to tell her how I felt about this and that it hurts me she’s acting this way over basically nothing, but I know she’d just ignore me cause “she doesn’t like listening to other peoples problems” even if it’s something like this. I’m torn between ending this friendship because it’s really making me depressed that she’s so quick to ignore me if I don’t do as she says, and trying to get through to her, cause I really don’t have any other friends and I’m a lonely bean.

Sorry for the massive text, I just wanted to give you a clear image of whats going on. Anywho, what would you do in this situation? What should I do? I’m really lost and just been depressed because of this to the point where I think such negative thoughts about myself and maybe it’s my fault? If you don’t really have anything to say on this, that’s fine, I just feel like I needed to talk to someone about this.

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I want to disclaim that this is my personal opinion and I am not an expert on friendship and relationships. These are just what I think you should do, you can do whatever you want with my views.

Friends, mostly over the internet needs some space and won’t respond for a few days, even if they are online. That’s natural because people have their own lives, but the rest of your story, makes me think that your friend is using you for your art skills if she’s forcing you to draw in a certain style or just asking you to draw for her in general.

This feels like a one sided friendship where she only befriended you for her own personal gain.

Answer this question. Really think about it. Does she make you happy? Do you feel good about yourself after talking to her?

If yes, then talk to her again, but be firm. Tell her how she’s making you feel and tell her what you just told me. Also if she doesn’t listen to your rants/feelings, then tell her not to message you about hers. Give her a choice, to change the nature about the friendship so it can be more fulfilling for both of you. But you can’t put all the “blame” on her, you have to be willing to put up the work too. Ask her how you can make the relationship better as well and change your habits too, because with problems, it’s both parties responsibility to solve it. Remember, don’t change yourself, change how the friendship works. If you find yourself changing an aspect of your personality that makes you happy, then don’t bother with this friend anymore. But if she asks you to work on a bad habit or quality like procrastinating, being late, being insensitive, then you should listen to her.

If you answered no to that question, then that’s a sign of a toxic relationship. You should still talk to her though, because people are often unaware of being toxic and it make give you guys another chance, but if her behavoir continues, then I don’t think the friendship is good for you.

You might be feeling lonely if you do break if off, but if the relationship is that bad, then it’ll save you from getting even more hurt and open up more opportunities for new and better relationships. I’m sorry this happened to you and I hope things work out for you. In the meantime, take care of yourself, make sure you’re getting enough water and take nice hot showers or long baths. If you need to rant again, I’m here. :)

#nhc #long post #submission

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