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adventuringblind · 4 months

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Flowers in your throat

Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Genre: Angst

Summary: the problems of unrequited love

Warnings: hanahaki disease, blood, coughing

Notes: idk what this is... Does anybody wanna spam my inbox with things to write over break? Logan is on the list, but I'm blanking on ideas for the boy T_T

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Flowers. Beautiful things that each have their own meanings. One that even color plays into.

Beautiful amd deadly things, these Flowers. She can't even stomache the sight of them anymore. Not when they are the source of her current misery.

A misery she has yet to understand. Is one not enough for her? Will Lando hate her for loving more then just him? Is she really that greedy?

Her driving had suffered because of her lack of focus. She's coughing over the radio now and her engineer has started to notice. Her trainer even more so with how sick she looks.

She doesn't want Lando to find her like this. Maybe she doesn't even like Oscar and this is because of the loving looks and gentle touch he's been sharing with her boyfriend. Is she jealous? In a way yes, but she wants that from both of them. She coughs up another petal at the thought.

Hopefully Lando isn't awake. She'd been on the floor of the Hilton bathroom for at least an hour now. Her mind running through all her options. How she might be able to fix this.

Death is the easiest option in the long run. The surgery would hurt Lando as she would struggle with any kind of love afterwards. Oscar loving her back is another, but again, how would Lando react?

She'd yet to even open up to him about the idea of polyamoury. To scared from past encounters and getting hurt. Easier just to ignore anything else. The words of her last partner rings through her ears. 'It's either one or the other' but never both. How can she have such a love for two people to the point it's killing her?

The door creaks open. She panics and tries to hide from Lando's worried gaze. He still ends up on the floor with her.

"Please talk to me."

"I can't. You're going to leave me."

"Whatever this is, we'll figure it out, okay? But we can't even begin to work on it if I have no idea what's going on." And he's right. For as chaotic as he is, Lando has always wanted to work through things together.

"I'm not - well - before I start I should say I love you dearly with every fiber of my being."

"Is this a break up?"

"No!" She shouts a little to loudly and quickly. Lando looks a bit startled but calms we he sees just how panicked she is. "I don't want us to break up - I just know that you won't want me anymore."

The thoughts of Lando leaving her flood her mind. Having to watch him and Oscar be teammates while she watches from afar. Her body wracks with coughs again as another petal comes up, pretty but splatters in red.

"Is that-?"

"Hanahaki, unrequited love."

"But I do love you so then..." He takes a moments to process. "It's not me is it?"

"My parents always told me my heart was to big." She inhales shakily. "It's Oscar."

"Since when? How long do we have before-" He doesn't finish the sentence.

"A have a few months left maximum. I'm already two months in."

"Silverstone."

"I'd already been fond of him before that but watching the two of you smile together like that." Tears slip past her eyes as she tries to stop the burning in her chest. "I'm so sorry and I understand if you leave. It's not like you signed up for this."

"I'm not leaving you. I don't care who else you love as long as I'm here with you. Plus, it's Oscar, I'd be lying if I said I don't have any feelings for him." Lando Admits with a shrug.

"Really?"

"I know you love me, too much, probably. If this is what loving you means then I'll be here every damn step."

She throws herself into Lando's arms, curling into the warmth of his body. And for the first time on two months, she cries in relief.

~~~~~

On the other side of things, Oscar isn't fairing any better. The constant scratch of his throat has started in August. Over the summer break when he had to bare witness to Lando and his girlfriends pictures.

He couldn't tell who he was more jealous of, or if he was jealous at all. Both, he was jealous of both because he wants to be with both of them. It's illogical, he thinks, that he should want two partners so desperately. They are committed to each other, why would they want him as well?

Lando is once again on the podium his female counterpart part there to congratulate him. Eyes shining as they smile at each other. The itch in his throat is to much. It burns in his chest as his lungs try to fight for air.

He runs back to the garage after getting weighed. Just in time to collapse onto the floor of his driver's room. Petals fall from his lips. Beautiful and soaking in red fluid.

He's still struggling to breathe when his door flys open. Logan amd Liam swim in his vision and ears. They drag him off the floor and get him upright again.

They clean him op and sit with him until Kim comes to get him for debrief. The older male looks horribly concerned. Lando also looks at him with something he can't pinpoint while sitting through the meeting. It's enough to make his chest burn again just knowing Lando is even looking at him.

Logan and Liam come knocking at his door that night. They want answers and rightfully so. He tells them, coughing on the bathroom floor while doing so.

"Have you talked to them?"

"No, why would they want me Lo?"

Liam hands him more water and pratically forces him to drink it. "Have you seen the way they look at you?"

And no, he hasn't, only how people say he himself looks helplessly in love.

How would they look at him now? In disgust? Maybe pity?

Shame he may never find out.

~~~~~

Another hard race. Las Vegas had messed them all up in some way shape or form. She couldn't breathe knowing Lando had crashed to hard. She coughed an entire petal up during the yellow flags just thinking about how he must be feeling.

She's been coughing up whole flowers recently. Tonight was no exception. Lando, despite being on heavy painkillers, was desperately trying to help her through a few larger ones.

She was barely eating anymore. Couldn't breathe. Her teammate had even noticed the drastic change in her appearance. Max and Christian had both been on her case. Third seemed so far away now as Lando tries to get water down her throat.

"I don't want you to die."

"And I don't want to live without love."

Lando manages to pull himself off the floor to answer the door. Mumbling about how it's probably Jon making sure he's alright.

She can hear the familiar voices of Oscar and Logan through the thin walls.

Oscar sounds rough. She blames it on the long race he had. He'd looked so tired coming out of the car, hands running through his hair.

Her lungs burn again. It's more so this time. Her entire body is on fire. She can't even cough properly and wails as she has to pull out whatever is in her throat.

A stem. One with thorns.

Lando is frantically pleading with Oscar and Logan for something. Oscar is also coughing. Enough that is worsens her own.

She coughs again. Another stem feels like it's tearing her open from the inside. She wails at the stinging pain. Panic overcomes her as it seems to never end.

The door swings open. Lando and Logan drag in a coughing Oscar.

He's in the same boat as her. He's been suffering this whole time.

"Logan who is it?! Please, I need to know." Lando is begging now. The sight of what's happening can't be helping his nerves.

"It's you two, both of you I think. He didn't say exactly."

She tunes out anything else. It's them. He is feeling this because of them. She coughs up the rest of the stem and the burning starts to fade.

But then the exhaustion hits. She wants to tell Oscar everything. Enough so he doesn't have to cough up thorns like herself.

She passes out before she can.

~~~~~

Oscar wakes up in bed. One that definitely isn't his own. He tries to sit up, but his body is depleted still. Noticeably, his lungs feel lighter then they have in months. The ache in his chest has lessened, but his love for the two is still there. If this isn't the work of a surgery then-

He sits up frantically, searching for something. Someone, more like. A hand on his shoulder pushes him back down.

"Relax, we're still here." It's Lando and his partner is on the other side of Oscar. She's dead asleep and rightfully so after what he witnessed her cough up.

"Where's Logan?"

"Asleep on the couch. He didn't want to leave you."

"And you - do you and her - are we?" His words are broken. He can't think properly.

"Caught feeling a while ago, mate. Her before I realized myself. She loves hard, enough to cough up flowers, apparently." Lando crawls into the space between Oscar and the female. Oscar, in his sleepy haze, latches onto Lando. He feels better being apart of whatever cuddle pile this is.

He falls back to sleep so easily. Only to be woken up later by a few frantic coughs. Lando is immediately trying to get the female out of bed and to the sink. She claims she's fine and it's confirmed by the lack of petals.

"It's from what the thorns did." Her voice sounds wrecked. Oscar tries to get up to help only to be pushed back again by Logan. Curse his exhaustion.

The American gets everyone water. Oscar is grateful for it as it soothes his still sore throat.

"So does this mean you three are going to be together then?" Logan raises an eyebrow.

"If either of them say no after this, I'm throwing hands. After the hell they've put me through I will force them to cuddle if need be."

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stagefoureddiediaz · 1 year

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you should explain it instead of mock people that have a right to be upset. explain what the writers are putting down because I'm still not seeing a valid reason why Eddie was completely almost erased from this episode.

Hey!

I've seen your other ask as well and I'm answering it here.

I did explain it and I wasn't mocking people - and if it came over that way then its because I'm fed up with my inbox filling up with anons being incredibly rude to me (and others in the fandom) - I've had over 40 anon messages since the episode started - most of them either rude or nasty. Everyone has the right to feel how they feel about things, but they don't get to come into mine and other peoples inboxes and mouth off about there unhappiness over something which I've (and others) have interpreted differently to them - they have their own feed they can post it there - just as I do - our inboxes are not here for hatred - I have no issues saying what I think for everyone to ready - using anon for nastiness is not what its there for. They clearly don't think about the mental health of those whose inboxes they go to and that is never ever ok.

I won't turn my anon because I believe in its value - some people are shy about asking questions that they worry about being silly questions and I've made mistakes in things I've posted in the past and I've had lovely people in my inbox on anon explaining to me why I've got something wrong - its allowed me to learn and be better so I will leave anon on, but is it really any surprise that lots of people turn theirs off?

But to get to the question at hand;

For starters Eddie wasn't completely erased from this episode - we saw his reaction to Buck being in a coma - he was full in crying and trying to stop himself breaking down - not once but twice. I'll go into it in my costume meta, but the fact that he only has one outfit for the whole episode (after his turnouts), despite clearly being in the hospital for several days - thats very telling to me - especially coming from a costume background!

The reason we didn't see much Eddie in the real world, or any in the coma verse is because Buck and Eddies relationship is not a familial one - as in they are not brothers, nor are they a parental figure to one another - that was the entire point of the episode - to emphasise the familial relationships and their importance to Buck (and the firefam as a whole more widely). I don't know how to explain that this episode was about family - about fathers and sons and siblings - in a different way!

The show by not including Eddie in Bucks Coma dream was very clearly saying that Eddie doesn't fit into the parameters of those boxes - that Eddie has his own box - one that is very much separate from any one else in the episode and one that Buck is not in a place to open yet. because opening that box means reckoning with romantic feelings and accepting that he's in love with his best friend. Buck needs to do a bit more work on himself before he reaches that point (and Eddie does as well actually).

Hopefully this has helped you understand more of where I'm coming from. Subtext is a very powerful tool in the writers arsenal and they are very deliberate in how they use it.

#kym answers things #pedropascale asks #I'm jsut here to enjoy my wee woo show!#911 spoilers #to anyone getting hate anons - don't feed the trolls and use the block button with gay abandon!#911 on fox

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hiemaldesirae · 18 days

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Arrax here with more Vox/Lucifer bestie AU (also you can use any of this at any time btw =3) (also, though this sounds Vox/Lucifer it is NOT. Lucifer is just extremely possessive of his friends. He doesn't have many. Well he has one. So. Yeah. Just don't tell Al, I wanna keep him guessing. Lol)

So a few days afterward the broadcast where Vox's death comes out, Lucifer shows up at the Vee tower, excited. Apparently he's been invited to the hotel for a dinner and game night with everyone. Which would be fine, except Lucifer overheard Char-char tell Maggie--"It's Vaggie, Luc, or Vagatha if you prefer." Vox murmurs as he works. That's it's partnered and he'd be partnered to either one of the residents or Mammon who's visiting. "Charlie wants you to bring Mammon to the Hotel?" Vox asks, fully turning away from his work eyes wide. "Really, Luc?"

Lucifer shakes his head. "To her the sins are just her fun loving Aunt(s) and Uncles. She doesn't know how most of them feel about sinners. Especially how Mammon feels about sinners--so you see my dilemma. Mammon would take Alcaster's--"Alastor's, Luc,"--general, uh... whateverness as an invitation to kill Every sinner in the hotel, no matter what Char-char feels. He'll just think money or gifts could rebuy her love."

Vox winces. "Damn, Luc...your brother's a bit fucked up." "He landed on his head after The Fall, and Hell just encouraged his vices. If it was Bee who was visiting I wouldn't be ask you this, but...can you please come with me? It's not a formal dinner--we'll be eating take-away while playing games, just like we do while we play video games or read at the palace! It'll be just like our regular Friday nights and entire Saturdays!" Lucifer says, grinning happily. Neither notice two glowing eyes with a smile that widen with *RAGE* upon spotting Lucifer with Vox.

Vix snorts. "Except for the last six Saturdays we've been going upstairs to the human realm and tormenting humans--we even convinced two guys they'd been abducted by aliens-" "No anal probing! You can do anything else, but no anal probing!" Lucifer smirked interrupting his best friend. "Is that why you turned them into ducks? And, sure I'll come. It'll be good to get away from Vel for a bit. She's been a bit upset about the loss of Valentino. "

"Do I really need a reason to turn anything into ducks? But yes, it was. They've settled in nicely at the university pond we left them at...." *he cocks his head at the mention of Valentino.* "Ah, yes! As a thank you for that--" *he purrs, voice rich with power and sin*--he leans forward, demon form coming out and kisses Vox directly on the mouth.

Vox's eyes widen, before he feels it: undeniable power flowing through him, and not something he could only use once--it was something that would permanently be a part of him. He could feel it burning into his circuits, into his Cyan blood and wires. He feels the hidden spines that line his spine slide out, sparks sliding from the top one from his neck down to the largest one that emerges right before the curve of his ass. He feels his body itch, his claws burn as this new power settles into him, and he pants.

Lucifer pulls away, a dark grin on his face. "Now no Sinner or exorcist can dare take you--YOUR hard work from you. My friend, Voxtech will never fall. Should that Velottie leave, you can do it without her. " He purrs, gently rubbing Vox's shoulder a dark possessiveness in his eyes.

Neither see the glowing red eyes and smile that disappear afterwards, but both notice Vox's radio burst to life, Alastor's voice more unhinged then usual.

arrax youre killing me here. youre killing me im dead and deceased bury me face down or else ill dig myself out of my grave and reanimate myself solely to watch for the next installation of your own little au in my inbox

i genuinely cant even think of anything to add onto this. i usually try to add on a bit more to your guys' thoughts but im actually speechless this time what the fuck am i supposed to say to this. this is probably how contemporary artists felt beholding the work of michelangelo for the first time. i mean like. fucking hell man what do you expect me to do with this i am but a little guy....... this is like dropping shakespeares completed play trilogys in front of my face and asking what id add onto it

#ran rambles #hazbin hotel #general asks #lucifer/vox bestie au #i keep telling you you guys think i am smarter than i am. i am most certainly not #its like handing a toddler paintbrushes and guiding them to the sistine chapel to ask them to paint on #What the fuck am i supposed to add to this except my general astonishment #youre all too talented why are you writing in my inbox you should be on ao3 (<- read like you would read 'she should be at the club')

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lovecolibri · 1 year

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SaL anon here friend, hoping your in the mood for some incoherent Friday rambling because that's where I'm at right now and have been for days. First off, i think we should both thank and curse the new intern 911 hired, who apparently switched out the promo team's decaf for some Columbian dark roast. Seriously after spending the first half of the season practically catatonic between episodes suddenly we can't catch a break for even 24 hours before the next unhinged thing comes out. Next, let's

thank Mr. Ryan Guzman for looking at his character's scene notes, apparently rolling his eyes, and deciding to take matters into his own hands. Look, I'm not trying to say the rest of the 118 doesn't look devastated, but Eddie looks like he's about to start bawling on the floor and that's the real reason he grabbed Chim. I'll come back to this but his moments sure don't hit like pure platonic concern, there is some real desperation there. Also not to bring up KR rambling but lady if you were so surprised by Ryan's performance and didn't want it to come across like THAT, aren't you in charge? Couldn't you make the call and say "I need you to give me less"?? Anyway, the parallels between this and Eddie's shooting are ridiculous, so I also gave to think if this isn't going somewhere what the fuck is the point?? Why go through all this trouble to make it so obvious and heartfelt and hurt so much if it just goes back to business as usual?? That more than anything would piss me off. Yes, let Buck learn a thing or two about his own worth (we've only been waiting SEASONS for it), but also can we stop pretending putting these two specific characters in these life and death scenarios where they have to watch the other dying and their whole world looks like it's coming apart doesn't mean anything?? Finally (for now) here's what I'd like to see next episode. We know Buck is going to see the people he loves but not in the way he knows he knows them. So I'd love to be what prompts him to wake is seeing Chris. But not just any version of him. This Chris is an orphan, his mom died and there wasn't anyone to save his Dad from getting shot. He lives with his grandparents (pre Ramon reckoning), he had to go to them since there was no other parent in Eddie's life to take care of him. So this bright, brave kid is now sad and scared of the world, and Buck knows its wrong. I'll leave you with this mess of thoughts 😭.

Hello friend! We had people over this evening so I'm trying to get this done before I get to bed because I really do need to clear out my inbox (RIP to everyone who came to be salty with me and KR's interviews because we immediately got sneak peeks and poker stills and DO MORE, and my brain went offline).

Seriously, I don't know who started slipping the promo team cocaine but damn. Let us REST for a second! Between them and the fandom coming out in FORCE to wreck us or be horny on main, it's A Lot and I need sleep!

Ryan is out here giving us The Most and KR acting *shocked pikachu* about it just shows how much she sleeps on Ryan as an actor and Eddie as a character.I rewatched 6x10 and like, I know he's got a lot next episode but for a premier maybe we could have checked in with him and Chris since we checked in with literally everyone else at their homes? I'm trying not to be too negative because after s5 and 6a, this is THEE most excited I've been in awhile and I really do think the show is at least trying to course correct after....whatever TF 6a was and the weirdness of s5.

And the stuff with Eddie, it's like, you're right they COULD tell him to do less! They could say "this is what we're looking for" or at least "this is what we're NOT looking for" but clearly his actions were signed off on and made it to air knowing full well what people would see when they watched it. And what you see is a man desperately broken by the possibility of losing his partner. Which is GREAT if the show is working on a s7 Buddie reveal plan (I'm with @outrunningthedark I don't think they want to overshadow the Madney moment coming up which is fine), but it's....disappointing when there is so much good stuff going on right now and all KR wants to talk about is how much fun they had forcing Eddie "they're not really my type" Diaz to casually date randos because that's something he's ever been interested in doing. He really seems like a guy that enjoys wasting his limited free time meeting lots of new people only interested in getting into his pants instead of taking care of his partner who literally died for several minutes, and doing things with his son. Sure Jan. FFS, read the room! Or read the character profile before you start throwing storylines at the wall to see what sticks (lookin' at you sperm donor plot that is apparently giving Nothing). Yeah, yeah, managing expectations with a showrunner like her is good, but it's also a lot of whiplash right now between what we're seeing on our screens and what she's trying to TELL us we're seeing on our screens. I'm just so sick of them giving what should be THEE moment for Buddie only to follow it up by shoving some woman between them like "oh, nothing to see here!" Give me a break. And then what are they going to do for the actual reveal? How are they going to raise the stakes AGAIN? How are they going to be like, "yeah this is the 5th time one of us has almost died, but THIS time it's allowed to be an "Oh" moment for us because TPTB finally signed off on it!" 🙄🙄🙄 On the bright side, the Buddie of it all has kept the show trending off an on for almost two weeks and will certainly continue through next week so at least whoever is paying attention to that stuff and saw how dead everything was after the finale has some comparison to work with!

ANYWAY

Sad an lonely Chris would be HEARTBREAKING and my heart couldn't take it! 😭😭😭 That boy deserves ONLY good things! I will say I am a little...not mad but I am certainly side-eyeing this coma storyline seeming to be about how Buck's work as a firefighter is what changed everyone's lives because like, YES him being at the 118 changed everything for everyone, but also this is the guy who panic-sued the department to get back to work because he felt worthless if he wasn't doing his job. Which we then found out stemmed from childhood trauma and neglect, but right now, for where he's at, he's not questioning his choice of job so he doesn't need a push like Eddie to come back to where he belongs. And he's already wrapped up in a storyline that SHOULD be about him giving up parts and pieces of himself to make other's happy at cost to his own happiness (though right now we don't know WHAT it's suppose to be about since he's not going to struggle with walking away per Oliver and he's not learning anything so what's the point?). So how is better for him to be facing a life where Daniel lived and he's loved and happy (which is what they've been making it sound like) but everyone at the 118 is a mess without him, proving that it's better for everyone ELSE if he sacrifices everything and doesn't get the happy life he always dreamed of? Like I'm not trying to be negative and I'm still REALLY excited about the episode (as you can see from my unhinged posting this week) and I just KNOW everyone's performances are going to slay us, and this storyline might go differently than I'm expecting and be something really great! But I'm just...getting my side-eyes out because if KR has proved anything it's that she can't plan a fucking arc for shit, and she lacks a basic understanding of the trauma and driving forces behind the characters.

Final note because I didn't want to end on that one, I think everyone in the firefam deserves an Emmy for what they're going to give us and I am READY for their reactions to rip my heart out and stomp on it. It is TIME Buck wakes up with his REAL family around his bed and knows how very much he is loved for just being Buck and how hard they fought to bring him back to them, because he's their family and they CHOOSE him. Buck is always the one being left, but he's going to wake up and hear how everyone he loves begged him to stay with them. It's going to be *delicious*

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #911 #911 spoilers #evan buckely #buddie #firefam #i can be side-eyeing something from a fandom perspective #but still take my goggles off enough to enjoy watching it play out when it airs #i reserve the right to be salty about it later #but in the moment i will not be immune to anyone being in tears

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Mental Health Issues: I personally deal with a lot of mental health issues myself and don't want to be writing about it, as it sometimes sends me spiraling. I don't mind a character having anxiety or ADHD, but things like mentions of depression and suicide are off the table.

Serious Disabilities: I refuse to write about things that I cannot represent accurately. This includes disabilities that I don't have. I am unaware of what it would be like to be blind, deaf, mobility issues, etc. I don't want to misrepresent anyone, so I will be refraining from writing it.

Pet Play: This one is mainly for hardcore pet play and goes into hardcore kink lifestyles. A person living in a cage, being nonverbal, and acting like an actual pet is off the table. I don't mind writing about someone being called a kitten and wearing ears and a tail, but that's about as far as I'm willing to go.

#request blog #request page

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commaclear · 1 year

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"at heart, im a himbo. depending on the day mabye some bimbo. point is im hot and stupid at first glance but the more layers you peel the more you see how dastardly i am.

*cough cough* foreshadowing *cough cough*

-ÆÆ anon"

oh they sure are fucking more dastardly than they look, and they're foreshadowing because of what IM ABOUT TO REVEAL TO YOU. well no, they're actually foreshadowing an evil scheme they had planned, BUT IM HERE TO INTERVENE BEFORE YOU CAN LET THE FORESHADOWING SLIP OVER YOUR HEADS.

Oh yeah and I'm quackity apologist anon, btw- I'm intentionally revealing my identity. For why? I'll get there in a minute

qaa. I understand that our history has been mostly all bad, and that I've wronged you a whole lot too. I meddled with you and your new spouses, and I warned Æ Æ about you. because I didn't trust you, and I though I saw in Æ Æ what happened with our marriage, I thought I was preventing more heartbreak.

BUT IT TURNS OUT, I SHOULDNT HAVE BEEN PROTECTING Æ Æ FROM HEARTBREAK IN UR RELATIONSHIP, IT WAS YOU WHO NEEDED PROTECTION.

okay that doesn't sound right I I'm not saying you're a damsel in distress- but I AM SAYING THAT Æ Æ ANON IS A BITCHASS MOTHERFUCKER WHO'S ONLY HERE TO CAUSE CHAOS AND THEN PEACE OUT ONCE YOU GET PREGNANT

AND I HAVE PROOF THRU FORM OF SCREENSHOYS BOTCHES!!!!!

Æ Æ anon and I had been in each other's dms after the whole creepy stalker fiasco and so once I was absolutely destroyed by qaa's analysis abt me, distraught, I ran to my ex stalker to cry about how ruined I was and make peace with them.

but... they didn't seem to want to make peace... so I decided to politely listen...

THEY WILL DENY ALL ACCUSATIONS THIS BITCH

I was hoping they would see I didn't want revenge and stop proposing the scheme but they were COMMITTED in CONVINCING ME

I was backed into a corner. so I pretended to go along with it... with relishing in my love for spicy salsas and a spice. OK IK IK IM NOT VERY GOOD AT ACTING but I think they bought it-

and the fuckin bastard thought I could never reveal what they said that day, WELL THEY UNDERESTIMATED THE POWER OF MY PETTINESS TO SCREW THEM OVER.

and the sad thing is that I liked you Æ Æ, I really did. 🥺 when you stalked me and left me ominous messages I felt seen for the first time in a long time, and though I feared for my life at first, then you showed that you meant no harm and we spoke! I still exposed you because you were being a creep, but you respected my decision when I warned you in ur face that I'd do so and I felt safe enough around u to run to you before anyone else after your spouse psycho-analyzed the fuck out of me.

but now I know that you were only nice to me because I was notorious for causing chaos in the inbox community and you never even cared about ANYONE here. so fuck that, fuck u, eat shit, get exposed, run back to the mountains and grow ur own fuckin chaos carrots bitch. I may have REAL bad issues with my ego and resentment, but if anything I should be GRATEFUL that someone pointed out why I'm so fuckin MISERABLE, not deciding to RUIN THEIR LIFE for your own sick entertainment.

if I'm being honest, this ask might not even stop them from marrying qaa and Wilbur semi defender anon, but I divorced qaa because I thought I came to the realization that we weren't ready for commitment. and now my guts are telling me that there's NO WAY Æ Æ was EVER ACTUALLY INTERESTED IN STAYING IN A COMMITTED, LOVING UNION WITH U 2

so I leave with one final statement:

I WARNED YOU ABOUT STAIRS BRO!!!! I TOLD YOU DOG!

- quackity apologist anon

Holy shit

I don't even have the words

#anons my beloved #quackity apologist anon #my own personal soap opera

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publisher021 · 1 year

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So I wasn't going to say anything, but after much thought, I've decided that I needed to share this.

Yesterday I checked my inbox and found that I had received a comment on one of my fics that I had written a while back, Of broken hearts, break-ups and bridging gaps.

I happen to be one of those people who get reallt excited when I see I get new kudos or comments on any of my fics, and this was the case when I saw that I had gotten a comment yesterday, except I was soon disheartened.

As an art student irl, I have come to accept and even welcome constructive criticism of all sorts. I study graphic design, and before that I was a visual arts student so I've had my fair share of teachers, lecturers and fellow students tell me that they didn't like my work, or it wasn't good enough or simply too clichéd. And at first I used to get so upset by it and always wondered if I should maybe swap to a different subject. But now I appreciate being told because I can always learn from my mistakes or come to perfect my work in the future.

After all, art is something that always changes and not everything can be to everyone's liking. I consider writing a form of art, and it's something I like doing. I freelance and write for clients when I can, and I write fanfics for myself in my own time. These are two separate things. I readily accept criticism on my writing, just like I do with my art.

However, I feel that I HAVE to say something:

We, as writers, do not owe you as a reader ANYTHING. We write for ourselves because we like doing it. We write for those that like our work, and we write as a way to express ourselves. We do not have to explain our thought process, or make changes to our works to suit your liking simply because you do not like the way a character was written or the plot is not going in the direction you wished it would.

Again, I accept criticism. But I do not accept disrespect and people being rude or unkind. And I'll go back to the age old saying; if you do not have anything nice to say, then don't say it at all.

I received a comment from a reader telling me how they would not carry on reading the chapter they were on because they couldn't stand the way I'd written Tony as the one being blamed for everything. How they couldn't stand the 'domineering relationship Pepper and Tony had' in MY fic. Which, actually, I was not aiming for. Also, they told me that Tony being the bad guy in stony fics was the reason why this couple shouldn't be shipped.

(I'll attach the screenshots of this person's comment, as well as my response so you can see it.)

What I'm trying to say is that readers often get really confused and start to blur the lines where fanfics are concerned. They DO NOT have the right to order writers what to do. They DO NOT have the right to tell us how unhappy they are with a fic simply because it's not to their liking. There is a reason there is a back button; if you do not like a fic you can exit it and find a new one to read.

The tone of this comment suggests that this person was either A.) upset because they had read a few horrible fics before mine and simply got triggered by something really insignificant in my fic and decided to leave a horrible comment, or B.) was having a bad day and decided they needed to hurt someone else because they were feeling hurt.

What I don't understand is why, if you're not going to continue reading my fic because you don't like the way it was written, you'd decide to scroll all the way to the bottom to leave a horrible comment stating that you're not going to carry on reading my fic. It's time consuming and petty. Just leave my fic and find a new, much better one.

I understand that most people won't like some of my fics and that's okay! Really, I'm not offended or upset, in fact, I have other fics to choose from.

I love Marvel and Stony, and while this is the best fandom, it's also the most toxic place for people because fans don't realize that writers can change the narrative in their fics. Canon can be changed to suit our liking. We can make subtle changes to a character to make them fit better into our fics, or we can make a certain character the certified 'bad' or 'good' guy.

Enjoy the fics that we writers post for you to read, but I urge you to rethink before you decide to leave a comment. We don't owe you anything. You have no right to get annoyed if we don't go with one of the prompts you suggested, or an idea you liked and thought would suit the fic were currently writing. You can't throw a hissy fit because you think someone is writing your favorite character differently. In fact, if you think we're doing a bad job of writing YOUR favorite character, why don't YOU write a fic??? Seeing as it's so easy? We do this because we like it, not because a gun is being held to our bead and we were ordered to do it. Things like this is what makes being a fan and writer really difficult.

*this post is not eloquently put nor, is it properly thought out as my thoughts were all over the place when writing this. It's basically a rant at this point, and I apologize if my thought process is messy, but I needed to bring light to this. It's something that I've been meaning to say and witnessed with other writers in this fandom and it's simply not acceptable.

Below you can find the comment of the reader which I've left anonymous because I don't want an argument, and then you can also see my response. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

If you guys have any stories like this, leave a comment. Even better, if you have an opinion on this, share it with me. I'd like to know what you think.

All I ask is that people be kind. I don't think that I should be apologizing for my writing when you're the one who chose to go through with something you knew you weren't going to enjoy.

#stony #stony fics #stonyshipper #tony stark #iron man #steve rogers #captain america #avengers #marvel mcu #pepperpotts #fanfic #fanfic writer #ao3 link #ao3 author #mcu fandom #marvel fandom #toxic #thisisnotacceptable #reblog

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twistedmusings · 3 years

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A/N: Planning to post some finished requests tonight thankfully but I wanted to share something super self indulgent with you guys since I just recently got an Alexa! I'm still kind of in a funk (since classes are STILL not over with) so thank you everyone for your kind words in my inbox q wq For now I only have Riddle and Leona...but if everyone likes it I'll make an effort to finish! I kinda am working on Azul's as we speak >:3 Warnings: Boys missing you terribly, Riddle justifying the breaking of rules and Leona realizing that he is talking to an inanimate object.

The Ramshackle Prefect leaves to go to RSA for a month, following a lead that could get them back home. And while the dorm leaders do miss them terribly, it seems one of them is hiding something.

. .

“AZUL-SHI DO SOMETHING.”

The Octavinelle dorm leader barely listened to his friend's request as he also crowded over Idia’s phone, the other five dorm leaders looking down at the screen as a pair of familiar eyes stared back at them.

“Where is Idia? Can you please hand me back to him?”

Riddle blinked at the sprite on the screen before looking back at Idia with a frown.

“Explain yourself, Shroud.”

Idia whimpered as he hung his head low in shame.

“[Y/N]-san...I mean...the Prefect left to go to RSA for a whole month, right? Crowley said it was to help them find a way back home but apparently there was some trouble there too and...and he brought them to fix it...”

Malleus’s neutral expression changes into something a bit sadder while Kalim lets out what everybody was thinking.

“To take them away so suddenly...I didn’t even get a chance to give them a goodbye party!”

“They’re only away for a month, Kalim.” Vil’s eyes stay on Idia’s phone screen.

“But I’m sure a party would have let them know how much I would miss them!”

Riddle clears his throat, “That still doesn’t explain anything about what I am seeing. Why in the world do you have something that looks like...that looks so much like them on your phone!”

Idia was sure this was hell. Of all the people to catch him using his phone during a dorm leader meeting, why did it have to be Riddle? What was he even supposed to answer to that question! That he missed talking to [Y/N]-san about the new animes that were releasing this week that he had purposefully made an AI from data Ortho had collected on them and their mannerisms?

He would rather die!

“I--I was testing a new AI! Just...for schedules and stuff like that! And I didn’t have anything else to base it on so I just took [Y/N]-san’s information and made a prototype! It’s not just going to go out to the public like that! They can customize it however they like--!”

Azul hums as he taps the screen, the sprite giggling as he touches their cheek before looking up at all of them expectantly.

“...A prototype, huh.” he smiles and leans back while taking his phone out, “Everybody stop crowding around him, we might as well be breaking his arm slowly at this point.”

The rest of the dorm leader's move back with only some protest, Idia’s eyes shining as he looks up at his other friend.

“Azul-shi…”

The dorm leader of Octavinelle grins, “If it’s a prototype then that means it needs users, correct? More people to test it out?”

“Eh?”

Azul puts his phone in front of Idia and smiles at him like he was just about to close a rather important business transaction.

“Well then I want the prototype as well. Download it to my phone, will you?”

“Eh?!”

Idia presses his phone to his chest as if Azul was about to take it, looking around nervously as the other dorm leaders take their phones out and set it in front of him.

“If it’s an application for scheduling then I could use it to keep Heartslabyul’s matters in check. I’ll take one too.”

“Ruggie is gonna be busy during exams...this thing better work as an alarm.”

“Surely this would help me keep track of my schedule for both the Monstro Lounge and school. I’ll take one with a statistics program built in, Idia”

“Oh!! I want mine to be able to sing! And can I also get them in Scarabia’s dorm uniform? I want to see what [Y/N]-san would look like!’

“I’ll take that as well. I also want a photo re-touch feature as well as one hour updates as to what is going on in my Magicam account.”

Each phone was placed in front of him as Idia felt his head start to spin. He just wanted to keep this thing a secret only for himself! He wasn’t even planning to release it, it was all just a lie so they wouldn’t know his greatest shame!

A shadow was casted over him, Idia looking up slowly as Malleus smiled and placed his phone down.

“I am eager to see your finished product, Shroud.”

The tarts in front of him looked absolutely delicious.

Trey had really outdone himself this time. The strawberries were cut into perfectly neat shapes and the glaze over them made them so mouth wateringly shiny that he could practically taste the sweet treat without even having to taste it!

Which only made his want of one grow even more.

“And here comes the next batch.” Trey smiles as he puts down another plate in front of him, Riddle’s eyes now staring at that plate while his vice dorm leader cleans himself up.

“When did you say the Unbirthday party was going to be today?”

“A-At three o’clock sharp.”

Trey nods as he looks at the clock in the kitchen.

“Perfect. I promised to meet Jade to get some herbs he has been growing as well as letting him teach me how to make this one soup they had in the Monstro Lounge about a week ago.”

He grabs his phone and heads out, leaving Riddle with a quick goodbye and a promise that he would make it back as quick as possible.

Leaving him all alone with two plates filled with his favourite treat.

The dorm leader looks around once...then twice...checking if anybody was coming into the kitchen before going back to stare at the plates.

It wasn’t like he was going to grab one

The Unbirthday party today would be using pastries that Trey had made yesterday. It was the third of the month so the rules required a completely different pastry. The strawberry tarts were most likely for tomorrow.

So Riddle could wait. He was the Heartslabyul dorm leader after all so not only could he wait but he was required to wait! As the dorm leader he was to set an example and he couldn’t let himself be seduced so easily by just two plates of such yummy looking tarts--!

He quickly takes his phone out and looks down at the screen, face flushing as he tries to remember how Idia told him to open up the new app.

“[Y/N]-san…?”

A face peeks out from the corner of his phone, smiling as it recognizes his face and steps out while giving him a polite bow.

“Good morning, Riddle-san! What can I help you with?”

He can’t help a small rush of excitement at seeing the Prefect’s face after not seeing them for two weeks. Riddle would make an effort to stop and talk to them whenever they made their way to Heartslabyul that not seeing them for so long had almost thrown him off his schedule.

And...he missed the conversations he had with them.

As the dorm leader and a student in NRC he didn’t necessarily have time to go to any other events or take part in any of the shenanigans others would get up to, not that he necessarily wanted to, but it was entertaining when the Prefect talked about it with him.

It felt like they were letting him into their world.

So maybe this substitute would suffice...it was a scheduling app after all so it wasn’t like he was using it for pleasure only.

“Would you please repeat rule 56 of the Queen’s handbook?”

The AI clears their throat as a book animation appears before them.

“Rule number 56: On the third of April, black tea should be served along with pineapple tarts. Followed by a game of cards in which the loser must pour the Queen tea for the rest of the Unbirthday party.”

Riddle sighs as he looks back at the plate of tarts.

“...I guess I’ll wait until tomorrow…”

“Wait until what?”

He looks down at the AI, the sprite blinking in confusion as it waits for an answer. Idia had mentioned adding a conversational feature…

“There is no rule about what to eat tomorrow so I decided that we would have strawberry tarts.”

“Are those your favourite?”

Riddle nods and steps out of the kitchen, making his way to his room as he stared back at the open door.

“They are. Ever since I was little. I couldn’t have many because of--”

He decides to not go deep into the subject.

“I’m sure Trey’s pineapple tarts will be excellent. I will just have to wait until tomorrow to enjoy the strawberry ones.”

The AI hums before the book animation pops up again, looking down and flipping a couple of pages before speaking up.

“Riddle-san. While it does say that black tea should be served with pineapple tarts...it does state that it should be done for the Unbirthday party and the Unbirthday party only.”

He frowns, “Your point?”

“I am sure no rule would be broken if only the Queen has a tea party before the Unbirthday party. From what I am seeing here--”

They flip a couple more pages.

“There is no rule about a tea party of one enjoying a strawberry tart.”

Riddle blinks before looking down at his phone, the sprite smiling as they shut the small book and lets it disappear with a ‘poof.’

No rule would be broken...if it was only a tea part of one?

He looks down at the AI when he hears them giggle.

“Riddle-san looks really happy.”

A blush covers his face at being called out on how big his smile probably was.

“Did I help in any way?”

The dorm leader takes a deep breath before smiling as he looks down at the phone and presses his fingertip on top of their head, rubbing it back and forth as if they were petting them. Something he knew he could never really do with them in real life lest he was looking to get odd looks.

“More than enough. Would you like to accompany me during this tea party?”

“Yes please!”

Riddle nods before looking around once more and clearing his throat.

“And...would you refer to me as ‘dorm leader’ from now on?”

The sprite nods as they give him a polite bow.

“Yes, dorm leader!”

He would need to send his report of the app as quickly as possible, Idia had really outdone himself this time...maybe he could ask if he could get them dressed up in the Heartslabyul uniform?

Riddle still wished you would hurry back.

“Leona-san! Please wake up!”

The blankets on the bed wriggled a bit as the phone was tousled over from one side of the bed to the other, the sprite inside frowning as they tried again.

“Leona-san! Please wake up! Ruggie-san texted you!”

A hand comes out of the blankets before holding the phone up.

“Read the text out loud then.”

Sighing, the AI pulls the text up and reads out loud.

“Please be awake by the time I get there, Leona. I need to make sure I get your signature on these papers for the dorm budget. If you don’t I’ll hold your lunch captive!”

Leona’s face finally pops up from under the blanket, the man sitting up and running a hand through his hair as he speaks up again.

‘Oi. What time is it?”

“It is 3:14 in the afternoon, Leona-san.”

“And when did Ruggie send the text?”

“At 3:00 o'clock.”

He groans and lays back down, the pillows flying about as he holds the phone to his face and smiling when he sees the sprite looking down at him worriedly.

“You really do look like them…” Leona whispers before tapping the screen so that he is poking the sprite’s cheek, “What is that face for?”

“I’m just worried for you, Leona-san. Too much sleep is a symptom of some sicknesses so--”

“Hah? You think I would get sick so easily?” he yawns and stretches, “I’m different from humans. Beastmen need a lot more sleep than regular humans do so...I’m just doing what my body tells me.”

Green eyes watch a notepad appear before the AI as they write down the information, smiling as they close it up and watch it disappear.

“I’ll keep that information in mind so I can serve Leona-san better. Thank you so much.”

Leona blinks at the words before a lazy smile crosses his face.

“Serve me better, huh? Never thought I would hear you say that.”

Usually the herbivore would be frowning and telling him to get up and actually take charge of his dorm and how he didn’t act like any grown up they knew. The sprite, however, tilts their head in confusion before speaking up once again.

“I am yours, after all.”

“Damn right you are.”

He looked at the phone a bit more, the sprite smiling up at him as he poked their cheek or patted their head. A part of him wondered if you would react like that with him as well. You always seemed so annoyed with his antics yet you never failed to come back to talk to him, telling him how he needs to get his act together if he is ever planning to go back to the Afterglow.

Leona would bet money that if he patted your head out of nowhere you would be highly flustered. Getting praise from him was something that didn’t happen often, after all.

“What day is it?”

“The 12th day of April, Leona-san.”

Another two weeks of you being gone. He frowns and closes his eyes as he thinks about you meeting those other students. RSA was just full of idiots...like his brother--

“Dammit.”

He slams the phone down but blinks when he hears a small yelp, turning the phone back around to find the AI looking rather frazzled with their eyes closed and hair all over the place.

“Shit. Are you....okay?”

Great, he was asking an application if it was okay. He could understand why Idia would hide this, right now he felt like he was crazy.

“Y--Yes! It was just unexpected!”

The sprite fixed itself up quickly and smiled back at Leona.

“Are you okay though, Leona-san?”

The dorm leader chuckled and nodded as they set the phone down gently and laid down next to it. At least that part was very much like you, worrying about others before focusing on yourself.

“You’re not going to complain? I almost just threw you.”

Without missing a beat, the AI stands up and looks at him.

“Leona-san is still working hard despite his body telling him to sleep. My program tells me that it would be a natural emotion to feel frustrated if you are not allowed to do something you want. Normal actions of frustration speak of physical manifestations such as kicking, punching or throwing. I was simply calculating it for it to be the latter and for it to happen towards a pillow. I’ll make sure to fix my calculations next time.”

He shakes his head and sets the phone down gently.

“Weird thing. You shouldn’t forgive someone so easily after they wronged you.”

“But you didn’t wrong me, Leona-san. I didn’t feel any pain. I just want to make sure you are feeling your best! You are my number one priority!”

This machine is going to make him go insane, he knows you would never say that but the fact that Idia had gotten your voice down so well that it was almost as if you had just told him he was your number one---

He was already getting a headache.

“Set an alarm for an hour. Ruggie will take around that long anyway.” Leona lays down and wraps the blankets around him.

“Of course. Alarm set for one hour. Would you like to be woken up with a personalized message?”

Leona hummed before grinning.

“Wake me up by calling me ‘King’.”

The sprite fixes its settings before giving a polite bow.

“Yes, my King. Please enjoy your rest.”

After this he would send his report to Shroud and maybe ask for an outfit upgrade. He only needed to show him some Afterglow clothes and the nerd would probably be able to make the AI wear them, right?

Whatever, the moment you came back Leona would make sure that you gave him some headpats for making him wait so long.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #riddle x reader #leona x reader #twst mc #//yeah this is extremely self indulgent...BUT I HAVE An ALEXA NOW AND I FEEL FANCY

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well-its-not-human-anymore · 3 years

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Okokokokokok imagine this: its truth or dare time at the lair and the turtle is dared to kiss his crush (gender neutral), how does it go? Do the boys keep it at a peck or do they go full make out (they have their crush's consent to kiss them for the dare)

Let's imagine that both crush and turtle cant stop thinking about that kiss in the following days, and they're both a little bit awkward around each other everytime someone mentions it or something, would the boys act on it? Or would they wait for them to make a move?

Anyway your writing gives me life dude 💙💜❤🧡

This has sat in my inbox for well over a month, but hey, it keeps everything else in there company, right?

TMNT Headcanons

Why exactly does kissing your crush make emotions feel like punching??

Leonardo

Home boy was not about to admit that you made him nervous

Hell to the no x7

He's the brave, fearless leader, he's not scared of a dare

This is a massive lie

The second those words left Mikey's mouth Leo's face flushed hard enough to cause a hurricane

And you were amused beyond belief

It took everything between you and April to not lose your shit laughing as the oldest brother tried to talk his way out of it

"Come on Mikey! They're probably not even comfortable with that-"

"Hey Fearless! Why don't you let me figure that out on my own?"

Now personally, I've never seen a turtle buffer like a box computer but I can certainly use my imagination

"You don't gotta do it Leo, unless you're scared."

Well fuck, maybe the wink was a little too far

But it did seem to unlock Leo's ability to move his feet

You didn't even get the chance to have a single coherent thought before he kissed you

Luckily, you had about seven inappropriately bad jokes for once he pulled away

Your excuse was that being comedic about it helped the awkwardness between you afterwards

Because holy shit Leo needed it

He liked to think he was assertive but he practically tiptoed around you for days after he kissed you

No worries though, you had no issue with confronting him when you realized that he wasn't going to say anything

"Hey, I'm not sure if you've ever heard this but it's kinda off putting to kiss someone and not take them to dinner. Lucky for you, I'm a very forgiving person so I ordered sushi. Should be ready soon. Meet me at the observation tower downtown in half an hour?"

Despite the two of you getting together only days after that date his brothers still teased him relentlessly for it.

Raphael

Now Raph wasn't exactly known for chickening out on stuff (unless you count heights)

He was a solid wall of muscle, what was there to be scared of?

You?

Evidently so because the second April put the dare on the table he was up and leaving the room

A younger you would've been offended but when Leo began hollering after him you told him to pipe down through your laughter

"He'll be back in a minute. Dude's gotta give himself a pep talk first. Watch."

Man did you love it when you were right

Like a man on a mission Raph came storming back into the room, fast enough to where he wouldn't lose his nerve

April and Casey scrambled backwards when he leaned over you

"We doing this?"

"Well if we don't then I'll be wrong and that's kinda embarrassing so..."

He blanched, staring at you like you'd grown an extra set of arms

"Is that a yes or-"

"Oh just kiss me dumbass."

From your perspective everything exploded when your lips met, everyone else could've died on impact for all you knew

What you did know was that it went on for wayyyyy too long because Mikey was cheering and Leo was trying to get you two to stop

Did it help that April recorded the whole thing to keep as blackmail?

No, not at all. Dick move O'Neil

You would not believe the amount of pestering it took on Donnie's part for him to get Raph to text you in the days following

April practically dragged you back to the lair for game night

You both were so awkward around each other that he almost ended up trampling Casey's foot because he was staring at you

when you were all packing up to head home he pulled you aside

"Look I ah, about the other day- Was that alright? I mean- you liked it?"

This time you didn't fight your smile

"Yeah, I liked it. Did you?"

His response was a shy nod

Casey had to ruin the moment by popping in before either of you could speak again

But Raph did kiss you on the cheek before you left and he got your text later that night that you'd gotten home safe

Michelangelo

was the dare hilarious? yes absolutely

did the two of you crack up immediately after Casey said it?

also yes

Mikey wasn't shy around you or vice versa, the two of you were basically the same person if you ignored the fact that he was a literal turtle

in fact you had joked about it on your own time, more than once that you remembered

which was why now the two of you were grinning at each other like madmen

and without so much as sparing your friends a glance you were on your feet

"You can kiss me- but you gotta catch me first"

then you were gone, turned on your heel and sprinting through the lair towards the tunnels

both of you had broke into furious laughter halfway through the chase, you kept looking over your shoulder to taunt him before speeding up

everyone else heard your shriek of surprise when he snagged you around the waist before you could make your escape

they also heard that shriek get cut off when the youngest brother kissed you into literal oblivion

you would've giggled like a child through it but that likely would've led to suffocation or something and you didn't want to ruin the mood

when you finally separated you made eye contact and grinned childishly at him

he returned your smile for only a moment, then he shoved you onto your ass and took off towards the living area again, leaving you sputtering in dismay

you were panting by the time you stumbled back in and Mikey easily made room for you to collapse on top of him

the others were laughing and even Splinter cracked a knowing smile, this prompted you to glance up at your current seat and wink

"Guys I feel like this might be a good time to tell you that Mikey and I have been dating for over three months."

your moment of triumph was rewarded with the sound of Leo choking on a wonton and Donnie's displeasure of having broth spit on him

best dare ever

Donatello

if he were to be completely honest Donnie would admit that he'd probably do the macarena into another dimension if you so much as hugged him

he was willing to bet money on it

and he nearly dissolved when the words "I dare you to kiss Y/N" left his oldest brothers mouth

he just wanted to drink his damn apple juice, was that asking too much?

apparently so

he spared a glance over at you, swallowing the last of his drink

you were staring at the floor, a mouthful of whatever you'd just eaten making your cheeks puff like a chipmunk

downright adorable

Donnie looked back at Leo, eyes and cheeks burning with embarrassment and perhaps his brother recognized his mistake because he proceeded to take back the dare

you were still staring at the floor, a glassy sheen covering your normally vibrant eyes

"Y/N?"

your head turned so fast you swore you gave yourself whiplash, taking in everyone else's expressions before looking at the turtle who'd called your name

"yeah?"

Donnie gulped

"oh shit- did I miss an important social cue again? I zoned out, sorry."

the purple clad turtle shook his head, sighed, stood up, and left

well now you were both fucking confused and fucking concerned

hands tingly with their previous stillness you set your bowl down and prayed to whatever gods that existed that you didn't hurt your friends feelings

but Donnie didn't rejoin the group for the rest of the morning

and it wasn't until you were all getting packed up to head home that April told you what had occurred while your mind was elsewhere

to say you were infuriated was an understatement and your friend watched you storm through the kitchen and to the training room to let your anger out on a specific dumbass

"Leo what the fuck is your problem?"

the lab neighbored the training room and your words certainly caught Donnie's attention

"Y/N it was just a joke-"

"Jokes are supposed to be funny you pompous asshole. I don't know who shit in your cornflakes this morning but it wasn't Donnie and it certainly wasn't me."

the leader was at a loss for words

"I-"

"Nope, nuh-uh. You fucked up and you're gonna own that shit. Now march your ass over to that lab and apologize to him or I'll show you a real punchline. Emphasis on the punch."

he didn't know what else to do other than to get up and apologize to his brother

Donnie was touched

after the aforementioned apology you went to join your friends on their way out

"hey Y/N!"

Donnie was leaning against the tunnel in a position that told you he was trying to be casual but failing miserably at it

you opted to approach him instead of yelling your conversation across the hall

"yeah Don?"

"I- thanks? for what you did back there I mean."

and damn if you couldn't help but smile

"Nah- don't mention it, " you had to strain your legs a little bit but you managed to press a kiss to his cheek before returning to your normal stance

"I'll text you when I get home."

then he was watching you walk away, hand plastered to the side of his face in shock

he made it two steps on the way back to his lab before fainting

There are not words to describe how much I loved this damn thing. Hope you love it too! 💜

-Mars 🌠

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unofficial-estonia · 2 years

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Hi, yet another Finn here, annoyed by another anon.

I don't want to go on a rant in your inbox so I'll try to keep this short. As someone who has only in the last few years started to look more into the less spoken about Finnish history, I just want to say I hope our countries can somehow strengthen our relationship in the future. It's an uncomfortable truth for us that we've treated Estonians very dissmissively in our past, but it's a fact I think Finns should all acknowledge.

I'm on board of joining NATO because not only does Finland need a security system but if we joined it would strengthen the security over the Baltic Sea. I don't plan to underrate Finland's problems with Russia, but I think we as a country should acknowledge that our history with Estonia isn't as "brotherly" as most make it out to be, and that Estonians have in fact not been overreacting. Frankly, I think it's quite amazing our countries have been able to be in good terms, and I'm thankful for that.

I would love to see Finland cooperate with the Baltic States and work towards a common goal of security. The past is gone, it can't be changed, but I hope we'll become better neighbors to you in the future. I hope that the current state of Europe will open the eyes of the Finnish goverment and we'll join you guys in NATO soon.

Thanks for reading & stay safe 💙🖤🤍

Just saying this is the last ask I am gonna take this. If the first anon comes back or anyone else wants to have a go I am just gonna clear my inbox. I think we can leave Estonian-Finnish relations on the back burner for now and focus on Ukraine instead.

I mean the first anon can say whatever they want. They are allowed to say they don't want Finland to join NATO. That's fair game. But what annoyed the most from that post was that Finnish arrogance Estonians are well familiar with.

Yes, Finland wasn't occupied like we were. We are more than well aware that the independence Finns had came with a heavy price tag and hurt the Finnish outlook for years. We know that some Finns are okay with sacrifices that were made and think it was the right thing to do. We are aware of that. It's not our place to tell Finns to think otherwise. Some Finns also think it's the way to continue. Okay fair, Finland is not Estonia, therefore Estonians don't get to have anything more than opinion.

It's just that - what was part of the price and are you willing to pay it again, may we Estonians ask? We both know the answer, but Estonians are just too polite to answer and Finns would rather not answer. (Although yes, I have mentioned it before - if Finns bring it up in a roundabout way, I think it's a free game for us to say it outright).

Our history and relationships are complicated. It's hard to find and other two nations that aren't really. The two countries share history, but also for a lot of our histories paths diverge. This has led up to the current situation.

Finns yell us at for "telling them what to do" and how "Estonians just don't understand!" then turn right around and tell Estonians what to do and how to interpret this or that.

(Not going to lie, I feel incredibly uncomfortable with some of my Finnish followers, because I know some of them hate Estonians and have favourable views of certain empire from history. Yet they follow this blog, but okay I guess.)

Finland is regionally very important to us, so Estonia is going to bend to Finnish will to almost uncomfortable levels, we know that. However, that does not mean we want to be Finns or something like that. We're Estonians, and that's okay. We don't need to be Finns.

And as for the fact that Estonians don't understand Finnish relations with Russia - well, Finland sure as hell doesn't understand our relationship with Russia either.

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ticketstomydaydreams · 3 years

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5:3666

(All We Have: Part Two)

Part One

Colson x Female Reader

Summary: You and Colson fall into a night time studio routine when he starts keeping you company through your insomnia and you decide to work though some past demons

Word count: 3,200 (ish, I lost count editing)

Feels: Fluff with a dash of past trauma

Warnings: Drug & alcohol consumption, domestic violence, cursing, Colson being so sweet it almost makes your teeth hurt

Companion playlist:

Machine Gun Kelly - 5:3666

Warren Zevon - I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

The Vamps - All Night

Halsey - You Should Be Sad

A/N: If you've been affected by anything in this story, please know you're not alone. My inbox is always open and I'm all ears 🖤

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During the first couple of weeks of moving in, you’d been partying A LOT. The guys wanted to show you just how mad it got, breaking you into their chaotic household, blending the days together. Everyone was hyper and the house was buzzing with energy. You'd been so exhausted from all of it that you'd been all but passing out each night, but you couldn’t lie, it was great fun.

You’d tried to pass on a few nights but Colson would never hear of it, often forcing you out of your room to get involved as the house was filled with people, jam sessions taking place in between drinking games. It was a far cry from your usual homelife, your last housemate mainly kept to themselves so your place was normally pretty chilled. Colson had used your place as a quiet escape over the years, but it seemed you wouldn’t have the same set up extended to you here with this lot.

With the pandemic unfolding, the house had started getting quieter, less people in and out every night and everyone was settling into a lazier way of life. The gang were mooching around the house throughout the day and while the house was still lively at night, it wasn’t quite the party central you’d almost started getting used to. Your normal working routine went out the window as everyone had started working from home mainly and without your daily routine, followed by nights out partying, your insomnia was back with full force.

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You were lying in your bed, trying to force sleep on yourself but after trying to nod off for a couple of hours, you accepted defeat and got back up. Throwing some sweats on and one of Colson’s huge hoodies (you’d been slowly sneaking them out of his closet, finding that the masses of material drowning your small frame were super comforting), you headed down to the kitchen, turned the stove on and filled the kettle up. You were scrolling through your phone when you heard footsteps on the tiled floor. Colson strolled into the kitchen looking disheveled in a white tank top and boxer shorts, hair ruffled and looking sleepy

“Dude, it’s 3am how come you’re up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, living that oh so fun insomnia life again” you sighed “Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I was already awake. Couldn’t sleep either and heard someone moving about so thought I’d come down” He replied, climbing onto one of the breakfast stools

“Yeah, I think it’s not having much of a routine. Hate lying in bed staring at the ceiling so just got up. You want a cup?” you offered, pointing to the chamomile tea you were brewing

“Sure, thanks” he says, taking the steaming mug from you

You sit down at the breakfast bar with him and start chatting, scrolling through instagram as you do. After about an hour, as you’re talking about an article you’re reading, you notice Colson doesn’t respond and you look to your right and see he’s fallen asleep, leaning on his hand, his mouth slightly ajar.

“Hey, sleeping beauty” you whisper, rubbing his back with your hand “Go to bed”

He slightly jolts at your touch, opening his eyes “Nah man, I’m keeping you company”

“Some company” you laugh softly “pretty sure you just slept through all my rambling there”

He leans against your shoulder, closing his eyes again “Hey, at least you’re not sitting here alone. That’s something right?”

“That’s true” you smile, leaning your head against his “You’re very appreciated, do you know that”

You gently push him upright and stand up “Come on, let’s go to bed. I’m pretty tired myself, so you’ve definitely helped”

He’s laid his head down on his arm on the counter, his breathing getting heavy immediately so you pull his other hand making him stand up. He stands up and puts his arm around your shoulder as you walk towards the stairs, your legs feeling heavy as you climb each step, carrying some of Colson’s weight as he sleepily walks with you

Once you’re standing outside your bedroom doors, he pulls you in for a hug

“Night kid, don’t be wandering around bored if you can’t sleep yeah? Just come get me. Nothing worse than sitting up alone at night…”

“Will do. Thanks Col” You squeeze him a bit tighter as he kisses the top of your head

“Night” you smile, as he let’s you go and turns and heads into his room, waving his hand up behind him

Undressing and crawling into bed, your eyes feel heavy as your head hits the pillow. Colson was right, insomnia was a much less lonely experience with a friend.

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Of course, as is always the way after your sleepless nights, you sleep in super late the following day meaning the cycle continues and you find yourself wide awake as the witching hour approaches. Feeling restless in your bedroom, you get up, and decide to head downstairs and out into the studio because you figure you might as well put this time to good use. You settle into a chair with your acoustic guitar and started playing, stopping and starting as you figure out a melody, working your latest lyrics in with it

“I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest. Got no anger, got no malice…”

“I thought I told you to come get me if you couldn’t sleep”

You almost drop your guitar as you hear Colson’s voice behind you, “Jesus, how are you such an enormous human but you still manage to creep up on me all the time?”

“Just a stealthy motherfucker I guess” He laughs, flopping into the chair next to you

“Whatcha working on? That sounded sweet, keep playing…”

Colson knows you sometimes get a bit self-conscious with people watching you sing, so he lights his joint, rests his head on his hand and closes his eyes. You smile as you see what he's doing, thankful he always understands what you're like.

You turn back to your notepad, reading over your lyric outline quickly before repositioning the guitar in your lap and resetting the metronome

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‘I wanna start this out and say, I gotta get it off my chest

Got no anger, got no malice, Just a little bit of regret

No, nobody else will tell you, so there's some things I gotta say

Gonna jot it down and then get it out and then I'll be on my way

No, you're not half the man you think that you are

And you can't fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs, and cars

I'm so glad I never ever had a baby with you

'Cause you can't love nothing unless there's something in it for you

Oh, I feel so sorry, I feel so sad

I tried to help you, it just made you mad

And I had no warning about who you are

I'm just glad I made it out without breaking down

And then ran so fuckin' far, that you would never ever touch me again

Won't see your alligator tears

'Cause, no, I've had enough of them’

___

“Man, that was beautiful Y/N. I got some chills right there…You just wrote that?”

“Nah, it’s something I dug up from ‘back then’. Been going through some old lyrics and samples while we’ve got all this time on our hands. It’s kinda cathartic to go over some of that stuff now there’s a bit more distance you know”

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A couple of years ago, you’d been stuck in a really toxic relationship with your ex, Stevie. Your time with him had been a tornado of arguments, drugs and the constant heartache of him cheating on you. Every time you’d get close to having the strength to leave, you’d always cave in and the mess would continue with you losing a bit of yourself each time you stayed. You’d become pretty used to his violent outbursts, he had always been controlling and short tempered, often pushing you and throwing stuff around your apartment. Despite his own frequent infidelity, he flew into a jealous rage with you constantly.

He’d always hated Colson, despite him being one of your best friends, and while he’d play nice to his face you’d always get it in the neck once you were alone about how you and Colson were ‘too close’ and he ‘didn’t trust him’. Before that final night you’d spent with him, things had been pretty good with the two of you for a few weeks, there hadn’t been much drama and so you hadn’t thought too much of inviting him out with you and the gang for a night out clubbing. Your good run had clearly come to an end, when you felt his hand grab your arm tightly and drag you off the dancefloor where you’d been dancing with Colson. You’d been bundled into an uber so quickly, you hadn’t even managed to get your handbag from inside. You saw Colson running out of the club, followed by Rook and Slim who was holding your bag, as the cab pulled away.

Once you were back at the apartment, he flew into a rage. You’d never seen him this bad before, his eyes were dark and when you tried to argue back, calling his jealousy ‘pathetic’ he snapped. He’d grabbed you by the throat and slammed you against the wall, “Don’t you ever disrespect me like that again” he’d spat in your face, before striking you so hard with his fist that the skin across your cheek split open. It was as if his actions had knocked him back to reality, he’d let go of you and you ran to your bedroom, locked the door behind you and started packing a bag. He hammered on the door, begging you to open it and you could hear that he was crying. You looked around for your phone before you remembered you’d left it at the club. Desperate to get away, you opened your laptop and brought up instagram, managing to send Colson a message asking him to send you an uber to his house straight away. You’d thrown your laptop and a few more bits in your bag, the battery dying before you had a chance to wait for a reply, before pulling the bedroom door open and barging past Stevie. He’d tried to grab you, but you’d finally had enough “Never fucking touch me again” you spat, pushing him off you. The hatred in your voice rooted him to the spot and he said nothing as you walked out, the door slamming behind you.

Once you were outside the apartment building, the reality of what had just happened and the situation you were in started to wash over you. You had no phone, no wallet, your laptop was dead. Just as you were starting to seriously panic, an uber pulled up and Colson had leapt out of the backseat. You’d been in total shock and had just let Colson guide you into the cab and then out into his house, up to his room. He didn’t say anything as he led you to his bathroom and lifted you up onto the counter. He grabbed a flannel and soaked it with warm water, rinsing it out before pressing it softly against the cut on your cheek, gently wiping away the blood that had mixed with your mascara laced tears. The tenderness of his actions was almost too much and you started to sob again.

“Hey, hey. Y/N, look at me” he said softly, lifting your chin so you looked at him, his blue eyes misty themselves “It’s okay, you’re safe here. Don’t move, I’ll be back in a sec”

He left the bathroom and returned with a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. Putting them on the counter next to you, he crouched down and undid the straps on your heels, slipping them off your feet and then helping you down from the counter. “I’ll leave you to change”

When you came out of the bathroom, Colson was lying in his bed “Come here” he said, holding his arm and beckoning into his side. You crawled under the covers next to him and snuggled into him, his long arms wrapping around you.

“Col…” you said quietly

“Yeah?” he whispered back, stroking your hair off your forehead

“Thank you…”

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve always got you Y/N”

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“I hated that fucking guy. That night...I wanted to kill him after what he’d done to you”

You see him tense up at the memory and you lean over and squeeze his knee “You’re such an amazing friend, do you know that. I don’t know what I would’ve done that night without you”

"You're a fucking warrior Y/N, you'd have handled your shit. I was just happy you trusted me enough to let me be there for you. You deserve so much better than that" he says, covering the hand you'd placed on his knee with his, staring you in the eyes and returning the smile that's crept across your face

"You know there's been a few punches I've wanted to dole out on behalf of you over the years, but you've never let me" you tell him

"Too right I'd never let you. I never want you in the drama, you're too good for getting caught up in that shit" he replies, pointing at you with mock sternness

"Hey" he says, seeing your expression wash over with a tint of sadness "At least the sleepless nights aren't what they were then…

… If we're gonna work through some old demons this lockdown, I'm sure I've got some songs and lyrics that have never seen the light of day" He reaches over the desk and pulls his laptop towards him "You've inspired me… "

"Oh no, are we gonna fuck our heads up with this?" you joke nervously, worrying that Colson's going to delve into something that's going to upset him

"Nah, I got you covered and you got me, right?"

"True dat" you say, as he holds his fist out so you can fistbump, his eyes now focused on his laptop screen

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You felt kinda bad, having kept Colson up all night with you the last two nights, especially as you'd got him reminiscing about some tough memories, so tonight you tried to sneak past his room when your restlessness got the better of you.

"Nice try kid!" Colson says as he throws his bedroom door open, causing you to yelp in fright. standing there topless with his sweatpants hung low in his hips, he lights the joint hanging from his mouth "I told you we were in this together now"

"I felt bad, making you stay up with me"

"You didn't make me do shit…Wait a sec, let me find a hoodie. If I have any left in here…" he says, giving a pointed look towards the huge blue hoodie you were wrapped in before walking back into his room and rummaging through his drawers

"Oh shush, you have like a hundred…"

"Right come on" he says, pulling a pink hoodie over his head and flipping the hood up over his messy hair "Let's see what we get into tonight…"

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And so the nights went on like this, the two of you falling into an easygoing studio routine. If there wasn't anything else going on in the house, you'd eat dinner together then head to the studio and work through the night into the small hours, skipping out the pretense of trying to sleep. You were both pretty productive at this time it seemed, both being proclaimed night owls, and keeping busy during these uncertain times was keeping your minds off the unfolding pandemic.

Considering he’d referred to his home studio in the past as the ‘rage cage’ (and it certainly could still be party central when the entire crew got involved), it was actually a place you drifted towards to relax these days. You’d always worked well together in a studio, but over the weeks spending so much time just the two of you, you became more in tune with each other, noticing when one of you had hit a wall and it was time for bed. Sometimes you'd work in comfortable silence, side by side, engrossed in your own seperate tasks. Sometimes barely any work would get done as you put the world to rights talking about anything and everything in a late night impromptu therapy session.

This evening, you'd been sitting cross legged in your chair for hours now, focusing so hard on editing a song which was driving you mad, you hadn't realised your feet had gone numb. As you try to move, your knees crack and pins and needles shoot through your legs. Colson looks up from the screen he'd been engrossed in after hearing you groan and sees you rubbing your feet trying to bring back the feeling to them

‘C’mere’ he said, before turning his chair towards you and leaning down to grab your legs, bringing your feet up onto his lap. He pulls your socks off and begins massaging your feet. You lean your head back, eyes closed and let out a long ‘hmmm’. You don’t see Colson glancing over at you and shifting in his seat as he lets out slow breath before turning back to his screen

“Now this is the kind of work session I could get used to”, you sighed "You being my studio bitch on hand for foot rubs. Although, I imagine this enjoyment goes both ways Mr Foot Lover” you tease, throwing him an exaggerated wink

Colson throws his head back with a hearty chuckle, and light heartedly slaps your calf

"Keep it in your pants Y/N"

You laugh and wiggle your toes, Colson letting out a dramatic, throaty groan in response. "Those are some sexy little toes though" he states, sticking his tongue out.

Still laughing, you put your hand to your chest, and gasp as you feign prudishness and try to pull your feet away. He grabs both your feet in one of his hands, keeping them in place then leans over the desk and pulls your laptop towards you

"Get on with some work you, this is supposed to be keeping you motivated, not distracted"

He scolds affectionately, with a smile on his face

“Okay, okay, spoilsport” you grumble as you pull your computer onto your lap

Half an hour passes, your legs still on Colson’s lap with him still massaging your feet absentmindedly with one hand while he works, and your eyes begin to feel heavy. You don’t realise you’ve fallen asleep, until you’re awoken by a “woah” from Colson as he catches your laptop which is about to fall. Taking it from your lap, he states “Right, time for bed you”

You check your phone and see it’s already 5:36am.

You stand up and stretch then walk over behind Colson, putting your arms around his shoulders, and resting your chin on his head. Looking at his screen, you yawn “You got much left to do?”

He leans back into you, bringing his hand up to rest on your arm, “Making some good progress so just gonna finish a couple of bits”

“Okay dude” you gently kiss the top of his head and squeeze the back of his neck a couple of times as you turn to leave “Try and get some rest, we’ve got a long day of sweet fuck all to do tomorrow” you say through another big yawn

“Heh yeah, Night Kid” he says softly, letting out a yawn himself. Colson turns and watches you head out of the studio and lets out a big sigh. Feeling the back of his neck still tingle from where you’d squeezed it, he’s suddenly aware of how empty the room feels without you in it....

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spellthemoon · 3 years

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THAT WINTER

Mark Tuan x Reader. Angst.

***

Winter, 2019

Today, there was a rude customer. She treated me like i'm her servant. I really wanted to scream but i bit my tongue to keep being professional. It wasn't a good day but i'm finally in my room wearing my pajama. I hope tomorrow will be a better day. How's your day, Mark?

Today i went to a cafe alone. It was so comfortable. But there's a couple sitting in front of me. They looked so cute. It made me miss you more. How are you, Mark?

Spring, 2019

I'm so sad now. I fight my with friend. I caught her boyfriend holding hands with another girl and i told her but she didn't trust me. She said i should mind my own business. Am i wrong?

Summer, 2019

I feel so lonely these days. I feel like everyone is leaving me one by one. You too.

Winter, 2020

After a long tiring day, the thought of writing an email for you is enough to give me strength through the day. I know you're not going to reply. Maybe you will not even read my emails. Well, do you even still use this email? Regardless, please allow me to use this email to talk to you. This is the only way to reach you and it's enough for me. Anyway, how's the weather in LA?

Summer, 2020

Why did you leave me without a word?

I miss you. Please come back to me. I miss you so much.

Winter, 2020

Mark, how's your day? I hope you're healthy and doing well. Mark, Mark Tuan. The name i really miss to call. The name that brings me smile and tears.

Mark, i'm sorry for everything. If you read all my emails, i must be look so pathetic to you. It's been two years but i keep doing this. I didn't understand why you left just like that. I didn't understand why you cut me off just like that. Even when i can finally meet you, i will not ask any question. From now on, i'll just accept it. Now i know what i need is not an answer. What i need the most is acceptance. I'll accept that we have to parted ways like this. I'll accept the fact that we already ended. I'm sorry it took me two years. I'll stop what i've been doing for the past two years. Goodbye, Mark. I'm sorry..

***

It's been two months since you stopped send any email to him again. It's still hard for you because you used to do that whenever you need someone to listen to you about what you feel. You can't tell anyone else but him. You used his inbox as your own diary and now you decided to close it forever. So much questions are still lingering on your mind. Why he left you without a word when the two of you didn't even fight? What kind of mistake you did to be left alone just like that? How could you heard it from anyone else? Leaving you like a fool. Why did he treat you like you didn't exist? Why did he has to hurt you like that?

Day by day, the questions are on your mind. You keep thinking about it every single night for the whole two years. Your heart is broken into pieces and you can't even cry anymore. But right now, you decided to close all the feelings and memories. It's time to accept the fact that someone whom you love has dumped you. He abandoned you. You have to accept it so you heart will be in peace.

You started with the emails and deleting all the pictures you have with him. You throw away his clothes from your closet. You still have a hard time to erase all the memories of him from your mind but you do it little by little. You tried to not have any grudge, you tried to only remember him as a good person, as someone you once loved. You do that for your own good. So, you won't be living your life in vain. So, you can fully accept it and start your day with the new you. You, who stop hoping for someone who doesn't want to be on your side.

***

You decided to have a night walk on your way home. It's the end of winter season so the wind still feels so cold but not freezing. You love it this way. Winter is your favorite season although it brings some an odd feelings to you. Winter is the season when you feel so lonely the most but it's also the season that makes you calm.

You enjoyed the night breeze and walked slowly. It's how you relieve the stress through the day. You feel refresh again. You looked up to the sky and really appreciated the moon that gives the light to your night.

You just looked around the streets and the branches that soon will have a beautiful flower. The night was so more beautiful than usual. It was when you see a really familiar figure about five meters from you, you stopped your step. Your whole body was malfunctioning in second. You were in the verge of crying when you thought that you're just hallucinating. You can't trust your own eyes. The person who also looked at you without a sound, took his step closer to you.

When you saw Mark moved forwards from his place, you took a step back. Three more steps back when he took another step to you. You wanted to scream at him, telling him to stop but you can't even open your mouth.

Mark hesitated to take another step when he saw you took a step back. His heart was pounding crazily. His hands were so cold. It's so hard for him catch a breath. Mark kept move forwards to get closer to you. He took other steps more confidently when you stayed at your place. He could see your expression and he felt like someone just throw a big punch to his chest.

"It's been a while." He said when he's already in less than one meter from you.

***

You couldn't avoid the situation even though you wanted to escape from this so badly. You were so confident that you already forgetting everything about him but it's all crushed when he's here, sitting next to you at the park in winter night. You couldn't even look at his face because you're afraid that you'll cry like a mess. You don't want that. He's no one, right now.

"How are you?" Mark started the conversation carefully. He looked at you who still avoiding to look at him.

"I'm good." You said. You tried to show him that you don't want a further conversation even though you still have all the questions of why he left on your mind. But you buried those deep inside your heart. It's over already.

"I'm here just to see you."

You really didn't know what to answer. You just wanted to run away from this situation so you just stayed quiet. You didn't care about his reason why he wanted to see you. At least you tried to convince yourself that you don't care anymore.

"I want to explain anything. For what i did two years ago." Mark said in a calm manner.

How could he? How could he's so calm like that when he knows he crushed your heart two years ago.

You hold back your tears. You have promised yourself you will not cry because of him again. You will not let yourself hear a word from him. Not after two years.

"You don't need to. It's already two years ago." You said, still didn't look at him.

"But i still think i have to explain everything to you. I want..."

"And i think i have a right to not want to hear it, don't you think so?" You cut him off and raised your voice intentionally.

"I always read your emails." Mark's words made you close your mouth. "I.. i always waited for your email. Everytime."

Now he made you more confused than before. You don't understand his mind at all. "What are you saying?"

Mark looked down because the guilt feelings attacked him strongly. He suddenly couldn't face you. He deserves tha hatred look from your eyes.

"I needed to go back to LA because of family matters. My parents needed me to be there."

"I said i don't want to hear it." You stood up and ready to walk away from him but Mark hold your hand.

He let go of your hand when he realized that it feels so strange to hold your hand after two years.

"Please. Please let me explain everything. I know it won't change anything but please give me time to tell you what happened." Mark pleaded.

"I didn't tell you anything and just left you without saying anything was because i was so scared that i wouldn't have a guts to leave. I was so scared that i would abandoned my family for you. I was scared if i came to you before i go back, i wouldn't be able to leave." Mark finished his words and gasping. He didn't let you cut his words. "Reading your email always saddened me but it kept me working hard to settle my family matters so i can come back to here. To you. You suddenly stop sending email for months and i was so worried."

Now you can look at Mark's eyes. He got teary eyes just like you. But you won't let a single tear falls.

"You did those things for yourself, right? But did you ever think about me? For how broken i was? We were just talking at night and suddenly you're gone in the morning and left me with nothing." You're out of breath. "I was worried like a mad woman, did you know that? When your friend told me that you're going back to LA, did you know how confused i was? And now what? You said you read my emails? You wait for it?" You let out a hurtful laugh. You're so sure people nearby can hear how thick the sadness you have in your voice.

"Mark, you didn't just broke my heart as a girl. You broke me as a person." You took a deep breath. You have to finish this fast because you feel like you'll throw up. Your head is so hurt. "For the past two years, i can't sleep peacefully. I feel so lost. I keep asking myself what did i do to you. When i decided to stop send you an email was because i wanted to forget everything about you. I'm almost there. It's no use to explain everything to me right now. It's too late, Mark."

You hope Mark will stop because you can't handle anything anymore. Him explaining everything to you is like reminding you to the wound that almost healed.

Mark couldn't say anything because he heard you. He heard how your voice was so hoarse and how your face was full of sorrow and frustration. Mark knew he's selfish. He hurts you twice. When he left you, he was only thinking about himself and now when he came to you after two years, he's only thinking about himself too. If Mark was someone else, he'd make sure to punch himself hard on the face.

Mark could not even call your name when you turned your back and walked away from him. He was looking at your back with regrets.

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tuancore · 3 years

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Purple Hearts || { Part 3 } :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader.

Genre- Angst | Non-Idol AU , Disorder AU.

Summary- I'll continue to love you for as long as I'm breathing, but I won't let my love come in between your happiness.

*GIF not mine, credits to the owner*

"I thought you were going to stay at BamBam's place toni—", Your words were cut as Yugyeom grabbed your arms harshly making you yelp in pain. "You're hurting me Yugyeom!", You informed still struggling to remove his hand but all he did was give you a stern look.

"Hurt? You say hurt huh?", He chuckled sarcastically before yanking your arms from his grasp, "Do you even know what you fucking got yourself into?".

"Yugyeom!", You yelled at his language.

"No Noona, not today!" He shouted back with those fierce eyes which you have seen only once or twice in your lifetime, "You..." He pointed his fingers at you as he spoke "You are the one who is responsible for everything!".

"I don't know what you're saying", You muttered softly turning around avoiding eye contact. "You don't know? You don't know?! Woah! Such a great actress aren't you?".

You exactly knew what he was referring to but you didn't want him to rub salt on your wounds gulping a tight knot in your throat, you said, "Yugyeom not now".

"Not now, then when? You never fucking told hyung that you liked him! You never told him that you have loved him every single moment of your life since you came to know the meaning of love!....." He added roughly, "But I never interfered I thought— actually all of us thought that you will confess to him yourself! But look at what you did....you gave his hand to Somi?".

"I didn't do anything... Jinyoung loves Somi, not me" You informed still your back facing him. "Yeah you are correct... because you didn't do anything for yourself....for your love....for your heart .....but you did for Jinyoung hyung!".

"I didn't do anything for anyone! He loves Somi and he's marrying her that's it!" You snapped, "Don't get me involved into this".

"Jinyoung hyung told us that it was you who helped him with Somi, he told us about all the date plans....all the outings that you planned for them..." Yugyeom blurted monotonously grabbing your arm again and forcing you to face him, "You fucking became a matchmaker!".

"Why would you do that to yourself? Why?" This time your brother's voice utterly soft, his eyes glimmering with tears, "I did it for him..." You whispered as a tear slipped down your left cheek, "I did it for Jinyoung, I did it for his happiness....".

"You shouldn't have....Why don't you ever think about yourself....... even for once? When will you understand that his happiness is not everything"

"That's where you are wrong....his happiness is everything for me, he is everything for me", You expressed with so much pain in your voice.

Yugyeom knew that you were not only hurting but were broken after what Jinyoung has done today. He shouldn't be getting angry at Jinyoung, he has absolutely no right to but he can't seem to stop thinking about your heart. He has spent all his age watching you caring for him and loving him.

"Then why are you crying ? You should be enjoying and celebrating his happiness but here you are in your room....crying your eyes out", Yugyeom whispered lightly.

"I'm— I'll be alright it's just a moment of weakness I'll overcome this, trust me", You stammered wiping your tears from the sleeves of your dress, "You should go back, you promised Bam for a sleepover remember?" You chuckled trying to ease the tension.

Yugyeom kept quiet observing your facial expressions even if you laughed and proclaimed to get better, he understood that you won't. You can never get over your broken heart, your broken soul and on top of everything you can never get over Jinyoung.

"Go or should I call BamBam to carry you?" You teased pushing him out of your door but he was in no mood for humour. No words left his mouth but he obliged to leave you to yourself for now.

"I'll be one call away", He said walking away from you.

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Since that night you avoided seeing Jinyoung at all costs, you were not hating on him but you needed some time to collect yourself so that you can face him again. You drowned yourself into your job doing overtime as well. The thing that also chewed you from inside was Yugyeom's silence, he no longer got excited seeing you coming home with handful of his favourite take outs, no longer went outside for fun or drinks.

"Yugyeom!" You shouted from outside his bedroom's door when he refused to come out, "Yugyeom! Come out please! Please!".

"My stomach is full, I have no appetite for more", his monotone landed a hard slap on your face. He was purposely trying to avoid you as well it was so clear. "Yugyeom I know you're angry at me but please don't vent your anger out on food....you....you haven't eaten anything since previous night".

"Why do you care? All you care about is Jinyoung hyung then go and care for him! I don't need your consolation!" He shouted.

"Please Kyum don't do this to yourself, think about yourself", You practically begged him after all he's your little brother.

He unlocked the door standing tall in front of you, with those emotionless eyes folding his arms to his chest, "Hypocrisy! You are telling me to think about myself when you yourself doesn't think about yourself".

"That's a different topic Kyum, come one let's eat", You commanded holding his wrist dragging him downstairs to the dining table.

"Why don't you let me starve? Why are you trying to feed me when I don't want to?" He asked vehemently yanking his wrist from your grasp. "Because I'm your Noona, you're my little brother, I can't see you suffering!", You expressed boldly.

"If I'm your brother...then you're also my sister, how do you expect me to stay calm and watch you suffering alone? You think I've not noticed how much stress you're taking on yourself just to avoid hyung and his thoughts? That I've not heard you sobbing in the middle of the night? That I've not noticed how miserable you have become? You think.........it's a good and pleasing sight for me?.......It's been three weeks and all you've done is cry every single night, skip meals and overwork yourself.....you promised me that you'll get over him and this......", He circled your face in air with his index finger, " This is not called moving on....you're destroying yourself from outside as well".

"Then what do you expect me to do?" You challenged him.

"Tell him that you love him", he stated without any trace of humour, "Tell him everything about your feelings for him".

"I—I can't d—do that".

"If that so then I've absolutely no problem in informing him myself", He shrugged.

"You won't do that Yugyeom...." You pleaded, "He's getting married in two and a half months—".

"So what? His marriage or his love life is none of my concern but you are....and I can't let him love someone else while you're on the verge of dying!" He yelled in rage "And now the choice is yours either you tell him that you love him or I will......you have a week".

With those words he rushed back inside his room slamming the door shut, he got you into a dilemma if you told Jinyoung that you love him, you always have loved him and only him— he'll definitely reject you on your face and the things will get awkward between you both, even more than strangers or worse if he decides to break all strings with you.

Technically the same thing will happen even if Yugyeom were to tell Jinyoung. Holding your head in between both your hands you tried to contain yourself, by the way Yugyeom is reacting you're dead sure that he will not step back from his word.

"A week.." You sighed to yourself, "What am I supposed to do?".

My Neung Neung :

Hey why are you not answering my calls?

My Neung Neung:

Yugyeom told me that you're busy with some paperwork but I miss you.

My Neung Neung:

Please let's hangout this Sunday just you and me like old times.

My Neung Neung:

It's so boring without you T_T I'm losing my mind please lets meet up please please.

My Neung Neung:

I'll fill your inbox unless you call me or text me.

My Neung Neung:

Please! Come on girl you can't be that busy to not talk to me.

My Neung Neung:

Y/N !

Hellooooooo!!!!

Anyone there!!!!!

Hey my bestie!!!! Your Jinyoungie is missing you!!!!

He needs you!!!

Come on!!!

You can't avoid me like this !

I love you Y/N!

His messages brought that smile to your face which you had been missing for weeks now, he really had that impact on you. Your eyes stopped at 'Your Jinyoungie' and 'I love you', you felt your breath hitching your mind shouted that it was out of friendly love and gesture but your heart said otherwise that he really needed you and that he loves you like you love him when you knew it can't be possible.

Surely you had been successful in avoiding him for straight three weeks but he never stopped calling you atleast hundred times a day, doesn't he have Somi to look after or call her over if he wants some company, however this is the first time he has messaged you in these weeks. And seeing how much you yourself missed Jinyoung, you couldn't bring yourself to ignore him anymore, so you decided to message him back.

You :

Sorry I was really busy with my job but I'll be free after tomorrow.

Let's hangout together on Sunday.

Clicking the send, you sighed heavily wondering about what you'll do regarding Yugyeom's threat when your phone buzzed again you unlocked it hoping for Jinyoung's reply but the name on your screen got your mind spinning.

Aunt Park :

Let's meet tomorrow at my house, no excuses.

And don't worry Jinyoung won't be there.

Part 2 | Master list | Part 4

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literaticat · 2 years

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What is the protocol for an agent being off of work? For example, if an agent is going to be out for three weeks, should the clients be informed ahead of time, or just find out when they get an OOO notification?

There is no protocol that fits all situations. :-)

Personally, I used to tell people when I was leaving in advance, basically so I could say "don't panic, I'll respond if it is urgent!" - but literally every time that happened, the result was that 30 people out of nowhere decided to panic, most of whom immediately sent me incredibly elaborate (but NOT urgent) questions or hefty new manuscripts, saying "since you are going away, you can read this on the plane!" or some such.

I promise: I already have LOTS of things to read on the plane. You aren't HELPING by sending me a manuscript or a bunch of not-time-sensitive work to attend to right as I'm preparing to go out of town.

I, personally, am a very anxious person who doesn't travel well - or rather, I DO travel well, but only because I am so completely prepared because my anxiety makes me start freaking out and doing things well before my trip even starts. Like - tomorrow I have to go somewhere I have never been, and I am sincerely wondering if I should drive the 90 miles there NOW just to familiarize myself with the route, having already google mapped and google earthed the location 35 times today. If I also had to deal with a bunch of people flipping out in my inbox for no reason - I'd cry.

Plus, again: There's no reason for it. Literally nothing in our business involves burning buildings or curing cancer. Almost ALL of it can wait. Three weeks is NOTHING. And if it really is urgent, I will respond and deal with it. I have dealt with crises ably from beaches in Hawaii and dinner parties in Italy, I have no problem taking calls anywhere I might be on earth if they are urgent. If there was a chance that I *wouldn't* be able to respond and deal with it, like if I was going to be in the hospital or ON THE MOON, somebody else at the agency would be tasked with responding and dealing with it.

Anywhooo - now what I do is, if we are actually in the middle of some important matter and I know I'm scheduled to leave - I inform the person and we create a game-plan in advance so they understand the timing, etc. If we aren't already in the middle of something, and they just randomly email me, then they get my out-of-office. My out-of-office explains that while I will periodically check email as I am able, I won't be living in my inbox - and advises people to text or call me if it is urgent, or if it isn't, circle back on X-date when I'm back if I haven't yet responded.

(ETA: Also, to be clear - if offers come in whilst I am away, you'll get them. If payments come in whilst I am away, they will be processed as usual. There should actually be NO disruption to anything major just because I am gone.)

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Steamy rushed with Youngbin! Steamy rushed with Youngbin!!!

I can imagine that no one knows about your relationship yet. Maybe you two just didn't want the attention of the 8 others yet because you know how much mr leader will get teased and mocked for fun. Or more logically, the longer you keep it a secret the less likely it is to come out as a scandal that could hurt sf9s publicity. For now, it isn't a big deal to keep it on the down low. That is, for now.

You don't know how you got here, pushed up against the wall with Youngbin pressing himself against you... It was probably the hushed whispers and moments of eye contact that screamed, "I want to kiss you right now" even in the midst of conversation with others. You two try not to make it obvious, especially when around the members. However it becomes too difficult to resist the natural pull, the want to be close to one another and the feel of his presence and warmth beside you. You start to think that if you try to act natural around him, the members will still see right through you. At this point, you feel that the loving stares and overwhelming want to embrace or have his arm around you is too strong to suppress, so your mind chooses the best form of survival- Avoid.

This does not work out well. Your heart is on your sleeve when it comes to Youngbin. Acting otherwise just brings more attention to you, even though it is exactly what you were trying to avoid.

Youngbin stares at you from across the small table that you are standing around in a practice room. Rowoon to your left, Jaeyoon to your right, and Youngbin across. You break the eye contact to look at Rowoon, who is talking about his new favorite place for lunch that he found during the filming of his last drama. ".... I'll try and bring some to practice one day", you hear Rowoon say as you focused on the conversation. "Ooh sounds good!" You reply in a voice that is slightly too enthusiastic for how the tone of the conversation sat. Jaeyoon and Rowoon look at you with a small raise of their eyebrows. "Sorry, was a little distracted" you say to ease the awkward moment, "but it does sound good! I really want to try it." You only hope Youngbin doesn't notice how you are avoiding his glances and how it results in your awkwardness.

To your dismay, Youngbin speaks up, "Yeah it would be nice if you treated us since we missed you during your filming". A sly smirk appears on Youngbin's face as Rowoon looks down and scoffs with a smile. That one little remark beautifully lifts the tension and focus off of you and the mood of the table is now brighter.

The heads at the table turn to the door as someone walks in, Inseong. You see the rest of the members file into the practice room after him. That is your cue to leave so they may practice without any distractions. "Ah, I see it's time for practice. I'll see you guys later." You say to the room with a smile before you start making your way to the door. "I'll walk you out" Youngbin declares as he walks towards you, "I have to use the bathroom before we start anyways." The rest of the members wave and say their goodbyes with a hug here and there.

As soon as you and Youngbin exit the room and walk down the hallway, he looks behind him at the door of the practice room and sees that no one else came out after you two. Youngbin's hand gently takes yours. You look at him the moment of contact and stop walking, taking a look up and down the hallway you're in to make sure no one else is there. He tries to center you with his other hand on your cheek and says, "Hey I don't know how long I can do this anymore". You look at him with a confused expression and your eyebrows scrunched. He takes one look at your somewhat pouty face and turns around to pull you in another direction, hand still holding yours.

Your mind is scrambling as he's pulling you through the halls. You don't know what he is talking about. Does he want to break up? Is he upset? Doesn't want to do what anymore? As he stops walking, in another hallway that faces zero doors, you breathe out as you pull on his arm to face you, "Wait, Youngbin what are you talking about?" You look up at him, with confusion on your face and just the want to understand. He takes a step towards you. He brushes his thumb over your temple and his hand glides down to hold your chin, tilting your face up a bit. He looks from your eyes to your lips and says, "I don't know how long I can go without kissing you every time that I want to." He takes another step towards you that results in your back against the wall and little space between you and him, faces centimeters away from each other. "So this is why you dragged me through the halls of this building?" You question him with a smirk as his forehead meets yours and both of his hands now cradle your face, "I thought you had to use the bathroom". He lets out a soft chuckle, "Hey, no making fun of me. Little 'I was distracted' back there." he mocks you from the conversation earlier. Damn, you think, he did notice. You roll your eyes as you hold one of his wrists that are holding your face. "I just didn't want to make it obvious," you plead, "but I think, I overthink too much. It backfired on me." He smiles and as his lips are a breath away from yours, you hear, "then just stop thinking."

Then he kisses you, gentle and soft at first. It quickly turns into something with more heat as one of his hands goes to the wall and the other goes to your waist. What started as sweet kisses became warm and wet from the desire to feel each other. Not being able to hold one another or kiss throughout the day makes for steamy private sessions.

You're now holding his face with both hands trying to bring him as close as possible. Your body is tight against the wall as he presss his hips into you with every kiss. In the short instances taken for air you say mindlessly, "don't you have to be at practice". Kiss. "Yeah, I don't care." He replies with a kiss. You counter, "You should," Kiss, "you said you were just using the bathroom." Kiss. At that he breaks with his forehead on yours, both of your breaths labored. "Just a little more" he whispers as his hands go under your shirt and tease the skin at the waistline of your pants.

The kisses become hard, mouths just trying to devour each other's. Your desire to feel every part of him becomes a need. Youngbin begins to undo the front of your pants. You pause and your hands fly to his as you breathe out, "we are in a hallway." Your eyes close as you rest your head against the wall behind you. He litters kisses up your neck and works his way near your ear to whisper "I know, but we can hear if someone's coming and if a door opens," your hands relax against his as he sucks on the skin just beneath your ear. His hands firmly grip your hips as he slowly grinds against you, "No one walks through here a lot." That must be why you were dragged through multiple hallways before this started. You pull him back to you for a kiss before you agree, "ok but be quick. You have to get to practice."

I DONT KNOW WHY I WAS ANSWERING YOUR QUESTION AND THEN MY BRAIN THOUGHT OF THIS. THANK YOU FOR THE INSPIRATION. ENJOY, I AM 🤸‍♀️.

-TT

Omg you wilded on my inbox. I'm freaking out. This was so hot. When will you create your own blog and grace fantasies with your art??? Omg!! Now I want a secret relationship. Buddy!! Youngbin playing with the skin at the waistline of the reader's pant!! Idk why I'm screaming abt it. Okay, that's because I love suggestive touches

Aaah thank you for this ask

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