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If you need to hear this, it will be okay.
We weathered this storm before and we can do it again. I won't lie. It'll be ugly. It'll be tough, tougher than last time. But it will be okay. Grieve if you need to. Feel whatever sorrow or anger or confusion or whatever you need to feel, and then get up and keep going.
You will be okay.
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When youâre in the middle of a fic and realise youâve missed a very critical tag
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hate to be that person but colby and maliaâs nun and priest costume is disrespectful, sorry. like, you may disagree with me, but sexualised nuns/priests or anything associated with the church, shouldnât be normalised or a thing. itâs disrespectful to those who follow the belief. and i do think itâs disappointing as i love sam & colby.
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There's a new account I'm sure is ran by a man because no fan of ariana greenblatt would post this stuff just so normally and call her goddess. I also found very horrible sexualization pages from reddit that could be one of these guys.
please don't put the ariana tag in here because they might hide and change their user. they also post IN the ariana tag. she is 17 years old btw. a minor that alot of creepy guys have been sexualizing lately.
their user is @ ggarianagreenblatt
PLEASE SHARE THIS AND REPORT THEM. they don't need to be on here.
i am honestly so disgusted by this and truly think it needs to stop. pls spread @sturnioloshacker @bernardsbendystraws @vanteguccir @b2cute @muwapsturniolo @soursturniolo @nicksgirlfriend @elizabebabe
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heartstopper lockscreen.
Please! reblog or like if you take. âšïž
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I knew that murder attempt did a complete factory reset on Lestat and permanently altered his brain chemistry because he went from "I don't like sharing" to "I gave you to Armand."
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Every time I see a twilight or tvd long x reader fic I get excited and then the name is like
" the other Swan"
" the forgotten Gilbert"
" the secret Mikaelson"
take your ass back to Wattpad because that shit is LAZY.
No adoption mentioned either, which could create such a nice explanation and allow us POC readers to feel like we're not immediately excluded.
And the lack of racial/ethnic diversity, where is your imagination? You could literally craft an entire plot about how your mc has come to be involved with these characters and that's what you go with?
And the mc doesn't have to somehow be more powerful than every other powerful character like, they can just be strong and powerful enough to hold their own y'know?
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One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.
Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.
Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.
Bring back the build up!!!!!!!
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all yours (part ii)
© @usermonsters nicholas alexander chavez & cooper koch x reader (anyone can read!)
tap to read part i premise Three friendsâNicholas, Cooper, and the Y/Nâfind their casual friendship evolving into something deeper as playful competition for attention gives way to mutual attraction. (prequel)
cw no warnings. fluff, fluff and fluff. wc 3.7k a/n part 2 request from @urdreamgirl12! i'm very tempted to write some filthy smut for part iii. ugh, i love these two men sm.
Reblogs are highly appreciated.
PART II
You met Cooper during your second semester, in a philosophy class that felt endless with heavy readings and dense discussions. He sat a couple of seats away from you, friendly but reserved, always polite with a small nod when you arrived. He wasnât the type to dominate conversations or draw attention to himself, but he was approachable, and something about his calm presence made you want to know him better.
One morning after class, you both ended up walking in the same direction, and thatâs when it started. âIs it just me, or does Plato make everything sound five times more complicated than it needs to be?â you joked, glancing over at him.
Cooper smiled, a quiet laugh escaping him. âNo, itâs not just you. Sometimes I feel like I understand less the more I read.â
That was it â the first real conversation, but it flowed so naturally that by the time you reached the cafĂ©, you had fallen into an easy rhythm. You grabbed coffee together, and for the first time, you got to see more of him. He had this dry humor that came out when you least expected it, paired with a thoughtful way of speaking that made you want to listen.
As the weeks went on, meeting after class became a routine. Youâd walk together, sometimes study or grab coffee. He wasnât shy but more of an observer, preferring to listen before diving into a conversation. Cooper had a quiet confidence about him, and his steady presence quickly became something you looked forward to. He didnât push, didnât fill the silence unnecessarily, but when he spoke, it was always with intention.
Over time, though, you started noticing something more. The way his hand brushed against yours when you walked, the way his eyes lingered just a moment longer than usual. It wasnât loud or obvious, but the tension was there, simmering quietly between you. Neither of you said anything about it, but it hung in the air during your coffee breaks and quiet study sessions, growing slowly, waiting for the right moment to be acknowledged.
You met Nicholas at a party, one of those loud, crowded events where you felt out of place. You were standing by the drinks table, considering an early exit, when he appeared next to you with a grin that immediately caught your attention.
âYou look like youâre planning your escape,â he said, leaning casually against the counter, his eyes bright with amusement.
You smirked, surprised by how easily he picked up on your mood. âMaybe I am.â
Nicholas chuckled, pouring himself a drink. âTell you what, stay a little longer. Iâll make sure itâs worth it.â
From that moment, the night changed. Nicholas was magnetic, the kind of guy who drew everyone in with his confidence and energy. He kept you laughing, making the party feel less overwhelming and more fun, but it wasnât just his charm that grabbed you. There was something more, a tension that simmered just beneath the surface. The way he stood close to you, his arm brushing against yours as he talked, the way his gaze would linger on your lips for a fraction too long.
At one point, he leaned in. âStill thinking about leaving?â he teases.
You felt the warmth of his breath against your skin, and it sent a shiver down your spine. His proximity made it hard to think straight, and for a moment, all you could do was look at him.
âNot anymore,â you replied softly, and Nicholasâ grin widened, satisfied.
As the night wore on, that tension only grew. Nicholas would find reasons to touch you, a hand on your shoulder or a brush of his fingers against your arm, each time lingering just long enough to make your pulse quicken. He wasnât subtle about his interest, and by the time you left the party, you couldnât stop thinking about the way he made you feel, that electric pull between you, always on the verge of something more.
After that night, Nicholas started popping up in your life more often. Heâd text you out of the blue, always with that same playful, flirty energy, and every time you hung out, the tension was there, hanging between you, building with every lingering touch and every teasing remark. It was undeniable, and you both knew it was only a matter of time before one of you acted on it.
The first time Nicholas and Cooper met wasnât exactly planned. You were in the middle of one of your usual study sessions with Cooper at the campus library. It was the kind of comfortable, quiet work youâd come to expect with him, both of you buried in your notes, exchanging a few words now and then.
Then you received a text from Nicholas. Outside. Coming in.
Before you could even respond, Nicholas appeared, striding through the library. He caught your eye and grinned, waving. âHey! Thought Iâd find you here.â
You smiled, a little surprised, and glanced at Cooper, who looked up from his book, brow furrowing slightly as Nicholas dropped into the chair across from you. âHowâs the study session going?â
âItâs going well,â you replied, a little unsure. âWeâve still got a lot to cover.â
Nicholas raised an eyebrow at the stack of books, his face scrunching in mock horror. âPhilosophy, huh? You guys need a break. How about I grab us some food? I saw a food truck outside.â
Cooper glanced up from his notes, his response calm but firm. âWeâre kind of in the middle of things. Maybe later.â
There was a brief silence. Nicholas, not one to be brushed off easily, looked between you and Cooper, clearly not used to being put on hold. He leaned back in his chair, a playful smirk on his face, but you could sense something else behind it. âAh, I see. Important stuff.â
Cooper didnât rise to the bait, simply nodding and returning to his notes. But the tension wasnât lost on you. Nicholas wasnât used to being sidelined, and Cooper had this quiet confidence that made it clear he wasnât going to be swayed by Nicholasâ usual charm.
But Nicholas, in his typical style, didnât let it go. âTell you what,â he said, standing up, âIâll grab the food and bring it back. No distractions, I promise. Just sustenance. You keep doing your thing.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but Nicholas flashed a wink and walked off, leaving you and Cooper in a moment of quiet. You looked over at Cooper, a little apologetic. âI didnât think he was coming.â
Cooper smiled, a hint of amusement softening his features. âItâs fine. He seems... alright.â
When Nicholas came back, he laid out the food with a grin, true to his word about keeping things low-key. âAlright, foodâs here. No distractions,â he said, though his tone carried the usual playful edge.
Cooper gave him a polite nod, accepting the food, though you noticed the dynamic was a bit different now. Nicholas didnât press as hard this time. He didnât dominate the conversation like he usually did. Instead, he leaned back, eating his food quietly, stealing occasional glances at Cooper, who seemed focused on his work but not entirely indifferent to Nicholasâ presence.
There was a shift, small but there. Nicholas vseemed to be sizing Cooper up but not in a competitive way anymore. More like he was curious. He was beginning to see that Cooper wasnât just some guy who kept to himself. He was steady, thoughtful, and sure of himself in a way that Nicholas wasnât used to. It seemed like Nicholas was⊠warming up to him.
As the three of you sat there, the tension seemed to ease. Nicholas leaned forward, making a casual comment about the food, and for the first time, Cooper cracked a small smile in response. It wasnât much, but it was enough for Nicholas to lean back, satisfied, a flicker of something like respect in his eyes.
And for the first time, you thought maybe Cooper was starting to grow on him.
It started innocently enough. You, Nicholas, and Cooper would occasionally run into each other between classes or grab coffee after a long day. At first, it was casual â just friends with overlapping schedules and shared interests. But somewhere along the way, the three of you fell into an unspoken rhythm, a routine that pulled you together more frequently, more naturally. What began as study sessions and movie nights turned into something else, though none of you would admit it just yet.
At first, it was Nicholas who was most obvious about vying for your attention. Heâd flash that easy grin, leaning in just a little too close whenever he talked, as though he couldnât resist testing the boundaries between friendship and something more. He was the type to drape his arm casually over your shoulders, always finding some excuse to be close, his presence hard to ignore.
"Donât look so serious," heâd tease whenever he caught you focusing too hard during study sessions. "Youâre gonna scare off all your brain cells."
Youâd roll your eyes, but the warmth of his teasing made you smile every time. And you werenât the only one who noticed. Cooper, who was more laid-back and less showy, started to subtly mirror Nicholasâ actions, not as overtly, but in his own way. Heâd lean forward during conversations, his gaze lingering on you, his voice soft and steady when he spoke. His touches were fewer, but each one was deliberate. If Nicholas was the one to throw playful jabs, Cooper was the one whose quiet support always felt reassuring.
You started to notice it more during your meet-ups: the way they seemed to compete for your attention. Nicholas was always quick to crack a joke, to make you laugh, while Cooper played the calm counterbalance, offering a deeper, more thoughtful presence. If Nicholas made a playful comment, Cooper would find a way to steer the conversation back to something meaningful, as if they were both trying to prove who could hold your interest more.
At first, it felt like a game, like they were challenging each other for who could make you smile, who could capture your focus. There were subtle moments when Nicholas would lean in closer, resting his hand on your knee while Cooperâs eyes followed the movement, his jaw tightening slightly before heâd distract you with a clever remark. If you were caught between them, they seemed equally caught in the tug-of-war over who could win your attention first.
But then, something shifted.
It happened slowly, almost without you noticing. Nicholas and Cooper still vied for your attention, but there were moments when their competitiveness gave way to something more playful between them. Youâd catch them exchanging glances when they thought you werenât looking, a shared look of amusement when one of them made you laugh.
One evening, the three of you were sitting at the campus café after a long day of classes. Nicholas had shown up as usual, sliding into the booth next to you and draping his arm casually over the back of your seat. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered something teasing about the way you held your coffee.
"Youâre gripping that cup like itâs about to run away," he murmured, smirking. "Relax a little."
Before you could respond, Cooper arrived, sliding into the seat across from you. He raised an eyebrow at Nicholasâ proximity, but instead of making a comment to you, he glanced at Nicholas. "You know, if you leaned in any closer, people might think you two are dating.â
Nicholas didnât miss a beat. He leaned back slightly, shooting Cooper a playful look. "What, jealous?"
Cooper smirked, his eyes meeting Nicholasâ in a way that felt different from their usual banter. "Maybe."
It was subtle, the way the tension between them shifted in that moment. What used to feel like a competition for your attention started to feel like they were both enjoying the game, not just with you, but with each other.
Later, back at Nicholasâ apartment for one of your usual movie nights, the energy felt different. You were sandwiched between them on the couch, Nicholas on one side, his arm draped over your shoulders as usual, and Cooper on the other, his knee pressing lightly against yours. The playful banter between them continued, but now, there were small moments where theyâd brush against each other, not entirely by accident.
Nicholas would reach over you to grab a drink from the coffee table, letting his arm graze Cooperâs shoulder in the process. Cooper, instead of pulling away, would give Nicholas a slight nudge back, the touch lingering for just a moment before he returned his focus to you. It was subtle, but the shift in their dynamic was unmistakable â they were no longer just competing for your attention. They were starting to acknowledge each other, too.
"You two always this competitive?" you asked, half-joking but genuinely curious as their banter intensified. It was hard to miss the way Nicholas had leaned closer to Cooper over the course of the night, his usual teasing now directed toward both of you.
Nicholas grinned. "Who says weâre competing?"
Cooper chuckled, his gaze flicking to Nicholas briefly before settling back on you. "Yeah, I think weâre just⊠focused."
You smirked, feeling the tension between them and the way it pulled you right into the center. "Focused on what, exactly?"
Nicholasâ hand brushed lightly against your arm, but then, just as quickly, it slid down, his fingers brushing against Cooperâs shoulder before pulling away. The touch was light, playful, but enough to send a charge through the air. "On making sure you donât get bored, obviously."
Cooperâs knee nudged yours under the blanket. "We wouldnât want that."
You could feel the heat rising between the three of you, the subtle flirting no longer so subtle. Their casual touches now lingered longer, their glances shared not just with you, but with each other. Nicholas would throw a teasing comment your way, but his eyes would flick to Cooper afterward, almost daring him to respond. And Cooper, no longer holding back, would meet Nicholasâ gaze head-on, a knowing smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
As the night went on, the dynamics between the three of you shifted even further. Nicholas and Cooper still vied for your attention, but now, there was a clear acknowledgment of the tension between them as well. The casual touches between them grew more frequent, their shared looks more deliberate. It was no longer just a competition for you â it was a slow, teasing flirtation between them, too.
You were still caught in the middle, but now it felt like you werenât the only one they were trying to win over. They had started to notice each other, and with every touch, every lingering glance, it became clearer: the three of you were connected in a way none of you had fully realized before.
It was bound to come to a head eventually. You, Nicholas, and Cooper had been dancing around each other for weeks, the tension between the three of you growing more obvious with every lingering glance, every touch that stayed just a little too long. But no one had said anything. It was as if you were all waiting for the right moment â or maybe for someone else to break the silence first.
That moment came at a house party, one of those weekend gatherings where the music was too loud, and the rooms were crowded with people looking for an excuse to let loose. You had arrived together, as usual, slipping into the familiar pattern of moving through the party as a trio, but tonight was different. There was a lightness in the air, a sense of release that came with letting go after a long week. People were packed into every area of the house, the thump of music vibrating through the floor, the smell of beer and laughter filling the space.
You started the night casually enough, playing beer pong with a few others in the kitchen. where the competition quickly ramped up. Nicholas, predictably, was cocky as ever, making a show of his "perfect aim."
"Watch this," he said with a wink, aiming the ping-pong ball at the last cup. He missed completely, and the ball bounced off the counter, rolling under the table.
You burst out laughing, your head swimming with the alcohol and the absurdity of the night. "Perfect aim, huh?"
Nicholas shrugged, unbothered. "Itâs all part of the strategy. Keep the competition guessing."
Cooper chuckled, shaking his head. "If thatâs your strategy, itâs a terrible one."
The banter flowed easily between the three of you, as it always did, but tonight there was an extra layer of warmth, the kind that came from the alcohol already making its way into your system. Your head felt a little lighter, your movements a little slower, as the drinks started to settle in. Nicholas had been handing you drinks all night, always making sure your cup was full, and Cooper had been quietly keeping pace, his eyes flicking between you and Nicholas.
After a few rounds of beer games, you were feeling the full effects of the drinks. Your body was warm, your cheeks flushed, and everything seemed funnier, lighter. The three of you were leaning against each other, laughing at nothing in particular, your head resting against Nicholasâ shoulder as Cooper stood close by, his arm brushing against yours every so often.
It wasnât long before you needed a break from the noise, the heat of the house starting to feel overwhelming. You slipped away from the crowd, wandering through the hallway until you found a quiet, secluded corner near the back of the house. The music was still loud, but it was muffled here, the chaos of the party fading into the background as you leaned against the wall, closing your eyes for a moment.
You hadnât been there long when you felt someone approaching. You opened your eyes to see Nicholas standing in front of you, a lazy grin on his face as he leaned one hand against the wall next to you. "Escaping already?"
Before you could answer, Cooper appeared on your other side, his presence quieter but just as steady. His gaze was soft, but there was a heat behind his eyes that made your heart skip a beat. "You didnât think weâd let you disappear on us, did you?"
You smiled, feeling a sudden rush of warmth at the sight of both of them, standing so close, their attention entirely focused on you. "Just needed a breather."
Nicholas chuckled, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm as he leaned in closer, his voice low. "You sure you werenât trying to ditch us?"
The way his breath tickled your skin sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldnât help but glance at Cooper, who was watching you closely. His hand found your waist, his touch gentle but deliberate, "Weâve been following you all night, you know."
Your heart thudded in your chest, the alcohol blurring the lines of everything but the tension that crackled between the three of you. It felt like the air had shifted, like this small corner of the house had become its own world â one where the only thing that mattered was what happened next.
Nicholasâ fingers slid up your arm, his touch light and teasing as he leaned in even closer. "So⊠what now?"
Cooperâs hand tightened slightly on your waist, his body heat pressing against you from the other side as he waited for your answer. The room felt like it was spinning, not from the alcohol, but from the way their presence wrapped around you, pulling you into a moment you knew had been building for weeks.
"I think⊠I think we need to talk about this. About us."
Nicholasâ eyes gleamed with a mixture of playfulness and something deeper. His hand lingered on your arm as he glanced over at Cooper. "Yeah, I think itâs about time we do."
Cooperâs fingers brushed softly against your side, his gaze steady but serious. "Weâve been dancing around this for a while, havenât we?"
You nodded, feeling both of their attention on you, making your pulse race. "It feels like⊠more than just friendship. With both of you. And I know youâve felt it too."
Nicholas chuckled softly, his hand slipping to the small of your back as he pulled you just a little closer. "Oh, weâve felt it. Weâve definitely felt it."
Cooperâs hand tightened on your waist, his tone calm but clear. "But we need to be sure. We need to be on the same page."
You exhaled a shaky breath, glancing between them. "I donât know exactly what this is yet, but⊠I want to figure it out. With both of you."
Nicholasâ grin softened, his thumb brushing against the small of your back. "Good. Because Iâm all in."
Cooperâs hand slid from your waist to your hand, fingers intertwining with yours. "Me too," he said quietly, his eyes locking with yours, then flicking to Nicholas. "Weâre in this together."
Nicholasâ hand slipped up to your jaw, gently turning your face toward his. The grin that was usually playful now softened, his eyes intense as they searched yours. Without another word, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was slow, deliberate, and filled with everything that had gone unsaid between the three of you.
The kiss sent a wave of heat through your body, and for a moment, it was just you and Nicholas, the weight of his hand on your back, the warmth of his lips pulling you deeper into the moment.
When he pulled away, your breath caught, and before you could process the rush of emotions, you felt Cooperâs hand gently guiding your face toward him. His kiss was different â softer, more tentative, but no less charged. His lips moved against yours with a quiet intensity, as if he had been holding back for too long and now couldnât stop himself.
The contrast between them was intoxicating, Nicholasâ fiery energy and Cooperâs gentle steadiness blending together, both of them focused entirely on you. When Cooper pulled back, his forehead rested gently against yours, his breath warm against your skin.
"So," Nicholas murmured, his voice low and teasing, "are we done pretending now?"
You smiled, breathless and caught between them, feeling like the missing pieces had finally clicked into place. "Yeah," you whispered, your heart pounding. "No more pretending."
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iâd let robert sheehan do unspeakable things to me and thatâs putting it lightly. heâs the perfect man
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unpopular opinion i'm getting bored of smut they all sound the same
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He had been wanting that cookie so effin bad.
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