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dnpbeats · 11 months ago

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There's so many misinterpretations of what I said here. It seems like a lot of people just had a knee-jerk reaction to certain words and didn't think about the actual meaning. I didn't say that Dan exaggerated his struggles. I said he exaggerated how deep in the closet he was, as in how many people he was out to. Specifically referring to interviews he did post-BIG where he made it sound like he wasn't out to a single person. I think it does make sense that he meant he wasn't out as specifically gay, but that's not what someone who doesn't know his history would assume. I'm gonna be totally honest, even though I know it's probably going to get people mad at me again. Post-BIG, during the solo-Dan/WAD era, it seemed like the narrative was constantly shifting. So much that it was hard to know what's true and what's not. Was Dan completely closeted or did his close friends know he wasn't straight? Did Dan not accept that he was attracted to men at all before 2018, or did he accept it, but struggle with the specific label? Was Dan not with any men pre-coming out or was he living as a gay man in private? The answer seems to change depending on the intended audience.

I definitely don't think that Dan exaggerated his internalized-homophobia, or how much harassment and bullying he received, or lied about anything he said in BIG, but he has obfuscated the truth since then. I think part of that might be because he was trying to rebrand himself and attract a certain audience (specifically, young adult gay men) and another is that he was trying to direct people's attention away from his relationship with Phil. Both personal and professional. I definitely put more stock in what Dan said in BIG than the things he's said in random interviews. Anyway I'm gonna stop causing discourse on your blog. Sorry.

Hi again! No worries, thank you for taking the time to explain yourself :) (and sorry I have let this ask rot in my inbox for the whole day lmao)

I agree with you that often times things that dan says in interviews are confusing and can be misinterpreted. however in my personal opinion, just based on what ive observed, I don't think it's necessarily intentional. I honestly think he just speaks without thinking and puts his foot in his mouth a lot lol. I don't think that he necessarily purposely changes his answers to questions based on the audience, I think he's just a tiny bit pretentious and likes to come up with superfluous ways to say things. often times that gets confusing and gives a lot of different interpretations to what he says

I looked through a handful of interviews he did post coming out and I didn't ever see him say that he wasn't out to anyone at all as a queer man; he talked a lot about struggling with labeling himself as gay, and the fact that it weighed on him that he wasn't out to his audience. he did mention in one article coming out to his family "and friends" but that doesn't necessarily imply that he was in the closet to all his friends (fyi just bc I didn't see him say that doesn't mean an interview like that doesn't exist, I just got tired of looking I went though like 6 articles haha)

I completely agree that to an outsider, they might assume he wasn't out at all and not a soul knew he liked men. but personally, im not sure that it was a necessity for him to clarify that in the interviews, or at all. the point of all the interviews was that he was finally living authentically as himself and that he was able to be comfortable labeling himself as gay—there's no real reason for him to tack on "oh also when I say that I was closeted, I mean that I didn't label myself as gay but this list of 15 people knew I was dating a man," you know? that's not the point he was trying to make

anyway, sorry if you felt ganged up on!! ty again for clarifying :))

#ask #anon #dan and phil

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thorbestever · 21 days ago

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Another rant. I'm not gonna apologize.

Oh wait I am. Sorry.

I think people misinterpret what I say a LOT on the internet. Does this happen for anyone else? I do this bit where I act really intense and wild but I'm just joking. I feel like people don't really get that I'm not that passionate and intense actually. I'm just trying to be funny. Then they get mad. And then I just kind of leave. Also people are just really angry all the time. I think it comes when people don't really think through what they're saying or doing or process anything. Like in short form content like on tiktok. You aren't really thinking too much or processing. And I'm not saying you aren't allowed to give yourself respite from constantly thinking deeply and having meaningful thoughts. You are allowed to scroll tiktok mindlessly but I think before talking to someone else on there you should probably think a little bit more than usual. Like use your brain. And I'm not trying to be rude when I'm saying that either. Just please think it through. "Is this satire? Is this a joke?" If it seems absurd and crazy, it probably is. Though everything online seems so absurd and crazy now so it can be hard to differentiate them all. I think short form content is a big reason everyone is so mean online now. I was watching the yule goat livestream on YouTube because I just found out about it and I thought it was pretty cool. So I started talking in the chat. Just saying 'oh hey just found out about this, pretty cool.'

And people come in talking about conspiracy theories and religion and politics and now I feel like I'm at family thanksgiving and a relative just asked the question that shall not be asked "WHO DID EVEYRONE VOTE FOR??"

Anyways I try to calm the chat down like it's Thanksgiving and I go 'oh hey it's actually pretty cute. Kind of rooting for it to live this year.' and I get called a pagan and a commie? And of course, I am a pagan, but like family thanksgiving, I won't admit that over my dead body. I got really lost in this story but nobody is actually gonna read this shit anyways. So the same guy says 'read your username. lokibestever? Pagan and commie. Those are Norse gods.' That's not even the pantheon I worship but that's besides the point. I shut up and watch the goat while this guy moves on and rants like a lunatic about random conspiracy theories and politics with other people in the chat.

I think people should treat every online interaction with someone they don't agree with like their weird crazy uncle they don't want to be around. Avoid them (block them) and if that isn't possible, just sit on the porch with your cousins (touch grass). You don't agree with someone? That's fine, block them. You don't like them? Block. You don't have to get all angry and heated and generate more hate and anger which gets turned back on you by them. Just block please. The internet doesn't need to be so awful. But don't take this as me saying alt right freakazoids should be let off the hook. Fuck them. I hope they never find peace. But I don't give them any piece of my mind. I block them and read fanfic instead. Because I have better use of my time in writing and reading and art than getting mad on the internet. And maybe that's a little hypocritical that I'm posting this rant. But this rant isn't really angry. I'm just stating my thoughts. But there is no word for a post that's just stating your thoughts. Think piece? Shit, maybe. But that's for more thought out and edited things. Like one grade down from a video essay. This is just a passive rant.

#passive rant #maybe i can get this going #rant post #thorbestever

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gibbearish · 9 months ago

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@blob-chan alright, a few things here.

firstly, i do not appreciate you speaking to me this way. these tags are deeply condescending and passive aggressive, and tacking "i'm sure you're reasonable and will agree with me though, right? 🥰" onto the end doesn't negate that. if your comment has the same tone and vibe as a kidnapper coaching their victim through a call to their family then you don't get to pretend you're actually being nice, we both know "i'm sure you'll agree" really means "you'd Better agree or else you'll be a bad person" and i am not interested in playing pretend that it doesnt. you do not know anything about me and did not know i existed before seeing this post, nor i you. you don't get to impose your beliefs and expectations onto me as if we are close.

secondly, yes, sometimes when a person is talking about their experiences, they will make generalizations, and occasionally there will be people those generalizations leave out. i do feel for you, but part of being an adult is learning how to recognize that like. that's a part of life. it is not physically possible to address all possible contingencies when talking abt a topic, and i'm sure on some level you're aware of that which is why you included the part saying "i'm not gonna come out the gate being the person who's mad their experiences weren't included because that would be weird and presumptuous". but you then go on to do Exactly That, you can dress it up in Totally Not Pressuring Languge all you want but that doesn't really change anything. so that makes you including that part feel less like you understand that doing that kind of thing is wrong and want to make it clear that's not your intention, and more like you Know That Kind Of Thing Is Wrong And Would Make You Look Shitty But Really Want To Do It Anyways so youre scrambling for plausible deniability.

third, no, i did not say "everyone raised christian had to think baptism was good for their religious trauma to be valid," and i KNOW you knew that part, you directly said "i'm sure you're a reasonable person and wouldn't think that," which really begs the question of why you then continued speaking to me as if i do? you knew what i actually meant and directly said so. as far as i can see there is no reason to act otherwise, unless you just wanted to punish me and were deliberately misinterpreting me to justify it. what this comment actually boils down to is that you are indeed /very/ upset that my post left you out, and you know that it isn't a reasonable response to place that on my shoulders, but for some reason you decided to just do it anyways and expected me to Politely Pretend it wasn't obvious that was what you were doing. condeming your own reaction as unreasonable while still actively doing it doesn't like. make it not be what you're doing.

my post was explicitly made in response to a trend of never-religious people being condescending towards ex-religious people because they automatically assume they would have been able to see through all of the conditioning and indoctrination simply by merit of how massive their brains are despite having no experience with the church to be able to judge that. your experience of having high church involvement but successfully seeing through it early was not included because That's Not What I Was Talking About, and while i can understand how that can come across as invalidating, that was your own interpretation based on your personal experiences and trauma, not based on what was actually said. there is a difference between someone saying your experience isn't real and someone just talking about other experiences, and it's important to learn how to recognize that difference, both for your healing and just for Not being a dick to people for no reason.

on that subject though, even if that had been what i said, this would still be an unreasonable response imo. if you have to pressure people into agreeing with you because theyre scared you'll get mad at them, that's. like. a really bad manipulative thing and you should stop doing that. it's shitty and hurtful even when you are correct, but in my experience there's a reason someone would have to use argument strategies like that and it's because The Things They're Saying Are Wrong And Therefore There's Nothing Real They CAN Use As Backup. and again like i really cant emphasize enough that that is manipulation, like. if thats something you find yourself using on friends you very much need to work on that because that kind of behavior will have them walking on eggshells around you worried youre going to blow up at them if they say anything that could in any way come across as disagreeing with you, i have had multiple ex-friends who would pull things like this a lot and we're no longer friends specifically because of that kind of toxic behavior. and to be clear this isn't me saying i think you do do that, just like. a forewarning.

anyways. tldr i am sorry you were left out but like. that's because the conversation wasn't about you. and you directly said you know that, so you then continuing to speak to me the way you did is bad arguing practice at best, and at worst an openly manipulative move used by liars when theyre lying and therefore have no real supporting argument. im glad youre aware on some level that it wasn't directed at you and it would be unhealthy to take it personally, but you kinda have to then also do the second part where you. actually work on not taking it personally, rather than being passive aggressive at a random stranger. you dont get to say it would be presumptuous and weird to take out your religious trauma on me based on your own incorrect interpretation of what i said while Literally Doing Exactly That and expect it to come across as anything other than denial. i wish you the best in processing your trauma but this isn't the way to do that.

kids who werent raised christian being like "lol baptising children is whack if they tried to do that to me i would start doing things to make it look like i was possessed" no you would not. you would bask in the pride and approval coming from the adults around you and you would quietly wait your turn because you were told from birth that sinning sends you to hell and baptism is The Promise that youre dedicating your life to jesus that youve had hyped up for years and watched other people be fawned over as they cry happy tears about it and you do NOT want to fuck up your One Big True Promise To Love Jesus Forever So You Don't Get Tortured For Eternity when you are literally 8 years old. im begging yall to remember its a thousand times easier to see the church's bullshit for what it is when you're not actively in the church. eight year old you is not thinking about trying to fight back against an oppressive religious group indoctrinating children because You Are The Children Being Indoctrinated. stop acting like you would've magically known better if it were you.

#origibberish #/long post #like. i really do get where youre coming from here but no this conversation indeed was not about you. you werent excluded because #your trauma isnt valid‚ you were excluded because your trauma wasn't the kind i was talking about #and if you knew there was a good chance that was the intent i just dont see why you would. like. continue acting under that #assumption anyways‚ like. i just dont get risking being shitty to someone who didnt deserve it like that #ig what im saying is next time youre responding to something like this and you hear that little voice again telling you maybe #your reaction is unjustified‚ you should. listen to it? rather than just. adding its arguments to your comment?#bc im pretty sure thats the kind of thing 'cognitive dissonance' is supposed to refer to

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gryp3978 · 7 months ago

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@fleetway-super-sonic yes I have anger issues as you've probably noticed, now im not trying to get off topic but, my boiling point at times would greatly resemble these two people, note two are fictional characters and the other's a real person, Martin riggs from lethal weapon, Harry Potter, and Jessie Ridgway from the channel mcjuggernuggets, they get angry too and won't take no shit from anyone, and ive been around lots of angry people who always reprimand me, especially my dad who had lots of anger issues when i was a kid as well, and ive been around lots of people who bully me and it would be really swell if you didn't give me a reason to add you to the list. And for the last time stop calling me names! I don't call you names, so don't call me names, or say any vulgar shit like that. Show some respect.

@fleetway-super-sonic 1, Do NOT! call me a Cockwaffle, and do not tell me such vulgar insults like "go jack off to fucking werewolf porn", that is very disrespectful, and inmature, you're 32 years old, you are the one who needs to get a life, did i speak to you like that when i tried apologizing? I dont think so. and 2 the real reason why I'm saying your being irrational was not because of you telling me to leave you alone, but because I had already apologized and admitted it was wrong for me to wine about that stupid character shit, let me make this very plain to you, I realized at a certain point that I had gone too far, and after I tried letting it go, you didn't give me a chance to let me speak, and you misinterpreted my response and thought I was intentionally being rude, then nomatter what response I gave you, nice or stern, you pushed me away each time, I only got angry at you because you keep antagonizing me, I left you alone for a whole fucking month to give you some space before apologizing, how many times to I have to point that out to you? Your not even acknowledging that, nor are you admitting your wrongs. and don't think for once that I don't respect your boundaries I tried responding to the last message you sent to me around the beginning or mid of May, I tried responding immediately to it in the comment bar on that account and yes the others as well, but my responses kept dissapearing on both tumblr and YouTube, so i had absolutely no idea if they even reached you, if they happened to be the same exact messages on the other accounts i made, its because i had no idea you even saw them, I dont know if you muted me or something, but they kept disapearing, and i dont know how tumblr works, im more used to twitter. I've had conflict with other people before, i know you don't care but im just gonna share this anyway, one person who I used to be friends with, was once as angry at me as you are now, over a misunderstanding and they said that they didn't want to talk to me anymore, and blocked my phone number as well, and you know what I did, I left them alone for 3 months, and I wrote a sincere appology letter to them and explained that I never intended to hurt their feelings, and gave it to someone who keeps in touch with them, I got a response back, and do you know what they said? They forgave me. Now as for trying to reach out to you on YouTube, I was trying to give a more calm approach so I simply sent a short "I'm sorry, can we talk?" Message, but it dissapeared, I am only calling you out because you fucking escalated the conversation, I wouldn't have gotten mad at you, if you didn't Start calling me names and saying my behavior is laughable, especially when I simply wanted to apologize, I'm sorry if i unintentionally harrased you, I wish you would just simply apologize for the way you spoke to me, and i simply wish you'd let us talk this out as mature adults, in a way where we're either not pissed off at each other or cussing each other out, seriously to accuse me of threatening you, and giving me inmature insults, all because of some stupid character bullshit you wont let me live down is absolutely stupid, i will not contact you anymore, but simply stop antagonizing me, I will not post any YouTube videos about you, so long as you apologize, admit your mistakes like I did and stop telling everyone that I'm the bad guy, I go to therapy regularly, don't think I don't, and I've definitely told this to people at work who have these issues with social media as well, and yes when I told a friend on mine about the gaslighing thing you said to me, they said that your the one who's doing it to me just by saying it.

#fleetway super sonic

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swiftfootedachilles · 10 months ago

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people are so weird how are u gonna bash a well meaning person and then refuse?? to tell them?? WHY you’re bashing them?? if ur post was offensive then explain why jesus christ this is not how u have healthy useful dialogue with people, it’s just piling unnecessary hate and cruelty on someone. i’m really sorry you’re being treated so shittily by this fandom, i love your posts.

hey thank you so much for this. the handful of people ive talked to have been very understanding of my side and agree that it seems like this person already didn't like me and was looking for a way to renounce me+my posts

truly, i don't know why she feels my posts are offensive. i hate the idea that a jewish person feels i was antisemitic and fetishizing jewish culture. i researched antisemitic fetishization tropes in opera during my undergrad program. ive always tried my hardest to understand minority communities that i am not a part of, without overstepping and seeming like a white knight/savior. i have always been guided through life by my ethics and a burning need for social justice. i want to fix this!

i was really pissed off yesterday and used more aggressive language in my posts and replies. today my head is clearer but im just as confused. i never expect minorities to do the emotional labor of researching topics for me and handing everything over on a silver platter. i will gladly educate myself, but i cant do that when i don't know what i did wrong. this isn't a situation where i did something clearly wrong and there's an obvious gap in my understanding - ive asked multiple friends where they feel i went wrong, and all of them have said they aren't sure

one very kind person messaged me about how, from an outsiders perspective, they were reminded of other situations where autistic people have their words or actions purposefully misinterpreted, and that seriously opened my eyes. OBVIOUSLY im not saying this person is accusing me of antisemitism because she hates autistic people. but i have often experienced people purposefully misrepresenting me and getting mad without explanation. everything starts out good, great even, and i build a script with which to interact with others. but eventually, you get very comfortable and stop following a script, start to unmask a little. and suddenly all hell breaks loose.

you're not acting right. you said the wrong thing. who would say something like that? so inappropriate. and when you ask for clarification because you genuinely do not know what you did wrong, all you receive are eyerolls and more hate because you should already know this, im not gonna spoonfeed everything to you. you're an adult figure it out yourself.

like i said, i don't think she's, like, hating on me for being autistic. i think ive gained a certain reputation (of what i don't know) in the shameless fandom, and people are projecting their preexisting judgement into me. this means that they don't actually want me to apologize. they don't care. they think i am already not a good person and just want to point that out to me to shame me into saying sorry because they think it'll knock me down a few pegs. whatever. my real offline life is much worse than getting mildly ganged up on on the internet. ill survive. i still want to finish my mickey embroidery and my edits/webweavings and my fics. maybe i will, maybe i won't. like ive mentioned many times before, i have pretty bad rejection sensitive dysphoria and i need to be reassured i will get feedback on my works before i ever post them. my fics were already being ignored by most of the big fandom writers - i think those will just have to be scrapped because i genuinely cannot take hollowing out my chest and putting it to paper only to get a few nice comments/kudos. the embroidery though, that's for me. i definitely wanna do it. the other original posts like webweavings, idk maybe i really don't know

#anonymous #asks #long post #a.txt #kinda lost the plot at the end there but whatever

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rioreeve · 3 months ago

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"Yeah... Still dies in the movie," he said, wincing a little at that thought, but he quickly smiled at her again, not wanting to end on such a pessimistic note. Of course, he could tell Emily the whole story but it wasn't the best moment for sharing fun facts about movies and they didn't have much time anyway. Zach would drag this breakfast on forever if he could, though. It wasn't because he was getting nervous before their rescue mission, but because he was happy to have a friend back and wanted to catch up on some silliness, travel back to the time when everything was easier.

Doom ran back to Zach - the ball he brought was yellow, not green, which made him arch a brow in confusion. "You just lost one ball and found another? Congrats..." he muttered amused, throwing the ball a bit farther to see which one the dog would bring this time. Smart as Doom was, he clearly couldn't be trusted with his toys.

Zach took another bite and turned back to Emily. It worried him how suddenly he could pick out the nuances in her smile and wouldn't take his eyes off it, finding comfort and peace in her presence, let alone in the subtle curve of her lips. Leaving the Wexley for some apocalyptic errands didn't scare or worry him anymore, but the thought that he could be growing fond of his friend like this was absolutely terrifying, so Zach quickly pushed that thought aside. His grief and Courtney's confession had softened him to a degree he wasn't familiar with and now he was misinterpreting his feelings, trying to feel the void. That was the only logical explanation and it had to stop.

But it couldn't. Emily's crossed fingers and reassurance were endearing; they only made Zach smile again and forget about whatever worried him a second ago. "You can always count on me. I'm pondering playing something on PlayStation before I let the madness consume me. Be a little selfish for once." So far, he had been treating the whole save water, save food, save whatever is left policy super seriously. "I'll give you a heads up."

Doom was back with a green ball, so Zach took it from him and pretended to throw it again. "Bring the yellow one. Come on, it's not like I can go and buy you a new one!" They argued for a moment, Doom's protest growing louder, but he finally seemed to understand what Zach had been trying to tell him and the pup ran back to where he would find the other ball. Great.

"Interesting," he said, taking a bite. "But Charlie is a great person, so it's a win-win situation." Despite his joking tone, he was serious - of course, Charlie was among the few people he knew others could trust. "Oh yeah, are you asking for a favor?" He teased. "I could do that. I mean, someone could." He should ask Eric to do that, though, he trusted his charm far more. "Em, I promise you your brother is coming back and so am I. We're gonna bring the survivors back and bring whatever supplies we can. I couldn't think of better people for this job, we're all coming back." He returned the nudge even though it didn't fit their conversation now. "Promise. Don't worry about anything."

The corner of her lips tugged into a smirk as she glanced his way, relieved he hadn't taken her stupid comparison of Doom too hard. Of course he always seemed to know how skirt around her verbal fumbles - his obliviousness taken as purposeful comfort to her awkwardness. "Really? I didn't know that," she said with genuine surprise. "Guess he was a luckier then I thought," she said, letting her gaze stay on him momentarily longer before taking another bite of food.

If he'd made it this long, she had no doubt Doom was smart. Emily hadn't seen a dog, let alone a pet, since she and Oscar left D.C. The Wexley truly was an amazing place. Even still. She was beginning to see why everyone stuck around instead of moving on like her and her brother. Of course they'd never known what stability like this felt like. Not really. Once the world fell apart, they'd just stuck to their routine and headed on to the next place - Emily protesting enough for Oacar to promise they'd find a spot and settle in. She was done with moving and she was more than hopeful she wouldn't have to anymore. It was our luck they'd found this place. Even luckier that Zach came along with it.

"Fingers crossed," she said with a soft smile, momentarily showing that her fingers were in fact crossed. "Hmm. I don't know about that," she went on, taking another bite. "It's kind of nice having another game nerd around. Oscar has no clue about any of that, so when I talk about it, it sort of falls on deaf ears. I like that you know your stuff. I kind of like it," she teased her brother through the compliment, the subliminal denial of ever needing a break from him only gently hidden.

She would have a hard time losing one of them, but the added threat of raiders meant she could very well lose both of them. She wouldn't recover from that kind of devastation. And thinking about it only made things worse. So she kept a chokehold on her hope for their safe return. It was the only thing she could do to keep from falling apart over the 'what ifs' of their run.

"Yea. Don't worry about that. I don't trust too many people anymore, but Charlie and Rosie seem ok for sure. Charlie is super sweet and - a little juicy gossip before you go - I think my brother might like her a little, so he trusts her. Which means I trust her. But I'm trill trying to get on Rosie's good side so she'll let me help in the diner. I fucking miss cooking so much. I don't even care if it's toast. I just want to make something other than beans in a can," she said with a soft chuckle. "Maybe a satisfied customer could put in a good word for me," she said playfully with a gentle nudge. "In all seriousness, I know I'll be fine. It just...you know...sucks. That's all, " she admitted with a nervous huff and a shrug, picking at her eggs.

#s02e01 #zach:emily #march 21st #the rooftop #//oh god no

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sergeantbuckybarnes · 4 years ago

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everything i wanted // bucky barnes

Summary: Bucky asks you to pick Rebecca from school, as you spend the day with her, you can’t help to think that this is what you want, for the rest of your life.

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader (Single Parent AU)

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff

A/N: As always, remember English is not my first language. Also, thanks to @coffee-books-music for proofreading this!

You can consider this as a part two of begin again.

And tagging @buckys-estrella because you asked me to!

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You were in front of the Brooklyn Elementary School waiting for Rebecca, your boyfriend’s daughter. Bucky had called you and told you that something came up at the workshop and he couldn’t pick Becca from school, so he asked you if you could do it. You didn’t mind, you and Bucky had been dating for a while now, since the day you saw him at the diner waiting for a date that never showed up and you decided to be his date instead everything had been perfect.

You met Rebecca a couple of months later. At first, you were nervous, thoughts of her not liking you plagued your mind but Bucky always reassured you that she was going to love you. And he was right. The little girl was delighted with you.

The three of you did a lot of things together, you went to the zoo, to the movies… Bucky couldn’t help himself think that this is how things should have been with Dot. He knew he was a good father and Rebecca loved him a lot but he also knew his little girl needed a mother figure, that’s why he kept going on those dates. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have met you, someone that not only loved him but loved his daughter too.

The bell sounded, announcing the end of the classes for the day. They pushed the front doors of the building open, and you observed kids running out, excited that school was finally over. Your eyes caught the little brunette, she was peacefully walking with a blonde kid beside her.

“Becca!” you tried to catch her attention when you saw she was looking around looking for her father. When her eyes landed on you, a big smile grew on her face.

“Who’s that, Bec?” asked the boy who was still beside her.

“That’s my mom,” Rebecca replied, and with that she ran towards you without bidding goodbye to her friend. You picked her up in your arms, her little arms wrapped around your neck.

You asked, “Had fun at school?” She furiously nodded as she rambled on about what she had done, “…and Miss Larson asked a super hard question and I was the only one who knew the answer.”

“That’s my girl,” you high-fived with her as she laughed.

“Why did you come today?” she asked, tilting her face.

“Your dad is busy at work, so he’s gonna come home late.”

“So you’re gonna stay with me then?” she asked, hope and excitement clear in her voice.

You just nodded and she let a victorious sound escape her mouth. You laughed putting her on the ground and grabbed her tiny hand in yours. “Ready to go home?”

It was late at night when Bucky came home, when he noticed you weren’t in the living room he made his way upstairs to see the adorable image of you and Becca sitting on her bed, his daughter between your legs while you brushed her hair.

Neither of you had noticed his presence yet, he smiled at the view in front of him, how comfortable you were with each other, it was so natural. The thought of coming home every day to this filled his heart with warmth.

Knock Knock

“Daddy!” Rebecca screamed when she saw her father on the doorstep of her room, but she didn’t run and jump into his arms like she would normally do.

“What? No hug today?” Bucky pouted, which made his little girl giggle.

Rebecca pinched her nose with her fingers “You stink, daddy!”

Bucky gasped with fake offense and averted his gaze to you for support, only to receive a “Don’t look at me, Becca is right.”

Your boyfriend raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, I’ll take a shower, but you, young lady, are going to sleep now,” he said, pointing his index finger towards his daughter.

“But Y/N is brushing my hair!” she whined.

“She can brush your hair another day. You’ve got to wake up early for school tomorrow,”

Rebecca looked up at you, “Can you read to me?”

“Honey, I bet Y/N is tir-” But you didn’t let your boyfriend finish his sentence. “I don’t mind.”

“Yaaay,” the little girl screamed happily. She got up from the bed and ran to get a book.

Your boyfriend gave you a “Are you sure?” look.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, “You go shower.” Bucky nodded and left the room as Rebecca crawled back to bed and handed you a book.

She got under the covers, and you lied beside her, opening the book and started reading. “The little prince. Oh, I love this one.”

Once Rebecca finally fell asleep, you gave her a soft kiss on her forehead and made your way downstairs. Your boyfriend had finished his shower just a few minutes ago, his hair still damp.

“She’s asleep?” he inquired, his arms wrapped around your figure. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking in the scent of sandalwood and bergamot. You hummed in response. “Thank you for today.” At this you pulled away from him, looking at his soft features.

“It’s not a problem. You know I love spending time with her.”

“I know. And I love you for that,” he caressed your face and pulled you in again. Joining his lips with yours, your hands reached the back of his neck and you tangled your fingers into his wet hair, earning a low moan from him. You smiled into the kiss, giving him a last peck before pulling apart.

You both sat on the couch, your head resting on Bucky’s shoulder and one of your hands on his round belly, drawing patterns with your fingers. He had one arm safely around you. As you were telling him your day with Becca, he noticed that in the tone of your voice, there was something bothering you in the back of your mind.

“Hey,” he gently grabbed your chin with his free hand and made you look at him. “What’s wrong?”

You licked your lips, a habit you had developed years ago and something you always did when you were nervous. You could feel Bucky’s eyes piercing into yours. A worried expression etched on his features. “Did Becca say something to you?”

You shook your head. Swallowing hard, you tried to find the right words, not wanting your boyfriend to misinterpret what you wanted to convey. “It’s just… today, when I went to pick Becca from school, there was this kid with her and when he asked her who I was, she said that...she said that I was her mom,” You weren’t bothered or mad about the little girl referring to you as her mother but to say it didn’t shock you when you heard the words leave her mouth. Especially because it was the first time she did it.

You loved Rebecca the minute you met her; she was an adorable kid, and you of course you had thought about spending time with Bucky and her for the rest of your life, but you didn’t know if that wasn’t something she wanted, if it was something Bucky wanted. So when you heard the little girl refer to you as her mom, something fluttered inside you.

“Did she?” You could see the slight surprise on his face, but still a large smile grew on Bucky’s face and you felt like you could sigh in relief. He didn’t seem to be bothered by it. Quite the opposite, actually. “How do you feel about it?”

“I- I really liked it,” you shyly admitted, a matching smile growing on your face.

“Yeah?” he asked again. He just needed to be sure, the smile never leaving his face.

“Yeah,” you laughed happily. Bucky caressed your cheek with his thumb, and shifted your position on the sofa a little, to have better access to your lips. It was soft and sweet, nothing in the world existed but you two, you could feel fireworks exploding inside of you. Kissing Bucky always felt special and magical, but this kiss had something different, something you couldn’t explain with words.

“Every time I’m with you, there’s no other place I’d rather be. You are my world, my everything, and I’d love to do nothing more than make you happy. Becca loves you, and she could never have a better mom than you. I love you, Y/N, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So I’m asking...will you marry me?”

#chubby!bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfic #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine

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haikyuu-sins · 3 years ago

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Hiiii sweetie I love your Law writings so much! Oh this sounds like your others are bad, no I didn't mean to say that! I'm sure your others are good too, I just didn't read them yet because I'm Law obsessed lately. Anyways, could I request something? It's actually my first time to request something so I hope I did it right??? I'm sorry if I didn't. Coming back to the request, could you do something like Law x reader (preferably female but gn would be okay too though so everyone can relate!) being kinda close to each other and always teasing each other (she is a Strawhat member) and he is deeply in love with her but his heart breaks seeing her hugging a guy of her crew? Like he knows she's a cutiepie and loves hugging her friends but he just gets so jealous seeing her with Zoro or whoever and his mood changes and he distances himself from her, leaving her all confused because he thinks it's impossible for her to like him when it's so much more likely and also practical to date someone of her crew. But then she asks him about him being so weird and cold lately and he kind of let's everything out and confesses? I'm so sorry if this is too long or complicated, ignore it if that's the case! Sending lots of love to you from Germany! <3

Oh my freaking goodness you’re so sweet! I’m glad you enjoy all of my Law writings as much as I love writing for him! Don’t even worry, you don’t have to read my other’s if you don’t want to, if it’s just Law you wanna read the go right ahead! :) GERMANY?! I have people reading my works in GERMANY?! It always baffles me when I get asks that say they’re from another country because I forget that not everyone is going to live near me. Thank you for all the love all the way from Germany! ❤️

Warnings: None, other than some swearing here and there, not proofread in the slightest.

****Law x Strawhat!Reader

He hated it. There was nothing more that Law hated right now was seeing you draped over Zoro’s back while you watched something over his shoulder. He was stupid to think that you wouldn’t have a close relationship with them, of course you would. Law could only grit his teeth and endure it. It wasn’t like the two of you were in a relationship, he couldn’t tell you to stop.

Law actually could think of something he hated more. It was the fact that Zoro didn’t seem to mind, not in the slightest. It was like this was a daily occurrence for him and it was something he was used to. Part of him wanted to see the marimo push you off and act annoyed. But something told him that even then, you wouldn’t care and would simply do it again.

“Hey Law! Come look at what Usopp made-!” you slid off of Zoro’s back and turned around with a smile, hoping to see the other swordsman you had seen just a moment ago. Your sweet smile turned into a frown, then a pout when you realized he wasn’t there anymore. ‘Where did he go?’ You thought to yourself as you looked around the deck.

You knew that the other captain was a bit more reclusive than you’d like since you enjoyed being around him and it never seemed like he wanted to be around the rest of the crew-probably because most of the crew was so boisturious and loud and Law was, well...the opposite of boisturious and loud.

It didn’t take you long to find him. “You left us!” you say to him, playfully feigning like you were upset as you crossed your arms. “How rude!”

“And for a reason.” he simply responded back, not even looking at you while he did.

“Sorry, were we being too loud?” you chuckled and smiled. “You’re gonna have to get used to that on this ship while you’re here with us.”

Am I going to have to get used to seeing you all over your crew as well? Law kept his thoughts to himself while he opted not to give you another response.

“Um...I’ll just…” you pointed back to Zoro and the others, leaving him to be by himself since that’s what you thought he wanted. It was the opposite. He wanted to be around you, but he just couldn’t stand seeing you so close to them as well. As much as he wished that was him, he’d never say it aloud.

It was something that you had been noticing the past few days. The two of you got along great when you were on Punk Hazard together, so what was different now? You felt more comfortable since you were on your own ship and maybe that was it. There weren't any battles happening and everyone was quite lax...so shouldn’t it be the opposite? Shouldn’t he be more relaxed now that he knew he was safe? Or was that even it? You weren’t sure.

It took you a few days to finally approach him about it. You noticed that every time you he was around you and then when you went over to your crew mates, he’d be gone before you even turned back around.

The crew was inside eating and Law had finished first, opting to go outside in the quiet after he was done. You soon followed after you were done and left the loud dining room to find him. It wasn’t difficult since there was only a limited area outside on the deck.

“Don’t like how loud it is in there?” you chuckled as you walked up to the railing next to him. “I’m not sure how long you’ll stay with us, but you get used to it, you actually tend to enjoy it after a while and when it’s quiet, you feel a little weird.”

“I don’t think I’ll be getting used to Mugiwara-ya anytime soon and I don’t know how you deal with…” Luffy’s loud shriek was heard in the distance and Law’s face scrunched up, “that.”

You only laugh at the other captain, “I take it your crew isn’t like this then?”

He rolled his eyes and almost cringed at the thought. “No. They are. I just choose to ignore it most of the time.”

“And does that work?”

He answered almost immediately, “Never.”

You laughed again and Law felt like his breath almost caught in his throat. It was something he would be able to listen to over and over again and never get sick of-unlike your captain.

“I wanted to ask you something too…” your fingers tapped the railing and traced the design of the wood. “Are you okay? Or did I do something wrong? I thought we were getting along really well and lately it feels like you’ve been more distant for some reason. I just...I like talking to you and I thought you did too. We’ll be in the middle of a conversation and I’ll turn to talk to someone and then when I turn back to talk to you again, you’re gone. But maybe I just misinterpreted it and you didn’t want to talk to me in the first place.” you let out an almost pitiful sounding laugh, along with a sad smile.

Fuck...That wasn’t the reason in the slightest and he hated that he made you think that it was your fault he was just a little jealous of your crew mates that you live with.

“No.. that’s not it…” he sighed to himself, feeling guilty that he had made you feel that way. He was fighting with himself internally. Do I say something to them or not? He knew that there wouldn’t be much of a relationship since the two of you were on separate crews. Pair that with the fact that he doesn’t even know if he’ll survive this attack on Doflamingo.

Law wouldn’t want to get your hopes up about anything if you felt the same way about him. At the same time, this could possibly be one of his only chances to tell you how he felt. All he could think about was embarrassing himself. From the first time he saw you on Sabaody, he knew that there was something about you because of the way you never left his mind since then.

It was a stroke of luck that you managed to see him again on Punk Hazard. Since you were relatively new to the crew at that time, you still hadn’t bonded with anyone in particular so he never saw you acting like you do now with them.

You raised your brow in an attempt to get him to continue with what he was trying to say. “Then what is it?” you ask him slowly. “If you don’t want to say anything, that’s fine I guess. As long as I’m not doing anything to make you mad or hate me.”

“I’m not mad at you. I don’t hate you either.” he paused for a moment, gritting his teeth together. Law couldn’t believe that he was even doing this to himself. “Quite the opposite actually…”

Your brow raised again in slight confusion. “Oh?” you hesitated, the thought registering in your head about what he meant. You knew he wasn’t exactly the person who would let his feelings gush out. A small smile slipped out and you tried your best not to smirk.. “Ooh~ I see.” you drug your words out slowly.

As Law went to open his mouth, whether to object to what you were saying-even though he wasn’t-or let you know that you were right, he didn’t get to say anything before your Captain burst onto the deck.

“Y/N-chaaan!!! Come play with us!!” and you couldn’t even object or tell Luffy that you would be there in a minute when a long arm stretched out to grab you. It wrapped around your waist and you before it was able to yank you away from Law, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and planted your lips firmly on his.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me~” you grin as you pull away, not because you want to but because you’re being forced away by Luffy.

Law could feel his cheeks heat up from the sudden kiss and all he wanted to do was grab his hat and pull it over his face. But then he would’ve missed seeing your smile as you notice just how flustered you made him. He wouldn’t mind being a little embarrassed if he gets to see your smile every time.

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #trafalgar-law-x-reader #law-x-reader #trafalgar law scenario #trafalgar law fic #law op #trafalgar law op #trafalgar law imagine #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #op

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attemptinghaikyuu · 4 years ago

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Joking About Dating A Friend But They Take You Seriously

A/n: I feel like this aligns with my love for fake dating scenarios, it was also just as fun to write as those scenarios

G/n reader

Pretty setter squad (most of them~)

Akaashi Keiji

He freezes on the spot, turning and looking at the smile adorning your face as you look up at your friend. “Boyfriend.” he corrects himself

Maybe it’s stupid but he wishes he had at least been able to tell you his feelings before he knew it was hopeless. If he’d confessed he could have at least known there was nothing he could do right now. Akaashi’s walking away from the two of you as soon as he can. He’s having a hard time not crying after finding out

The next day when you try to talk to him he’s ignoring you. If you’re persistent, he’s still speaking as little as possible

You can tell somethings putting him in a sour mood, so you back off and give him some space, but it hurts being ignored by your crush…

When you talk to Bokuto later and you mention your friend, imagine your surprise when the ace asks “you mean the one you’re dating?”

“What are yo- oh!” You start laughing at that and explain that your friend and you had only been messing around

THE MOMENT BOKUTO TELLS HIM-

He’s sprinting to tell you how he feels and is in literal tears, when you say you feel the same way

Akaashi is going to be such a caring and considerate boyfriend, though he’s also going to be very clingy whenever you’re around that friend… not that you mind <3

Kenma Kozume

He hears it and freezes and at first, his brain doesn’t want to process what he heard

But as soon as it sinks in, he’s shoving his face in his game screen and trying to pretend that it doesn’t matter

He won’t straight up ignore you, but it’s obvious he’s distancing himself from your friendship. Short answers to any questions you ask, zero eye contact, and it’s like he’s shrinking in on himself whenever you’re around

Obviously this upsets you as much as him, and in response you end up hanging around your “girlfriend” more

Kenma sees you hangout with your friend more and only ends up feeling like he’s fully lost you :(

Kuroo being the observant, kind friend that he is, decides he’s going to give the person who played with his friends heart some very special words

He finds your club room and listening into you’re conversation, discovers you trying to figure out what you should do about your crush on Kenma, when it seems like he doesn’t even want you around

He hears your friend say “well sweetie, maybe you need to just tell him~”

It clicks with Kuroo pretty fast that this is a misunderstanding; the teasing tilt to your friends voice and the fact that you literally just said you liked Kenma?

Kenma ends up almost not confessing when he finds out, he feels like a jerk for acting the way he did

But after some convincing from Kuroo, Kenma grabs your hand and squeezing his eyes shut, with his head down, tells you he likes you

Biggest blush when you tell him you like him back, and if it’s possible, gets more flustered when you ask him if this means your dating and tells you yes

Kuroo’s so proud, he takes credit for getting you two together whenever he can

Oikawa Toruu

He’s like “no… because I like them… so they can’t date.. someone else..”

It hurts

It really hurts, and all he wants to do is run up to you and tell you he is so much better then them

But he barely even knows your friend and how could he possibly say that if you’re smiling and laughing, poking the sides of the person who’s making you happy

Oikawa is forcing a happy smile on his face, walking over, and congratulating you and your partner

Except you’re laughing harder when he tells you how lucky you are to be dating someone who makes you so happy

And he can feel his insecurities bubbling up inside him, all while his confusion for your continued laughter grows

But then he here’s your next words

“I- no offense,” you’re barely holding it together when you glance at your friend. “But I’d never date you-”

Hearing these words, which you somehow managed to wheeze out, Oikawa almost falls to his knees to thank whatever god out there for being on his side

His mood has done a complete 180 and as smoothly as he can, is asking you out he’s going for it right now after that heart attack

Is absolutely so smug about you saying yes, and will be parading your relationship around that friend (they’re either really confused or find it really amusing how your boyfriend could be worried about them trying something)

He’s just really happy though, okay? Please, he’s in so deep, he’ll stop being so obnoxious around that friend if you ask

Sugawara Koushi

He can’t breathe for a moment. It’s like everything stops and all he can do is stare at you

The heartbreak he feels as he watches the scene in front of him is honestly too much to take

Suga just walks out

He can’t stay and watch that. He doesn’t want to cry in front of you and than burst out crying that he’s in love with you when you’re dating someone else

He wonders if he’ll be able to face you again, especially when he’s breaking down over just hearing the news of you dating some other friend

Nearly doesn’t hear you shouting his name as you run after him

Only stops when he feels your hand on his shoulder and sees your concerned face come into his line of sight

Try’s to hide his tear stained face by turning away but it’s too late

“Koushi, whats wrong?”

You sound so worried and now he feels like a garbage friend, of course your gonna be freaked out after he runs out and ignores you telling him you’re dating someone

“Sorry, you just surprised me… I didn’t realize how emotional I would get finding out my friend was dating someone,” he has to pause to take a deep breath. “I’m really happy for you though.”

He’s trying so hard and you kinda realize what’s going on

“Sorry to burst your happy bubble then,” you chuckle, grabbing his hands. “But I was just joking around with them, I actually like someone else. Umm, he’s really cute and considerate, and worrying me a bit… I just hope he’s okay though.” Saying this, you pull one hand away to wipe the fresh tears falling from Suga’s eyes

Disbelief filling him, he can only stare at your embarrassed state and wonder how you can make him feel so much

It takes awhile, but with a watery laugh he confesses his feelings and asks if you’d take him as your boyfriend

He’s never gonna stop telling you and anyone who’ll listen, how lucky he is :,)

Atsumu Miya

Is shocked when he hears you say that you and your boyfriend are gonna go on a date later

He doesn’t take the time to process your joking tone

Is steering clear of you and if he does see you? He’s turning the other way without a word

Atsumu has a lot of pride, and he was not going to let you see him in this vulnerable state

He feels guilty about his avoidance when he sees the confused and hurt look on your face as he ignores you trying to talk to him

It’s like at every turn you’re their to make him feel worse about what he’s doing, and when he notices a lack of you he realizes you must’ve stopped trying to talk to him

You giving him space leads to Atsumu feeling worse about it

Him and you dating had seemed so inevitable to him, so he can’t help but feel cheated

And he’s not sure what he’s supposed to do, get over his feelings? Is that what would fix things?

He really misses you, it’s been two weeks and he’s a mess

Samu knows his brother is stupid sometimes, so he tells him to talk to you… and that he’s a dumb ass who misinterpreted the whole situation

He’s so mad for depriving himself of time with you

At this point he could care less if he’s dating you, he was bound to stop and find a way to make peace with just being your friend anyway

But that doesn’t mean he isn’t confessing right after Samu tells him of his mistake

And Atsumu knows he’s never gonna take you for granted after what he just went through

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ming-sik · 1 year ago

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@xenodogz ok replying is getting unwieldy im gonna go by your arguments point by point:

we do fundamentally disagree, i think that if someone sees something about "discourse" it is in fact their responsibility to find out what the discourse actually is before posting a long wildly incorrect theory about it being unprompted prejudice. personally if i hear that someone's mad at me i do usually try to find out why before i form my opinion on the situation and i don't think that's too much to ask! if someone can't be bothered to form an informed opinion why bother forming an opinion at all?

you've continued to not respond to the original point of the original discussion: it was literally framed as a test. the reason the screenshot was provided on its own was to test whether or not the reader can recognize this specific red flag by picking up on context clues, which are available in the original post. people don't always have signs on their head that say "i'm going to emotionally exploit you" so it's important to at least be able to recognize that something is suspicious and question a potential partner to make sure you're not putting yourself in a vulnerable position and they're being honest with you. you and a lot of other people failed the test, which doesn't mean you're stupid, but doubling down and blaming the tester for not giving you the answer kinda is. also can you decide if people were just saying The Guy was maybe aromantic OR if nobody was defending him OR if he wasn't relevant at all OR if the situation seemed fine without the context. it kind of seems like whether The Guy was defensible/relevant or not hinges entirely on which option bolsters your individual points. also what do you MEAN the origin of the discourse wasn't relevant. what? of course it's relevant that people originally misinterpreted the situation to use cishet aro dudes as a shield for a misogynist!

"nobody was saying it was arophobic to be upset at the guy" yes they were that was, again, the origin of the discourse. like defending him by saying "well maybe he's just aro and wants to be exclusive fwb for STD safety" w/o mentioning the presenting romantic relationships are more serious and feeling entitled to exclusivity when hes not taking it seriously, and doubling down when the people who recognized the red flags were proven right, is using cishet aro guys as a shield for misogyny which is my sticking point.

how is it not hurting cishet aro guys to, again, be used as a gotcha for people complaining about misogynists? that was the original problem. cishet aro men were not originally being attacked, so by responding to criticism of misogyny with "leave cishet aro guys alone" anyone who came into the discussion without a strong familiarity with the differences between cishet aro guys and misogynists who use 'relationship' as code for 'respect' would get the impression that if That Guy "might be aromantic" that this is standard behavior for cishet aro guys, which i would say is much more damaging than people complaining about that first thing.

yeah i saw the other poll i mentioned it in my first post. as someone who was following the original discussion i maintain that it's extremely bad faith to characterize things as them attacking cishet aro men without the context "after people defended a misogynist because he might be cishet aro".

in general i'm concerned about the current state of discussion in the aro & ace communities due to the same things you're presenting as counterarguments. i dislike seeing the only things in the aro tag being banal positivity or people weighing in on conversations through a game of endless telephone. this climate makes us extremely vulnerable to bad actors who can frame harmful things as an attack on aro people under the knowledge that most people won't challenge that, and forms a loop where people are incentivized not to get better at theory, ultimately making the community a worse place to be in. if the aro community had a healthy discussion scene the original people misinterpreting the situation either would've passed the test because they'd be educated about this type of abuse from the aro position of people who have to deal with potential partners who think no relationship =/= no respect, or would've been in a mindset to re-evaluate when they turned out to have failed to pick up on the signs being discussed. instead a bunch of people willfully misinterpreted an unrelated thing and then the entire aro tag for a week was people furthering the game of telephone. there's a third option beyond "nuclear wasteland of unproductive arguments" and "uncritical refusal to engage with anything except positivity".

in conclusion,

honestly it's just frustrating. you have people finding misogynistic cishet dudes and defending their emotional neglect of their sexual partners because it superficially resembles aromanticism even when the men themselves do not identify as aromantic and are often neglecting their sexual partners specifically because they view a girlfriend as the only type of woman who deserves any type of effort and so if the chick they're fucking isn't their girlfriend they can treat her like dirt. and then when people are rightly like "hey fuck you for defending a misogynist" the same people who claimed the cishet guy who never at any point claimed to be aromantic was aromantic and therefore criticizing his misogyny is arophobia go into the aro tags to despair at how many people HATE aromantics so they can whip a bunch of bystanders into a frenzy because they've heard that people are discrediting aromanticism, and therefore are encouraged to read the original unrelated posts or people getting pissed at someone defending emotional abuse by calling it aromanticism in bad faith or not at all, and so you get a mountain of people theorizing that the attack on cishet aro men was manufactured by TERFs instead of people who think that girls who date guys deserve dudes who don't see them as a freelance contractor they can expect sex from without having to treat them with the bare minimum respect they feel a girlfriend is owed.

#also on a lighter note i hope this response alleviates any concern you had abt being too wordy and argumentative #anyway wheres that post abt how a lot of stuff on this site would be easier if there was a way to just go 'oh shit my bad'#sometimes you misinterpret an argument. and tbc the original response #was a guy trying to seem innocuous and like the thing he was requesting was totally normal #the discussion was trying to make sure ppl who otherwise wouldve been tricked can recognize it for what it is #the problem is doubling down on it/ignoring explanations/derailing the conversation

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fangurk · 4 years ago

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She’s Always There (Paul Lahote x Reader)

Key:

Y/n: Your Name

Y/l/n: Your Last Name

Y/n/n: Your Nickname

Y/e/c: Your Eye Color

Y/h/c: Your Hair Color

Prompt Given To Me By @ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhghhhh.tumblr.com: hey!! so the reason I'm messaging is because I wanted to request something but can't fit it all into an ask lmao. anyways could i please request a Paul Lahote x reader where the reader has been super close to the whole pack for years and has been Paul's imprint but doesn't know it (bc Sam thought it would be best to keep u away from it all) and they decide to finally tell you about being shapeshifters and being Paul's imprint and you're so mad about them not telling u earlier and there's a huge argument and they and Paul tries to calm you down but you say stuff like 'leave me alone' and things like that and it sounds like you're rejecting him/the bond in ur angry breakdown. anyways Paul is heartbroken and can't get out of bed or eat or anything so the guys finally convince you to come back bc they and Paul need you and it's just the reader cuddling with him and getting him out of bed to take a shower and eat and he realizes that you're not going anywhere and it's just like healing the imprint bond? sorry for this WALL of text, I've just had this idea stuck in my head for a while lol. if you don't want to do it, that's completely fine!! thank you for your time ♡

ok so my guy,, bc this fic has been stuck in my head for a bit, some scenes have developed? so idk i hope this isn't too much, but if u do write it, would u be willing to add like some angst to it, obvi, and maybe a scene/part lol where when the reader tries to get him to shower (bc the misinterpreted rejection made him like super depressed and he just felt low about himself) he won't shower, because he doesn't want to come out and the reader is gone. so either they shower together (not smutty just angst&fluff) or she sits like in the bathroom while he showers LOL. and when he feels a bit better, they go down to eat and he's touching some part of her at all times. if this is too much to like,, include then that's a-okay. i just need to get this OUT of my MIND ugh lmao!/!

Reader Gender: Female

Summary: The Reader has been friends with most of the pack members for her whole life. Which is why, after months of silence and strange changes, she was willing to let them back into her life— until she finds out she’s been told lies that leave her in danger, of course. After a big freak out and two weeks of avoiding them, the boys come begging for her help; it turns out that Paul has some wolf-y claim on her, and whatever she said to him has left him worse for wear...

Warnings: Mentions of Depression, Nudity, Angst, and Cursing.

A/n: this is literally like a whole novel I’m so sorry I got carried away. this is kinda based on a lot of fics I read where the imprint has the potential to really hurt people and I named Paul’s dad.

Word Count: 2.9k+

“The legends are real!?”

Y/n Y/l/n hasn’t ever been so disturbed in her entire life.

After weeks of radio silence, Sam Uley’s little ‘gang’, mostly consisting of people she’d known since childhood, had slowly trickled back into her life. What started as a grocery run with Paul or a movie with Jared had turned into big bonfire parties including Jacob Black and his gaggle.

But that was months ago. Months. And now, as she sits by a fire, surrounded on either side by them, they decide to tell her their little secret?

“Y/n.” Sam says as she abruptly stands, eyes stern and hand raised placatingly.

His actions only served to upset her more and her skin bristles with irritation. Sam was acting as if she, a human surrounded by shape shifters, was the unstable one. As if she could do any damage to things built to kill vampires.

“Don’t you dare, Sam.” She clenches her fists, glaring right back at him. “It’s been months- months- and you’re telling me now?”

“It’s not exactly an easy thing to bring up.” He reasons, voice a little less demanding. “We all wanted to be sure that you were ready to know.”

“Ready?!” Y/n laughs mirthlessly, y/e/c eyes wide with disbelief, “When was I supposed to be ready Sam? W-when one of you gored me? When a cold one ripped me apart?”

Her hands shake as she puts them on her forehead, blinking back tears. Growing up all she’d ever heard were stories of humans getting dragged into fights between wolf and vampire, and she couldn’t bring herself to look Emily in the eye because it was suddenly apparent that wolves alone could hurt people too.

It was so bad, whatever happened to Emily, that they said a bear mauled her— Y/n didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“It’s not like that, Y/n/n.” Embry chimes in, reaching out to grab his friend's arm.

She yanks her body out of the way and gathers her belongings quickly.

“What is it like then, Call?” She holds her bag to her heaving chest, “because it seems to me that you all have the ability to turn into giant, slobbery freaks that are built for killing vampires and, after completely dropping me for weeks, you decided to keep it secret from me for months. Did it even occur to you that I would’ve been better off knowing right off the bat?!”

No one says anything. Eight shifters and two of their girlfriends sit there, just staring at her like she was speaking a different language.

“You know,” Y/n has to clear her throat to steady her wavering voice, “had you guys really been souped-up on drugs like everyone says, maybe I could’ve handled the lying. But my life was clearly potentially in danger, and you let me hang around without saying anything. I- God I don’t want to see you people right now.”

She leaves with that, stepping over logs and storming back down the beach with determination. Faintly over the roar of her heartbeat, she can hear someone scrambling to stand behind her.

“Wait!— shit, sorry-” Paul grunts, jogging to catch up with her- “Y/n-“

With an unusual gentleness, his warm hand wrapped around her forearm. For a moment, deep in the back of her mind, a foreign feeling tells her to stop, to listen; but that small voice is quickly smothered by the rational part of her brain, and she wrenches her arm from his grip.

“Don’t touch me!” She snaps, lowering her voice, “Leave me alone- I need to be alone.”

Paul stands there, dumbstruck, an unreadable look in his eyes as she walks away. And he’d continue to stand there, looking like a kicked puppy long after her retreating form became a blur amongst the darkness of the beach.

“Paul?” Sam is hesitant, hand hovering over the younger boy’s shoulder a minute before he touches him, “You okay?”

Shrugging his leader’s arm off his shoulder, Paul sighs. “No...I...I’m just gonna head home.”

Instead of going in the directions of the cars, the wolf stalks off toward the woods; Emily stands from her seat, wrapping her sweater more around herself as she watches Paul leave. Concern is written all over her features.

“He’ll be fine, Em,” He pulls her in for a hug, “it’ll all work out eventually.”

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Y/n does a good job of avoiding them for a while.

She turns her phone off a few days in and avoids going to First Beach, even when Washington gets a rare, warm summer feel. Books that have sat long forgotten on her shelves get read and TV shows she’s always meant to catch up on get watched; it’s boring and she runs out of options, at one point thinking of dying her hair y/f/c just to spice things up, but it allows her to think. (Or at least it allows this strange little voice in the back of her head to tell her that she needs to go back to them.)

The next time she sees any of the boys is exactly two weeks after the bonfire incident.

She’s curled up on her couch, picking at some of the Clearwaters’ fish fry and barely watching an episode of ANTM, when a fist comes banging down on her door. Turning off the TV, she tiptoes to the window, peeking under the curtain as carefully as she can.

As she expected, Jared Cameron and Embry Call are on her porch, the former standing in front of her door with his hip cocked, the other rooting around in her mother’s plants for something. Cringing, she hopes if she’s quiet enough that they’ll just go away.

Her front door opens within minutes, however, and she realizes her hoping is fruitless.

Should’ve known you can’t hide from wolves, she can’t help but think bitterly.

“Y/n?” Jared calls out through the house, “we know you’re here.”

“Yeah, and you guys should probably move your spare key,” Embry tacks on, flicking the light switch to the living room up, “I've known you forever and it’s still in the same place.”

From her spot by the window, the y/h/c haired girl glares at the two boys, arms crossed over her chest. Embry gives her a lopsided grin and holds the key out to her, his bud plopping down on the couch and pulling her abandoned plate into his lap.

Y/n extends a hand to take the key.

“Has it really been in the same place?” She sounds a little more defeated than she’d like.

“Yeah, it’s always been in your mother’s cornflower pot.”

“That’s...kinda sad.” She wrinkles her nose, pocketing the key with the intention to hide it better later, “but uh, I’ve been ignoring you for two weeks for a reason. Peacefully breaking into my house kinda furthers my need for space.”

Embry scratches the back of his neck.

“Well,” He says, “we need you to come back, man. Paul won’t talk to anyone- Sam doesn’t know if he’s eating, and he won’t even get out of bed for patrol! He needs his imprint-”

“His what?” She cocks her head to the side and Jared snorts from the couch.

“She left before we got there, nimrod,” Jared mocks through a mouthful of food, “she doesn’t know what an imprint is.”

He lets out an indignant “Hey!” as Y/n walks by, snatching her plate back from him on her way to the kitchen. Embry chases after her, a grumpy Jared jumping up from the couch to follow.

“You’re his imprint— you’re basically his soulmate!”

“Really?” She says warily, sealing the fish and putting it back in the fridge.

Both boys nod clumsily.

“You remember a few weeks ago when you saw each other for the first time again and he kinda just stood there like an idiot while you talked?”

“Yeah? Oh!-” She brings her hands up to her mouth, brows furrowed as she recalls.

It was exactly Jared had said. She and Paul had seen one another for the first time in a long time and the minute her y/e/c eyes looked into his, it was like he’d been struck dumb.

Embry gives her an encouraging look, “An imprint is...It's not like love at first sight, really. It's more like… gravity moves… suddenly. It's not the earth holding you here anymore, she does… You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that's a protector, or a lover, or a friend. When you snapped at him last week he thought you were rejecting him….”

A part of her thought about how absurd it was that he knew that whole speech. But the bigger part of her came to a realization that made her stomach churn.

“So he's all depressed… because… of me?” She whispers, leaning back on the counter.

Embry, always a rather sympathetic person, opens his mouth to comfort her, but Jared cuts him off.

“Basically. So are you going to come with us so we can help Paul or are you going to continue being petty?”

In any other circumstance, Y/n probably would’ve thrown something at her for calling her petty. She felt she was completely justified in her actions. A part of her wonders if she can really believe them— they’d spent months lying to her after all. But a larger part thinks about Paul, curled up in his bed, slowly desecrating because he thinks she rejected him.

If it were really all some ploy to get her to listen to them, then she’d at least be the person who chose the well-being of her friend over a petty disagreement.

“I’m coming.” She affirms, pushing herself off the counter, and letting the boys lead her to the car.

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Jared and Embry drop her off in front of the Lahote household. They tell her something but she can’t really hear them over her heartbeat, she doesn’t even know they’re gone until it’s too late to turn back.

Getting into the house wasn’t the hard part. Paul’s father, Cyrus, had been leaving as she arrived, and, after he watched her stare at the house with a fearful expression for a few minutes, he happily let her in. The hard part was willing her legs to take her up the stairs to Paul’s room, and then it was opening his bedroom door.

Y/n has known Paul since they were eight, but she was afraid of him until they were eleven. He wasn’t mean, per se, but his anger made him do mean things; she wasn’t entirely happy with puberty and it’s monthly gifts, but whatever it did to make her suddenly un-afraid of him she was grateful for. But now, standing in front of his bedroom door, she had a nagging fear that Paul would revert to that eight year old boy who threw lunch boxes and twisted arms behind backs until people cried.

The door creaks slightly as she struggles to push it open.

His room is almost completely dark except for the light coming from the hallway behind her. Trash and dirty clothes have formed a compact layer on his bedroom floor, foot sized holes leading up to the twin sized bed in the corner. On the bed, amongst the blankets she’s sure he doesn’t need, is Paul— or at least, a Paul sized lump.

As gross as it is, she’s kind of relieved he’s been eating.

“Paul?” She whispers tentatively, stepping toward the bed.

The lump flinches and turns toward her.

“Y/n?”

If the room and the description of his state weren’t heartbreaking enough, his voice definitely was. Hollow, rough, and small, everything it never was, everything Paul wasn’t.

“Is that you?”

“Yeah...it’s me..”

She carefully steps over to the bed, and Paul slowly sits up, pushing his blankets to the side. There’s a beat of silence as she stands between his legs, his reluctant hands coming to rest on her waist after a minute. Y/n let’s him have another to gather his thoughts.

“You really came…” Tears well up in his eyes and loops his arms around her back.

She runs a hand through his hair. “I did, and I’m so sorry, if I had known—”

Paul nuzzles her stomach, “S’fine, you didn’t know, and you’re here now.”

There’s a sort of cute, euphoria lacing his voice and he’s visibly much more relaxed.

“Just don’t ever say that again…”

“I won’t, I promise.”

She’s surprised when he manhandles her into his lap, but she doesn’t really mind. He’s warm and strangely familiar and something about it just— clicks.

“When was the last time you spent, I dunno, a minute or two out of your room?” Y/n asks softly, y/e/c eyes glancing about the room.

The shifter’s only response is a shrug, too busy nosing around her neck with vigor. When he finds a certain spot, it makes her squeak, and this seems to excite him like a puppy finding out its favorite toy makes noise.

“You need to bathe, eat something substantial,” She intertwines their fingers, “and the...pack...they’re really worried about you— are you even listening to me?”

He looks up at her then and flashes her a sheepish smile, answering her question. Pursing her lips, she pulls his arms from around her.

“C’mon, Paul.” She stands up and takes his hand. “We’re gonna get you cleaned up.”

She moves toward the door, urging him forward, only to be jerked to a stop as he stays put. He looks a little distressed when she turns back to him, brows furrowed, almost like he’s in pain.

“Paul?”

He grunts, jaw clenched as the cogs turn in his head. Y/n cocks her head and reaches out for his other hand. It felt like some sort of supernatural intuition, one she’ll blame on the imprint and ask Emily about later.

“Paul, hon, why won’t you come shower?”

“I’m afraid you'll leave,” He says bashfully, “it’s stupid, I know, but part of me is afraid you’ll leave while I’m in the shower.”

Y/n couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken at his confession. Paul was part wolf, and part of being part wolf was imprinting— she almost wishes she’d have stayed long enough to listen, or been able to focus as the boys debriefed her on the ride over because only being able to speculate how much she’d actually hurt him was eating her alive. He wouldn’t even shower, something he desperately needed to do, because of what she’d said.

Taking a deep breath, she barely registers the words she’s about to say.

“I’ll wait with you, I’ll sit on the toilet, you’ll see me there.”

And true to her word, Y/n does sit on the toilet while Paul showers, reading the information on soap bottles to distract herself from the fact that he was there next to her, very naked. Occasionally he asks her what she’s doing, and she reads the ingredients out loud to the best of her ability, and he laughs a little— she tries to hide her smile, but she was too happy he was laughing.

She closes her eyes when he gets out, letting him dry himself off and pull on some clean shorts. He throws the wet towel at her when he’s done, eliciting a “Hey!” that makes him laugh again.

Now that he’s clean, the two of them descend into his quiet house. Y/n navigates the kitchen, her wolf attached to her hip and being less than helpful, and makes them both something to eat— he doesn’t do much more than stand behind her, wrapped around her, making her life more difficult.

“I’m so happy you came back.” He says, watching her work.

“I was always going to.” Y/n responds, her voice sure and steady.

They talk as they eat, sitting across from one another at the too big table in the Lahote household. Talk about how this was going to work, admitting feelings that always lingered, and everything in between; she hooks her leg around his, watching him scarf down his meal with a wrinkled nose and fondness glittering in her y/e/c eyes.

He’s...gross...but he’s hers, she’s kind of stuck with him.

A date is planned. An actual date.

Paul promises to take her to the local diner (and to wear a shirt, for once.)

“I’ve been saving up for something like this.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, and you can get that dessert you like.”

Y/n laughs softly, but heat spreads up her neck and settles in her ears and cheeks. It’d been a long time since that had been her favorite food, but it was the thought that counted...

When Cyrus Lahote returns from work later that night his son and the Y/l/n girl are awkwardly situated on his couch— him on his back, snoring, her lying on top of him, face tucked into his neck, also fast asleep. The older man turns off the TV and tosses a blanket over the pair, ascending up the stairs with a smile on his face.

Y/n Y/l/n was trustworthy. She’s always there when Paul is in a rut too big for him to handle...

#paul lahote #paul lahote imagine #paul lahote x reader #twilight wolf pack imagine #twilight wolf pack #twilight fanfiction #eclipse #twilight wolf imagines #embry call #jared cameron #sam uley

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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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hi OHMDHHD STEM KOO is the cutest and sulky stem!koo!!! r u kiddinggg. So What if jungkook sees yoongi eating off of y/n's lunchboxes and his mind just goes...

stem koo sees someone else eating from his lunchbox(s) and freaks out 🥺🥺! senior oc is like o_o! thank u for writing

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

stem koo’s so mad that he might pop a vein

“do i even wanna know what happened to you last night?”

yoongi grimaces at you first thing in the morning, his grogginess proving no hindrance in being annoying himself

you’ve woke up with no hangover at all because you didn’t go back to the party to get your fill, the fresh experience still a little new

“jungkook asked me if i could walk him home and i did.”

you did wHAT now

sure, yoongi knows that no matter how ruthless you could be, you’d still go the extra mile if someone asked you to

but for jUNGKOOK?!?!

as in jungkook, the junior you have (maybe had at this point) a crush on, and have been making lunchboxes for a duration of two weeks?

also jungkook, the same guy who was a colossal asshole and have been more or less giving away the lunches you’ve secretly been making him??

THAT jungkook????

“y/n what do you have to say for yourself?” he gasps audibly, trying to shove at you but not without almost poking his eyes from pointing out the crusties

alright you expected this

you kinda deserve this

“buT he was like, two seconds away from a breakdown so i felt compelled to take care of him.”

that bit’s actually true and kook was about to cry in the middle of a party right then and there

he would’ve also rubbed his eyes raw to the point that he’d forget he made the stupid decision of wearing his eye contacts!!!

“yeah, yeah, i understand that part!!!” yoongi admits and he commends you in all honesty, “but what if he misinterprets that?”

you stop in your tracks at making a hangover bagel, attention clearly more piqued this time

“but there’s nothing to misinterpet..?”

LMAOOOO

ok maybe that’s where you’re wrong

yoongi scoffs at the question marks floating above your hand, scoffing even more when you still don’t get it

“no offense, but have you ever seen jungkook? he looks like the type to get attached too quickly. to the delivery guy. to a stain on the wall. to a laminated copy of his class schedule. he’d be a puppy sniffing at your heels in no time, y/n.”

>:(

“no he wouldn’t.”

......

uhhhhh

you, in fact, should probably listen to yoongi more

it’s monday and for the entirety of your day up until lunch, you’ve been getting stares at the back of your head!!!

you can’t see who but you kNOW that someone just keeps looking at you

you want to stare back to creep them off but you just!! can’t!! tell!! who!!

it’s frankly getting annoying and it’s making the hairs at the back of your neck stand up

“you’re the bEST!! you made me lunch and i didn’t have to beg??” yoongi exclaims when you slide a lunchbox towards him, hugging you by force when he sees that it’s his favorite rolls inside

lol cute

if only you didn’t view yoongi completely platonically and in a very repulsive way, he would’ve been your boyfriend by now

“yesterday. you didn’t beg yesterday and you only had to beg twenty times in the days before that,” you chuckle as he squeezes you, having to tug at his hair as soon as the hug started getting too long

man that is fREEING

you wipe off the imaginary crumbs he’s given you, scratching at the back of your neck when you furrow your brows in annoyance

“hey yoongi, is there someone behind me? jesus, someone’s been staring at the back of my head all day and it’s literally burning me.”

he’s been glancing up the whole time, cheeks full from the rice and it’s only when you call him out loud that he sTOPS chewing, head tilting automatically

yoongi actually starts chewing faster and that makes you THINK he has something to say, making you feel pressured nonetheless that you jostle him to get him to chew faster

jeez why’s he choking now

you offer your water bottle to him that he takes a longer than necessary sip from, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, only to nonchalantly gesture to the back of you

“you mean jungkook?”

huh

alright WHO now

listen

you have nEVER seen jungkook like this

BUT NEITHER HAS JUNGKOOK EVER SEEN YOU LIKE THIS

NOR YOONGI

NOR EVERYTHING LIKE THIS!!!

he woke up extra early and all because he was beyond motivated

and he even stayed up last night to search up crafts!!!

origami box crafts to house your eyedrops that he was gonna return to you!!!

but tHEN he realized that the paper would quickly be ruined regardless if he puts them in his pocket or backpack

and so jungkook mADE a little drawstring pouch instead

but then it started looking a little too plain and a little too perfect that you’d probably think he got it from the store and that he didn’t make it himself!!!

SO NATURALLY

jungkook had to design it somehow and learn how to stitch on a heart!!!!

but what if that was a little too romantic for eyedrops?? :///

alright fINE

he stitched on an outline of a carebear holding the heart

bUT WHAT IF you’d think it was just a ratty hand-me down or something???

jungkook stitched on your initials on the carebear

..... hold on

is he even sure that those are your initials

fuck it

jungkook has an origami box, a carebear heart initial drawstring pouch and a plain ol’ ziplock baggie in his backpack just in case

he devised a strategic plan on how to drop in the item at the last minute when he decides which approach to take after he finds you

a-after..... he finds....... you

is that..

is that his fucking LUNCHBOX????

THAT’S HIS LUNCHBOX???????

jungkook could literally see red

his yearly check-ups are all up to date but holy fuck absolutely NO ONE said that his blood pressure is capable of rising up like this

all he has is tunnel vision for his pastel blue lunchbox and the unfortunate blonde guy attached to it

he has NEVER walked this fast with so much purpose

he doesn’t even realize that people are going out of his path because sheesh they’ve also nEVER seen jeon jungkook from stem ever look this determined nor furious

he’s clenching his jaw so hard that he might not have to get his wisdom teeth taken out

“that’s my lunchbox.”

jungkook seethes from his teeth and the vein at the side of his neck is making the same appearance as his flared nostrils

he’s seeing red to the point that he doesn’t even realize that he’s seething at his senior, and even min yoongi at that

he’s seeing red and his blue lunchbox at the same time that he doesn’t even realize that you’re sitting rIGHT next to where he’s stood while he stares yoongi down

no one knows how to react actually

you’re too frozen, yoongi’s too appalled, and jungkook’s too angry

oh my fucking god

wAIT

it’s actually dawning on you that you’re about to get found out in front of jungkook and almost half of the entire university a-and-

“you think you’re the only one with the same blue lunchbox in the world?” yoongi recuperates from his shock and saves you as soon as he realizes the gravity of the situation when your eyes are wide and emotional instead of being narrowed and blank, “you’re not that special. think again, kid.”

yeah his tone might’ve been patronizing

but gOD yoongi is beyond offended

yeah jungkook might be a lil pissy bitch but he IS eating from “his” lunchbox or whatever

but never in a million years did he think that the kid would have some balls on him to approach him like that

fyi yoongi would nEVER come to his senior like that!!!! he wouldn’t even have the gall to come up and approach seokjin like that just some years ago!!!!!

jungkook balls his fists at that and he comes down off of the situation a little, but it never gets quite diffused

“maybe i’m not.”

his gaze lightened on yoongi but it’s still as hard as it’s skeptical, walking away wordlessly but not without sending you a soft gaze quickly

“but i know that sticking my nose to where it should belong is my specialty.”

#stem koo #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jungkook oneshot #jungkook edit #jungkook drabbles #jungkook x reader

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elliesguitarstrings · 4 years ago

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How about tom x reader where she's an actress that plays the part of an enemy in spiderman and they fall in love?

hehehe i love this

Warnings: none just fluff :)

Over the course of filming the new Spiderman film with Tom, your role has proven to be much more difficult than you expected. You’re playing the main villain in the film, Spiderman’s sworn enemy.

Usually, this type of role would be no problem for you. Obviously no role is easy, but you have played evil characters before, so you had the impression that it would be no big deal. Normally when playing someone’s enemy, you find the small details in your counterpart that make you frustrated or annoyed, allowing you to use those to your advantage and really get into the character.

But you can’t do that with Tom.

Before filming, you and Tom had hung out a few times, and by now you have become extremely close. You’ve tried and tried to find at least one thing you dislike about him, but you just can’t do it. It seems like everything about him is perfect. His voice, his face, his hair, his body, the list can go on and on. And not to mention his amazing personality. After every fight scene, he always checks up on you to make sure you didn’t get hurt, he always walks you back to your trailer and gives you a goodnight hug, and he never fails to make you laugh, even on your worst days. There just doesn’t seem to be a single thing wrong with him.

Due to this unfortunate, well maybe not that unfortunate, turn of events, it has been difficult for you to really immerse yourself into your character, and it’s starting to really test your patience.

That brings you to today, where you and Tom are in your trailer running through lines for your big fight scene. Your character is supposed to be so angry that you try to kill him, but right now, you just want to kiss him instead.

“Can you not look at me like that? I’m supposed to be mad at you,” you whine.

“Look at you like what? I’m not doing anything!”

“I don’t know, just, look more angry or something, you look too cute right now, I can’t even pretend to be mad at you.”

Tom grins cheekily, “Well I’m sorry I’m cute, I don’t know how to change that.”

You groan, “See there you go again! How am I supposed to want to kill you if you’re acting like this?”

“Well what do you want me to do then?”

You sigh, exasperated, “I don’t know, look like you aren’t in love with me or something!”

“Well what if I am in love with you?”

Your eyes widen in shock, internalizing what he just said. To be honest, you don’t know if he’s joking or not, because it isn’t unusual for Tom to playfully flirt, especially with you. But this seems different.

“What?” is all you manage to make out.

“You heard me.”

“Tom come on, stop joking around-”

“I’m not joking Y/N. I’m in love with you, and I’m sorry if I’m being too forward or misinterpreting everything but it really seems like you like me too, like more than a friend I mean. And I know filming is ending soon and I know that I would regret not saying anything to you before we parted ways. So there.” Tom says nervously.

“No, Tom, don’t be sorry,” you slightly stumble over your words, still in shock that the man you’ve fallen in love with actually likes you back, “I, um, I feel the same way.”

“You do?” he smiles.

“Yeah Tom. I’m in love with you too,” you smile back.

Not knowing what else to say, you lean in and kiss him, smiling against his soft lips. You pull back only when you’ve both run out of breath, and you giggle.

“What?” Tom chuckles.

“I think this is only gonna make my job of hating you ten times harder.”

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