#—and by that I mean how they both posted pictures of looking tired or annoyed without context

[sheastri]

Heart of a Woman ft. Lando Norris

Synopsis : In which the only thing that's saving him is the heart of the woman who loves him.

Pairing: Lando Norris x black!fem!reader

Genre: Boderline Horror

Warning(s): Cheating

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username Only thing that's saving you is the heart of a woman. 

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Question is, why I do the things I do. Answer I may never find, but I'll always choose you.

"Come on, pick up the phone." You say to yourself after seeing the posts all over social media. You had called 5 times prior and you were just hoping for a miracle at this point before you heard Lando's voice come through the phone.

"Hey y/n, what's up?" Lando says nonchalantly.

"What's up? Do you think I'm dumb? Like seriously." You say heated.

"What's this about? I'm lowkey lost." He responds again almost uncaring but with an edge in his tone.

"Now me and you both know you saw the pictures all over your timeline so I don't even know why you try. Who's the girl?" You say before letting out a sigh, not even mad anymore just tired.

"Which one?" He replies now sounding annoyed.

"Oh? So it's like that? Forget this then." You say sick of his shit.

"No, y/n wait. Look I know what I did was wrong but you weren't meeting my needs and she was just there." Lando says with full conviction, as if his reasoning is some amazing thing.

"The fuck? What do you mean she was just there?" You say mockingly.

"Well look at where you were and where she was... plus it was just a night out. Probably a one time thing." Lando says still trying to justify his actions.

"Just a night out?" You say raising your voice again.

"Y/n, you're just being overly dramatic and paranoid. Me and her are friends and we were just hanging out, you know? Like friends do!" He says snarky.

"You must have me mistaken for boo-boo the fool because everybody can tell there's something going on." You respond back with the same tone he used.

"But they don't know us baby, they don't understand our dynamic. I don't even do half the things I do with you with her." He says in a baby voice.

You stay silent, mulling over his words.

"Please forgive me love, I won't hang out with her anymore if it makes you feel uncomfortable." He says in the same tone, almost pleading.

"Thank you baby, you're forgiven." You say softly.

"Talk to you later babe?" He says.

"Yeah, I love you." You say all smiley.

"Love you too." He says finally before hanging up.

Wanna give up on you, but damn, I know I can't. I put the blame on me for giving you chance after chance

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landonorris monaco

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Only thing that's saving you is the heart of a woman.

You guys were now at Lando’s house after a long and silent car ride. The argument you guys had over text still fresh in both of your minds. He was sitting on the couch and you were standing with a drink in your hand.

"I hope you know that we're still continuing the discussion that we had earlier." You say straight up.

"Do we really have to get back to it? Why are we still on this topic." He says before sighing.

"We can't just laugh everything off because you don't feel like talking about it." You reply rolling your eyes.

"Can't you just get over it? I didn't think it was that serious." He says.

"Get over it? Lando, this is not just some silly little problem that won't mean anything in a couple days. It's the fact that you've cheated multiple times." You say now yelling.

"I didn't even cheat, it's just the way the media is spinning things. Maybe if you got off social media and talked to me more we wouldn't be here." He says in a matter a factly tone.

"Are you serious? Anytime I try and talk to you it's like I'm talking to a wall. Even when I call your phone, do you know how many times I have to call before you pick up?" You say annoyed and frustrated.

"Maybe if you were more interesting I'd be more eager to answer the phone." He says.

"Oh, but I'm the problem right?" You say raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, you are actually. Glad we could finally agree on something." He says.

You're about to respond when you actively feel the gears turning in your head as something clicks.

"Yeah, no. I'm wasting my time here. I don't think you've liked me for the longest time now, you just enjoy stringing me along and driving me insane. We're done." You say calmly as you walk away to go and get your suitcase and leave.

"Wait, what do you mean we're done?" Lando yells out as you walk away.

It's my mind and my soul versus your pride. Nigga, check your ego 'cause I left mine at the door

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A/N: My whole google search is what would a cheating man say, can't wait to clear it up with the next ficcccc.

[adoresia]

Nagi hates his glasses. they’re annoying; always sliding down his nose or fogging up when he breathes too hard. he only really needs them for screens anyways because as far as he’s concerned, if it’s blurry, it’s probably not worth paying attention to. no one’s ever successfully been able to get him to wear them either. Coaches try sometimes. teachers too. he just blinks at them, shrugs, and says “I’m fine.” and that’s usually the end of it.

He doesn’t realise anything off about you at first, as per usual.

The silence just slips in, it’s quiet at first, but then it feels weird… and then the heaviness of it all finally weighs down on him, unmissable. you weren’t talking to him anymore — not in in any of your shared classes or even when your paths crossed in the hallways. he only noticed when he mumbles something under his breath during class and you don’t look back at him in response like you always do. not even a warm smile as you continued to look down at your work. nothing. just your pen dragging across the worksheet like he doesn’t exist.

at first he shrugs it off. you’re probably tired. he can’t be bothered to think deeper than that. but then it happens again, and it doesn’t stop…

by the fourth day he finds himself waiting for your voice without meaning to. the seat beside him doesn’t feel as full or as vibrant as it used to — as you used to. the lesson felt even painfully slower than usual. and his brain felt quieter. like someone muted the usual background noise. and then one afternoon he’s scrolling on his phone, barely paying attention, and suddenly… he remembers? he had pictured someone waving at him, but it was too foggy to piece together. It was like, from halfway across the playground? Arms swinging dramatically in the air as if they were trying to land a plane.

but he hadn’t waved back. just blinked, squinted, and kept walking. not a single thought behind his eyes. but that jacket, in all its blurred out glory… that colour. it was just so familiar, like the one you always wore… Oh.

the next day, he blurts it out before he can second guess it. “…was that you waving the other day?” you blink, a little confused at what he was referring too. “Huh? Are you talking about, like… 4 days ago?”

“I didn’t have my glasses on.” he shrugs like it’s the most obvious excuse in the world. “so I didn’t really know it was you waving at me.“

you snort, half embarrassed but also relieved. you always tend to overthink his behaviour but…. In his defence, it’s Nagi? he’s always immersed in a screen whenever he can be, of course his eyesight is slowly deteriorating… aswell as never being asked to wear his glasses. “Why were you waving from so far away anyway? Should’ve just come over.” his harsh voice drew you out of your thoughts.

he pouts a little. “It’s not my fault I couldn’t see.” he pauses, and then says in a quieter and more genuine tone. “Did you think I was ignoring you?” you don’t really answer. you just look away, like you don’t want to admit how much it actually got to you, and maybe how it shouldn’t have. now that you think about it.

he sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, relieved that this was all just some big misunderstanding. and then he admits “That’s dumb… I like talking to you.”

you chest stutters.

he glances at you again, eyes softer now. “…I’ll wear them from now on if it means you’ll look at me again.”

Nagi hates his glasses, but now ? now he’s wondering if maybe he missed something worth seeing. even if it’s just a wave.

a/n : hi this is based off of true events but like not to me to a friend and the real story as actually kinda sad because I think said person actually thought my friend hated her and never spoke to her again….. so decided I was gonna write about it yay!,,😊😊 (I did ask her beforehand) anyways I couldn’t pick whether to do nagi or rin so I did both

Rin version here <-

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[giannan04]

mean dom jungwon putting you in handcuffs pleaseeee

OMG I love this request! It took me days but it’s finally posted! I had the time of my life writing this and I hope you love it! Thanks for requesting!🫶🏻

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Pairing: Jealous BF! Jungwon X Afab! Reader

Genre:SMUT!, slight ANGST, Established Relationship AU

Warnings: HEAVY SMUT! Slight BDSM (reader is in handcuffs), MEAN DOM! Jungwon, Slight dumbification (if you squint), choking, Oral Sex! (Both M & F receiving), throat-fucking, Unprotected sex (is BAD), cream-pie, P in V, angst, some fluff at the end, I think that’s it!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️🔞

Your boyfriend Jungwon’s frustration (and jealousy) boil over when you come home late from the movies with Jake, a mutual friend who has always given him bad vibes. Despite your assurances that Jake is just a friend, Jungwon’s jealousy and anger reach a breaking point. Convinced that Jake’s intentions are not as innocent as you claim, Jungwon confronts you about your friendship with him, trying to tell you that Jake doesn’t want to be just your best friend. Tired of you being so naive, Jungwon decides it’s time he puts you in your place and shows you exactly who you belong to…

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Jungwon was standing in the shower, hot water streaming down his body as he ran a hand through his wet hair. He realized that you still weren’t home, even though you were supposed to be back from the movies by now. Bitterness settled deep in his chest. He’d been annoyed from the moment you told him you were going to see the new ‘Deadpool’ movie with your best friend, Jake, but now, his frustration was rising as it was getting dark outside, and you were still gone.

Jake was someone you both knew—mutual friend—but Jungwon hated that Jake wanted to go with just you. He had always suspected Jake had feelings for you, even though you insisted it was nothing. Still, Jungwon couldn’t forget the way Jake looked at you sometimes, casting you lingering glances and flirtatious smiles that were far too familiar; Jungwon would look at you that way before you two were together. He thought back to the countless times Jake had crossed the line. Like the time Jake 'jokingly' grabbed your waist at that party, or the time he was a little too eager to take pictures with you at the amusement park, standing too close, touching too much. Or the time he caught Jake looking up your skirt when you were all at the mall; and when Jungwon confronted him, he just brushed it off, not even denying it. Or the many times Jake always told Jungwon how “lucky he was to have you.” Jungwon gritted his teeth at the memories. And you, always too naive to see it. You kept insisting Jake was just a friend, that he was only being friendly because you were his best friend.

Jungwon let out a frustrated sigh as he stepped out of the shower, quickly drying himself off and getting dressed. Now he was getting worried—why weren’t you home yet?

Just as he was about to grab his phone, headlights flashed through the window. Jungwon crossed the room to the open window and looked down, seeing Jake’s car pull up in front of the house. He watched as Jake walked around the car to open your door, a smile on his face as you stepped out. Jungwon’s jaw clenched when he heard Jake’s voice through the cracked window.

“I’m really glad we got to spend time together, just the two of us,” Jake said, his tone light and flirty.

You laughed in response, completely unaware of the tension that was brewing upstairs. “Yeah, it was fun.”

Jungwon’s eyes narrowed as he saw Jake lean in for a kiss, but you turned around too late, completely missing his advance. Still, the sight of Jake trying to kiss you set Jungwon off. He stormed downstairs just as you walked through the door.

“What the hell was that?” Jungwon’s voice was sharp as you closed the door behind you.

You looked up at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

“You and Jake! I saw what happened outside. He tried to kiss you.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “No, he didn’t—”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Jungwon snapped, stepping closer to you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you, the way he flirts with you. And you, just letting it happen. Are you really that naive? Or do you just crave attention? Do I not give you enough?!”

Your face flushed with embarrassment. “I swear, Jungwon, I didn’t know he was going to do that. Jake’s just my friend.”

“Just your friend?” Jungwon scoffed. “Do you really think he sees you that way?”

“Yes! Jake’s been my best friend for years, he’s never tried anything. He’s also your friend, he wouldn’t do that to you.”

Jungwon ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “You’re so fucking clueless sometimes. You have no idea how guys like him think. He doesn’t just want to be your friend.”

The argument went on, Jungwon growing more and more pissed as you tried to defend your friendship with Jake. But Jungwon wasn’t having it.

“Enough,” he finally said, his voice cold and commanding. He rubbed his eyes, passed off and annoyed. “You’re going to learn who you belong to. I’m tired of this shit.”

Before you could say anything, Jungwon grabbed your wrist and pulled you upstairs to the bedroom. The door slammed shut behind you, and his eyes were dark with a mix of anger and lust.

“Take your clothes off. Now,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Your heart raced as you fumbled to obey, quickly undressing under his intense gaze. Before you could fully comprehend what was happening, he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth to say something, but before you could react, he had you pinned down on the bed and your wrists were locked in place behind your back.

Jungwon’s eyes flashed as he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You’re going to learn your place tonight,” he growled.

He was rough from the start, his hands gripping your body as he pushed you deeper into the bed. Jungwon was always rough with you in the bedroom, but you had a feeling that this time would be different. The cool metal of the handcuffs bit into your wrists as you struggled against the restraint, but it only seemed to fuel his desire. And you weren’t gonna lie, it was turning you on. His mouth was on you in an instant, trailing hot kisses down your body until his lips reached your core. Without warning, his tongue flicked over your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

“Look at you, already so wet,” he murmured against your skin. “Did you get this worked up thinking about Jake?”

You shook your head, breathless. “N-no—”

“Don’t lie to me,” Jungwon growled, his fingers slipping inside you, curling in a way that made your eyes flutter and see stars. “I know exactly what you need. I’m the only one who can give it to you.”

Jungwon relentlessly teased your clit with his tongue, with his fingers moving in and out of you at a punishing pace. Your mind started to blur as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, but Jungwon didn’t stop. He pushed you further, taking his jealousy out on you as you whimpered beneath him.

“Such a dumb little thing,” he taunted, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re so fucking naive, letting him get so close to you. You’re mine, you hear me? No one else’s.”

You could barely form a coherent thought as your body shook from the intensity of it all. His fingers were hitting your g-spot just right. “Fuck, Jungwon. I’m close…” your cunt tightly clenched around his fingers as you came, and Jungwon just kept going. You felt like you were losing control, but Jungwon kept pushing you, not letting you come down from the high.

When he finally pulled away, you were a trembling mess, but he wasn’t done with you yet. Jungwon stood up, sucking your juices off of his fingers, his eyes dark as he grabbed your hair and forced you onto your knees. With a smirk, he pulled down his sweatpants, revealing his throbbing, erect cock. You nearly dropped at the sight.

“You’re going to take it,” he ordered, his grip on your face tightening. “And you’re not going to talk to Jake ever again.”

He gripped the base of his cock, the tip already leaking with precum, as he tapped it against your lips. “Tongue out,” he growled, his voice low and commanding. You complied without hesitation, your lips parting as you obediently stuck your tongue out, letting it brush against the swollen head of his dick.

Slowly, you swirled your tongue around the tip, savoring the salty taste of his precum. Your lips then wrapped around him, creating a tight seal as you started sucking him off, your mouth moving in slow, deliberate strokes. Saliva began to pool, dripping down over his shaft, coating him in slick warmth. You moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shivers through Jungwon’s body.

He groaned deeply, his head falling back slightly. “Fuck, baby, you suck my dick so well,” he panted, his voice husky with pleasure. But you could tell he was growing impatient. Jungwon always craved more, always wanted to take control. His grip on your hair tightened, and before you could prepare yourself, he thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock deeper into your throat.

The sudden movement made you gag, your throat constricting around him as he pushed himself deeper, relentless in his pace. His hand on your head kept you firmly in place, and tears began to sting your eyes as he fucked your mouth. Your nose was nearly buried in his abdomen, the overwhelming sensation of him filling your throat almost too much to handle, but you knew better than to pull away.

“You understand me?” Jungwon growled, his voice ragged. “You’re mine. Only mine.”

Jungwon continued to thrust into your throat, his hands tangling in your hair. His cock was so far deep that you felt the tip grazing your tonsils as he fucked your throat, his balls slapping against your lips and chin. Droplets of tears rolled down your cheeks and you were gagging, but in a weird way, you loved the feeling of your boyfriend using your throat like this. “Mmmmm”, you groaned, the tip of his dick grazing your tonsils.

Jungwon moaned, "Fuck, I’m about to cum." Without warning, he stopped moving and held your head still, his cock twitching in your mouth, pressing against the inside of your cheeks. You felt his warm seed shoot into the back of your throat, the sweet and salty taste filling your mouth. As you pulled away, a thin string of his cum lingered on your bottom lip. Jungwon leaned his head back, eyes closed, and sighed. “Fuck, baby, you’re so nasty to me. Jake wishes you could suck his dick like that.”

But Jungwon wasn’t satisfied. He craved more—he wanted to destroy you, to remind you of your place after spending time with Jake. Roughly cupping your cheek, he said, "I’m not taking those off yet, baby," gesturing to the handcuffs. "I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet. Jake will never be able to fuck you the way I do. When I’m done with you, you won’t even remember that asshole’s name."

Jungwon roughly kissed you as he inserted his fingers into you, to make sure your pussy was ready for him. He pulled away and smirked. “Still wet, only I can turn you on like this.” He pushed you back into the bed, spreading your legs apart. “Don’t close your legs, or I’ll make sure you suffer way more.” “Yes, Jungwon”, you complied, laying on the bed with your legs spread far apart and your arms handcuffed behind your back.

Jungwon grabbed his erect cock, rubbing the head onto your swollen clit, teasing you. “Jungwonnn, ohmygod”. You were so impatient; his teasing felt good, but you needed more. Jungwon placed his rand hand on your neck, gripping it tightly, as he used his other hand to push his dick into you.

“Fuuuck.” The feeling of his erect, curved length felt so good. But Jungwon didn’t give you time to savor it. He immediately starting thrusting inside you, his grip on your waist hard enough to leave bruises behind. His right hand still gripped your throat, lightly choking you. “Fuck, baby, your pussy is so so good. And it’s all mine, you’re never giving my pussy away.” He moaned breathlessly, his thrusts getting stronger each time. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the small bedroom.

“Jungwon, I’m already close,” you moaned uncontrollably, your eyelids fluttering as you felt Jungwon’s erect cock throb inside of you.

“Me too, baby,” Jungwon’s grip tightened around your throat as his thrusts became more erratic. He looked down at you, his grip on your throat loosening. He kissed your forehead, continuing his erratic thrusts.

“Cum first baby.” You nodded, feeling pleasure course through your body as you came. Jungwon’s thrusts became light while you came, your cum coating his dick perfectly. “Fuck, Jungwon. I feel so good,” you cried out. Your legs trembled and lay flat on the bed. Jungwon finally reached his climax, his cum filling your hole perfectly. The warm feeling felt amazing to you, and you both moaned while his dick twitched inside you, filling you up.

When he finally pulled away, your body was spent, your throat raw. Jungwon’s demeanor had shifted. He uncuffed you, gently rubbing your wrists as he laid you back down on the bed. He kissed your body, showing extra love to the marks left by his thumbs on your waist and neck. Jungwon lay on the bed, gently pulling you on top of him while you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face into his neck.

“I know you and Jake are just friends,” he said quietly, his fingers tracing your skin as he wiped away the sweat. “But I see the way he looks at you. It drives me crazy.”

You nodded, still catching your breath. “I won’t talk to him anymore,” you whispered, agreeing without hesitation. You loved and needed Jungwon, and you weren’t going to let Jake ruin your relationship.

Jungwon leaned down, starting to clean you off, and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

You felt his hands on you, soft and gentle now as he took care of you, wiping away the remnants of sweat and cum. But when he realized how much he had missed, he chuckled.

“Looks like we need a shower,” he said, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bathroom.

The warmth of the water surrounded you both as Jungwon stood behind you, washing your hair and body with a tenderness that was in stark contrast to the roughness from earlier. Jungwon used one arm to wash you off, and one arm to hold you in place so you wouldn’t fall, as your legs were wobbly and you were still trembling a bit. He kissed your neck softly, whispering reassurances as the water cascaded over your bodies. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his arms wrapped around your waist. “Always.”

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[gabberpopsexclusive]

jealous

mean!fuckboy joost x you

mdni !!

summary- joost gets just a bit annoyed at what you post and retaliates a little hard.

(in dms, reader is bold & joost is italics.)

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you're laying at home on your couch after the big day you had. you and a couple of your friends decided to go to the beach, a nice outing to commemorate the beginning of the summer season.

thinking nothing of it, today you had posted a bikini picture to your story you had taken before you left. you had to admit, it was a great photo.

it had been up for a few hours, no complaints.

suddenly, ping. ping. ping. your phone rapidly beeps with the sound of notifications.

its a flurry of dms, all from joost.

"who are u posting this for"

"u look like a slut. delete this"

"only im allowed to see u like this"

you quickly snap back at his messages.

"its not like we're dating. i can post whatever i want. dont be a control freak unless you wanna put a label on the relationship, but we both know you dont want to do that."

"wtv. u will regret this later."

"i'm sure i will, joost."

he leaves you on seen after you snap back at him. you have to assume his claims are empty.

'he won't do shit to me.' you think as you decide it's a good time to go to bed, tired after the long day you've had, and disgruntled after your interaction with joost.

when you wake up the next day, your brain immediately goes back to the interaction between you two. you go to grab your phone from off the table, realizing you fell asleep on the couch.

staring at your homescreen, your eyebrows furrow.

between regular notifications lies, well him.

instagram: joost sent a video

you wonder what in the world hes done this time, pressing the notification quickly.

your screen is suddenly bombarded by a video of him and another girl, her kissing down his neck slowly. he pans the camera down and you have to close the video. they were fucking.

fucking disgusting, joost.

dont text me that shit ever again.

you respond before closing out the dm and throwing your phone back onto the table.

you fucking hate how jealous he is.

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haha. hey. i did the thing. hopefully the pacing and everything is alright, ik alot of people wanted a full fic of this idea so here we are. i hope u all enjoy!! <3

[lovecla]

© property of lovecla, nhl masterlist, nico hischier x you.

FAKE IT ‘TILL YOU MAKE IT, phase two:

<last chapter>

➴ chapter warnings: shitty ex boyfriend, mentions of cheating.

➴ word count: 2.5k

💌 from me to you: i just realised i was supposed to post this yesterday im sorry u guys i’m just dumb af. also, did you know it’s almost impossible finding a country music singer who isn’t an awful person or racist? i know zach bryan isn’t exactly a ray of sunshine but it fits the story so i apologise :( i hope u like it either way! ♡

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NICO OPENED the door for you after the second knock, which was a blessing— it usually took him more than ten knocks to actually hear that someone was on the other side of the door.

“Hey, there, fake girlfriend,” he kisses your cheeks three times, like he used to do in Switzerland, and you smile at the feathery touch on your skin. “Come in, I made soup.”

“I already ate, but thank you.” You place your purse on his couch, sitting down almost immediately. It had been a long day at work. Jeffrey, the section editor, was being a pain in your ass and spent the entire day trying to convince you to go out with him, claiming that he would take you somewhere to participate in a hot dog eating competition.

The issue here wasn’t the hot dog competition but the company. He was annoying and whenever he spoke, the spit coming from his mouth made you feel like you were in the middle of a rainstorm.

“Are you okay?” Nico asks, sitting by your side after grabbing a bowl of what must be soup for himself. “You look…”

You smile tiredly. “Tired, I know. I’m fine, it’s just work.”

“We can reschedule our meeting for another day, I don’t mind. You can also nap in my bed.” He offers, and you almost melt with how sweet he sounds.

“This is not a meeting and I’m fine, I swear,” you cross your legs, cracking your knuckles mindlessly. “So… we have the Zach Bryan concert coming up.”

Nico sighs, like what you just said was the worst thing in the entire world and you chuckle, finding his reaction cute.

“Do we really have to go?” he pouts and you want to coo.

“Usually, I’d tell you no and move on. You know I’m not a country music girl either but… I was thinking,” you run your fingers through your hair, braiding it while you speak. “It would be a great thing for us. There will be a lot of people there and, I mean… one of them has to know you. And one of them has to post something about us online.”

“And you think Nora will see it?” he asks, eyes full of hope, making your heart ache for a second. You wanted Nico to be happy so fucking bad, that the thought of Nora hurting him made you see red.

“I think… I think there’s a high chance of that happening, yeah,” you whisper, hoping that you were at least fifty percent right. “We’ll just be… y’know. A couple. Jack and the other guys are going to be there so we’d have to fake it anyway.”

“Mhm, you’re right,” he swallows a spoonful of carrot soup, licking his lips afterwards. “We’re fine, then. Instagram posting and all?”

You nod. “I’ll do the posting today. Maybe a picture of you with the guys, so it’s not too obvious.”

“Alright, cap,” he mockingly salutes you, and you laugh, throwing a pillow on his hips. “I’ll do my best.”

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THE ARENA where the concert was going to happen was full of people, and you caught yourself holding Nico’s hand tighter.

“Everything okay, baby?” Nico shouts over the music, and even though you’re surprised at how used he sounds whenever he calls you that, you nod at him, shaking your head up and down. “If you want to leave we can—”

“The hell you can!” Jack emerges from behind you both, shaking his head. “You promised me months ago that you’d come with me.”

You smile at him. “We did, yeah. Don’t worry, we’re not leaving.”

This time, Nico’s the one squeezing your hand and you give him an angry, yet playful look, while he looks absolutely adorable.

Jack convinced you and Nico to buy these tickets months ago, and when you bought them, you didn’t give it much thought— you knew you’d end up creating some random excuse and not going to the concert anyway.

Little did you know that when the concert day came, you’d be fake dating your long-time friend and trying to fool not only his friends, family and fans, but also Nora, a girl you despised.

Life is too confusing for you sometimes.

Fortunately, Jack also forced you all to pay for the VIP ticket, which meant that you didn’t have to be in the pit with people squeezing you and risking getting hurt, or something like that.

The VIP area was, in fact, just a huge room with a balcony view and snacks, all you can drink beer and some other fancy people who were just sitting there and taking pictures of themselves with their big, cowboy hats. Couples, friends, family— it looked like everyone and their mothers decided that it would be great to watch a man sing about love and broken hearts.

You were people watching— something you liked to do whenever you were in a place with too many people— when you felt one large yet gentle hand on your bare waist, making you jump slightly with how cold it was.

“Sorry,” Nico whispers in your ear, and the tiny yet present accent in his voice makes you smile. “You good?”

You had every intention to reply right away, but when you realized Nico had trapped your body between the balcony glass and his body, you froze. You knew you had to get used to being physically close to him, hell, you’d been the one who told him to keep touching you whenever you were in public so why were you feeling like this?

Sure, Nico’s attractive, always has been. But he’s also your friend. And in love with someone else.

You nod your head, grabbing the beer he bought for you and taking a long sip. Thankfully, the singer, Zach, decides that that was a good time to start singing so the lights are almost immediately off and the shouting covers your awkwardness.

Even though you’re not a fan, you have to admit that his songs are good. Swinging your body side to side to the country beat, you enjoy the show in Nico’s arms, laughing as you watch Jack dancing while holding Bastian’s hands and pretending to cry over Zach’s songs.

“D’you think we should do that?” Nico shouts over the music and you smile at him, confused.

“Do what?” you ask, also trying to make yourself heard over thousands of people singing and loud music.

“Dance,” he explains. “I’m the worst dancer ever but all of the couples are doing it.”

You look around for the first time since the concert started and you confirm that Nico’s right. The few couples in the room were animatedly dancing with each other, laughing and kissing like people in love are constantly doing.

You take a deep breath and finish your beer in one go, leaving your now empty cup on the table next to you. You turn your body around, laughing when Nico offers you his hand like a gentleman would, and you grab it, twirling afterwards.

We're havin' an all-night revival

Someone call the women and someone steal the Bible

For the sake of my survival

Baptize me in a bottle of Beam, put Johnny on the vinyl

Nico told the truth when he said he didn’t know how to dance, but his enthusiasm for sure made up for it. You both laughed hard as you danced around each other, laughing even harder when Jack tried to join the two of you just to have Bastian pulling him back like he was a ragdoll.

Well, the Devil can scrap, but the Lord has won

And I'll talk to him on the rising sun

His son rose and mine did too

I was coming down, but now I'm talking to you

“He ‘talking about you!” You shout over the song, and he leans closer to you, holding you in place while his stubble scratches your temple.

“What?” he grins.

“‘The Devil’. He’s talking about you,” you joke, praying he’ll understand the pun.

“Oh, sure, baby, he ‘talking about me.”

Suddenly, he pulls you a little bit too hard and you stumble, putting your hands on his chest, looking for some kind of support while he keeps your feet on the ground with his hands on your waist.

You’re breathing hard, all the dancing exercises are finally catching up on you. You’re staring at his coffee-colored eyes, feeling his chest go up and down underneath your hands, his breathing hitting your forehead with how close you both were.

You’re so… close. And even though your heart is beating frantically inside your chest, you cannot help but feel some sort of rightness in the place you’re at right now. And it’s so wrong.

So, so wrong. So terribly wrong and hideous yet—

The clapping and shouts bring you back to where you’re supposed to be, reminding you of how you’re supposed to act, of what you’re supposed to be doing. And that definitely isn’t having your hands all over Nico’s chest and standing inches away from his mouth.

“Em—”

“I’m thirsty,” you interrupt him, wiping a non-exist drop of sweat from your forehead. “I’m gonna go grab a drink, okay?”

“I can go.” He starts moving, but you’re faster. Placing a light kiss on his cheek you tell him you’ll be right back and start walking towards the bar.

Thankfully, it was almost empty since the majority of the people in the room were enjoying the concert in the area closer to the stage, so when you ask for another beer you get it shortly after paying. You decide to sit on one of the stools before going back to where Nico and the rest of the boys were.

The cold, bitter drink sits perfectly on your tongue before you swallow, and you hum to one of the few songs you knew, taking the opportunity to organize your thoughts inside your head.

You didn’t know what the things you were feeling for Nico Hischier meant.

Well. Actually, you did.

But it couldn’t be it, right? He’s your friend. Also, he’s in love with another woman. Also, he’s Nina’s, your friend’s brother. Isn’t it against the friend's law to hook up with their family? Or anyone related to them in any way?

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favorite ex.”

You mutter a quiet ‘fuck’ before turning your head around, sighing because of course that, at a twenty thousand people, sold-out concert, you’d end up in the same room as your shitty ex from two years ago.

“Hi, Carl.” You don’t even try to sound nice, because in reality, you don’t want to.

“Hi, Emma. Didn’t expect to see you here,” he leans on the counter, his brown hair falling over his face, long and ugly. “Are you here by yourself?”

“Why is that any of your business?” You roll your eyes at him, getting off the stool and resuming your walk back. Sure, that’s what you would’ve done if Carl hadn’t grabbed your wrist, forcing you to stay in place. “What—”

“Come on, Emma, don’t play difficult,” he smiles widely and it makes you sick. “Look, I know it’s been a couple of years but… I miss you. I miss us.”

You scoff. “You should’ve thought about that before you screwed my fucking boss.”

“Oh, you’re still hurt about that,” he says like you’re someone who keeps talking about the same things over and over again and he’s the friend that has to keep listening to you. “I get it, it was wrong of me. But at least you have a better job now, right? Heard you’re working for the NHL now.”

You don’t try to hide your disgust.

“Where the hell did you ‘hear that’?” you try to remove your arm from his grip, unsuccessful. “Carl, let go of me.”

“Not until you hear me out—”

“Hear you out? You cheated on me—”

“—and understand that I was grieving my grandma’s death—”

“Your grandmother died when you were twelve!” you yell, pulling your wrist. “Carl, let go of my arm—”

“Is everything okay here?” Nico’s voice makes you turn your head around fast, watching as he frowns as he looks to where you and Carl were connected. “Baby?”

“Oh, so he’s why?” Carl hisses, forcing you to look back at him. “You’re his bitch now? That’s why you don’t want me back?”

“Carl—”

“Excuse me?” Nico steps closer to you, putting his hand on top of Carl’s and pulling it away from your arm in seconds, so effortlessly you have to keep the gasp that wants to leave your mouth safe inside. “Get your hands off my girlfriend right fucking now, who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m her ex-boyfriend—”

“Then I’ll ask again: who the fuck do you think you are?” Nico gently grabs your hand and moves your body until you stand behind him, his large body blocking almost entirely Carl’s frame. “Don’t fucking piss me off and leave right now.”

“Not until I talk to Emma.”

“Do not fucking say her name, you lost the right to do so. So, how is it going to be? You leave willingly or I punch you in the face?”

“Nico, no—” you whisper, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Man, you know what? I’m gonna leave. She’s gonna come back crawling to me, and you’ll have to get your dick wet somewhere else.”

You only have time to place your cup on the counter before grabbing Nico’s hand and keeping him away from punching Carl’s face.

“He’s not worth it, baby,” the pet name left your mouth so naturally you don’t even notice it, but Nico definitely does. “Let’s go back, he’s just another asshole.”

Nico turns away and runs his eyes all over you, looking for something. Whatever he is, he doesn’t find it, so he just nods and mutters:

“Du arschloch.”

It makes you laugh, finally feeling all the tension leaving your body. “Yeah. That too.”

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“ARE YOU sure you’re okay?” Nico asks for the nth time, and you stop walking to look him in the eye.

“I already told you I’m fine. And all thanks to you.”

“I didn’t mean to make a scene,” he pouts, and you smile, cooing at him, wondering how good those lips must feel when—

No.

“You didn’t cause a scene, captain,” you playfully punch his shoulder. “And even if you did, it’s good, okay? Imagine the posts on Twitter: Nico Hischier, the captain of the New Jersey Devils, protects his little, defenseless girlfriend, Emma Roberts.”

“You’re not defenseless.” He laughs.

And I’m also not your girlfriend.

You laugh too.

“It was a fun night,” you sigh, walking towards your apartment door again. He walks by your side, and you hate the way it makes you feel safe. “Not doing it again though.”

“Yeah, me neither. One country music concert is enough for a lifetime.”

“Agreed.”

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emmaroberts got to be a cowgirl for one night with these fellas right here

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elladavis you’re so pretty!! miss the boys!

emmaroberts elladavis luke wasn’t with us tho

elladavis emmaroberts emma.

brooksnatalie you look so cute with your little hat baby :(

emmaroberts brooksnatalie can u move to new jersey already like i promise u it’s better than vancouver

_quinnhughes emmaroberts No. it’s not.

emmaroberts _quinnhughes shut up what are you? the mayor of vancouver city?

user2 YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY SAVE A HORSE RIDE A COWBOY

nicohischier hat looks good on you

emmaroberts nicohischier thanks cap 🩷

jackhughes glad to say i was the best dancer in the arena

emmaroberts jackhughes grandma its okay go back to bed

user5 emma congrats you just caused world war 3 with this post on twt

user6 user5 I DONT HAVE TWITTER WHATS GOING ON

user5 user6 people are going crazy over some photo of emma and nico together at the concert like they’re hugging and shit and now they’ve been analyzing every interaction they’ve ever had to prove they’re together

user8 ARE YOU AND NICO A THING

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[storywriter007]

Hi!! First off, I love your work. You are amazing. Okay so my request is basically I have two, both being Percy Jackson x reader comfort fics. Feel free to do one or both of neither!

1) Percy Jackson x reader where the reader has a lot of mental health struggles and is feeling very anxious and overwhelmed and overworked and dissociates a lot more than normal, but is bottling it all up from everyone and trying so hard to be okay and fine, even to her boyfriend Percy who can definitely tell something is off but doesn't want to push it. Maybe show some times he tries to get her to open up but she brushes him off. Then, she just breaks and has a panic attack and complete breakdown, and she ends up dropping something glass and cutting herself on it, and Percy finds her in the middle of it and helps her and comforts her and then they talk about it after.

2) This one is Percy Jackson x reader who gets seriously injured on the Argo II and tries to act like it's not that bad but then Percy (her boyfriend) forces her to let him look at it and it is really bad and he takes care of her and comforts her (kinda like the Leo fic where he cleans the wound on her back because I love that one so much), and then helps her fall asleep after.

Again feel free to do neither or both or just one, thank you so much I love your work!!

I've Got You - Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader

author's note: thank you for the requests! i will answer them in two seperate posts, this one is the first one you asked for!

author's note 2: i'm so glad you enjoy my work like you have no idea how much it means to me

warnings: cursing, self-doubt, reader is struggling mentally, mentions of blood

genre: fluff

word count: 1.2k

-> heroes of olympus masterlist

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send me requests here! (these are my guidelines)

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"are you okay?" a voice called out, replaying itself in the background.

y/n felt someone shake her and she snapped out of her daze.

"y/n." percy said, looking into her eyes. "are you okay? what's going on? you've been staring at the wall for the past ten minutes."

"nothing." she responded, unconvincingly.

percy gave her that look. like the one a mother gives her child when she catches them with their hand down the cookie jar.

"nothing!" she smiled, cheering up. "i'm fine, just a little tired."

"do you want to sleep in my cabin? maybe visit the hypnos cabin?" he proposed.

he was so sweet.

"no, no. i'm fine, just worn out." she lied. "i'm gonna take a nap."

"okay." he said, his voice doubtful.

he kissed the top of her head before leaving her cabin. as soon as she was alone, y/n's head dropped into her hands as she clutched her hair.

what is wrong with me her mind screamed.

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"are you sure you don't want to go to sleep?" percy asked, sitting on y/n's floor.

"for the hundreth time, yes percy, i'm fine." she said, starting to get annoyed.

she knows, he just cares about her, but she just couldn't right now.

"you don't have to do all of this in one day." he reminded. "all of this is due in a week."

a week isn't enough time her mind yelled.

"percy." she said, looking him in the eye. "i'm fine. i swear."

then she shot her that stupid look again.

"i'm fine!" she defended.

"okay, okay." he said. "i'm going to go to bed. stop by my cabin if you need anything."

now she felt bad. he was just looking out for her.

"i'm sorry." she smiled. "and i will. but trust me, i'm fine."

he gave her a smile back. but, it wasn't a good-luck or i-love-you smile. it was a you're-a-fucking-liar-and-i'll-leave-you-alone-but-i-don't-believe-you. percy left and y/n rested her head on her bunk as she looked up at the wood. tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

how was she going to do it? she felt like the world was on her back even more than usual.

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y/n stood in percy's cabin after he insisted that she spend the night with him. she picked up a picture frame that was on his nightstand. it was cute, it was a picture of him and y/n laying down in the new york snow.

she smiled, but a feeling of dread crept up on her as she clutched the glass.

you've got so much to do. you have such little time. i mean, you're a weak excuse of a demi-god. i mean, c'mon, who gets this stressed out? who zones out this much? percy doesn't deserve this. he deserves better. he needs better. he needs someone who isn't a borderline psycho. he's a hero. what are you? a wannabe. a parasite. he's going to leave you sooner or later. it's just a matter of time. oh are you going to cry now? you're such a fucking crybaby.

she dropped the glass. shards hit the floor as tears fell from her eyes. she held her knees to her chest and put her head in her bloody hand as she wept.

"y/n?" percy asked, shutting the door behind him.

"oh-oh my god, percy, i'm so so so sorry." she said, cleaning up the glass that had just shattered everywhere. "i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry."

"hey, it's okay." he smiled, dropping down next to her. "it's just a picture, i have it on my computer."

"no, no, i'm such an idiot. i'm so sorry." she said, hiding her teary eyes from him. "i can't do anything right."

"what? that's not true, don't say that."

"but it is true." she whispered, tears falling from her eyes.

"hey hey hey." he said, turning her face so she was forced to look at his sea green eyes. "i've got you."

she couldn't keep it in anymore. wells of tears fell from her eyes as she violently trembled. percy pulled her into him, placing her head on his chest. she wept into him as the familiar smell of salt-water flooded her nose.

"i've got you, it's alright." he said.

his voice was so soft and calming.

"i'm so so sorry." she breathed out. "i've been so mean to you and i, i broke your picture frame and now i'm bleeding all over you floor, and you probably hate me."

he backed up for a minute and looked down at her hands. they were covered in blood.

"it's okay, it's okay, don't worry about it." he said, kissing her forehead. "i've got you. c'mon, let's wrap this up."

he stood up, and basically picked her up so she would stand too.

"i don't want to go to the infirmary-"

"we don't have to." he assured. "let's wash the blood off, and i have gauze in here."

she felt like a baby as percy rinsed her hands off and wrapped the hurt one in gauze. she sat on his bunk as he carefully cleaned up the glass on the floor. after a few minutes, he sat down next to her. she just couldn't help it, tears started falling from her eyes.

he let her cry into him. he just ran his fingers through her hair and kissed the top of her head every now and then. he kept telling her that it was "alright" and that she was "okay" and that "he's got her." there was something about percy that made her feel so safe around him. maybe it was his soothing voice, or the way he smelled, or maybe it was his touch. whatever it was, it made hiding things from him draining. after half-an-hour, y/n's tears ran dry. she pulled back from percy's chest and looked up at him with red eyes.

"hey, i'm here, you're okay." he reassured, wiping her tears with his thumbs. "what's going on?"

he grabbed a water bottle and gave it to her. even he knew she was dehydrated after crying.

"i-i don't know." she sputtered. "i don't know. i've been in my own head. and i just keep feeling like i'm nothing but a screw up and a mess, and i'm so nervous for the next big quest. i-i can't. i feel like i'm just gonna lose you and i don't have enough time to figure it out. i just feel useless, like a failure whose just going to seal everyone's terrible fate."

"y/n." he paused. "you are the most capable, amazing, intelligent, kind, funny, beautiful, person i've ever met. you are more than enough. and you have time and if you can't get to things, so what? it's okay. and when the next big things happens, it happens."

she felt his firm hands around her arms, holding her tightly.

"and i'm not going anywhere." he reassured.

hearing him clear up all of the awful things her mind has been cramming into her head was cathartic.

"i'm sorry." she said, looking up at him. "i've been such a bitch to you when you were just trying to help-"

"don't worry about it. i knew you weren't doing well." he smiled. "it's alright now."

he bent down and kissed her. his arms wrapped around her upper-half as her arms wrapped around his neck. the kiss was slow and gentle. when they finally pulled away, y/n rested her head underneath his chin.

"i love you." she whispered.

"i love you more." he whispered back, kissing the top of her head.

[crocthello]

DID WE GET ANY MORE INFO THROUGH THE LOREDROP ADAPTATION? (+ me being salty)  

I saw @marmalade-chainsaw's reblog and got inspired. Also I have many thoughts on the new episode (and they aren't all great).

(Obviously massive trigger warning for self-harm and suicide)

  Huge disclaimer: This entire post is written under the assumption that Yana Toboso has no explicit involvement in the Emerald Witch arc anime adaptation. She is listed on the official Cloverworks site as the original author only, and in no other source is it stated or implied that she has had any part in the adaptation itself (unlike Book of Circus for example, where she was very heavily involved). This means that any changes to the source material were decided on by the animation team and do not necessarily make their way into manga canon.

Which different people respect on different levels. For me personally the manga is gospel unless it disagrees with something from the anime i like (definitely not the story of Will the Reaper OVA) in which case I'll try and twist both to fit my vision! I am being very impartial and unbiased!

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  I already stated that the short story is; we do not have any new information, and won't be getting any unless Yana blesses us with more lore drops or background on specific characters. But I want to go into detail and explain exactly why:

Yana as a mangaka is usually very deliberate about details. She loves her Easter eggs and foreshadowing (see: all of the twin ciel theory hints throughout the series). If she's put it there, it's probably there for a reason.

I joined the fandom right when ch. 105 came out, and the whole "who died how" debate was always going strong. I love reading everyone's unique theories on which frame corresponds to which shinigami.

What I remember being very popular was:

Sascha is the reaper who died by hanging, since it clearly has their frame and hair pictured. I think everyone can agree on this.

The one drowning was always a tie between the Undertaker and Grell. Someone in a post's replies (I'll find you) said that it can't be UT, since his hair was short during his trainee days. Which fair, but this is meant to show their deaths from when they were all still human. All trainee reapers we've seen so far had short hair, regardless of their human or fully-fledged shinigami hair, so this isn't a clear indicator of who it is. Maybe they do a military crop on new recruits or something???

The bottom right picture was always said to be Grell (although less popular, I have also seen an interesting theory of it being Ronald), but in my opinion it is often believed for the wrong reason. It would make sense if it was a means of showing us Grell's obsession with blood and red predating her afterlife (something which I completely agree with). However, I never thought that the nail colour is necessarily lacquer. It could be a stylistic choice, which would fit the way b/w contrast is used across the frame, so we can make out the hand, fingers and nails.

(btw at this stage I am going to kindly ask everyone to share their human shinigami headcanons with me. Who were they before. Why did they do It.)

So how did this change in the anime? Generally, we've all noticed this season's weird pacing (5 MINUTE RECAP?!?), and this entire episode has felt especially rushed because obviously they are running out of time. This didn't stop the animation team from taking several liberties in these past episodes, for example

Changing Cedric's death date in the previous episode

2. Making this scene really awkward and clunky (also isn't the unnecessary presentation of Grell as universally annoying kinda old and tired and dropped by Yana in all of Grell's recent manga chapters?)

Like why's he looking like that. This entire segment was awkwarddd

Couldn't have given her a bit of a frame?

No reason to change his lines like that

Also unnecessary. The anime is obsessed with putting that man's name in her mouth.

They took your beauty away babygirl

I think I am very biased so feel free to tell me I'm making a big deal out of nothing but the subtext and framing kind of changes the entire scene. I could write an ESSAY.

3. The seceder bit

Again, seemingly small changes change the characterisation and dynamic of the scene. "What makes them want to run" vs "Do they think they can escape" is a massive difference in how the Association is viewed by its employees and the way it operates. Workplace vs Prison/Cult. Clinical vs oppressive. Especially since resentment for the Association plays a role in the main antagonist's entire arc, I think that line was sort of important. But who knows? Perhaps it is all just a mistranslation?

And of course,

4. The infamous suicide loredrop panel

We can still make out that it's Sascha hanging themselves. The art in the anime is a little more three-dimensional, and there's no pesky text bubbles obscuring the scenes. But the nails? A very deliberate choice of the animators. Especially after that little bit of dialogue both in the manga and the anime where Grell once again is being very vocal about her love of red. However, knowing that the initial manga panel did not make that explicit in any way, and also being aware of the fact that Grell was most likely not out and/or even aware of her own identity up until the OVA, I doubt she was getting her nails done as a human. Don't ask me my thoughts on that unless you want me crying and spiralling.

Indeed, if you accept that Grell committed suicide by slitting her wrists, that makes UT the only person that fits the drowning panel in any capacity. However I do believe there's a chance that Yana is playing with our heads here; the panels could be metaphorical, a red herring, picturing completely random suicies (+Sascha) or even presenting the shinigami we already know in their human skins, which might not be what we expect. Their backgrounds are unknown to us and all we're working with is their personality now, the knowledge that they all once committed suicide, and the rest is pure conjecture.

So I guess this brings me to the conclusion that we really do not have any more information than we already did, and any tweaks on the side of the animator team could easily be just arbitrary. Personally, I am not a fan of how this was handled in the anime, and I like to be surprised by the media I am consuming, so I am content in making my silly little headcanons and waiting for yana to drop another hint. I don't know if any of all this meant something to anyone but thank you for reading through it.

[autismfox]

Hold Me Tight, Don't Let Me Go

Read on Ao3 the ao3 version is slightly revised

Malevolent, John/Arthur/Noel

Trauma discussion, hurt comfort, dissociation discussion, uhhh masochism, masochism With Nuance, there's still no smut yet hopefully one day I can write that, I have not proofread this because I am too tired my apologies

This is a sequel to Pinch Me I'm Dreaming (which apparently I posted untitled). You can read that here or on AO3

They've been together a few weeks now. It's good. Really good. In a lot of ways it's the best relationship he's ever been part of. Noel grins at the irony that his life's most stable relationship is with another guy who's half as fucked in the head as he is, and the doppelganger of the guy that fucked them both up. 'Course Arthur's had his head fucked up by a bunch of other shit too, and so has John, so maybe they're all about even as far as being part time madmen goes.

Talking to them helps. Noel wasn't so big on the idea at first. He'd tried talking to doctors way back when he was first trying to get his head on straight. They didn't help much. He could only talk to them about the war. And they'd said he was doing pretty well compared to the other shell shock cases they'd seen so they sent him away with a few coping techniques and left him to fend for himself. And he had.

He got a job, an apartment, and an unofficially reserved seat at Sal's, where the food is decent, the moonshine is potable, and nobody cares who you go home with. He'd become "a productive member of society". He was doing fine. Then Arthur Lester walked into his life and introduced him to the voice in his head and they taught him that he can aim for a higher bar than just being "fine".

Arthur is always asking how he's doing. He always wants to talk things out, turn things over and over until he has a full picture of everything. Frankly it's annoying how obsessive the kid gets about everybody's feelings. Like he's some kind of emotions inspector. But with the way John doesn't understand his own feelings half the time it makes sense that Arthur got like that.

He's big on honesty too. It sticks in Arthur's craw if Noel says nothing is wrong when something is. Noel's never met anybody who hated even the little white lies. One time he'd told Arthur he liked the coffee he'd made and John must have ratted on him when he pulled a face at the bitter taste because Arthur looked like somebody kicked his puppy. So it's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. It ain't easy living like that though. It takes discipline to be so open all the time.

There's been something on his mind for a while now and he needs to get it out before Arthur catches on that he's keeping secrets. So he invites them to his apartment and tells them to sit down. He's nervous. He already smoked half a pack of cigarettes waiting for them to show up. He'd tried to sit too but he couldn't settle so he's pacing back and forth.

"Noel, would you please just tell us what's going on? I promise I won't--"

"John's been hurting me." He blurts out. Fuck. That was not the right way to say this.

"What! When?! John how could you?" Shit, this is bad. John must be talking because Arthur is seething quietly. Fuck. He didn't mean to make them argue.

"Ah! Wait wait! I didn't mean. It's not what you think just stop... Just let me explain." He throws up his hands in what he hopes is a placating gesture.

Arthur grits his teeth. "Explain, now." John gestures rapidly for him to continue.

Noel wishes he could have talked about this with John before bringing it up to Arthur. They probably could have figured out a better way to broach the subject. "It's not, bad. The way he does it. It's, you know how sometimes I get those daydreams?" Arthur nods. "Right well, when that happens John will pinch me, or scratch me, step on my foot, hurt me in some small way and it's... Nice? I like it. It makes me feel... Present. And I was thinkin' maybe we could try doing that when I'm more... awake?"

"Is this a sex thing?" John looks directly at him and Arthur narrows their eyes. He shivers. It's intense when they sync up like that. Like holding a mirror to a mirror the visage refracted infinitely back on itself except all of the attention is focused on Noel.

Noel feels trapped. Pinned in place. Held fast by this being sitting in front of him that is simultaneously awe inspiring cosmic entity and Earth's most primal human. An instinctual part of him wants to run away but there's nowhere that he'd rather be. It's nothing like being in the presence of The King. They are something entirely their own. He vaguely recalls the soulmate myth of people being created with two heads and eight limbs. The gods feared them and split them in two, doomed to search for their other half. The gods would be right to fear Arthur and John.

John snaps his fingers and waves his hand at Noel. "Noel," Arthur's voice is soft, "are you with us?" John pats the couch emphatically. "John says sit next to me."

Noel blinks away the reverie, "I'm here, sorry fellas." He scratches at the back of his head. "I got lost in your eyes."

Arthur giggles. He sounds like an angel. "Is that a yes then?"

"Huh? Yes to what?" John starts making grasping gestures at Noel. Ain't he the sweetest thing? He sits down next to them and John takes his hand. He gives it a squeeze.

Arthur turns so John can look at him. "Liking pain, is it sexual?"

Noel thinks for a moment, "Um, I don't think so. Not exactly. I don't like pain. Not the way John does anyway."

John pulls his hand away, scandalized. Arthur chuckles, "I think he's talking about how much you like being bitten, John."

"Sorry John, was that supposed to be a secret or something?" He flashes him a grin. "No I think this is more like Arthur's thing about being in control all the time. It's not about sex but it's not entirely separate."

"Beg pardon? I do not have a thing for being in control." It's his turn to act scandalized apparently.

"Woah doll, I ain't complaining. We all have our quirks. If I had a problem with getting bossed around I would have said something by now." Arthur's glare is mitigated by John looking at the bite marks on his hand and wrist. "I call 'em like I see 'em. And I've seen you in public when you get someone to do what you want 'em to. You take joy in it."

Arthur seems hesitant to accept this. "What no I... He was going to kill my father, John!"

"Oh my God, is he talking about that time you called the Butcher a "good dog" and kept talking about his daddy?" Arthur makes a noncommittal sound. "'Cause I gotta be honest with ya, darlin', I think about that night more than I'd like to admit. It was an awful situation obviously, that's why I've never brought it up, but the way you handled it, well it was pretty hot." Arthur's blushing a little. He's very cute. "Maybe the specifics weren't quite my thing but the way you picked him apart and got him under your thumb?" Noel can't resist speaking closer to his ear. "It sure got my blood pumping."

"Right!" Arthur slaps his own knee. "I believe we were talking about you."

Noel chuckles, "Fair enough."

"So if it's not about sex what is it about?" Arthur asks.

Noel sighs, this is going to be tough. He holds his hand out, "John?" John takes his hand and he feels safe enough to continue. "I think it's about my body. It felt like I didn't have one for almost ten years. Not a real flesh and blood one. I know it was different for you, because those cultists did some freaky shit to you, and you crossed over physically, but for me it was just my mind." He pauses to make sure Arthur is ok. He seems fine. No overly distressed body language. John squeezes his hand. He squeezes back. "He said he didn't need my body. Bodies are just cumbersome meat sacks with no inherent value. It wouldn't be worth the trouble of keeping me fed, and watered, and dealing with all my mortal functions. I didn't need a body for him to hurt me. Mostly he played mind games. Sometimes there was pain, but it never came from my body, it was like phantom pain. Or a pain with no apparent source. There was no hunger, or thirst, I didn't sleep because I was already asleep. In a coma actually. People on earth took care of my body while I was gone." Noel sighs heavily. The hard part's over. "When I got back I felt... Disconnected. Like me and my body were two separate things. Worse, I felt trapped inside of my own body. There wasn't much I could do from the hospital besides read and reminisce and imagine myself elsewhere. Rehab was a bitch. I had to learn to walk again y'know? Get all the nerves rewired. It was hard. Grueling. But it got easier. Every day it got a little easier. Eventually I could walk, run, climb... fuck, I had a lot of sex once I was able to. I still can't ride a bike, but I couldn't do that before either. Heh. At some point I was me again. Or I was Noel anyway. I was a person." He flexes his hand in front of his face like he's testing the sensation. "I'm here. I'm alive. I'm real. I'm really here. I still can't believe it sometimes. I guess that's the problem. I start having doubts, or I start feeling disconnected. I don't really know why it happens. It's like shell shock I guess. Buddies of mine had similar issues after the war. It's like: I know my body there, and I know I'm part of it, but it's a little out of focus. My mind is a little bit separate. A little to the left. But it helps," he squeezes John's hand, "when I can feel something." John squeezes back. "Touch is good. Really good. Especially skin to skin. I paid a hooker once just to lie on top of me for an hour. Pain is good too, better sometimes, it really cuts through the fog. It reminds me that I'm part of my body and it's part of me. If I can feel my body it must be here and I must be here too or I wouldn't feel it." Noel is finished. He thinks. He covered everything. He hopes. And without fucking off to la-la land even once. Score. He feels exhausted. He sinks back against the couch.

He can't tell if Arthur and John are talking to each other or just being quiet. Finally Arthur says, "Thank you for telling us all of that, Noel. It means a lot that you'd trust us enough to talk about this. John says: I'm glad I can help you Noel. I care about you so much. I'm happy you're in our lives... I feel the same way."

Noel kisses John on the back of the hand, "happy to be here with you, angel." He pulls them forward until he can reach Arthur's face, he kisses him softly, "And with you darling."

Arthur pulls back. "There's just one thing though." Noel groans. "I'm still not sure what you actually want us to do together."

"Fuck." He opens his eyes to stare at Arthur and John. "I don't know either. I didn't think I'd get this far. I'm so tired." He really is. He could fall asleep right here.

"Ok, well maybe you should take a nap? We can figure the rest out later." Bless Arthur Lester. "Oh that's a good idea. John asks if you want us to lie on top of you while you sleep." Bless John Doe.

"God yes. That sounds perfect." They arrange themselves so Noel can lie on his back with Arthur's head on his chest and John's hand on his shoulder. Arthur's breathing is slow and even. John strokes at his shoulder gently. Noel settles into a deep and dreamless sleep.

[ofmermaidstories]

Hi mermie! I was scrolling though your yan deku posts (as one does.) and your tidbit about Deku putting bakugous partner in the basement if Bakugou ever dies was in my head the whole day so... here I am in your inbox to talk about it, months later fjfhhdhdl

I think you meant for izukus attachment to be platonic since he is doing what he thinks Bkg would have wanted or maybe even asked for!

But.... what if it morphed into something... idk more? Assuming scribbles doesn't exist here. It's dark soryyyyyyy.

It's just that the initial resentment would fade 1) bc isolation will take a toll on you 2) it's hard to keep telling yourself that Izuku the bad guy when he just sits there and takes your insults with this shaky smile(yk the one!!!!) 3) The only person who can grieve Bkg the way weeds does is Izuku.

I image one day after weeds tires herself out yelling at him she tells Izuku about her and bkg night routine. Izuku bviously asks for more, wanting to see a side of his friend he was never privy to.

It would start so slow. Sharing anecdotes about Bkg... Weeds laughing at their teenage antics, Izuku learning about the meals Kachan prepared for him on weekends, delivered on Mondays.

The relationship turns friendly, on account that they are the only ones who understand just how monumental the loss is. That neither of them can move on the way the world so clearly did.

As time progresses and they both start to see what kachan saw in the other. Besides, given how starved for human contact weeds would be, idk... they would both grow a bit touchy?? Nothing too serious at first. A hug before izuku goes out, knee to knee under the kitchen table.

After a while neither speak only about him. It's also about izukus day, the books and manga he brought for her, wether she needs anything.

And then, one day, a slip really. Maybe they're both tired, drowsy or drunk. And one of them twirls the others hair with the index. and the other looks to them at the right time. And kissing seemed like the natural thing to do.

Nothing too deep. Nothing heated. Just the slighest pressure. And it's enough to end the little world they built for themselves.

And!!!!!!! What would they do? Would Izuku try convince himself this is better? Of weeds is lonely! And Kachina entrusted her to him! Anyone else would hurt her! Besides, only he knows kacchan as wells as weeds does!!! If anyone can approximate how Kacchan would treat weeds its Izuku!

And weeds? Omg the guilt would eat her alive!!! But it's been so long since she touched anyone. And Katsuki talked so much about Izuku that he's always been part of their household in a way. And he has that same fire in his eyes Kastuki did. It's close enough. Not quite of course, it could never be but, as close as possible. Maybe she hallucinates him around the house after that. Never blaming. Never approving.... just there.

Idk.... such a twisted dynamic..... I can't help but picture them both sitting on the sofa, looking anywhere but at the other, with their hands sitting in the lap of Bakugos ghost.... reaching for the other, but unsure.

Sorry for madness I shall retire to my chambers now.

baby ur only mistake is assuming i ever thought things would stay platonic* in that AU.

i think izuku would think things were platonic, lmao, if not just intense, but obviously for weeds it would be a horror story right off the bat LMAOO. like!!! imagine you’ve just lost your boyfriend: the boyfriend who was quite literally thrown into your life, and then so violently taken from it (and it was always going to be violent, the way weeds and bakugou separate. one way or another). you feel sick, you’re grieving. waking up every day means leaving the blissful emptiness of sleep into the sickly reality that he’s gone. he’s just gone. the bed next to you is empty, the apartment is quiet. he’s not coming back. this isn’t some—work trip he’s going to stroll in through the door from, a bag thrown over his shoulder, his perfect face annoyed until he sees you. even though his shoes are still by the door, he’s never coming home again (god, you think, his shoes. you spend one evening on the floor of the entryway, curled around a pair of his more worn loafers. the leather of them is so soft—he’s had them for years, you think, as your tears drip on them, leaving shinning rivets). you can barely eat, you’re shunning noise—no tv, no music. all you can do is cry until you’re empty of it, and the rest of the time is you just sickening in bed, aching, like his absence is a physical thing, an organ (your lungs. your heart) that has been ripped from you. your whole life has changed—for the worst. it will never be the same again. and maybe—maybe his friends make it worse, you know? LOL. what can they say to you? do they even know how to begin to approach you??? none of them got to him in time. and you can’t blame them for that—some of them weren’t even there—but grief isn’t about logic, it’s about pain. and it’s scary!! it’s scary to go through it, yeah, but part of its blessing is that when you’re in the thick of it you don’t care what’s going on for anyone else outside of it. for the people on the edges of that, though? how do they approach you??? kirishima obviously does. he’s there the first night, he’s there proceeding ones, whenever he can, whenever you let him. denki, too. in some ways denki is like, better at it than kiri LMFAOOOO. they’re all heartbroken, obviously, but kirishima is just as lost as you are in some ways, maybe in more tbh, they have way more history together—teenage besties, the friends who started an agency together, riot ground now thrown in the middle of a frenzied media storm as the public wants to know what happens to the agency now. when kirishima is there, it’s because he’s just as lost and needs something to hold onto, he needs you, he needs to think you need him. with denki though—he’s there for you. but he’s there for katsuki, too. he’s there because katsuki would want him to be. denki’s not a bad cook, you know? in those early days when you’re waking up at disorientating hours—3pm, 4pm in the afternoon—it’s to the noise of denki and kirishima in the kitchen, denki whistling to himself as he makes a stirfry, or something, kirishima’s face pulled down and sad until he sees you, where you’re standing silently at the edge of the hallway, unwashed and puffy eyed. it’s denki who keeps up the chatter, denki who checks in, who cajoles you into being cared for. kirishima might hover, unsure of how to handle you, but denki is the one that makes sure you don’t slip into some grief-stricken catatonic coma.

others come and go—especially in the early days. everyone. shinsou. monoma’s there for a while, subdued, respectful for you, letting himself be ordered around by denks. yaoyorozu is there often, she organises the groceries denki’s merrily cooking through, and then a roster of pro heroes to visit, show their respect, check in on you. mina comes and goes when she can, squeezing you in a tight hug. shouto—not as often as you’d think. you’re not sure why. it’s the same for ochako, though she’s sweet when she is. iida visits, once or twice, squeezing your shoulder tight, promising that bakugou’s sacrifice will not be vain, that they will ensure his legacy, that they will protect you.

protect you from what, you don’t know. you don’t really care, either, at this point. maybe you should’ve, though, though the warnings would’ve never helped you nor the others anyway.

izuku for his part like. idk. goes AWOL lmfao. he’s devastated. the reason shouto and ochako and iida aren’t at the apartment as much as the others is because they are trying to keep him from falling apart. he’s waking up in the middle of the night, drenched with sweat, screaming for kacchan. he’s getting dark, dark circles under those big eyes. and he can’t—he can’t face you. ☹️ he’s so scared to!! he failed you, by failing kacchan. how can he go to your apartment—kacchan’s apartment, that glossy penthouse he saved years to get into—and walk through that door and look at you when kacchan can’t, anymore? how could he? how dare he? the only thing izuku can do is—idk. make the world a better place!!! save who he can!!!!! maybe it was just a violent accident that killed katsuki, something horrific and just—unblamable on anyone. maybe izuku spearheads multiple demolition of unsafe/unstable buildings, to make sure no one ever gets caught in them again. but it’s not safe enough. maybe some assholes crawl out of the woodworks, like, gloating that ground zero is gone. when they disappear no one beyond a few naive journalists question it. but maybe more people should’ve.

i think it takes a few months. maybe you’ve just reopened the store—god, your little store. 😭 you and by extension it have been through so much. and you’re still so, so sad. and like, maybe you didn’t have to return to work. maybe you had options, now, thanks to katsuki, thanks to his parents not contesting the new additions to his will. but sitting by idly was just driving you further into your grief. and maybe you still ache (you always ache) and maybe yeah it does hurt with an acute pain when you’re serving some young guy who’s excitedly buying some flowers for someone he loves, or you get an order to congratulate a couple on their baby—but you love your flowers, their cheery little faces. you trim ribbons and wrap bouquets in tissue paper and you smile, still, even on the days it feels like it’s going to wobble. even on the days you go home afterwards—to the too big, too empty apartment—and go straight to bed to cry.

kirishima pops in a lot! and then of course akane’s next door, keeping an eye on you. haru is a big kid now, not as clingy as he used to be when he was smaller, but he still zips in and out, the two of you talking silently, his hands sharp and fast with their signs. sign language is a comfort to you, in those days. you don’t have to vocalise anything, hear the scratch of your voice. sometimes kirishima comes in when haru’s there, and you have to relearn words all over again, your voice cracking with them, the look of concern on his face worse, somehow, than his instant need to pretend that everything is okay, that he can smile both your way out of this new reality.

it’s probably here though that you finally see izuku again.^ like—you knew he was avoiding you. izuku’s not subtle, lmao, and neither are his friends. they’ve all been covering for him because they love him, and in some ways you suspect they see his grief as—deeper as yours, maybe. a different beast, but one they have to take more seriously. but maybe izuku comes late one afternoon as you’re unboxing a delivery; there’s the scuff of shoes at the door, the hesitation of someone pausing and even though you know, you know it’s not katsuki, it can’t be anymore, you glance up—hope tugging you along until you see izuku’s hesitant face. the way his shoulders drop, when your face does.

(and this is why he hasn’t come sooner. this is why the last you saw of him was in the stiff black suit at katsuki’s funeral, a room between the two of you. because you know you hurt each other—just by standing in the same place and wishing things were different.)

“I’m—I’m sorry,” he stammers, and you could play pretend and say you don’t know what for—but you do know. It’s why you don’t flinch when he drops to his knees, when he touches the cool concrete floor of your shop with his forehead, his arms folded in apology. “I’m sorry,” he says again, muffled, and you think you can hear his tears.

Your heart is thundering in your chest. You have a hundred thousand different things you could say, that you want to say. Instead, after a long long moment when you finally blink and come to your senses and realise you can’t have the symbol of peace bowing to you on the floor of your shop, grovelling, that you move to him, silent, a few flowers still in hand as you kneel before him, too.

Your face is wet with tears, though you don’t realise it at the time. You can’t let Izuku grovel like this, though. Katsuki would hate it. You hate it too, no matter what you’re feeling right now. You go to touch his shoulder, maybe, but instead your hand curls into the material of his collar and he shudders and now you can hear the sobs he’s choking back and you can’t, you can’t—

You curl over him, your face in his soft hair, shuddering with him as you whisper it’s alright, please don’t, Izuku he would hate this, please, please don’t, i forgive you—

(they’re all the same sort of things you’ll whisper to him later on, when his tears collect in your collarbone, his hands bruising your hips. after months spent in a dark, cold underground shelter somewhere. when you’re so lonely and scared and all you have is yourself and this man who comes home—home! like this is a home!!—to you whenever he can. It’s alright. Please don’t. Izuku, he would hate this. Please. Please don’t.

I forgive you.)

* well, idk if you can ever rightly call being kidnapped and shoved into a basement against your will platonic, but, details.

^ it’s probably here at the store that Izuku makes his move, eventually. it’ll be just like the last time you got abducted—except it’s kirishima left standing in the ruins of your store, destroyed, his world falling apart as behind him, denki grips his shoulder tightly, wordless.

[ganjified]

𓂃⋆.˚ Part 2 of Ganji Gupta Ivory Tower/School headcanons! ><

“Where's the trophy? He just comes running over to me.”

── part one. ✦ The reader, you, as Ganji's lover.

ⓘ WARNINGS: none, only fluff :'3

ⓘ AUTHOR’S NOTE: part two of ganji’s headcanons because I’m bored as hell 😭😭

I know this took forever to post—forgive me. (⁠・⁠_⁠・⁠;⁠) I just haven’t found to motivation to write, but i decided to finish it for you guys. Enjoy! ^_^♡

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Ganji Gupta, the same man who didn’t grow up to be affectionate. Instead, you’ll catch him staring at you with hearts in his eyes even for just a millisecond before he looks away in embarrassment. It doesn’t matter that the two of you are together now, he will still act like he has a crush on you. In your opinion, it’s kind of—no, it IS adorable.

He’s the type to give you his jersey. Ganji feels more reassured that you love him by wearing his sports clothes with his last name imprinted on the back of the shirt along with his number and position on the cricket team. He has a ton of jerseys due to being a well-known athlete and competing in many games, so don’t worry about stealing his clothes.

You’re always spotted in Ganji’s instagram story, to the point that everyone knows who you are. One time, you were walking past his team only to hear "Ooh, it’s Gupta's partner.." followed by quiet giggles.

You weren’t sure if you’d be flustered or annoyed by the "tease", maybe both. It seems like the batter really loves to talk about you... ♡

Ganji isn’t ashamed to show you off—his partner is wonderful, so why should he be? If you’re also a student-athlete, Ganji would often be at your games to cheer you on.

Academic type? No problem, he’s already outside your competition's venue waiting for you to finish.

Expect him to pamper you after your game or competition, either if it’s a lost or win. Ganji’s proud of you no matter what, and he’s going to make sure that you always know.

In a relationship, updates are important. So, no matter how busy Ganji is during cricket practice, he will still try his best to send you pictures and messages on how his day has been going. Your texts would be filled with pictures of scenery, street animals, and your handsome boyfriend—oh, I meant Ganji.

As a hard-working student-athlete, Ganji finds himself losing track of time. Meaning, you have to remind him to eat and rest once a while—sometimes, you just have to force him to take care of himself which he gives into.

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It was another tiring day for Ganji, his hand fumbling slightly as he inserted the key in the keyhole to the door that led to his dorm—his dorm where his partner was waiting for him. He couldn’t wait to see them again! Who cares if it has only been a couple hours? To Ganji, it felt like years.

"प्यार? Are you here? I'm home!" The batter called out while removing his shoes and placing the pair on the shoe rack—he knew how much you hated seeing things unorganized, so Ganji made sure to clean his dorm once in a while.

When his call was only greeted with silence, Ganji opened the door to his bedroom—only to be greeted by his significant other who was sleeping. Their eyes shut and mouth slightly parted to snore softly... It was kind of funny, honestly.

"Wow, sleeping without me now? You couldn’t even wait for me." He teased playfully even if you couldn't hear him. Ganji's fingers combed through your hair, dark brown eyes locked on your face... What did he do to deserve such an angel like you?

He felt the fatigue that training gave him, his entire body aching causing Ganji to lay beside you before wrapping his arms around the person he loves, leaning back to admire the view. You looked so... peaceful, your boyfriend couldn't stop staring at you even if he wanted to.

The cricket player sighed as he lowered his head, enough for his lips to be beside your ear before whispering...

"Good night, मेरा जीवन. I.. I love you." Ganji muttered followed by a kiss on your forehead and drifting off.

────୨AUTHOR’S NOTE PART #2ৎ────

╰┈➤ This is a little too short for my liking, but I have to fulfill my promise of making a part 2. 😞 I HOPE TO MAKE MORE OF THESE IN THE FUTURE!! maybe even NSFW ;')

[body-face-words]

DT/GT

Video sent by @ingravinoveritas !

Quick 9 second video of David and Georgia posing for the press.

First lets go with what they are saying:

"I want you to ????" I think he said smile, but I could be wrong.

"I know."

For pictures, David always slants down to Georgia. He put his hand on her back, and she stays standing upright without touching him, leaving her arms by her side.

David has his picture smile as he speaks to Georgia.

Georgia, before she answers, her smile looks asymmetrical. Obviously forced because pictures are being taken, but more in a sneer. Her right upper lip is raised and her right cheek is also puffed out. Compared to the Film Awards, she doesn't seem happy.

A sneer means contempt, disgust, disobedience/disrespect to authority figure, or feeling of superiority. In this case, I would say she's annoyed at David or in some way tired of him. In an early post, we could see how she was being left behind and no attention was being put on her.

After she says 'I know' she snaps her head to her left, away from David. Maybe to move her hair and go back to the press. Snapping of the head is also anger. When something is said or we see something we don't like, some snap their heads to the opposite side to not look at what cause our anger. She raises her right hand as she speaks, emphasizing she does already know what to do. "You don't have to tell me that. I already know what to do."

In visibly inhales. Reasons for that is loss of air, because she felt David inhale (we tend to copy others around us unconsciously) or to calm herself.

At the end she licks her lips. There are many reasons why people lick their lips. In this instance she could have done it to calm herself down. When agitated, we feel our lips/mouth dry so we lick our lips. She also turns her head and put her left hand on her waist, raising her shoulder, to show empowerment.

David, when Georgia answers, his smile becomes longer. It goes more horizontal, not up. Again, both have forced smiles for the cameras.

He continues looking forward while smiling. He inhales a second before Georgia does. Same reasons as above; lack of air or to calm himself down.

As the second go by, his horizontal smile starts to fall.

Overall, they're both in their own world and not so content with each other. Being stiff for pictures isn't out of the ordinary, but compared to the Film Awards, they are much colder towards each other. I don't think their face are because the sun is hitting them. Their in the shade so that wouldn't make sense. Georgia is being ignored, more than before, and David is most likely aware of this.

[kalisseo]

concept art about my favorite shows is always something so interesting to me, and of course clone high is not the exception

fork found in the kitchen, even though topher has barely any concept art posted of course analyzing his is so fun to me, so this post is just gonna be me making commentary on his concept art. maybe I'll make one for the other clones too

first of all I wanna start with the ones that look the most like his final concept

the first one is just alternative colors, I love both darker pants, but the shirts ehh idk, anyway to me those are other clothes that Topher has on his closet

the second picture just makes it more obvious to me that Topher's final design IT IS supposed to resemble young Columbus portrayals or pirate/navigate clothes (which i find kind of ironic, but I like it).2 is just, basic pirate clothes, at least to me, 4 and 5 also give me that. kind of piraty vibe? mainly the sleeves. 3 doesn't really have that vibe at least to me tho.

the third picture is so fascinating to me because idk, it does look similar to his final design but at the same time not??? in a way??? I guess it's just because it completely loses the pirate vibe but it's similar clothes. anyway to me he really conveys the annoying guy vibe, idk how to explain it, but it's the zip on the collar and his stupid pants in the right version, the pose is a heavy influence of course but idk, he's just, HE JUST LOOKS. ANNOYING. which I like because that's kinda his purpose as a character: being annoying

the fourth one also really gives his annoying guy vibe but well that's completely on his pose and expression this time.

he doesn't really make those kind of poses or expressions on s2, so I guess he was gonna have a more s3 personality from the start??? or maybe I'm just looking too much into it

anyway his healthy skin tone is really scary to me

now these designs fascinate me because of how different they are... idk I think he has a completely different vibe here

I guess they wanted to give him a kind of. hippie vibe. idk. saying this because of the colorful tie,

this is so funny because his clothes are kinda what you would expect from a relaxed chill character, I guess, but his expressions look tired and snnoyed

in the design of the middle he gives me this kind of, reserved guy impression, not that final Topher is an extrovert anyway. also his big worried eyes...

also he's supposed to have dreads, so that's kinda why I think they wanted to make him low-key a hippie tbh i don't think final topher would wear those, cultural appropriation yk. He does look like he's trying to distance himself from Columbus tho, i mean once you know who topher is it's more obvious the resemblance, but with these designs not really even knowing who he is.

if he's supposed to still be like #wokeally I can see him being it but in a more genuine way?? or relaxed way????? I don't. really know how to put it into words (and no by more genuine I don't mean that final topher is a fake woke to hide bigotry Sorry that vision of him pisses me off so bad. but I won't get into that rn.)

also to me he looks like a really tired guy, final topher is not the most joyous character but he's flamboyant, even if this design is more colorful he doesn't really give that vibe.

and I would write more about how i imagine his personality would be like,I have some ideas but at the same time I can't really. put my tongue into it so, let's just say I'm extremely intrigued by these versions and continue to the next ones

storyboard Topher, nothing much to say about him.

in the s2e3 storyboards he has a scarf, i love his little scarf idk...it has some charm I guess, tbh if this made it to the final design I don't think Topher would've been able to beat the gay allegations /hj

also I think it's probably his voice, but he also has a slightly different vibe in those storyboards, this might be a me thing tho

in the s2e8 storyboards he seems to have this turtle neck?? tbh i don't know if it's a turtleneck or supposed to be a simplified version of his collar, yk storyboards aren't really supposed to be that detailed i think

also something i noticed is that he has a slightly different shape in some of them?? An example is the third photo, also you can see that face shape in some of the concepts posted by tara billinger

honorable mention

dedicated to the fat Topher concept art that was never posted, id always mourn it, along with the rest of storyboards where he's in, and any concept that hasn't, and probably will never, see the light

but maybe if i wish hard enough there will be a clone high art book, or the artist will decide to post everything

anyway this is. not all . really, but whatever, it's most of it, so that's enough for today

[jackwhiteprophetic]

Okay so I don't usually go into asks, so l'm sorry if this isn't the correct etiquette (its not rlly an ask, more of a anti-bt rant), BUT the amount of bt truthers on my feed recently have been pissing me off, and then I saw this one post that said,

"honestly i love tommy not entertaining their shovel talk with any serious answers, he's like yeah this is my relationship with my adult bf who wants me so im gonna go eat my cake now (double entendre)"

Which??? I don't even know what to say.

honestly i love Tommy not entertaining their shovel talk with any serious answers

Shovel talk?? You mean them asking legitimate questions on his intentions with their friend, who they care about??? who they're protective over??? who's dating a guy that in the past was both racist and misogynistic??? Who treated hen terribly when she joined the 118???

Idk about some people but I'd def hold a grudge 💀??

And it's the way he's not even TRYING. Like they said, not entertaining their questions with any serious answers. he's just making poorly landing jokes (that apparently his cult following chalks up as sass????) and being so dismissive of everything they say.

"I'm wearing a medal" dear god I hated him before that clip but the way he was acting made me hate him even more and gave me SO MUCH of an ick.

It's the way his following are following him so blindly? That they can't see that he wasn't being sassy he was being a sarcastic little shit who doesn't know how to read the room. Henren are trying to look out for their friend who this asshat is dating and he can't even bring himself to try to assure them that he's good for buck.

Idk I think I might've gotten a bit off topic but bt stans are so aggravating???? I've been called 'delusional' by so many people in this fandom who used to be buddie shippers but converted as soon as Buck was kissed by another guy.... And I've seen so many bt shippers be like 'Oh, yeah, I used to be in that sub fandom, I know how annoying and pushy they are'. I'm SO tired of the infighting, and the sudden shitting on Eddie that's going on ever since Tommy reentered the picture. And I'm so tired of THEM thinking that bt will be endgame because it's Buck's first relationship with a man and Bobby gave his approval. They don't care about Buck. I saw another post the other day talking about how 'Evan Buckley better not break Tommy Kinard's soft gentle heart or they're gonna have words'. Atp all they care about is Lou/Tommy. 

Hello!!! Anyone is always welcome to send me asks especially just to rant, I don't end up responding to all of them because I don't want to only focus on Tommy or BT shippers because there are lots of other less aggravating things to talk about, but I saw the same post and I had the same thoughts and I will say I find it incredibly frustrating how some people have praised Tommy for that scene.

Because I think he should be a lot more ashamed of how he treated Hen, and I think if he understood the weight of his ignorance/outright bigotry on her in the past, he would be a lot more receptive of the fact that obviously she feels protective over her friend in this situation. The fact is, the characters of Gerrard and Tommy were written in S2 to show how fucking dangerous workplace bigotry is. They're firefighters. Try telling me that Tommy would have fought as hard to get Hen from a burning building than a white male teammate. Do we think that this extended to the public? When Gerrard was probably evacuating crew members from burning houses earlier than he would for white neighbourhoods, do we think Tommy stood up and said "no, I'm an ally and I say this is wrong, we should fight just as hard for every life". Or did he sit there like a fucking coward and think about cars or boxing or something? I don't have much more to add because I fucking hate the character so much and I am quite disgusted by the white people who excuse this or look past it. You should feel more shame and Tommy should show he is fucking ashamed of his actions and at least show Hen some fucking respect. Tommy should take Hen seriously because his actions had fucking serious real life consequences.

Anyway thank you for the ask!!! My ask box is always open for people to rant and I will always read them!! I'm very much limiting how much I talk about that character BC I am trying to focus more on positive stuff, but if anyone would like to message me ranting about him or any 911 thing I am always available!!!

[the-sinful-voice-witch]

The beauty🌹 of Shadamy

Isn't it just wonderful how my dear Amy Rose gets paired romantically with every Sonic Rival in the fandom? Even Blaze! And fortunately not much with Jet 😂😂 My favorite one obviously is Shadamy, followed by Surgamy and finally with Metal Sonic but seriously, to me nothing beats THE Shadamy❤🖤🩷.

So the BEST thing about this ship to me is that it was born out of a single interaction 😆 and I don't mean the moment she colorblinded mistook him for Sonic and hugged him nooooope I mean the moment she reminded him about Maria Robotnik's 🥺 true wish by giving him a similar speech of hope and second chances and after that he said: I have to fufill my promise for Maria... And you... Me after seeing that👇👇

(Funny this gif, casually she was also fangirling about a... SHAMY 🤣🤣 only the ones who know the show will get it)

Seriously, is fascinating how popular this ship became of that single interaction that led fans to write a HUGE amount of fanfiction of them and is always so romantic or so passionate or so angsty God I never get tired of it, one of my favorite portrayals of Shadamy is when Shadow is kind of a emo simp towards her, like he is simply adoring her even when she only looks at Sonic who is not looking at her 😭... Ah drama. 😂 I remember a few stories back when I was a pre teen... Like "el blog de Amy Rose" That's the only written fanfic name I remember and it was a total soap opera, a total and absolute telenovela full of all kinds of drama like Silver was their son and Sonic and Shadow were lost brothers 😂. Then I remember I few comics like Ternion that was an insanely passionate and angsty story with an excellent art that to contribute to my torture it was never finished... And boy I know the author had a secret smut chapter that she never posted anywhere... We know it exists because there were a few hot scenes in a video... 😭 but never happened the story didn't even reach half of what I think it was going to be🥲. In Chaos universe there's a double story in one Sonic and Amy had a daughter named Sonia but in an alternative universe we have María Rose who is Shadow and Amy's daughter... Is another tragedy were Amy is dead in both universes 😭 and of course I'm totally biased with Maria Rose's universe because the way her dad remember Amy's just hits different, seriously is way more enjoyably painful 🥲 and then the most current comics I'm addicted to of course IDOL AMY portrayed Shadow exactly how I said I like him the most 🥺 and the last one I saw is one apocalyptic where obviously Shadow survives and mourns a dead Amy: Future's Shadow... Girl this hedgehog can't catch a break they like to see him suffer 🥲🥲🥲

Now let's focus in the official interactions:

The Archie comics before the reboot kinda mistreated Amy portraying her in an annoying way most of the time just like in some games... And I wasn't a fan of a certain interaction she had with Shadow... (Those issues had a bitchy evil Rouge portrayal that I didn't like one bit🤬) I mean shadow actually kicks her in the stomach and hits her with her own hammer and... That just felt so wrong, you see I can't picture an scenario where Shadow would lay a hand on Amy in such a way as he did in those comics but I had a little comfort in this interaction at least 👇👇

She puts her faith on him when he doesn't have much faith on himself and that is something she also did in the games, like in Shadow the hedgehog own game. Then there was a reboot and we got better interactions, here we have Amy teasing him and he pouting adorably (and finally they dropped the Rouge is a bitch portrayal thank you😤)

We also see that they can make a good team

Hey Shadow how it feels to be hammered by her? 🤭😇, then we had the marvelous IDW reboot but we still don't have proper interactions (and this is the best Rouge💜)

Though honesty? This look like a romance novel scene... You know, with the bad boy being stubborn with the kind sweet girl 😂. Well Sonic IDW is still ongoing so we'll see if we get something more juicy... But I think I will be happy if they simply team up in a fight again.

And now let's talk about Twitter... Well, well, well have you noticed this tiny details in Sonic's Twitter takeovers? Someone asked "Shadow, will you marry me? " And they made Amy voice be the one reading that question 🧐, not only that the things Shadow described about what he wants in a partner for marriage were things that Amy totally would do perfectly (and to add some spice they made Sonic voice sound kind of upset to tease us with some sonadow too😂😂) and then the most precious and hilarious thing... SHADOW AND AMY ARE BOTH SWIFTIES 😆😆

And look! He got her ticket's 😭😭 and they went together!!! 😭😭😭(that's a DATE) and then in another Twitter takeover she tells about how they had fun and got shirts and then Sonic got jealous 😭😭😭 KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA and look what SEGA IS DOING 👇👇👇

Pop Star Amy and Rock Star Shadow I can't... 😭😭 and paladin Amy and knight Shadow AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THEY MATCH!!!!!

I'm telling you... Sonic team is indulging us with oficial Sonamy but they are also shamelessly teasing us with SHADAMY (and sonadow juju)

And seriously fellow comic artists, feel free to keep drawing Shadamy comics forever... We don't get tired... 😇 and SEGA... Don't be shy... We conform with little teasing details you don't have to confirm or deny anything but for future games... A little Shadamy won't hurt 🥺🙏, we want Shadamy in games too! IDW that goes for you too... If you are teasing Sonamy and Sonadow you can tease Shadamy too! (And Knouge too! 😫)

And all this reminds me that we should demand SEGA to reboot the Sonic Adventure games with new modern animation and also so it's playable in modern consoles! I want to play it with the Nintendo Switch!! 😤😤😤

[smileydk]

Road Trip + Neck kisses

Pairing: Non-Idol!Wooyoung x Best-Friend!OC

Summary: Jiwoo's best friend, Wooyoung, decides to shoot his shot with his friend, who he's been in love with since they were 10. Only he doesn't know the feelings are mutual + 99-liners and reader are 19, Jongho is 18 and the 98-liners are 20

Note: I kind of spiraled in the end and added… a proposal! Yay… 😁… and to everyone who got tagged. I sincerely apologize :) I needed to make up some usernames for the end…

cw/tw: hickeys, hints towards sex, kisses, make-out session.

''Jiwoo, you're in the back since you're... tiny'' Yunho stated as he was quick to sit down in the driver's seat.

''Fuck you'' She pouted.

Mingi was given the passanger seat since he was the tallest after Yunho. San, Yeosang and Jongho sat down in the row behind them. Seonghwa and Hongjoong sat in the second middle row, the seat between them being filled with snacks. This only left the last row to Jiwoo and Wooyoung, and the luggage.

''Why do we have so much luggage? We're going camping for two days'' Jiwoo asked as she took her seat in Wooyoung's lap.

''Because someone-'' Hongjoong shot a pointed look at San. ''-needed to bring his whole bathroom with him for two days in the forest''

Jiwoo chuckled at San as he looked very offended by the comment.

'' You’re just jealous because my hair’s better than yours! Don't come crying ot me when you wake up tomorrow and look like… you!''

Jiwoo’s laughter continued as the two bickered. Her laughter faded as Wooyoung's arm snuck around her waist as some kind of seatbelt.

''Tell me if I'm too heavy and I'll sit on San's hair products'' Jiwoo mumbled quietly as her breath caught in her throat.

''You weigh literally nothing'' The man replied and leaned back, pulling his friend with him.

As Jiwoo sat leaned against Wooyoung's stomach, she couldn't help but blush as she felt his abs pressing against her lower back.

Sure, the man wasn't ridicolously fit, but he was just enough. And Jiwoo, personally, prefered Wooyoung's physique over some super fit muscle man.

Since the ride to the forest was almost four hours, most of the guys had fallen sleep. Yunho was currently surviving on caffein and Mingi's constant chatter about... different things each minute, but mostly about how tired he was.

''Mingi, for god's sake! If you're tired, sleep instead of annoying me'' Yunho snapped as he turned onto a smaller road.

There was still another two hours left to the drive and Yunho did not wanna listen to Mingi's chatter anymore.

Jiwoo, who wasn't tired at all, chuckled at their bickering. She couldn’t judge them. They lived together and now they were locked into a car together for four hours. They were bound to snap at some point.

Yunho's snapping however proved to be very effective on the man as he fell silent. A moment later his head fell against the car window and snores were heard.

The only ones awake were Jiwoo, Yunho and Wooyoung. Yunho was very focused on the road since it was very small. Well, you couldn't even call it a road, it was a small gravel path, and the car was hired. Meaning he couldn't damage it at all, or it'll cost him.

Wooyoung wrapped both his arms around Jiwoo even tighter as the road became more wiggly, since she didn't have a seatbelt. And because he knew the other guys would kill him if he let the girl die, especially her brother Seonghwa.

Jiwoo was scrolling through instagram, pouting to herself as her feed consisted of her other freinds and their partners. Some more appropriate than others.

Her best friend, Ara, had posted a picture of her neck filled with hickeys, as well as her boyfriends lips still attached to her neck.

''Neck kisses from my boo are the best''

She liked the post and opened the comments. She chuckled as most of her single friends had commented. Mostly about how jealous they were. Jiwoo decided to be petty and copy them.

''Ara, you're making the rest of us jealous! You can only share this with your taken friends!

It only took a minute before Ara had replied to the comment.

''Come on Jiwoo~ don't be jealous, just find a good guy and ask! I recommend Wooyoung since you've been in love with him for like 8 years!''

Jiwoo sighed and chuckled. She liked the comment and turned her phone off.

Wooyoung, whose head rested on Jiwoo's shoulder, raised an eyebrow as he read the comments. Sure, it wasn't nice looking at others phones, but they were talking about him after all. He must have had some kind of right to spy, right?

Yunho took a peek in the rearview mirror and smirked. He re-angled it and turned his focus back to the road.

''So, you like neck kisses, eh?'' Wooyoung chuckled as he leaned back.

''Yah, don't read my odd comments!'' Jiwoo pouted and put her phone in the pocket on the back of the seat in front of her.

As she leaned forward Wooyoung let out a hiss. ''Don't do that''

''What?'' Jiwoo was completely clueless. She wasn't even pretending to be innocent, she didn't understand.

''Don't move around so much~'' He wrapped his arms back around her waist and held her in a firm grip

''Wha- oh'' She blushed as she felt exactly why he whined.

He laid his head back on her shoulder. His lips were right by the girl's ears. ''Wanna try out the neck kisses?'' He ran his nose along her neck, smirking as she shuddered and goosebumps grew on her skin.

Jiwoo didn't know what to do. Sure, she'd been in love with the man for eight years, but she was a little unsure of what they could start since she didn't want to wreck their friendship.

They had always been a flirty duo. Pick-up lines, teasing, perverted jokes.

She was slightly impressed that he kept his cool and didn't jump at the chance. ''Come on, Princess~ I need an answer''

''Such a gentleman'' She patted his cheek. ''Sure, if you want to''

Wooyoung let out the breath he was holding and pressed a light kiss to Jiwoo's neck.

Jiwoo was embarrassed as she let out a small sigh of satisfaction. Her hand flew up to silence her sounds.

The sigh however only encouraged Wooyoung's kisses. He continued pressing kisses to her neck wherever he could reach. Jiwoo tilted her head slightly, giving Wooyoung more access to her neck.

Wooyoung's cocky smirk only grew as her body responded to his action. He pushed her hair to the side and continued leaving kisses all over her neck and throat.

The girl's eyes widened as she could feel him slowly getting more frisky and confident.

She put her index finger in her mouth and bit down as he started sucking and nibbling slightly on her neck. ''Fuck~''

''Yunho's never gonna let us live this down'' Wooyoung mumbled as he removed his lips from Jiwoo's neck. He smiled at his art piece.

''No he is not! And he will tell all of their friends and the girl’s brother, so that they will tease them as well'' Yunho replied from the driver's seat.

Jiwoo chuckled and leaned back, resting her head on Wooyoung's shoulder. ''You look so good in black hair'' She mumbled and ran her hand through his newly black-dyed hair.

''Do you mean my oreo hair was ugly?'' Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, knowing very well that wasn't what she meant, but he was a born tease.

''No, but your black hair makes you much more sexy- I don't know why'' Jiwoo smiled and ran her thumb along his jawline. She allowed her hand to continue down his neck before going back up.

''That tickles'' Wooyoung whined.

''Sorry''

She however continued tracing the boy. Her fingers reached his lips and she smiled. ''Oh my god, you have a mole on your lip'' She smiled and took a closer look.

''I know'' Wooyoung chuckled at her excitement. He wondered how she’d never seen it before. He grabbed her hand and kissed her index finger.

''And one here'' She smiled and poked the mole under his left eye.

''Stop it, it tickles'' Wooyoung continued whining.

''So... this tickles as well?'' Jiwoo smirked and leaned closer and copied what he'd done earlier, running her nose along his neck.

''Yes, but not in the same way'' He shuddered.

''And what about... this?'' She pressed a light kiss to his neck.

Wooyoung sighed. The kiss was too light for his satisfaction. He wanted her to paint his neck, much like he'd done to hers.

Jiwoo seemed to have understood the sigh as she pressed another kiss to his neck. She chuckled to herself as she could feel his arms tightening around her waist.

She only took it as encouragement.

She continued leaving kisses all over his neck, occasionally leaving a hickey. Jiwoo smirked to herself as he whined quietly.

As her lips left the boy's neck she, much like he'd done previously, smiled at her art piece.

''Damn, I should be an artist''

Jiwoo smiled as she just held Wooyoung's face in her hands, admiring the man. She ran her thumbs over his high cheekbones.

As her eyes travelled across his face they stopped on his lips. ''You really need some chaptstick'' She dug through her pocket and found one. ''Pout''

Wooyoung chuckled and did as he was told. Jiwoo held his jaw in a soft, yet firm grip, as she applied the chapstick. She finished and put the chapstick back in her bag.

''I think you need some as well'' Wooyoung mumbled before grabbing her neck and pulling her in for a real kiss.

At first shock took over her body. But as soon as the shock faded away she kissed back. None of them could help the dorky smiles that grew on their lips as they kissed.

They both had been waiting for this for almost 10 years.

Wooyoung pulled away and smiled sweetly. ''After our little camping trip I'm taking you on a real date, princess''

''That I'll hold you to''

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@p.jw_notofficial: To quote Ara, Neck kisses from my boo are the best

@j.yh_official: We’ve been waiting for eight years! It’s about time

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ shut up! You did not!

@p.sh_official: not something I needed to see nor know…

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ well, brother dearest, feel free to block me anytime 💋💋💋

@k.hj_official: never make out in the car again! At least not when I’m around!

@j.wy_official: ^^ dude, you were sleeping as if you were dead. There’s no way in hell you knew what was going on!

@k.hj_official: ^^ doesn’t matter if I was dead! Yunho told me and now I need bleach for my brain!

@c.s_official: As Yunho said, ABOUT DAMN TIME! Now, when do we hear the wedding bells?

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ whenever Wooyoung grows a pair and proposes (and I say this simply because he makes more money than me. If I were to propose, he’d get a ring pop)

@p.sh_official: ^^ better not be anytime soon! And he better ask for permission!

@s.mg_official: whoop! Party! Finally!

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ very original comment…

@c.jh_official: Supporting as long as you don’t fuck in my bed, kiss or make out in front of me, and won’t make me babysit in the future.

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ babysit!? How far in the future are you!? I don’t even know what I’m gonna eat for lunch in a week!

@k.ys_official: when did this happen?

@j.wy_official: ^^ Hyung, you’re the most clueless person to ever walk the face of the earth… ladies and gentlemen, Kang Yeosang!

@k.ys_official: ^^ if we listened to EVERYTHING you said Wooyoung, there’d be no time for anything else

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@j.wy_official: I wanted the blue one😔

Oh yeah, and we got engaged when Seonghwa was in another country :)))

@p.jw_notofficial: fuck, that means I have to change my username-

@j.wy_official: ^^ is it really that much of a chore?

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ yes… and the blue one was yummy…

@p.sh_official: WHAT!? How dare- I mean… congrats sis…

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ either be nice or you won’t be the best man

@p.sh_official: ^^ sorry…

@c.s_official: I wanna be the maid of honor!

@j.yh_official: ^^ NO! I’m better because I’m tall!

@c.s_official: ^^ people prefer dogs. Not giraffes

@j.yh_official: ^^ I only agree with the fact that you’re a dog. And btw, giraffes are amazing!

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ okay… San you’re my maid of honor… for now at least… and Yunho can be the flower girl :)

@c.jh_official: as I stated previously. I’m not a free babysitter in the future. I’ll happily take $20 a kid/hour

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ don’t you love us!? I’m gonna tell my kids you’re a mean uncle

@c.jh_official: ^^ good, then they won’t annoy me :)

@s.mg_official: I am so gonna have the most epic entrance ever seen at a wedding!

@j.wy_official: ^^ upstage me and you won’t see much of the wedding at all

@k.hj_official: congratulations! I wish you all the best! And cute babies :)))

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ first normal comment. Thank you 💋

@k.ys_official: will there be chocolate croissants?

@p.jw_notofficial: ^^ only for you Yeosang!

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[chaosresturantjandn4eva]

Sending my rant here hoping that you’ll post this since I know the other WH will never post this.

I think it's very hypocritical of L+N shippers for saying "let everyone ship whoever they want" or “let everyone have their own delulu in peace” and then attack every single person who ships N with JD. From what I’ve seen, regardless of their own personal opinion about big age gap, a lot of people are still on board with this ship because there are several evidence that are very hard to ignore between those two. Funny how the only thing that people can bring up to refute the possibility of something happening between those two are their age and his sexuality. People are assuming that he’s gay, stating it as fact and acting like bisexuality is not a thing. And even if he is in fact, gay and have a boyfriend, no one knows for sure whether they’re still together or not. I mean, based on the logic of those L+N shippers, you can still follow your ex’s instagram and like their photos right? Just like L and A did (assuming they really broke up).

Also, funny how people can ship EF with N based on a few flirty SM interactions and one DM rumor but multiple DM rumors of N and JD (with pictures mind you) and N following a lot of JD’s closest friends (Tyler, Dylan, Becky, Noe, Douglas, his RN costars, etc) is not suspicious at all. Don’t get me started on the fact that her sister in law is following JD. Out of all her friends, she only follows JD and Maeve. And she’s the very same SIL that gave big reactions to L hugging her mom back in Ireland and those shippers swore L and N were dating based on that reaction alone. She doesn’t even follow L, his co star for 5 years. But no, her SIL following JD doesn’t mean a thing because he’s just her gay friend right?

Another thing, people can assume both L or EF are dating N because of how they interact with her off-screen (world tour for L and BM+RN premiere for EF) but we are the crazy ones for assuming there’s something brewing between N and JD based on the way they were photographed together. JD looked very cosy leaning into N in that one photo of them at RN premiere. And he was at the Bridgerton premiere in London supporting her along with her oldest, closest friends like CW, Maeve, LH and JR but yeah Jake (a guy that she’s known for only a few months) being there is totally normal right?

Also the fact that people are allowed to assume L or EF are dating her even though they haven't met or hung out together for the past few months and yet we’re the crazy ones to assume that N and JD are dating when they’ve been together A LOT in the last few months/weeks. The scrabble picnic dates, the pub dates, theatre dates and don’t forget how they were together when N was hanging out with her friend Dani. Spending time alone together a lot is considered dating but when it comes to JD and N it’s just a ‘friendly activities’.

All I’m saying is, I’m tired of seeing people being unnecessarily mean to him and infantilizing him just because he’s 24 and allegedly dating a 37 year old. Someone even called him a ‘boy toy’. That’s incredibly rude to both JD and N. It’s also annoying seeing people reduce him as this helpless boy when he’s a grown, educated man with a grown up job and a house. I mean I’m not surprised at all since this is the same group of people who love to baby LN for his questionable choices.

#chaosDay