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Gonna counter you here! Not because I actually disagree with you and much less because I know what I’m doing, but because I’m not gonna get another excuse to talk about this so
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First, Cornelius: Yay
Second, Daisy and Tristan: Now this one I wouldn’t know the chances of being canon, in fact, this is probably entirely headcanon, but I was thinking a lot about how steambots age during my play-through. It was Leeway and Daisy’s talk about frames that made me think they don’t age normally. Instead, what they do is wait until they are a certain age range, and are given a body frame based on this. I’m not sure how they convince people to get old but there’s gotta be some sort of honor attached to it right? Perhaps it’s just looked down upon to refuse to change your frame. Could totally make a dystopian sci-fi movie based on a bunch of steambots who refused to age. I feel like something like that could help establish the importance of aging but I DIGRESS! Essentially I imagine, there’s more frames as they are younger, less when they are older. So newborn (0, no frame, whatever that means), infant (0-1), toddler (1-3), child (4-9), tween (10-12), teen (13-17), young adult (18-32), adult (33-54), elder (55+) Don’t ask me about numbers, I’m just throwing stuff out there. But essentially, with this idea, they don’t grow as naturally. As in it might not be subtle at all. Like aging in The Sims 4, they just change shape drastically. Must make birthdays pretty special if you were to assume this was canon ;P “Okay honey! Let’s go pick out parts for your new frame!” Or however it is they go clothes shopping
Third, Poe: Yay
Fourth, Beacon: Probably a good point to mention that Tristan and Daisy were the only ones I really gave a lengthy explanation to so expect these ones to be shorter. But hey, if you see the world as being mostly Navy run, I wouldn’t doubt that the colleges kind of sucked. Have you seen how stupid the Navy can get, it’s kind of funny. These guys do NOT care about doing things the right way. They just do it how they want to. Only real example of this is Wesley’s school. Nothing really suggests other schools were navy run, especially because his school specifically was focused on fighting, but the Navy seems corrupt enough to do something like that. I’m sure it would’ve been brought up more if this was canon but shhhshshhsh.
Fifth, Chimney: Okay! I have nothing to add to this except that I feel like she’s been this way quite some time. Maybe I see college more as a way of letting out all her excitement but yeah. Checks out!
Sixth, Wesley and Leeway: I feel like I should have more on them considering how fixated I am on these two, but I don’t! (<- Liar apparently, girl what is this, this is longer than the first one) All I can assume is that Wesley appears older than he really is thanks to war aging him. I do feel he’s incredibly strong, healthy, powerful, and ambitious for a war veteran which does make me feel he can’t be that old. You never hear him complain about his age or his frame which I suppose could be discipline, but could be because he’s just not that old. Idk, Wesley being in war sort of explains everything about him, but also creates some conflicting points. Now, I’ve got too many headcanons attached to them knowing each other at a young ages. One of them involves them knowing each other since they were children which I originally thought, there’s no way they go back that far, but I liked the concept so much that now I see it and it’s like whagag. They’ve got to have a well established relationship though considering that before endgame, Wesley’s the only one Leeway doesn’t refer to in a professional manner, that is, by last name. Yeah it could be more actions>time, but I feel like it’s had to be quite a bit of time considering how “good friend” and “my friend” could’ve made perfect sense in place of “old friend”. Maybe word choice doesn’t matter, maybe it does. Anyway, I like to think they knew each other at a young age, went their own paths, Wesley realized he hated the path he was going on (Navy), and decided to join Leeway’s path for headcanony reasons oooo 🌀🌀🌀 That’s at least how I would do that if I wanted to explain why it is Leeway doesn’t know some things about his friend’s experience. Oh god I just remembered Wesley doesn’t LIKE to talk about the war and actively chose not to talk to Leeway about it until way later. That makes me think Leeway knew him at least WHEN he went to war, because that’s how he knows he went to war in the first place despite not knowing any details. I GUESS Wesley could’ve mentioned it offhandedly too butttt
And that thing about the Sola x Crowbar shipping was based on one message I got from my friend, my brother, and one other person, I forgot who.
There’s them, Wesway, Piperbane was it called? And then a secret fourth one that I’m gatekeeping for now. I’ll show you guys laterr
Age headcanons for the steambots Youngest to oldest Let's go
Below are my reasonings. There will be character specific spoilers!
Tristan and Daisy are well established to be kids kind of. The way they're talked to and talked about suggest that they are children. Especially because they talk about their childhoods like it was just a year ago. Tristan is still too young to understand how traumatic his childhood was. Daisy is similar but I think she at least sort of acknowledges that her childhood wasn't the best.
Poe and Beacon just seem younger to me. Poe I feel is very knowing for her age, but I think that's due to being raised to scam people. She probably had to grow up faster than most to be able to see everything as a money making opportunity. And Beacon, well, Beacon seems college student age. I don't remember where they were exactly, but it involved rocket-science level machinery and I can't think of many reasons they'd be there if not college. College deals with those sorts of stuff kind of.
Chimney seems like she graduated college not too long ago. Her affinity for roughhousing and drinking just gives off the vibe of a college party. I mean, where else would she find a group of friends like that?
Quincy and Wesley were hard to decide on. All the dialogue I'm getting from Leeway tells me he is a young adult. He's definitely AN adult, but he's not too old considering how new he is with certain things and the amount of times he said "I wasn't even assembled back then!" He probably would've been younger if it wasn't for Wesley. They're established to be "Old friends" which obviously they knew each other in their younger years. And because it's rather uncommon for kids or teenagers to be friends with people noticeably older than them, I figured they'd have to be in the same age range. Wesley is why they're not younger. Considering that he's been in war, has been in higher education, was there with Leeway both when the Submarine was lost AND found(In fact, he found it), I figured, he should probably have some time to do all that. 27 and 29 isn't that old anyway. Sure, I think they still qualify as young adults.
Sola and Crowbar, I had no idea for Sola, but Crowbar seems to be just a smidgen older considering how many how many crews she's been on. Not too much older because she's quite the fickle. Sola was originally going to be the same age as Leeway bc I can see some nerdy 27 year old working at an aquarium or something, but then I remembered there are like 3 people that ship her with Crowbar, and that's a lot considering the number of ships in this fandom, so I didn't want their age gap to be too crazy even if it's technically not that bad bc they're both over 25 years old.
Judy and Cornelius are both well established to be old. If the gray hair doesn't give it away, then it's the talk about their life experiences. Cornelius apparently used to be a super terrible guy, and he thinks he'll need to spend a lot of time apologizing for this. Also I think he used to serve for the Royalists in SWH?? maybe not I'm not sure. Either way, he's done a lot in his lifetime, and apparently most of it wasn't good. IIRC I don't think he feels redeemed even after defeating the Kraken. And Judy talks about her past experiences all the time. She already was something of a hero before she joined the crew and all her dialogue suggests she's super experienced so I'm giving her time to do all that.
#autism attack#but not the autism that’s super smart this time#yapnation 😋#steamworld#steamworld heist 2#swh2#sw headcanons#rb#cinni-k#I feel bad for whoever opts to read all this
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got love struck went straight to my head
alexia x reader smut :) 18+
alexia has been in a bad mood all week. she finally tells r what she needs to feel better. bottom alexia rights [literally thought i would die writing top alexia but i had a few requests, and this was fun].
Alexia was irritable, in a way you hadn't seen her since her injury. This time, though, you really weren't sure what the cause was. She was playing well, the team was playing well. The two of you weren't having any problems, as far as you could tell. Nothing had changed in the last week, except that Alexia was acting like she had a stick up her ass 24 hours a day. She barely spoke, opting instead to glare at everyone around her, and when she did speak, it was to snap at whoever was nearest.
You were tired of it and so was the team. Your teammates had been approaching you all week, asking what you'd done to piss Alexia off. You didn't have an answer, and you were just going to let it run it's course, sure her moodiness would pass. That was until Jona pulled you aside after practice, telling you that whatever was going, you had to fix it, because he couldn't take another day with grumpy Alexia.
She was clearly upset about something. The thing was that Alexia was very much the dominant one in the relationship. You weren't really used to having to strong arm her into talking to you; normally she had to do that with you. You'd give it your best shot, though, not really sure how it would go.
You made your move after practice that day, walking into the living room to find her on the couch, grumpy look on her face, scrolling on her phone. Deciding to be bold, you grabbed it out of her hand, and put it in your pocket. She looked up at you, raising an eyebrow, and wordlessly reaching her hand out for you to give it back. It was hard not to, honestly; Alexia could be incredibly intimidating when she wanted, and you weren't used to being on the receiving end of it.
"I want to talk."
"I do not." She responded bitingly, really glaring up at you now.
"Alexia," you sigh, taking a seat on the couch next to her outstretched legs. "What is going on with you?"
"I do not know what you are talking about." She said stubbornly, crossing her arms. She looked like the picture of defiance, like a child refusing to eat her vegetables.
"Love, you absolutely do. You've been mean to everyone this week, including me."
There was a flicker of insecurity across her face at that.
"Alexia, it's me. Tell me what's going on. If something is bothering you, I want to know, I want to help."
Alexia gazed up at you, weighing her options. She took a deep breath, but didn't speak. Instead she grabbed your hand, lacing her fingers with yours.
"I need you." She murmured. You weren't really sure what she meant, and you didn't want to read the situation wrong.
"What do you need from me, baby?"
Alexia squirmed slightly, a blush heating her cheeks.
"You" she responds. You thought you understood now, but it didn't make much sense. Obviously, you and Alexia hadn't had sex in the past week, because she'd been in a horrible mood, but you hadn't gone long without it. Certainly not long enough to warrant the desperate, pleading look in her eyes. Something else was going on, you were sure.
"You have me, Alexia, I don't understand." You figured playing dumb may get Alexia to get frustrated enough to tell you what she really wanted. It worked.
"No, amor, I need you. I need you to fuck me," she declared, looking somewhat unsure. Normally, she was the one that did the fucking. Of course, she got off too, but the way she said it seemed like she wanted you to be in charge. If anyone was a textbook top by definition it was Alexia. You hadn't considered that she wasn't entirely happy in this role.
You remove your hand from her grasp, instead resting it on her thigh. Her breath catches, and you know exactly what she wants.
"Are you needy, baby?" Alexia only nods her head in response, cheeks still flushed red. "Is that why you've been grouchy all week? Because you need me to fuck you?"
"Si, I need it so bad," she responds, almost breathless from your hand moving up and down her thigh.
"Alexia, why didn't you tell me that?"
You would fuck her. You just needed her to understand that she had to ask for the things she wanted, especially when they weren't the norm between you two. Alexia's eyes drop from yours as she shrugs.
"I know you like it when I am in charge. I did not know if you would be open to changing things up," she admits.
"I want what you want. If you want me to be in charge, I will. I need to hear you say it, though, Alexia. Tell me exactly what you want." You're fully teasing now, unashamed.
Alexia squeezes her eyes shut, summoning her nerve, before she opens her eyes again.
"I want you to tell me what to do, I will be good for you. I want you to fuck me, please, amor," she said, her voice quiet. You truly had been completely unaware that Alexia had a thing for praise. It was not something you'd be forgetting any time.
"With what?" You ask. The question takes a second to register. You can tell the second she understands, though, because her face turns even redder, which you didn't know was possible.
"Your cock," Alexia whispers, and you smile smugly down at her. You stand, and she rises quickly, a whine escaping her lips. You turn back to her, bringing her in for a heated kiss. She allows you you take complete control, one of your hands lacing into her hair, holding her securely against you. You pull back after a minute, not letting her get too far.
"Take your clothes off, and get on the bed." You tell her, your words not more than a whisper against her lips. You really are startled at how fast the midfielder follows your instructions.
You take your time, heading into the bedroom after her once you're sure she's had enough time. You find her sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, looking nervous. You don't want her nervous, though, not at all. You cross the room fast, gently taking her face in your hands.
"Take a breath, baby," you tell her. "We'll only do what you're comfortable with, and we can stop whenever you want, alright?"
Alexia nods, looking more reassured. She leans up, lips searching for yours. You kiss her softly, pouring your love into it, hoping to ease the rest of her anxiety. She looks dazed when you pull back, and you know you've succeeded.
"Lay down," you tell her, and she does. You allow your eyes to hungrily scan her body, taking in her full breasts, her rippling abs. Her thighs are parted slightly, and you're sure you're seeing wrong when you think you see wetness smeared along the insides. There's no way she was wet enough for that yet.
You take your time taking your own clothes off, stripping right in front of her, eyes not leaving hers. Her pupils are blown wide looking up at you, and her legs are pressed together. You move to the bedside drawer, pulling out the harness she normally wears, and the dildo you love taking the most. You step into it, fitting the cock into the harness, but struggling to tighten it around your hips.
You walk back over to her as you fight with it, and Alexia's fingers quickly replace yours, expertly tightening the straps around your body. Her eyes are stuck on the strap, her lips parting slightly, before she looks up at you.
"Can I suck it?" she asks. You try not to let your surprise show, as you tell her she can. Not a second later, she's taking your length into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. She gets it nice and wet, before she takes it fully down her throat, gagging slightly.
You're sure your jaw is dropped at the filthy sight in front of you, and you can only watch as Alexia chokes on your cock, eyes shutting as she moves. You tangle your hand in her hair, gathering it in a makeshift ponytail, before tugging lightly on it. She moans in response, and you're encouraged, guiding her to move faster against the fake dick.
After a few minutes, Alexia has tears in her eyes, and spit dripping from her chin. You pull your strap out of her mouth, gently wiping her face off with a towel you always kept near the bed.
"Good?" you check, thumb moving softly back and forth across her cheek as she pants for breath.
"Si, soy tan buena" she replies breathlessly. You guide her to scoot back on the bed, climbing on top of her. Once again, you connect your lips with hers, pushing your tongue into her mouth, easily dominating the kiss. You nibble on her bottom lip, relishing in tiny whine she lets out into your mouth, feeling her hips move under you.
You move your leg to nudge her legs apart, not breaking the kiss, and press your thigh up against her core. You pull back from her face in shock, as she is completely drenched. Her eyes are closed, and she is completely focused on grinding against your leg. You leave it for now, pressing your lips back to hers, making out for several minutes as she moves against you.
When she begins to pant into your mouth, not able to keep up with your kisses, you pull back, removing your leg from in between hers. Her eyes fly open, looking up at you desperately. You climb off of her, spreading legs wide open, and taking in the sight in front of you. She is literally dripping, hole clenching and unclenching, clit peeking out of it's hood. You're sure you've never felt her this wet before.
"You're fucking soaking, baby," you whisper, and she nods. "Is this all for me?" you ask, gently running your index finger through her slick. Her hips buck up into your hand.
"Si, all for you, bonita. Please, I need you," she begs, eyes wide. Having heard enough, you push her legs farther apart, and bend down, running your tongue through her. She moans at the first contact, and you press a hand onto her abdomen, stopping her movements against you. You know what Alexia likes, and you know she is in no mood to be teased, so you set a fast past with your tongue, pushing in and out of her entrance.
You lick her wetness up, though it's quickly replaced, enjoying the salty tase of her on your tongue. You focus on her pussy for another minute, before moving up to flick your tongue across her clit. She cries out at this, hands tangling in your hair. You pull away.
"Play with your nipples," you instruct, and she complies instantly, bring her hands away from your hair, up to her sensitive chest. She rolls her nipples in between her fingers, and you reconnect your mouth with her core. She's been wet enough for a while, but only now do you ease a finger into her. It slides in easily, and soon, a second joins it. You keep your pace steady, wanting her to ask for more.
"Mas rapida, por favor," she gasps, body writhing on the mattress. You give in, beginning to pump your fingers in and out of her at a rapid pace. At the same time, you take her clit into your mouth, suckling hard on it, and Alexia comes hard, crying out your name. You work her through it, listening to her whimpers as she comes down, hips still moving in tandem with your hands.
You stand, pulling her to the edge of the bed, legs wrapping around your waist to keep you against her. You drag your strap over her center, enjoying the way she moves against you, desperate for more.
"Amor, no more teasing," she pleads. "Need your cock in me,"
"Okay, baby," you soothe. "You've been so good for me, gonna fuck you now," you tell her, watching, entranced, as she gasps at your words. You line up and push into her. Alexia lets out a guttural moan, and you almost do as well, struck with how tight you find her. She's soaked, though, and she doesn't seem to be uncomfortable at all as you drag your cock in and out of her at a slow pace.
Alexia is in a state of pure pleasure under you, hands fisted in the sheets, head thrown back. Your arms are wrapped around her legs, and you start to move faster, gripping her hard. You're pushing in deep, and she moves one of her hands down, desperate for more stimulation. Just as she's about to make contact with her swollen clit, you grab her hand and press it back into the mattress. Her eyes fly open, looking up at you desperately.
"No, no. I'll take care of you, pretty girl, you just relax," you state, moving your hand from where it held her thigh, moving her leg out of the way, and beginning to rub firm circles over her clit. Alexia is moaning with every thrust now, and you know she's close. Her hand comes down again, this time to grab your free one. She brings it up, guiding it to wrap around her throat. Your eyes search hers, needing to know that she is completely comfortable. You only see arousal in her eyes, and you squeeze lightly. That's all it takes, before she's falling over the edge, body spasming as she comes.
You let up for only a minute as she comes down, pulling out only to flip her onto her stomach. You pull her hips up, before sliding back in, and she whimpers at the stimulation.
"One more for me, beautiful, wanna come with you," you tell her. Alexia's back arches more, and her ass presses back into you. You palm it with one hand, feeling the harness press against your clit. Normally, you don't think it would be enough for you, but the sight of her under you, fucking back against your strap as she breaths hard, watching your strap disappear into her, coming out dripping, is more than enough.
Your groan as you pound into her, pressing in harder and faster than you were before.
"Are you going to come with me, Ale?" you ask.
"Si, estoy tan cerca, amor," she responds, words broken up by whines. You can see a sheen of sweat on her back, and take in how her legs shake under her, and know she is close.
"So good for me, Ale. My good girl. You like it when I fuck you, hmm?"
Alexia's hips stutter as she gets closer, your words dragging her towards the edge, fast.
"Si, si mi amor, soy tu buena chica," she gasps, apparently losing the ability to speak english.
"Come for me now Alexia, come on my cock," you grunt through gritted teeth, hips pressing in as you feel your orgasm begin to wash over you. Alexia screams out your name, neighbors completely forgotten, as you bury your cock deep inside her one last time, grinding against her as you work yourself through your orgasm. You collapse on top of her, resting her forehead on her back, panting.
Alexia is a mess beneath you, and you pull out slowly, maneuvering her onto her back, despite barely being able to move yourself. Alexia looks incredibly overstimulated, though, body still twitching. Once on her back, Alexia lets out a pitiful cry, reaching for you. You slide back onto the bed, pulling her into your side.
"Mi niña perfecta, te amo mucho, Ale," you tell her, pressing light kisses onto the side of her face. She's still silent, nuzzling her face into your body. You rub her back soothingly, waiting for her body to stop trembling.
"Thank you," she says quietly, the words mumbled into your neck.
"Of course, Alexia. Next time, tell me what you want, hmm? Don't make our whole team suffer because you need me to fuck you."
Alexia laughs against you. It will be enjoyable, tomorrow, to watch her try to explain to your teammates what was behind the sudden change in mood.
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Hello. I will call you Phoenix because that sounds very cool and you are cool and I platonically like you and enjoy your works.
Anyways I have come to request an all mercs + Pauling if you’re comfortable and want to write that. (If not maybe just Medic +whoever else you want to write for.) with a reader who has Schizophrenia? I’ve been going through some moments with it and the TF2 mercs are my comfort characters and your blog just feels nice.
If you aren’t comfortable with this feel free to block me or just ignore this ask entirely! Thank you very much!
A/n: GAHHH ILY PLATONICALLY TOO 🫶 ty for sending in a request, I’m so glad you enjoy my works! I try my best! I made sure I did some more extensive reasearch about schizophrenia/the real experience with it before I wrote this, please let me know if I should make some edits! (And other ppl reading this, also don’t be afraid to send an ask about making edits!)
Mercs + Pauling w/ reader w/ Schizophrenia (headcannons)
(Platonic or romantic!)
Pauling:
- will have some guilt about how she works all the time and can’t be there for you
- might send some gifts and call you in between jobs/travel, asking how you’ve been, asking if now was a good time or if you needed a distraction
- as soon as she gets the chance to come see you, she takes it
- asks over and over if you’re okay, because it’s been keeping her anxious on her jobs
- she’ll comfort you with sweet words over the phone if you call her for help
- reminds you to take your meds
Scout:
- absolutely clueless
- buys into stereotypes
- “the voices” type shit
- this guy is gonna need a thorough explanation as to how you feel all the time
- probably asks you how you’re feeling all the time too
- might be a little too quick to do his sneak-attack hugs
- likes hugging you a lot, so that could offer some grounding if you’re having delusions/hallucinations
- words of affirmation 10/10
- expect a lot of words…
- speaking of a lot of words, need an auditory distraction? The scout-o-matic is here! (Only $69.99)
Soldier:
- clueless prick
- thinks you’re some spy or something
- it might take the entirety of the team to convince him otherwise and try to explain it to him with your help
- might also buy into the stereotypes
- if you say you hear or see something that man is going to run around screaming with his shovel trying to chase them off for you (believes they’re real, but only you have magic powers to see them or something)
Medic:
- #1 meds administer
- does not buy into stereotypes, since he may know something about it
- (fw researching you heavy)
- dude is taking notes as you’re straight up not having it
- jk he goes to comfort you if he can after a bit
- you WILL be staying in the infirmary with him (sorry I don’t make the rules)
- will look into techniques to help you
Demo:
- you already know he’s offering alcohol to take the edge off/distract
- you have tried many times to tell him that that will not work
- if you had alcohol with your meds things would not end well
- offers himself as a napping space for being really exhausted (I’d take him up on that)
- he might already be passed out when you go to ask if you two can nap
- might wanna just scootch in there
Heavy:
- will protect you from the bad things (or at least try)
- if someone hurt pookie that’s no good it will not do
- offers protective bear hugs if you need something/somewhere/someone to cuddle up to and be distracted/grounded
Pyro:
- if you’re describing what you see to them, or have in the past, they might try to draw them with good old fashioned crayons and printer paper
- also schizophrenic 😭
- huge empathy from them
- but uhm they might also just straight up not know they’re schizophrenic, so bro could just be like “same”
- alright enough Gen z talk from me (there can never be enough)
- even if just hanging out with them makes you feel more comfortable
Sniper:
- probably feels bad for you
- opts to hang out indoors if hallucinations/delusions are not fun outside
- comforts you when you think you see or hear something
Spy:
- if he’s attempting to be subtle you might expect some noise cancelling headphones and other helpful tools show up at your door
- if you need a break from certain rooms he’s definitely gonna offer his smoking room
- gets you pill organizers for your meds if that’s something you struggle with
- offers lots of gentle comfort
- let’s be honest, this guy was clueless before you started talking to him about it and what it was
- now he just wants to offer help
Engie:
- probably pities you a bit
- gives you that Texan hospitality but may take a bit to understand you better
- will 10/10 make you something if there’s something he can make to help and if it’s possible
- gonna try everything in his power to make your life easier
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Hopefully I did okay 😭 ty for sending in your request!!
#team fortress two#tf2#scout tf2#sniper tf2#tf2 scout#tf2 demoman#tf2 x reader#engineer tf2#medic tf2#sniper x reader#medic x reader#medic x you#scout x reader#demoman x reader#tf2 engie x reader#engie x reader#engineer x reader#schizophrenia#heavy tf2#heavy x reader#spy tf2#tf2 pyro#tf2 medic#pyro tf2#tf2 spy#tf2 engineer#tf2 sniper#tf2 fanfiction#tf2 headcanons#spy x reader
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A few new thoughts + theories about obxanon and Rudy's departure
I keep seeing the same angry, recycled theories on obxtwitter without a lot of critical thought, which like fine, people are mad, I get it. But I've been really trying to take my emotions out of the situation and just consider how this could realistically have happened, and I have a few theories that I want to put out there.
I think #obxanon is Lilah Pate, OR someone very very close to Lilah or the Pates. Why do I think this? For one, #obxanon mentions Lilah far too much. Like I'm sorry, she's just not that important lol. She's a nepotism baby riding on daddy's coattails, and she was not a major player in any of the bts drama until #obxanon mentioned her specifically in their first (now deleted) post. #Obxanon also seems to know a lot about the personal relationships between cast members, far more than a crew member or a producer might know (specifically in the way they describe Rudy and Madison's history/feelings towards each other). This tells me #obxanon is someone who personally spent time with the cast, especially in the s1 era. Finally, in a previous post, I've talked about how #obxanon is very bias against Rudy and for the Pates. I believe SOME of the facts they present (a lot of it is bullshit and opinions), but I think whoever is behind that account has personal anger towards Rudy and Elaine, especially Elaine. #Obxanon mentioned personal conflict between Elaine, the Pates, and LILAH. Why is that even important? Because Lilah thinks she's important, and Lilah is #obxanon.
2. In saying this, I think #obxanon's first post in August leaking JJ's death was an intentional move by the Pates (and maybe Netflix) to sus out how audiences would feel about JJ dying. I just can't believe that Netflix/HR wouldn't be cracking down on every single person who could know this information if they weren't already allowing it to be leaked. Like the first post? Huge leak of insider info. But ok, JJ death theory was gently leaked during Morocco filming so maybe not a drastic break of HR policy. But the second post after s4 part 2 dropped? And continuing to post answers to fan questions up until very recently? There's just no way. Someone would be getting sued. A crew member would be out of the job. The Pates would be putting a stop to it. Unless it was intentional. Unless it was Lilah. Who wanted to
a. gently prepare audiences for JJ's death,
b. get a feel for how angry people would be, so they could edit/prepare to launch their bullshit PR "he was always gonna die" statement,
c. know whether they should renew the show for 1 or 2 more seasons, depending on how much viewership would be lost,
d. maybe even try to convince/guilt-trip Rudy into changing his mind based off of fan response? And if that last ditch effort didn't work,
e. proactively shift the blame onto Rudy to redirect fan outrage, meaning the writers/showrunners could take slightly less heat.
The show getting renewed for a 5th and final season BEFORE part 2 dropped and all hell broke loose? This tells me that they had a solid idea of how bad it might be and opted out of the original 6 season plan. They probably didn't know it would be THIS bad lol, but clearly the writers have their heads up their own asses and don't know how shit they actually are, so they underestimated big time.
And before people start saying this is a conspiracy and couldn't be PR, I really wouldn't underestimate how involved marketing teams can be, especially for a high budget #1 show on Netflix. The Pates mention all the time how they read and monitor fan feedback. Like, if the obx twitter account can interact with fans the way they do? They can definitely be sneaky about leaking info on tumblr through an anonymous yet extremely, SUSPICIOUSLY informed source.
And finally,
3. I think the reasons for Rudy leaving (and I absolutely believe that he left) are far more complicated than simply "Elaine was jealous." I think the way he handled it was messy and shitty and immature, but I've tried to theorize WHY and I've come up with a few intersecting reasons. I want to preface this with I DON'T ACTUALLY KNOW. But I like trying to understand people's decisions, it makes them more human to me and allows me to move forward with empathy rather than anger. So here's what I think:
a. He and Madison were previously FWB. I can't pretend to know the timeline or why it ended. But it happened sometime in 2019/2020 and Elaine was unaware of this (or at least how strong the feelings involved were) until later on in her and Rudy's relationship. Elaine not knowing about their fwb arrangement is alluded to in multiple Deuxmoi blinds over the years. Just feels too consistent to not have some truth to it. I can see how finding this out could blindside Elaine, make Rudy feel ashamed and uncomfortable, and contribute to growing jealousy and tension throughout years that finally hit a breaking point. I'm not saying jealousy is acceptable, especially because portraying a believable Jiara romance was Rudy and Madison's JOB. Obviously the healthiest decision is either break up or make peace with it. But I think this could at least explain why Jiara upset Elaine so much. She felt lied to. Also if Rudy actually cheated on Teo, that would increase Elaine's insecurity even more (once a cheater always a cheater). AND put pressure on Rudy to prove that he won't cheat on Elaine, making him all compliant and weird n shit towards Madison. The whole thing is just messy.
b. Rudy did not want to do Jiara in the first place. He didn't even sign up for it when he joined the show. Their "chemistry" in s1 was a literal representation of Rudy and Madison's chemistry in real life, likely due to their fwb arrangement. It wasn't JJ and Kiara liking each other. It wasn't planned. (I hate how Kiara asking John B "Did you tell JJ" is literally always used as proof against this, but I always saw that as Kiara not wanting to admit she actually did like John B and wanted to keep shit on the down low until they figured it out. That's totally how it's written. But the obx writers suck and don't elaborate on that ever again, so it gets misinterpreted). Regardless, fans saw their obvious chemistry and SCREAMED for JJ and Kiara to get together. They also screamed for Rudy and Madison to get together, which was probably fun until it was awkward. But Rudy literally NEVER actually liked it as a plotline. In interviews for S1 and S2, he talks about how JJ is not ready for a relationship, maaaaybe endgame could be them hinting at getting together but he just didn't think it made sense with the storyline. And Cleo was getting written in as JJ's actual love interest. And Kiara had already kissed John B AND Pope. It was not the writer's original plan, and Rudy has said that he thinks the show should not be swayed by fan desires. Except the writers are spineless and lack creativity, so instead they chose to listen to the fans and pivot their entire storyline to make Jiara happen. Which Rudy was contractually obligated to then do. Unwillingly. For 4 seasons.
c. Outside of Jiara, Rudy hated the writing on obx. And who can blame him? Everyone hated the writing on obx. The plotline has been getting more and more unrealistic and ridiculous since S1. If there was no bts drama and JJ lived and the show was renewed for 3 more seasons, season 4 would STILL be hot smelly garbage. Rudy has been getting increasingly more and more vocal in interviews about how he hates bad writing, he respects good writing, he wants to participate in art that moves people, means something, makes a difference. He basically calls out the obx writers in that Larry Moss interview for being trash. It is absolutely implied. The fan service of Jiara and the deterioration of the plot and the absolute destruction of his character JJ who he loved dearly and put so much effort into? God, that would piss me off too. Total opposition to his values. We all heard Rudy talk about JJ's storyline in S1 interviews as a nod to trauma survivors and how respectfully he tried to portray that. Only to have the writers not give 2 shits about any of that. I can totally see why he stopped giving a shit too. By s3 interviews, he literally repeats "my job is to do what the writers tell me" over and over. Dude was done long before asking to leave s4.
4. The final tipping point? The hate that Elaine gets. I'm not defending the girl. I think the whole conflict/tension/jealousy thing is wild. Hard to know what's actually true, but I think it's fair to say she doesn't make the healthiest choices (her launching her bikini line while Rudy is getting dragged by the media and fans?....wow.) However, the absolute visceral HATE Elaine has been getting for literal years, unwavering, unfiltered, unending? No one deserves that. Especially not for the petty shit she supposedly did (the girl posted some ignorant shit as a 17 year old on facebook in 2013. Like come on, she's not Kelly Osbourne saying Latinos only clean toilets on literal live TV). You can't make me believe that hate like that for 4 years straight on every possible social media platform wouldn't impact your mental health. You can't tell me it wouldn't make Rudy hate the fans, and hate the show, and hate social media. He would feel guilty, like it was his fault. He would want to protect her. They would both be so powerless to stop it from happening. Like, it literally killed her photography career before it could begin because her social media platforms were just bombarded with hate. And not just hate, but embarrassing, cancel culture accusations. If that was my partner getting treated like that because of my job? I think I'd leave too.
All of this combined = creates a total shitshow that Rudy probably couldn't wait to get away from. He's talented. He's passionate about acting. He likely wants to do other projects while he's still young and fit and eager. OBX contracts stopped the actors from doing any other work that conflicted with obx scheduling (filming and press). That reeeeally limits their other opportunities.
So I really can't blame the guy for leaving. I just think the way he did it was shitty. If he had just told them he wanted to leave before S4 was written and already filming, I think things could have been a lot more amicable. But I guess money complicates everything. Dude probably made a good mil a year with obx, that's hard to leave.
Soooo yea. Just my theories and thoughts. I could be totally off, a lot of it is hypothetical. But I haven't seen a lot of these theories fleshed out as people talk about everything, so thought I would add my 2 cents.
#obx#obx season 4#outer banks#obxanon#rudy pankow#madison bailey#madelyn cline#carlacia grant#chase stokes#jonathan daviss#jonas pate#lilah pate#why he left#why obxanon is an angry 21 year old nepo baby#why the pates still suck at writing holy shit#why that set must have been toxic af#why they should just cancel season 5 and let everyone move on
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I've got a request. I understand if this is a difficult topic and you don't feel comfortable writing it. Natasha coming back from a mission to find reader self harming. Just loads of comfort and fluff, please
More Than You Know
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader
Description: After feeling like there was no other way out, reader starts to self harm again. Natasha catches them and makes them feel a little better.
Warnings: LOTS of angst, self harm, negative thoughts, suicidal ideation, razors, blood, talk of depression, swearing. PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF IT WILL TRIGGER YOU!!
Words: 1.3k
A/N: Please please please, if you ever feel the need to self harm, talk to someone. Talk to someone safe. It doesn’t have to be a family member, just someone you know who won’t get mad. I am always available to talk to. I really hope this brings comfort to whoever is reading. Remember you are loved.
It had been an exceptionally hard week. Normally episodes for y/n didn’t last for more than a month, but this one had lasted nearly two. And it still wasn’t getting better. In fact, it felt like this time, maybe it wasn’t going to get better.
Y/n had had thoughts like those before, but never too bad. They were always fleeting. Always gone after a moment. But they were sticking around this time. Nearly all day.
The compound was eerily silent. Not just because it was nearly midnight, but because everyone was gone on a mission. Everyone but y/n. A hostile force threatened the city yet again, and y/n was stuck in the compound. They felt stupid. Useless even. They should be out protecting the world; instead they were in their room contemplating if they even wanted to get out of bed. They had barely eaten all day, didn’t brush their teeth, they were a mess, they thought.
The pain was too much. The hole in their heart was growing larger by the minute, and the feeling of utter hopelessness was eating away at them. All they wanted was for Natasha to be there. She would make things better. She always did.
“Oh god,” y/n whispered. “What do I do?” They were hoping for a miracle. That Nat would suddenly appear and tell them everything would be alright and they were going to be okay. She would whisper sweet nothings to them and hold them until they fell asleep. But, it was impossible. Natasha was nearly across the country.
“Please,” they begged no one in particular. “Please come back.” A tear fell down their cheek. The pain in their heart was spreading to their stomach and throat. It felt like it would never end.
Tears began to pour from y/n’s eyes. They pulled their legs in and buried their head in their knees. Sobbing, y/n contemplated the options. Go to sleep. Eat. Cry more. None of them seemed appealing to y/n. Except one.
They had done it before until Tony caught them. He had seen the scars and forced y/n to show him where the razor was. He threw it out, of course, and locked up all the sharp objects in the compound. Even the weapons. Especially the weapons. He did it out of love and fear. He cared for y/n like a father would care for a child.
But after a while, Tony unlocked everything and allowed y/n to train again. He thought they were better. And for a while, they were.
But now, it felt like there was no other option. Y/n, tears still in their eyes, unfolded themselves and swung their legs over the bed. They were going to find something. Something to end the pain, even if it was only temporary.
Opting for the bathroom, they made a beeline for the shower. There was a shaving razor, and it wouldn’t be too hard to take apart. They fumbled a bit with taking it apart, cutting their thumb in the process. Y/n hissed in pain. But it didn’t hurt that much. And when they saw the red, it was over. There was no talking y/n out of it now.
When the razor was dismantled, y/n sat cross-legged on the floor. They stared at the small blade in their hand. Taking a deep breath, y/n slashed the blade across their left wrist. It stung a bit, but the satisfaction of seeing the blood come to the surface was far too great. They did it again. And again. And eventually their arm became numb. In fact, y/n became numb. Tears stopped falling. They were at peace.
But it was an odd peace. There was still pain in their heart. It had just subdued. And nothing mattered anymore.
They were too lost in thought to notice anything other than the blood on their wrist. They didn’t notice the Avengers enter the compound, and didn’t notice the footsteps coming towards their room.
Natasha didn’t want to wake y/n, as she assumed they would be asleep by now. But when she entered the room and saw the bed empty, Natasha halted. She turned to see the bathroom door wide open, y/n on the ground, and a bloody blade by their side.
Taking a sharp inhale, she froze. She wasn’t quite sure what to do. She didn’t know how to respond, being on the other end.
In the Red Room, Natasha found ways to cope. She would dig her nails into her palm until she bled, she would pinch her thighs, pick at unhealed scabs. No one noticed.
And now, being on the other end, Natasha realized she could help y/n, the way she wanted to be helped. She took a deep breath and walked over to the doorframe. Y/n still didn’t register that Nat was there. But a soft knock on the doorframe quickly brought them back to reality.
“Shit! I- Nat- shit shit shit, I didn’t-” Y/n stammered, wincing a bit as they put their hand over their raw wrist.
“Let me see that,” Natasha said quietly. She wasn’t angry. In fact, her tone was warm and comforting. Y/n opened their mouth to protest, but thought better of it. They held their wrist out for Natasha to see. “Oh my love.” Is all Natasha said. Pain swam in her eyes, but she didn’t show any other signs that she was upset. Of course, Natasha’s heart was screaming. She wanted to pull y/n into her arms and magically heal the wounds of their wrist and soul. But she couldn’t.
Instead, Natasha got up and wet a small hand towel. She gently wiped away the dried blood and held the cold towel there for a bit to ease the burn. “I’m sorry,” she said.
Y/n snapped their head up. “What for?” they said.
“For not being there. I shouldn’t have gone on that mission,” Nat looked at y/n. Y/n could practically taste the guilt that was surrounding Natasha.
“It’s not your fault. It’s mine for being so fucked up-”
“You are not fucked up. Believe me.” Natasha’s tone hardened along with her gaze.
“But I am.”
“No. You are the most amazing person I have ever met. You make everyone’s life better. You are a joy and a light for everyone. You- you’ve helped me more than you know.” Natasha admitted. Y/n scrunched their eyebrows to keep themselves from crying more. Natasha took y/n’s cheek in her hand and whispered, “More than you know.” With her other hand, she brought y/n’s wrist to her mouth and placed a soft kiss on the cuts. “Let’s get this bandaged up. Don’t want it getting infected.” Natasha helped y/n off the ground and found the first aid kit.
Once everything was all bandaged up, Natasha led y/n to the bed and laid down with them. She held y/n as tight as she could, stroking her hair and whispering over and over, “it’s going to be okay.” Natasha would admit it was more like she was trying to convince herself of it more than y/n.
And y/n was finally at peace. A good peace this time. They were finally in Nat’s arms, hearing those sweet nothings that they had dreamed of.
“I won’t leave you like that again. Never again my love.”
#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x you#natasha romanoff x y/n#natasha romanoff fluff#natasha romanoff angst#natasha romanoff fic#natasha romanoff fanfic#natasha romanoff fanfiction#black widow#black widow x reader#black widow x you#black widow x y/n#black widow fluff#black widow angst#black widow fic#black widow fanfic#black widow fanfiction#natasha#natasha x reader#natasha x you#natasha x y/n#natasha fluff#natasha angst#natasha fic#natasha fanfic#natasha fanfiction#mcu#marvel#mcu fanfiction
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Anime North 2023 💀👍
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I originally was going to have my Spamton plush with the ‘CRIMINAL’ sign but his head was too big and would make him fall
scene punk Rainbow Dash cosplayer passing by as I was strapping Reigen to my chest and saying I look amazing
people yelling ‘criminal!’ when seeing the Reigen plush
the two tabling that specifically said ‘Reigen in jail!’ (I bought a Mob pin from them)
the person who only took of photo of Reigen plushie, not me
migraine and forgot ibuprofen but Im so so strong and brave (my vision was going in and out all day)
seeing a golden guard Hunter cosplayer and we both pointed as a first reaction
another Hunter cosplayer who was a photographer so they asked for different poses
accidentally approached a table thinking the person was talking to me (they weren’t)
buying mp100 merch from a table and letting them know I was changing to Reigen later so they asked me to come back when I do
coming back and a lot of pointing and thumbs ups
being thankful I decided to bring two cosplays to switch between because wearing the coven scout cosplay meant 2-3 layers on my legs and I was melting
I walked HOW MUCH?
being in a different cosplay so it doesnt feel as weird circling the same tables over as I do
uu-chan!!!
I even thought to myself earlier that day “I wish I had an uu-chan”
people that specifically took selfies with me rather than just me (I find it endearing)
someone complimented my cosplay then asked to punch my Reigen plushie whoever you are, I felt that punch in my hand, I hope you had a good day
my eyesight is bad, and the sun made seeing my phone harder, so I kept accidentally taking videos instead of photos
didn’t want to keep the cosplayer waiting though so I opted to just screencap the videos later
two at a table called my attention for my Reigen cosplay, said I was the only Reigen they saw I said “well there’s TWO here” and pointing/posing with the plush they lamented that their Mob pins sold out just before I arrived it’s the Mob pin I bought earlier too so I let them know I actually bought it before in a different cosplay the recognition at the Reigen plushie and yelling “Reigen in jail!!” “yes, but he’s been freed!” just some silly cheering about it
anyway shout-out to @warddraws because I think I’ll be using this Mob pin often
the guy that accidentally hit my shoulder:
this Miku
debating buying a poster I was staring at for a solid minute, coming back for it later and the artists being like “Reigen’s back :)”
seeing a sans and reigen magnet parody poster, panicking when ppl behind me started talking about it and heard “..he looks like-”, and sped-walked away
forgot to come back to that table.... I didnt get to actually look at their merch im sorry
I really don’t know why I felt so self-conscious there cuz I thought the poster was hilarious??
also lamenting a beautiful MP100 print I saw that was sold out, and pretty Hanzo merch because I have enough Hanzo
watched people playing DDR and being impressed and afraid of ppl that are good at it
someone who was cosplaying Mob but changed before we met (which is still :() but called my cosplay ‘crisp’
scribbled down requests from my friends when waiting (reigen kicked out of walmart) (reigen as a coven scout)
reigen gets burger king
is burger king
now scrolling through the Anime North tags and yelling at merch I didn’t see what I was there that I would’ve bought
alas
my legs are still dead but this was one of the most fun AN trips I’ve had actually
#anime north#anime north 2023#me post#cosplay#reigen arataka#coven scout#mp100#owl house#not quite selfie#fighting myself w this post cuz I try to keep actual personal content pretty minimal on here lol#feels a little embarassing at times
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(Edit 2: If you want to see the original version of the post, it has been reblogged by at least two accounts. JAS is one of them. You can see it there.)
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@problemaddtic
I did not initially @ you when I created the post, but I have decided to as you are what it is about. I know you do not care what anti-endogenics/sysmeds have to say about your behaviour, but I am not either of those things.
One of the biggest things I advocate for in syscourse, if not the biggest thing, is for people to stop worrying about whether or not non-CDD plurality is scientifically provable, and that people's experiences should be treated with respect.
As someone who is with you on the fact that endogenics and other non-CDD plurals deserve better treatment, I really hope you'll believe me when I say you are hurting your own community more than you are helping it.
(Also, I edited the post sightly to try and have a nicer tone. I am autistic and tend to sound rude, so I am very sorry if I have phrased anything poorly. I am truly just trying to help people here.))
Here's a reminder that trying to harm people you dislike by being bigoted towards them impacts people you do like.
Flexing about how not disabled you are and treating being disabled as a bad is ableist, and it hurts the disabled people in your community as well.
Especially when you are conflating a certain ideology with being disabled, you are villainising everyone with those disabilities for having those disabilities. Even the people with those disabilities who are in your communities and have put hard work into combatting the rhetoric you are both against.
It does not combat anything or help anyone to be bigoted to people you oppose. Not only does it not help, it actively hinders. It makes people care less about the genuine points people in your community have, because all of their hard work is now tainted by, "You make community with bigots." This is genuinely the biggest reason I do not label myself as pro-endogenic, because people like you mean using that label actually makes it harder to do anything to help endogenics and other non-CDD plurals.
You did not do anything productive. If you set out just to hurt people, it is going to hurt those who care for your opinions (as in, people in your community) far worse than those who do not. I feel sorry for the marginalised people in your community that you view as a justifiable collateral in your plight.
(This is also a part of the edit. Since I was trying to make it more vague initially and applicable to anyone who needed this advice, I did not include how what you did hurt me very much.
As someone who has spent genuinely hours creating posts that not only educate people about non-CDD plurality, but is tailored to whoever I am educating to get them to treat non-CDD plurals with kindness, what you said hurt me. Honestly, quite a lot.
I have been harmed by all those things you wished on sysmeds, a lot of that being because I have DID. I have had to fight and adovcate for myself and others because of those things. I have and will do that for every single disabled person, even those I hate more than I can articulate, because no one deserves to experience ableism. Opposing oppressive systems is not just something you opt in and out of based on whether or not you like people. Wishing for the upholding of ableism just so it can hurt other disabled people is something that made me genuinely ill to read.
My advocacy for kindness towards non-CDD plurals and endogenic plurals is also built on the fact that you are all people. Even you, I wish things get better for you because you are a person and you deserve that.
But even if you do not feel that same compassion for everyone's humanity, you at the very least could be mindful not to harm the people who are on your side in the process.)
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@anniflamma what about the Virginia sweater meme 😆 🤣 that would be funny too honestly, but more importantly....why can I see the gods as young masters and mistresses in an old mansion and all the main humans as servants at the whims of their masters.
Odysseus, a war slave like his crew after being forced to choose life for his crew as indentured servitude for a number of years or a life of constant fighting. He opts to give them a better life but never knew that they were at the whims of the gods (his masters) and their fickle attitudes. He is constantly trying to get the slave contract everyone signed burned so that he can finally see his wife in his homeland.
Too bad he caught the eye of all the masters and mistresses who never leave him a waking moment to sneak into the heavily guarded door. He loses many friends as they are killed by the fickle whims which makes it harder for him to find the will to leave on such a hard journey alone and feels trapped by one mistress and her constant need of him in her life.
(Sorry my brain went on a tangent because my brain was like....'maid costume for halloween....maids...AUs for fanfic!' But my brain is just getting obsessed over the idea haha!
I can just see a cover art for it with...
ODYSSEUS is holding his ears on the couch, looking in pain, front and center
CALYPSO holding his arm to her chest lovingly, leaning in.
Then ATHENA would be behind the couch over Odyssues (to the right of him) arguing with everyone in God games around her
Beside Athena is HERA, who leans over the couch, yelling at Zeus with a glare only a wife could give
APOLLO....Apollo stands on Athena's side but doesnt really care and is just checking his nails or has a book out as if he is practicing for a play
ZEUS is facing Athena on Odyssues other side, his hand salaciously sensually touching Odysseus shoulder or something.
To his side above the couch is APHRODITE sitting on the couch top with her feet dangling on the actual couch itself and ARES seen above her (he tall) with a hand around her waist or gently on her hip. Together, they take up one spot.
HEPHASTUS simply pinching the bridge of his nose with the look of "you all are so childish".
POSIDON on Zeus's side but instead on the couch, slovenly leaning against the arm, but his feet are specifically touching Odysseus with a small smirk on his face because he likes to bother Odysseus and you can see Aphrodite's feet dangling just above where Posidons knees are since she is sitting on the couch.
POLYMEPHEOUS sits on the floor in front of Posidons side of the couch with a scratch on his eye with an ewe in hand, looking mad (but not actually looking because he is blind) at the camera.
CIRCE either on the on Calypso's side of the couch leaning against the arm rest looking bored or she is actually sitting on the arm rest smoking a cigarette
WIND GOD lays on the floor sideways to face the ewe in Polymepheous's and boops it on the nose, her form has various birds sitting on her shoulder and hair and even her feet
THE PROPHET is in a big picture (since this is not a timeliness where he helps either) his eyes covered with cloth, his face not toward the camera but a partial side view of him looking forward.
Pictures of other gods and goddess not in Epic are on the wall to signify they live in the house as well.
SCYLLA is a emo looking girl stands whoever she wishes.
Sorry I just got so wrapped up in my brain on that mental image. Mind you that I have never read Epic ever as a story. I was forced to read the Odyssey so this is all based on the musical by Jorge and the many animatics portraying them.
Sorry if that is too much....imma see myself out.
Got inspired from this
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Jonathan Bailey’s potential soulmate
‼️Trigger warning‼️
The page of cups reversed indicates this person may have some abuse in their life; I am giving you a warning in case you want to opt out of reading this reading. I understand if you wish to skip past.
General personality: 8 of cups, the empress,the knight of cups reversed, page of cups reversed, the hermit reversed - this person is a very art minded individual who prefers their solitude. They like to escape into artistic worlds and find peace those as a whole; I think this person may have been abused by a parent growing up. Because of that past they have shut themselves off from most people and are still struggling to let others in.
Their work: the world sideways, 5 of wands - I think this person travels for a world sport. I don’t know why but I feel like it might be tennis. They’ve not hit any huge recognition for their work but they’ve met so many people and it’s opening new doors for them.
What they think of Jonathan: king of swords reversed - I think they think Jonathan would probably be like others who’ve hurt them in their life; it’s not because he is mind you they’re just a cautious individual who doesn’t let others in easily.
Will they ever meet: king of cups - I believe they will; in fact I think someone this person trusts will introduce them to Jonathan and their intentions are definitely because they think these two would be a perfect pair. Whoever this person is they believe in love and I think it’s an older man, maybe a step parent or a coach but they trust them more than anyone else in their life.
What would a relationship be like between these two: 7 of pentacles - it’s going to take a lot of patience and care to get this romance in a great direction but it will pay off in the end beautifully. They would be there for each other and I think Jonathan will be very protective of them.
Will they marry if they meet: Queen of swords reversed - I don’t know if they will marry. This person may fear their last coming out and people making Jonathan’s life and career miserable because of that. They may not even last long or be known to the public for his safety if this is the case. 🥺
The soulmate’s oracle card l: camera - they are learning from their past and trying to make the most out of what they can. I think they need to know that what happened wasn’t their fault and it doesn’t make them a bad person; they were hurt and they need to know they deserve to love and be loved.
The oracle cards for them and Jonathan: love, hammer, passion and grounding - they are definitely a great match but this person needs to know that Jonathan doesn’t care what the public will think and he will love them intensely. The would be a beautiful pair and it would take some work because they need to learn to love and trust but when they let him into their heart, the will have a love fill it up in a way they never imagined; he will love them for all their flaws and all their beautiful. His perfect diamond.
Their sun and rising sign is a Leo, their moon is in Aquarius
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shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when i saw your face | gentlebeard
read it here or read it on ao3 <3
i’m not kidding i got the idea, wrote my entire plan, wrote it, and posted this all in the span of like 12 hours. i got the idea and was basically foaming at the mouth until i wrote it
i’m posting this as a one-shot for now, but i feel like i has potential for more chapters so if you’re interested to see more please let me know!!!
ed is so fine he’s all i can think about akdkwkf
title is from “enchanted” by taylor swift x
2.5k words — meet-cute, angst, threats, masquerade ball
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Stede hadn’t been somewhere so exquisite in years.
The ship that himself and his crew were on was marvellous. From the crystal chandeliers down to the golden trim of the carpets, whoever had designed the ship knew their stuff. Stede could only hope that one day, The Revenge would be so delicately beautiful.
It was a couple of weeks ago that they had found the letter for the masquerade ball on one of the many vessels that they had raided — on that particular raid, Stede had come back with some lovely potted plants that he had displayed around his room. He had discussed the opportunity with the crew, and after Frenchie and Olu had discussed some pyramid scheme that they wanted to put to work, it was decided that the crew would go- well, some of the crew. Jim, Wee John, Roach, and Buttons had all opted to stay behind and keep watch of the ship, so Stede, confident that the ship was left in good hands, had opted to join his crew to the ball.
And although the types of people who would be there undoubtedly made bad company, he was actually excited.
He had dressed himself in a quite exquisite teal suit, paired with a beautiful mask that was tied around his head with white silk. The mask itself matched the clothes he wore, though had golden vines woven over the mask, a detail he loved to see. Although Stede always prided himself on his appearance — he had to build up an image for himself as The Gentleman Pirate after all — he felt particularly wonderful in his masquerade get-up.
He had helped the rest of the crew dress for the occasion, too. They had all lined up outside his quarters, and one by one he had given them an outfit that, in his proud opinion, made them all shine.
Lucius, who was stood beside him at the drinks table whilst the rest of the crew had disappeared to mingle in with the crowd, was dressed in a lovely burgundy, it really brought out his eyes. For once, the boy didn’t have his book in his hands — Stede had promised him a night away from his work, just to enjoy himself… as long as he noted down the key points from the night once they had gotten back to the ship.
“We all stick out like a sore thumb,” Lucius pointed to the Swede, whose suit was a little mismatched as Stede didn’t have trousers for him that fit that matched the shirt he was wearing. “Are you sure they won’t realise we weren’t actually invited, Captain?”
Stede waved his hand as a dismissal, sipped from his glass of wine. “All these people care about, Lucius, is one-upping each other in the who’s more posh game. As long as you don’t offend their fragile pride, they won’t notice a thing.”
It was almost overwhelming, the amount of people there that Stede had promised to never end up like. He could imagine they all had considerable wealth; mansions and ships and jewels beyond his own property, and all they cared about was showing it off. He didn’t intend to strike a conversation with any of them, he was content spending time with his crew-
“I’m gonna go find Pete, Cap.” Lucius pat him on the shoulder before he disappeared, weaving into the crowd.
Well, he was happy to spend time by himself, too.
He finished his drink — the wine just had that taste of expensiveness — poured himself another, and with the wine-glass in hand, he started wandering around the giant hall in the centre of the ship.
As he passed the partygoers, he admired each of their attires; everybody was dressed up in masks, even the butlers who had been pacing the room serving delicacies. That, in turn, meant he didn’t recognise anybody that he might’ve known there — any men from his past, from that damn school — and, more importantly, nobody recognised *him*.
It was exciting, being hidden in plain sight whilst he was making his name as The Gentleman Pirate. Stede figured that nobody on the ship would take well to hosting to pirates. The masks certainly made the visit more exhilarating.
He wandered the outskirts of the hall for some time, just observing whilst he sipped his wine, and after some time had past and he had finished his drink, he began to realise that he hadn’t actually seen any of his crew in quite some time. Stede paused his walk, by one of the many doors out to the deck of the ship, and turned to face the masses of people there. His gaze flickered between them all, tried to find a familiar face within the crowd, but fell short. Where had all of his crew disappeared to?
He was jolted out of his search by somebody who had bumped into his back, and flinched, immediately turning to see who had walked into him.
“Oh fuck- sorry, mate,” the stranger gestured to the patio doors behind him. “Didn’t see you when I came in.”
“Oh no, that’s quite alright, I was a little in the way.” Stede let out a slight laugh, waved the stranger and his apology off.
The man who had bumped into him was, he had to say, one of the best dressed in the room. His suit consisted of a deep purple fabric, which had been woven with gold thread. The same purple matched the man’s mask, trimmed with lace and tied back with a fine velvet. The stranger’s hair, which he could see was quite long, had been pulled back and out of his eyes, spare two loose strands which framed his face, and the full beard which he had no way of getting rid of, Stede supposed.
There was no denying that this man was gorgeous.
But there was just something about him, something Stede couldn’t quite place, that left him at an odd place out. Something in him was telling him that this man didn’t belong here, either.
“I have to say, your suit looks marvellous,” Stede commented before the stranger could walk off to where he had originally been directed, because he really did. “I hope you don’t mind me saying so.”
The man himself clearly didn’t mind — in fact, Stede watched as the corners of his mouth lifted into a slightly bashful smile, like he hadn’t been expecting any compliments. “Oh- no, thanks mate. It’s pretty neat, huh?” He stretched his arms, flapping a bit to show off the loose lace of his sleeves by his wrists. It was just a little too long, like it wasn’t his. “Got it off of a ship I was on a couple days ago.”
“Oh, a merchant vessel?” Stede asked, curious. “You’ll have to point me in their direction, all of my suits come from land.”
The stranger hesitated, blinked a few times, before he nodded. “Right, yeah,” he cleared his throat. “A merchant…”
“Well I’ll keep an eye out,” Stede nodded, before he smiled, and extended a hand to the stranger. “I’m Stede, Stede Bonnet.”
The man took his hand with a strong grip and shook; Stede noticed, upon looking down at their joined hands, that a tattoo of a spider was inked into the back of his hand. Which, he definitely thought was odd. Most people there, he would assume, would’ve been under the impression that tattoos were sinful. “Ed, nice to meet you.”
Ed certainly wasn’t supposed to be here.
Stede hoped that it wasn’t obvious that he shouldn’t have been there, either.
“So what do you do, Ed?” Stede asked once their hands had parted; his curiosity had taken a hold, now, and he couldn’t help himself. If the story was interesting enough it would certainly be great for Lucius to write down.
“Oh, just, y’know,” Ed waved his hands a little. “Fancy shit, just like everyone else here,” he shrugged, but Stede was still looking at him, so he tacked on. “I’m a… I’m an accountant.”
“An accountant?” Stede raised his eyebrows. “Finicky business, that.”
“Oh yes yes, very… uh, tough,” Ed nodded. “What about you, Stede Bonnet? What do you do?”
Stede paused. He hadn’t thought of his lie yet, it was quite fun. “I’m a… well, I’m a trader of goods, I suppose you could say. I came here with my crew…” at the mention of his crew he remembered that he had been looking for them, and glanced back to the crowd again, scanning. Still nothing. “Who have appeared to disappear,” Stede sighed, looked back to Ed. “I’m sorry, will you excuse me? I’ll just check to see if they’re outside,” he gestured to the door, before hesitating. “Would you… I mean, when I’m back, would you like a drink?” Stede gestured back over towards the drinks table, flushed pink, and he hoped Ed couldn’t see it underneath his mask. “They have some fine wine here.”
Ed smiled, nodded. “That’d be great. I’ll be here.”
“Amazing, yes, great,” Stede nodded, smiled, felt a glow in his chest. “I’ll be back in a tic.”
He gave a final smile to Ed before he left through the patio doors, and upon his deep inhale of the cool sea air, he realised how hot he felt. God, when was the last time he’d flustered himself up like that?
He cleared his throat and tried to focus on finding the crew. His heels on his shoes clicked against the wooden boards as he walked up and down the deck, scanning the faces of the people there — none of which were his crew. Stede knew that nothing bad could have possibly happened to them, the worst that they would experience on the vessel was a terrible conversation. But part of him just felt… uneasy. Like there was something wrong, something he wasn’t seeing.
He huffed out a breath as he came to rest against the railing of the ship by the doors he had just exited from. Stede stared out at the open ocean for a moment, admired the pink swirls in the sky from the sunset, before he reached up to take off his mask. The cool air felt amazing on his face, and for a moment he just took some breaths of the air, tried to calm his uneasiness.
Everything was fine. He’d go inside, share a drink with Ed, his crew would show up, and all would be good.
Stede had been so distracted by just breathing that he hadn’t heard the patio door open behind him, but he was quick to register the presence against his back, the breath he felt against his neck. His eyes widened, swallowed, and was about to ask who was stood there, but was beat to it by,
“The Gentleman Pirate?”
The breath from the words hit the back of his neck, and it took too long for his brain to catch up with his ears, because- that was Ed’s voice.
Ed didn’t know about his piracy. He didn’t know who Stede was. He had just met the guy.
“Wha- Ed?” Stede asked. “How do you-”
So much happened at once that it took a moment for him to process it all.
Ed’s hand had pressed against his lower back, harder and harder until he was pinned against the railing in front of him. The surprise made him drop his mask, and he heard the porcelain shatter against the wooden flooring beneath them. But the loss of his mask was the last thing on his mind when he felt the sharpness of a blade pressed to his throat, cold and dangerous
Oh god.
“What- what are you doing I-”
“Shh shh shh,” Ed’s breath was still hitting his ear, and it made Stede shudder beneath him. “Calm down, mate, I don’t want to have to hurt you,” his voice was so smooth as he spoke, it made Stede’s head spin. What was happening? “Took a while for us to track you down, y’know. I was asking myself, what’s so special about a pirate like you? But you aren’t just like any pirate, are you Stede?” Ed clicked his tongue, pressed his hand firmer. “No, fancy fucker like you shouldn’t even be a pirate… and here you are.”
Ed’s hand gripped his hip, then, and the knife was momentarily pulled from his throat, allowing Ed to spin Stede around to face him. Whilst his hand never left his hip — which Ed gripped tightly, fingers digging into his hip bone, pushing to keep him pressed to the railing — the knife returned to his throat.
Facing him, Stede was able to see that Ed, too, had rid his mask. And he hated to admit it of the guy who had him at knife point, but he was even more gorgeous without the mask.
“I don’t- I don’t understand- Ed-”
Ed leaned in closer, until his breath spread out over Stede’s face, until all Stede could smell was the rum that he had obviously been drinking. “Since I know your alias, Gentleman Pirate,” Ed fucking smiled, gripped his hip tighter. “Think it’s only fair you know mine, huh?”
There was a pause, so Stede forced himself to nod, shakily, too afraid to say the wrong thing to speak.
“Name’s Blackbeard.”
Stede’s eyes widened, felt his face pale, his breath rushed in such a deep inhale he thought his lungs might fucking explode, his heart was thumping so quickly he could feel it. “Bla- Blackbeard?” He choked, “Oh god don’t kill me, don’t- you- you can have anything you’d like, my ship is just over-”
Stede didn’t register that his hand had left his bruising grip on his hip until it had clamped over Stede’s mouth, effectively silencing him.
“Already said I didn’t want to hurt you, didn’t I?” Ed- Blackbeard smiled at him. “And anyways, as oh so kind as it was for you to offer, I already know where your ship is,” he nodded over in the distance. “Look over there.”
Despite the instruction, Blackbeard curled his fingers into Stede’s jaw until he had no choice but to turn his head to the side, saw The Revenge in the distance where it had been anchored. But when he looked closer, he saw a dingy on its way towards the ship.
“My men, the kind fuckers that they are, have escorted all of your crew back to the ship. Why don’t we join them?”
Stede, unable to say anything, just stared at Ed with wide eyes.
“Been wanting to talk to you for a while, why don’t we do it back on your ship?” Blackbeard suggested, as much as it could be considered a suggestion with his hand clamped over his mouth and his blade pressed to his throat. “I’d love to see the place,” he paused, and leaned in until the loose strands of his hair tickled Stede’s face, “and me and you need to have a little chat, hm?” He grinned. “You still owe me a drink.”
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nice. | i definitely know what casual means (part 1); jung hoseok
total word count: 9.5k-ish
warnings: none but hobi is kind of a menace so brace yourselves
note 1: this is the firsssstttt chapter i'm so excited omgggg 💖💖💖 i hope whoever reads it like it! ngl i'm A Litlle nervous since it's my first one that's not 1 chapter long but also very VERY excited akjskjkjjks
note 2: if by any chance anyone feels like commenting on it or leaving questions PLEASE DO i would love to know your thoughts. enjoy it!
note 3: yes, picture jitb listening party hobi in this one 💖
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"i disagree."
"yah, of course you do!" your friend daisy complains, following with a fake surprise at your words, "i'm shocked. please, care to explain."
you stare at her incredulously. not because your friend of 6 years is annoyed at you. that was just like any other noisy, alcohol-filled friday between you two. what makes you shoot your eyebrows up is what she wants you to explain. right in front of your other friends and their acquaintances.
you silently ask her to stop with your warning eyes, but just like always, daisy doesn't really seem to get the memo. so you opt for vague, quick answer.
"i don't think casual relationships suck. i just think men suck at it."
there. you gave it a try. there's your answer. she's gonna shut up now-
"elaborate."
"daisy."
"what? it's an interesting take, don't get all quiet now."
you sigh.
here goes nothing.
"i just think men don't really get the concept of casual right and that's what kills it."
she blinks once, and twice, seemingly deep in thought, "...huh."
"and i think they see it as a form of being detached from any sort of commitment or empathy to the other person. they think only a serious relationship requires that, because they're dense and they're dumb and they don't see it as a two-sided situation. they don't think about the other side, and when the woman gets annoyed because, well, she's not really enjoying it or getting what she wants, and goes up to them, they get all 'woah you're getting way too attached that's not what this is'... they don't think they need to treat the woman right, because to them, caring about the woman's experience is a favor, and not something they want to do so, and that's why when the woman pulls out, they go to their buddies that are just as stupid as them and brag about the bitch who got attached and how women are too sensitive. they just don't get it. because they're stupid and superficial and they don't really like women."
silence. definite and instant silence.
you regret opening your mouth.
just as your mind told you before you left your apartment, you should've stayed at home, where your biased mouth wouldn't go on and on about past regrets and frustrations-
"damn, who bad laid you?" daisy's new girlfriend, sunmi, asks with a chuckle, and when the rest of you join, everything seems easier again, and your shoulders release from the tense grip your anxiety quickly held at you.
damn, that one was close.
except for one person, who seems to ponder as their eyes study your face, eyes squinting and lips slightly curving as your answer reach their ears,
"doesn't really matter, 'cause i definitely know what casual means", sarcasm dripping bitterly from your words.
the subjects changes, and that one person keeps staring at you every now and then, and you question whether he's judging, studying or straight up staring at you.
you don't know what has gotten into daisy's friend, hoseok, today. but he's definitely quieter than usual. waves and waves of high-pitched laughter long stored in the back of your mind, making space for a sudden quietness and a curious gaze.
you wonder if he has any objection for your words - which would, honestly, be a disappointment.
hoseok, from what you've seen, reads an interesting and easy going person, with a laughter so captivating that's capable of making others laugh until their stomach hurts without even knowing if there was ever a joke to start.
not that fun people don't have shitty opinions, but you oh so hope hoseok is not the case.
why, though? who knows.
probably him, by this point, because now you're staring back for what feels like a good minute.
god, you really lost your social skills.
"bathroom", you say to the table before getting up. it doesn't really phase anyone - is what you think is the case.
that is until you finish washing your hands, quickly shaking your head with a few "just fucking chill" leaving your mouth in whispers. as you turn around the corner that separates the rest of the bar from the bathroom, your eyes meet hoseok's, closer than you've ever been to one another.
you're two feet away from him, and you're sure the hot air touching your chin is coming from his slightly open heart-shaped mouth.
"hi", he sighs. was that tension in his tone?
"hey", that was definitely tension in yours, you note. you clear your throat, "is everything okay?"
"yeah, sure" he responds, "just... i'm sorry if that had anything to do with any experience of yours. felt like it did."
"oh." is the only thing that leaves your mouth, contrasting to the reasons for it. why is he saying sorry? why does he think he has anything to do with it? why is he so damn close? why do i find his words... nice?
say something, dammit.
"s'okay. it did, to be honest, but i already had my mind made up about it way before. s'fine."
he just nods at you, and your nice-filled thoughts return to tensioned ones when you realize he's waiting for more. what the hell?
"...i'm not talking about it."
"oh-oh right, right, of course! i'm sorry, i didn't wanna be invasive, sorry-"
"it's fine! don't worry, i definitely talked a lot about it on the table and-"
"no but even so what do i have to do with this- not that i wouldn't hear about it-"
at this point, you're barely letting each other finish your lame excuses for your lame anxieties, and it just turned into a mumbling and rambling festival, until both of you are curling your lips upwards like two dumbasses.
there you go. this too, feels nice.
nice...
yeah, that's definitely it.
you both chuckle, and when you look at the ground and lightly balance on your feet, you catch hoseok wrinkling his nose with a smile.
...nice?
yeah, that's a nice smile.
"well... i don't mean to chime in, especially after that. but..." you return your gaze up and he's still looking at your face, "i agree with you."
...huh.
"okay...?" you respond looking to your side, and nice turns into weirdness.
it was never typical of you to blindly trust men and their lightweight words. but after that one special occasion that you're pretty sure everybody back on the table is already speculating on or searching for instagram profiles back and forth, every hint of lies, manipulation or even interest coming from them annoys you to your guts.
your hurt, grudged and healing guts.
and you think he notices.
"i'm not trying to have my way with you."
oh.
oh?
"i didn't think you were" oh, but you did.
because they always do. and this is not in any way, shape or form, you bragging over attention from men. in reality, you've been despising it since everything happened merely a year ago.
they come, and they go, and all that stays is lies and hurt.
and yes, you did.
"yes, you did." his face turned serious just like it was back at the table.
you scoff, because now he's just being full of himself, "well, i'm sorry to pop your bubble but i definitely did not."
"popping my bubble?" he repeats your words with a smug scoff. god, is he enjoying this debauchery? "oh, honey, you're not popping anything."
your eyes couldn't get more narrowed at that, because now you feel like taking back every nice words you had about him. where did nice go? definitely far, far away. "oh but i'm this close to popping your nose open with my fist."
he sighs and softens his face. and as he looks both sides as if he's trying and seeing if any recognisable face is close to whatever this... thing is, you can't help but notice his perfectly curved nose. damn, it would be a shame to pop a bridge like that.
"sorry. that was not my point." he shakes his head slightly, "i'm sorry you went through that. we don't really know each other that well yet, so i didn't know about it, but it seemed... tough. you seemed kinda taken aback out there, which i don't blame you..."
you grin at his words. "she can be a menace."
"she can", he agrees, "but it's not out of malice. she's just..."
"...dense."
"yeah."
you both nod and grin at each other. he also knows her for years now and has definitely felt in his skin what daisy and her curiosity can do at the wrong place and the wrong time.
which is nice. hoseok seems to get where you and your shot up eyebrows back at the table came from.
which is probably why your shoulders relax, your arms hold each other on your back and you fidget back and forth on your feet now.
nice.
"anyways", hoseok says on a higher tone, "we should head back."
"we should", you agree. "but didn't you want to go to the bathroom?"
"me? no. i just came for you."
oh.
"right..."
"'cause i wanted to have my way with you."
"hoseok."
"i'm just fucking with you." his smirk comes back to his face and you accelerate every thought that goes through your mind about that, externalizing it with a loud scoff at his words that seemed way louder than a legit scoff should sound. you don't know if he notices it, but you do know his stupid smirk feels hot where it lands on your face.
so, with the dumbest come back you could grab from your lame collection, you retort.
"you wish!" you say to his back, as he's already making his way back to the gathering.
but then he turns around one more time, and as his teeth slowly lose their grip on his lower lip, he plain and simply retorts with amusement plastered on his lips and a seemingly darker tone on his eyes,
"and what if i do."
and your words fucking disappear from your throat. just like he disappears around the corner.
if only the sudden heat that rose up to your cheeks did the same.
and at this exact moment, you realize jung hoseok annoys the living shit out of you.
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Thanks so much for bringing up these valid concerns & details. I absolutely agree with your misgivings here. Wow, what a mess Mozilla made of this. Total fumble. And there's a LOT to be suspicious about, like whether or not that data isn't skimmed on the way (despite the supposition it's done locally) or still able to be de-anonymized.
But if Mozilla's proposal IS legit, it would potentially be VERY helpful for everyone's privacy rights in the long run, especially the majority who don't use ad-blockers. But crucially, the only way for this prototype model to work would be for enough people to be using it, to see if advertisers can finally realize that anonymous general data is sufficiently sustainable, so they no longer have to feel like they HAVE to data-snatch.
And so, Mozilla was kinda caught between a rock & a hard place here, when it comes to opt-in vs opt-out approaches. They broke user trust by not being more open about this, & making it opt-out (thus making the whole thing look fishy, especially since it's all about privacy & ads, combined with working on this with Meta of all companies)... But if they made it opt-in, the vast majority of users would just give it a glance, say "Nope", & leave it off.
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Sure, most of us don't want to support advertisers to begin with... but sadly, unless you wanna pay subscriptions to websites & services, ads are how they stay afloat (which in turn can help businesses make sales, including small ethical ones, as well as fundraisers for those in need). If advertising is no longer profitable, we CAN lose the web.
I wonder if it could be reaching a point where the increased need for ad-blocking is starting to actually put a dent in ad profits, enough that maybe that's what's motivating Meta to work on this (SUPPOSING it's not to skim the data for themselves before anonymizing it, of course). If people are less afraid of their privacy being violated, then they may not block ads so much (though of course their invasiveness & overabundance, as well as propensity to carry malware, are other huge issues too)... thus, this would be a compromise to move toward a (slightly) more ethical & sustainable ad standard.
The constant arms-race between advertisers & ad-blocker folks no doubt eats up LOTS of resources & time on both sides. If ad data systems could meet in the middle, that would free up so much lifetime otherwise being wasted on this struggle. At least to some degree. The START of maybe something even better eventually.
It's a social responsibility kind of thing, for those doing this potentially paving the way for future improvement of online privacy. (But MY GOSH did Mozilla flub it by not making that clear & presenting it as such! You can't just volunteer people like that, gah!)
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In the end, I'm very mixed on it. Great points are being made by both sides (I've been reading through the Reddit thread (& its many long sub-threads) you linked to, which is full of great discussions & various perspectives... But sheesh, yeah, whoever they've got in there remains clueless about addressing the legitimate concerns, which does NOT HELP). There's good arguments for & against this system, as well as whether it may be trustworthy or not.
Like I said, Mozilla's options concerning our, well, options, weren't great. Making it opt-in would likely have doomed the experiment from the start. But making it opt-out, ESPECIALLY with such difficulties in doing so for mobile... is likely doing the same thing, & losing them much of their already dwindling audience.
They couldn't win either way. Though they sure could've lost less.
But yeah... everyone can make their own decision, but we gotta be informed of the good, bad, & ugly so that decision is truly our own.
that article going around abt firefox's new ad program is annoying bc it's phrased as though "mozilla has finally TURNED on its people and is SELLING YOU OUT for cold hard cash!!" when. that's not what's happening. it is specifically being implemented to discourage tracking behavior, and literally all the data they are giving to advertisers is aggregate and anonymized, which is like, the opposite of what that post wants you to worry about, lol
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seven days to say i love you
summary. you and jeno can't get enough of spending time together even when you are practically glued to each other's side at any given opportunity. but spending seven days a week for eternity with your favourite person doesn't sound like a bad idea, right?
pairing. college boyfriend! jeno x fem! reader
genre. hockey player! au, college! au, established relationship! au, friends to lovers! au, fluff
word count. 5,108
warnings/tags. none, this is 423% fluff <3 (but please let me know if i did miss out anything!)
a/n. (repost because there was an error... 😔) but hi!! i'm so sorry for the inactivity, i was so busy and couldn't put out my fics like i wanted to. but i'm back with a small something (my first non-jaehyun fic,,) i wrote this a while back and changed like 3/4 of it, and i hope it'll be a fun read!! i also came back to 2.8k notes on jaehyun bolton fic (is that what we're calling it now? yes.) i don’t reply to every comment/reblog/tag because by the time i see them it’s already so late, but i promise i read through and appreciate every single one of them,, thank you a million times!!!!!! i am working on more stuff now that i'm a little more free... so, as jaehyun likes to say, to be continued... :) hope everyone is well!
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01 MONDAY.
The beginning of the week never failed to come to you in a dreadful manner, as if to make sure that you felt the full force of what most people like to call the Monday blues. Whoever was in charge of making sure that you would experience it, they certainly did not miss you out today as well.
Not that you enjoyed seeing other people suffer, but if there’s one thing that you’re grateful for, it’s the knowledge that you’re probably not the only one who feels this way. Though, the blaring sound of your alarm ringing at seven in the morning is too eerily similar to having someone have a personal vendetta against you, serving as a very unfriendly reminder that it is also the start of the school week. Perhaps, your disdain for Mondays could be attributed to this… but there’s always an exception, right?
Despite your reluctance to attend your morning lecture, you were somehow seated in the lecture theatre by nine, giving you more than enough time to lay out your laptop and the reading materials that you needed for the lesson before it started.
Your boyfriend, on the other hand, is quite the opposite. Often only going to sleep when the sun is about to rise, Lee Jeno has an unhealthy habit of pulling all-nighters, which causes him to miss his alarm because he’d be so deep in his sleep that he would only be able to hear it after the seventh alarm has gone off, which by then, was most likely the time that he needed to leave his house if he wanted to reach on time. The worst part of this is that he was up all night for the sole reason of wanting to break his record in his mobile games; and he plays so many that even you find it difficult to keep up too. Even when you nagged at him and said that you would complain to his mum, Jeno often dismissed your words as empty threats, still not breaking his bad habit. Reading his text message to you about how he was going to be late again, you could only let out a helpless sigh as you left his message on read.
Jeno announces his appearance by quietly opening the backdoor of the lecture theatre thirty minutes later. He makes his way over to his seat next to you, genuinely appreciating how even though sitting in front is better for your eyesight, you still opted to sit around the last few rows so that it’s easier for him to join the lecture when he comes in late without causing a loud disruption to your peers.
“Good morning, pretty,” Jeno bends down to whisper in your ear. Removing his crossbody bag, he leaves it in the empty space between you two. Once he settles down, Jeno slides a Venti-sized Hazelnut Latte from Starbucks over to your side of the desk. The rest of the lecture goes by quickly with you and Jeno making silly commentaries about anything and everything.
“Why did you still get me coffee?” you ask Jeno after the lecture had ended, a deep frown etched on your face. “You were already running late, Jeno. You really didn’t have to.” Being late was one thing, and making an additional stop at the café is another, especially because you knew that it was definitely not on the way.
“Just because,” Jeno replies with a loving smile. The kind of smile where his eyes would curve into beautiful crescents, his pupils almost disappearing because of how wide he is smiling at you. The kind of smile that you’d never get tired of seeing, so much so that you wordlessly lean in to give him a quick peck on the lips to say thank you.
Perhaps you like Mondays. Mondays with Jeno where you learnt that words left unspoken speak much more volume in expressing one’s heart.
02 TUESDAY.
It’s Tuesday, which means that you and Jeno have some spare time to meet up and study at the café near campus before his hockey practice starts. Study dates with Jeno are admittedly not as productive as you expect them to be, mainly because you often distract each other from getting any actual work done. Because of this, the both of you become public nuisances of some sort, so you had no choice but to study at a café instead of the quiet library. Imagine getting kicked out of the library… that would be an embarrassing sight.
“Jeno, how do you work out the answer to question five? I wasn’t paying attention when Prof taught this...” You look over at Jeno with a sheepish smile, earning a chuckle from him. He isn’t even surprised by your question, guessing that you probably spaced out or dozed off during the lesson.
Without saying a word, Jeno tucks a pencil behind his ear and grabs a piece of rough paper before getting up and shifting to the empty seat next to you, leaving you confused. As if he could read your mind, Jeno speaks again before you could question him. “So that it’ll be easier to explain it to you," he mumbles.
Ironically, the close proximity between the two of you only makes it harder for you to focus, but easier for you to admire his handsome features. Puckered lips, furrowed eyebrows and his gold rimmed glasses slipping down slightly to rest on his nose bridge–Jeno couldn’t look any cuter in this moment as you watch him diligently scribble on the piece of paper. He is seemingly deep in thought about how he should explain this concept to you. Watching how focused Jeno was, you took the chance to lean in, giving him a peck on the cheek before retreating back quickly, chin resting on your palm as your gaze lingers on him, slyly pretending that nothing happened.
“You broke my train of thought!” he grunted. Jeno puts his pencil down and turns to you with an annoyed expression on his face, but swiftly looks back down on the scribbled paper upon making eye contact with you.
It only dawns on him now that you were staring at him the entire time.
“Don’t do that, you’re distracting me.” His voice is quiet, eyes basically glued to that piece of paper.
“Sorry, I can’t help it. You’re so handsome and cute.” You pause, seeing a bashful smile appear on his face. “Did you know that a guy is the most attractive when he’s focused?”
“Do you still want my help or not?” Jeno asks with a grimace in his voice.
“Yes, yes, I do. I’m sorry,” you apologise with a small smile. It was difficult to resist the urge of calling him cute again, but you decide not to tease him any further for the sake of his sanity.
“Good. Now pay attention, I need to leave for training soon and if you still don’t get it by then... that’s on you.”
Jeno lied. Even after long hours of training, he still went on FaceTime that night to thoroughly explain the concepts that you were unfamiliar with, not minding that he was practically fighting for his life trying not to fall asleep on you.
That Tuesday night, you went to sleep with the widest grin on your face. Heart carrying so much love for your boyfriend who coincidentally asked you out for the first time ever on a Tuesday too.
03 WEDNESDAY.
Wednesday's child is full of woe. If there was a sentence that could explain how you feel about this particular day, this would be it. Mid-week crisis should be an actual thing if it wasn’t already one. Not only did Wednesday feel like the longest day of the week, you’d also feel extremely restless, wishing nothing more than for the weekends to come quickly.
Back-to-back seminars for six hours with only a short forty-five minute break in between had to be the most unappealing thing known to mankind, and you’d most certainly file a complaint if it was possible. Then again, this is perhaps part of the university experience.
However, this still isn’t the most devastating part. What truly makes this a tragedy for you is that Jeno isn't there to accompany you through it all due to conflicting timetables. He also had training again, this time outside of school, which meant that he’d only be free after that.
You’re so used to being around Jeno all the time that you can’t seem to spend even the littlest amount of time away from him even though you pretty much see him almost every day of the week. Talk about being clingy.
The feeling’s mutual for Jeno though. Just like you, he seems to hate the idea of not being by your side too, evident from the numerous messages he sends throughout the day despite knowing that your replies would take longer than usual to come in.
You’re not complaining. Because in one way or another, you feel like that’s his way of being by your side, albeit not physically. It is his text messages of checking up on you and ensuring that you didn’t skip your meals that make this unbearable day a little more bearable. Most of all, you look forward to being on FaceTime with him at night, having him all to yourself after such a long day.
Jeno usually ends training at seven-thirty in the evening, but sometimes it could overrun till eight. Thereafter, he still has to travel home for an hour or so, get dinner and wash up. He hides this from you, but very often he attempts to rush home because he doesn’t want you to stay up too late waiting for him, and because he wants to talk after an entire day of not seeing you.
Jeno makes sure to call before eleven, always starting the conversation by telling you how much he misses you, as if he didn’t already tell you that through text. He goes on to ramble about his day, how he saw the time match the digits of your birthdate and it made him think of you, not forgetting to also ask you how did your day go. Not long after, you’d notice his breaths becoming louder, his speech slightly slurred, and that’s when you know that he’s going to fall asleep soon. Even so, you don’t say anything, simply watching him slowly fall into a deep slumber.
“Good night Jeno,” you whisper softly, careful not to wake him up and taking one last look at how peaceful he looks before ending the call.
04 THURSDAY.
Due to how busy the both of you were, you are grateful for the small gap that Jeno has between classes and practices, just so that you’d still be able to see his face. Once it's about time for him to leave, you get ready to say goodbye to Jeno with a warm hug , when he suddenly stops you by placing his hand over yours.
“Do you want to watch me train?” he asks. “You can say no. But I just thought we could get dinner after so we can spend a little more time together,” Jeno adds, his thumb rubbing small circles against your knuckle. An air of expectancy fills the small booth that the both of you occupy in the reading room as he awaits your answer.
“I’d love to, Jen.” Flipping his hand over so that you could intertwine your fingers together, you jokingly rush Jeno to pack up his things, telling him how excited you are to finally sit in and watch him train for the first time ever. You’ve only ever heard funny anecdotes of his teammates from him every once in a while, and you’re beyond elated to finally meet the people who bring so much joy into his life.
On the way to the hockey rink, you ask Jeno more about the sport and various positions. You weren’t a sports person but thought that it’d be a good time to know more about it, especially because of Jeno’s immense passion towards hockey.
“So what position do you play?” you glance over at him with curious eyes.
“Centre,” he says, a sense of pride in his voice. Before you could ask him what that position entails, Jeno beats you to it with a rather cheeky explanation. “You just need to know that it’s called centre because I’m supposed to be the centre of your attention.”
True to his words, Jeno remains as the centre of your attention for the entire duration. You’d never admit this to him, but he becomes even more charming than he already is when he’s on the rink. Especially during the friendly match that his team had with a neighbouring school towards the end of practice, his entire demeanour changed so much that you’d think that you were watching an entirely different person.
The way Jeno plays is extremely captivating to watch. You’re not sure how he does it, but you can see him mentally strategizing his next move as the clock ticks. Even down to the last minute of the match, Jeno had not let his guard down, the fire in his eyes so prominent that anyone could see that he was determined to end this with a bang.
Skating across the rink, Jeno moves at the speed of light, making it hard for his opponents to catch him. He is the ace of the team after all, so it wouldn’t be that easy to mess with him. His eyes follow the puck, set on scoring yet another goal despite their favourable lead. The opponents are in full defence mode too, though it wouldn’t make much of a difference since there's too short of a duration left for them to catch up. Speedily, Jeno intercepts the puck from the opposing team, skating away at high speed, still vigilantly guarding the puck with his stick. With the help of his teammates who effectively block the opponent from getting to Jeno, he manages to catch both your eyes and heart in that moment, making you hold your breath in anticipation as he skilfully shoots the puck into the goal at the very last second.
In the matter of a few minutes, Jeno returns to his usual self, smiling widely and cheering loudly with his teammates to celebrate their victory. And of course, he turns to look at you, giving you a smile that holds some semblance of shyness. It’s fascinating to watch how different he is on and off the rink, but it also reminds you how in love you are with the many sides of him; those you have seen and those that you have yet to uncover.
As promised, Jeno takes you to the burger joint down the alley near your university afterwards. During dinner, he still reenacts the funny incidents that happened during training even though you were present when they occurred. Though, this sweet gesture admittedly warms your heart because it makes you feel even more included in his life, as though he is gradually inviting you to be a part of his world, just as you do the same when talking about your interests and hobbies with him.
Time seems to slow down whenever you’re with him but that’s okay because time is merely a social construct. What matters is that you get to spend time with Jeno, who is now walking you home. With his hand in yours, Jeno slows down his footsteps to match your pace. The atmosphere is filled with shared laughter, along with Sweet Nothing softly playing through Jeno’s airpods, both of you taking one side each. It would have been wired earphones, but a certain someone claims that it gets in the way… of what, he refuses to elaborate.
It is also a homely moment like this that makes the both of you wish that time could slow down even more as you basked in each other’s comforting presence, sharing the same sentiment of hoping that the walk to your house will last a little longer. Anything to prolong the time that you spend with each other, right?
05 FRIDAY.
Friday may be your favourite day of the week because it is when Jeno is finally free after three consecutive days of training. It is also movie night, where you and Jeno would take turns to go over to each other’s place every Friday evening.
It was a few weeks into freshman year, when the two of you made this pact after discovering that you were neighbours. How is it possible that you’ve never noticed Jeno before anyway?
Funny enough, it all began with you telling your mum that you made a new friend in college who goes by the name of Jeno. That name clearly rang a bell, prompting her to start narrating her grocery adventures with Jeno’s mother, excitedly telling you how close they were. In her words, “Jeno is a really sweet boy, I’ve been dying to introduce you to him but it slipped my mind so many times!” Gushing about the said boy, she hurried you to invite his family over for dinner, rushing into the kitchen herself to whip a meal up in no time.
The awkwardness of the dinner was enough to kill you from the inside, to say the least. Mothers being mothers, you had to admit that you were amazed at their ability to jump from topic to topic in the span of a few minutes. Together with Jeno’s and your father laughing, they also joined in the conversation from time to time. Meanwhile, you and Jeno sat in silence side by side, and spoke only when necessary.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but can we excuse ourselves? It’s my first time at your house and I was wondering if ____ could show me around.” Jeno asked, giving your mum a polite smile as he glanced sideways at you momentarily.
“Of course! The two of you should get to know each other better. Ah, young lo–”
You cleared your throat, preventing your mum from completing her sentence. “Friendship,” she corrected herself.
Believe it or not, you had no idea how dramatic of a person she was up until this moment, or maybe it’s because there was something about Jeno that reeled in her overflowing sense of, you’re guessing, motherly love? That would also explain why the old ladies at the school cafeteria were so nice to Jeno, constantly giving him extra servings. You didn’t know what to think of Jeno’s suggestion since you’ve only known him for a few weeks, and being alone with him couldn’t be any better after having such an awkward dinner. At that time, however, it seemed like it was the next best alternative that you had.
“Let’s go.” You stood up abruptly to disrupt the conversation so that the adults (specifically, your mum) would not have an opportunity to say anything else to make the atmosphere any weirder than it already was. Jeno trailed behind you like a lost puppy, quickly following you upstairs to your room.
“I’m so sorry, my mum doesn’t think before she speaks sometimes. I hope you don’t mind what she said.” You broke the silence, not knowing where this conversation was going exactly, suddenly regretting speaking at all. You took a quick look at Jeno, who was now leaning against the doorframe, standing quite a distance away from the edge of your bed where you were sitting.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a soft smile while shaking his head lightly.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” you asked, the smile on his face now replaced with a frown as he gave you a quizzical look.
“You’re still leaning against the door?” you asked again, even though it was meant to be more of a statement rather than a question.
Jeno bursted out laughing, “I thought I was making you uncomfortable!” He raised his hand to rub the nape of his neck. He moved away from the door to sit next to you, still leaving a small space between you two.
“Want to watch The Lion King?” you suggested, mindlessly browsing through Disney Plus.
“Are you kidding me?”
You creased your eyebrows in confusion. “No... why?”
“I love Lion King!” Jeno said a little too enthusiastically, his eyes widening at how there were so many movies in the world, yet you somehow suggested watching his favourite Disney movie.
With the awkward tension in the atmosphere finally gone, you and Jeno made yourselves comfortable on your bed. Unknowingly, the both of you scooted closer to each other’s side as the movie played. By the time the credits scene started to roll, the both of you were already fast asleep, your legs tangled with each other’s under the sheets.
And as most people would like to say, the rest is history.
However, Fridays weren’t just reserved for movie nights. Soon enough, Friday nights also turned into sleepover nights, which meant that other than your usual movie marathons, you and Jeno end up doing other things too.
Like now, the two of you just ended a karaoke singing session that you would most probably never have again. It was far too loud in the night for your neighbour’s liking, causing them to lodge a complaint, making you and Jeno permanently cross that out of your sleepover activities.
Jeno comes up with a better idea of setting up a cosy outdoor blanket fort in your backyard to lay on. The sense of tranquillity is like no other, you and Jeno having a heart-to-heart talk in hushed whispers with crickets chirping in the background.
In the end, you fall asleep first, feeling burnt out from the entire school week. Although Jeno knows that you’re already asleep, he still makes sure to pat your head lightly, pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Good night angel,” he breathes, wrapping his arms around your waist before drifting to sleep.
06 SATURDAY.
Saturdays are without a doubt, the most exciting for you. As a matter of fact, dating Jeno is a thrill in itself; but what makes Saturdays exceptional is Jeno taking you out on proper dates.
You and Jeno have been together for slightly over three years now, yet every date always feels like the first. The butterflies in your stomach? They never go away.
Initially, going on a date with Jeno seemed to be nerve-wracking to you because he’d always bring you somewhere new. Naturally, you thought it was the suspense of not knowing what he planned that made you feel this way.
Deep down, however, you knew that you simply felt this way because it was… Jeno.
“Why don’t I have anything to wear?” you shout in exasperation to no one in particular as you rummage through the closet to find a perfect outfit for your date. It feels like Jeno has already seen you in everything that you own, and you’re this close to going on Pinterest for outfit ideas.
That is, until you hear a text notification sound from your phone. It was a text message from Jeno informing you that he's coming over in five minutes. You give up searching, hastily picking out a white turtleneck, layering an autumn brown velvet overall over it.
“You look pretty today.” This is the first thing that Jeno says to you when you open the door, once again leaning against the door frame with a mellow smile on his face. You can feel the heat rushing to your cheeks because of his compliment.
And there it is again, the butterflies. Lee Jeno looking as flawless as he could be, a cosmic latte dress shirt tucked with a pair of black pants along with a brown leather jacket draped over his shoulders, coincidentally matching your outfit. To top it off, he’s wearing a beret today too, suddenly making him look cuter. It’s as if he travelled back in time, turning into your Victorian boyfriend.
“But... why are you dressed like this?” Jeno asks, rudely interrupting your staring session.
“Why? Is there something wrong with my outfit?” you were perplexed by his sudden question. Did he not like it? Should you change out of it? He said you looked pretty though. Besides, what else were you going to wear? You stare intently at Jeno, anxious about what he's going to say next. You hope it isn’t something bad.
“I thought I told you we were going cycling...” He stops mid-sentence, brows raised as he purposefully gives you a once-over again.
The tension in your shoulders disappears upon hearing his words. You roll your eyes at him, pushing his right shoulder lightly. “You’re going to ride a bicycle in a leather jacket?”
“Nevermind, please pretend I never said that.” Jeno makes a sulky expression upon realising that he did not plan out his joke well. But he is also quick to shoot you an endearing smile. “I love your outfit, baby.”
“You’re so lucky you’re cute, Lee Jeno.” And that I love you.
Thank goodness though, you were definitely not prepared to make another mess out of your wardrobe to search for another outfit when you’ve painstakingly organised it ten minutes ago.
In many ways, dates with Jeno always feel like the first. A simple thing, like the slight brush of your shoulders against each other as you’re walking down a random shopping street was sufficient to send your heart racing. Jeno’s hesitation to hold your hand in a crowded amusement park even though he really wants to, but he doesn’t know when is the right time to grab it–you can feel it, he fumbles with his fingers, reaches out every now and then, but pulls back immediately when his fingers accidentally meet yours.
And the memory of today that you can’t seem to forget. It’s spring, so Jeno thought that it’s a perfect time to bring you to a flower field located at the outskirts of the city. He’d once seen you looking at pictures of it on Instagram, making a mental note about it before he went home to do more research that night.
It wasn’t an uncommon thing for Jeno to take pictures of you, but when the both of you arrived, he didn’t stop at all, you swear he probably has a thousand pictures of you just from today.
However, what surprised you more was that when you asked Jeno to pose in front of the daisy fields, he happily did, even though there was still a hint of shyness within him since he wasn’t exactly comfortable with being photographed at times. He even went as far as to ask the other visitors to help take pictures of the both of you together, which was something you usually did. It wasn’t something extravagant, but it sure was endearing, and you’re positive that discovering a new side of Jeno made you giddy. So giddy that you never knew how it was possible for your heart to be swelling with so much love for another person.
Just like how daisies symbolise new beginnings, you hope that it's the same for you and Jeno’s story too. To not have endings, but only new beginnings.
07 SUNDAY.
Being certified homebodies, you and Jeno wholeheartedly enjoy staying in. It is also perhaps an excuse for the both of you to cuddle and nap together. You’d think that by the end of the week, you’ll be tired of seeing Jeno’s face for the seventh time. You joke that you are, but in reality, you could never bring yourself to grow tired of being together with your favourite person.
You usually go over to Jeno’s house in the afternoon, which is the ideal time to take a nap. Sometimes, you prayed that it would rain, so that you’ll have an excuse to steal one of his hoodies. Even so, he lets you take them as and when you want to. What is he supposed to do, say no? Of course not.
Napping wasn’t supposed to be your favourite hobby, but if it meant that you could enjoy the warmth and comfort of being in Jeno’s embrace, then clearly, any other hobby in the world couldn’t possibly compare to it. Like a baby, you snuggle close to rest your head on Jeno’s chest, putting your arms around his neck, taking in his soft cotton scent. The faint sound of his heartbeat and gentle breathing lulls you to sleep, it is very much like a lullaby on its own.
The best feeling in the world is to wake up the same way you fell asleep–still in Jeno’s arms. Not wanting to awake him, you slowly loosen your arms from his neck. Carefully, you brush his hair to the side, getting a clearer view of his face as you tenderly caress the mole below his eye, and then his cheek. He has pretty eyelashes, you’ve come to notice.
“Jeno,” you call out softly, in hopes of waking him up, but not wanting to be too loud at the same time. You wanted to let him continue sleeping, but the sky is already dark.
“Jeno, it’s time to wake up,” you try again. The clock on his side table reads half past six in the evening, indicating that it is almost dinnertime. His eyes were still shut, but he let out a groggy sound to let you know that he was awake, mumbling something shortly after. You didn’t quite catch it, but you think that he asked you to let him sleep for another five minutes. Typical Jeno.
“But it’s time for dinner,” you try to sit up, only causing Jeno to hug your waist tighter. You could barely move an inch with the way he was holding you.
“Just five minutes.” You let out a sigh, giving in to him.
“Jeno?”
He hums in response, which you take as a cue to ask your question. “Would you still love me if I were a worm?”
His eyelids finally flutter open, sleep still evident in his eyes. He appears to be in deep thought about your question before he answers. “Yeah. I’d still love you.”
“Hmm…” You narrow your eyes at him. “That took you a while to answer.”
“I just woke up,” he retorts.
“Fine.” You close your eyes and move closer to Jeno’s body, enjoying how he feels like your personal human pillow.
“Okay but what if there were other cuter worms? Like if I weren’t your ideal worm girlfriend, would you still date me?”
“Baby…”
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#the memory of you (chapter two)
—it all starts when you saw someone who looked like someone you know in a game, only to come to know that it was him all along
—(or) scaramouche gets transported to Earth and you have become a part of his story
CHARACTERS. self aware! Scaramouche; gn! gamer! Reader
THEMES. reversed isekai; self aware!scaramouche; fluff; crack; angst
WARNINGS. mentions of his real name; may have curses from reader and scara
WORD COUNT. 2k words
NOTES. actually, you may read this without reading chapter one but the two are connected! chapter three will be out either before the 29th or by august but either way, prepare tissues because it’s certainly gonna make u cry
The Memory of You; Beginning / Mean / End
“You are so bad at this.”
“What did you say?”
You laughed, repeating your words with a louder voice, “I said; you’re so bad at this!”
You were not even looking at him, but you could tell that he was getting irritated by the second, more so at his phone, his screen showing the graphics of the same game you had been playing these past few months—oh yes, good old Genshin Impact.
“Why is he even so weak? Is he really this useless?! What a joke!”
You peaked on his mobile screen and inquired “Who are you even talking about?” you paused, peeking your eyes to his game, “The traveler?”
“Yeah! The stupid—” he pauses, clearing his throat and hiding his face away, “Isn’t he supposed to be such a strong character? There’s no way the traveler could have defeated the enemies with this kind of level.”
You raised a brow, wondering where this animosity towards the MC came from when he just started playing the game.
Maybe he doesn’t like games in particular? Or just Genshin? Well, it’s not like you two had played other games so maybe you should let him try the others too.
“Well, you’ve got a point, the traveler is indeed kind of weak when it comes to the gameplay, compared to other 5-stars. Lore-wise, though, they made them really strong.”
“What a load of trash.”
“Yep, I agree.”
“Good-I mean, you do?” he now then faces you, head tilted to the side and brows furrowed.
“Mhm” you hummed as you nodded, pursing your lips as you leaned back on the couch and crossed your arms, “It’s so unfair that they made them so different from the lore. But every company does what every company does—they want to earn money. So of course, they’ll make the other characters more desirable than the free ones.”
He smirks then.
“Why? Why are you smirking?”
“Nothing.”
“That doesn’t look like it’s nothing.”
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“It had been a while since you’ve gone outside for that long. Whoever that man is, I’d like to see him and thank him for that.”
You laughed at your friend with a hand over your face, softly biting your lower lip, “Stop it. He’s not.”
“Didn’t know you’re a tsundere, Y/n.”
You were giggling when a knock resounded from your door, opting you to hurriedly stand from your bed and rush to answer—who was it? Surely there’s no one else who would—
“Oh, it’s you,” you were faced with Mouche, the very same person who you were talking about to the friend you are still on the phone with. Wait-
“Hey, hey, hey, who’s that? Is that him? Hand him the phone!”
“Yeah, nope, goodbye. Talk to you later.” You immediately hang up without even waiting for your friend to say a single word more before raising a brow at the man in front of you, ready to question him about what he was doing here when he interrogates you first.
“Who was that?”
“What?”
He crosses his arms over his chest as he repeats with a firmer tone, “I asked you who was that.”
“My friend…?”
“What do you mean your friend? You don’t have one. Is that a lover?”
“What do you mean I don’t have one? Of course, I have a friend! I have friends!”
You wanted to assume that he was merely teasing you but he genuinely looked like he meant the question with that serious look on his face—you don’t even know if you should feel judged or not.
“If you’re only going to judge me, you should tell me first why you’re here. At my house.”
His facade fades too suddenly, his shoulders easing up despite still keeping his arms crossed, facing you more and his eyes avoiding yours simultaneously. This is not the first time he had done such a thing that you so very well knew what he was thinking even without him answering.
You sigh in defeat before opening your door wide, “Alright. Let’s play today. I’ll forgive you if you order food for us.”
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“What? Are you seeing him again today? What is this, a date?”
You breathed out a sigh as soon as you leaned on the back of the bus, shrugging to yourself as you had your friend on the receiver, “I mean, I don’t know anymore. We’re just going out. As friends.”
“As friends.” You could hear your friend scoff, “As if. Y/n, what if you like him just because he looks like someone you like? From 2D all the more!”
You chewed on your lower lip as you close your eyes and heave out a sigh.
It was a question you found you couldn’t answer.
By the time you got off the bus, you immediately saw his figure, and as if he had such high senses, he meets your eyes.
He really does look like Scaramouche, you frown to yourself. One time, you actually told him about this, and he was rather… odd.
(“You know what? You look like this guy over here.” You brought your screen right next to Mouche, watching him blink at you confusedly before snatching your phone to see who it was.
“His name’s Scaramouche, he’s from the game as well. Weird, right? Your name’s Mouche too!” You giggled, but instead of hearing his usual scoffs or snides, he merely took a look at the screen and swatted it away from him–“Hey!” It was a good thing you caught it.
“Nothing like me. The real one obviously looks better.”
“Hey! How dare you say that to my favorite character like that!” you whined with a pout.
You brought the screen back beside him and he swats your hand away, you were about to tease him more when you saw how his cheeks and his ears were tainted with a red hue, eyes looking away and avoiding your gaze.)
“Wow, never envisioned you to be a gentleman,” you send him a look, to which he only glared at and scoffed as if he hadn’t just pulled a chair for you before he took a seat on his own.
“You got me wrong all along then,” he flashes you a smirk with his chin up and crossed arms. Ah, the nerve—
“Yes, such a perfect person you are,” you mocked, earning a raised eyebrow from him.
You kept to yourself as you pondered over your friend’s question earlier, (“What if you like him just because he looks like someone you like?”)
Because… what if you were?
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“You’re sighing once again, what is it?”
You couldn’t help but glance over at Mouche, his brows knitted and his lips pursed downwards, “Oh, nothing. Just… thinking.”
“Hm,” he looks away, seemingly uninterested but still adding on “You’re worrying for nothing, whatever that is.”
It was your time to raise a brow, “What do you think I’m worried about?”
He shrugs, “Just something useless.”
You hesitated before facing away from him, stopping in your tracks “But what if it’s about you?”
He follows your suit and stops walking as well, his gaze boring into you as if he was piercing your soul with them.
“What about me?”
“Ah, nevermind-”
He steps your way and leans forward, “What? What is it? Spit it out.”
“No, no, it’s nothing-”
“It’s not nothing if you couldn’t even remember what I was saying before I called you out for spacing out on me.”
“I-” you stagger, hesitating for a long while, looking him in the eye only to sigh heavily in defeat, “alright, alright, fine! You win!”
You looked around the area as he smirks on his own, placing his hand on his waist and leaning on his side, “Just spit it out. I’m quite curious what it is you’re worried about, for me, nonetheless.”
He is definitely teasing you, but you can’t really back out now that you’re pulling his arm to follow you down on a bench nearby,
“Ha, so you are worried about me.”
“Shut up.”
“But it’s true,” he smirks wider.
“Stop it-I just… I’m not worried about you,” you look away from his intense gaze, feeling the back of your neck heat up, “I’m worried because of you.”
“Hm?” he raises a brow, “go on.”
You chew on your lower lip, fidgeting with your fingers, only for you to feel your chin be raised with his fingers, letting you meet his eyes once again—the same eyes that you’ve always wondered if they were contacts or not but hey… they look pretty. Really, really pretty (you already forgot what you wanted to say at this point).
“Go on,” he says.
Ah, shit, you cursed in your mind, your face heating up—how are you so close to him? How is he making your heart beat like drums? How is he making you feel like this if you–
If you only like him just because he looks like someone you like in a stupid game.
Stupid heart.
Stupid you.
You like him already.
“I like you.”
Stupid.
You could hear your heart beating in your ear the whole time that you two were engulfed in silence, only for him to chuckle, showing off a rare smile you doubt you ever saw from him—he looked…
“Amusing,” he says, tilting his head to the side, “You’re very amusing, Y/n.”
You wanted to pull away but he still have a hold on your chin (and you kind of did not want to get out of it-).
“What? I… I like you as a friend! Yeah! T-That’s it!”
“Mhm, I hear you,” he pulls away and crosses his arms, looking at you with that smug look on his face.
You leaned back as well, trying to hide your face away from his gaze. You can’t even come up with a comeback at this point.
“U-uhm, I think I should go home-”
“Wait, what are you doing?”
You stop on your tracks before you could even stand, feeling his hand on your wrist.
One thing you noticed from him and never really expected were how soft his hands were, and how gentle he holds you with them.
Damn.
“You haven’t even heard what I want to say yet.” he stands as well, but this time, you could only silently watch and listen, because for some reason, your throat is all dried up and you couldn’t find either a voice or words to say anything. At all.
“Y/n,” he leans forward and before you could even brace yourself, he begins a conversation that you probably couldn’t remember anymore.
“Unfortunately, I like you too,” he smiles, but funny enough, it wasn’t as bright as the previous one earlier. But now, you can't see his face as he leans next to your ear, his voice low and his breath so warm you could barely feel anything else.
“But I don’t think we really should feel that way to each other.”
He leans away and just as you regained your breathing back, he takes a hold of your hand.
“W-wait wha-“
“I lied to you,” he cuts you off, his eyes on your interlaced fingers. You could feel his thumb massage your skin gently, soothing you down and also making your heart raise all the same.
“My name, I mean.” He meets your eyes, “My name… is Kunikuzushi, but there’s really no point saying this because… all your memories that has me here, you’ll forget all of them.”
“What-“
“You will forget me, and you will forget everything.”
“What’s your name aga-“
“You know me. You already know me.”
You grasped his hand tight and pulled him closer. “Did you just say your name is… Kunikuzushi?”
He flashes you a smirk—or tried to, anyway.
“You really are amusing.” He squeezes your hand and raises them, pressing a kiss on it. “It was nice hearing you say my name. It was nice… meeting you, Y/n.”
He lets go of your hand.
“Stay amusing, will you?”
And he disappears.
From your sight;
From your mind,
All the way from the start;
But not from your heart.
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—𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒
► SYNOPSIS:
Alice joins Zero on a dangerous undercover mission for which he has to put on his bad boy persona, once again. It made Alice aroused the first time. It does, again. This time whoever, she won't be keeping it her dirty secret.
▍zero x mc (alice)
▍rating: E
▍tags: Public Sex; Outdoor Sex; Undercover Missions; Crimes & Criminals; Quickies; Fake/Pretend Relationship (previously); now it's Established Relationship; veeeery slight objectification (which is just Alice discovering she likes the thought of being used - but Zero doesn't actually use her!!); (not so) Rough Sex; Sexual Roleplay; Zero pretends to be a bad boy; Swearing; petnames; Dirty Talk; Clothed Sex; Spanking; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Kissing; Creampie
▍wordcount: 1,557
▍part of SUMMER OF SMUT 3.0 which I had the honor of co-hosting alongside @voltage-vixen
▍DAY 5 - Quickies in the shade | A shaded affair
▍a/n: Yay, made it to the deadline! 😭 This fic is inspired by the event My Bodyguard is My Boyfriend, which ran from July 2nd to July 11th on ikerev EN. You don't have to know the event story beforehand! It was refreshing to see Zero in an event for once, so naturally I read it and some ideas began to form 😳 Underappreciated characters my beloveds ❤ Hope you enjoy!
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"What 'cha starting at? Fuck off."
The heat between Alice's legs grows uncomfortable as she tries to rub them together unnoticed.
Hearing Zero swear is making her wet.
Not her proudest moment.
The seriousness of the situation keeps her grounded as her mind rocks back and forth between lust and alert. He made it look like they're making out…
The stranger grunts something under his breath and walks away, intimidated by Zero's hostile demeanor.
Of course, this is not just some ordinary streetwalker.
Hidden in a shaded corner, Zero and Alice previously opted for waiting him to enter the building he's seen entering before - secret base of the gang, most likely. If he noticed them along the way, Zero had a plan in mind - as Alice already saw.
Their task is to go undercover, tail him, confirm his whereabouts, go back to headquarters and report to the red army. Simple as that.
In a sense, it's less dangerous than last time.
Last time when…
Alice recalls that day, clear like yesterday - she had wandered around the marketplace and ran into Zero, (almost) blowing his cover accidentally . He had a mission similar to this one, but back then he was supposed to confront the criminal by himself and act like a potential customer of his - interested in buying illegal weapons, that's it. Thanks to Alice getting roped into it, they had had to play fake lovers. She had found herself a part of a dangerous game.
One that fortunately saw them safe and sound at the end - and, also, saw them falling in love.
Zero's instinct to protect Alice has grown tenfold ever since then, understandable as that is, yet he agreed to her eager wish to help him out with another mission. Thus, where they are right now.
Alice's reasons of being here are, one, of course she'd want to help out her boyfriend - haven't her magic repelling abilities proved her worth in saving him should the need arise?
But, also, reason number two: she got so aroused for his bad boy side back then. Even if it was all a play. But Zero is unaware of this reason.
Seeing the sameZero from back then again feels like a dream come true. By god, he's a natural. She remembers well how he would pull her to his side, almost harshly so - almost bearing open possessiveness over her - as he demonstrated his love in front of their target that dared to get suspicious about them being lovers. It made her legs weak once.
It does, again.
As the criminal walks away, his steps echoing in the deserted narrow street, Alice's heartbeat grows louder in her ears. And with each step adding to the distance, she grows bolder. Taking a firmer hold of Zero's shirt, she lets him take notice of her trembling form - without realizing that Zero might misread her shakiness for fear.
"Are you afraid?"
She lets out a nervous chuckle, hiding her face in his chest.
"A little bit. I know there is nothing to fear with you here. I have my cool, dangerous boyfriend by my side..."
They... don't have to stand like that any longer, do they? Zero is not unwilling to keep the position thought, figuring it might make Alice feel safer. Her comment makes him chuckle as well, a tang of surprise playing on his features. What's with the compliments? It's hardly the time for flirting, but he needs to indulge her if it will erase the alert from her lovely features. He is not the type to tease, and it might be because of the persona that he put on, but it suddenly comes easier to him.
"That's right. Aren't you glad you're on my good side, princess?"
Alice's breath hitches at the petname. She is playing with fire at this point.
"And what…if I weren't?"
Zero's deep blue eyes widen. If he chooses not to believe his own ears, then he has the proof of Alice's lustful curiosity coming in another form. The hands previously resting on his chest move down lower, reach to his pants, and the thumbs hooking playfully into the beltloops. He recognizes the gesture. It far from just once or twice that Alice has done the same, right as their make-out session starts to get too heated and she has to show him just how much she wants to go further, a shy thing she is when it comes to asking directly. To show that she wants him.
She only pauses to pout a little, sad that he only throws the petname in the mix when he is like that. He might be too embarrassed to do so normally, but she promises herself to be honest with him and request to call her like that more often. Not just in his bad boy persona. The normally super sweet, kind, and loving Zero spoiling her and calling her a princess… ahh, she must stop before Zero gets concerned about her overly-flushed cheeks. The hot summer day is at fault for many things but certainly the heat of her body is not one of them. At least not entirely.
"If you weren't…"
Zero whispers, hands moving quickly. Like a professional spy executing an operation, he has already calculated his time and studied his surroundings for the planned attack. Their spying spot for the real mission is secure, and moving just a little to the side guarantees them full cover from the street - so he makes his move. He spins Alice in his arms so that her back is pressed against his chest, putting a hand over her mouth.
"Then you might see yourself facing my wrath. Unless that's what you want…?"
His tone is lower than normally, rough around the edges and evoking something in Alice that she finds hard to keep hidden.
"I…"
"What if anyone saw you back then? You were particularly grinding on me."
Zero smacks her ass, giving it a firm squeeze immediately after.
He should remember every place he touches roughly now. He imagines himself kissing them all better, later.
Alice whimpers, slightly pushing her ass out more, hands on the wall. Zero wastes no more time reaching underneath her skirt and yanking her panties lower and to the side, clearing his way towards her sopping wet pussy. God, he'd give her everything if she keeps moaning like that at barely being touched.
Zero follows the curve of her spine until reaching the pulsing hole that waits for him to plunge something inside already, and gives it his fingers. The two digits are buried just shallowly inside with the current inconvenient position of his wrist, so he twists it, palm pressing fully against her ass now, making her mewl at the feeling of his fingers moving like so while inside. He curls them some too, making her tremble and gasp, but he needs to make sure she is stretched out well for what follows.
Alice groans, mind spiraling at the contrast to his normal ways of pleasing her - no, this almost feels like it's done without the purpose of pleasing her, just getting her ready for his pleasure. Of course, she knows this is all just an act, but she is surprised at her own, ahem, positive reaction at the thought. And truly, just as she starts moaning in genuine pleasure coming from his swirling digits, Zero pulls them out of her.
Her whimpers are soothed as a kiss blooms on her heated neck.
"Shh…I will give you something better."
No, she was wrong, it's her pleasure all along. His cock eases its way inside of her, guided surprisingly carefully by Zero. He makes sure she is fully ready for his thrusts before he gets going.
Realizing just how wet and tight she is for him, he wants nothing more than to fuck her fast and hard. Even if he much prefers to take his time with her when making love, this new and thrilling feeling of being in a hurry is rather nice. Nice enough to cloud his better judgement about doing this while in the open… but it's for Alice. He can't leave her hot and bothered, no?
Not to mention that he's been hot and bothered around her too, through the day. Having her join him in a mission means extra time with her, extra time with her means he stole one to many kisses while no one was watching. And sometimes one too many kisses mean that they start to get not enough.
Yes, this relief of the tension is good for them both. Zero continues to hold his hand on Alice's mouth, preventing her from producing sweet sounds that would give them away. Soon her peak hits, and she slams her hips back against his. Sweet, irresistible Alice. Zero is unaware he says that out loud, just as he blows his load inside her.
They kiss for a long time afterward, with Alice now welcomed back into his arms and facing him. He pins her wrists against the wall, telling himself he's just riding on the waves of the afterpleasure, playing around, and nothing more. A quick glace to Alice's thighs, and he sees that his cum has leaked down one of them.
"Fuck. Headquarters. Now. Or you'll see an even worse side of me."
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Well, since a grand total of two people have expressed a need for nonsense here's a whistle stop tour of the kinds of things I start and then delete and we should all be grateful for it. Let this be a lesson to ye:
Silmarils must take the form of those throat lozenges with the gooey centre otherwise they could just be glorified grow lamps
A whole thing on Morgoth and Sauron, Sauron and Saruman and Saruman and Grima but I only half remember my point...
A whole thing about Saruman
Nearly this post
How unfair it is the I can't actually fuck Sauron or Maeglin or Caranthir or Thuringwethil or Haleth or you get the idea
But like, especially Sauron. Lads you have no idea how many Sauron thoughts I have. But like, none of them are building on anything. It's literally just “he's my special little guy 🥰” No substance. Delete
That one post where I make a joke about the theological implications of me and Sauron greeting each other in Irish. I think that one was too niche. Delete
On a vaguely related note, my suspicion at how people constantly bring up Tolkien being Catholic as an “of course he'd have terrible awful no good opinions”. Loads of you are literally Protestant. Stop
Why is it the second I post about Maeglin people in my notes suddenly feel the need to remind me how awful he is??? Did I ask you???
Actually, there are frequent deeply annoyed by unnecessary hand wringing posts that I just delete
So many posts about loving villains because they are entertaining and I think they should do more bad things 🥰 (No seriously, I hope they eat your sweet little fav's heart right out of their chest)
My deep desire to look Aragorn in the eye and somehow snap his sword in half. And then maybe punch him in the face? (he annoys me deeply XD)
My excitement everytime someone mentions my url in my notes. As in mentioning that it particularly matched or clashed with the topic of the post. It makes me giggle everytime
There's definitely been lots of puns and similar caliber jokes that I decide last minute not to inflict on ye. Can't think of any examples right now though
Autistic Mairon and Maeglin thoughts
My frequent desire to kick in the teeth of whoever greenlit the Harfoots' accent
Actually plenty of thoughts on the show and how I feel it really falls down, not only as an adaptation, but also just on regular story telling and appears to be trying to be a few too many things that don't mesh. But I'm opting for pretending it doesn't exist and am happier in fandom for it
Every so often I remember Ha 🤢 Hal 🤢 Halbr 🤢 That Guy exists and want to make my complaints other people's problems. Obviously never posted because I'm here to have fun and not be a downer
I've definitely deleted more than one post because I second guess if I'm using a meme format right XD
Similarly, I frequently delete attempts at analysis/meta because there are so many people here who know so much more than me and I always second guess my understanding of what I've read (or my memory of it)
Dagor Dagorath Thoughts TM
Random reminders that I love Orcs 🥰
My surprise and curiosity that several people who seem very picky about their Sauron interpretations/Silm interpretations or fanon in general follow me. How was I not one of the people you block on sight?
Ye should probably count yerselves lucky that I delete most posts I start writing before I ever post them. There's a lot less of my nonsense to put up with
#hmmmm 🤔#i think that covers it#lots of these never get posted because i'd rather not go down the road of this blog being full of complaints#only love and light here in the barad-dur office 😇
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