#I usually give up on projects like this and never finish them I can't believe I've made it this far

[loregoddess]

TWO YEARS

TWO YEARS, ALMOST THREE, AND ONE HUNDRED FORTY-SIX PAGES AND A LITTLE OVER 90k WORDS

and I've finally, finally finished the detailed outline for my fancomic

[0oolookitsme]

No More Kisses

Type- One-Shoty Blurb!

Verse- Footballer!Harry x Art Director!Y/n

Word Count- 1k

Warnings- Just a few curse words here and there, and a slight hint of smut :)

A/n- Some fratrry! Hope you enjoy <3

The game's season was to begin in one month, and Harry hasn't never felt more prepared. He's ready to tackle teams and get this over with.

All of this practise has been draining him down and the fact that the college literally wouldn't give them any breaks meant that it was practise, classes, practise and finally sleep. Whether he drank water or ate his meals between the gaps didn't matter as long as he was on the top.

Even Y/n hadn't been having the time to breath, in the midst of all this mid semester chaos – let alone call and check up on him and show up during his evening practices so that they can go back to the frat house together.

He missed her, terribly.

They would talk, but only in the mornings and the nights. And even then they didn't get to have a proper conversation because they were just so tired all the time, or busy. Early mornings and late nights had always been their thing, but to not spend that extra time with each other was something new.

Hell even not spending their usual time together was new; strange.

Sitting together on the floor of one of their rooms -- usually Harry's considering Y/n's room floor was always covered in miscellaneous things, and these days even her bed was occupied by half-finished or just-started projects -- they would just swing their arms or legs over the other one and work on their laptops.

As Harry finally packs up to go back to the house, late again, he feels his phone begin to buzz in his pocket. It was Y/n he saw and immediately he was swiping his thumb across the screen to answer the call.

"Hello," he says without much exaggeration, but he knows that she knows he has a huge smile on his face as he looks at the ground, one hand on his hip as he waits for her to reply.

"Whatever happened to love or darling?"

Stifling a laugh, he swung his bag over his shoulders before giving her the greeting she wanted. "Hello my sweet, sweet darling," he greeted, weighing down on the pet name.

"Yeah fuck you too," she retorted, laughing on the other hand. "I just called to ask if I could use a very small, hear me out! – a very small space on your room's floor to lay down a project?" She sheepishly trailed off.

Y/n knew she didn't need to ask him that, but it was a topic Harry always teased her about, saying 'does being an Art Director of your club mean you can't even step in your own room, hm?' and she thought it was about time that he worried about it too.

"Y/n... No. You cannot take over my room now!"

"Pretty please, H! You know what? I'll let you take a candle of mine. How about that?" She offered, feeling smug like a winner.

Both of them knew that it was an instant offer to get Harry to do anything, just give him any one of Y/n's candles. Still he made a show of grumbling and finally muttered a 'fine'.

"Thank you! May God bless you my dear," She cackled before hanging up on him, leaving him shaking his head as he slipped his phone back in his pocket.

The drive back to the frat house was filled with Niall chattering Harry's ear off as if he hadn't been getting smacked in the face while goal-keeping this whole day.

Turning off the engine, Harry muttered something about Niall influencing Y/n under his breath when Niall jumped out of the car, made the same old-creepy-man joke and called him a 'dear'.

When Harry finally entered his room, he wasn't surprised to see Y/n sprawled on his floor but he was definitely shocked to see a candle lit on his desk.

"Can't believe you stuck to your words!" He said while deeply breathing in the scent of the candle -- it gave vanilla with a hint of the smell of soil after it had just rained, and Harry knew he was never letting her take that candle back.

"Well, I can be good sometimes," Y/n shrugged without looking up from the sheet she was working on.

"That really is a shocker coming from you, grump," Harry said, his voice getting closer to Y/n with each step he took and then his hands slipped under her armpits, pulling her up. "And, I like you bad," he stated, glancing at her lips.

Y/n supported herself by her legs despite whining at him to put her down. "First of all, you smell horrendous, second of all, what the hell was that for? And third of all, that was not hot." She ranted, a little serious but her look of suspicion made him laugh.

"Missed your mouthy ass," he mumbled before crashing his lips right onto hers, pushing her back while she shrieked, warning him not to step on that sheet.

Her hands slipped past his shoulders to fist the baby curls at the nape of his neck, playing and pulling at them gently. His hands, though, travelled all over her body. Her chest, breasts, abdomen, stomach, hips, thighs – to slipping right past where she was beginning to ache and squeezing her bum, caressing her back that had been hunched over papers all day long and finally one hand went to fist her hair, the other one slipping down and down until his fingers reached the bottom of her bum.

Wrapping her legs around his hips, Harry started to move towards the bathroom, his hold on her tightening by each minute and the moment she realized what Harry had done, water was already pouring on them and starting to soak their clothes.

"I literally hate you so much," she said as they both hurried to take off their clothes.

Chuckling, Harry asked, "no kissing tomorrow?"

"No kissing tomorrow," Y/n assured him, nodding her head and then laughing with him knowing that there was no way that rule would be put into practise.

[sassylegshayne]

marry me, idiot.

AH ITS HERE!!!! I will say, like I've been saying, I'm still in the really early stages of this fic. like this has been edited twice where as every chapter of sylcd is done three times over so. I really have no clue when the next chapter will be out as I haven't finished it yet; might be during sylcd's final chapters or it might be after. 3.2k words let me know what you guys think!! enjoy mwah xx

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"Okay, we have a slight issue." You heard the voice beside you clear as day despite the headphones that sat over your ears.

"Is the issue something you caused for us?" You turned to your best friend with a brow quirked.

"That's extremely rude but very true, yes." Spencer nodded as he took a sip from his cup, spinning his chair to face you. Spence and you had been close for a while, you joining the crew only a few months after Spence had, the two of you spending countless hours editing beside each other. The two of you grew close after a couple of longer projects. The two of you leaning on each other for advice and well needed breaks from time to time.

It has become a joke around the office about Spencer being your work husband; he had a knack for picking you up an drink on his way in, or grabbing lunch for the both of you, or Spencer's ability to pause anything he was working on at the snap of a finger for you. He was pretty much head over heels for you, and you were the only one blind enough to not see it. It's funny to think that you felt the same exact way, and everyone but Spencer could tell.

"So, remember when we started here and we became friends and we made that joke about when we turned thirty."

You stared blankly back at your best friend, the joke about marrying if you're both still single by thirty a distant memory in your mind by this point. It crossed your mind once recently. Last year, you spent your entire 'Dirty Thirty' party that the office threw for you clinging to Spencer.

You made a habit of keeping him alongside you for every big moment of your life since you'd met. You wanted to look back on these moments, that were destined to be great already, to include Spencer.

"Okay, so you do remember, that's great." Spencer clapped his hands together as he grinned at you.

"I saw a TikTok about the wedding gifts you get from inviting companies and rich people, even if you don't know them and I want in!" Spence argued, wiping his sweaty palms off on his pants as he worked his way towards the problem with this rambling explanation.

"I think it's unfair that just because two people are getting married they get to have all that stuff. With all my info had, I made some quick wedding invitations and sent some out, fully expecting PR packages to come back." He trailed off as

"Charles Spencer," You quietly chastised, wanting to not believe a word he was saying, but knowing deep down that Spencer was being truthful. "You are insane, I can't believe you did that!"

"T'm sorry, okay. Listen, Y/N, I thought it was gonna be a funny joke to give you a bunch of fake wedding gifts for our fake wedding on your real birthday! I didn't expect people to accept, but I know that is my fault for inviting some people that actually agreed."

"Charles," You started, using his legal name yet again. He wasn't usually worried about you using it, it wasn't some secret he was keeping it anything, but the tone in your voice told him that you weren't happy at all. "Who all accepted?"

"I'm sorry, I know I'm never gonna say that enough, but it was only a few people!" Spencer knew his voice was just getting higher and higher the more you two spoke, his anxiety spiking.

"Yes, okay, Rhett and Link accepted," A gasp left you as Spencer cringed, knowing his mistake. "Kathy Bates politely declined but sent an autographed headshot!" He removed the framed photo from his backpack before setting it beside your monitor.

He grinned worriedly, gesturing towards it as you let your forehead meet the desk, groaning.

"Besides the people that own the company we work for, who else said yes?" You asked through gritted teeth as Spencer looked to his phone, finding the note that held his list.

"Rapid fire, Tana Mongeau, Carrot Top, and Rob Schneider. It's not that many people, Y/N, we can just call it off." Spencer placed his hand on your back, rubbing softly as you groaned again, completely shocked by just how royally fucked this whole thing was gonna turn out to be no matter what you did.

"I'm so, so sorry, Y/N but. will you marry me?"

"emergency meeting at my desk in ten please need advice bc Spencer's an idiot"

"That's was very rude and I am plenty offended." Spencer quipped, setting his phone down on his desk after reading the group chat message you'd sent out. You shot him a glare, all argued out for the day after spending the last hour trying to convince Spence to let you tell your friends, hoping they'd help you figure out the story you'd make up in place of a wedding.

He finally caved, feeling terrible about the mess he had drug you into, allowing you to explore different ways out of this mess. In no time, Courtney, Damien and Shayne accompanied the two of you at your desks, various stolen chairs offering comfort to your friends.

"What did Spencer do now?" Damien asked, causing Spence to scoff and shake his head.

"I'm starting to get upset that everyone just assumes that I really fucked something up this bad." He defended himself as he leaned back in his chair, practically able to hear your eyes rolling.

"You did, though. You lied to people and now we're getting married." You stayed simply, eyes wide as you began to argue with your future better half yet again.

"You're already my work wife, we're pretty much married." You rolled your eyes once as Spencer countered you, reaching his hand towards your mug of coffee, being stopped as you lightly slapped at him.

"l'm sorry, I don't know if l'm missing something and everyone else is up to speed but, uh, when did y'all get together long enough to lead to getting married?" Shayne questioned, pulling your attention from Spencer as you took in the looks from those around you.

Damien's face held a mix of confusion and excitement, Courtney was rendered speechless and it seems like Shayne was using every last braincell he had to piece together this puzzle.

"Okay, phew, wow, that is what this meeting is about, honey." Spencer cooed as he grinned goofily at you, wrapping your left hand in his as he held your palm to his chest.

You tried your best to hid the smile that so desperately wanted to grace your lips, taking a deep breath as you closed your eyes, the feeling of a migraine quickly approaching.

You took your time explaining through the story, Spencer chiming in when needed but mostly stuck to nodding along as you spoke.

"Spencer," Damien pointed his index finger at the shorter man, both with brows raised at each other. "You're an idiot, my guy. Why did Rhett and Link seem like a good idea? Why did any of this seem like a good idea, but especially our bosses."

You sighed, resting your head in the palm of your hand as you awoke your monitor. You sat up as an email sat at the top of your inbox labeled important.

"Congratulations to Y/N and Spencer!"

You couldn't tell how long you spent staring at the desktop, the company wide email from the Mythical Management staring directly back. The noise of your friends chatter drown out as the words in the letter repeated over and over in your mind.

You had to go through with this, or you had to hide behind the arrangement and a shitty excuse of a prank. No other options popped into your head.

"Y/N? You okay?" A warm, familiar hand rested on your shoulder, giving you a gentle squeeze.

Spencer's eyes worriedly searched your face as his brow furrowed at your slumped frame. His gaze followed you, his heart sinking as he Scanned over the email.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N..." He trailed off, running a hand through his hair as he leaned back once more.

The other three moved, all looking over your shoulders to read the message. Gasps and murmurs broke out between them as they say back down.

Your small group sat in silence for a moment. You thought you'd have more time to find a solution, a couple of days at least, but now you couldn't leave this room without some semblance of a plan.

"Let's get married." You still sat with a blank stare at the computer, your mind running a million miles a minute. You slowy explained your thoughts as thoroughly as you could.

Spencer and you were known as each other work spouses, even fans making memes about it. The two of you have talked about the agreement in the podcast, on an episode of Board AF, and in an upcoming reddit video with Shayne.

The fans always reacted well when the two of you were together, engaging with the content. There's countless edits of the two of you, even with the small amounts of videos you've been in together.

You can blame it on the arrangement you'd made, pull lan and a few of the other higher ups aside, presenting the idea.

Spencer and you would get married; you could make the content last up until next April, as planning a fake wedding would take some time anyways. That would mean an announcement video, probably a celebratory video with others in cast, even the process of picking out different parts of the wedding for Pit videos if they really wanted to milk it. Maybe even a TNTL gauntlet with your bridesmaids and groomsmen.

The one thing you wanted to thank Spencer for was the convenience of sharing one braincell. You could release the wedding video, the big finale in which the joke is revealed to the audience, playing it up as a fake relationship until April 1st. Spencer had thought it was funny to put the wedding date on the invitations as April Fool's Day, but it worked perfectly.

You took a deep breath, nodding your head as your eyes darted around your friends, anxious for their thoughts.

Spencer quickly wrapped his arms around your shoulders, kissing your forehead before he grinned at you.

"You are a fucking genius, lan's gonna love this idea. We can say we were prepping for the video, getting our invitation letters together accidentally sent it out. We can use whatever stuff we get as presents for the bogus invites for another video, too." Spencer added, looking to his friends as he chewed on his lip.

"I hate how quickly the two of you worked this out. We weren't needed." Shayne laughed softly, shrugging his shoulders.

"So it's not a stupid plan?" You asked, quickly distracted as the office door opens, lan's head peaking inside.

You lock eyes, offering him an awkward smile. He entered, coughing softly as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Hey, uhm, can I talk to you guys in a little bit? Probably like twenty minutes, in the conference room." lan spoke, a tight lipped smile on his face as he looked between you and the man seated beside you.

You felt a pit in your stomach growing rapidly as you swallowed, nodding your head. This was horrific, it felt like you had disappointed your dad but he wouldn't admit it yet.

And the conferernce room? There was no doubt in your mind that if this wasn't happening in lan's office then it would be bigger than you expected. Lisa would have to be there, maybe Daniel, if they were that concerned; Rachel would probably be forced into it, no matter how much she wouldn't want to be involved. n nodded before promptly exiting, barely acknowledging the cast members.

You groaned loudly as the door shut, Spencer copying you.

"This sucks and I hate you." You shoved at his shoulder, huffing.

He rubbed his arm, pouting a bit.

"It does and I hate me too." He chuckled as a smile appeared on your soft lips.

Spencer felt like the boundaries between the two of you were figured out very early on, never set prematurely, always discovered naturally. Kissing your cheek was okay, forehead was okay, drunkenly kissing your neck was okay sometimes. Hand holding was very normal and platonic and something you two did constantly. Cuddling and spending the night together was normal, but you two wouldn't sleep in the same bed.

He knew that, so far, this system had worked If that didn't happen soon, things might get nuddy, feelings getting involved. Spencer knew his feelings on you, he had since about two years into your friendship.

For six years now, he's known just how much he cares about you with every fiber of his being. He knows he really would do anything for you, anything to be with you. He respected every boundary you set.

Spencer had a thing for constantly taking advantage of the things he could have. You were always greeted with some sort of kiss, never once on the lips. Your fingers laced well with his, especially when you were on his left side. He constantly sat close beside you, tossing an arm around your shoulders, resting a hand on your knee, giving your thigh a gentle joy in excitement.

Spencer yearned for you for so long that he'd learned to accept it. He didn't want to cut you out of his life to get over his feelings, he cared too much about you, so his only option was to accept his feelings and keep close to you. You two were best friends, where one was, the other wasn't far behind. You loved him, so fucking much you loved him. He knew this, but he also knew that you didn't love him in the way he wanted you to.

Your group is quick to disband, giving the two of you some space before your meeting. Spencer let the two of you sit in silence before he decided to pack his bag for the day, despite it barely even starting. He could feel your eyes on him, his back to you.

"Packing because figure they're gonna send us home today, no matter what they decide. Give them time to think it all over." You smiled, enjoying just how well he knew you. His words settled in, prompting you to follow suit.

As you zipped your bag shut, it hit you that in just a few minutes before you were supposed to face the consequences of your best friends well intended actions. It was a toss up over which of you was more nervous, the both of you with pounding hearts.

"I love you, dude." You mumbled as you wrapped your arms around Spencer's waist, sighing softly.

"I love you, too, dude." He chuckled, rubbing your back as he kissed your forehead.

"C'mon, champ, let's go knock 'em dead." Spencer winked as he held the door open for you. You took a deep breath before leaving you little editing room bubble.

The room was much, much more packed than either of you had expected it to be. The people you expected to be there were indeed, but alongside them sat Kiana, Selina, and Lizzy.

Spencer thanked his lucky stars when neither Rhett nor Link joined the lot of you. He found himself sitting back a bit, allowing you to take the reigns of explaining your bullshit reasoning for the situation you'd found yourselves in.

Three hours, three scarily long hours later and you finally stood from your chair, your feet tingling and your head pounding. Spencer and you said your polite goodbyes to everyone before heading back toward your office.

"I think that was fine." You stated, arms crossed as you stare down the hall ahead.

He chuckled, nudging his shoulder into yours.

"That went really well, you heard Daniel. It's gotta go through if he liked it that much. It's gonna work out."

You nodded your head, a smile tugging on your lips as you both grabbed your bags.

"Wanna hangout or, uh, give me a ride home? Shayne drove me this morning." Spencer smiled heepishly as he followed you into the parking lot.

"If I'm your fiancee now, I think you should tell me if there's something going on between the two of you." You poked as you both got into your car.

You scooted your chair away from your desktop as you rubbed your eyes, now realizing just how long you'd been sat starting at your screen playing Minecraft with Spencer.

You smiled softly, feeling a tug at your heart at the sight before you. He sat slumped into your couch, eyes focused and brow furrowed as you cat napped on top of the cushion behind him.

Craig and Spencer had a love hate relationship, both of them usually eager for your attention at the same time, causing them to butt heads. Your cat and your best friend were both horribly stubborn.

But then there'd be moments like this, or when Craig curls up with Spencer on your couch, or when he follows Spence through your own house, even if you're still right where your kitty left you.

You stretch, taking off your headphones as you rise and stretch, catching Spence glancing over at you, smiling softly.

"Oh shit, you're still here?" You questioned as you walked past the couch, heading into your kitchen, yawning softly. You check your watch, catching it at just past five in the afternoon.

Spencer chuckled, watching as his eyes followed your every move as you danced around your small kitchen, seemingly opening every cabinet to find what you needed.

"Check your email, Charmander." You mindlessly called out to him, the nickname leaving him to roll his eyes as he dug into his pocket.

"You are the absolute worst with nicknames, need you to know that. Just call me Charles at this point." He laughed as you flipped him off as you turn, spoon in your mouth.

You join him on your couch with two peanut butter and banana sandwiches on one plate, sitting it on the space between you. Spencer nods a thanks to you as he grabbed his, taping your sandwiches together as a toast.

He loads into his email, refreshing it as you take your first bite. His wide eyes cause you a bit of stress, making you sit up straight.

"Good or bad?"

"Uh, good, I think. My schedule got changed." Spencer quickly switched over to his calendar, it had to be good; they don't just switch the schedule halfway through the month.

His eyes scanned over the new or changed parts, reading the first one he saw.

'Engagement Shoot' scheduled for tomorrow at 10AM.

"We did it, Joe." Spencer turns to you with a grin, quickly pulling you into a tight hug. You groaned and rolled your eyes, before quickly squealing as you wrapped your arms around him, bouncing in your seat.

They got what they wanted, right?

[mayajadewrites]

Almost: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Modern AU Levi Ackerman x Reader fanfic I've been dying to write! Levi is my latest hyper fixation so this was bound to happen. There will be other AOT characters in the mix, but remember this is a modern AU!

Chapter 4 - Tequila

Chapter Summary: Levi has to tend to some work things, which leads you to turn to your second favorite drink to coffee: tequila.

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☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕ LEVI ☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

Fucking Erwin. He never bothers me, but when my dick is hard and I'm making out with a beautiful woman, he decided to call.

"What." I say through my teeth, turning towards the wall.

"Why are you so grumpy?" Erwin asked with a slight giggle.

"It's Saturday, my day off, and you're calling me."

"You never care if you have to take work calls on weekends. Unless -"

"If you finish that sentence I will punch you right into next week."

"Jesus, Levi." I could tell Erwin was shaking his head on the other side of the phone. "We need you to come to the office. One of the stakeholders has dropped out of the latest project and the team is in shambles."

I sucked my teeth, leaning my head back. "I'll be there soon."

The last thing I wanted to do was leave you because 1. I enjoy spending my time with you. 2. My dick is hard as fuck and now I'm gonna have to jerk off later tonight to relieve myself.

When I turn around, you're already up and grabbing my coat for me. Your eyes have a slight sheen to them, almost like you're about to cry.

"I had fun." Your smile is kind, which makes leaving that much harder.

"I'm sorry." I grab my coat from your hands, a sigh leaving my lips.

"We'll talk soon."

☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕ BRATTY BARISTA ☕︎⋆˙⟡♡☕

"We'll talk soon." Levi kissed your forehead, leaving your apartment.

What the fuck does that mean? Levi is so elusive, you think you know what he's thinking when in reality you have no idea. You couldn't believe he just... left. You knew it was work related, but still.

But what the hell do you know about being a CEO.

You slid your phone out of your back pocket and typed in Nina's name.

You: Let's go out tonight.

Nina: You've never asked for a girls night out... what's up?

You: Can't I be spontaneous?

Nina: Nope.

You: Well I wanna go out tonight. Are you in or no?

Nina: Duh. I'll be at your place at 8.

Did you want to go out because you wanted to be 'spontaneous' or did you want to go out to get your mind off Levi?

The latter. Obviously.

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Staring at yourself in the full length mirror, you glide your hands over your curves that Levi was touching before. You swear you could still feel his firey touch.

You turned your body to the side, nodding in approval of how your ass looked in your dress. Your heels twist as you take one last look in the mirror before hearing knocking at your door.

Your dress is a black, high neck, ripped dress with a slit to show off your thigh. You paired it with black strappy heels and small gold hoops. Your makeup is different from the usual - still glowy but more dramatic and your hair was in loose waves.

Truth be told, you didn’t want to let yourself fall to fast for Levi. You had 2 dates with him - that didn’t mean he was yours. Not that you even knew what you were, the dating climate is so fucked up that it seems like everyone just wants to hook up but never have a mental and emotional connection.

You’ve hooked up with plenty of guys before, but they’ve never made you cum. How sad is that? With the amount of dicks that have been inside you, not one actually pleasured you.

“Knock knock!” Nina interrupted your thoughts. “Can you let me in?”

The sound of your heels against the hardwood floor echoed. “Sorry!” You open the door with a smile. Nina greets you with a hug and a bottle of tequila.

“I brought your favorite so we can pregame! The club won’t be actually fun until like 11.”

“Give me that.” You swipe the bottle, unscrewing the cap and pouring a shot in your mouth.

“Damn, bad date?”

“Not bad, but he left when we were getting hot and heavy.”

“Um what?” Nina’s eyes were in disbelief.

“Yeah. Let’s not talk about it.” Your mind wanders to your phone. You put it on do not disturb and haven’t checked it since you asked Nina if she wanted to go out.

Nina could talk for hours. She told you about her latest flings, some work gossip, and how she thinks she’s now lactose intolerant.

4 shots later, you and Nina were buzzed. Nina called the Uber, and you both were off.

The club was about a 15 minute drive away. It’s a newer club that everyone was at every weekend.

You felt your phone buzz in your purse, but did nothing. The Uber pulled up to the club around 10:30. You could faintly hear the music from the building, bodies flooding into the doors.

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“Tequila pineapple, please.” You ask the bartender, handing him a $10.

“There’s so many cute guys here!” Nina wiggled her hips to the music, sipping her drink.

Nina is right, there are a lot of cute guys here.

None of them come close to Levi Ackerman.

But that man is not yours.

Bzzzzzz.

You ignore your phone again, swaying to the beat. You feel a body crash into yours, slightly spilling your drink.

“I am so sorry.” A taller man said, grabbing napkins from the bar behind him. “I should look where I’m going.”

The man had light brown hair that matched his eyes. His body towered over yours as he handed you napkins. “My name is Jean.”

You tell Jean your name, shaking his hand softly. “It’s okay, no big deal.” You sipped your drink, feeling your anxiety fade away. “You owe me another drink though.”

“Honestly, I wanted to get you one anyways. You look gorgeous.”

A blush graced your cheeks as you walked to the bar, ordering another tequila pineapple.

Bzzzz.

Bzzzz.

Bzzzz.

Nina found you and brought 3 new friends: Eren, Armin, and Mikasa. Eren had longish hair with green eyes, Armin sported blonde locks with stunning blue eyes, and Mikasa was one of the most gorgeous women you’ve ever seen. Dark and sharp features. You might also be scared of her.

“You found Jean!” Eren laughed, punching his shoulder lightly. “We’ve been looking for you!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jean placed his hand on your waist swaying slowly to the beat of the music.

Bzzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzzz.

“Ugh, one second.” You pulled away from Jean, taking your phone out of your purse.

Levi: 10 unread texts

Levi: 11 missed calls

As you were putting your phone in your purse, a call popped up.

Levi is calling…📞

“Hello?” You covered one of your ears, trying to hear him over the music.

“Where the fuck are you?” Levi’s tone was filled with anger. “I’ve been calling you for hours.”

“I’m out. Is that okay?” The sarcasm jumped from your tongue.

“Where.”

“Where what?”

“Where are you?”

“Ummmm. The club is called Vibe. I’m not sure where though.”

“Why haven’t you been -“

“Gotta go!” You pressed the big red button, throwing your phone in your purse.

Jean dances with you for a few more songs, asking about your life as much as he could since it’s so loud in the club.

Then you feel a familiar hand on your waist, forcefully pulling you into him.

[goodluckclove]

(about the what keeps you from writing post) personally the thing that i struggle with when it comes to writing is just focus. i can't focus on writing for shit, and even if i really like an idea, it feels like it just never gets down on paper, you know

So, uh, I'm going into this under the assumption that you don't have something akin to ADHD. I have something in that vein, I think, but I don't know the extent of it and therefore do not feel qualified to give advice on how to manage it. Especially for a beginning writer, because if I'm on that spectrum it's definitely more hyper fixation than executive dysfunction at this point.

I have a colleague who comes to me a lot when she's struggling to focus on actually putting words to proverbial paper. What I usually say is something along the lines of If I were to tell you to write me a hundred words of your story right now, how would you react? What would you think?

If focus is not symptomatic when it comes to art, it usually has a meaning.

Maybe the idea is interesting, but you don't know where to start. If this is the case, good knows - you can just start literally anywhere. Preferably the angle that sounds the most interesting to you. Imagine you're eight years old and you have the whole afternoon to play in the park with your favorite toys, what would be the first thing you'd act out with them?

It might not be the right start for the finished project, but it's a start. Throwing words at the wall is a valid strategy for a lot of people, and it's better than doing nothing at all.

Or maybe it's different. Maybe you've been working on an existing idea and you've suddenly lost focus on it. Why keep writing, when you can instead scroll the Google Image search results that come up when you search "sweaters for rats"?

I've found when that happens, a quality answer is often to purposefully break your own rules. It's kind of an old NaNoWriMo trick that I'm frankly surprised I don't see more new writers using. I think there's a new culture in the scene where you need to start off with the exact methodology and craft of an established author, which baffles me endlessly. Not only is it patently untrue, but by doing this you're denying every new writer's God-given right to be a crazy fucking gremlin.

Stuck in your story? Kill a character. Make two other characters kiss. Add a fucking dream sequence. Oh but people won't like it buddy will you? Will it make you laugh or smile, or generally just be interested in your own story? Because that's what matters. That's what's going to give you a finished project. You can make it normal later if you want, but if you choose not to you'd also be making some crazy artistic gumbo and I will definitely be coming back for seconds.

The key is that it has to be something that you genuinely think is cool and funny and exciting and neat. Because you like it, not because you think other people will or because you think it makes you look better or more profound. If you use any weird trick or plot point in absolute, unironic earnestness, I genuinely believe the worst thing you'd end up with is a finished first draft that needs some restructuring.

Which doesn't sound too bad to me!

[camillathe6th]

Fanfic Writer Questions

@askweisswolf tagged me, thank youuuuu for thinking of me ♡

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Huh, 12 apparently? A lot of them are shorts and gifts, though.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

66,495???? When did THAT happen (I have never opened the statistics tab before can you tell)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly and forever Fallen Hero my beloved, but I have one (1) foray into Baldur's Gate 3.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hmmm, my "main" fics really: 1. Splinters (Fallen Hero, Una and Ortega's relationship's turning points) 2. Dialogue Box (Fallen Hero, people having conversations) 3. Hopefully, No Biting (I can't believe this is in the top three JKLHGLKHGLH. Probably the oral sex helped.) 4. Hauntings (Fallen Hero, little mindfucks and experimental chapters) 5. The Heist, a three-part gift about Hollow Ground and @kittlesandbugs Sidestep, Riley. This one was a passion project, very happy to find it (surprisingly) in the top 5.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Usually, yes, if I can't reply directly to the commenter on another platform! If people are lovely enough to take the time to write, you know... Right back at them.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

No endings to my fics, really, but the angstiest as a rule is Hauntings.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

No endings to my fics, really, but I think my happiest / sweetest / peacefullest might be one of my recent ones--Shipname: Burnt to the Ground (it's sex, but not sad babygirl sex, you get me?)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No.......... But if you want to go and hate on Hollow Ground when they appear in my fic please be my guest lads I'm right there with you.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not sure my sex scenes count as smut considering I'm firmly rooted in the suggestive rather than explicit territory. I write metaphors for fucking, more like.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not really! I'm such a one-trick pony man, all my money's on Los Diablos.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Hmmm.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not! I do like to fuck around with language and I have translated part of my fics once or twice and then back again just to throw a punch into the English and its pacing though. And I used to translate fics out loud for my friends who couldn't read English when I was, like, a teen.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Started to, didn't finish, but the idea's there somewhere—co-writing with @astarien is the heights of existence obviously.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

... Chargestep. I guess. I guess they're alright. Whatever.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

If I want to finish a work I do—but there's nothing I'm gunning to end yet, except for shorts, which I finish in one-go.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hm, I don't really know... I enjoy dialogue, action scenes, and fucking up pace, musicality, analogy, words and format so that language says more than it usually does, or shows more than it usually does—goes further than it wants to go if you don't give it a shake—and makes you FEEL. That's what's in my brain when I write.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fucking... plot. Logical pathways. Lore. I do not have a brain.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Love it! I gesture at it but keep it in English when I don't know the language (too scared of fucking it up, and not enough control over tone / nuances / connotations), but if I do know the language then absolutely.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

In my little notebooks when I was 8? A French Child Fantasy book I loved. But the only fandom I've written seriously for is FHR.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

My darling, though not my easiest, is Splinters. The hard-hitting writing moments are compiled there, I usually break out of a chapter a little brain-weird and all rabbit-hearted, it's always a blast to get to work on it.

Annnnd I'll tag @astarien, @kittlesandbugs, @ejunkiet, @impossible-rat-babies, @rab-bitly, @witchfall, @silvery-bluish, @ladyshivs, and anyone who feels like it!

[twicesserafim]

Long Distance.

Third Person Pov:

A long distance relationship. You grew up in europe but moved to canada, for your studies. It wasn't really studies, but you finished your police training about 2 years ago? Since you need to be a police officer for 2-3 year before you can become a swat member.

But thinking once you can get that position, you might move to korea, considering that first, you're dating tzuyu. Second, dahyuns your cousin and it'll be nice to have some family when having a fresh start, since that's something you've been looking for as well.

You love canada, but it feels a little odd. Yes, you were raised in europe mostly, but you were born and lived in canada for the first 6 years of your life. Although you felt a bit lost in both places, europe and canada, and although you've made friends.

For some weird reason, you feel the happiest in korea, with dahyun, tzuyu and the rest of the members. They see you as one of them and once's even call you the unofficial 10th member, which resulted of twicetagram and jypetwice_japan to both follow you on instagram.

You honestly liked making content as well, so you used all social media platforms and sometimes posted on youtube, just making some extra pocket money to spend.

Either way, you're planning to go to korea during winter, just for a month while waiting for the results, you were in. The swat team, you had the benefit of being able to join one in any country, So you would be fine to move to korea.

Although, it's only a matter of days until you go over to there, just for a month, a vacation. You'll probably stay in canada for at least 6 months after that, before moving to korea, if you do that is. But there's a slight problem.

You and tzuyu argued, you can't seem to get a grasp of what's going on, you just know she's mad at you and projecting onto your but refusing to properly communicate.

"if you just communicate directly to me instead of beating around the bush? if you want to hit me, do it when i'm in korea, tzuyu." "are you really that overly dramatic?" "what the hell? it's a genuine question."

"i don't know what's going on between us, but i really need a lot of time to just think so just, leave me alone." You left it as that, you both didn't want to be the one texting first, you didn't want to give in, but for different reasons.

You're a mess right now. Tzuyu's acting normal to everyone just even quieter then usual. But it's been a day and pit of guilt has formed in her stomach, it's eating her up as she keeps on thinking about the words you two exchanged.

She knew she had to talk to someone. Someone that can help her. One of the members, She hates how she feels so upset over something to small, she hates how she made you feel, although she doesn't know exactly how you felt, she knows it must've hurt.

And that. That's what broke her silence. She remembered the promise. Tzuyus promise to you. "no matter how bad things get, i'll never hurt you, baby. i love you, okay? believe me, darling. I promise you, i'll never hurt you."

The word replayed in both of your heads. Tzuyu felt like her chest was tightening, her heart was beating faster, the heat in the room was rising, the emotions overwhelming, the guilt eating her alive, it was that moment, she realized how badly she has messed up.

And how hard it was going to be to make it up to you, she was starting to wonder if you'd ever forgive her, she was praying that you would because she knows deep down, you're the love of her life, and she'll never feel as deeply for someone as she felt for you.

The members caught on to how her breathing start picking up and it started getting heavier and tears welled up in her eyes. "tzuyu?" "im sorry, just give me a second." tzuyu managed to get out as she rushed out of the room with the phone in her hands.

She read the texts, over and over. Tzuyu knew it was going to be a long process, winning your trust back, winning your love back, winning.. you back. It's not like you were normal. She knew how badly she fucked up.

Tzuyu got you to trust her, and love her. While you had philophobia. A fear of love. And she convinced you, yet she hurt you. You would get here tomorrow night. Your guys plan was that she picks you up from the airport.

But tzuyu doesn't know if you would want that now. She's just sitting, a few minutes away from the jyp building, beside a tree, leaning on it slightly, not realized the tears that were now streaming down her face as she sighed. "fuck.."

...

Thank god, you took an extra day off before your flight just incase you needed more time packing because god were you drained. You were exhausted. Crying, a lot of it. You couldn't find the energy to get up.

You forced yourself to eat a slice of pizza but that's all you could get down before not wanting anymore. You chugged some water and took a shower, hoping to help relax yourself a bit.

You waited and waited for a text from the girl, even if it was one that continued to yell at you. You just wanted to know she was still thinking about you, that she still cared. You sucked it up and went to the gym, wanting to take your mind off of things for a few hours.

After that, you got together with a friend, had some dinner before playing basketball together. It was unfortunate that a camera spotted the two of you. And tzuyu.. wasn't very happy to say the least.

Usually, she would laugh at stuff like that, but know that you aren't happy with her.. a part of her believed the rumours being spread, maybe you were done with her. The both of you were torn on how to feel.

You love tzuyu to pieces. But you can't help but feel a little scared. What if she's like this everytime she's upset with you? what if she keeps blowing up on you and you have to choice but to end, what if she never apologizes? what if you never talk again?

You were honestly so stressed out, the friend, knew that you argued, they don't know who tzuyu is, because you haven't said who it was, you just said you had a partner and you guys argued, there was one picture of the friends hand on your back.

That made tzuyus head spin. She had to pull herself together, telling herself she needed to get work done, she called herself before returning to the practice room, acting as if nothing happened, and ignoring all voices of concern.

...

You reached korea, you were just about to call an uber when a voice mumbled, "you don't have to do that" you only nodded, not wanting to talk to tzuyu. She could tell by the look on your face that you were anything but happy with her.

Tzuyu stayed silent as you threw your bag into the back, "that's all you bought?" you hummed, she bit her bottom lip and sighed, "i'm sorry." "can we not do this here?"

"i don't want to drive almost an hour without saying anything, i don't want you to run into the room your staying in and lock me out, i don't want to lose this, y/n. i don't want to lose you." You put your seatbelt on and looked away from her gaze.

"please look at me" a whisper left her lips, you hesitated but looked over. "i'm so fucking sorry, i don't want you to apologize to me, i should be the one. i'm aware for my behavior and what i said was hurtful to you and i didn't think before i said a word. though this doesn't excuse anything about i being mad at you."

She paused before continuing, "i realized that i didn't care about your feelings and emotions because i got defensive but still, i didn't care. i wished to be a better person and try not be careless and slobby with your feelings. Though you have been waiting for me to answer for hours and hours."

You listened, both of your tearing up with each word that she uttered, you didn't let your tears show, blinking them away, tzuyu honestly couldn't even tell they were ever there in the first place.

" i need to understand more about your feelings and your emotions, so i can stop being all careless about your feelings. i realized that my behavior came off aggressive and i understand it caused you pain. i really want to show my care for you but i just got nervous, and i felt dumb for not doing it.

you've done so much for me but i didn't give it back, all i did was just laughing at you and i came across into realization that i was harming you instead. i try not to be mad at you for the littlest things and please continue to be you.

i love who you are and that's what best for you to continue to thrive. and i didn't wanna harm anybody because i got really aggressive and was typing all angrily just for me to release these anger out of me. but still, i said it. i started all of this just because i was angry.

i'm in the fault here. forgive me or not, i just wanna say this. tell me what part i missed talking about and i'll address it."

"i don't know what to feel, i don't know if i'm mad at you or not, i feel like i should be but i can't be i honestly, just felt unheard. i felt like you were listening to me and i felt that you were just projecting everything you felt onto me, if it bothered you why didn't you tell me in the beginning?

why did you have to lash out like that? i don't get why you didn't think before you argued with me? there's one thing i wish you never said, i wish you kept that to yourself but that shit hurt so bad, tzuyu. you made me feel so pathetic, i felt like i was begging you to forgive me for something i didn't even know was wrong.

tzuyu i know i upset you but i thought about it a lot, i don't think it was my fault, was it? you never told me you hated stuff like that, i didn't do it after i knew you hated it. Not on purpose at least? I just wish you talked to me calmly, i was fucking terrified, i thought i lost you and that wasn't fair to me, was it?

i really don't like when people just leave me there, i've told you this before and you still did it. And when you came back your words were anything but kind. I don't know if this is a one time thing, or if this is you everytime you get upset, but if it is, then i don't know.

But now everytime i think about sending a text, i have to think about it even more, mostly if it's about my feelings, because i'm scared you'll just think i'm dramatic again. you crossed a line with what you said and i don't even know anymore. Just know i still love you, alright?"

Tzuyu reached for you, placing her hand on your thigh and looking at you, " i knew i did, i realized i was invalidating you and shit, it wasn't intentional and this is the first time i did. i don't know how to deal in this situation but i'll try. i'm taking responsibility of this because i made you feel all stupid and idiotic.

i always leave you on delivered because i was nervous as fuck. didn't know what to do. scared to see it. when you were asking me to forgive you, i didn't say anything about it because i was mad. but still, didn't excuse shit. i'm sorry for not telling you anything about me or anything i hate.

i'm sorry for projecting onto you and attributing these unnecessary emotions onto you. i know i made you feel idiotic for trying to make me forgive you. all i want is trying to make you feel loved and cared just like what you did to me but it's hard to try to show affection still.

And i also should stop projecting and making everything about me. still learning about all of these stuff and i'll try to stop being slooby and shit. You're scared of love, yet you show affection better then i do and i'm.. really gonna try, like how you did for me."

You both went quiet for a bit. "are we.. are we okay?" tzuyu asked, so quiet you barely heard it, but you nodded. "i'm still yours, tzu." a sigh of relief left her lips, "thank god." you had both removed your seatbelt once the speeches started.

Knowing you would rather look at each other in a situation like this and face each other, tzuyu placed her forehead on yours, as it went quiet once more, both of your eyes shutting. "i love you" "i love you too, tzu."

"can we go home now?" she mumbled, pulling away slightly, but stayed very, close to you. Placing a hand on your cheek. You nodded. "do you still trust me?" "..yes?" "are you sure?" "i still do, but not as much as before"

She could only hum and nod, swallowing thickly, although it hurt, tzuyu knew she had it coming. "i'll gain it back." you smiled slightly as chuckled. "go for it, tiger." "hey! that's chaeyoung!" you shook your head and smiled.

Both of you relived that your relationship was okay. Now with how quickly you guys solved it in person, you were now sure, you're moving to korea.

[practically-an-x-man]

👻💢🍧🍁🌏📣 💗 for Nikoletta and Katherine? (Sorry it's a lot lol)

Ooooh thank you!! And don't apologize for it being a lot, I love a chance for a good OC ramble :D

OC Emoji Asks

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

Nikoletta: No. She's so deep in "haunted history" from her voodoo scam in New Orleans, she's fully convinced it's all a load of shit. Once or twice, she's had an experience that's rattled her a little more, but she'd never admit that.

Katherine: Yes. At this point, she's had so much exposure to magic and gods and other supernatural events, it would be almost stupid to try and claim ghosts couldn't exist when so much else clearly does.

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

Nikoletta: She subconsciously tries to control the conversations she's a part of. It's mainly a survival reflex, but she'll duck around questions she doesn't want to answer and try to flip the focus back to the other person instead. It makes extended conversations a little difficult with her, at least at first.

Katherine: She takes on way more projects than she can actually balance, then gets frazzled and scatter-brained about finishing them. If she's bouncing off the walls with some unexplained anxiety, it probably means she's stressing herself over finishing something and can't handle anything else right now - even just suggesting going out for a walk is another thing to think about, so it's best just to let her take the lead for a while.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

Nikoletta: No. She had hardly anything growing up, which already makes it more difficult to hold onto things for sentiment, and on top of that her personal belongings were lost/stolen while she was captive in STAR Labs and she had to start completely fresh once she escaped.

Katherine: Oh, of course! She's got her old comic book collection, a lot of childhood drawings, some stuffed animals... she probably wouldn't be too upset about losing one of those things, shit happens and objects do wear out over time, but it would crush her to lose it all.

🍁 MAPLE LEAF - what is their favourite season? why?

Nikoletta: Early fall. College football and milder weather brings in a lot of tourists, so it's usually her most lucrative few weeks out on the street (it's about the only time of year where she can count on 3 meals a day and a decent roof over her head). And in Belle Reve, the seasons don't matter much since she's effectively always inside

Katherine: Summer. It reminds her of home, and she can't stand how cold New York gets in the winter anyway (especially compared to Memphis)

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

Nikoletta: I think she wouldn't realize how attached she is to the person she loves to even make this decision. She's so used to being alone that she's more than a little rusty with having someone to care about like that, so she's more likely just to freeze up entirely.

Katherine: She would, and not even in a romantic-love context. She'd do anything for her friends or family... and actually gets awfully close to this sort of decision in the climax of Who Waits Forever Anyway?. She doesn't give up the world, but she does come awfully close to giving up her life for the people she loves.

📣 MEGAPHONE - how loud are they? what do they speak like? got a voice claim?

Nikoletta: Not very loud. She speaks clearly, but she only speaks when she needs to (in her mind, superfluous chatter makes her seem less powerful or respectable, it breaks the illusion of her being "above" the others). She has a clear New Orleans accent (not Cajun, but Deep South) since she spent her whole life there, and her voice claim is tied to her face claim: Teyonah Parris.

Katherine: A little louder than average, mainly because she gets very exuberant when she's excited. She also has a Southern accent, though hers is a slightly milder Tennessean drawl as opposed to Nikoletta's Deep South. I don't have a particular voice claim for her right now.

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

Nikoletta: As I said before, she doesn't really process how much someone means to her since she's spent so much time on her own and putting a mask up over her emotions like she does. Still, though, I think it's obvious to others - when the antisocial ice-queen that is Nikoletta suddenly starts lingering near another random, equally-antisocial prisoner, even performing such bizarre acts as smiling and holding hands, you know something's up.

Katherine: Oh, it's so damn obvious. She's the queen of pining. She doesn't do flings since she's ace, so a genuine crush is a very deep, emotional thing for her. It's very obvious: she's all smiley, she keeps talking about them, her art ends up being a lot more romantic for a while since she's always thinking about them. When she's genuinely in love, she's settled a bit from that whole butterflies-crush stage, though she still talks about her S/O a lot

[uncloseted]

I used to think I had ADHD bc it's so hard for me to get schoolwork done, but Ive realized that I really just procrastinate bc I'm scared of starting an assignment and failing. I mainly procrastinate on essays and projects bc it's usually a challenge and also a sum of everything you have learned in class, and I get scared because I feel like I'm not equipped to do it. So I avoid avoid avoid and do it last minute. Sometimes I get really good marks actually! So it proves that I am actually

Equipped to do the assignment even if I do it super late. But, I'm wondering how I can drill into my head to just DO the thing and not be terrified that I'm going to fail and avoiding it for fear of confronting the truth that I'm a "failure" and can't do the assignment (logically I know this isn't true but emotionally my brain automatically doesn't believe it).

Yes! Perfectionism is such a huge reason why people procrastinate and I don't think people talk about it nearly as much as they should.

The first thing I would do when dealing with procrastination from perfectionism is to remind yourself that the outcome of your work isn't a reflection of your worth as a person. You can be loved and worthy even if you aren't perfect at everything you do. I think oftentimes, people who struggle with perfectionism feel like being perfect at things is a necessary part of their identity, but we aren't our successes and failures. Letting go of the idea that the outcome of tasks define us makes it easier to complete work. And when you do fail at things, try to reframe what that means in your mind. Instead of "failing this exam means I'm a failure as a person", maybe try reframing it as "failure is a normal part of life. If I never fail, then I'll never be able to grow."

When you're starting an assignment, try and set reasonable goals and standards for yourself. Of course you want to give each assignment your best and get 100% on everything, but what's the bare minimum that would get you to achieve your goal? If you have a class you're taking, what's the bare minimum that you would need to get on this assignment and still pass the class? Figuring out what would be good enough can help to combat that feeling that the world is ending when an assignment isn't perfect. It can also help you to get started, since you can remind yourself that it doesn't need to be perfect, it just needs to get done. Give yourself permission to make mistakes and remind yourself that you can always go through it again at the end and improve it if you need to.

In terms of general anti-procrastination strategies, there are a few things you can try:

Break your task into small, manageable steps that you can check off a list. These can be as simple as "open document" and "write name at the top of the paper". The more little tasks you do successfully, the more you'll feel like you can do.

Commit to only doing a little bit. Maybe you'll just do one step that's on your list, or you'll do two minutes of work. Usually, after that time is up, you'll feel like you've gotten over the hump of starting a new task and you can keep going. But if not, let yourself take a break. You've at least gotten a little something done, which is better than nothing.

Reward your progress. Once you get to pre-set milestones in the task you're going (like you've finished five of the small steps on your list, or you've finished writing a paragraph of an essay), give yourself a little treat. It sounds silly, but if you can train yourself to associate doing work with getting a treat, it's easier to start doing the work.

And more than anything else, I think it's important to be kind to yourself. If you had a friend that was struggling the way that you are now, what would you say to them? You'd tell them that they're capable of completing the assignment and even if it doesn't go well, they're not a failure of a person, right? Try to talk to yourself that same way when you're trying to get through doing an assignment. It will feel silly at first, but the more that we practice kindness and compassion towards ourselves, the easier it becomes to do it, and the more we believe the things we tell ourselves.

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🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

🫂🫂🫂 right back at you friend

also omg OK hold on I'm just gonna answer all of you at once

@ shit talk in person anon - yes, some of that but also there didn't seem to be a single person he didn't have something negative to say about either. I'm kind of surprised Poi thought she'd be exempt from all of it. Listen, piece of life advice, if there's someone in your life (usually a friend) who seems to shit talk like dozens and dozens of people they interact with to you, especially when you don't know them or are questioning why that annoys them, then there's a 100% likelihood they're also trash talking you behind your back too. Dump those people.

@ how can you love someone you don't know anon & @ adamant that he is innocent anon - they don't really love him or know him, they treat him like a doll they can control. I believe you sent this before the new text leaks today, but Bob continued to encourage them to give him expensive gifts and form these parasocial bonds with him while others like Apo intentionally try to draw these lines between the personal and the professional and discourage this kind of fan behavior. A lot of times, these types of "fans" (stalkers, tbh, maybe digital stalkers) don't really have control over negative situations in their life and want to treat someone famous like a doll they can control and claim they're the reason that idol/actor/musician is famous. It's for their own psychological gratification. That's also why they see exposing Bob's behavior is a direct attack on them personally.

@ fandom isn't what it used to be anon - i don't think it's meaningful to say things are worse or better, let's just say that things will always continue to change. People who loved KinnPorsche were around more when the show was airing and then left (reasonably because the project finished), people split off to support their own favorites' new projects, which is also reasonable! Sooner rather than later now, there will be MA fans who have never watched KinnPorsche, there will be Jeff fans who're only around for his music, etc. New projects will bring in new fans to the actors, and bring those fans to their old projects too. That's why it's important to keep supporting their work.

But I will say how factious the fandom is directly caused by Bob intentionally sowing discord and tension between different fan groups. The translated texts show that he was purposefully initiating it and gleeful that it succeeded 🤷🏻‍♀️ You can't save things that are rotten at the core and he rotted it.

@ nobody spoke up anon - i don't like to give attention to toxic solos (and they locked their account anyway) but from what I understand, they meant no one spoke up for A not being at the promo shoot because Daemi intentionally booked it on a day he had other professional obligations. It's one of those "we need to protect Apo boo hoo it's us (his fans) and him against the world" in their usual deranged strain. Apo did take to Twitter to criticize Daemi when it originally happened which was in April, and Daemi was finally ousted from BOC in July after the SH situation on set was exposed.

Given that Bob intentionally told Poi to make up some excuse as to why Apo couldn't be at the shoot and then make BOC (who was unaware of this situation) take on the burden of explaining it, they probably had as many excuses lined up the day of the shoot as needed in preparation for any questions other actors might have had about why Apo wasn't there. Of course all of us are angry Bob did this to Apo, but to criticize the other actors, who had no final say in the product or knowledge this was happening, is absurd. Why Pond went along with it is another question

[awesomedurraworld]

The Bear is sick.

cover doesn't belong to me.

Rating:

General Audiences

Archive Warning:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

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Gen

Fandoms:

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga

Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types

Relationship:

Edward Elric & Roy Mustang

Characters:

Edward Elric

Roy Mustang

Mrs. Hanna

Additional Tags:

Parental Roy Mustang

soft Roy Mustang

caring Roy mustang

Roy Mustang loves children

Foster Parent Roy Mustang

Foster Care

Edward Elric is a child here

Edward Elric needs love

Hurt Edward Elric

Sick Edward Elric

Sickfic

Bedtime Stories

Chicken Soup

Head pats

I think there was a kiss too? Don't remember

Been while since I wrote this haha

Asshole CPS worker

hinted Royai

yesss

also

This was like written in February

And it’s so tiny

But enjoy tiny stuff and love them

Just like you love Eddie Elric

Who speaks like a person who doesn't know English the poor baby

He came from an abusive home

Aka HO WAS AN ABUSIVE MAN

ha

Also the story they read is a childhood book that my mama read to me when I was a just a tiny girl

Fluffy with tiny Angst

Happy Ending

Summary:

“ Da bear... sick.” “ huh?” “ Da... Beaher Ss sick.” “Okay, chum! get comfortable.” Roy fixed his position to be closer to Ed and took a hold of the big book, “ The Bear is Sick.” he read the title before he opened the first page. Or! Roy Mustang decided one morning to be a foster parent, and tonight he is taking care of his five year old sick foster child.

Hi guys! 💖

Posting this here to give a little shoutout to my stories haha. My story, The Bear Is Sick is heavily inspired by the storybook “ the bear feels sick.” ( or The Bear Is Ill in some Countries)

Growing up, my Mama used to read me and my siblings story books, and this book was one of them, and since I could remember, I was always mesmerized by its wonderful water coloring like illustrates, and it’s sweet story.

Around October last year I was cleaning our library when I found this book and got inspired, I doodled few drawing and in February I wrote little Edward owning the book.

This silly cute draft was sitting in my noted app, till the end of June, where I finished it up and posted it on the first of July!

My story is short, being less than 3k words, but it is one of the most loved ones that I have posted this year! In my fic, I kinda of scratched the surface of the situation that, unfortunately, a lot of kids and teens will go through. I am not a fostered child and never experienced it, I have built it based on my researched facts and the stuff my online friend told me about her experience.

Remember, if you can help those teens and kids, please do! Donations ( money, clothes, bags, food, whatever you can!) can make a human’s life better. If you can't give them something physically then give them a prayer and if you weren't a believer then just send them some good thoughts.

( um, if you can leave a comment? 👀 because, like, we All have a very hard life and I kinda want something to make me smile? 🫣 i swear I am not this petty usually but oh well)

See ya at Ao3, peeps 🫡❤️💖

[generalsnivy]

It's a beautiful, sunny day and this Typhlosion family was trying to figure out how they could take advantage of this gorgeous day and entertain their two children. After pondering for a bit, Daddy Typhlosion came up with the idea that they should spend this day at the beach. Momma Hisuian Typhlosion agreed and then informed the kids that they were all going to spend the day at the beach. Cyndaquil and his older Quilava brother were excited and ran to grab a couple of things for their trip, which were, a little inner tube, some water wings, a pair of swimming goggles, and a life jacket, just to be on the safe side. Daddy Typhlosion also brought a big Pawmot beach ball for the kids to play with once they finished swimming in the ocean and were ready to get out of the water. Needless to say, it was a fun day under the sun for everyone and everyone had a blast swimming in the ocean, relaxing under the sun's rays in the soft, white sand, and playing with the beach ball by passing it around to one another and bouncing it around. Thankfully, the ball never fell into the ocean, which otherwise would've been swept away by the ocean's currents, which would've made both Cyndaquil and Quilava sad.

It's not often that you see fire-type Pokemon go to the beach for a swim, but when it does happen, It's a rare sight. Even if they cannot swim, technically speaking, it doesn't mean that they can't learn how, even if it's just for fun.

This was another fun one to work on as I gained more experience drawing the Cyndaquil evolutionary line. Drawing both the Johtonian and the Hisuian Typhlosions was a big pain in the behind due to drawing them facing to the side as there are hardly any official pieces of artwork for either of them in this position that I could use for reference. After a little bit of pondering, I decided to use the Typhlosion I had in Pokemon Violet as a stand-in and take an in-game screenshot of what I needed. One thing worth noting about taking pictures of your Pokemon in Scarlet and Violet is that they are notorious for not cooperating when it comes to taking photos as they either get the zoomies and circle around the player or decide to take a nap. Thankfully, my Typhlosion was cooperative just long enough for me to get the picture I needed, which, believe it or not, only took me about a minute as he stood there, staring into space, before deciding to take a nap shortly after taking the picture. Once I got what I needed, I used said picture as a reference to get a better idea of how I could go about drawing both Typhlosions in that position. Another thing worth mentioning is that both Johtonian and Hisuian Typhlosions share their basic anatomy, the only difference being, canonically, is their height as Hisuian Typhlosion is a couple of inches shorter than the Johtonian one. Plus, the patterns on the Hisuian one's head and chest area are a little bit different but share the same structural integrity for their skull.

Other than the Typhlosions being difficult to draw, as per usual, Cyndaquil and Quilava weren't too bad in comparison. It took a bit of time to figure out the best way to draw them walking, especially for Quilava as I wanted to draw them walking on their hind legs, much like a Typhlosion can. I had a lot of fun drawing their swimming gear as well, which are; Cyndaquil's inner tube and Quilava's water wings, life jacket, and swimming goggles. I originally planned on giving Quilava a snorkel with his goggles, but after sketching it out, it didn't look right to me, so I opted out of that plan and just stuck with what I had on him. Drawing Cyndaquil's inner tube was a lot of fun as I experimented with having a transparent top half of the floaty and a solid pattern on the bottom half, underneath the transparent part of the ring. The color choices for the inner tube and inner tube skirt are a reference to Quaquaval's feathers on their body as well as the tips of their wings and tail.

Overall, this was a fun little project and the experience gained was worth the hassle of nailing both Johtonian and Hisuian Typhlosion's anatomy. It was also worth practicing drawing perspectives when it came to the environment. (I still need a lot more practice when it comes to this, but even so.) Plus, I always enjoy drawing inflatables such as pool toys and balloons.

[mzjosef]

when i'm talking to anyone my eyes dart all over the place as i think so i'll go with that. but usually i look into peoples eyes when they're talking, just in general.

someone i was a witness for lost a civil court case because the judge believed a total liar and loser of a person that couldn't even prove they were in the right. this was years ago, lol

jesus shitting christ this is dark. i probably wouldn't call anybody because i dont need my possibly last moment to be traumatizing for somebody.

are you good, dude? i'd tell my family and friends and then tell my job and quit, then challenge myself to finish my video game project in 1 month

can't have love without trust, brother

yeah i save the dog. fuck my boss. and not even in this context, just, fuck my boss

i'd rather be hurt by the one i trust, because it meant there was a very good reason for it and we're both better off, probably.

if it was my best friend i'd be extremely concerned about his marriage. reject him of course. if it was a female friend i think it would be worth exploring!

no, she was very sick and became a not very nice person in her old age.

yes. i constantly aspire to be the best friend i could be and i would want a type of friend like that too.

its not for everyone, but for me one of my primary "love languages" is sex and physical touch. but i couldn't have sex without love.

i wouldn't offer my job unless i had a way to supplement my own income/had another job lined up, but i'd definitely do what i could to persuade them not to fire my friend.

it was a very difficult conversation and it ultimately ended the relationship.

i've never told someone that i do not love them. telling someone you love them is pretty embarrassing though if it's weird or they don't feel the same way, so that might be harder just due to fear of rejection. :x

hardest would be giving up my eye sight. i think about this sometimes. it'd be a nightmare.

i told my cat fiona.

nothing. i wouldn't change a thing in the last month, as difficult as it's been.

i have a friend that's insane and carries at least 4 - 7 knives on his person at any given moment, and sometimes a firearm. if i was stuck with anyone in a foxhole i'd want it to be him.

no, because i don't know how to do CPR and i'd end up killing them. i'm not a medical professional, next question

THERE'S NO NUMBER 20

UHH WOULD YOU RATHER FIGHT 100 SMALL DUCKS OR 1 BIG GOOSE shut up dude

in some ways yeah. when i was young i was always ahead of the curve in terms of tech, my ideas on society, my political views... now that i'm old not much has changed there and now i'm old fashioned.

all the time, i don't expect shit. i'm just some asshole

listen. love is hard and with it comes pain sometimes. but i need love. pain be damned.

i wish this survey would end i think it was a mistake

Deep Questions

1. What is more difficult for you, looking into someones eyes when you are telling someone how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel?

2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way?

3. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who do you call? What do you tell them?

4. You are at the doctor’s office and he has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? What do you do with your remaining days? Would you be afraid?

5. You can have one of the following two things. Which do you choose? Why? Love and Trust.

6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the time to save the dogs life? Why or Why not?

7. Would you rather be hurt by the one you trust the most or the one you love the most?

8. Your best friend confesses that he/she has feelings for you more than just friendship. He/she is falling in love with you. What do you (or did you) do/say?

9. Think of the last person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give up one year of yours. Do you do it? Why or Why not?

10. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?

11. Does love = sex?

12.Your boss tells your coworker that they have to let them go because of work shortage, and they are the newest employee. You have been there much longer. Your coworker has a family to support and no other means of income. Do you go to your boss and offer to leave the company? Why or Why not?

13.When was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt regardless of how difficult it was for you to say? Who was it? What did you have to tell the person?

14. What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a member of the opposite sex, you love them or that you do not love them back?

15. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose?

16. Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them. Who were they to you?

17. If there was one moment and one time in the last month what would you change and why?

18.Imagine it is a dark night, you are alone, it is raining outside, you hear someone walking around outside your window. WHO do you wish was there with you?

19. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? Why or Why not?

21.You are holding onto your grandmother’s hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other. Who do you let fall to their death? What was your rationale for making the decision?

22. Are you old fashioned?

23. When was the last time you were nice to someone and did NOT expect anything in return for it?

24.Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a broken heart, or never loved at all? Why?

25.If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?

[studentsoutofbed]

2022

Wow. Another year gone again. They say that the older you get, the quicker time passes. Turns out I've now only got one full year until I'm in my 30s. I do feel so grown up now. If 2021 was the year I learned, 2022 was the year I changed. Life is good again. I still have bad days. I still wake up some mornings after a bad dream and wish it would all go away. But most mornings I wake up with life in my belly.

I started writing this at the end of 2022, but I will finish it in January.

This was the first year since Covid that has been almost entirely normal. Hell, I can't even remember when we had to stop isolating for COVID, or when we stopped having to wear masks?

I've really tried to make the most of it. It can be hard. In the big city, with so many friends, yet sometimes so lonely. I knew it would never be perfect, and I give myself grace for when I go wrong. But absolutely I've done so many positive things this year. I've started dating again. And lots of it. More than I'd like if we're being honest. But it makes me feel alive to get that feeling in the pit of stomach when I send a text. It's disappointing when it doesn't work out, but I have to believe that good things are coming.

This time last year, I made a list of 'resolutions' to try and uphold. Some of them were tangible and others less so. They were as follows:

1. Keep practicing mindfulness. Renew affirmations - This one didn't go great. I still practice mindfulness from time to time, but not as often as I'd like. I think I've abandoned the idea of affirmations. I'm still working up the courage to try therapy.

2. Try something genuinely new or adventurous every month - this is fairly ambiguous. I've probably not fulfilled it, but I think I've gone a fair way toward it

3. Walk 3,650,000 steps in the year - absolutely smashed it, over 4,100,000.

4. Cook at least one new recipe a month- definitely tried some, but other factors sort of got in the way!

5. Don't fear being needy with friends. Message them - I've definitely done this a few times!

6. Take on at least one new project or challenge at work - I don't think there's one particular thing here, but I've definitely done loads of extra stuff, and got my promotion.

7. Say something nice when you can - can definitely do this more

8. Do something nice when you can - and this

9. Travel again - Yep! Ticked off 4 new countries, and some staycations too

10. Eat a little better - hmm

11. Volunteer for something - I definitely tried at times - I'll keep this in mind

12. Just try your best - most days I do my best, and any day that's not my best is forgiven.

At the end of this post I will consider some new resolutions for 2023. I think some will be more measurable.

For now though I shall continue with my review of this year, in the usual way.

Falklands Take 3 - With Rose wanting to move in with Chris, we had to move out of our flat. It felt like a perfect chance to go back to the Falklands, and not pay rent whilst I was there. Another opportunity to save up some more money. But more importantly, a chance to rewrite the narrative. I saw one of those inspirational Instagram posts that said 'Laugh in the places you've cried'. That really stuck with me. I can safely say that every single tear I cried in 2021 during my time down south was replaced with a laugh this year. None of this is to downplay some of the times I had in 2021, and particularly the positive impact the people around me had. But this year was all positive. Quarantine was only 5 days this time, and also in the UK. It wasn't fun like the year before, but it definitely went quicker. The next 12 weeks were an absolute blast. At work, I was the experienced one, the person to come to with questions. That felt empowering. The team were amazing. The mess was so much friendlier than it been subsequently. I had many fun nights drinking in the bar, or in Stanley. Some shifts were really fun. My birthday night we took over the mess and did karaoke. There was the night we dressed up to watch Antz in the common room. I finally managed to visit Sea Lion Island, and I returned again to Saunders. In my last week, we had a dinner party at Katie's house. Just the met team. I honestly don't think I've laughed that much in so long. The place is dark and haunting, and it can engulf you, but in a such a beautiful way. It exhibits and almost Stockholm Syndrome like hold on me. I'm genuinely so excited to go back.

Holidays - One of my goals was to travel again. I managed to tick off 4 countries (maybe 5?) In 3 trips. Me and Chris went to Kosovo and Macedonia as a cheap replacement for Norway, where we were supposed to do a marathon. It was a cheap time, but it was a great mix of city sightseeing with beers, a nice relaxing canyon trip, and a big mountain walk. For only 5 days we packed it all in. I then went to Athens and Brussels for a couple of nights each. They were really enjoyable in their own ways, but they did make me question how I should handle my solo trips now. I thought I'd treat myself to hotels, but it just made me a bit lonely. Maybe a rethink this year.

Weddings with uni people - 2 sets of my uni friends got married this year. Will and Pippa in August, then Luuk and Georgina in November. They were both so beautiful in different ways. For Will and Pippa we made a long weekend in Devon out of it. I don't get the chance to spend that much time with these guys these days, so it felt like a real throw back. Similarly for Luuk and Georgina's, it felt so wholesome. I hope I can hang out with this lot a bit more this year.

Bill's wedding - this was special in a different way, as he asked to me be his best man, just before I left for the Falklands. It didn't allow me to help in any way whatsoever, nor to sort a stag. I felt bad, but I couldn't do anything about it to be fair. I was so proud to have that honour. It's good to know that I have friends like that.

Ashbury - as always. What a privilege to spend 3 days with the best ones from the first days. I'm so glad we're still a tight group, and I'd love to hang out with them more.

It feels a bit empty to have such few things here. I think maybe that's one of the positives this year. It's been moments and days that have been excellent. And there's been loads of them. Just vibes.

I do need to dedicate some space to my Nanny. She passed away at the end of the year after a few months of deterioration. I miss her terribly. My grandad is still not himself now, although my mum is back to normal, on the outside at least. I am so glad I came back to Bristol fairly regularly in those months, to get to see her one last time. Love you.

And we come to my goals for 2023. Last year I decided to make goals that would enable me to slightly alter the way I live my life. Goals to encourage me to do more, and pay more attention to the relationships I have with friends and family. This year I want to be more specific with some of them. And so.

Run a sub 4 hour marathon

Run a sub 1:45 half-marathon

Send a V4 bouldering route

Be able to do 20 pull ups (maybe a bit tricky, but stretch goals init)

Travel more again

Go camping

Eat better

Do more things that frighten me

Get out of bed!

Try therapy (haven't done it for the last two years so not expecting big things from myself here)

Be proud of myself

These goals have some more physical aspects to them, and some pretty specific. I feel like I'm currently in the shape of my life, and I need to make the most of it. I should be in my prime so why not help myself.

2023 feels like it's going to be a transition year for me. I am going to the Falklands again in September for the end of the year. It will feel like a bit of a time bomb, especially when it comes to summer. I'm expecting big changes in 2024, and this year is leading up to it. Maybe that means it's a really good chance to have loads of fun. Make the most of my 20's and all that.

All I ask of myself is to do my best. To embrace change, but hold on to what matters. Spend time with family, with friends. Work on myself. Bad days are just that.

[knullanon]

could we get some more platonic yandere doc ock?

sure! I love writing about this guy, even if it sometimes comes out bad lol

words: 1183

warnings: drugging, arguing, fighting, kidnapping, lmk if I missed any!

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won't really let you out anywhere. to be fair, there would probably be a lot of things he would give you to entertain yourself with, but if your an extrovert you might as well just shrivel up and die because there will be no talking to anyone until you are either able to escape or if there's a guest.

speaking of giving gifts, it's one of his favorite forms of talking to you when he first takes you. since you're either giving him the silent treatment, or are just not in a good state at all, he would just slide them over or try to present them to you when you weren't screaming, crying etc.

it would be anything he believed you liked. if he saw you mentioned something about a certain clothing brand or style, he would get you different outfits based on that. if he knew you liked video games, he would pick out a few that he thought you would like. or even if you liked doing certain activities, like playing an instrument or making art.

he likes getting you gifts you can use or interact with, as it gives him an opportunity to talk to you about something other than you just begging to go home. he likes just talking to you about different things or even letting you ramble about your interests.

however, sometimes he would give you gifts based on his own interests. for example, he'll give you books that he has read or books he enjoys rather than what you might like. or if he's working on a certain project, he might get books on how the actual project works. maybe he'll even give you blueprints for it.

sometimes, when there's nothing for him to finish or do, he'll order something he knows you'll like and set up a table and just have the both of you eat and talk. while it may be awkward at the beginning, he is also very persistent and will try anything and everything to make you talk, even if it's some rant about something you are very strong about.

he likes watching you talk about different things and how you react more on certain topics than others. he likes making mental notes in his head and writing them down later. do you like this show more than others? do you argue more over certain people? he keeps it in a secret little file he has stored in his computer.

actually, sometimes if you're unavailable for whatever reason, usually if you're asleep and he doesn't want to bother you, he'll look through your old messages, videos, and pictures, usually from your phone, to see how you were. what you liked.

this also comes in handy when he knows who you remember the most. your parents? your friends? if you had a boyfriend or girlfriend, he would most definitely kill them. wouldn't even hesitate. to him, they're unnecessary and a waste of time.

wants to be someone you care about, who you look up to. he tries his best to make himself appear more friendly, or almost better, just to try and connect with you.

you can't really escape that well. even if you do, he probably has you somewhere where either there are guards around every corner, or there are other villains (usually people who he works with frequently) who have no problem ratting you out, or dragging you back.

even if you were able to somehow avoid both, it would be a miracle if you were able to find a place to hide. even spiderman couldn't help you at that point. otto has money, power, and a bunch of people who are experts in finding missing people. unless you have the equivalent or better connections than he does, you will be out of the lair for at most a month. probably not even two.

he gets protective easily. very easily. since you never have anyone to talk to, if you talk to someone who is just visiting, he pushes them away (literally) and then tells them to basically mind their business. you would then be locked out of whatever room they were in until the visitor leaves, and then he would just sulk or pout for the rest of the night.

however, he can also lose his shit if you piss him off too much. depending on how you did it, though, can lead to different reactions. if you aren't paying enough attention in his eyes, he'll force the both of you to hang out, or he'll just hold you in his arms. if you pissed him off by hitting him, yelling at him, crying, he would just straight up drug you. nothing to make you fall asleep, more like to make you out of it, like weed.

he might even get you used to it on a certain day or time, just so that he can have his time with you. of course, this is only if you continue to act out. he won't tell you that he gave you anything, but if you confront him about it, he basically shuts down anything that makes him sound wrong. he won't deny it, but he will point the blame in your direction. that you don't know what you want in life, that everything he does for you is either because you need it or you deserve it, and that he gives you everything you could ever want and you still fight with him.

if you piss him off way too much, he will just start arguing with you. it's not going to be some equal kind of argument, either. he will make you feel like crap for saying anything in the first place. he will tell you that no one outside even cares about you. he will even bring up things that happened before he took you, that he just wants the best for you. he might even start yelling at you if you try to interject.

basically, he scares you into submission. even if you try to tell him you understand, he won't care. he'll continue to argue with you until he feels like his point has been made, that you won't argue or complain again. he won't ask you for permission for anything, he if wants something from you, he will take it. he won't give you any affection or praise, he will just stare and talk without any emotion. it might even be several days before he goes back to his normal old self.

of course, this is only if you make him too mad. he kind of regrets it afterward, as he feels like it was too harsh, but the actuators just tell him that even if it was a mistake, what was done is done. there is no way to change what had happened.

overall, otto is not that bad so long as you don't make him mad. he'll give you anything you ask for, anything to make you happy, and he gets very possessive very quickly if for some reason anyone is around you.

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I hope you guys like it 💗 sorry if it seems rushed, I'm kinda sad rn and not feeling well mentally :(

[nightqueen1221]

hi there !! i recently found your blog and ive got a request ! oikawa and the reader being the "highschool sweethearts," everything seemingly perfect - until the reader finds out about oikawa cheating on them. so yes, an angst oneshot. female reader is preferred !! tysm, have a good day <3

YAY I'M GETTING REQUESTS! THANK YOUUUUU!!!!!! ( BTW FIRST ANGST AHHHH)

    It was perfect. You didn't even believe perfection was real like this. Every morning you and him walked or met up at the school and late at night you two would walk to eachother's house ending with a good bye kiss. So many girls were unbelievably jealous of you. You can't blame them, you would be a bit upset to know that you can't be with him.

    Well, that's at least what you thought.

    "Hey angel, how are you?" Oikawa asked with a sly smile.

    "Oh, I'm good, you?" You replied.

    "Wonderful now that you ask." He said taking your hand and walking to your next class. It was the last class if the day and you couldn't wait. Oikawa had practice after school and you always watched him to support him. Even his teammates were a bit envious to have such a pretty girl cheer someone on. Yet again, this was kinda common for him.

    You seemingly ran out of the class room. You wanted to see him as fast as you could. Actually, you got there before him. That's fine, you could wait a bit. Nothing wrong with that. You started talking to his teammates after a bit.

    He must have just gone to the bathroom and is running late, right? You thought. He ran into the room the second you finished that thought.

    "Ya-ho! Sorry I'm late!" He smiled waving his hand. You ran up to him hugging him.

    "Hey! I misses you! Where were you?" You asked. "Were you in the bathroom?" He looked at you for a second in surprise, more like he realized something and than nodded his head. He kissed your forehead while rubbing you back, leaving to go practice.

    When practice had ended he started to walk home with you. That slight bit of hesitation from before bothered you.

    "Hey Oikawa." He looked at you.

    "Earlier, you looked a bit shocked. Are you ok? Did something happen that you didn't want to tell me?" The same look of nervousness came upon his face.

    "Oh, that! Haha, that's nothing, I only remembered a project I need to do or it will be handed in late." He laughed slightly at himself. It wasn't that much of a problem, and you have felt like that sometimes so it wasn't uncommon. You laughed back at this.

    "Alrightly, just remember to do it all right? Don't want you getting a bad grade and than losing your ablitly to be in volleyball club." He held your hand and continued to walk you back to your place.

    But yet, it didn't seem like it was something like that he was worried about. Because this kept happening, every day he would be late to practice. Even on days he didn't have it, he wouldn't be there to pick you up on time. The worst part is when he was a no show, you know you saw him early in the day so where was he? It started to annoy you and the rest of the volleyball club.

    Today, you had enough of it. You choice to not even go to his practice and just search for him. You asked his teammates to call you if they see him. Walking around the school was usually boring, today however, you were on a mission. To find how or why Oikawa was disappearing so much. You had a looking feeling of what it could be, but you pushed it away from you in hopes he would never do that. I mean, you were in love, he wouldn't cheat on you, right? That is the last thing you think before finding him.

    Well, it's just as you thought. He was cheating. It was a girl, he hand on his chest, kissing him with passion you thought you could never give. You were speechless. You didn't want to interrupt such a "loving and caring moment". That was it for you two. He wasn't going to be the man you want to be with for the rest of your life. You thought yet again, but, wasn't it dumb to think that in the first place? You were just teens dating, of course he wouldn't want to stay committed.

    You didn't even cry, you just wanted to go home. Maybe deep down inside something wanted you to feel something else. Anger, sadness, maybe you wanted to just ask him why he would ever choose someone over a person that already is willing to do anything for you. But you did none of that. You just sat, sat and waited for him.

    "You ready to go home?" He chuckled.

    "I want to talk." You looked at the ground and spoke in only a stern and demanding voice.

    "You know, I was wondering where you were going these past few days. Why you didn't show up for a bit, being late, or just not even showing your face after school. I started thinking that you might have been hurt or worse. Here I come to see that I was right about you hiding something, you were cheating. Well, if you want her over me, than I guess we're done, I wish you luck and hopes that she treats you better than I ever did or could have." You stood up look at his face for the last part.

    "N-no promise me, I didn't mean to-, i-it, it wasn't my fault she did that to me and I just- it's not what it looks like, it wasn-" you cut him off.

    "If it wasn't your fault than why? Why were you late everyday? Why did you not even show up? Why didn't you think about me? I don't think you care for me anymore. I hope this is one of the few more times we have the same things about something. Because I don't care about you either." You grabbed your things and left.

    You walked home alone that night. And every night after that. You had just wished that he was still there. No, he wasn't. He never will be again. But he found someone he liked more. You found out you don't need him anymore. It was perfect, right?