#I'm just gonna talk some random stuff in the tags

[p1ctur3]

Can't believe it has been a full year since I starting posting AvA/M fanart

so I redrew my first piece of fanart :]

[mazekingdom]

I'm enjoying SAYER right now but if it doesn't go back to having an overarching plotline soon I'm gonna have to quit listening to it :'))

[guliexe]

[TOKYO] 18+ mdni

2Hollis x Reader

warnings/tags: friends to lovers, virgin!reader, loving sex, very corny, soft dom!hollis, fluff, confessing, dry humping, oral (f receiving), use of y/n, love bombing, p in v, creampie, choking

♡ you go to tokyo to film a vlog for your friends, feelings are confessed, things heat up.

w/c: 5,082 (i did read it but tell me if there's any mistakes)

You’ve been best friends with Nate and Hollis for years, ever since you were teenagers. You’ve shared countless memories and done almost everything together but you were too shy to be on camera with them.

So when they invited you to join them on a trip to Japan with two other guys you had only recently met, you hesitated, but eventually agreed. Now, here you are in Tokyo, surrounded by four men who seem to have made it their mission to annoy you all day long. Originally, they planned to hire someone to film their YouTube vlog, but since you didn’t know what else to do as the only girl in the group, you offered to take on the task yourself.

“Yo Y/N, grab the camera!” Nate calls out as you all prepare to leave the hotel room and head to the car. You take the camera in your hands and start filming.

“Welcome to the ‘boylife in Tokyo’ vlog yall” Nate exclaims.

“Well, boylife…plus a random girl, actually” Hollis adds teasingly, causing you to laugh, your voice picking up on the camera. You make your way to the car and sit in front of the others so they’re all in frame. Minutes pass as they talk about random stuff, laughing and joking with each other.

"That wasn’t a freestyle, that was SHEDIM,"

Hollis says, glancing down at his phone.

"But y’all ain’t OGs, so..." he adds with a

grin.

After arguing over who’s an OG and who’s not, you can’t help but laugh at their ridiculousness.

“Y/N, you can talk too, you know. Don’t be shy” Hollis says, glancing at you.

“It’s fine,” you say quietly, your voice picking up on the camera as you chuckle.

“You’re a part of this too, you can’t hide,” Nate adds jokingly.

After stepping out of the car, you and the group began wandering through the vibrant streets of Tokyo. Neon lights illuminated every corner, casting colourful glows in all directions, while hundreds of people filled the bustling streets and crowded storefronts.

You kept filming them for a couple of hours as they goofed around in different stores, tried strange street food, and shopped for clothes. But as the night went on, everyone started to feel a bit worn out and agreed it was time to head back to the hotel and chill.

Just as you were about to put the camera away in your bag, Hollis stopped you, swallowing hard.

"Hey, we don't have to go back if you don't want to. We can keep filming—I’m not tired" he said softly.

"Oh, sure, no problem. I’m not tired either" you replied, turning the camera back on to capture him.

He grinned at the lens, his energy still surprisingly high. "So, everyone else left—I know, sad—but it's alright because I'm here with the beautiful Y/N, and we're gonna stay out some more." You felt a warm blush rise to your cheeks from the compliment but quickly pushed the thought aside.

After wandering around for a while and filming Hollis ramble about minecraft, the two of you started to feel a bit hungry. You spotted a small, cozy restaurant across the street and decided to take a break there. Setting the camera on the table so it only captured Hollis, you both dug into your meals.

"Y/N still won’t show her face, but I’m gonna film her when she doesn’t know it—just watch me guys" he joked, glancing mischievously at the camera before looking over at you.

"Shut uuup" you mumbled through a mouthful of noodles, and reach your finger to the camera to stop it from recording further, which only made Hollis giggle at the sight.

Every time you were with him, it felt peaceful and fun—like nothing else mattered. This almost felt like an unofficial date, just the two of you chatting about random things, enjoying delicious food, and sneaking glances at each other every now and then. You couldn’t help but wish it could always be like this between you—and that he thought about it the same way too.

After leaving the restaurant, you stopped by a big arcade before heading back to the hotel. The room was packed with colourful machines, and loud Japanese music blared from the speakers. You wandered around, trying out different games and messing with the gacha machines, laughing at Hollis’s excitement over each prize.

Eventually, Hollis spotted a giant claw machine filled with adorable plushies and immediately zeroed in on a big bunny inside. You held up the camera, capturing his determined expression as he struggled over and over to get it out.

"I'm trynna win this for Y/N, but it's really tricky" he grumbled, glancing at you with a sheepish smile before focusing back on the machine. Hollis let out an exaggerated groan, throwing his head back dramatically.

“This shit’s rigged, I swear” he complained.

“You’re gonna spend all your money on that bunny” you teased, still filming him. He shot you a playful glare.

“It’s for you, so it’s worth it.” he turns his gaze back to the machine.

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you tried to ignore the way your cheeks warmed up. Eventually, after a few more failed attempts, Hollis finally managed to scoop the bunny up, and this time it didn’t slip.

“Let’s fucking go!” he exclaimed, and picked the bunny up from the prize chute.

“For you, pretty” he teased and turned over to you, placing the bunny in your hands. You couldn’t help but giggle, hugging the soft plush to your chest, and eventually turning the camera off for the night. “You’re ridiculous” you mumbled, but the smile on your face was impossible to hide.

Just before heading back to the room with the others, you and Hollis stepped outside the hotel and wandered to a nearby bridge. The city stretched out before you, vibrant neon lights glowing from every corner of Tokyo’s center, as the moonlight reflected off the water. You couldn’t help but take a deep breath, soaking in the beauty of it all while hugging the plush bunny close to your chest.

But the view that mattered most to Hollis wasn’t the city—it was you. Remembering what he’d said earlier that night, he pulled out his phone and started filming you. Your hair was swept back by the night breeze, your eyes fixed on the mesmerizing sight ahead.

You turned to him, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. “Hollis! What the fuck!”

He just laughed, lowering his phone a bit but keeping his gaze on you. “Couldn’t help it. You just looked... really pretty right now” he admitted, his voice softer than usual.

"Isn’t she pretty, y’all?" Hollis said, grinning at his phone before finally stopping the recording and slipping it into his pocket.

You shot him a glare, your tone serious, but your cheeks red.

"Don’t put that in the vlog, Hollis."

He just smirked, clearly enjoying teasing you.

"Oh, I definitely will."

You rolled your eyes, fighting back a smile. "Whatever. Let’s just go back."

You headed back to the hotel room with the others, keeping the camera rolling as they danced and lip-synced to random songs, jokingly fought eachother, and chatted excitedly about tomorrow’s show.

Eventually, everyone started winding down, collapsing onto the bed and couch. Laughter still echoed through the room as Nate and the others scrolled through the footage you’d taken. Hollis flopped down on the bed next to you, his shoulder brushing yours as he glanced at the screen.

“You got some good stuff today” he murmured, a lazy smile spreading across his face.

You chuckled. “Yeah, it was very fun filming you guys”

He nodded, his eyes still fixed on the screen, but you could tell his mind was somewhere else. After a moment, he looked over at you, a hint of seriousness softening his usual playful demeanor.

“Thanks for sticking around earlier. I know you could’ve just headed back with everyone else.”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. “I didn’t mind. Besides, it was fun…just the two of us hanging out together.” you said softly, your cheeks blushing. Hollis's smile grew a little wider, and he glanced down, almost like he was trying to hide his own blush.

“Yeah... it was,” he replied, his voice quieter than usual.

For a moment, neither of you said anything, the noise of the others fading into the background. You could feel your heart pounding a little harder than before, caught off guard by how close he was and the way his knee still brushing against yours.

Just then, someone shouted Hollis’s name, snapping both of you out of the moment. He cleared his throat and pushed himself up with a grin, throwing you one last glance before joining the others. As he walked away, you couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way you did—like there was something unspoken between you two the past few months, especially tonight.

It was around 1 am, and you stood out on the balcony, your hands resting on the glass railing as you lost yourself in the peaceful atmosphere of the city. The others were in the room, chatting and working on a new song, their voices muffled. Suddenly, the sound of the sliding door caught your attention, and you turned to see Hollis stepping out onto the balcony.

“Are you alright?” he asked, giving you a soft smile as he joined you by the railing.

“Just needed some air. It’s nice out here” you returned his smile.

He nodded, leaning his elbows on the glass next to you. For a moment, neither of you spoke, just listening to the distant hum of the city and the muffled laughter coming from inside. Your heart started beating faster at his presence, and his perfume lingering in the air made your mind hazy.

It wasn’t the first time you’d felt that spark between you two. Lately, it seemed to happen more and more—stolen glances, casual touches that didn’t feel so casual, and the way his voice softened whenever he spoke just to you. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were imagining it or if he was just good at hiding how he felt because he wouldn’t want to ruin your friendship.

You glanced at Hollis, your expression thoughtful. "Everything okay?"

He hesitated before answering, his gaze fixed on the city lights. "Yeah, I’m good. Just... thinking, I guess."

Gently, you nudged his shoulder, your touch sending a small jolt through him. "You know you can talk to me, right? Tell me what’s wrong."

He let out a soft, nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Nah, it’s nothing. I just... really enjoyed our time together tonight. I mean, I always do, but this was different. I just... I wanna spend more time with you like this... alone" His voice faltered, and he swallowed hard before finally looking at you, his eyes full of a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before. You felt your heart flutter, your cheeks warming at his words. Gathering a bit of courage, you took a small step closer, your fingers brushing against his.

"I’d like that too" you admitted softly and he moved his hand on yours.

"Yeah?"

You nodded, “Yeah, i like being with you…just us” looking up at his tall frame.

Hollis’s lips curved into a shy smile, his confidence wavering just a bit as his eyes flickered between yours and your lips. Taking a shaky breath, he leaned closer. For a moment, he hesitated, as if giving you a chance to pull away—but when you didn’t, he closed the distance and pressed his lips softly to yours.

You leaned in closer, deepening the kiss as your hands slid up to rest against his chest. Hollis responded by placing his hands on your waist, his thumb gently caressing your side, making your heart flutter. The kiss grew more confident, both of you lost in the warmth and softness of the moment.

Just then, the sound of the balcony door sliding open made you both pull apart, your faces flushed and breathing a little uneven. One of your friends poked their head out, completely oblivious to what they had just interrupted.

“ Yo, we’re ordering food—any preferences?” they called out, not noticing the way you and Hollis quickly stepped apart, trying to act casual.

Hollis cleared his throat, glancing at you with a small, sheepish smile before answering. “Uh... no, I’m good with anything.”

Your friend nodded and slipped back inside, leaving the two of you standing there with matching grins and hearts still racing.

After finishing your food, the tension between you and Hollis still lingered in the air, subtle yet unmistakable. Every now and then, your eyes would meet across the room, and a quiet thrill would race through you before one of you quickly looked away.

Eventually, everyone called it a night, saying their goodbyes before retreating to their rooms. You settled into bed, but sleep wouldn’t come easily. Your mind kept replaying the kiss, the feel of his hands on your waist, and the way he’d looked at you with that soft, vulnerable expression. No matter how much you tried to calm your thoughts, your heart wouldn’t stop racing, leaving you sleepless.

“Bro, come on, we’re gonna be late!” Nate called out to one of the guys to hurry.

You held the camera steady, capturing the chaos as everyone scrambled to get ready for Hollis’s show. Since last night’s kiss, nothing else had happened between you two. You’d been surrounded by the others all day, and although you couldn’t help but steal glances at Hollis whenever he was nearby, there hadn’t been a single moment alone together.

You sat in the VIP section of the venue, making sure to get the best angle for the vlog. The energy was electric—your friends on stage giving it their all, the crowd going wild with every song. You couldn’t help but get caught up in the excitement, a proud smile on your face as you filmed the unforgettable moments.

“That shit was crazyyy, bro!” Nate yelled into the camera, grinning from ear to ear as he threw his arm around one of the guys. The show had ended some minutes ago and everyone was backstage.

You panned the camera to catch Hollis as he fixed his earrings and wiped the sweat from his forehead, still catching his breath. When he noticed you filming, he shot you a lopsided smile and walked over, his eyes bright with excitement.

“How was it?” he asked, his voice a little raspy from performing.

You lowered the camera just enough to give him a genuine smile.

“Amazing. You killed it out there.”

His grin widened, and he hesitated for a moment before reaching out to squeeze your hand briefly, giving you a look that made your heart race all over again.

“Glad you were here to see it.”

Your cheeks warmed at the brief touch of his hand, and you barely had time to process it before someone called his name from across the room. Hollis gave you one last smile before walking over to join the others, who were already talking about heading back to the hotel.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your heartbeat as you continued filming the chaos backstage—everyone sharing stories, laughing, rapping and still buzzing with adrenaline. A little while later, when most of the guys had moved on to pack up their gear, you found yourself in a quieter corner, reviewing some of the footage on the camera.

Suddenly, Hollis appeared beside you, leaning against the wall with a casual, tired grin.

“You really got everything, huh?” he teased, nodding toward the camera.

You smiled back. “Yeah, pretty much. Gotta make sure the vlog captures it all.”

He hesitated for a second, looking around to make sure no one was listening. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice dropping to that gentle tone he used when it was just the two of you.

“About last night...I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you looked up to his eyes.

“Me too” you admitted, your voice almost a whisper.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little nervous despite his usual confidence.

“Can we maybe... talk later? Just us? I just... I don’t want that to be a one-time thing.”

A smile tugged at your lips as you nodded. “I’d like that.”

Relief washed over his face, and he shot you a smile before going back to packing his things.

“Born to do the most… forced to do the least”

Hollis said to the camera, doing a silly expression before breaking into a grin, making you laugh out loud as he lay on the bed, reviewing the footage for his “style” video clip.

After an hour or so, everyone eventually went to their rooms, calling it a night. You hadn’t gotten a chance to talk to Hollis alone, and the anticipation was starting to eat at you. You sat on the edge of your bed, absentmindedly scrolling through your phone when a soft knock sounded at your door.

You quickly set your phone down, crossing the room to open it. There stood Hollis, looking a little disheveled, his hair messy and his shirt slightly wrinkled, but you loved it.

“Hey” he whispered, glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one else was around.

“Nate’s finally knocked out. Mind if I come in?”

You stepped aside to let him in, your pulse quickening as he slipped inside and gently closed the door behind him. A shy smile tugged at your lips as you spoke.

“I was hoping you’d come”

He turned to look at you. “Yeah?…I really wanted to see you”

Hollis took a hesitant step closer, towering your short frame.

“Y/N... I feel so good when I’m with you” He said softly, his gaze locking onto yours.

“Lately, you’re all I can think about. I was kinda scared about kissing you—I didn’t want to mess things up between us—but... I really fucking enjoyed it.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and without thinking, you reached up and cupped his cheek. You looked him in the eyes, a soft, sultry look appearing on your face.

“Kiss me again, then” you whispered.

He didn’t hesitate this time. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as his lips met yours in a kiss that was deeper and more intense than the last. Your fingers threaded through his hair, and he let out a quiet, contented sigh against your mouth.

When you finally pulled apart, both of you were slightly breathless, and he rested his forehead against yours with a lazy, satisfied grin. His eyes softened as he looked at you, brushing his thumb along your cheek.

“I want more... with you,” he whispered, his voice low and sincere.

“I love you.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and a smile spread across your face as you cupped his face in your hands.

“I love you too” you whispered back, your voice full of honesty and warmth.

He couldn’t help but smile, his arms tightening around you as he kissed you again—this time slower, savoring every second. You took a deep breath and whispered.

“Can you sleep here tonight?”

“Yeah” he replied without hesitation.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

A wave of relief washed over you, and you couldn’t help but smile as he pulled you closer, his hands tracing gentle patterns on your back. You leaned into his embrace, resting your head against his chest as his fingers brushed through your hair.

For a moment, you stopped talking, just soaking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. You felt his heartbeat under your cheek, steady and comforting, and it made you realize how safe you felt with him.

“Feels so good being able to say how i feel to you now”

You nod, then soon after, you leaned up and kissed him again, slow and unhurried, like you had all the time in the world. Your hands moved from his shoulders to his chest, feeling the warmth radiating through his shirt. His grip on your waist tightened, and he pulled you even closer, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips. Your bodies pressed together, and a soft sigh escaped your lips.

The kiss grew hungrier, his hands roaming up your body as if he couldn’t get enough of being close to you. Your lips trailed down his jawline to his neck, leaving sloppy, heated kisses along his skin. You could feel him shiver under your touch as you sucked gently, leaving marks that made him let out a low, breathless groan.

His grip on your hips tightened, pulling you even closer, and you could feel his growing tent poking you. You moved to his ear, your lips brushing against it as you whispered,

“I want you”

A shaky breath escaped his lips, and he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and filled with desire.

“want you more”,

he whispered back, his hands sliding under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin.

His lips found yours again, more desperate this time, as if he couldn’t hold back anymore. He guided you to the bed, his body pressing against yours as his hands explored the skin under your shirt, never breaking the kiss. He sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap, leaving open mouthed kisses on your jaw and neck, making soft whines escape your mouth.

The sounds you made only making him harder, he put his hands on your hips, pushing you down on his erection. You slowly start grinding on him, moaning in his ear from the way his hard dick feels on your pussy.

“H-Hollis, wait” you stammered, suddenly gathering your thoughts and pulling back just enough to catch your breath.

He froze instantly, concern flashing across his face as he looked at you, his hands still resting on your waist. “Mh? What’s wrong?” he asked gently, his voice soft and reassuring.

You bit your lip, feeling a little embarrassed but knowing you needed to be honest.

“I just... I’ve never done this before,” you admitted, your cheeks burning.

His expression softened, and he cupped your cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing tenderly over your skin. “I know, baby” he whispered, the pet name making your heart flutter and your pussy wetter. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for. I’ll be gentle”

“Okay…” you whispered softly, the nervousness melting away as you looked into his eyes. Then, without a second thought, you closed the distance, crashing your lips onto his with a newfound confidence. He responded immediately, deepening the kiss as his hands slid down to your ass, firmly squeezing it. You start grinding on him again, wrapping your arms around his neck. You panted and moaned as he moved your hips on him faster. His hands moving to your shirt pulling it off of you, revealing your bare chest.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, makin’ me, mhp…so hard”

You whined in his ear, and he kissed your collarbone, pushing you harder against him, as he gently squeezed your tit, his fingers playing with your nipple.

“I’ve fantasized about this for so long” he admitted, caressing your ass.

“Mmh,fuck…need you—ahh…so bad” your small moans and whines filled the room.

“…‘m so close” you panted, your voice shaky as your hands gripped his shoulders tightly. He leaned close, kissing you, and suddenly picked you up and placed you on the bed, hovering on top of you. He placed soft kisses on your jaw, his hands moving to your sides.

“Let me take care of you, princess” he softly whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

He moved his hand under your shorts and panties, placing his fingers on your heat. You gasped at the feeling, arching your back. He smiled at your reaction, kissing your neck and biting on the marks he left before. He started moving his fingers on your clit in a circular motion, moans leaving your mouth as you held him close to you.

“mh, so wet ‘f me, baby” he muttered, feeling your wet folds.

He took his hand out of your panties, making you whine from the loss. He sat up, and placed soft kisses on your tummy, positioning himself between your thighs. He held onto the hem of your shorts, sliding them down with your panties, throwing them somewhere in the room.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby”

He wrapped his arms around your legs, leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs. You flinched under him, your breath quickening as you try to close your legs together from your embarrassment.

“Relax , princess, let me make you feel good, hm?

“O-Okay..” you stuttered and nodded, slowly opening your legs for him.

He went back to kissing your thighs, until you felt his slender fingers on your soaking cunt. He spread your folds, feeling your wetness, as he leaned closer and put his warm tongue on your clit, making you gasp and slightly pull on his hair. His mouth slowly moved faster, sucking and licking on your pussy. Your grip on his hair tightened as you arched your back, moaning and whining from the intense pleasure.

“You taste so good, princess…mmh” he whispered, his mouth vibrating on your clit. Suddenly, he slipped two fingers in your hole, stretching it out, his mouth never stopping, as you bit your lip trying to hold your moans from escaping. He moved faster and faster, devouring your swollen pussy, bringing you closer to your climax.

“ S-Stop–ahh…Hollis…”,

you managed to gasp out, your hands moving to his shoulders as you gently pushed his head away.

“Hm?”,

he asked softly, looking up at you, his tone full of worry. His hands eased their grip on you, giving you space as he searched your face for any sign of discomfort.

“Don’t wanna cum yet, wan you to fuck me” you whined.

Your words made his dick twitch, his eyes widened and breath quickened.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna do any—“

“Yes Hollis, fuck me…please, i need you” you immediately cut him off.

He swallowed hard, taking his shirt off in a swift motion, then his pants, and he hovered over you, kissing your lips softly, his hard bulge pushing on your pussy through his boxers.

“Want you…in me” you whispered in his ear, moving your hands to the hem of his boxers tugging on them.

“So eager for my dick, princess?” he cooed, as you whined and nodded fast. He then took his boxers off, his hard cock hitting his abdomen, making you drool at the sight. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily, as he grinded his bare dick on your heat, taking in his hand and rubbing it up and down your soaked folds.

“Mhp..fuck” you moaned.

He put his tip on your entrance, slowly pushing it in, not wanting to hurt you. You gasped from the sudden pain, tightening your grip on his back.

“Is this okay, baby?” he softly muttered in your ear, his voice gentle and full of care.

You swallowed back a shaky breath, your hands gripping his shoulders and you nodded.

“Y-Yeah... keep moving,” you reassured him, pulling him closer to you.

His lips brushed against your neck, planting soft kisses as he continued, his movements slow and careful, until he filled you up completely. Soft whines left your mouth, as you tried to catch your breath, adjusting to his size. He started moving again, carefully, going in and out of you, the pain you felt slowly turning into pleasure, and the tears forming in your eyes fell on your flushed cheeks.

“so tight ‘n warm”

His pace quickened, bringing your leg around his wait so he could thrust deeper into you. You panted and moaned uncontrollably, as he wrapped his hands tightly around your throat, lightly squeezing it, and kissing you passionately. His other hand moved on your clit, circling it with his thumb, still pounding into your tight hole.

“Ahh, ngh…feels s-so good” you whimpered, trying to speak properly as his hand squeezed your throat. Feeling overstimulated by his dick and thumb, you suddenly felt a tight knot in your tummy, and you tugged on his hair.

“mhh…’m gonna cum”

“Cum for me, princess…make a mess on my dick” he whispered in your ear, kissing your jaw.

And just by hearing that, you came, moaning his name, creaming his cock, your legs trembling as his thrusts became slower.

“Hold on a little more baby, fuck, i’m so close”

You squirmed under him. He gripped your hips, pushing them firmly on the bed, his fingers bruising your soft skin as he sloppily fucked your dripping pussy.

“Cum in me” you bawled.

“What?!You sure?”

“Yes, please…I love you”

And with a few more thrusts, he finishes in you, “Fuck…”, filling you up with his warm white liquid.

“I love you so much, fuck, my pretty girl”

He presses a soft kiss on your lips , and collapses onto you. For a moment you didn’t say anything, just trying to catch your breath, his cum leaking from your hole. He sits up, and puts his boxers back on.

“Let me clean you up, hm?”

Hollis slipped out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, returning with a towel. Gently, he cleaned your abdomen, his touch tender and careful, never breaking the comfortable silence between you. As he worked, he pressed soft, affectionate kisses along your stomach and up your body, making you giggle softly at the ticklish sensation.

Once he was done, he tossed the towel aside and climbed back into bed, pulling you into his arms. You nestled against his chest, feeling his heartbeat slow and steady beneath your cheek. He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, his voice low and full of warmth.

“You okay?”

You nodded, smiling sleepily.

“More than okay” you whispered, looking up to meet his gaze.

He grinned, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from your face.

“Good...I love you” he murmured, his thumb grazing your cheek.

“I love you too” you replied, leaning up to kiss him one more time, slow and sweet, before drifting to sleep in his embrace.

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Amnesia

Joaquin Torres x Stark!Reader

Summary: after a mission gone wrong and a two week long endured coma, you're left with a bit of memory loss.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: grief, mcu endgame spoilers, injury, hospital, amnesia, hurt/comfort, reader insert, Y/N, made up birthdate and mother

A/N: As promised yesterday. Warning this is some major emotional damage, but was so fun to write. This takes place further down the storyline of the Joaquin x Stark!reader stuff I've done before, but you don't have to have read them to understand this. Also I've tried to tag who I can but if I have forgotten anyone interested in my Joaquin stuff I'm sorry and hope this finds you all the same. Anyway, enjoy.

You had no idea how long you had been asleep. Couldn’t even remember taking yourself to bed. No doubt you had fallen asleep in front of the TV and your Dad had carried you up and tucked you in like he used to when you were five. But the more you stirred, the more you realised this bed felt too firm to be your own. And your body was propped at an awkward angle, almost like you’d fallen asleep in one of your Dad’s recliners.

But there was also too much background noise for you to be at home. The droning cacophony of voices sounding too echoey for you to have fallen asleep in the penthouse. And then there was the beeping. Steady and rhythmic like a heartbeat. As you forced your dry eyes to open and assess the situation fully you realised it wasn’t just any heart beat, it was yours. Pressure over your index finger signifying the monitor there. 

Okay, so you were in a hospital room, you realised, more features of the room coming into focus as you looked around the private room you were in. No doubt organised and paid for by your Dad. But how did you get here? What had happened to land you here? And who was the random guy at the side of your bed. You looked him over. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans. His arms looked fairly muscular beneath his jacket and you figured he was just one of Happy’s lackeys here to watch over you and keep you safe.

He wasn’t doing a very good job though seeing as he currently had one hand propped to his head and he was dozing. As you looked closer at his bronzed skin, you noticed he had heavy circles under his eyes, informing you he hadn’t been sleeping much lately. Maybe he had been here all night and was just waiting for Happy or someone to come relieve him for the day shift.

“Ah she’s finally awake,” a cheerful voice said from the doorway. You looked up to find a youthful blonde nurse standing with a clipboard in hand. At the sound of her voice, the man in the chair at your bedside shook himself awake, his fingers rubbing the tiredness from his eyes. He looked to where the voice came from in the doorway before seeming to fully realise what she had said as she entered the room and began to move around the other side of the bed towards you.

“I’m just going to check over some of your vitals to give to the Doctor and he’ll be in in a moment to talk you through everything. Okay?”

“Okay,” you confirmed.

Although your attention was focused on the nurse, you couldn’t help but notice the way the man at your side sat forward on his chair and reached out for you. “What time is it?” you turned and asked him, his hand reaching for his phone to check the time. “What time are my Dad or Happy gonna get here?” you asked him further and his face fell, his brow furrowing as you question sunk in and you realised, maybe this guy wasn’t with your Dad or Happy at all.

He looked up to the nurse concerned and when you turned to look at her too to put a voice to whatever silent information was in the room you couldn’t decipher, you noticed the similar face of confusion to the companion at your side.

Something wasn’t right, but you didn’t know what it was.

“Y/N?” the man at your side said hesitantly.

“Yes,” you said, wondering why he would say your name as if you wouldn’t recognise it or know who you are.

“Mr Torres, it’s alright,” the nurse said trying to settle him as she stepped forward to you, “Miss Stark I’m going to ask you a few questions and I want you to answer them to the best of your ability. Okay?” she asked in her kindly manner, her tone intentionally curated to try and put you at ease.

“Okay,” you confirmed, if not slightly hesitant.

“Can you tell me your full name?”

“Y/N Y/M/N Stark.”

“Perfect. And your date of birth?”

“07/07/1999” your replied and the nurse seemed to be satisfied with that.

“Can you tell me the names of your parents?”

“Meridith Holtzman and Tony Stark.”

“Okay, perfect.”

“And where do you currently live?”

“Stark Tower, Manhattan, New York.” The nurse looked at her notes and frowned. “Look, is my dad gonna be here soon or?” Your two companions in the room froze. “What? What is it?”

“Miss Stark, what year do you think it?” the nurse asked.

“It’s 2016. I literally just had my 17th birthday last week.”

The nurse and your male companion in the room looked at each other with concern. He quickly stood, his teeth nibbling at the skin around his thumb as he began to pace with worry. 

“Mr Torres, don’t worry. This can be quite common in coma patients. I’ll go get the doctor, he’ll be able to do a better assessment of her brain scan and give you a better analysis of what’s happening.” the nurse began to explain to him.

“And what do I do in the meantime. I mean, she clearly has no idea who I am.”

“Well, maybe reintroduce yourself. You never know, maybe it will jog her memory.” 

“Okay,” he said dejectedly. “Uh, thank you,” he quickly added as she began to leave.

“I’ll go get the doctor,” she reaffirmed to give him hope.

“Soooo, when’s my Dad getting here?” you asked him when he came back to your bedside.

“Ummm,” he said hesitantly before he let out a deep sigh. “Uhh, I really don’t know how to answer that,” he confided as he hung his head, struggling to keep eye contact with you.

“Well can you call Happy and find out?” 

“Y/N,” he implored, his hand reaching out for yours, his fingers brushing across the back of your hand making you tense up beneath his touch, “do you not recognise me at all?” he asked.

“Should I?” you asked hesitantly, slowly pulling your hand from this strange guy's touch, but his fingers got caught on a piece of jewelry on your finger. You looked down at the diamond ring confused. “Whose ring is this? Where did it come from?” you asked. Your words seemed to stab him like knives. “I’m sorry, who are you? I mean, I thought you worked for Happy, but? Look where is my Dad. I just want to see my Dad.” you said adamantly, slowly becoming distressed.

“Y/N,” he sighed again sympathetically, “your Dad died 4 years ago.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“In the battle against Thanos.”

“Who now?”

“Uh, fuck!” he grunted under his breath as his hand rubbed frustratedly over his face.

“Look, I don’t have a clue what’s going on?” you said, growing equally frustrated. “I don’t even know how I got here.”

“We were on a mission together. There was an accident.  I was distracted, I’m sorry,” he stressed. “God, this is all my fault,” he muttered to himself. “You sustained a head injury.” he continued to explain to you, trying to make himself calm down so as not to stress you out. “The doctors have had you in a coma for the last two weeks waiting for the swelling on your brain to go down.”

You paused and looked at him confused as you waited for the information to sink in. “So this isn’t 2016.” you said to him.

“No,” he confirmed. “It’s 2027.”

You looked at the sorrow in his eyes. The emotional pain on his face. You clearly meant a lot to him and you not currently recognising him was killing him. You looked again at the ring on your finger. “You gave me this?” you half asked, half stated.

“Yes,” he said quietly and nodded. You were both quiet for a moment as you took that in. “Oh wait,” he said, suddenly getting an idea and reaching for his phone. You watched as he typed in your birthday as his passcode. There was a picture of you and him and a dog as his background. Your hair was dyed in the picture, the ends purple and orange and when you looked down, you spotted the faded remnants of the color that hadn't been topped up in weeks. You lifted the ends up to inspect them closer.

“Here,” he said, leaning over the bed with the phone a picture up on the display. “This is us just after I proposed,” he said, a picture of both of your smiling faces on the screen with your ring clad hand being held up to the camera. He swiped and there was a picture of you both on the beach. “This is us in Hawaii last year,” he said. “This is us and your sister Morgan.” he said, swiping again.

“I have a sister?” you frowned in disbelief. The young girl looked no older than 7 in the picture but her features told you enough to know she was also your Father’s daughter. 

“Yeah. And this is Dougie.” he said, scrolling to a picture of you and the dog you saw as his phone background. “You adopted him last year when you were in the middle of your therapy” he informed you. 

Although it was information and sensory overload you couldn’t deny the photo evidence before you and let him go on as he continued to take you down memory lane. “And this is us with Cap in Cambodia a couple months ago.”

“I’m sorry who?” you frowned, recognising the suit and its colors, but not the man wearing them. 

“Captain America. You know, Sam.” he said, as if that should mean something to you.

“Wait, isn’t he one of the guys my Dad fought in Germany. I thought he was the Falcon. What happened to Uncle Steve?” you asked.

“Ummm, that’s a little more complicated to explain. He went back in time and became an old man and then when he came back he handed over the shield to Sam before he died and-”

“Wait-” you cut him off, “you’re telling me both my Dad and Steve are dead?” There was a pause between you as his guilt once again took over. “Captain America and Iron Man… are dead.” you said again, looking for confirmation.

“Well, Captain America isn’t dead. But Steve Rogers is, yes.”

“Okay…” you said, growing quiet as you let that sink in as he began to flick through photos again. After he’d swiped through another 3 and talked you through them, you finally said, “Who else is dead?” He froze. His silence was enough to confirm your Dad and Steve weren’t the only ones to die when fighting this Thanos person he had name dropped.

“Look who else died, Joaquin,’ you blurted out and he looked at you in surprise.

“You just said my name,” he beamed.

“I did,” you confirmed, not completely sure where you had pulled the name from.

“I think this is working,” he said. “Okay, this is a picture of you at your Dad and Pepper’s wedding,” he continued to flick through, some older pictures of you saved onto his phone too. “And this is you and Sam playing with Morgan. You opening the Heroes stadium in memory of your Dad, Steve and Natasha.”

“Natasha.” you said, the name falling from your lips as an image of the redhead flashed before your mind; her teaching you how to fight in the gym behind your Dad’s back. Tears began to fill your eyes as you slowly remembered the moment Clint came back without Nat, the memory hazy at the edges, but the strong emotional pain, fixing you to the most important part of the memory. “Natasha died.” you confirmed. She had been like your older sister. She’d taught you so many things over the years. Not just how to fight, but how to talk to boys and do your make up and- Your thoughts became a blur as all those memories crashed into you and as you continued to follow the thread, more and more started to come back to you.

“Joaquin?” you said, your voice broken and wobbly.

“Yeah, I’m here baby, I’m here.” he reassured as he climbed fully onto the small hospital bed and wrapped you up into his eyes and your grief hit you a fresh all over again. But as your grief washed over you like a tidal wave, other memories began to come to mind. Moments of grief. Joaquin sat with you on the floor as you cried. Him driving you to your therapy sessions. Him taking you to the shelter to pick out Dougie. He was your rock. The one who had been by your side and helped you heal.

“I’m sorry.” you said, as you sobbed into his shoulder. “I forgot you, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said, the hint of a smile to his voice, “you’re back now. You’re here now. Everything will be okay.”

“Joaquin, I love you,” you mumbled against his chest and he chuffed with relief.

“I love you too, baby. I love you too.”

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— THEIR FIRST MEETING ESPRESSO¡READER X LATTE¡MATT STURNIOLO (personal assistant¡matt au)

warnings: none, just super awkward and cute latte¡matt, heavily inspired by tag jones from friends, split pov. wc: 838 (intended lowercase)

readers pov: today was the day, after 5 years of doing this without help, managing your own meetings and struggling to do this on my own, you were finally hiring a personal assistant. you team had already hired one on your behalf.

from what you've heard, he's in his early 20s and has great organisational skills. he doesn't have much experience in this field, but you had pushed the team to hire people with little experience so they could use this job to gain some.

you walked into the building, before getting into the elevator and getting off at the floor of your office. once you get there, you push open the slightly heavy dark oak door to reveal your office. a neat room with a dark wood desk in the centre, clutter on both sides, pens and random sheets of paper scattered across it, you quickly organise and set up for your day before you hear a knock at the door to signify your assistant was finally here.

"come in," you say before sitting down at the main chair at your desk, signing a couple papers as he walks in.

"matt, right?" you ask, your tone confident as usual. you could tell he was jittery and almost, wait, was he nervous? "yes, ma'am, matt," he awkwardly says as he walks up to your desk.

while he was nervous, you could definitely work with this, he was well dressed, looked smart enough.

"well, matt, i've made you a list of things i need for you to do, meetings and stuff, you'll have your own desk, the one in the room right across from mine, you won't be alone, there are others there with you. if you need any help, just email me, or talk to them any time, they're super helpful," you say with a warm smile, trying to be as welcoming as possible, as you could still tell he was nervous. you hand him the sheet of paper with all the tasks you needed completing from him. he takes the list in both hands, nodding as he listens to show you he was actively hearing what you were saying.

"and please, never call me ma'am again," you say in attempt to lighten the mood, you see matt's face get a little anxious before lightening up again when he could tell you weren't offended.

"no ma'am, got it," he says with a small smile, "for now, is there anything i could do for you, get you a coffee, anything?"

"uhm, i'll have an espresso and a pain au chocolat, but here, take the company card," you say as you slide the metal black card across the table for him.

"thanks," he says, taking the card and the paper with all his tasks on it, before walking out of the office, closing the door behind him.

matt's pov:

"god, why am i so anxious?" he mutters to himself as he walks down to the coffee shop nearby. "that was pathetic, really, matt? 'yes, ma'am, matt'?? you just need to stop talking," he says in his head, almost embarrassed at his prior words.

"she was pretty, though, didn't expect her to be so young," he thinks as he walks into the elevator.

30 minutes later:

"fuck, she's gonna be so pissed, i'm so late," he says in his head as he runs back to the office.

he knocks on the door and hears her say, 'come in.' well that's a good sign; she didn't shout. he walks into the room carrying a small potted plant and her espresso, pain au chocolat, and my latte.

"espresso," he says stiffly as he places the drink down on her desk, she looks up at him with a smile, noticing the latte in his hand, "latte," she says repeating in the same awkward tone, which makes him smile a little, knowing she clearly wasn't annoyed at his lateness, despite her lack of anger, hei felt the need to apologise profusely.

"before you say, i'm late, i really, really apologise, but i just wanted to thank you for not laughing in my face earlier, and i noticed there aren't any plants in your office. so i thought i'd bring you your first," he looks around the room and spots a large potted plant in the corner by the desk. she looks over at him with a small smile, nonetheless, as he continues to dig himself into a hole.

"there is a plant in your office," he says with an awkward smile, "yea, i guess there is," she says lightly chuckling at his awkwardness.

"so, i guess i shouldn't put being attentive as my best trait on my resume." he says trying not to laugh at himself. "you won't need one of those just yet, go, get some work done, latte, i think you might like it here," she says with a smile, "but before you go, i'll take that plant, looks nice," she says jokingly, before he can say anything.

"sorry, again, sorry, i promise it won't happen again," he fumbles over his words, in attempt to get himself back together. which makes her smile again as he walks out of the office.

random notes i had for this au:

for latte¡matt: - reminds me of a more awkward version tag jones from friends, but with a slight coffee addiction, obviously. - his feelings about espresso¡reader are unclear, for now. - attempts to be super sweet and helpful, and succeeds every time.

for espresso¡reader: - super confident and self-aware. she is super professional, but also light-hearted when she wants to be. - an excellent boss, and tries to be as nice as possible whilst maintaining professionalism. - jokingly acts stern before letting it go right away.

similar au's: personalassistant¡chris and busyceo¡reader by @theyluvivi and employee matt and boss reader by @chrattho1

au masterlist: latte¡matt sturniolo x espresso¡reader

©ABSIFOFHWS 2025

[xmads-omensx]

Honestly Madsy if you're tired of my requests, let me know

Could you write a hc or something short for me where Noah comes home and reader is doing nails, lashes or something girly and he just hangs out with her and asks her stuff and wants to try it and is just a cutie🥹

Thank you so much, you're the best, I honestly admire your capacity do all of ours requests!💕

Pairing: Noah Sebastian X Reader

CW: none

After some encouragement I made him unnecessarily unhinged.

Tags: @shayeanna-ashlie @alwaysfightforwhoyouare @supersquirrel1996 @dontwantthemoney @tosoundlessdarkistare @bloody-spades @klutzy-kay24 @heyyoplayer @lacy1986 @collidewiththesav @kenjipepsi1 @follow-me-down-to-wonderland @chey-h @thisbicc @fadingangelwisp @heyyoplayer @dsireland86 @missduffsblog @overmydeadbodysblog @dominuslunae @littlebear423 @blade-dressed-in-red @rumoured-whispers @eclipseeetop @xxkittenkissesxx @theanarchymuse95 @blackveilomens @lilgarbitch @lil-garbitch @concretejunglefm @museonfilm @death-ofpeace-ofmind @xxkatsatwatwafflexx @kissestomyomens @flowery-mess @athenexe @oobleoob

You had been due a nail appointment for a while, but your go-to salon was packed.

Luckily, you knew how to do your own set, but you still preferred to get them done at a salon. The experience was nice.

So, you were sat in your bedroom, watching your favourite true crime podcast on youtube, doing your nails with your favourite soft drink (or a nice glass of wine) when your boyfriend barged into the room.

He dove onto the bed with a sigh, before screaming into the pillow.

"What are you doing?" You asked the 6'3 man who now lay sprawled out on your shared bed.

He looked at you for a moment before rolling back onto his front and screaming into the pillow again.

You sighed, going back to doing your nails.

"What are you doing?" He asked like a five year old.

You didn't reply to his question since he didn't reply to yours.

"Hey." He went on, rolling off of the bed and onto the floor before shuffling over to where you sat on his knees. "Fingers." He said bluntly pointing at your hands.

"I'm doing my nails." You replied with a whisper, concentrating on filing them into the shape that you wanted.

He sighed contently and say down with his legs crossed, flopping his head onto your lap.

"I'm staying here." He whispered to himself, making you smile.

"Okay." You relied with a whisper, still concentrating.

You sat like that for a while before Noah piped up again.

"Can I paint them?" He asked, making those stupid boba eyes that make you cave every time.

"Yeah bub." You replied, turning your hands to him and handing him the pale pink colour that you wanted them to be.

"You know what else is pink?" He smirked.

"Ew." You said in reply, twisting your face into a look of mild disgust at your boyfriend's random statement.

"Don't make it fucking weird." He scolded. "Obviously I was talking about the socks that I'm wearing." He said, rolling onto his back and wiggling his feet at you, which were in fact covered by pink socks.

You just looked at him in total disbelief.

"No I'm focusing now." He replied before delicately painting your nails for you.

He seemed to be really enjoying doing it as he was taking precise care with each nail, making sure that not a single bit of the polish ended up on your skin.

"Done." He whispered, sitting back to let you observe his work.

He seemed almost nervous.

"They look great baby." You replied, leaning forward to kiss his forehead.

He still seemed a little off.

"What's up?" You asked, tilting your head.

He said nothing but picked up the bottle of polish again, which looked tiny in his hands, and began to paint his own fingernails.

His ended up a lot messier and shakier, but he wouldn't let you help. He wanted to do it himself.

"Matching." He whispered, placing his head back onto your thigh.

"You okay baby?" You asked again.

"I'm gonna miss you." He muttered.

Then it hit you, he was leaving for tour the next day.

"Is that why you did your nails?" You asked. He nodded.

"To remind me of you so it's like you're there with me." He muttered.

You simply grabbed his hand and pulled him up, guiding him to the bed and gently pushing him onto it.

"Movie night?" You suggested, snuggling into his side.

"Yeah." He whispered, smiling softly and wrapping his arms around you.

You were definitely going to miss this when he was away.

[aliceramblez]

BroZone Brothers With An Insecure S/O 😔💗

Tags: GN! Reader, Self-Deprecating Jokes, Low Self-Esteem, Abandonment Issues, Slight Body Insecurities. Fluff/Comfort.

A/N: Here we go with our first request! I really liked this idea as someone who has low self-esteem, and honestly it goes to all of y'all who think you're not good enough— cause you are! Also sorry it took a bit! I've been sick because the universe hates me 🙃

Feel free to leave a request & hope you enjoy! ^^

John Dory

At first, he doesn't really know what to make of it.

He finds it a bit strange, but doesn't question your odd sense of humor, and will sometimes even join in on the joke by saying stuff about himself, thinking it's some sort of inside thing between the two of you.

“Man, I can't believe I'm so clingy, sorry! Feel free to use me as a bad example, at least that way I won't be totally useless, haha!”

“Ha! You think that's bad? Babe, you haven't even seen me when I'm up at night just staring at the ceiling contemplating my life choices.”

It isn't until getting a good smack from Bruce and Floyd that he realizes you're actually being serious. And the prospect of that kinda puzzles him, not gonna lie.

“Look at you, tiger! Got yourself plenty of groupies already— Not surprising honestly. Don't have to worry about backups when you decide you're ready to move on, either!”

After a performance at the Pop Troll village, everyone is gushing over BroZone because of course they are. JD only barely manages to squeeze past the number of fans to get to you on the other side of the podium.

The oldest sibling looks at you in shock, and has to get closer to make sure he heard you right. “Babe, why would you say that?”

Caught off guard, you manage a nervous chuckle as you play with your hair. “I-I mean... Wow, would you look at the time! We gotta meet with Poppy and the others!”

John Dory stops you on your tracks and demands an explanation, which isn't really good for your poor heart. All you can do is kick the dirt and avoid his gaze, since that makes what you're about to say much easier to voice aloud.

“I mean... You're John Dory. You could date any troll you wanted and yet you're sticking with me. It honestly feels like a dream sometimes... And I'm scared of the day you realize you can do WAY better and decide to leave me.”

After processing this, he immediately holds your face in his hands and gives you the most serious expression you've ever seen on him. “I don't want just any random troll... I want you. You're my number one fan, and I'm yours, so don't even think about stuff like that, okay?”

After the exchange, he's always on the lookout for whenever your bad habit wants to kick in again and is ready to stop it ASAP

Spruce/Bruce

He notices it happens mostly when you're working at the cantina.

Whenever you get an order wrong, trip over your own feet or don't remember how to work one of the machines properly, you'll go into an awkward insecure flight response.

You'll say “Oops! Sorry! Clumsy Twinkle Toes, coming through!” while grinning and laughing along with the customers, but Bruce knows that it's affecting you more than you lead on.

It also happens whenever BroZone is getting ready to perform and you don't know what to do with yourself since you're “standing in the way”, despite being told multiple times that it's okay for you to be backstage with everyone else.

When he talks to you about it, you get really uncomfortable and just say that it's no big deal and that you can handle it.

“I've always been a clumsy person, so I guess that's always making me doubt myself over the smallest of things... Sorry if it's annoying.”

Bruce will then proceed to give you a huge warm hug and a kiss on the forehead as he whispers comforting words into your ear.

“Hey, I can be clumsy too! I've always been the worst out of everyone when it comes to choreography. Don't tell JD though, cause I know he'll throw a fit knowing I don't practice.”

He'll throw in other examples that may seem inconsequential to you, but you appreciate the effort nonetheless and smile and giggle through the embarrassing stories he shares.

He helps you get more confident by being there with you while taking orders at the cantina and praising you whenever you get something right— albeit in private as to not embarrass you.

Same goes with rehearsals, where he WILL drag you into the lounge area to hang with his brothers and/or Poppy and Viva when they decide to visit, too.

Overall he wants what's best for you and will try and push you out of your comfort zone, but only in a safe environment where he knows that if something does go wrong, it won't be as catastrophic as you make it out to be in your head.

You never stop thanking him for being your crutch during these times.

Clay

The moment he hears the words come out of your mouth he's completely flabbergasted.

First of all, who said those things to you? Because he swears he just wants to talk to them—

It's at a sleepover with his brothers and the gals at the Bergen Golf Course, and among the many games, snacks and movies watched, pictures are also taken.

As soon as you take a look at the array of selfies, you let out what sounds like a mix between a laugh and a sigh.

“I mean, at least it stays consistent— in photos, I look ugly. And in real life, I'm also ugly!”

As soon as those words leave your lips, Clay is at your side with an almost unreadable expression, only to snatch one of the photos from your hands. “How DARE you say that about the most attractive troll I've ever met? Shame on you!”

He then starts going around the room waving the picture around to his brothers, saying stuff like “Look how attractive my S/O is! I'm dating them!” while you're just blushing profusely and begging him to stop (even though deep down your kinda giddy about it).

After that day, Clay will do small gestures in which he reminds you how beautiful he thinks you are. Everything to outright saying it each morning, joking about it with his brothers, and even bragging about you to his friends in the Bergen Golf Course.

He's a simp and he's totally okay with that because it's you.

Clay feels like he's the luckiest troll in the world for being able to snatch someone like you since he's “the most boring and uninteresting of the bunch”, so he feels like he's hit the jackpot.

You immediately tell him that he's not boring to you and that he's the best boyfriend ever, which only causes him to smirk.

“Doesn't feel good to know the person you love feels so bad about themselves, does it?”

Finally realizing his reverse psychology, you give in with a laugh. “No, it doesn't. I guess... We can both work on that? Together?”

And so you do, and end up helping each other whenever one is feeling down in the dumps, as a sort of personal cheerleader. You truly couldn't have asked for someone better.

Floyd

You're the kind of person who's very vocal about your interests.

So it's no surprise that you have to catch yourself mid-ramble whenever you're talking about something you're either interested in or knowledgeable about. And with Floyd being such a good listener, it honestly slips your mind more times than you'd prefer.

After realizing you've been talking for too long, you turn pink in the face and start apologizing profusely.

“Sorry! You probably didn't need to hear all of that. They didn't call me ‘Chatter Box’ when I was younger for nothing! Haha...”

But Floyd could care less about any of that. He loves hearing you talk, not just because he's not much of a chatty person, but because he just finds it incredibly endearing.

He'll hold your hands in his own and give you the softest smile ever that just makes you think that it should be illegal to be THIS sweet.

“You're just so cute when you get lost in the moment like that. Besides, I love seeing you happy. By all means, I'm glad you get to do the talking for the both of us, otherwise we wouldn't get anywhere in this relationship.”

You laugh at his attempt to make you feel better and melt under the touch of his lips on your cheek.

After that, whenever you go out either just the two of you or with your group of friends, Floyd will encourage you to express yourself. He does this by either asking you a question directly or subtly incorporating you into the conversation by saying something like. “I think (y/n) knows about this kinda stuff. Don't you, love?”

Obviously this all happens with your consent beforehand, since he doesn't want to put you in a tight spot, either.

Either way, he always values whatever you have to say, since you always bring in new perspectives that maybe others didn't think about before.

He will also encourage you to be yourself and not try and match your topics of conversation with things you think other people will find interesting. You deserve to be happy by sharing what you love with the world.

Poppy and Viva are huge helps in the art of feeling confident by speaking your mind, and Floyd couldn't be happier for you.

You thank him by telling him about your day each night, in which sometimes he'll fall asleep to the soothing sound of your voice, which only warms your heart on so many levels.

“Goodnight, my prince.”

“Goodnight, my little chatter box.”

Branch

Just like Clay, this man is ready to throw hands.

Just give him a name and he'll get the job done before sunrise—

He notices that sometimes you struggle with finding outfits for different occasions, either something casual, dressy, classy, etc.

But it's not because you don't have anything in your wardrobe, on the contrary it's pretty much brimming. It's more the fact that you're not satisfied with any of them because you feel like you don't look good in them.

Branch tries to convince you otherwise, saying that you look great no matter what you wear, but you can't help but feel self-conscious in anything that isn't a good old sweatshirt.

He isn't knowledgeable in fashion (clearly) so he enlists the help of Poppy and The Snack Pack to try and cater outfits to your exact measurements, along with any other nitpicks you've had in the past with either texture or material.

I mean, Branch has backup plans to his backup plans, you think he wouldn't keep notes on what kind of stuff his S/O doesn't like— INCLUDING mundane stuff like their clothing?

He surprises you with these, and you can't help but feel attractive in them since he paid extra attending to the complaints you had from your own designs.

“I personally think you look great no matter what you wear. But if you feel so strongly about it, might as well get some stuff you'll actually enjoy wearing.” He'd said when you asked why he did it, and your heart just melted.

You vow to try and work on your self-imagine regardless, which he gets happy over and says he can't wait for you to see yourself the way he does.

[welcometololaland]

i'm sure i'm gonna make something super emosh (sylvanian drama anyone??) after the final ep but this was such a cute game idea by @thisbuildinghasfeelings so i wanted to jump on board!

ty also for the tags @strandnreyes and @everlastingday 💜

1. THE DAY SOMEONE SENT A VIDEO OF THE PROPOSAL™️ TO THE POPCORN SQUAD AND MADE ME USELESS FOR TARLOS

i think i'm gonna blame @three-drink-amy. lives were changed (my life was changed). i played that damn video 9384209348 times. i immediately had fic thoughts. i basically didn't leave my couch for an entire day. i made my partner watch it (confusion). i cried internally. i wanted to KNOW THESE CHARACTERS!!! and even after years, i feel like i'm still untangling all the threads of tk strand and carlos reyes, and i love that <3

2. THE SEVEN CONSECUTIVE WEEKS OF WRITING 10-15K OF PURE CHAOS

looking back. we were insane for the choice to write the ring-in (@dustratcentral and @rmd-writes) on a week-by-week basis, but i'd probably do it again. it remains my third most popular fic of all time and although i don't super understand it, i feel like the people felt the chaos vibes and were drawn in. i think the mess of writing, beta reading and vibing made for some magic.

3. CO-WRITES. ALL OF THEM.

i love co-writing. i love creating magic with someone else. i love sharing in the thrill of posting, and i'm very fortunate to have had many people in this fandom trust me enough to take the wheel (partially).

4. LEARNING ABOUT TARLOS, THE FANDOM AND ALSO ME

sounds stupid but literally just getting in the HEADS of the characters. watching the eps over and over, reading through the discourse, talking and talking and talking and talking about ideas and head-canons and specific character traits with anyone who would lend me an ear. learning from people who had been in the fandom way longer than me, learning from (dare i say it) anons, learning from my own mistakes. this fandom has taught me a lot about myself, writing, tarlos, fandom and a bunch of other stuff. i know this is a cop out because it's not a single memory or a time point but!!!!!! i never said i would play by the rules!!!!

5. PEOPLE

whether we spoke for five months or five minutes, you told me a random story about your pet or we just chatted about the show, you read my fics or I read yours or whether we just co-existed, whether you consider us friends or not, honestly, thank you. the way i look at it, my life is enriched by every interaction on here, because without lone star, without fandom, without tumblr, i never would have known you at all.

(BONUS: 4 x 16. WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS MY FAVOURITE TARLOS SCENE! SOULMATES BABY!)

open tag <3

@guardian-angle22 @reyesstrand @lutavero @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses

@ramblingdisaster73 @danieljradcliffe @fitzherbertssmolder @she-walked-away @liminalmemories21

@reasonandfaithinharmony @alrightbuckaroo @firstprince-history-huh @ironheartwriter @emsprovisions

@ladyknight1512 @carlos-tk @bonheur-cafe @queen-saltyfries @lemonlyman-dotcom

@actual-sleeping-beauty @herefortarlos @rangersoup @tellmegoodbye @marjansmarwani

@nancys-braids @captain-gillian @saguaroblossom @eclectic-sassycoweyes @lightningboltreader

@chicgeekgirl89 @theghostofashton @whatsintheboxmh @freneticfloetry @detective-giggles

[seokjinsonlyone]

How do you think each of the members are like as a best friend? I'm curious as to your take. You always somehow get them spot on.

a/n: first of all,,, thank you!!! second idk if this is what you was looking for but it turned out to be a luh calm mini headcanon,,, lemme know what u think 🫢

namjoon:

wants to hang out 24/7; always tries to make you be friends with his other friends so he can have one huge super group of friends to hang out with all the time

lowkey your biggest opp; like you’ll be having a heart to heart ranting about your life and what’s going on and “why is it always me? 😩” and then he’ll read you for filth detailing exactly why whatever’s happening is happening and what you need to do to fix it; and you sitting there like 🤥 because you was just tryna complain

perpetually busy but will literally drop whatever he’s doing the second you say you need him

seokjin:

people wonder if y’all are even friends because all you do is bicker because neither of you can fight the urge to play devil’s advocate on every single subject

the type to be the brother you never wanted; always tryna scare your boo things away; loves either going to your family home or having you at his; randomly puts you in headlocks to assert dominance; posts awful 0.5 pics of you on his close friends story

he may play with you but he don’t play about you; he can be mean to you because he loves you but it’s a no for everyone else; 100% not afraid to check someone who say something slick about you

yoongi:

likes to buy you random gifts in lieu of actually expressing affection

takes pride in being your bestie; if anyone else claims to be your best friend he’s gonna look at them funny and give them some push back; goes to you later on to confirm that He is in fact your best friend as if you’re not allowed to have more than one

regardless of whether it’s his cup of tea or not when you want to do something with him he always goes along with it

hoseok:

sends or tags you in every single video he finds even slightly amusing and expects you to react to them all; (bonus) you’d definitely make one of those muni long made for me videos

the one you call when you’re bored at work and y’all stay on the phone yapping for the rest of your shift

your shopping buddy!; sometimes you’ll both order a stuff online or maybe you’ll go thrifting or to target or something and then go back to his place and do a lil fashion show with all the stuff you bought

jimin:

would have the type of relationship with you that makes prospective partners suspicious because y’all are too close; it’s not your fault that people don’t understand y’all soul ties!!

the devil on your shoulder at all times; he’s the one you go to when you want validation to do something you know you shouldn’t do

whatever someone tells jimin they sign up to telling you too; you’re a package deal <3; there’s an actual tea party that takes place once a month that’s dedicated to spilling tea

taehyung:

the type to stick beside you no matter what; doesn’t matter how wrong you are no one gon ever catch him on anyone else’s side

has an uncanny ability to talk you into his harebrained schemes so you’re always getting into escapades and shenanigans

follows you on spotify to monitor and critique what you’re listening to; you’ll get random screenshots of what you’re listening to and what he thinks you should be listening to; never admits when you put him on to an artist or song

jungkook:

a fellow dnd warrior; may not have your back immediately but he will always have it eventually

you speak in terms of tiktok audios and obscure references of things that happen in your day to day life that were unreal

y’all will agree to go on a diet together and then proceed to watch mukbang/cooking videos for 3 hours and end up breaking the diet within a day of starting it

[hisui-dreamer]

rewrite the stars

Characters: Leona, Azul, Jade, Idia

Synopsis: if the stars say we're not meant to be, then why don't we just rewrite the stars?

Tags: horoscopes, reader is insecure, crack(?), fluff, comfort, not proofread

Word count: 1.4k+

Notes: rewrite the stars got stuck in my head then this idea popped up hehe

Disclaimer: i don't really know a lot about astrology, so most of the things i say are from google searches. in general, take astrology with a grain of salt yeah.

but also my sign and jade's sign are compatible hehehe

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it's not easy being confident in love, and sometimes when you get so lost in your fears, you let anyone and anything tell you what you fear to admit, without a care for how truthful those words may be.

truthfully, if you were dead serious and broke up with him, he'd just grumble out a "whatever" and put up the façade that he doesn't care

but he'd actually be so mad at himself for pushing you away and how nothing in his life could ever go smoothly

but your eyes are swollen and tears are threatening to spill as you whisper those words

he silently approaches you, and instinctively reaches to brush your tears away, but his warm, calloused hand only makes you cry harder at how much you love the man before your eyes

he pulls you into his arms and holds you close as you sob into his chest

he doesn't say anything and waits for you to elaborate, there's a part of him that's afraid if he asked you why you wanted to break up with him, he couldn't bear how his own self-hatred

once you've calmed down, you start explaining how you two are incompatible in astrology, that he's a leo so it's easy for miscommunication to happen and other issues that have plagued you since you read about them

he's heard all this make believe astrology personality stuff before, but never before has he been glad of how ridiculous the idea is

you hear leona let out a big sigh, and the tension in his shoulders immediately lessens

pulls away from you to stare deep into your eyes, his face completely serious and solemn

"Herbivore, are you happy with me?" he asks. At you confused face, he repeats the question, his expression unchanging. When you nod firmly, he smiles slightly and asks again. "Then what else matters? As if I would let the souls of the past kings or some random star talk decide who I'm gonna love," he scowls at the idea. He leans forward and rests his forehead against yours. "You're stuck with me now, I'm not lettin' ya go that easily," he whispers.

He pulls you with him as he falls back onto the mattress, cradling you in his arms. "Sleep. You're not a baby anymore so don't go crying yourself to sleep," he teases, but he gently kisses the remainder of your tears away.

azul.exe has stopped functioning

blubbering like a fish out of water (wait...) he's lost and hurt and confused and panicking all at the same time

"w-w-what have i done to upset you angelfish????"

the tweels walk into azuls office just to see the two of you crying and confused, azul trying to ask you why and he's sad and crying, you're stumbling over your words and sniffing and crying

ok after a glass of warm water (thank you jade) the two of you calm down to actually have a proper conversation, though azul is still very obviously tense

you explain that he's a Pisces and that means you two not compatible with how sensitive he is and he's a water sign and so on

azul is very confused about how stars can determine people's personalities, but he does fit the description of a Pisces, and if his beloved Angelfish is stressed over astrology, then it must be a reliable tell (azul no)

he asks for you to give him some time, to actually understand your reasonings and of course, to give him a chance and prove to you how willing he is to work out a relationship with you

the next day, azul visits you with very deep dark eye circles, but the glint in his eyes shows full determination and confidence

azul businessman mode on!

sits you down and pulls up a slideshow

azul ashengrotto is now an astrology expert!

he's determined to show you that you two have maximum compatibility and whatever issues you have? he'll always work them out with you

"Darling, you mentioned our Sun signs yesterday, but I think it's crucial to also discuss our rising, moon, and star signs." He declares as he points to a star chart. "Now, following the calculations of our birth dates and locations..."

An hour later, you sit completely convinced that astrology all but supports your relationship with Azul, and you can't help smile and jump into his arms. Azul, sleep deprived and running on anxiety, somehow manages to not fall over, but soon leans his weight on you. "See? We're perfectly compatible with each other," he murmurs against your ear. His arms wrap around you, squeezing you gently, "so please don't leave me, I wouldn't know what to do without you..."

eyes wide slowly blinking like "... I beg your pardon?"

honestly jade doesn't look that surprised/hurt

but really he's suppressing the turmoil of emotions inside him

ever the logical thinker, he'd ask a calm "May I ask why, my dear?"

and you surprise him again with flowing tears and a trembling voice

though he's listening very patiently as he's diligently wiping away your tears with his handkerchief, soft careful movements to avoid causing discomfort

asks questions when he doesn't understand what in astrology is going on, genuinely making an effort to understand this field of academics

in a sense, he's distracting you from being upset with academic discussion

okay, he's a Scorpio, which makes him good at manipulating people??? and he's very bold??

now while he finds all this very interesting and slightly accurate, it still feels pretty whimsical that the time you're born in determines your personality

particularly as he's so different to Floyd! and they were born at the same time!

whichever the case, the more pressing issue is his dearest lover sniffing and whining that you could never be happy together with how incompatible you are

he pulls you into his chest for a bit, rubbing soothing circles into your back and leaving gentle kisses you until your sniffing quiets down

"Dearest, won't you look at me?" he murmurs against your ear. You look up to see the most tender expression you had ever seen on him, his mismatched eyes filled with warmth and affection.

"While it is indeed extremely unfortunate that our star signs are incompatible, I don't believe there's a single person out there who could love me better than you do," he says as he kisses your hand. "I promise that your happiness will always be my utmost priority, so won't you continue to love this silly eel?"

"Now, while I will always find you enchantingly beautiful, I do believe a smile shines the brightest on my lovely pearl," he smiles while brushing the remaining wetness away from your eyes.

simply put, idia panics immediately

every day he thinks the fates have been far too kind to him for you to even reciprocate his feelings

he's always mentally preparing himself if you want to break up or you need to leave him

so he puts up a brave face when you say you can't be together

but wait... you actually look really upset and on the verge of tears???

"Hold up, why are you the one crying?"

please don't tell him those are tears of joy i think he'd die on the spot

through sobs and sniffs, you tell him that you were curious about your compatibility based on astrology

and okay...? he's a fire sign??? explains the hair

okay so you're telling him, you're breaking up with him solely because you think this thing might be right and not because you hate him, right?

brb gotta blow up some stars

starts mumbling about some plans to build space missiles and blow up some stars that make up his sign or something

he can't be an asparagus(??? idia no it's sagittarius doesn't matter) if the constellation no longer exists, right?

you stop him (thank god) by cupping both of his cheeks to make him stare straight at you

he's flushing up instantly and every fiber of his being yearned to turn away but your teary gaze makes him stop squirming

"You know," he begins, his voice earnest and steady, "everyday, I can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life. If you're unworthy of me, then I'm unworthy of you."

He lets out a chuckle, that rumble echoing right into your ear. "I suppose I can put those star destroyer blueprints on hold, at least for the time being. But if the stars ever mess with us again, it's game over for them."

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[moonbiscuitsims]

SIMDEW VALLEY SET 🍄👩🏿‍🌾🐷🐴🐄🧙🏿‍♂️🌻🌽

Stardew Valley Pixel Art Floors/Walls/Deco (TS4) Download Below

Aside from a couple most of these pics are just the demo pics showing what's included, more CC in game pics can be seen here

🍄Misc Large Decals

In order: Junimo huts + large Junimos, Holdiay Decor and "sky decor", furniture items, rarecrows, plants.

🍄Wall Decals Paintings and Banners:

🍄Wall Decals Misc small:

Adventure stuff and boots, small junimos, random furniture items slime monsters different expressions

🍄Wall decals Gems and Minerals:

I didn't do them all, just some that I liked.

🍄Wall decals farm animals

🍄Wall decals Fishing

Again just the fish I wanted to do, not all:

🍄Wall decals Harvestables, Crops, Products:

Here's a random in game pic (see more in links provided at top or bottom of post), all decals show through glass too!

🍄Stardew Valley Villagers (yes the bear is a villager I refuse to accept otherwise) portraits

The portraits are the only item with actual dimension, I recoloured a base game framed painting, so these are not flat like the rest of decals. (they look a bit orange but that's just my mood lighting)

🍄Walls and Flooring (indoor and outdoor flooring)

I did all the ones you see here:

For the floors I made a large and small version of all:

🍄You can see more CC in game pics in my wip post here

Are you sick and tired of those smooth graphics from Sims 4? Do you wish you could replace those pesky curves and detailed HQ textures with nothing but square pixel heaven and flat colours? To be finally rid of all those 3D bump/light effects and replace them with volume-less cardboard cut-out illusion and imagination? Do you want your build/game to look just like Stardew Valley? Or do you simply think that if the sims team are gonna give us low poly and low quality meshes and textures might as well do it properly? Fear not! The solution is here! I made a new Stardew Valley save (why I need yet another save that I'll never have time to complete I don't know) and tried my first build, the recreation of my current (and only) farm. It was ok but I got frustrated at how "Sims 4" everything looked, and checked for stardew valley cc conversions, art, decor but only find people making it using sims 4 stuff, which is probably the most logical thing but not for me! So I made this as there are plenty of game assets from Stardew Valley available online and however tedious and time-consuming resizing the tiniest of pixel art images is to fit Sims 4, it is fairly easy and doable, so I did it. I did skip some items in each category as there are way too many and just did the ones I like, sorry if there was one I didn't include. Also there are some floors in the game or icons that I couldn't find. Some Junimos were taken from the internet but most are individually resized game assets. INFO: all decals in wall deco, all are zero simoleons, and the portraits are 10. You can find my stuff typing "moonbiscuitsims" or "stardew". All have correct colour filter tags and removed "talk to object (insane)" and "can be struck by lightning" (these things annoy me or could cause more distractions for my sims, sorry if you like this though I'm sure there are plenty of objects to talk to/ lightning strikable objects). I don't know if this has an effect. All the portraits are just tagged as brown. All are resizable to your liking. Forgot to mention the floors i think are in wood flooring and outdoor flooring; and I think the walls in panelling. REQUIREMENTS: Nada, nothing. Just base game. (though I did accidentally make one item from a get to work decal by mistake, I remade it to fix it and I've play tested everything, but let me know if something doesn't show up.

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[grammarpedant]

Crashes in here, hi this is my main blog and I just saw the tags you left on my art of Miki and the CombatBot and I'm going just a little insane over them. I've been thinking of a fic from Miki's POV for Rogue Protocol for a while and while I don't think I have the skill to pull that off I am SO EXCITED to see that someone else has had the same thought!!! Urg... I just love Miki so so much and seeing how the events unfold from its POV would be so interesting.

I think I gotta go draw Miki some more now hehe. Good luck with writing!!

(the Miki art in question)

Hehe, right? Miki is SUCH a character full of so many hidden depths and surprises, greatest of all is that it's also exactly what it looks like on the surface, in full sincerity: a sweet, kind person of a bot that cared very deeply about its friends and wanted to be able to count Murderbot among them. It also deliberately obfuscates the truth from Murderbot and from Don Abene alike on multiple occasions, it seems to sense what MB means and feels through the feed almost better than MB itself, it's a science bot with visual magnification abilities beyond MB's, when it's stressed and pressed for time it stops trying to talk like a human and goes back to its native code language; Miki has in-jokes with its human friends, but I never had a friend like me. And that's just random stuff I pulled from skimming the book looking for something else! Miki is just such a fascinating character!!

And in this fandom we just LOVE our outsider POVs, haha. I'm sure others have done or tried to do Miki POV of the book before, but I'm gonna use this moment as an opportunity to gush about the thing I want to write- I left the tags that I did because what came to me first was the bit leading up to the same scene you've depicted, the tragic beauty of Miki choosing the trajectory that it did. I have a heartwrenching final scene of Miki's POV in those moments that I absolutely cannot show anyone, not least because the scene simply will not hit as hard as it could unless I actually lay the groundwork that would give it a real punch.

Miki would be about (is about) self-determination, right, obviously. But the Miki POV I want to write would also be about a character caught between connection and alienation, a bot among humans and all that entails. —People love and protect Miki, yes, but do they understand it? Don Abene loved it, and Miki loved her too, and what about all the times they struggled to understand each other? The work that it takes to overcome miscommunication? How does Miki feel, knowing that there are some experiences it just cannot share with its human friends, nor they with it? Do they understand each other regardless? Does anybody ever really understand another person? —Miki has a way of talking that's a little clipped and which may seem "childish" to a reader at first glance; given that in times of stress it defaults back to a nonverbal-to-humans mode of bot communication, might we draw parallels between it and the semiverbal disabled experience? —For perhaps the first time in its life Miki met someone who could understand it reflexively, instinctively, empathize with its machinic experiences almost effortlessly. How does it understand this person's refusal to accept the vulnerability of connection? Does Miki understand Murderbot, and if so how much? In what ways?

Those are the themes I'd want to pull at, and to do so I'd use the motifs of Miki's scientific research function. Its literal ability to perceive the world differently from both humans and from MB, its framing of the world through numbers and measurement and factoids and analysis that is nevertheless beautiful to it, even when it struggles to put that beauty to human words. Names. Identity. Choice and free will. Emotion and connection. What Miki was thinking when it looked at MB's camera at the nebula storm and said, Pretty! The jokes and media and little moments it shares with Don Abene. The love and happiness that made it so secure in itself. If I could just get through the groundwork of it all... it would be beautiful. At least as beautiful as the art you drew.

Anyway, I hope you keep drawing Miki, friend! The art you did has already inspired me a bit more 🥰

[visualtaehyun]

Hi, have you seen all the drama that happened recently? I mean them scolding fans?

I have, now. :<

I've listened to their twt space (excerpts translated here), read P'Zee's tweet (translation here), read P'Aof's tweet, retraced how exactly this escalated from P'Nat, aka Phuwanet, replying to an anti to people literally leaving the fandom and pointing fingers 🤡

I haven't had to block and report this many people on twt since May 31 last year - and I still remember that date very clearly!! because it was the exact. same. bullshit! Back then one of their stylists, BM, caught a lot of flak for styling choices that weren't even his choices but there's been countless fans who just dislike his styling choices to begin with. I still have New's IG story from that night saved (back then he was even more afraid to hurt fans' feelings by speaking up than he still is now) wherein he also asked fans to calm down, trust him in his choices, and that he'll always speak up if he's not okay with something. I also still remember my rant from that night - a lot of unpleasant behavior I'd noticed in the fandom back then, znn addressed in their twt space last night even! Which tells me all I need to know, really, in how little twt fans have changed within this year, despite znn speaking up numerous times (I was gonna link a tiktok live New did a while ago where he also addressed fans about their comments/behavior but I can't remember or find it anymore now that he's done so many tiktok lives slskdls).

Now, P'Nat also got criticized by netizens for New's look during the Baby Bright x Beautrium event the other day - which, again, wasn't even done by him but by P'Fae, another makeup artist of znn's. From a professional and the company's standpoint, I do see how it's not a good look to 1) reply to an incisively worded comment 2) by an anti 3) with a non-company account 4) while also tagging the artist that's being talked about. But this entire thing got blown completely out of proportion. After znn did their space trying to explain why some things are the way they are and how much of it is truly their own choices or only happens in conversation with their team, it seems like large parts of their fandoms were upset afterwards 🫠 Because "znn are here trying to protect the culprit while the culprit hasn't even apologized for inciting a fan war" and "the company only ever extends kindness, attention, and gratitude to their team and staff but never to fans and consumers" and "stuff like this keeps happening and Khun Aof keeps apologizing and promising change yet nothing changes" and "congrats, Phuwanet, for causing countless fans to leave the fandom" 🤡

The sheer amount of mean-spirited and outright hateful comments under P'Nat's last tweet about the matter or in quote twts are baffling yet not at all shocking. 😞 It honestly took me a while to collect myself after reading all these awful comments directed at him and P'Aof.

For one, it keeps breaking my heart that people as lovely and sweet as Nong New and P'Zee could have fanclubs who actually think it's in any way okay to speak to other human beings like that. Unfortunately, those exact people are the ones that'll never listen to znn when they ask folks to speak kindly when giving feedback.

And the other thing that bugs me is how netizens seem to think they get a say in everything but especially regarding znn's style, hair, and makeup, completely undermining 1) the stylists' skills and 2) znn's own choices. Listen I'm a baker by profession and there's literally nothing that makes my blood boil as much as customers devaluing my colleagues' and my work or acting like their uninformed feedback is helpful. So I fully understand how annoying it must be for their stylists, MUAs, etc. to constantly get tagged on social media with """"feedback"""" by fans, antis, random strangers, etc. I'm so tired of every-person-online-ever acting like they're a critic. So so tired.

Anon, I realize your wording succinctly describes the content of znn's twt space and don't wanna put words in your mouth 🙏 but for anyone who's just learning all of this or randomly came across this znn post without much or any of the context, I do wanna say that 'scolding' couldn't be further from how lightly znn put everything, how they emphasized that they're not talking about the entirety of their fandoms, how their twt space felt as warm and welcoming as ever, and that they really wanted to do this twt space despite being advised against doing so by dmd.

I am sad that some longtime fanclubs feel the need to get some distance now but it's also felt like a long time coming, considering how unhappy with and critical of dmd as a company some fans continue to be. I for one am really glad znn spoke up and that they addressed a lot of things that bother them in their fandoms. And I'll always share the boys' sentiment of wanting their fandoms to be a space that's happy and comfortable and positive and uplifting.

This got very long and I'm very tired and I am, for once, gonna put this in main tags because I'm mostly talking to myself on this site anyway when it comes to znn 💀

Peace and love, y'all

[tangerinesgf]

yooo, could you write for Thom Ryder (or whatever his name is ) someee maybe hurt/comfort stuff. Cause I love your writings!!!,💋🙏

Tom Ryder x GN!reader

Summary: Tom Ryder is an addict. But only the person closest to him knows that.

Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Some fluff, Paranoia, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

A/N: Yaaayy my first Tom Ryder fic!! Tysm for your request. I'm having so much fun writing for this man. I hope you like it. Also Tom Ryder is British right? Correct me if I'm wrong here pls, his accent was so confusing to me

It was the night after Tom Ryder’s big movie premiere. Or well one of them. Another big blockbuster on his name, another couple million dollars in the bank and like every big occasion in Ryder’s life it called for a party. As his partner you have been to all the premiere's with him. From London to Paris and even Tokyo, all the way back to L.A. You were by his side through it all. The good and the bad. 

Tonight was all good. He just had a busy press tour behind him and was finally ready to unwind. He invited all of his friends and their friends to his house, or as he called it his ‘kingdom’. 

The first few hours you stuck to each other like glue, laughing dancing, ofcours a bit of flirting and kissing too. After a while you told him you were gonna go to the bathroom for a second and after some serious looks that told him that he couldn’t come with you.

When you came back Tom wasn’t in his usual spot anymore, but you didn’t really think anything of it. He was probably outside smoking weed or hanging around with his friends.

At some point during the evering you started to miss your boyfriend and started looking for him across the dancefloor, expecting to find him grinding with some random person he just met.

You’ve come to find his behaviour when high or drunk to be quite predictable. Whenever you found him dancing with another girl he’s quite genuinely confused, saying sorry over and over again, because he thought he was dancing with you. Though you couldn’t entirely blame him for it since he was high off his nuts and completely disoriented. Besides that, he was absolutely adorable while begging for your forgiveness.

Inside that asshole he protrayed himself to be was just an insecure little boy who didn’t get enough validation from his parents. 

So here you were searching his entire loft, shoving people aside left and right to find Ryder, which wasn’t nearly as easy as it appeared to be. His loft was huge with multiple bedrooms, bathrooms and just random rooms filled with whatever crazy thing Tom wanted to try this time.

As his girlfriend you were often at his place, which means you were there last week when he turned one of his rooms into a small makeshift jungle for his new Koala. You gave it 2 weeks max before animal protection would show up at his front door. 

His loft felt like an absolute madhouse everytime he held a party there, the music was deafening and the smell of weed and alcohol hung in the air. You were pretty sure Tom didn’t even know half of the people in his house right now. 

To your surprise he wasn’t shagging up with some random girl, in fact he was nowhere to be found at the party. Usually you’d stick by him during parties like this, especially when there were drugs involved. So when you couldn’t find him with his usual group of friends and he hadn’t come to find you, you knew something was wrong. 

You abandoned the party downstairs and went to find the actor upstairs where the guests weren’t allowed. The bedroom was empty, as was his second bedroom and the room he uses to practice his scenes (that particular room had a huge mirror).

“Tom? Love?” You call out in the hallway as you walk past all his movie posters. Then suddenly you stop in your tracks as you hear a voice coming from the bathroom, it sounds like Tom talking to someone, but there’s no other voice talking back. Like he’s all alone in there. 

Silently you walk over to the bathroom, the last thing you wanted to do was scare him right now. The door was open just a bit as you leaned beside it, looking through the little slit in the door. Tom was pacing the room back and forth like madman. You couldn’t exactly hear what he was saying because most of it came out hastily in a mumble. 

You decided to approach him carefully since you had no real perception of the state he was in right now. Ever so softly you knock on the bathroom door to announce your presence. At the sound Ryder’s head immediately snaps up in your direction, he looks like a deer caught in headlights with those wide eyes.

In a split second he grabs his hairbrush from the shelf above the sink and holds it in front of him like you would a knife. Ofcours you knew he wouldn’t get very far with that, but right now you just wanted to make him feel comfortable so you hold your hands up in the air to show him you mean no harm.

“Tom..” You say softly as you take a step closer to him. The beads of sweat on his forehead become apparent to you as do his frantic eyes which are constantly scanning every part of the room for threats. 

His movements are erratic as he holds the brush out in front of him and you wonder if he even reconizes you as his partner at this moment. “Stay back- I know why you’re here… I know it. Where are your friends, hm?” He raises his eyebrow at you, skeptical of your intentions. 

“What on earth are you talking about?” A frown appears on your face as he starts ranting nonsense. You were well aware of Ryder’s drug problem, but you really hated seeing him like this. The poor guy was really in a miserable state.

It had all started quite innocent, just one joint to take the edge off before a press tour or a premiere, you even did it with him sometimes. Then at parties he started to dance on the edge of safe and dangerous. Taking more and more different kinds of drugs with the excuse of ‘just experimenting’. 

In the last couple of weeks you’ve found him throwing up in the bathroom, pale as a ghost more than once. You’ve tried to offer advice but he never wants to hear it. He’s Tom Ryder. He can do whatever he wants. 

“Don’t pretend you don’t know. You came all the way up here to get me alone, right? So there’d be no witnesses when you kill me.” The brush is shaking in his hands and his words are quick, full of distrust towards you.

You can tell it’s bad this time. You’ve never seen him so paranoide before and it’s seriously concerning. Lately one or two hits just aren’t enough for him anymore, it’s like he’s trying to numb himself. From what you wouldn’t know, he’s not exactly open about his flaws and weaknesses. That’s vulnerability and that’s bad. 

“No I’m not-” You step closer, but he cuts you off by throwing the brush in your direction which you just barely manage to dodge. You look at him with wide eyes and before he can grab the bar of soap from the sink to throw that as well you rush over to him to grab his wrists.

“Tom, listen to me- fuck..” You mutter as he struggles against you, trying to push you off him. 

“What do you want from me?!” Ryder shouts desperately. Even after doing all those movies and action scenes he has really no idea how to fight, so most of his attempts to fight you off go nowhere. 

“It’s me, Tom. No one is trying to kill you!” You yell as you finally manage to remove the bar of soap from his hands. You quickly reach your hands up to cup his face. With closed eyes you take some deep breaths to slow down your heart rate. You weren’t exactly sober either, so you took a moment to steady yourself before looking back at him.

It wasn’t that you didn’t understand where the paranoia came from, ofcours you did. Tom Ryder is the most famous actor in the world, everyone who didn’t want to be with him, wanted to be him. Let’s just say that both of you have experienced first hand how far some people are willing to go for celebrities. 

Yet when sober Tom didn’t seem necessarily concerned about it, more annoyed or angry when another fan tried to touch or attack him. And don’t get it wrong, Tom loves the attention and validation, but he doesn’t exactly want those crazies near him.

“Hey, hey look at me, yeah? Look at me.” Your voice is demanding and his eyes immediately snap back towards yours. His sunglasses do a poor job of hiding his wide blown, red eyes. 

“You’re okay.” You gently stroke his cheek with your thumb to try and calm him down like you’ve done countless times before. “You’re okay..” You repeat in a softer tone, a small smile spread across your lips.  

“Baby?” He whispers quietly. His eyes have softened and you can feel the man you love coming back to you. 

“Mhm..” You hum softly. “No one’s going to kill you, I promise.” 

You notice Tom’s eyes starting to water a little as he realizes everything is okay and that you’re with him to keep him safe. He holds his head down in shame.  “I’m sorry..” His voice barely comes out as a whisper as he leans forwards and buries his face in your chest. 

You wrap one arm around him, the other gently stroking his messy blonde hair to comfort him. He’s always had a weak spot for you when you played with his hair. 

“And I’m sorry I tried to hit you with my hairbrush.” He mumbles again.

“I know, love..” You whisper back as you hold him close. Then without warning Tom starts sobbing into your chest, it sounds broken and helpless. Every single thought inside his head just spilt over, unable to keep it in anymore, yet also unable to actually talk about it. 

You pull him into a tight hug, leaning his head on your shoulder as you rub his back. You’ve never seen him this vulnerable before and while it felt a little bit weird, it also felt good that he trusted you enough to let himself be vulnerable with you.

For now you'd just hold him, let him air his heart as long as he needs to. You can both work on your issues later. In this moment being in the comfort of each other's arms is enough.

A/N: I'm a firm believer that Tom Ryder swings both ways, but cannot hold a normal stable relationship to save his life. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this and please if you have any Tom Ryder requests send them in.

I don't have a Taglist for Tom Ryder fanfics yet, so if you wanna be on it lemme know.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Movie Night Headcanons w/ Kafka and Reno

♡ SFW, fluff, gn reader ♡

note: the brainrot is real and I wanted some fluff lol

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🍿 You and Kafka argue over which movie to watch but Reno ends up picking instead (he literally just grabs the remote and turns a random movie on)

🍿 He ended up picking a horror movie and was already invested in the plot a few minutes in so there's no way he's turning it off

🍿 Kafka brags about how not scared he is, telling you and Ichikawa that he'll protect the both of you

🍿 He ends up being the most terrified out of the three of you, hiding behind a blanket or blocking his eyes with his hands

🍿 100% spills popcorn on you and Ichikawa and gets defensive about it

"The jumpscare was just really spooky, okay?!"

🍿 Ichikawa gets so invested in the plot that he spends the whole night talking about the details of each scene, especially the gory ones (which Kafka hates)

"Oh god, don't get me started on the part when he grabbed the saw and started-"

"Shut up shut up shut up! You're freaking me out Reno...I think I'm gonna be sick.."

🍿 You grab the remote and find the sequel to the movie and Reno gets super excited, Kafka threatens to kick both of you out if you turn it on though

🍿 You end up just finding a chill animal documentary to watch, but as soon as Kafka falls asleep, you and Reno watch the sequel and talk about it for the rest of the night into the early hours of the morning

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tagging @witchy-scribblings and @breathofthewind29 for Kafka stuff

[moonyasnow]

🩷~Happy Valentine's Day~🩷

At the end of this post I also have a question for moots and followers! ^^

For the theme, I decided to go with 'Vocaloid love songs'! It had to be a vocaloid song kinda about love, and it had to have at least two outfits included!

In this one I include Mallina, Catonica and Jacktor bc they were the top 3 winners of the poll I did— buuuuut I had SUCH good ideas for some other ones that I may just make a 2nd post if I have the time to draw them hehe

Mallina

Catonica

Jacktor

I fiiiiiiiiiinally have a school break now so I'm really hoping that means I can build up enough energy to begin talking more to moots again! I miss you guys 🥺

And here are the pose references I used!

A lot of practice on side profile this time

And about the question!

Artemisia and Junia's birthdays are both gonna come during times where I'll be way too busy to do Birthday stuff for them in time, so I've started already

So I'd like to ask if there are any questions you'd wanna ask THEM for their birthday interviews? 🤔

Please leave any questions in replies, asks, or DM me! :) Thank you so very much in advance~! ^^ It really, really helps me out and makes it easier for me to write

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