#and to remove the evidence that someone was trying to shot him

[literallypyro]

How about a scenario where all of the mercs react to you being in a coma/waking up from a coma? I'm in the mood for angst!

(insert that one scene from the princess and the frog when prince navine and his servant accept the deal with Dr Facilier)

Also.... LOKI PFP SPOTTED‼️🫵

This can be read as platonic or pre-relationship for any of them!

I'm honestly excited to write this one! I hope you enjoy!

I will wait for you

They never expected it. They didn't know about the enemy Redmond had made in the process of trying to take down his brother. None of them knew who they were, and none of them even noticed something was wrong until they had seen the shadow sneaking away from their base.

Nothing was missing, and they couldn't find any evidence of anything missing. Everyone was suspicious, some more than others. However, with nothing evidently wrong, nobody did anything.

The moment they realized the figure wrapped in the darkness of night had nearly doomed them was in the middle of battle. You had been shot. When you crumpled to the ground instead of getting sent to the respawn room, your team panicked.

The BLU team almost didn't listen until their Heavy— the one who had shot you— forced them to stop firing.

It seemed as if your body knew something happened to the respawn room. It clung to consciousness, but it was quickly getting worse.

Your vision was blurred and you could barely process anything you heard.

"What the hell happened?" You could hear Scout with the most distraught tone he ever had.

"They should have respawned by now!" Soldier shouted with an uncharacteristic amount of worry.

"You don't think I know that?" Medic hissed with a venomous tone. You could see him kneeling over you, blocking out the sun and making it only slightly easier for you to see. "Ach, this does not look good. Someone carry them to the med bay. I need to go prepare my things."

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Medic rushed off to the med bay with a look of fearful urgency on his face. No one had ever seen him sprint quite like he did then. Scout was the one to pick you up and follow right behind Medic, an obvious choice because he could get you there the fastest.

The entire team could feel a weight in their hearts. For the first time in a long time, everyone grasped how mortal you were, and none of them liked it.

Medic wouldn't let anyone in the room while he operated on you. He needed to be completely alone. He needed to concentrate fully. He spent hours removing the bullets. He was more stressed than ever when his medigun could only patch up the holes but not bring you back to normal.

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The team could barely look at you at first while you were hooked up to all those machines. It had been so long since any of them had gotten this close to death.

Sniper felt as if his lung wanted to quit when he saw you. He could only tilt his hat to hide his face and leave the room. He knew others would stay there with you while he processed everything. He could barely process the emotions he had. They were so strong he physically felt them. He spent a lot of time watching Scout when the little ball of angered grief was outside.

Scout felt a surge of anger when he saw you. The kind of anger that makes your organs feel too big to fit in your body. The kind of anger that can only be let out through violence of some sort. Running like he was chasing that bitch who broke the respawn machine, breaking something, using Heavy's punching bag, you name it. Engineer gave him some old useless machines to break with his bat.

Speaking of Engineer, he seemed to be taking it relatively well on the outside. On the inside, though, he wasn't taking it well at all. He lost all motivation to work on his machines. He turned all of his attention to the respawn machine. He spent many sleepless nights looking for what was wrong with it. When he finally fixed it, he spent a good portion of his time drinking with Demoman or asking for updates on you.

Demoman was one of the people the rest of the team went to when they needed comfort. Although he was usually teetering on the edge of being blackout drunk, he always wanted to help his teammates settle their minds. Although he didn't feel very optimistic, he would spend time thinking of good things to help the others.

Heavy was another one people went to when they needed reassurance. He was one of the people handling it the best. He had seen tragedy and hardship his whole life, and while he was still worried sick, he knew how to get through it. He helped the others and gave them some genuinely useful coping methods that fit for each of them. He also asked for constant updates on any progress you made and used any good news to help the team feel better.

Spy was seen even less than before. He didn't let it show around anyone else, but he was one of the ones taking it the hardest. He was going through his packs of cigarettes faster than ever before, and would have three or four glasses of whiskey rather than the one, maybe two that was normal for him. He did the bare minimum to take care of himself, and sometimes, not even that much.

Pyro was also hit devastatingly hard by the situation. They often dissociated. Their most common state was sitting completely still and staring at nothing. Their breathing was barely visible, their chest barely moving from how shallow and slow it was. It was almost impossible to break them out of it, their name having to be called several times before they turned their head towards the source. Heavy nearly had to force feed them just to make sure they were eating.

Soldier was only somewhat himself. When he wasn't standing guard at the door, he was pestering the others to try and find who sabotaged the respawn machine or just sitting in his room and trying to process his emotions. He was actually surprisingly good at handling the emotions of sadness and grief. He may not be smart by anyone's standards, but he actually has a specific type of emotional intelligence that not many quite understand, which helped him a lot while you were in a coma.

If it weren't on Medic's shoulders to keep you alive and heal you, he would be a complete wreck. When he wasn't changing your IV bags, checking your vitals, and maintaining everything you were hooked up to, he was searching for some miraculous cure for your situation. Papers, books, and personal experiments littered his desk. He was rarely seen doing anything but working. He had to fix this.

Nobody wanted to admit it out loud, but they were losing hope after several months of nothing. They all felt the weight of your absence in their daily activities. The base was unusually quiet all the time. The team rarely had the energy to manage anything above a whisper of a mumble.

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"Whuh...?"

Scout was the first to find out when he came to check on you. He ran through the halls, shouting of your return to consciousness like Paul Revere. A few of them almost didn't believe him. However, they couldn't deny how all the anger he had was gone and was replaced by subtle tears in the waterlines of his eyes.

The team burst into the room to find you talking with a shaken Medic.

Soldier was the first to step forward, falling back into his usual personality. "How DARE you scare us like that, maggot? The team was falling apart! I've never seen such a sorry display from what is supposed to be an elite group of mercenaries!" Heavy put a hand on Soldier's shoulder to calm him down.

Pyro had to be reminded that you weren't fully better yet so they wouldn't crush you with a hug. You could feel them shaking and hear their sobs finally come out after so long of being completely static.

Scout wiped his eyes, laughing slightly at himself. "Look at me, dude. You got me crying like I ain't done since I was a little kid! Man, I'm just glad you're back."

Some of the team— Sniper, Demoman, Spy, Engineer, Heavy, and Medic— stayed silent and let the others talk to you first. They had the patience. They knew you would still be there when the others were done indirectly fought for your attention.

It took a little over an hour for them to relax and let the others have their turn to talk to you.

Demoman seemed to breathe easier than he ever had before. "I tried to keep the team morale up, but I don't think I did a very good job. They'll be feeling a lot better now that you're awake. I know I am." His voice shook slightly as if happy sobs were fighting tooth and nail to be set free.

Engineer place a hand on your shoulder. His giggles were gone, and you could see how he was tearing up similarly to Scout. "I damn near can't believe my eyes. I was starting to think you wouldn't pull through. Maybe when you get to feeling better, you can come help me out in the workshop? I've fallen way behind."

Spy could barely even think of what to say. "Maybe now that you're getting better, things can return to normal." Though his words would seem underwhelming to anyone else, you knew him well enough to hear the hints of relief in his voice. You understood how he was and could hear how grateful he was that you pulled through.

Sniper had taken off his hat by this point, gripping it as if to ground himself in the moment. "We should probably work on your dodging skills, yeah?" Even though he didn't say much, you could feel the weight of his words. You could see how his face was lit up like it only did when he was completely filled with joy.

Heavy was quick to agree with him. "Da, team would be devastated if this repeated. We cannot express happiness enough you are better."

Medic waited until everyone left for his turn to speak with you. He sat down in a chair next to the hospital bed in which you laid. He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and rested his elbows on his knees. The exhaustion he had was more than obvious. You could tell from the bags under his eyes that he worked tirelessly for you.

He looked up at you with furrowed brows and a weak smile. "You know... I don't think I have ever had a patient so difficult. It was challenging, but I... I'm glad I was able to help you."

"I think you need to rest." Your voice was soft and empathetic. You couldn't imagine how stressed he must have been. It was clearly enough to make him seem almost completely sane, after all. "Thank you so much for keeping me alive."

"You are right." He sighed and stood up with a stiffness in his bones. "I will check on you in the morning."

You smiled gently. "Sleep well."

[cloudberrys-stuff]

I mean he's eaten bullets before sooo....

kryptonians and their alien cravings for weird and questionably edible things led to bruce throwing out his authentic himalayan salt lamp after clark would not stop licking it

he was horrified when he watched clark take a huge bite of it (bulb included) and decided maybe it was time to just get rid of it altogether

[kenzdolls]

GENTLE HANDS . 1.4k

⌗ synopsis: after another rough patrol leaves eraserhead injured, he finds himself in the UA infirmary once again under your gentle care.

⌗ pairing: shota aizawa x assistant nurse!reader

⌗ anon request: “hi!! i was curious if you could write a one-shot of shota aizawa x coworker/nurse!reader, where she helps with recovery girl and looks after him when he gets hurt after patrols or any other scenarios you can think of? i feel like he would be so sweet and really admire her for how dedicated she is to healing and taking care of him when he’s most vulnerable, putting his trust in her (T ^ T) also, it’s up to you if you’d like to include a healing quirk or not :3 thanks a bunch, i hope you have a good day!! <3”

⌗ a/n: tysm for requesting this!! sry for this not being my best post with my usual style of writing, I was kinda rushing..

the infirmary was quiet at 2:47 am, save for the soft hum of medical equipment and your pen scratching against clipboard paper. you'd grown accustomed to these late-night shifts, especially since recovery girl had begun relying on you more heavily. your healing quirk wasn't as powerful as hers—you couldn't instantly mend bones or close wounds—but you could accelerate the body's natural healing process and, more importantly, ease pain with just a touch.

the infirmary door creaked open, and you didn't need to look up to know who it was. the familiar shuffle of tired feet, the quiet grunt of someone trying not to show how much they were hurting—shota aizawa had a particular way of entering your domain.

"rough patrol?" you asked softly, finally glancing up from your paperwork.

aizawa stood in the doorway, his hero costume torn at the shoulder, a dark stain spreading across the fabric. his usually neat hair was even more disheveled than usual, and you could see the exhaustion weighing on his shoulders like a physical burden.

"nothing i can't handle," he muttered, but the way he favored his left side told a different story.

you set down your pen and stood, moving toward him with practiced ease. "that's what you said last week when you had three cracked ribs."

"they healed fine."

"because you let me help." you gestured toward the examination bed. "come on, aizawa. you know the routine by now."

he hesitated for a moment—he always did—before slowly making his way to the bed. trust didn't come easily to shota aizawa, but over the months you'd been working together, you'd noticed the walls coming down brick by brick.

"what happened this time?" you asked, washing your hands at the small sink.

"villain with a concrete manipulation quirk. got caught between a rock and a hard place, literally." he winced as he tried to remove his capture weapon. "building came down faster than i anticipated."

you moved to help him, your fingers gentle as you unwound the familiar gray fabric. "and you threw yourself in harm's way to protect civilians, didn't you?"

"it's my job."

"your job is to stop villains, not be a human shield." you set his capture weapon aside carefully—you knew how much it meant to him. "though i suppose that's part of what makes you a good hero."

aizawa's dark eyes met yours briefly before looking away. compliments always seemed to make him uncomfortable, but you'd noticed he never contradicted you anymore when you spoke about his heroic nature.

"let me see," you said softly, your hands hovering over his torn costume.

he nodded, and you began to carefully peel away the damaged fabric. the injury was worse than he'd let on—a deep gash across his shoulder blade, surrounded by angry bruises that would bloom darker by morning.

"aizawa," you breathed, concern evident in your voice.

"i've had worse."

"that doesn't make this better." you moved to gather supplies, your movements efficient but unhurried. "you need to stop downplaying your injuries. what if this had been infected? what if—"

"but it's not." his voice was quiet, almost gentle. "because you're here."

the simple statement made your heart skip, but you focused on preparing the antiseptic. "i won't always be here for every patrol, every fight."

"i know." there was something in his voice, a vulnerability he rarely showed. "i just... i've gotten used to having someone who cares whether i make it back in one piece."

you paused in your preparations, looking at him over your shoulder. "aizawa..."

"i know it's your job," he continued, staring down at his hands. "but it doesn't feel like just a job when you're the one doing it."

your chest tightened at his words. over the past year, what had started as professional care had evolved into something deeper. the way he trusted you with his pain, the way he actually listened when you scolded him about taking better care of himself, the way he sometimes fell asleep during treatments and you'd find yourself watching the peaceful expression on his usually guarded face.

"it's not just a job," you admitted quietly, returning to his side with the medical supplies. "not anymore."

he looked up at you then, really looked, and you saw something shift in his expression.

"this might sting," you warned, gently cleaning the wound.

he barely flinched, too used to pain, but when you placed your palm against his uninjured shoulder and activated your quirk, you felt him relax under your touch. the soft, warm energy flowed between you, not enough to heal him completely, but enough to ease the worst of his pain and kick-start his recovery.

"better?" you asked.

"always is, with you."

you began stitching the deeper part of the cut, your movements careful and precise. aizawa watched you work, and you could feel the weight of his gaze.

"you're different when you're working," he observed quietly.

"different how?"

"confident. sure of yourself. it's... attractive."

you nearly dropped your needle. "aizawa—"

"shota," he corrected. "i think we're past formalities."

your hands stilled for a moment. "shota, then."

"i've been thinking," he continued, his voice low and thoughtful. "about what you said. about not always being here."

"it's just the reality of—"

"i don't want there to be a time when you're not here." the words came out in a rush, as if he'd been holding them back for too long. "not just as my healer. as... more."

you finished the last stitch, your hands trembling slightly. "what are you saying?"

"i'm saying that somewhere between the first time you scolded me for not coming in sooner and last week when you fell asleep in the chair next to my bed, i realized i trust you with more than just my injuries." he reached up, his fingers barely brushing yours. "i trust you with everything."

your breath caught. "shota..."

"i know i'm not easy to care about. i'm too stubborn, too reckless, too—"

"too selfless," you interrupted, finally meeting his eyes. "too brave. too willing to sacrifice yourself for others." you set down your medical tools and turned to face him fully. "too afraid to believe you deserve to be cared for."

"do i?" the question was barely a whisper. "deserve it?"

instead of answering with words, you leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, your quirk naturally activating to soothe away the tension lines that lived there permanently.

"every day," you whispered against his skin. "every single day."

when you pulled back, his eyes were soft in a way you'd never seen before.

"the healing thing," he said quietly. "it's not just your quirk, is it?"

you smiled, understanding what he meant. "no. it's not."

"good," he murmured, his hand finding yours. "because i think i need both kinds of healing."

"lucky for you," you said, squeezing his hand gently, "i'm not going anywhere."

for the first time since you'd known him, shota aizawa smiled—really smiled—and you realized that sometimes the most profound healing happened not with quirks or medicine, but with trust, time, and the simple act of caring for someone who'd forgotten they were worth caring for.

"now," you said, reaching for a bandage, "let me finish patching you up so you can get some actual rest."

"will you stay?" he asked, then quickly added, "just until i fall asleep. these beds aren't exactly comfortable, and sometimes the nightmares..."

"i'll stay as long as you need," you promised, beginning to wrap his shoulder with practiced care. "that's what people do when they care about each other."

"i'm still learning that," he admitted.

"then i'll keep teaching you."

as you finished tending to his wounds, shota settled back against the pillows, his eyes already growing heavy. you dimmed the lights and settled into the chair beside his bed—the same chair you'd occupied so many nights before, but this time felt different. this time, you weren't just his healer.

"thank you," he murmured as sleep began to take him.

"for what?"

"for seeing something in me worth saving."

your heart ached with the sweetness of it, with the trust implicit in his words. "there was always something worth saving, shota. you just had to let me show you."

his breathing evened out, and you watched the peaceful expression settle over his features. tomorrow, he'd probably try to return to patrol too soon, and you'd have to scold him into taking proper time to recover. tomorrow, you'd have to figure out what this new dynamic meant for your professional relationship, for the careful boundaries you'd built.

but tonight, you simply held his hand in the quiet darkness of the infirmary, your quirk humming softly to ease any pain that might disturb his rest, and marveled at how the strongest people were often the ones who most needed someone to catch them when they fell.

and you'd be there to catch him, every time.

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[moody-alcoholic]

On a Wing and a Prayer

Part 1 - Innocence

My weekly helping of hurt with no comfort. Enjoy. CW: dead dove don't eat, torture, suicidal thoughts. poly 141 x reader who is accused of being a traitor... you know the drill.

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It hurts. There’s two types of pain.

The physical pain, the sting of your lungs as a cloth is placed over your mouth and water is poured over your face. 

The burn as your lungs beg for a beak in the relentless cycle. If you could speak you would beg them to stop. 

They won't listen, you know that. Maybe that makes it worse. 

Maybe that makes it harder to understand why they would do this to you. 

‘What’s your connection to Makarov?’ It's John. He always asks the questions. Gesturing at Simon to give you a break so you can answer. 

That's the second type of pain. You’re innocent, they don't know that. Right now you’re guilty in their eyes. The mental torture-your friends, your lovers, whatever you want to call them- they’re hurting you. And they’re not going to stop until they’re satisfied. 

That's never going to happen because they don't know yet.

They don't know you’re innocent. 

‘I have no connection to Makarov,’ you say between breaths. 

They don't know you’re innocent.

You can't blame them, they’re doing their job. For queen and country.

The rag is pressed back over your nose and mouth and more water is poured over it. 

You can't breathe, they won’t let you. 

Simon… 

Simon who has held you in his arms letting you pour your heart out to him is there, his hands around your face making sure you suffer.

Making sure you live.

Suffering is not enough, you need to live. 

They need you to live…

Kyle watches from the window. He refused to participate. He got a bollocking from Price. This is messy work. 

They keep you updated on Johnny's condition. Almost like that's supposed to change your mind. 

‘He’s in a coma, fighting for his life because of you!’ John snaps. 

Nothing you say can change their mind. No amount of begging or pleading. 

You tried to keep it together. You didn't last long. John and Simon know what they’re doing. 

The rag is removed from your face again.

‘How did Makarov know about the raid?’ John's voice is harsh, angry, loud and commanding. 

‘I don't know.’ you say. It's the truth, it's not you. You would never hurt them. 

They don't believe you.

Why should they believe you? 

You don’t know what evidence they have against you. Not that they would tell you, they’re keeping that information close to their chest.

They want to break you first.

You don’t stand a chance.

You don’t know how many days it’s been. Maybe that’s the worst. Physiological torture, is sometimes more effective then physical torture. They keep going for what feels like hours, until you’re vomiting back up the water that escaped down your throat. 

That’s when they stop, leaving the room in silence, your stomach raw, your body shivering. At least you’re alone now. That’s when you cry, pray, whatever you want. You get a few hours of loneliness before they start again. 

How could they do this, the people you love? 

Then you remember the shot ripping through Johnny’s chest. The screaming, the blood. The crack of his ribs under your hands as you pumped on his chest trying to keep him alive. 

Then the confusion. The data, the plans, Makarov knew everything, and according to all the evidence that was your fault. 

No, you know how they could do this. Because in their eyes you’re a traitor. In their eyes you might as well have shot Johnny yourself. 

Maybe that would have been better, then at least they would have given you a quick death.

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[kkcauseway]

Forever and Always

Joel Miller x F!reader.

Summary I Your work life is awful and there's nothing you want more after an exhausting day both mentally and physically than to come home to Joel, but on calling him and finding out that's not possible you're dreading the thought of going home to be alone. However, it doesn't seem that that's the case once you actually make it back, and it turns into once of the best and happiest nights of your life. Content/warnings I So much cute fluff, Joel Miller being the most doting and caring boyfriend. 'babygirl', Joel has a cute little saying to let reader know just how much he loves her. Asking to move in together. No use of y/n, no outbreak. A/N I Once again another random idea that popped into my head that I decided to run with. I really hope you enjoy soppy, cute Joel taking care of his woman!

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It always puts a smile on his face when you call. Your name working wonders for the grumpy moods he finds himself in on jobs. Even with the jokes he cracks with Tommy. Nothing compares to when he’s with you, talking to you. Just doing anything that involves you. “Hey baby you, okay?” His husky voice grumbles down the receiver once he’s removed himself away from the bustle of the house, he’s currently working in.

“Joel?” You sniff.

His smile falters. Something is obviously wrong, and whatever’s happened he’ll kill them. No one upsets you. “Babe? Hey, hey what’s wrong?”

“I- sniff- I’m just having such a horrible day. I can’t stand this job anyone, I wana quit so bad. Please can you come over when I finish?” The sobs grow in volume as you force a hand to your mouth to try to quiet them. The impact of hearing those words leave your own mouth proving to you just how much you rely on him.

“Oh baby m’so sorry you’re having a shitty day. Listen we’re on a bad job today m’not gonna finish till super late so I most likely can’t come round. But I’ll call you later okay y’can tell me all about it okay baby. Promise.”

“Okay” you sniff upset he can’t come but you knew he was busy and that it was a long shot. You pine after him when you feel vulnerable like this.

“You know I love you, don’t you?” He grumbles evidently worried he’s in the doghouse.

“I know. I love you too so much.”

“Forever and always baby girl.”

The words making your heart flutter as they always do.

When the call cuts you hold your phone against your chest and sob a little more before psyching yourself up for your afternoon. Your colleagues don’t deserve to know just how bad they make you feel, they’d probably thrive on it if they knew.

So, instead you sort yourself out wash your face, wait till your eyes are less puffy, paint on your smile and go about the remainder of your shift thank fuck it’s Friday.

Of course no one notices, why would they when they make it clear how much they can’t stand you being around.

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Finally five o’clock arrives and you rush out to your car as quick as you can. Putting on the cheesy cd playlist Joel made you. You love that he’s like that, so unbelievably cheesy, so old fashioned it’s why you adore him the way you do. When yours and Joel’s song comes on tears escape you again. God you’ve never loved someone the way you love him, but these tears you’re spilling are tears of happiness not pain.

When you make it home your shitty mood overcomes you again, the thought of your empty apartment and cold bed. So you settle on the idea of a large glass of red wine, a crappy comfort series and a good cry before you go to sleep. You’re have a day trip with Joel planned tomorrow and that’s enough to keep you going.

However, it’s like you can tell something’s off from the second your key is in the door. After momentarily hesitating you uneasily open your door and those thoughts are made true. Your apartment isn’t dark, cold, nor is it empty. The smell of food hits you so mouth-wateringly beautiful, and the radio is playing softly.

You kick off your shoes and move to the kitchen and there he is, Joel in all his glory slaving away over the stove. Dancing along to the music with an apron round his neck.

He turns to look at you with a smile on his face and it breaks you.

You stand on the spot throw your bag to the floor from your shoulder and cry. But he quickly rushes over “hey shhh it’s okay.” He cradles you close a hand on the back of your head pushing you closer to his chest. Allowing you to inhale his comforting scent.

“S’okay m’here baby.” He mumbles against your hair as he rests his lips against you. Holding you as close as possible.

After a few minutes you pull away red faced and puffy eyes to look up at him. “How did you get here I thought you were busy?”

“M’sorry baby, I know I didn’t think I’d be able to. And I’m so sorry that that made you upset, I really am, but as much as I am super busy at work the second, I heard you cryin’ I knew I needed to make sure I was finishin’ early so I could come over and see you, you mean more to me than any job, any amount of money. So I took a sick day for the remainder.”

“Thankyou” you whisper before moving to grasp at his stubbly cheeks. You smile sadly at him as your thumbs stroke him and then you move your lips to his, kissing him softly.

“I’ve made your favourite baby” he begins once you pull back away. Arms resting round his neck as you stand on your tip toes to be exactly in his eye-line. “And then I want you t’tell me all about this shitty day o’yours so we can get it outa your pretty head. You’re too beautiful to be burdened by that shit.”

You chuckle “I’d really like that, thank you so much for being here.”

“Always baby. Always.”

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After a long moan fest over Joel’s signature spaghetti and meatballs, you’re cuddling on the couch with your long-awaited red wine.

Your difficult day long forgotten about which is why you love being around him so much, he really does make everything better. Just by being himself- so unapologetically himself.

You’re cuddled into him your feet kicked up behind you as he strokes your side. His calloused fingertips gliding lightly from your hip all the way up to the side of your breast, over and over causing constant goosebumps.

“You know v’been thinkin’” he mumbles softly into the silence.

“Shit did it hurt?” You chuckle as you jest with him, you love when you get the perfect opportunity to use that joke.

He pokes at your side in retaliation, and you giggle into it, loving every second of being with him.

“Seriously now though babygirl, sit up n’look at me.” 

Which you do without a moment’s hesitation. You pull away from him so you can face him sat on your knees.

God he’s gorgeous. His beautiful salt and pepper hair slightly longer than he would like but with you adoring him just like that he refuses to cut it.

He takes your hands in his and god it makes you nervous. Butterflies swim around in your stomach as you stare into each other’s eyes.

“I realised somethin’ today.”

Your breathing increases as you reply “what?”

He takes a nervous breath closing his eyes on the inhale and opening them back up to stare right back at you on the exhale. His perfectly pert lips opening just slightly to let the air out. He clears his throat as he shifts slightly in the seat. “Y’belong with me, all the time, all day every day, and it breaks my heart t’think that you could need me and we ain’t together.”

You smile softly at him, you know your rightful place is with him 24/7, there’s nowhere you’d rather be.

But the next words to leave him are so far from what you expected it’s as though time stands still. “Move in w’me.”

“What?” You’re excited from the moment the words leave his lips, but you’re certain you misheard.

“I want you t’move in with me, get out of this lil apartment. Come make my house ours, let’s always be together. No more late nights alone let’s always be there together even if my stupid fuckin’ job means I get in at 2am.”

You squeal throwing your arms around his neck as you practically pounce on him. “Oh my god yes, yes, yes when?”

He chuckles pushing you back slightly so he’s able to look at you once more. “Well I mean we could start moving ya stuff in tomorrow, I know we said we’d go out for the day but-”

“No!” You say it all too quickly and he laughs “I wana move in let’s do that fuck the plans! We can do that any day!” You forcefully hug him again. Pulling away he’s beaming at you “do you promise you mean it?”

“With all my heart baby.” The hand he has resting on your back moves up and down slowly. So soothing, so full of love.

You scream in excitement before kissing him.

When you eventually pull away you look directly into his hooded eyes. “Forever and always?”

“Forever and always babygirl” and he rubs his nose against yours.

[littlelordfuckler0y]

Bucky Barnes x wife!reader Instagram au

yellenna. This man is taking us somewhere against our will. Can’t believe democracy is in such hands. @congressman.barnes. +8 other government accounts tagged

john.walker I am also amongst the hostages but I’m here for their protection, not sure how long I can keep them safe alone.

-avastarr excuse you ????????

-yellenna. This is no hostage he cheered when he saw the congressman

-john.walker we have history together

r3dguardian There is no angle of him that is not badass.

-yellenna you can’t be serious

-r3dguardian jealousy is not good

congressmanbarnes 💪🇺🇸🙏

-comments are off

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“Have you lost your mind?!” Her voice roared through the empty warehouse where Bucky had captured ‘Thunderbolts’. US pin and a well pressed blazer, perhaps Yelena’s post worked or Valerie sent someone to extract her dirty work.

“Oh hey hon-” before he could even finish that sentence the visibly angry woman turned her attention away from him and settled to the rest of them.

“I am so very deeply sorry…” she trailed off, somewhat extremely empathetic. A stark contrast to Bucky’s behaviour with them. “Oh this is just so bad” she took a deep breath when she saw their binds. “James.” She gestures towards their hands and asking him to free them.

He evidently didn’t want to but a stern look from her, not even a word just a look and he was on it. “Is she your boss?” Ava asked him, surprised at this shift.

“It’s Mrs Barnes.” John introduced her for the rest of the group. He knew she had a dislike him for a long while… “The political shark.”

“John.” She said with a curt smile, “Always a pleasure.”

“Do you prefer Mrs. Barnes or Potus’s right hand?” John snickered purposefully trying to irritate her.

“Do you prefer ex captain America or someone’s ex husband?” She shot back, unbothered as ever but still had to.

“You don’t have to get nasty” that smirk flattened off his face and he scoffed.

There wasn’t enough time to dwell in petty insults so she just shrugged, “Anyways, I’m so sorry you were all brought here this way. It was unauthorised and the administration didn’t know of it, I got here the second I found out about it” she explained removing her blazer to seem more friendly, walked over to Yelena, sitting next to her she took a deep breath. “All of you, you’ve had such a complicated hand at life. I’m deeply sorry.” She faced Yelena “I know your legend…you’re everything they say you are” she was truly in awe or was it just the political shark talking no one could tell. “If we were to delete the most recent post from your account…would it be an issue? It’s just to avoid exaggerated news headlines and you wouldn’t want that heat either would you?”

“Yeah yeah sure no worries…Miss-Mrs Barnes!” Yelena somewhat lost the plot of her words, the woman was extremely charming and her Instagram post of 6 likes was worth nothing.

“Please, it’s y/n.” She introduced herself like you would to a friend and placed a hand on her shoulder. Crisis resolved. Then faces Bucky again, “You.” She nodded at him to come to the side of the room. He knew he was in for huge trouble.

Instinctively he reached for her jacket and both her phones. Not his first rodeo. Every time he was in this situation he knew she moved her hands a lot when she talked her frustrations out. That’s why he took her stuff out of her hands so she could move her hands more freely as he’s getting an earful. “What were you even thinking?! You didn’t mention this at breakfast, This was your spontaneous thinking James? Your wonderful plan do you realise how bad your numbers are doing? No one’s going to account for congressman Barnes taking down Valentina they’re going to paint you out to be a Rogue agent? Not only that—”

“I messed up angel.” He admitted before she could go on, both of them knew that he didn’t exactly feel guilty about. His patience held no limit with her, because at times he’d barely register what she is saying because those wide stressed eyes, the fast words, the dedication and concern for him…he wasn’t used to it before her. Also how they first met through Sam, she was yelling at him for blowing up his chances for a meet with the mayor and he was just as captivated to listen to her as he is now.

“I’m not done” she held her hand out. “Your big tip is from that woman’s PA? I’m a third party person and I found this out do you think Valentina wouldn’t find out? Are you really risking someone’s well being this recklessly! And that picture Yelena posted-it is so authentically you no one’s believing it’s AI generated”

She was just going at him and he was just giving out soft and apologetic replies, the rest of them were really shocked to so say. “You’d be so viral if you posted whatever this is instead” John suggested with a snicker.

“He is so in love” Alexei looked at them in awe as he chuckled.

“I thought being a congressman would be a good fit for me and you got me there. It was wishful thinking and you made it happen. You have made a lot happen for me…you have made life happen. For me, us. I am sorry for letting you down like this I didn’t think it through” he gave a heartfelt apology taking her hands in his so she’d stop moving them, hands no longer moving equates to her calming down.

“I was really worried…” she trailed off with a sigh. “What’s even happened? What’s all this?”

“It’s a lab curated superhuman, one of Valentina’s test subjects actually worked right.” Bucky relayed the dreadful information.

“—So no aliens right?”

“Not yet”

“Please don’t say ‘yet’ that feels so bad, I shouldn’t even be knowing this I feel so stupid I asked there’s so much shit going on in DC and now there’s this nut job with an evil billionaire nut job-? Are you kidding me? Now this becomes classified information I can’t know about but I do know about, fuck—” hands were moving again as he got a hold of them.

“Hey, hey breathe.” He told her, breathing deeply to display it for her to mirror him. “It’s going to be alright. We will stop him.”

“I can’t know anymore about this because it links the Oval Office knowing about it and it’s already not a good mix, I’ve got to get back to DC apparently Potus accidentally quoted Kanye west in addressing the youthfest speech and because of my monstrous luck it just so happens that kanye’s tweeted 3 nazi tweets just last night.”

“You have to go?” He was a bit unease at the fact that she was away from him in such difficult times, wouldn’t be close enough in radius for him to protect her.

“I’ll be right back I’m using the chopper” she assured him taking her stuff back, leaning a bit close to him, caressing his face. “Promise me you’ll be safe?”

He nodded kissing the side of her hand and then pulled her close by her waist pressing a soft kiss onto her lips, “I promise” sealed with a kiss.

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yourusername James is making a big deal out of farewell dinner for this apartment but I’m beyond glad to be out of the place you’ve to beat 2 hours of nyc traffic to get to…however… a great meal tagged barnesclickingstuff

yellenaa Welcome to the HQ

avastarr moving in with us HELL YEAH

john.walker Whatever to keep that museum jerk in line

r3d.guardian waaaitttt he has other account

*following are old posts*

barnesclickingstuff The missus is busy what do I do with my life :/

sam_wilson_ your dumbass always free

-barnesclickingstuff blocked

-sam_wilson_ that’s not how it works

barnesclickingstuff She won’t admit it but she’s afraid of manual cars

yourusername that is a lie and also makes no sense

-barnesclickingstuff then drive one

-yourusername Blocked

-barnesclickingstuff no thanks to you I’ve now figured out how blocking actually works

-barnesclickingstuff heyyy?

-barnesclickingstuff Did you actually block me

-barnesclickingstuff I was joking heyyy come back

barnesclickingstuff DC

yourusername bring your fiancé to work day!

sam_wilson_ hell no

barnesclickingstuff 🤍

barnesclickingstuff the actual view is defocused

yourusername aww

john.walker dear god he’s so corny

sam_wilson_ he can use outdated pick up lines…he was there when they were invented

barnesclickingstuff I pissed her off by packing her wrong shoes…I hope god smites me

sam_wilson_ How do you mess that up

yellenaa I can’t believe I’m saying this but this is so cute

r3d.guardian “Barnes clicking stuff” and all he is posting is his wife

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Let me know if you guys want more parts w da thunderbolts arc? ;)

[purple-obsidian]

I loved your post about sleepy sex with dick. I'd love to see more soft moments with him in bed, pretty plz I need him to smother me 😪

nonsense (18+, dick grayson x gn reader) wc 900

⭓ this post contains sexual content and is not suitable for minors.

"I have a theory."

"A theory?"

"Yeah."

You can't see the grin on his face, but you feel the upturn of his lips against your neck and the soft shaking of his body as Dick chuckles at your sleepy musings.

"Well, lets hear it, babe. Don't keep me in suspense."

Your fingertips graze his scalp, toying with his thick, dark hair that tempts you every time you're together. Its just begging to be pulled at and played with, really. It isn't your fault.

"You and Bruce, your whole gig is that you don't have powers, right? You're just ordinary people, regular humans."

"Well, I wouldn't say ordinary." He chides back with playful defensiveness. His voice is muffled from his proximity, but you can understand him just fine.

"Exactly." You mumble back, staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom. You can just barely make out the outline of the ceiling fan, dimly lit with the meager light emanating from your digital alarm clock on your bedside table, accompanied by an inconspicuous bottle of lube and a half-empty water bottle. "I think it's bullshit. You're meta, one hundred percent. I think you've been fooling everyone all along."

"Huh. Is that right?" He mutters against your warm neck, his soft breath fanning over your skin and sending a sharp tingle down your spine.

"You're telling me I'm wrong?" You whisper breathlessly, struggling to take in a full breath with how his body is crushing you, keeping you pinned between him and the mattress. Dick senses your discomfort and shifts his weight around to take some pressure of of your diaphragm. You cling to him reflexively when he moves, scared that he might try and get up.

"Aww, baby, someone feeling needy?"

You ignore the teasing in his tone, but allow your fingers to grip his raven strands that much tighter, keeping his head in place next to yours. "Don't change the subject."

Dick shifts his bodyweight again, wiggling his hips and grinding them against yours not-so-subtly. There is nothing separating your bodies, all clothes were forgotten hours ago when the two of you first came to bed. The evidence of your time together dampens the bedding below you and lingers in the still air of the bedroom. And still, his arousal that's pressed against your stomach stiffens once again while he slowly moves against you, teasing you, toying with you like he was made to do so, as if the gods sent him here specifically to be your undoing. He's good enough at it that you wouldn't be surprised.

"What superpowers do I have, then? Since you got me all figured out."

You grin, releasing your firm hold on his hair and nuzzling his cheek to get him to look at you. Dick reluctantly removes his face from your neck and blinks the sleep away from his eyes to focus on your face in the dark.

"Isn't it obvious?" The tip of your nose brushes against his, lips almost touching. Your breath is synced up to where you're inhaling as he's exhaling, your chest deflating slightly while his expands, back and fourth, slow and steady.

"Indulge me." Barely a whisper, his gravely voice tickling your eardrum.

Sapphirine eyes slowly come in to focus in the dim light. You snake your hand down between your bodies to grasp his hardening length, which is still sensitive from his earlier performance. The broken moan that chokes him upon contact is like a shot of dopamine to your brain. To you, there is no greater ego boost than being the source of this man's pleasure. With a gentle touch, you stroke his cock languidly, letting out a soft exhale that lacks enough air to fuel a full laugh.

"Stamina." You tell him, letting your mouth brush against his chin as you speak, his stubble feeling harsh against your lips, which are chapped from the endless kisses and fervent promises exchanged in this very bed hours earlier.

He ruts into your hand with another pained groan. "Sh-shit." A tremble shakes his large frame before he braces his forearms on either side of your body, baring more of his weight so he can lift himself off of you and give you more room to stimulate him where he needs you most. "Just like that… dammit, babe, you have no idea what you do t'me."

You lick your lips, chasing him as he pulls away, the few inches of space he put between you far too much for you to tolerate.

"Tell me I'm right." You demand, but you capture his lips in a heated kiss before he can answer you. The sound of his moans mingle with your own as the two of you make out, slow and sloppy, his cock now painfully hard and heavy in your palm.

"Right about what?" He mutters between urgent, feverish pecks to your lips.

"Y-your super-human stamina." You stutter after a beat, almost losing your train of thought. It's so easy to get lost in him. His taste, his smell, his warmth, his love. Its nothing short of addicting.

"Dunno what you mean…mmmm… You're talking nonsense, baby."

Dick swallows up any further comments from you, deepening the kiss and humping your hand with increasing desperation. It doesn't take much longer until your theory is forgotten, cast aside to make room for the love Dick pours into you with every lazy kiss and needy touch.

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[uniquexusposts]

We married in my head, idc | G. Russell

Summary: George and Y/n, the two people who cannot stand each other in the friend group. Usually they could avoid each other, to keep up the spirit for the others, but what would happen if they actually had to work together?

A/N: I don't what I was thinking when writing this, it's a bit ✨extra✨

The last thing Y/n wanted on this trip was to be stuck on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere, arguing with George Russell about a flat tyre. And yet, here they were.

“I swear, this is your fault,” she huffed, arms crossed as she stared at the very obviously punctured tyre. “If you weren’t driving like we were in a bloody F1 race, maybe we wouldn’t be standing in the freezing cold right now.”

George let out an exasperated laugh, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “Oh, right, because I personally summoned a nail onto the road just to inconvenience you? You weren’t even in the car, Y/n.”

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t screw something up.”

Their friends, at first, ignored them. They were used to this; the constant bickering, the way George and Y/n could turn any situation into a battleground. But something about tonight, about being stranded in the cold with no immediate solution, made their patience snap.It had been this way since the day they met, and no one had any hope of it ever changing. Yet they couldn’t remove them both from the group. If one of them wasn’t there, the other one would ask about it and visa versa. 

“Well, someone needs to help with this,” one of their friends sighed, shaking their head. “George, Y/n, make yourselves useful instead of trying to kill each other with words.”

“Over my dead body,” George muttered, kicking at a stray rock.

Y/n arched a brow. “Well, go lay down and die then, because I am not gonna be told what to do, especially not by you.”

George turned his head sharply to look at her, eyes narrowing. “Is that a threat?”

“Did it sound like a compliment?” she shot back.

Their friend groaned. “Oh, for the love of…"

"Just fucking stop talking!" Another friend suddenly yelled, spinning around to glare at them. “Do you two ever shut up?”

Y/n and George both turned, momentarily stunned at the outburst. “Excuse me?” Y/n asked, eyes narrowing.

“No. No excuses. I am sick and tired of your ridiculous little power struggle every fucking time we go anywhere. If it’s not the seating arrangement, it’s the music. If it’s not the music, it’s the fucking tyre. We are cold, we are tired, and we are not dealing with this anymore!” Alright, their friend had to admit, this was a bit over the top, but perhaps they would learn from it.

Another friend threw their hands in the air. “Seriously! Just fuck or fight and get it over with because we are done listening to you two act like children.”

George scoffed, crossing his arms. “That’s a bit dramatic-”

“Dramatic?!” their friend all but screeched. “I will walk home before I listen to another round of your petty insults! Grow the fuck up. You are not five. Get a fucking life.”

Even the others, usually content to let things slide, muttered in agreement, frustration evident on their faces. The weight of their annoyance hung thick in the cold air, pressing down on Y/n and George like a warning.

“Now, hold the flashlight and fix the fucking tyre," their friend snapped. "George, you work with cars. Use your magic and knowledge."

Grudgingly, they complied. With identical scowls, George crouched by the wheel well while Y/n held the flashlight, though she tilted it just slightly off course, her last act of defiance.

“For fuck’s sake, hold it properly,” he snapped, shoving her hand to adjust the angle.

She yanked it back. “Your existence gives me a headache. Go stand over there.”

“I can’t fix the damn tyre from over there.”

“Well, that’s unfortunate.”

George clenched his jaw, inhaling sharply through his nose before he reached for the lug wrench. Y/n expected him to snap again, but instead, there was a brief pause, a fleeting shift in the air between them. His hand brushed against hers, accidental, but enough to make her breath hitch slightly. They both froze for half a second too long, a moment stretched thin between their usual hostility and something neither of them wanted to acknowledge.

And then it was gone.

George cleared his throat and went back to loosening the bolts, while Y/n, for once, didn’t have a sharp remark ready. Instead, she silently adjusted the flashlight, this time actually holding it steady.

The tyre was finally changed, and the group wasted no time piling back into the two cars. The exhaustion of the ordeal had settled in, everyone eager to get home, but the lingering tension between George and Y/n still crackled in the air.

Y/n slid into the backseat, hoping to avoid sitting anywhere near George, but fate had other plans. He climbed in beside her, their legs accidentally brushing against each other in the cramped space. She huffed but didn’t move away. He didn’t either.

The car ride was unusually quiet at first, just the low hum of the road beneath them. Their friends, too drained to deal with another round of arguing, let the silence stretch. But Y/n could feel George’s presence beside her, every breath, every shift in his posture.

As the journey continued, the temperature inside the car started to rise, but the icy tension between them remained. Every now and then, a subtle glance or the way their knees bumped would cause a ripple of something unspoken, something neither of them had the energy to acknowledge outright.

“Don’t think this means I like you,” she muttered under her breath, eyes fixed on the passing scenery.

George turned his head slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

One of their friends sighed loudly, rubbing their temples. “Honestly, you two are exhausting. Just admit you want to rip each other’s clothes off and be done with it.”

Y/n felt heat rise to her cheeks. “Oh, piss off.”

George, for once, had nothing to say. He just smirked, shaking his head as he leaned back against the seat. Their friends weren’t wrong, but admitting that was out of the question.

As the drive continued, exhaustion started to take over. The steady hum of the car and the warmth of the enclosed space made Y/n’s eyelids heavy. Before she could stop herself, her head lolled slightly to the side, landing against George’s shoulder. He stiffened for a moment, glancing down at her, but he didn’t move away. If anything, he shifted slightly, making it more comfortable for her.

Their friends noticed immediately, exchanging silent, amused glances in the rearview mirror. No one dared to comment, not yet. But when, minutes later, George’s head slowly tipped, resting lightly against Y/n’s, the barely contained laughter from the front seat was impossible to ignore.

“I’m taking a picture,” one of them whispered, barely holding in a chuckle.

Another smiled. “This is the best thing that’s happened all day, probably all year.”

And yet, despite the quiet teasing, neither of them stirred. Maybe, just maybe, the war between them wasn’t as real as they wanted everyone to believe.

Taglist: @itsjustkhaos @crashingwavesofeuphoria @maryvibess @ironmaiden1313 @sltwins @heart-trees @npcmia @llando4norris

[g1rlken]

obsessed/possessive felix catton 🫣

Oh. Oh absolutely.

Anon you’re so real for this one🤞

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Obsessive felix

word count: 1.3k (one shot)

Warnings: the req +sorry if he gets a bit toxic

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For someone who grew up with a second pair of everything irreplaceable items were rare for felix. Or people, most relations superficial, nothing money can’t buy. That’s why she was different. He had to work for her, to be noticed to gain her affection. As unusual as it was for him he didn’t mind it.

Before they even started dating, it was difficult for felix to try and get her attention. They had different majors and one friend group in common most of whose gatherings she rarely joined. Occasional weekends here and there. He asked about her around, causality came naturally to him so most didn’t suspect a thing. Her lectures, her schedule, library visits, he memorised it all within a time span of a few days.

Felix would pick up the book she’d be returning at library, at first it was only to get an insight to what she’s interested in. What she reads in order to strike a conversational of coincidentally having same interests. However her long kept book smelt like her fragrance. It made him question his sanity halfway through a book on fluid mechanics if he was trapped by the contents of the book or the scent of her from it, it was the latter.

Much pinning, much accident meetings later they’d finally hit off. From his own past patterns and experiences in romance felix knew he would feel less and less intensely for her once he’d have her. She surprised him. As did himself, his feelings grew much more intensely than decreasing.

He felt wholly consumed by the being of her and it still felt not enough. He wanted to be drenched like the sand by the sea during a storm, he wanted her to be the rays that open his life like the petals of a morning glory flower. Because in one sense she was the answer to his glory, the glory he’s had to work for. One he wanted to announce to the whole world that she was his and the one he wanted to shield from the whole world because she was his. And his only.

She brought a sense of grounded serenity with her, in the morning with her locks softly spilled over his chest as she’d sleep through her first alarm which would evidently wake him up before her but he’d be glad. Because it would result to let him have his most cherished moment, the softest of mornings with her in his arms. The second alarm would only make him hold her tighter, not wanting to let go off her so soon.

One would forgo and turn a blind eye to a lot of things for love, his tender love came at the expense of his intense one as well. Though he was the softest of lovers, with her behind closed doors. It could most certainly be felt being with him however at certain instances it could be accounted for just how fiercely he loved. Aggressive make out sessions at the party, if someone stared at her a bit too long. It got awkward at times, in his lap or against the wall in a crowded dimly lit room. Not for him of course, it could get overbearing at times though. “You always pull something like that!” She complained as they returned from this one party, felix thought his possessive traits were subtle.

“Like what? Like kissing you? My girlfriend?” He questioned with a scoff as he removed his jacket and hanged it on the door hanger inside her dorm room.

“No-but a whole make out session? There were people around!” She complained trying to reason with him, had she felt uncomfortable with it she could’ve told him during it but it wasn’t that. Yet there was something she couldn’t pinpoint or maybe chose not to.

“It was a party” he scoffed as he walked over to her and pulled her closer to him by her waist to pause her whining, “it’s common to make out with your girlfriend at a party.”

She pulled away from his grasp, not wanting to have the firmness of the conversation she was trying to have be dismayed “No it’s always like this, especially at parties. You basically manhandle me the entire time-“

“Manhandle you?” He stopped her midway, scoffing at the sound of her baseless proponent “Really? So dancing with you, kissing you is now manhandling you?”

“It’s not, but your arms around me, kissing my neck, trying to kiss me while I’m in the middle of a conversation with someone that’s so unideal.” She advocated for what she was trying to say, she knew he was always big on physical touch and she never once minded it. However it wasn’t the first time it had happened where she’d try to have a normal conversation with anyone and felix would kiss the nape of her neck as she’d talk, pull her into his lap if she was sitting next to him. Completely disregarding whoever she was conversing with.

“So having a conversation is much more important than being close to me?” He asked, his tone was mild and composure relaxed but he felt border line offended.

“That’s not what I’m saying…” she sighed rubbing her eyes for a second, “you know that’s not how I’m saying it-“

“—Oh no please enlighten me how much of an inconvenience it is if I kiss you in front of other people!” Felix interrupted her.

“We just seem like that obnoxious PDA couple everywhere we go! And it’s not just this party or parties in general-everywhere you just…” she trailed off looking for the right word.

“Suffocate you.” He filled in for her with a scoff and looked away from her crossing his arms.

“No.” She replied firmly “No you just get overbearing. Where does that come from, talk to me.”

“Do you seriously want me to justify myself for wanting to be close to my girlfriend? Do you hear yourself?”

“Do you hear yourself felix!” Exclaiming she sighed regaining her composure, “Its like you can’t stomach the fact that I exist outside of this relationship, why can’t you just commute and tell me what’s your issue?”

“You don’t get it do you?” He let out a dejected scoff and approached closer to her, “it is fucking infuriating to see you paint me out like I’m irrational-I’m not impulsive because I’m madly in love, y/n, I am madly in love with you and I know exactly what I’m doing. To safeguard what we have, after you the most precious thing that’s happened to me is our relationship. We come off as an obnoxious couple? I come off as possessive? Fuck it.” He stated confidently as he took her hands in his, “I care about you, your sense of self and individuality is very dear to me and I’m sorry if you feel otherwise. I’ve never been in this place before where losing someone would worry me but losing you terrifies me to my core. I’m not irrational, I'm maybe rational to the point of obsession. But I am just a man who loves you more than anything in this world.” His gaze never lifted off of her eyes the entire time and he felt a bit surreal having confessed his all-consuming, all-encompassing love for her. There was a sense of vulnerability in being freed of the truth.

“Felix…” she breathed as her gaze softened, his flaws were the same as hers in a different dynamic and he was rough around the edges but now after what he confessed? She saw his love in a different much serious and committed light. Devoted. She looked down at her hands in his and back up at him with a soft smile adorning her face, she didn’t know how else to reply to him so she just leaned forward brushing her lips against his in a passionate kiss. He held held her in his arms lengthening the kiss.

“You’re mine. Mine to protect, mine to love, mine to cherish.”

“—Yours.”

[calolily]

You know what? I’m tired of this. I’m not responsible for the anon post about Gewhana. If I had done it I would have put my name on it, I’m no coward. I will say this with my whole chest.

The people harassing me and slandering me are:

Ethan- @nerdepic aka- @ethanillustrations - aka @wizardpregant there are more as he makes new accounts every other day to evade blocking.

Sam- @gewhanaa

And their friends in Ethan’s clique.

Back in November- December Gewhana made an anonymous hate blog that targeted the owner of Bloodweave sanctuary Discord. I moderated this Discord server. I was dragged along with the owner Pandora who was driven out of the fandom and is no longer my friend as a direct result of Gewhana’s actions. 400+ members of Sanctuary lost their community. Many are still mourning the loss of the server myself included.

The anon blog was a targeted attack against Pandora because of mod actions they took against Gewhana on a previous server regarding MJ and it was a vendetta that Gewhana still holds.

I have never retaliated against Gewhana for doing this.

When I found out who was behind the blog I blocked them but we shared a server for a zine we were both on.

I had never shared a server with someone I had blocked before so I reached out to the mods for guidance on whether I could leave the server since my contribution was complete or if they needed me to stay and what I should do.

I explained the situation with screen shots of the blog and told them how I felt. I never asked for Gewhana to be removed.

These are the screen shots of the full interaction with the zine mods. (Under the cut at the end)

Gewhana ran to several friends and spoke out on other servers and openly bashed me saying I was throwing my weight around trying to get them banned from a the zine. I did no such thing. They were getting a talking to as a consequence of their own actions and they tried to blame me. To frame me as a bully for asking for guidance from the mods. Any action the mods took was within their own judgment.

As you can see from my reaction to them telling me Gewhana was staying on the zine after making a really hollow and I feel a PR show of an apology (under duress) with no real contrition. All the same, I accepted it to keep the peace on the zine. This is where their targeted harassment began.

After this Gewhana has repeatedly harassed me and Ayvaines even though they are blocked. I have done moderated conversation with them to try and ask them to leave me alone. I begged to be left alone and they didn’t relent. They were recently banned from BW Brainrot Discord for this harassment and for brigaiding against another friend of mine at Ethan’s behest.

Someone he has been harassing continuously for 4 almost 5 years. Someone that has said nothing to him or about him in all that time and blocks every new alt account he makes to stalk them.

He has two police reports against him now. One that was a written warning to stop and now a second because he has kept going. Hopefully he will end up in jail after the amount of evidence of his behavior that was provided this time. Thankfully the laws in the UK are more stringent about cyber bullying and harassment.

The only reason I EVER found out Ethan’s name was because of lil’ hiro coming into my patreon DMs to spread a google doc full of private screen shots from DMs belonging to someone else. Screen shots of a private break up where my friend was hurt and confused, in an attempt to get me to join their harassment and witch-hunt against this friend.

I in the most polite and professional way I could declined interest in joining their witch hunt. And they became aggressive. I refunded their sub and blocked them. They came into my patreon DMs because this behavior is against Discord tos and they were avoiding a report. I believe this whole heartedly.

The doc they use to try and sell their narrative of my friend being an abuser and being problematic, contains emotional reactions that are completely normal with a sudden break up. They make allegations of non-consensual sexual conduct- these are also lies and intentionally misleading. The person they are saying was assaulted made no such allegations. Ethan aggressively insists he knows what happened and that my friend is a predator because he says so. The alleged victim said it was consensual and Ethan still (as a third uninvolved party) insists it wasn’t. It’s suspicious to me that Ethan’s romantic advances had been spurned by my friend soon before this harassment began. What was it Shakespeare said about someone scorned?

My friend never told me who Ethan was before that point.

These people act ugly and nasty on their main accounts. They are outwardly aggressive and mean. They are misogynistic and hateful to women. They are transphobic and misgender people they don’t like just to be hurtful. They blame me for every consequence of their own actions and I am tired of hearing about it.

I am a kind person. I am a patient person but I am not a doormat.

I will not lie down and take the slander and bullying any longer.

I am not a soulless emotionless monolith. I am a person with feelings and I care deeply for my friends and they care for me.

I have never done anything to these people or retaliated in any way when they make hate blogs and call out blogs slandering me. They get banned from projects because of what they do publicly. People notice.

They think I’m some super villain pulling all the strings against them because they can’t take any responsibility for their actions.

I hear about the nasty things they say and do from friends that find their comments and things they post on anonymous platforms. I have all of them blocked and they still harass and watch my every move looking for things to harass me about.

I left all public discords for this reason.

I’ve tried ignoring. I’ve tried mediation. I’ve tried blocking.

If I am not left alone, I will be contacting appropriate law enforcement and any licensing boards, colleges, and work places and reporting their behavior. Any place I can find to make sure they have real world consequences for their actions. I am through taking the abuse.

I have seen ample evidence of their behavior and abuse spewed from their own mouths. They have no proof of their lies against me and my friends. Because there is none to have.

We are adults here and when you harass, berate and slander an adult there are real world consequences.

This isn’t high school. You won’t be getting detention and slap on the wrist for bullying several people to near suicide. You will lose things.

My only crime this whole time is supporting friends that have been harassed and stalked and bullied. They see me as a threat because I have a moderately sized following. I can protect my friend a little with my good reputation. So they are trying to ruin it. It’s insidious and disgusting and I’m tired of letting it slide.

I am very close to washing my hands of this entire fandom and receding to my private server and patreon only. I share my creations publicly because I want to. I don’t care about followings or clout. I have certainly enjoyed the support and the dialogue with people that enjoy what I do, but these people are making it extremely difficult for me to want to put myself out there.

None of those harassment of ME matters. The only reason I am still involved is to protect my friend and support them. It’s a catch 22 if I didn’t care about and support my friend, they wouldn’t harass me.

This is the last anyone will hear from me on this matter. Sorry for the long post. No fandom tags here. This is personal.

[bobskysworld]

Hiya, i love your fics and im not sure if you take requests but if you do could you write one for xavi simons taking care of the reader when she comes home drunk. xo

Happy Hour-Xavi Simons

pairing: xavi x fem!reader

note: 🥳🥳Second request whoop whoop! yes ofc my requests are open so please feel free to go to town!

when Xavi shooed you out of the house purse in hand, heels strapped to your ankles he had no idea what he was signing himself up for. The 1:03AM blinked at him from the nightstand like a reminder of his minute mistake, but you needed to relax, between taking care of him and finishing your honours degree you were stretched thin and theathering the lines of a breakdown

sighing he checked your location one more time, blinking in surprise when it showed you were at home but receiving confirmation from the door handle jiggling. he jogged downstairs to find you stumbling through the door, you giggled at your lack of pain before hushing yourself.

xavi smiled as you attempted to tackle the buckle keeping your heels on your feet.

“shit” you mumbled falling on your ass

deciding he had seen enough Xavi switched the lights on and made his way over to you

“omg who are you?!” you asked panicked “INTRUDER!”

“calm down” Xavi said trying to calm you down “i’m your boyfriend”

you eyed him up and down, narrowing your eyes “are you shitting me?”

“nope, there’s evidence all over this house” xavi said taking your heels off your feet

“you’re too pretty to be my boyfriend” you slurred “did my dad bribe you to date me?”

“no, but he will kill me if he found out i let you get this sloshed” xavi laughed scooping you into his arms

xavi put you on the bed, telling you to sit still before making his way into the bathroom to grab some cotton pads and make up remover. he put your head in his lap, carefully removing the make up in comfortable silence before you spoke up

“why are you my boyfriend?” you asked nearly catching xavi off guard

“because you are smart, beautiful, funny, caring, supportive, empathetic, kind, loving, and the list is long” xavi said

“i’m not as beautiful as the other ones” you said

“what?” xavi asked now caught off guard

“the other ladies” you said sitting up to look at xavi “they’re skinny, tall, beautiful, super models”

a beat of silence passed “and i’m just me”

“hey now” Xavi said taking your face into his hands “i don’t want all of that, i want you, silly, carefree you who forgets to eat because she’s too busy studying, ends up so lost in her thoughts that she walks to places she doesn’t know and transfers universities to support me”

“you are more than enough for me, so much so that sometimes i feel like i’m not enough for you, that you’d rather have stability than this crazy footballers lifestyle that has you changing courses mid semester” Xavi voiced lowly

“simp” you hiccuped giggling

“you suck” xavi laughed kissing your forehead

falling back in laughter xavi took the moment to grab some pjs for you, returning to find you heaving in laughter.

“come let’s get you dressed” he said

“oh my gosh, take me out for dinner first before undressing me” you said grabbing the jacket around you and wrapping it tighter around you

“i’ll have you know i’ve taken you to MANY dinners over the past 3 years madam” xavi said poking your side

“LIAR!” you yelled

“oh yeah?” Xavi challenged “the time i took you out and you shot pasta sauce out your nose from laughing so hard”

“SHHH” you hushed xavi like someone would overhear him

“you’re an idiot” xavi laughed

“your idiot” you smiled at him

“my idiot” xavi smiled leaning in for a kiss only to be stopped by your hand on his chest

“i think i’ve forgotten how to kiss” you say panicked

“baby please it’s 2 in the morning and i have training” xavi groaned

“catch me if you can” you smiled bolting down the stairs

xavi sighed knowing you wouldn’t make this easy for him, he nearly let you tire yourself out until a loud bang sounded from the kitchen followed by a groan

“i think i bruised my appendix” you said from the kitchen floor

“you don’t have one beautiful” xavi sighed referring to the appendicitis that had you both running to the hospital in the early hours 9 months ago “let’s get you to bed drunkie”

“i am not drunk” you insisted

“tell the time then” xavi challenged

intently you turned to the clock hanging from above ghe kitchen entrence, squinting you said

“i am not drunk”

“point proven” xavi laughed throwing you over his shoulder

finally after 20 minutes of debating and a promise of ice cream for breakfast you’d dressed in the pjs and been tucked into bed. when Xavi returned with the bucket, water and pain tablets, you had passed clean out on his side of the bed. with a smile he placed the items down and switched the room light off, kissing your head he made himself comfortable.

“goodnight kleine onruststoker” (my little trouble maker”

[deathlessathanasia]

Hi! I’ve a question regarding wounding gods. There’re a ton of myths in which we see them getting harmed, sometimes needing someone to tend to their wounds. However I believe they can sort of regenerate, right? Like Prometheus. But also, there’s the castration of Uranus and he didn’t get his penis to grow back. Are there sources for how this works? Is a special weapon required to harm them forever? If one of them gets their arm cut off for example, is it cut out forever? If a god gets a superficial cut does it heal fast? I know it probably varies from source to source, but I’ve been trying to wrap my head around how it might generally work.

We have the examples of Aphrodite, Ares and Hades in Book 5 of the Iliad, all of whom needed to be healed by another god after being stabbed (by Diomedes and Athena) or shot (by Herakles): Aphrodite's wound (presumably because it was more superficial) was taken care of by her mother, but Ares and Hades needed the help of the healer god Paieon who spread soothing herbs/ointments on their wounds. Thetis, too, according to Phylarchos, went to Thessaly and healed in the city Thetideion after Hephaistos wounded her with his hammer. Then there is Zeus during certain accounts (Apollodoros' Library, Nonnos' Dionysiaca) of the Typhonomachy: he loses his sinews and needs someone to bring them back to him in order to heal, but no special healing techniques are mentioned and apparently all that is needed is casually putting them back into place. But perhaps Zeus is just special; he did take an axe to the head like it was nothing after all (and carried a baby into his thigh). Some gods are more „godlike” than others. Anyways, judging by the example of Zeus in the Typhonomachy one assumes that if a god got their arm cut off they would need to attach it back. Who knows though? Maybe a removed body part would in fact regenerate but slowly whereas Zeus needed a fast solution to his problem, but the first interpretation would make sense of the Ouranos situation as well. Interestingly, both Ouranos and Zeus (in Apollodoros' account of the battle with Typhon) were injured with an adamantine sickle.

There are also instances of gods getting wounded without any mention of the healing process, such as Hera when Herakles shot her or Ares when Herakles (again! that guy is such a menace) stabbed him twice according to the (Pseudo-)Hesiodic Shield of Herakles. Maybe Paieon got involved then too, but the wound of Hera is described in an interesting way in Iliad 5: „And Hera too endured, when the powerful son of Amphitryon struck her, down into her right breast, with a three-barbed arrow; then pain that could not be soothed (ἀνήκεστον … ἄλγος) gripped even her.” (trans. Alexander) Could it be that we have an example of an incurrable wound here? In this same passage the pain of Hades when enduring the same ordeal is also emphasised, but in his case it is specified that Paion used analgesics for his injury. Maybe not though. It could simply be meant to draw attention to the great suffering that arrow put her through.

The quickly regenerating liver of Prometheus seems to be an exception. Many people have taken this and the similar tale of Tityos' punishment as evidence that the ancient Greeks were aware of the regenerating property of the liver and it's a really cool idea, but other than these specific stories there is no evidence that they were. If it was common knowledge even as early as Hesiod, then one would expect to find it mentioned in medical texts at least. Maybe the regeneration is part of the punishment. Or maybe divine internal organs are naturally like this (Tityos was not a god though), who knows?

Are special weapons required to harm gods permanently? Maybe. There is the sickle that castrated Ouranos, and there is the thunderbolt that not only left Typhon permanently charred (Aischylos' Prometheus Bound) or on fire (Apollodoros' Library) but according to Zeus himself in Book 8 of the Iliad would inflict such grievous injuries on Hera and Athena that they would not be able to heal even in ten years. Maybe not. In some accounts (Apollodoros' Library, Lucian's On Sacrifice, Valerius Flaccus' Argonautica) Hephaistos' legs are permanently injured as a result of his fall from Olympos but probably he is a unique case since disability plays such a big role in who he is.

[redheadwannabesblog]

Weasleys revenge: missing scene HBP

A few days after Ron getting poisoned Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Luna sat in the hospital wing with him. Ginny had dropped off a stack of old editions of Quidditch Monthly that she’d thought Ron would like. Luna placed a large pink crystal next to his bed that she swore would speed his recovery. 

Hermione grimaced but at the look Ginny shot her said it was a very nice thought. Hermione tried to convince Ron to catch up on some schoolwork but he just groaned “what’s the point of nearly dying if I can’t even get out of a few essays.”

The doors to the hospital wing swung open and Romilda Vane came charging in flanked by two girls Harry vaguely recognized from the train. It took him a moment to realize it was in fact Romilda because her pale skin and dark hair had turned a deep green color. She looked like the Wicked Witch in the Wizard of Oz that he had seen glimpses of before the Dursley’s had quickly changed the channel on the TV. 

Romilda looked straight at Ginny and spat “you did this to me didn’t you!!!”

Ginny looked up at her in mock surprise and said simply “ I don’t know what you are talking about. What is it you think I’ve done?”

“This, you witch! My hair! my skin! I look like I’m covered in moss. Get it off me!!”

Despite being shouted at Ginny looked up calmly. “Are you accusing me of turning you green?”

“Of course I am! Who else would’ve been mental enough to do this?!”

Hermione jumped up clearly in Prefect mode when Ginny stood and walked towards Romilda. 

“Well Romilda, poisoning another student is a serious accusation. Something like that would be enough to earn someone a month of detention if they weren’t suspended. So I hope you have some evidence other than me being mental. 

But we should get to the bottom of this. Tell me did whoever poison you leave something behind, like I don’t know were they stupid enough to sign their name?” 

At this she held out a small bit of parchment toward Romilda that Harry recognized as the note from the box of spiked chocolate cauldrons. He wondered briefly how she had found it before turning his attention back to the scene unfolding. Hermione looked concerned. Ron was looking on in great interest as nothing this exciting had happened in days. 

Romilda stared down at the note. 

“Oh come on! that was harmless.”

Ginny calm was gone at this. Anger flushed her face and the note in her hand was crumbled in her clenched fist. 

“HARMLESS! 

You tried to poison my friend, you actually poisoned my brother and  he could have died! “

“That wasn’t my fault and I got that potion from your other brothers BY THE WAY!”

“Oh believe me Fred and George already got an earful and they have learned their lesson and recalled the last of those awful love potions. Nothing about this was harmless and Ron wouldn’t be in that bed if it wasn’t for you! So maybe whoever turned you green wanted you to know what being forced into something outside of your control feels like!!!”

“THAT IS ENOUGH!” Everyone jumped to see madam Pomfrey standing behind them looking livid. 

“Miss Vane, I’m am sure the coloring is temporary. Go grab a bed over there and I will be right with you. I’m sure your friends can leave you alone for a little while.”

Romilda marched to a bed as far from Ginny as possible. And hid herself behind a curtain. 

Madam Pomfrey looked at Ginny. Who had gone back to her seat between a stunned looking Ron and a gleeful Luna. 

“Now do you have ideas on what might remove that coloring, Miss Weasley.”

“I never said it was me who did it.” Ginny said trying and failing to look innocent. 

Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes. “Of course not. I only meant hypothetically”

Ginny looked up at her and said slowly “hypothetically it would probably wash away with a bit of rosewater”.

The matron turned and walked towards her medicine cabinet. 

“Wow Ginny” said Ron smugly “I had no idea you cared so much.”

“Oh shut up and read your magazine. And don’t look at me like that Granger you once trapped a woman in a jar and transported her across England, so don’t judge me. “

Harry burst out laughing. Ginny’s glower disappear and she started laughing too. The monster in his chest was beaming. 

[mayonaisalspray]

I’ve been thinking a lot about the Ace Attorney anime recently. I know a LOT of people like to shit on it, and while I can theoretically see why (and it does definitely have problems), I don’t understand why some of its more interesting elements go entirely unnoticed. For example, the scene where Maya finally decides to trust Phoenix is PHENOMENAL and I want to talk about it.

Maya has made it very clear that there are two reasons she doesn’t want Phoenix to be her lawyer. 1: he literally won his first case like 2 days ago. He doesn’t have any experience. And 2: she doesn’t think Phoenix truly believes in her. Maya remembers how Phoenix looked at her like she was a murderer, and she doubts him because of it.

Phoenix never says outright if he did or didn’t think she killed Mia (I’m of the mind that he didn’t personally but I don’t think there’s evidence to prove either way) but Maya is the chief’s little sister, and he has to try and protect her now that she’s gone. He bikes around town in the pouring rain trying to find someone who will take her case. He doesn’t want to leave her alone when she’s at her lowest, because he knows how that feels

We go back to the visitor’s center. Phoenix is soaked, his hair is messed up, and he has petals he hasn’t bothered to remove all over him. But he has a massive list of defense attorneys that he’s narrowed down to two that will listen to Maya’s case. He shows her the drenched notebook with their names, and we see a frantic scribbled and crossed out mess of a list.

We then see a short shot of petals falling into a puddle. I didn’t get why they put this in at first. But then I remembered “oh yeah spring is like THE metaphor for change!” And it all made sense! It represents a few things. Maya’s changing mind (she realizes just how determined Phoenix is to help her and that he does believe in her now), hope after everything that happened (it’s a few small petals in a big puddle, which isn’t much but it’s a signal that things can get better), and new beginnings (the start of Phoenix and Maya’s blossoming friendship).

And then we’re back in the interrogation room. Phoenix has turned away from Maya so that he can continue looking for someone to help her. Maya has tears in her eyes as she’s realizing everything that Phoenix is doing for her. Maya approaches the glass, and Phoenix has a sudden change of mind and turns back towards her. And at the same time, Phoenix asks to defend her, and Maya asks him to defend him.

And then they both bonk their heads on the glass trying to thank the other

It’s SUCH a FANTASTIC scene! It’s a beautiful little moment between one of my favorite duos in all of fiction and I’m not going to lie I did tear up when I watched it for the first time

[mazeofyeni]

SO MESSY ! SO SCANDALOUS ! ࿔. scandals she’s been in

( 対 ) CONTAINS ! · mentions of bullying and harassment , manipulation , smoking and stalker fans

julianna has seen her fair share of drama , from alleged buying votes during the survival show to her parents connections to hybe theories all have been disproven or fact checked by fans … but only a few have been responded too directly from the girl herself or the company …

THE BULLYING SCANDAL started off as a tweet made from an anonymous page , but was deleted an hour after being made public ; it didn’t gain the much traction aside from a few people. this happened while i - land was still being filmed , but people forgot about it.

it was brought up again by the same account 3 months after enhypen’s debut , this time the post stayed up. the tweet claimed to be a ex friend of julianna who she went to school with; they claimed while she was in a school in japan she became a well known bully in her school. there were many claims many in which the anonymous person claimed she forced them into doing things for her , that she would use her families money in the states to threaten people in her class.

it quickly blew up and there were soon hashtags for her removal. after a day or two of silence on belifts end , a statement was released by them saying that the entire thing wasn’t true and they had evidence to refute the allegations. one being they said when she was in school in japan , and it’s true she did go to school in japan , but she was only in 3rd grade and it was only for 7 months because her aunt had fallen sick. and the school they claimed she went to in japan wasn’t the school she went to , she went to a international school during her stay.

fans also debunked the smaller evidence, one being a picture of her , it was a picture of her in middle school , but it wasn’t in japan , and the photo turned out to be posted by one of her friends in america , she posted in support of her when she joined the show.

the original poster was hounded for days but never gave an apology or an explanation on why they lied , they didn’t even shut down the account , they locked it up for a week or two before opening it back up and started posting enhypen updates — excluding jules of course.

JUST TWO YEARS LATER jules found herself in another scandal , one pertaining to her relationship with sunoo. the scandal came after a video behind the scenes of the two emerged ; in the video the way it’s shot it looked like she had kissed him. fans began to slow the video down and it blew up — it was slowed down and analyzed until it was the only video you would see scrolling down your timeline of you were on twitter and stanned enhypen.

it didn’t make it any better for them when belift took the video down to delete the clip , re-uploading it. fans took this as admission and ran with it , and it didn’t look like the company was gonna say anything. this time surprisingly she didn’t get the most hate like she was already getting , but instead sunoo was , which was pissing her off and the company wasn’t saying anything — so she took it in her hand.

she took to live to explain that she and sunoo weren’t dating , that nothing was happening between the two. she even said that the hate towards them , sunoo specifically was unnecessary and uncalled for and that she wouldn’t stand for it. she even started reporting comments about her and sunoo on the live that were derogatory.

till this day some fans believe that they were dating and they were kissing in that video … but everytime a fans bring it up it normally turns sour between the fans because they remember it was a hard time for the both of them.

HER MOST RECENT SCANDAL couldn’t have come at a worse time in her personal life. the same account behind most of her scandals and her most infamous bullying scandal decided to try and ruin her life even more after they posted a photo of someone who looked almost exactly like her , claiming that it was a photo of her smoking predebut.

this once again went viral and caused backlash on both sides , some fans defending her. some fans actually siding with the account and against her. this cause people to bring up all of her old scandals and people ran wild with that , and it got to a point where belift couldn’t ignore it.

they denied all accusations even the old ones and they said they’d be filling a complaint against the account that has been basically terrorizing the girl since debut. also luckily the person who was actually in the photo got wind of it and came forward with proof that it was them and that they were well over the age in the photo. they even apologized to jules , which prompt her to come out and apologize to the girl.

so far they haven’t been able to find out who exactly is behind the account or shut down the account and the person doesn’t seem to care because they still post updates with enhypen… once again without her.

©️MAZEOFYENI

[nkogneatho]

pasi pls tell me how karasu breaks my heart i need a reason to kick him out of the mind palace

i am so sorry to inform you but karasu never abruptly tells you he is over this relationship but he slowly starts slipping away. a few bad arguements which are totally fixable btw but he immediately goes and vents to otoya. and otoya does what he's best at. giving the worst relationship advices. otoya takes karasu to a club and asks some girls to make his mood better because he's feeling down.

karasu doesn't open up to them but he also thinks it's pointless to think abour your fight. he should just enjoy the moment. you're at your place crying and thinking about ways to fix it wondering why hasn't he texted you in days. only then. you receive a story notification. it's otoya's. he is dancing with some girls. and then it hits you. you spot karasu in the back, chatting up with someone. shit. shit shit shit. no fucking way. your calls are unintentionally ignored with his phone in his jacket. karasu drives back to his place to find you on the front porch. your eyes are red. an obvious evidence of all the crying. all he does is sigh. he fucking sighs. he feels another arguement coming. and he's so tired that he'd rather end it than go through it all over again.

"we need to talk." your voice full of pain.

"there's nothing to talk about. we should've ended this way before." it stings you. his words gouging at what's left of your heart. you try to debate but it's shot down with another sentence from him. he removes his jacket and wraps them around you "it's cold out there. be safe." and that's when you realize.

no more call me when you reach okay?

or i am not leaving until i see you go inside safely when he drops you off. he always drops you off.

or just following you in anyway, locking the door behind him, hoping no interruptions in the bedroom.

nothing. now it's leaving you out with his pathetic jacket and locking his door. never looking back.