#and i love how their journey together clearly isn’t over

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thank you boonboomger!

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if you’re still taking requests, i’m a sucker for a good one bed trope with our boy Eddie🤭

Too Close for Comfort

requested by the lovely @braindelete , hope you enjoy! ☺️

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings: Tension, angst, cliche trope.

divider by @cafekitsune

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The quiet spinning world came to a sturdy halt as your fatigue stricken eyes landed on the single double bed centred in the middle of the motel room. You had specifically asked for a room with two beds but clearly the receptionist was also engulfed in a thick mist of sleep induced haze. You couldn’t blame her— it was 3 a.m.

The story explaining how you and Eddie Munson ended up in such a predicament was as simple as this— Steve Harrington’s wedding reception. Yes… that’s right, Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington was finally screwing his courage to the sticking place and settling down with his lovely fiancé whom he met during freshman year at college.

You had met her a few times, but with your busy schedule you were always left wishing you were able to spend more time with them and so when your invitation came in the mail, stamped with a ‘Save The Date’ announcement you were ecstatic. Only issue? You couldn’t quite pinpoint the moment where you ended up getting stuck in a van with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson on this 5 hour long car journey from one state to the next.

He had matured slightly, you could give him that praise. But a lot about him remained unchallenged and the same. He was unapologetic about the way he was, he had always been that way. You admired that about him… ever since you had met in high school.

“Shit.” Eddie’s voice grumbled in the still air, rippling down your spine, “I swear this isn’t some dumb ploy, the lady said there would be two beds.” You could sense his nerves in his hoarse sleep deprived voice and it left your skin tingling. You sighed as you watched Eddie peripherally drag a pale hand down his face.

“Look, I’ll sleep on the ground. I wanna go out for a cig’ anyways so that leaves you with first dibs on the bed.”

You immediately laughed, a crazed and obnoxiously loud laugh that caused one of Eddie’s pierced eyebrows to perk on his forehead in confusion and distaste.

“Dibs?” You echoed and Eddie’s features softened as he came to realise you were teasing him, “What, are you five?” He rightfully huffs in response and you try to ignore the tightening of your chest and the way your gaze lingers a second too long on the glint of light that crosses over his muddy brown eyes.

“I’ll happily take the bed if you don’t want it, smartass.” His challenge silences you and your own face scrunches in dissatisfaction as you scoff.

“Nope. Like you said, I called first dibs.” Eddie brought out a petty childish side to you and it caused a smug grin to eat up the corners of your lips as you pounced onto the bed. Both of your legs and arms were spread to each corner of the mattress and in defeat, Eddie left the room to the porch balcony just outside the front door.

Through the pale curtains of the motel room you could see the porch light casting a shadow through the fabric. Eddie’s silhouette engulfed the green carpeted ground and you were almost hypnotised by the small blood orange cherry of his cigarette burning like a powerful beacon of light through the blackness.

You watched the fire flicker and eventually die and as you did, it soothed you to close your eyes and just breathe.

This whole journey had been nothing but stressful and borderline tormenting. Eddie made your head spin and your teeth clatter together and then, just as you thought you could prepare yourself for his spontaneous outbursts, he would confuse you and show you a whole other side of him. A side you hadn’t seen in years. A side that reminded you of why you were ever friends in the first place.

Sure, you two weren’t overly close, but you would’ve taken a bullet for one another. That’s what it meant to be part of that friend group. The love was endless and forgiveness was a priority. Nothing could separate you from your friends and vice versus.

Unless that separation was college or jobs or distance.

And as time ticked mercilessly onward, you heard from everybody less and less. The only glue tethering you to Hawkin’s was Steve. He was the only one who fought to keep in touch with you, despite your trying efforts to push everyone away.

Pulling you from your thoughts, Eddie grabbed two pillows from beside your head and he made himself a pity worthy bed on the floor.

You sit upright and before you can even contemplate what you’re doing, you are speaking, “Eddie, you can sleep up here with me. Just… don’t get any weird ideas.” It pained you that you had to even say such a thing to him, but you were both adults now and you had both probably spent way too many nights just like this one. Only difference being that whoever you slept with was gone within an hour of you dozing off. And they were a stranger.

But Eddie… Eddie was no stranger to you. Even after all of this time.

“Scouts honour.” He presses his palm to his chest and you smile softly, your eyes following his bodies every move as he climbs into the bed next to you, so cooly that you would’ve thought he was used to doing this sort of thing, “Let’s get a quick two or three hours before we need to be up and on the road again.”

The dark brunettes voice trails off in your ear and you nod hesitantly, your eyes trained on the stained ceiling of the room, “Yeah...” you reply absentmindedly.

“Yep.” Eddie shifts next to you, mirroring your laying position and you fight every instinct to turn your head and look at him.

To look into those milky chocolate eyes that are sweet enough to give you a toothache.

“Eddie?” Your voice is hushed, an echoing whisper.

“Hmm, yeah?” He turns his head toward you, his eyes warming the skin of your cheek but your face remains trained ahead of you.

“You never called… you never reached out.” Your mouth sours into a slight frown, “Why?”

You felt like a kid again, sharing a bed with your friend. Staying up way too late, eating way too much junk and sharing way too much of your feelings. It felt all too foreign and all too familiar.

“Neither did you.” Words that should have made your skin turn to ice only made your heart crack in your chest at the honest truth that Eddie was right.

Your hands fist the quilt that shields your body so tightly that you’re sure your knuckles would be pale.

For a moment you were stilted, your stubborn nature battling with what was the right thing to do. To say. And the harder you tried to conjure up something to say, the longer the silence thickened the air between you and the metal head lying next to you.

“Just because you didn’t hear from me doesn’t mean that I wasn’t thinking about you,” there was a pause full of anticipation and only then were you able to look at Eddie, “I thought about you all of the time. Every day…” Eddie catches himself, and you watch as he gulps thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down his throat, “I thought about everyone.”

You study him for a moment, quietly admiring the freckles littered over the bridge of his nose and his rosy cheeks. The slope of his tired eyes and the softness of his eyebrows. The thickness of his eyelashes left you envious of their length and you hate that your heart leaps as soon as you glimpse down at his plump pink lips.

“I thought about you too. I guess I was just too stubborn to be the first one to reach out…” Your cheek nuzzles further into the feathery pillow beneath your head and for a moment you are certain that Eddie stops breathing, “I’m sorry.”

And you meant it. With your whole heart.

“I’m sorry too…” Eddie’s response is sombre in comparison to your own and at the time you weren’t aware of what was racing through Eddie’s mind.

Bubbling beneath his calm demeanour Eddie was thinking back to all the times he had called in the middle of the night and hung up as soon as your voice bounced back through the receiver. All of the times he used you as his muse for a sketch in his sketch book and the motivation you provided him for all of the times he struggled to get up on stage and perform. You were all he could think about for years. And then one day…

He was forced to give you up. He had to stop because it was hindering his life. He couldn’t quit you.. no matter how hard he tried. And finally, after many failed attempts, things started getting easier— his mind would wander occasionally but not even near as much as it used to.

Now, lying next to you, your perfume tingling his nostrils and your hair tickling his shoulder. It all came rushing back. The drug he couldn’t rid himself of. The lost love of his life. He would sit in this torturous pain forever if it meant he could be this close to you— even if it was only for a little while.

He should have told you in that moment. But he didn’t.

His love for you died in his chest.

And as he watched you slowly succumb to beautifully dark sleep, he slipped out of the bed to step outside…

Only so he could sob to himself and leave you to rest.

Eddie cried gently into his hands, the hands he wished could caress your skin, hoping that one day he would be able to muster up the courage to tell you the truth. The truth he should have told you all of those years ago. The confession he should have told you right there and then.

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pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader wc: 1.8k words warnings: reader wears earrings; mention of ways to die (in a “comic” way)

“lucky i’m in love with my best friend”

If there was something you never gave up on it was to find love. From toxic relationships to pointless dates, you never thought that love wasn’t for you, it was probably because you always thought that the Universe was on its way to finally make you meet your soulmate.

Someone followed you closely during this journey, your best friend, Wonwoo. You always counted on him for everything and vice versa.

You both had differences, but the most important one was the fact that you were constantly trying to find your soulmate, while Wonwoo seemed to not even try. You lost count of the number of times you went clubbing together and you kept pointing at pretty people, telling him to make a move on them, just to have a ’Nah, I’m good’ as a response.

“Alright, what do you think about this outfit? It’s nice, right? Not too much to not make him think that I’m desperate to show myself off and not too little to make him think that I’m being forced to go on a date with him and I’d rather be at home eating lamen.” You positioned your phone on your desk and took a few steps back and gave a little spin to show your outfit to your best friend.

Wonwoo’s gaze left the computer and went to his phone, analyzing your outfit. “I guess it’s fine, you know I’m not the best person to ask about this. To me, you’re fine.”

“But do I look just fine or do I look fine fine?”

“You look fine fine, Y/N,” Wonwoo chuckled and looked at his computer once again. “By the way, where is he taking you?”

“You know that small and cozy restaurant near a private school? My date will be there,” you said as you put on your earrings. “People say the food there is delicious, maybe you should go with your date one day. Oh, wait, you don’t have a date!”

“Ha ha ha ha, very funny. I can go by myself if I want to.”

“Right, Mr. Lonely. I’m gonna go now, wish me luck!”

Wonwoo looked at his cellphone screen and gave you a small smile as he saw you all dressed up and excited for your date, waving at him before ending the FaceTime call. He sighed and looked back to his computer screen, getting his attention back to the game he was previously playing.

You probably went to more dates than an average person with the same age as you, but all of them were purposeless because of your high standards. It’s not a bad thing to have high standards, you really should have the love that you think you deserve and do not settle down for less. But your standards were very specific when it came to how the guy should treat you and how he should see life. You didn’t even realize, but Wonwoo made himself your standard over the years, and it was extremely hard, almost impossible, to overcome him.

This date wasn’t different, you found yourself bored and wishing that a piano would fall right on your head just so the date was over. The guy in front of you clearly didn’t meet your standards, in fact, you bet he didn’t meet anyone’s standards.

You excused yourself and went to the bathroom. You took your phone out of your purse and called Wonwoo.

”Hey, you busy?” “Yes,” you could hear a background noise. “I’m watching a movie. Why? Weren’t you supposed to be on your date?” “So…” “Let me guess, he’s a dickhead, isn’t he?” “Everytime he opens his mouth I wish someone would shoot me in the head with a bazooka,” you sighed. “Help me out, Wonu, please.” “What do you want me to do? Just say the word and I’ll do it.” “Call me in ten minutes, okay?” “And say what?” “Anything, you can say anything or even nothing at all, I’ll handle it. Just call me, please.” “Got it. See ya.”

You hung up, changed Wonwoo’s contact name to ‘Auntie 💞’ and left the bathroom, getting back to the table you and your date were. You kept pretending to be interested in him and in his jokes that hid a hint of misogyny, just wishing that those 10 minutes would pass in a blink of an eye.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, your phone rang and the name Auntie 💞 was on display. You frowned, faking surprise and worry.

“It’s my aunt, sorry, but I gotta answer.” The guy just nodded with a smile on his face and kept looking at you while you picked up the phone.

“Auntie? Is everything alright? I’m actually in the middle of something… What?” You shifted in the chair, your face darkening even though there was a complete silence coming from the other line. “You fell? No- it’s okay, where are you?”

“Meet me at our favorite convenience store.” The silence was finally broken, Wonwoo’s voice was low and calm as always.

“Okay, I’m on my way. Don’t you dare move a single inch, auntie.”

You hung up and looked at the guy with an apologetic expression. “I’m so sorry, my auntie fell off the bed and she has no one to help her, she hit her arm and-“

“It’s okay, we can continue our date another day, right?”

You gave him a small smile, little did he know that the first thing you’d do after getting back home was to block him on every social media. “Right, thanks for understanding. We’ll talk later and thank you for your time, it was really good getting to know you.”

And with that, you left, letting out a deep sigh as soon as he wasn’t able to hear you anymore because of the distance. You smiled to yourself, feeling free that you were far away from that guy, and walked towards the convenience store you and Wonwoo love.

Getting there, you found Wonwoo sitting by himself with two lamens, one he was already eating and the other was closed with chopsticks on top.

“Is it for me?” You smiled and sat beside him, already taking the chopsticks and opening the lamen, only to find out it was actually ready.

“Since your date ended earlier than expected, I thought that you might be still hungry.”

“Well, you were right. I’m starving! Thank you for the food~” You started to eat, not caring about Wonwoo watching you.

He watched you eat for a few seconds before looking at his own lamen and eating it as well. The only thing that could be heard was your humming, signaling that you were finding the lamen delicious, and the noise from other clients.

“Hey,” Wonwoo finally broke the silence. “I have a question.”

You looked at him, waiting for him to keep going and ask his question.

“This might be the seventh time I help you to leave a boring date. Why do you still try so hard to go on dates?”

You nodded and placed down the chopsticks, your arms rested on the table as you looked at him with a small and hopeful smile on your face. “Because I still believe in love. I still think there’s a guy out there that is my soulmate, that is the one for me, and if I don’t go after him, I will never find him. You can’t find your soulmate if you don’t go out and meet new people, Wonu.”

“You’re saying like I don’t believe in love.” Wonwoo chuckled and shook his head before eating again.

“And do you believe in love? I never saw you going on dates or trying to pursue someone.”

“I do believe in love and try to pursue the person that I have feelings for, but the person is quite difficult.”

“What?!” You shouted and soon lowered your voice in a whisper. “You like someone and I never knew about it? Who is it?”

Wonwoo ignored you and kept finishing his lamen.

“Jeon Wonwoo, who is it?”

“Guess.”

“If you don’t tell me I’ll delete all the progress you made in that silly game at my place.”

Wonwoo looked at you as if you threatened him to kill his entire family. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“You know I would. Now tell me who you like, please~” You pouted and looked at him with shiny eyes.

“I’m looking at them.”

You laughed. “Yah! that’s not fun-“ you stopped laughing and your expression turned into a serious one. “You’re not joking, are you?”

“Why would I joke about such a thing?”

You swallowed hard and started to think about your best friend’s words. Everything started to make sense, there was a reason behind all of his romantic yet very subtle gestures that you were only able to see that they were romantic at that moment.

“For how long have you been liking me?”

“For quite a while now. I’ve always tried to look available to you, but you never chose me. I didn’t want to be bold because I don’t know how you feel towards me, so it’s better to have you beside me as my best friend than not having you at all.”

“How could I ever choose you if I never knew you were an option?! Ya-“ you groaned in frustration. “You could've flirted with me or something like that!”

“I did, but in a subtle way.”

“Well, but now I know! What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know,” he looked at you, his eyes held so much love and hope that was almost overwhelming to look at. “What do you want me to do about this?”

“Ask me on a date?”

Wonwoo smiled and cleared his throat. “Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me?”

“I mean, I guess so. Maybe you’re my soulmate, who knows.” You tried to act cool.

“Great, I’ll think about some good date ideas and I’ll let you choose which one you like the most.” He sighed happily and took your lamen from you, using his chopsticks to eat it and ease the tension. “Wah, why is yours better than mine?”

“Asshole, you ate yours and now want to eat mine?!” You tried to take the lamen away from him, but he didn’t let you and laughed while eating it. You stopped trying and looked at him with a frown. “If you don’t give my lamen back, I won’t go on a date with you.”

Wonwoo’s laughter died and he immediately pushed the lamen to your side. “I- huh.. I’ll buy myself another one then. Wait here.”

You smiled and got back to happily eating it, you glanced at Wonwoo trying to pick a lamen and your smile turned into a grin. You felt your heart getting warmer and you felt a feeling you’ve never felt before.

Maybe your soulmate was right in front of you the entire time, but you were too blind to see it and were looking for affection in all the wrong places, forgetting about the only one that felt like the right one, emotionally and rationally speaking.

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Something that’s really cool about the Varian And The Seven Kingdoms Mini-Series that plays in my head occasionally, is how the writers treat Varian’s villain arc.

It’s something he keeps hidden. Because while yes, his past is something he’s made peace with, and is even something he can joke about with his friends. But it’s one thing to joke about something with your friends who see you as an equal, to joke about it with people who were there and affected.

But it’s almost impossible to bring up around people you’re supposed to be leading, around people who you recently met. He’s trying to earn the trust of Yong, Nuru, and Hugo. He needs to earn their respect so they trust him to lead them through the trials, not to mention the fact that Nuru and Yong are both children.

So instead of Varian ever mentioning his past- a fabled man named “The Alchemist” is brought up. Yong hears about him at the market, and asks about him at the camp fire, where Nuru regales him with the tale of The Alchemist who tried to take over Corona- the ruthless scientist who took the queen hostage, experimented on animals, and tried to kill the princess. As she goes on, she gives Yong a story that is clearly filled with exaggerations and lies, scaring him. This only furthers Varian’s desire to keep quiet about everything. Throughout the series The Alchemist is brought up again, always in a negative light. Varian always shuts down any conversation about the mythical being.

And Hugo gets suspicious.

On their way to Corona, the episode before the two-part finale, they’re walking through the woods and find Varian’s old wanted poster, and he confesses to everything.

Nuru and Yong are understandably upset and set up their tents elsewhere- having no desire to be around the person who lied to them all year, even if they understand his side of the story. It’s still a hurtful betrayal to learn that someone isn’t who you thought they were…

But Hugo stays. Hugo put it together long ago, and even if he didn’t, he knows that sometimes a part of yourself is best kept hidden- or a part of yourself shouldn’t be revealed until you’re ready. He consoles Varian, confirms he still trusts him, and assures him that Nuru and Yong will eventually forgive him too. Varian is incredibly moved by the support and affection.

The two even almost share a kiss, before they notice a blue lantern float towards them. Like one of Rapunzel’s birthday lanterns- but blue and being powered by chemical vials, with The Brotherhood’s emblem stamped on. (The fact that Rapunzel sent birthday lanterns for Varian to lead him back home from his journey made me tear up a little.)

Idk I just thought that was a really sweet way the writers handled that storyline and I love the special moment between Varian and Hugo that foreshadows the finale…

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{The Disconnect & The Spiral}

(I realize this isn’t my usual content, but hear me out, the rekindled GF fixation is going hard rn)

- -As an avid fan of Gravity Falls and an even bigger fan of the tragic old man lore packed into the mystery trio, I honestly gotta say..

I refuse to believe this is the full story towards WHY Fiddleford and his wife had a whole blasted argument over…him forgetting to get her a Christmas present?? Upon reading this section, I can frankly say I had a similar reaction to Ford. The immediate sense of, ‘really? That’s it? Your family reunion was torn up over that?’

I mean- your husbands been gone for lord knows how long, your young son also hasn’t seen him in ages, and let’s be honest- with how much trauma the ole hillbilly is stacking up on a day to day through his adventuring with Ford, how often is he actually able to call home or write a letter with a sound mind?

It just doesn’t feel feasible that a man who started this journey so troubled and in yearning to return home to family would be so forgetful as to not scrimmage up not even a souvenir or postcard from Gravity Falls for his family. So what is it then? Perhaps he’s become so averse to everything in the small town he wouldn’t dare bring a trace of it home with him, or rather, he truly had forgotten some small one off promise he made. Perhaps he’s forgotten a lot by this point-

Because of lack of dates on a majority of his entries it’s a little difficult to put together a timeline of when Fiddleford finished his memory wipe gun and when he started using it. By all means he racked up a lot of memories he wished to forget in the beginning being as quote ‘weak minded’ as he is. But then of course we all know he becomes addicted to quite literally erasing every little inconvenience until of course the end result. The freedom of a clear mind outweighing all consequences for him.

Instead however I choose to believe these were the first persisting side effects of his machine. We know enough about it now to get the fair suggestion that even one use of the memory wipe gun can be more damaging than can truly be discerned, so seeing as he quite possibly has used it at least twice by now- both events he used them for being extensive (the shifty incident and the gremloblin incident cited in journal 3) I believe it only fair to assume this quoted argument he got into with Emma-May was hardly over one measly little present. True, we have no frame of this woman much less the rest of the family (minus what we get of Tate once he’s grown), but I am TRULY giving her the benefit of the doubt in believing her husbands mind has begun to scatter in ways he didn’t even realize. So much to the point that a fight possibly fueled by ‘it’s not just about the Christmas present, it’s about ————“ would truly confuse him

I say that in the kindest way, I love Fiddleford, truly he’s the most tragic character in my mind regarding this story, but the man’s self destruction and drift from his family had to have started somewhere. And just like any addiction that can tear a family apart, this one was definitely packing punches. I realize I don’t have much backing, and I’m really just rambling some nonsense, but Alex Hirsch just doesn’t feel like one to write a one off ‘oh by the way this silly reason is why Fidds is alone from his family for the holidays, something he clearly holds a deep fondness for’. Nah, that man is too cryptic for him to write something like that and for me to not overthink it <3

(But with all that said and done- dear god the snow globe cabin and the knitted six fingered gloves literally killed me- that hillbilly is such a damn sweetheart, it can almost make me ignore the doom that will befall him and the town <3!!)

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Let’s talk about the impossible feat of loving Nesta while simultaneously shipping Nessian. Yes, it’s possible to admire Nesta’s fierce, complex, and deeply troubled character, but it becomes a mental gymnastics routine when people insist on pairing her with Cassian, the very character who consistently undermines her healing and mental health.

There’s a fundamental issue here: Nesta is on a self-destructive spiral for the majority of her arc in A Court of Silver Flames, and Cassian, the supposed "love interest," isn’t helping—he’s actually worsening the situation. Cassian doesn’t just harm Nesta emotionally; he’s also not great for himself, which turns this into the classic case of two people who are absolutely not ready for a relationship but are shoved into one for the sake of drama, attraction, or—let’s face it—trauma-bonding. So let’s get into why loving Nesta means rejecting the idea of Nessian, because at its core, this relationship is toxic.

Cassian's Actions: Love or Harm?

In what world is it okay for a man to force a woman into an intervention-style imprisonment because she’s hurting? That’s not love; that’s coercion. The moment Rhysand, Feyre, and Cassian decide to lock Nesta up in the House of Wind without any real professional help is the moment you realize how warped their perception of "helping" is. Cassian actively participates in this isolation, and no matter how it’s spun, that’s not caring for someone’s well-being—that’s control. Realistically speaking, throwing someone with severe PTSD, depression, and a ton of guilt into a glorified prison doesn’t scream "let’s heal together"; it screams "I don’t want to deal with your pain, so I’ll just shove you into a corner."

The thing with Cassian is that he keeps asserting dominance over Nesta under the guise of tough love, which, at best, is misguided and, at worst, is abusive. There’s emotional manipulation here that people often overlook. He’s constantly undermining her boundaries, trying to force her into situations she’s clearly not ready for. This isn’t about "challenging her to be better"—this is about someone refusing to accept where she is in her emotional journey and trying to rush her into healing on his timeline.

Relationships Aren't a Band-Aid for Self-Destruction

You can’t ship someone who is in the throes of their own personal turmoil into a romantic relationship and expect everything to work out. It’s not the 90s where "love heals all wounds" was a plausible relationship arc. Let’s get real: both Cassian and Nesta are deeply flawed, emotionally scarred people who are not in a position to bring out the best in each other. Cassian has his own guilt, his own trauma, and his own unresolved issues, which means that he is self-destructing in his own way too. How is a relationship built on two crumbling foundations supposed to thrive?

There’s this common trope that "relationships make people better." And sure, sometimes that’s true. The right partnership can encourage personal growth, offer support, and provide a stable ground for emotional healing. But here’s the kicker: that only works if both parties are in a place to actively support one another. Cassian and Nesta are both drowning in their own emotional baggage, and what happens when two people are drowning? They pull each other down.

It’s Not the Right Time—Or Maybe It’s Just Not Right

Let’s entertain the idea for a moment that Cassian and Nesta could be meant to be. Maybe, in another universe, under different circumstances, their dynamic could work. But in this current context, it's not just that it's not the right time—it's that Cassian is fundamentally bad for Nesta's mental health. Relationships take effort, mutual respect, and understanding. What Cassian offers is a kind of pseudo-support that's wrapped up in his own unresolved issues. He’s often dismissive of Nesta’s pain, or worse, he actively exacerbates it by belittling her coping mechanisms (however flawed they may be).

Cassian pushes her physically and emotionally when she’s clearly not in a place to handle it. This isn’t the "right person, wrong time" situation—it’s the "this relationship is unhealthy for both people" situation. To claim they’re good for each other is to completely disregard the damage they do to one another.

Cassian's Behavior: Emotional Manipulation or Love?

Cassian fans often try to justify his actions by claiming he’s trying to help Nesta get out of her destructive cycle, but let’s be real here: a lot of what he does is emotional manipulation. Cassian constantly tries to mold Nesta into the person he thinks she should be, without giving her the space to figure out who she actually is. Yes, Nesta is angry, grieving, and hurting, but instead of letting her process that pain on her own terms, Cassian’s solution is to insert himself into her healing journey as if he’s the one with the answer to all her problems.

The power dynamics here are wildly skewed. Nesta is at her most vulnerable, and Cassian—who should recognize that and proceed with caution—does the exact opposite. He forces her into situations she’s not ready for, whether it’s physical training or emotionally confronting things she hasn’t yet processed. This kind of forced "healing" is toxic. It's not love; it's domination.

Abuse Isn’t Just Physical—It’s Mental and Emotional Too

It’s easy to point out physical abuse and say "that’s wrong," but what people fail to recognize is that emotional and mental abuse are just as damaging. Cassian’s emotional manipulation—his constant pushing, his refusal to respect Nesta’s boundaries, his belief that he knows what’s best for her—are all forms of emotional abuse. He might not physically hurt her, but the way he chips away at her mental and emotional health is just as harmful.

Nesta deserves a partner who supports her healing in a way that’s compassionate and understanding—not someone who forces her into situations she’s not ready for because he thinks it’s the best course of action. Cassian, for all his good intentions, isn’t that partner. At least, not now, and maybe not ever.

Conclusion: You Can’t Love Nesta and Ship Nessian

Here’s the bottom line: you can’t claim to love Nesta while simultaneously shipping her with a man who actively harms her, emotionally manipulates her, and refuses to respect her boundaries. If you love Nesta, you want her to heal, to thrive, to grow—on her own terms. Cassian, in his current state, doesn’t support that growth. In fact, he stunts it. So no, you can’t love Nesta and ship Nessian at the same time. To do so is to fundamentally misunderstand what it means to love someone like Nesta: fiercely, without conditions, and with a respect for her autonomy.

Cassian might be good for someone else, or maybe even for Nesta in a different life. But in this one? He’s not the hero of her story—he’s the obstacle.

[digitaldiarystuff]

Insecure

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summary: It’s easy to imagine a footballer’s partner feeling insecure about his world but what if said footballer sometimes feels insecure too?

pairing: Pablo Gavi x Y/N

genre: angst/ fluff

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“Where’s Pablo?” your friend Pierre asked over the music. You were having a get together at one of your university friends’ house tonight and your boyfriend Pablo was coming straight after practice.

You and Pablo met after a game a few months ago and became friends and have been dating for the past two months. It was fairly new but a cute relationship, he was a gentleman and you liked being around him every chance you got. Tonight was also the first night Pablo was meeting your friends and you knew he was excited.

“He should be here any second.” you glanced at your phone to see if there are any notifications from him. There weren’t.

You were mid conversation with Lilah when the door rang and guessing it’s him, you got up to answer.

“Hi bebe.” he said smiling but then he looked at you up and down and saw your outfit and felt like he could’ve been more prepared. He was coming straight from practice so he was dressed pretty causal with some jeans and a hoodie and you were all dolled up with a skirt and shirt. His face immediately dropped but you didn’t think much of it and hugged him. You brought him inside holding his hand and introduced everyone.

“This is Lilah, Denise, Sergio and Pierre.” you said pointing at them one by one. He smiled like the kind person he is and shook their hands. Pablo also looked at their outfits and felt even more embarrassed about his choice of clothing, all of you wore dress pants or skirts with shirts or turtlenecks and it looked more like an academy gathering rather than a friend get together. He could also sense their eyes on him and wanted to hide behind you but knew he was being childish. He repeatedly told himself he was overthinking it and went to sit down next to you.

You and all your friends attend the same university. You Sergio and Lilah were studying to be architects while Denise is studying engineering and Pierre studying law. You had formed a close friendship through your classes and your social clubs and have been this close since the beginning. You had told all about them to Pablo and he was excited to meet them until now because he could sense he was being heavily criticized by most of them, you knew they can be snobby and look down on people sometimes which obviously isn’t good but they were not bad people and you thought they wouldn’t do something like that to your boyfriend.

Even though there was a slight tension at the beginning, your friends seemed to open up quickly and that relieved Pablo too. He was becoming more and more comfortable around them and you sighed in relief.

“So, Pablo how are you managing your studies and your career?” Pierre asked nonchalantly.

“I actually don’t attend any university at the moment.” he answered truthfully. You knew his passion was football and he was incredibly talented and this is the way he wanted to go.

“Oh, but what if something happens and you want to quit? How are you going to continue your life?” he inquired.

“I knew early on in life this is what I wanted to do so I don’t think I’ll ever want to drop out.” he said clearly a little uncomfortable about the topic.

“But what about injuries?” Denise asked. You knew they weren’t doing this on purpose but even you were pretty uncomfortable.

“Why don’t we play some game?” Sergio suddenly said and cut the conversation short and you gave him a thank you nod as you didn’t know how this would go.

Your friends really failed to understand not everyone has the same journey and not everyone has to follow the same path for success. Pablo was 19 and doing what he loves and this never bothered you because it shouldn’t, it even makes you love him more as this is not easy but he still manages to do it amazingly.

But to your luck, they decided you should play taboo and you obliged teaming up with Pablo and Lilah. First it was the other team’s turn and they did well and then you were up. Pablo offered to start and you were fine with it so you give him a kiss for good luck and stayed on the couch as he got up and picked the cards but as the clock started rolling he just passed and passed seeing some words that he doesn’t even know which frustrated him and you could tell by his flushed cheeks until he started talking about a word and said it was a football word.

“Oh okay this is good, this is a position on football.”

“Strike, keep, wing, uh I don’t know” you started guessing but Lilah was no help.

“I don’t even like football.” she said and not even tried.

“Defense.” you finally said and he relaxed meaning you got it right and you also knew 3 other words which put you behind the other team but it was fun.

The game went on for a couple of rounds and Lilah got up for her turn.

“Oh this is easy, when life ends, what happens?”

“death” you and Pablo both scream laughing.

“And what’s the thing people throw for the dead?”

“A funeral.”

“Yeah, you read this at a funeral.” she says.

“Eu-eur- I forgot uhh” Pablo tried to find the word as you said “Eulogy” earning your team another point but you caught Pierre’s sly smirk and Lilah’s annoyed expression. You looked up at Pablo as he looked defeated and sad and he excused himself to use the bathroom. This was just a stupid game and meant nothing if he couldn’t remember a stupid word but you knew he felt outcasted. You gave your friends a death glare and followed him. You didn’t even bother to knock and went inside the bathroom.

“I could’ve been on the toilet” he remarked as you walked over to him standing in front of the sink, hands on the counter.

“Yeah but you weren’t. Pablo this is just a game, it’s supposed to be fun.” you said knowing he must feel weird.

“Yeah but it doesn’t feel like it.” his head hung low and his voice was merely a whisper.

“It is. You don’t need to dwell on it.” you tried again reaching for his hands and giving them a squeeze.

“They think I’m dumb.”

“No they don’t and even if they do, that doesn’t mean anything. They don’t determine who you are.”

“But they’re your friends and if they don’t think I’m on the same level as you, what if you do too? I’m afraid one day I’ll make one more mistake and you’ll finally realize.”

“Realize what?”

“That I don’t deserve you.”

You wanted to cry at that moment, you never ever felt that way or thought about Pablo like this. You liked that he was out of your circle, he wasn’t entitled or stuck up, he was just a genuine guy with a huge heart.

“Pablo, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me and it pains me that you can’t see it. I don’t care about anyone, I know who you are and I know how smart you are. Being a footballer isn’t easy it’s requires so much talent and hard work and determination. You have the best qualities I’ve ever seen and I just hope one day I’ll live up to the standards you set. I love you.”

This speech was out of your heart and you just spoke before you thought about it. You hadn’t even realized what you said at the end and when he heard it, his head shot up to meet your eyes searching if there was any doubt in them. There wasn’t, even if this was the first time you told him you loved him you didn’t want to take it back. You’re in love with the guy in front of you and really believe everything you said.

“I love you too.” he smiled for the first time and squeezed your hand, you were now standing in front of a sink holding hands and smiling at each other like two people crazy in love. He leaned in and kissed your lips with so much devotion that you could feel his emotions as your lips moved in sync. His hands found their place on your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. When you pulled apart, he bumped his nose against yours and smiled again.

“Let’s get out of here, shall we?” you said

“We have to join them eventually, don’t we?” he asked hesitantly

“Who said we were going to stay with them, we’re going home and I’m showing you how I appreciate you in every way imaginable.” you smirked as he led you through the house.

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note: this was harder to write than I thought but I think it came out pretty sweet, please please please let me know what you think and what should I write next because I’m slowly running out of ideas (but not yet ofc)

[ashleyfilm]

Seeing Clearly - Chapter 2. Jackson

Please leave comments, I'd love to know your thoughts. And if you feel inclined to reblog, that would be so nice.

Chapter Warnings: cursing, There Will Be Smut, eventually) Minors - DNI

Characters: Jackson!Joel Miller x F!Reader Plus Size. F!OC was recommended to me since there's a lot of description of her but I'm writing her as You (Reader) so hopefully you can still imagine yourself. Black hair, glasses, tattoos, big body, wears dark clothes, won't stop talking. Joel is tv show Jackson Joel.

Story Summary: Joel just saved your life, begrudgingly. He doesn't know exactly why but he brings you back to Jackson and you ingratiate yourself into his very small circle and his life. This takes place after season 1 of TLOU and season 2 doesn't exist in my brain because no.

Chapter Summary: You meet “the miller family” and get your sleeping arrangements. 1K Words.

Chapter 1 Here

Chapter 2. Jackson

Hours later, you approach the giant wooden gates of “Jackson” the community Joel had told you very little about on your journey here. Joel said approximately three sentences to you the entire time and you were so fucking exhausted you stayed quiet too. Surely to his relief. You see guards with rifles at the top of the gate staring you down and some on the other side of the gate as it opens. You look to Joel with fear and confusion in your eyes to which he just nods. What the fuck is all this, are you being walked to your inevitable execution, has this all been a ploy to get you here to use you for public entertainment, gladiator-style. Why did you agree, at least out there you could starve to death in peace.

Once inside the gates, a man with dark black hair, the same shade as yours but without your gray approaches with a charming smile but also a confused look on his face and he speaks with another southern drawl, “Howdy there, honey, you doin’ alright?” Looking between him and Joel, you realize how similar they look and how the younger man seems like the only person around who isn’t terrified of Joel. Who seems like he must be the town boogeyman by the looks on people’s faces with him around. “I’m Tommy, the handsome younger brother of your walking partner, here.” Again, looking at Joel with the mischievous treachery you imagine he did when the two boys were young, and Tommy was trying get under Joel’s skin.

“I’m uh,” you stumble over your words not sure if you should even tell these people your given name, but before you can decide what to say, Joel answers for you. “This is Ash, found her out there starvin’, alone, figured you could help her. Also, saw a clicker out there, took care of it.” You clock that Joel didn’t mention the clicker almost ripped your head off your neck and that he valiantly saved your life. Interesting, what’s his angle, to hold it over your head, make you think you owe him something. But he’s not even looking at you, he's looking down, avoiding you both. Tommy pipes in, “Okay… just out of the goodness of your heart, for me to help, okay, Joel. Well, Ash. Welcome to Jackson.”

He waves an arm out to the side and behind him to gesture to the town. You realize that you hadn’t even taken in your surroundings inside the gates, too overwhelmed by Tommy and Joel and everything you’re learning about this man who saved you. Jackson is a whole ass working fucking town. Lights, wait, LIGHTS? Electricity…is that a dog, like someone’s fucking pet. Oh my god, food, you smell food. Laughing, holy shit, people laughing. People, lots of them, old people, kids? Is that woman fucking pregnant and smiling and walking over here? “Hi, I’m Maria. I see you met my husband, Tommy.” You look at her stomach again, and her smile and her and Tommy’s hands when they entwine them together and your face, you know, is scrunched in confusion bordering on disgust, “I know, it’s overwhelming, take a deep breath, why don’t we get you something to eat,” Maria says calmly looking you over. Tommy let’s out a chuckle at your facial expression and seems to pick up on the fact that you can’t control your face and that it tells your every thought right on the surface. You nod and let them lead you to the dining hall.

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You’re seated in a relatively empty dining hall with Maria and Tommy, Joel hanging back by the door like a watch dog or bouncer. Is he protecting the town from you? God, as if you could hurt anyone here, a bit outnumbered. Prick.  You try not to eat like you’re as starved as you are but it’s very difficult. Maria and Tommy smile politely like two leaders that get a lot of enjoyment out of this moment, watching someone eat and relax before their eyes, it’s what they get to provide. It should freak you out but it all just feels so genuine. “JOEL! There you are!” A girl, with a low brown ponytail and a hoodie, who could be described as like Christina Ricci in Now and Then that tapes her boobs down and punches boys for sport, runs up to Joel and hugs him tight. Okay, he has a fucking kid. That hugs him like that and he’s still that big of an asshole? “Hey, hey baby girl,” he says softly petting her hair, “I’m okay, just got caught up in somethin’ out there on my way back but I’m okay, everythin’s okay.”  You can’t tear your eyes away from this absolutely shocking interaction and the girl’s eyes catch you and you quickly go back to eating only to see your plate is empty, so you look back up at Joel and the girl. She slaps his arm as hard as she can, “How long have you been back and why didn’t you come tell me you were here, you dick and who is that woman staring at us?”

You cough, panicked, Maria and Tommy still watching you and sharing knowing smiles like they’re watching a damn play. Joel sternly says, “Ellie. Don’t-.” But she’s already stalking toward you, “Hello there, why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer.” And you don’t know what comes over you, but you burst out laughing. Like a full belly laugh, tears in your eyes laughing. Maria and Tommy follow quickly and Ellie eventually starts up too despite trying to act tough moments earlier. Joel makes his way over frowning at all of you like you’ve lost it. Still giggling, you ask, “How the hell do you know that saying it’s from like 30 years ago. People don’t even have cameras anymore; wait, do you guys have cameras here?” Ellie laughs, “I like you, who are you?” “Hi, I’m Ash,” Joel looks up at you when you use his nickname for you, “Nice to meet you. Your dad saved my life from a clicker and brought me here.” Tommy and Maria look stunned at your admission and all three of them whip their heads around to Joel who just clears his throat, frowns and shakes his head.

“He’s not technically my dad but..cool. Well, I’m glad you’re here and not dead,” Ellie smiles big and turns to Joel, shoulder-checking him. “Look at you, ya old softy, saving lives and bringing in newbies, who woulda thought. I’m heading home, see ya later, old man. See you around, Ash!” As Ellie leaves, Joel and you exchange a look, you can’t read exactly what’s going on in those eyes of his but he’s clearly fighting something, maybe he’s pissed you saw him interact like that, soft and nurturing with his daughter. But it wasn’t your fault, you’re just… there. Still feeling his eyes on you is burning you up from the inside, awakening something you haven’t felt in a long, long time. Something that feels an awful lot like desire.

Tommy walks over to Joel and quietly says something you can’t make out. All you hear is Joel saying “No” and Tommy saying “Please” and then Joel sighing, again. Tommy then turns to speak to you, “Look Ash, we’ve got limited space at the moment, we’re working on clearing some small apartments above the shops on main street for people living alone but it’s a few weeks before that’ll be done. For now, we’d like you to stay in the guest room at Joel and Ellie’s. She’s staying in the garage out back so you’ll be in the main house with Joel till we can get you into a new place.” You immediately look at Joel whose eyes are staring daggers at you and if he wasn’t so fucking hot, you might have been scared, but instead you feel the heat of whatever this is between you right at the apex of your legs. Then, your face betrays you, like it always does and all you can do is smirk, you actually fucking smirk at him, and he turns and walks away so fast you almost have to run to catch up.

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Ooh how abut number '11. toothpaste kisses' for soft prompts! Love your writing

Send me soft prompts! Ao3 collection post here!

Eddie is going to make everyone late.

Look: he really thinks most of it isn't his fault. He'd covered for somebody on B shift Tuesday, so he'd only had 24 hours off and he'd had to sleep through a good chunk of it, so laundry went a little by the wayside, leading to him tossing a frantic load into the washer at 5 am when he realized he had no clean work clothes. And, again, he’d covered that Tuesday shift after a 12 hour on Monday, so it’s reasonable that he forgot how dire the toothpaste situation was. The look Chris had given him when he said they needed to run to the store right now at bright and early 6 am would have withered a lesser soul, so at 6:04 Eddie, still in sweatpants and wearing ratty old slides is running down the block solo to grab whatever they have at the nearest corner store. He winces as he grabs the baking soda kind (Chris hates it) and books it back to the house, trying to breathe through the waves of oh god I’m a terrible father who left my kid alone and forgot about dental hygiene.

The house is considerably more crowded when he gets back to it. First, Chimney is lugging a dresser up the front stairs.

“What- hey- what-“ Eddie grabs the bottom of the thing, hastily shoving the toothpaste in his pocket. “What’s this?”

Chim tilts his head at him. “We were getting rid of it and you said you could use a new dresser, remember? I texted you I was coming to drop it off.”

Eddie’s phone is probably dinging away uselessly on his bedside table. “Right, yeah, sorry. There was a toothpaste emergency. Uh, thank you, we can just-“

Before he can come up with some way to finish that sentence, Carla opens the door. He hadn’t even seen her car, shit, he hopes there’s no calls right away when they get to work because he’s clearly not slept enough and should lay down again as soon as possible.

“Oh!” She says, surprised and cheerful. “Why don’t you bring that into the living room. I put your clothes in the dryer, Eddie, I figured if you were running the wash this early it was an emergency.”

Well thank god somebody has a plan and knows whats happening. He and Chim set the dresser next to a wall someplace as out of the way as they can get, and then Eddie points at Carla. “Thank you,” he says, trying to put as much sincerity into the words as possible, before pivoting to head down the hall to find Chris. Its not a long journey, the kid standing right around the corner. Eddie hands him the toothpaste. “There you go.”

Chris scrunches his nose. “Baking soda kind. Gross. And I don’t need it, Dad, Buck brought the good stuff.”

“Buck?”

“Hey.”

Eddie pivots again to look in the kitchen, where the man himself is leaning against the counter drinking a cup of coffee out of his current favorite mug, the one with the squiggly little drawing of a frog and a chicken dancing together. “Hi.” Eddie supposes he isn’t exactly surprised he’s here, Buck is a feature of their household as much as the mug he’s holding is, but he is a little concerned about the amount of people popping out of the woodwork without him noticing. “Anybody else here? Why’d you bring toothpaste?”

Buck grins. “I think you’ve seen everybody now. And you were running out when I was here last, you’ve been busy, figured it might be helpful.”

Eddie nods, a little… wordless, maybe, a little bowled over. “I’m gonna…” he gestures towards the bathroom and limply leaves the conversation. By the time he’s brushed his teeth (it is the good stuff, the pricier name brand arctic fresh, Eddie usually goes for generic spearmint) Chris and Carla are ready to head out the door. Eddie is glancing at the clock and nervously calculating exactly how wet the clothes he’s about to put on are going to be as he says goodbye, leaning to kiss Carla, Chris, and Chim’s cheeks. “Ok, thank you, have a great day at school, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

It takes a few seconds of staring at Chimney’s trying not to laugh face, and listening to Chris’s not-trying-not-to-laugh-at-all guffaws before his brain catches up to his actions. “Oh my god.”

Chimney grins and Eddie shakes his head futilely against the oncoming barrage. "I always knew I was your favorite." He smacks a hand to his cheek and swoons, and Eddie rolls his eyes. "Everyone said it was Buck, but I knew the Han-Diaz love connection was just waiting to happen."

Buck is laughing somewhere behind him, and Eddie wants to see what look is on his face, but instead he rolls his eyes again, harder, and says "I'm going to check on the laundry," and shoos his son out the door before fleeing to the dryer.

Of course it's all still fucking damp. They're already pushing it on time though (maybe if all three of them are late they can unionize against Bobby?) so he shucks his sweats and shimmies his way into the unpleasant cool of his pants. When he emerges from his shirt, wincing, he finds Buck in the hallway with him.

“Chimney says we’re running late and if you don’t hurry up he’s leaving you for dead, no matter your new found love.”

“I know, I know, I just need to find my shoes-“

“I put ‘em by the door,” Buck smiles, and then the smile becomes a grin. “Hey, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” Eddie says with the right amount of apprehension for the situation.

“No goodbye kiss for me?” He tilts his head, grin thoroughly classifiable as shit-eating.

“We’re going to the same place, Buck. I’m probably gonna ride in your car.” He’s absolutely going to ride in his car, they both know it.

“Ah, so is Chimney, he got one.”

And Eddie could defend himself with the reasonable explanation that he just happened to be standing in a row next to the people he’d meant to press his affection onto, or the less reasonable explanation that he only gives goodbye kisses to people whose names start with a C, but instead he says “You want a kiss, Buck?”

And he’s moving before he loses nerve, and Buck is also moving, laughing at him, so again Eddie feels like it’s not entirely his fault when his kiss lands sort of on his cheek but mostly- it’s mostly on his mouth, which is soft and exhaling a little surprised sound against Eddie. They both pull back but maybe not as far as they probably should, if they weren’t them, if Eddie hadn’t spent the last few weeks or maybe years wondering how he could ask Buck to live on the shelf with all the mugs he’s cycled through as favorites. Then Buck darts his head forward, pecking another little kiss to his mouth, and Eddie chases him for a third, and Buck’s hand tangles in his shirt and he says “Oh” into Eddie’s mouth because the fabric is wet under his touch.

“Buckley, Diaz, I’m getting in my car, and I’m not going to defend you to Cap!”

Even at Chimney’s words they don’t entirely jump apart, just slide back a little, stand more firmly facing each other as the front door distantly opens and shuts.

“We’re gonna be late,” Buck says, an awed little smile pulling at his face.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, a little breathless. Maybe he can blame that on the cold clothes. “We should probably get going.”

Buck nods, and barely finishes the motion before Eddie puts his hands on his face and pulls him in for another minty kiss, firm, a promise. Buck is grinning when he backs off and Eddie is sure his face is a mirror image as he ducks around him to go find his shoes.

They’re late. But as Buck settles next to him on the couch, all pressed along his side despite the still damp clothes, Eddie thinks it was worth the wait.

[bengiyo]

Theory of Love Romcom Rewatch Episode 1: Dear Dakanda (2005)

Once again I am watching Theory of Love because @lurkingshan gets specific pleasure out of making me change my mind about this show. Unfortunately, I regress every time I start this over. Shan already posted her reaction to episode 1 along with Dear Dakanda (2005), as did @neuroticbookworm. @twig-tea posted some useful insights about the team behind the film and their future works in QL. I will begin today with a review of the film, and then my reactions to Theory of Love based on its use of the film. 

Dear Dakanda

Dear Dakanda follows the journey of Khaiyoi as he visits an island town and develops a relationship with a nurse treating him, while also reflecting on his friendship with his friend Dakanda. Over the course of the film, we see Nui, the nurse, clearly falling for and flirting with Khaiyoi. However, Khaiyoi seems to either not notice or ignore this as he spends much of the film writing letters to Dakanda, his unexpressed crush from college. 

The film paints a beautiful portrait of Chiang Mai and Koh Phangan. Meanwhile, it’s obvious to everyone that Khaiyoi has palpable chemistry with both Dakanda in college, and Nui on the island. Unfortunately, Khaiyoi is so stuck in his own head that he’s unable to express his feelings to Dakanda before she gets involved with someone else, and he’s too caught up in Dakanda to properly face Nui’s feelings. 

I enjoyed the way this film incorporated white tourists into the background and foreground of this film. There’s an especially good moment where some tourists push across multiple boundaries to ask Khaiyoi to draw them. I also enjoyed the casual inclusion of queerness on screen. It was nice watching this 20 years later and recognizing some of the moments in college from how much exposure we’ve had to them through BL.

Overall, I found myself a bit frustrated with the protagonist. Despite the high production and efficient editing, I found Khaiyoi to be rather difficult to read. I don’t feel like I ever understood the core of his reticence around telling Dakanda his feelings, especially when it was clear that Dakanda’s family supported him and all of their friends already presumed they were together. 

Theory of Love Episode 1

Now that we’re back in my third watch of Theory of Love, I find myself immediately regressing and empathizing strongly with Third. It’s always interesting how strongly I support Third, even if I have grown enough to recognize where he’s in the wrong. However, it’s notable coming off of watching Dear Dakanda that Third makes the same mistake I’m making in empathizing too strongly with Khaiyoi.

Others have already written solid pieces about this, and so I want to focus on how this shows odd placement in the bubble affects my experience. Third is a member of a popular group of amorous straight men famous for their sexual prowess around campus. Despite his known aversion to female attention, he has a position in this group of peak masculinity. Moreover, the lack of visible queerness in much of this show, coupled with Third’s lack of experience with overly queer media, makes him seem deeply closeted and out of touch with his own community. 

Each time I return to this show, we have the conversations about how Third is actually a bad friend to Khai by being so mad at him for things Khai doesn’t even know about or do, and how Khai really only overstepped with Third in episode 1 when he broke their movie pact to hang out with a girl. It’s already obvious that Third doesn’t care about Bone or Two’s escapades, but he’s constantly pressed about Khai in a way that isn’t fair.

Yet, I struggle with the concept of fairness here. Romance stories dictate that Third is in the wrong for withholding his feelings here, but anyone who grew up closeted would have genuine hesitation about coming out in sex a presumably heteronormative situation. It’s obvious that Third would connect with a character like Khaiyoi, especially because Khaiyoi never makes it clear (at least to me) why he’s holding back with Dakanda. Third would also love Khaiyoi’s sad beard and dramatic displays around his offense. 

As always with a Gun character, I end up reading a lot about Gun into the character itself (something I think casting directors are hoping we’ll do). I apply a lot of de facto queerness to Third because of my history with Gun (The Blue Hour (2015), Senior Secret Love: Puppy Honey (2016), Senior Secret Love: Puppy Honey 2 (2017)), and as such I find myself so frustrated about how isolated he is from other queer people whenever I meet Third again. 

Finally, it bugs me that Third is so wrapped up in hetero romcoms as the guideposts for his own romantic achievements with Khai. He would have been better served if he’d been as deep into queer cinema as I was in 2019, and probably wouldn’t have set himself up so hard for failure. Still, this is a TV show, and I wonder if the writing team wanted to unpack het romance through this story. 

I’m excited to see how badly Third read Love Actually (2003) tomorrow.

[erenspussy420]

Potions Mishap (Neige)

MDNI, 18+ONLY

FEM READER

NSFW SMUT

Word count: 3.1k

Summary: A mishap during potions class had Neige in a rather heated mood. Time to help your poor suffering boyfriend..

It was going to be a long night.

Breathing slowly to calm himself, the effects of the potion sending a wave of heat over him making everything feel stifling. Neige groans, panting soft needy gasps as he grinds into the covers of his bed.

Prince Rielle's act of showing off his prowess of antidotes had backfired greatly. His anti-love potion didn't reverse the effects, but rather enhanced all senses of arousement than reducing anything. It was just a miscalculation! Rielle didn’t mean too despite Jasim’s reprimands, but Neige had taken the brunt of the potions smoke, inhaling it.

 Niege lets out a grunt as he presses his hips into the pillow, letting himself rut into it. It felt good, it's not enough…not enough to ease the desire, that makes him want to bury into something hot and snug. 

To drive him wild with pleasure.

It was so embarrassing! He was lucky the class cleared out before anyone saw him. He was more thankful his dear friends that had potions with him were taken away before they could see him in that state. Thank Merlin!

Professor Ambrose had urgently taken him through the hidden corridors and back to his room, with a dove sent to Night Raven College with a request. What the potion Rielle had made, could not be undone so easily as he feared, rather he needs to let it out….naturally.

Something that aroused him and made him tremble just a bit with shame. He hopes you don’t mind, it was something you both have done more together, past mutual touches and heated kisses. Your hands undoing his belt….he catches the bottom lip between his teeth, feeling a shudder. He had to keep himself from falling into the desires, his body uncomfortably hot in his clothes, he tossed his sweater off and continued to pitifully hump into the pillow.

Neige rolled over onto his side, pressing his nose into the soft fabric of his true love's sweater. The potion had made everything so much stronger- his clothes were dragging against him making his most sensitive parts of him bud, the air nipping at his heating skin, but it was his nose that became the poison to his body. His lover's sweater, left behind in one of their secret meetups, was his weakness, the tempting apple that fed into this maddening desire. He inhales deeply, feeling the ache below become more demanding for attention.

‘Just a touch! Stroke, oh my love your mouth how I need it!, ’Neige ruts into the pillow, gasping louder. The soft fabric drags across his red cheeks, as he breathes into it.

You, your natural scent, drives him to madness.

Neige mummers your name, the yearning in his voice so wanton and heavy with lust. The image of you, his love, his one true love, touching him, kissing his pale skin comes to mind and Neige caves to his desires. To hear your voice whine his name, oh what a wish come true! His hand grazed over his side, shameful in its journey to the throbbing member that became harder to ignore. He bites his lower lip, whimpering into your sweater, rocking into his palm, his cock hard and the beads of precum beginning to soak through. It slides easy, making Neige go mad with his stroke, pumping it thinking of you.

He hopes you arrive swiftly.

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.

“Now down there straight ahead should be Mr. LeBlanche room,” Headmaster Ambrose pointed down a long corridor, with an urgent finger. He isn’t quite making eye contact with you, keeping his already shaky hands busy, fixing his drooping blue hat and the other shoving a small basket into your hands. You peek under the cloth, seeing peach colored bottles of potions marked clearly in cursive loops, seeing your puzzled look Ambrose coughs," The nurse has set this for you. Um, thank you for coming so swiftly to Mr. LeBlanche’s aide.”

Really weird to be thanked to come fuck your boyfriend, but you digress.

Ambrose clears his throat to get your attention", Please come find us when ... .you're both in condition too.”

“Yes sir,” You said with a two finger salute as you awkwardly turned away from RSA’s headmaster. As you leave, you hear a shimmery poof behind you. Oh thank God, you were hoping he left faster.

You jog quickly to his door, an isolated room in a tower where the most important of students were living. People like royalty– which you are never going to get over being in the same school with some—, rich families and of course celebrities. Neige told you about it before but you never got to see it, till now. His door is a heavy wooden carved door with two large ring handles. Feeling your heartbeat hard against your ribs, taking a deep breath preparing yourself. Brushing your hair in the reflection of the silver ring’s reflection, fixing it from the rush of Crowley pushing you through the mirrors. Smoothing down your own NRC uniform, and a quick breath check, you were ready. The ring is heavy on the wood, but you don’t hear anything, so you call out,”Neige? Neige it’s me! I’m here too, well…”

Your cheeks feel hot,”Neige!”

You wait but don’t hear his voice, but you did hear something. Pressing into the door, you strain your ear, and focus. It's soft, in loud heavy breaths, pressing on you can’t help it— you know this noise. You helped him make such noises before.

A low deep groan, loud enough even you can hear it from outside without strain.

“My love! My beautiful princess—,” Neige calls out your name desperately to enter.

As if it was a magic word, the doors creak and you’re engulfed in a cloud of glitter dust. A heavy thud is heard behind you, the smoke clears and your vision comes. 

And your voice dies in your throat.

‘Holy shit, holy fuck!’ Your eyes are stuck on the sight before you.

Neige who’s iconic sweater is missing, now replaced with one you had left before, the fabric being pushed into his nose as his other hand jerks his swollen veiny cock.

That girthy pink cock, looking so flushed between his pale fingers milking it—

Thick white stripes of cum are splattered on his stomach, his pants gone and his boxers shoved to his knees. His eyes half lidded, a slip of drool down his cheek as his hips chase his fist. You’re too stuck on tracing the way the thick drops of cum fall from his dick with each stroke of his hand, the bottom of his soft pink lips caught between his teeth as his hips….His hips stutter and sutter loud cry breaks free and—

"Oh fuck!" You both cry out as cum gushes out. You swallow, watching the white drops hit the sheets. The white fluid streamed down his length and over his balls. The wicker basket strains in your grip.

Neige gulps down air, his cock softening in his hand, his chest heaving. He turns to her his eyes teary. “My love!”

And watch that dick come back to life.

You didn’t even wait, you chugged that potion immediately

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It tasted sweet, like guava. 

You sat behind him, your sweet boyfriend leaning against you whimpering as even the slightest brush of air made his cock twitch– the poor thing so flushed pink looking ready to burst. Shakily, you reached for the glistening cock, your pussy throbbing in arousal as you grazed it. Neige groans, thrusting immediately at the touch. Neige cries out your name, as you grope his cock, pumping it slowly with soft squeezes. Neige rests his hand on yours, guiding you to pump him faster as he pistons into your fist.

"Suck me!" He gasps, throwing his head back, eyes wide as the dirtiest wishes leave his mouth," please suck me off! I want your lips on my cock so badly! I’ve cum to the thought of your pretty mouth sucking me off!”

You keep pumping, squeezing your thighs for relief as a wetness pooled in your panties. Neige’s confession was making you so excited, you could feel yourself getting wet. Especially the way he groans, his hot cheek pressing into yours as he leaves sloppy kisses on your face.

“Tell me more.” You kiss him, swallowing his needy pants, as he clumsily kisses you.

And Neige obeys.

"I love it when you pull my hair, Merlin. The nights I spent thinking about you! Thinking of your cries of my name. It's dirty. It's dirty but I want you so badly ," he pants, cheeks so hot— beads of sweat drop. You kiss his neck, thumb tracing the slit of his cock’s head. Neige whimpers," Ahhh oh princess, mark me. Please mark me!"

You had to hide a large grin into his hair, with Neige’s career he wouldn't be able to have any love bites or hickies. While you could of course have yours painted with hickies, Niege would always trace them with a pout. But now….

You take full advantage, kissing and licking his neck, over his pulse and sucking at the pale flesh. His skin is flushed pink, as you leave a trail of bites, as Neige moans louder, whimpering his thanks.

As you fully marked his neck, Neige steadily worked his way to undressing you. Turning around to face you, he tosses your clothes aside next to his own discarded clothes. His hands caressing your skin, with a reverent touch. He left your panties on but not your bra. That he took great pleasure ripping off, as he kneaded your breasts, your buds rolled and tugged between the knuckles of his fingers. Moaning, you trail your nails down his back, making Neige whimper as he kisses your collarbone. 

 With each discard of any restraint, you grab his ass and squeeze it, grinding your hips over his bobbing cock, making Neige let out a loud, unashamed whine of your name. He can’t take it anymore!

Neige had you pinned down on his bed and spread open for him. One second you had your skirt the next it was gone. Your heart thumped so hard in your chest, loud drums, as Neige pressed his face into your core, stealing a gasp from you. He didn't notice. He was too busy rubbing his nose into your crotch, eyes shut as he kissed your clothed cunt making your cheeks heat up how tenderly he's treating you. His finger tug at the seam, tracing your lips. His cock was still hard even after so many times he came into your hand.

You smell wonderful.

With the speed of a man possessed, he ripped off your panties, and his greedy tongue split you open as you shut your legs around his head.”Neige!” you squeaked his name.

Neige groans, pulling away just enough to kiss your inner thigh as he makes his way down to you. You came to him, you came to save him from this heat, he should be more loving before he breaks you.

“My princess, forgive me!” Neige said between licks, you taste so divine on his tongue, he could eat you for days if he could,” I waited so long for just a taste of you, I was going mad without you!”

The urgency in his voice made tingles go down you back, you let out another whimper when Niege licked the long stripe from your core up to your clit flickering it with the tip of his tongue. His mouth so replaced it, sucking the sensitive bead. Your hands gripped his hair, as you arched into his mouth, words that were words, you don’t know them. All you knew was the tongue exploring your soaked pussy.

Neige groans as his hair is tugged, his hips grind against the mattress. 

 “Do that again,” Neige commanded, his voice more husky with the tone of authority that made you aroused. Neige looked up at you, the long lashes of his eyes painting him like an angel,” I’m not going to break, my princess, so be rough as you want.”’ 

His fingers dipped in your wet cunt, rubbing up your walls, as his thumb rubbed your clit. Your hands pulled his hair harder, as you mindlessly thrust your hips into his fingers. Neige watches his eyes focused on the way you arch, letting his fingers go deeper, the slackness of your mouth as a groan leaves.

Your juices coat his hand, and the throbbing of his cock is maddening. Don't you know what you do to him? Everything about you, he adores, from the way you breathe when you sleep to the way you twist your mouth at things, the little sway you do when no one is around. The tick in your eye from anger, the way you search for something Neige doesn't understand but he wants too.

Everything….everything…oh how he loves loves loves you so much that it hurts.

His fingers curl pressing into that spongy spot, that makes you gasp and rock— feeling his fingers soak he pulls them away with a string connecting them. So warm, so hot and it smells sweet to him.

His tongue peeks out tasting it, suckling his fingers clean.

Neige pulled away from you, leaving you gasping as your body twitched in the aftershocks of your orgasm. Even with the sinful image of you naked below, your cunt wet because of him, Neige still wasn’t finished. The idol rips off the rest of his clothes that overheated him, and pulls you up by your hips to pull you closer to him. This snapped you out of the high, you looked at him,”Neige, babe?”

“Not done yet,” he murmured, he was not sated just yet, he caressed the dip of your hip,” please please let me finish with you.”

A soft plea, his hands laced together with yours. It was far more sweeter, and chaste unlike what you two had just done.

“Then finish…finish...in me,” you tell him breathless, already trying to push his cock in, impatient you rubbed your wet fold against his head,” hurry and cum in me already!”

“As you wish, my princess,” his voice thick with lust, his eyes warm brown dazed. He breathes in slowly, a low groan leaves him shakily, as the head of his cock pushes into your cunt. You gasp, feeling the fullness in you, stretching your walls. It felt so good. So good oh God. 

Neige’s body shaking, his hand still laced with your’s as you two breathe squirming at the sensations of being squeezed and full. It’s so hard, Neige swallows heavily, its so hard to not immediately fuck you into the sheets. The way your walls wrap so tightly around his cock, wet and hot as he can’t help but whimper as his hips desperately try to push in. The potion might have made him a….Neige’s cheeks burn a dark red,...a bit of a whore as Allen would say. However, Neige will make sure you’re still comfortable, his fingers squeeze your’s. His thumb rubbing over your hand.

A hand rests on the smallness of his back, snapping him out of his thoughts, eyes wide he looks down at you as you begin pushing against him. “W-Well? Don’t get shy on me already,” You tell him grinning,” I’m all yours.”

Neige heart lurches,”Mine?”

“Yours.”

“Yours,” Neige repeated, as he began to move against you, sending a rush of heat over the both of you. You groan, reaching up to him so he could be closer to you, hooking your arms around his neck, you kiss his neck as his thrusts begin to pick up. You’re so wet, so hot and easy to slip into is all Neige can think about as his thrusts become more harsher, more faster as your cries begin to fill the room.

Neige was so enraptured by the pulsing of your pussy, drool slipping down his mouth as you sucked him in more and more. His body pushes into you, hitting deeper and deeper as fluids leak out between you, Neige doesn’t want to stop. If he did he would die without this. He needs it so badly, he needs you so badly, any gentleness that he had left him as his balls begin smacking against your soaked fold. Your sweet Neige pounding you into the bed, as you kiss his jaw, pulling his hair to make him groan.  Your body felt like it was on fire, edging to the end as the head of his veiny cock touched and pushed on the nerves that made you scream.

“NEIGE, OH FUCK—-YES!,” You cry, gripping onto his waist with your legs, pushing your feet under his ass, as Neige folded you in half going right at it like an animal,”Yes! Neige right there! RIGHT THERE!”

The force of the thrusts made his bed creak and the canopy frame shake.

 Neige doesn’t even respond, the ebony haired beauty lost in the sensations of getting his dick soaked in your wet gushing cunt, as your body jolts and squirm, loud ragged breaths coming from you as your cunt squeezes his cock. Neige keeps going chasing the heat building up in his core, feeling the hot fluids soak him makes him go faster, sloppier thrusting as he frantically chases it,” My love! Oh…Oh! Oh I love you so much!”

Feeling the snapping release of his peak, Neige lets out a loud shout of your name, as you feel a hot gush of cum shoot into you. It wasn’t even a small amount either from all the jacking off from earlier, with so much being released you can feel him being pushed out from it. Panting, you mumble trying to keep your head grounded as the afterglow crashes over you. Neige buries into you, his face in your neck as he kisses it weakly, he spoke his voice hoarse,”I-I ….thank you. Thank you my love.”

“Don’t thank me,” You tell him, kissing his sweaty hair,”I came as fast as I could.”

Neige giggles,”’Like a prince in a fairy tale.”

“Exactly,” you laugh, hugging him close. Sighing, you smile thinking finally, Neige has passed the potions effects, though you had to admit you kinda hoped it would last longer. Neige skin is still warm to the touch, and the cum is still stuffed in you, even if you were worried, the potion should be in effect. Shame, you still had more in there, but it’s not as if—-

Neige lets out a needy groan into you neck, a loud whimper as his hips begin to push into your aching cunt. Your eyes snap open in shock.

“Are you hard again?” You squeak.

“Yes,” he whines, he kisses you cheek,”my love…..I need you again.”

Breathing in, you reach for the basket on the dresser.

“Pass me the potion Neige.”

[idrawfunkythings]

DCAtober Day 18: Phobia

Words 1,600+ Summary: Moon admits some feelings and you chase him home

Spring was both of your boys’ favourite season. Sun loved how deep nights stretched into long days, and Moon liked how all kinds of new animals would be finding refuge wherever you went. You liked the walks - on warm spring nights, you and Sun would have a nice wander around the city, and you’d come home with Moon in tow.

You were having one of those nights now. It was a Sunday. Tomorrow you’d resume your job search. The stash Fazbear had given as hush money was more than enough, but you still needed a steady income. But for now, it was you and Moon, and the just risen rock that he was named after shining in the sky.

Moon’s steps are long and graceful. You, on the other hand, are trailing behind slightly, watching as his head swivels from side to side. He spends your walks together coolly inspecting the surroundings. When Sun goes out, most of the way home is spent in silence, unless Moon decides he’s in a feral mood and wants to chase you.

You’re less than fifteen minutes away from home, at the point in your journey where you cut through a park to avoid construction on the sidewalk. Moon’s hypothetical ears perk up when he hears laughter coming from a swingset, eyes trailing over to where a group of young kids are playing together while their parents sit nearby.

He slows, falling back to where you are, and you give him a funny look that he avoids. “What’s wrong?” Despite his clear anxiety, his optics remain fixed on the group. “Moon?”

“Let’s take the longer way,” he stutters out, clasping your hand and backpedaling to the park gate. “Sun wants to see if the bluebird eggs have hatched.”

“Whoa, whoa, what?” You dig your heels in the grass, which realistically would not stop Moon at all (his freakish strength and everything), but seems to work enough to get him to stop. “Those eggs hatched a week ago, remember? Sun cried because one of the hatchlings almost fell out.”

“There’s another nest,” Moon says determinedly. He still hasn’t looked away from the kids.

“No there isn’t. Sun’s on that birdwatching Facebook page! He would have told me if there was a new nest.”

“Just popped up.” Moon tugs your arm. “Come on.”

You follow his gaze, to where the kids have stopped their swinging and are looking at him with wide eyes. One of them seems to have recognised him, a boy with a white eyepatch on his right eye, and waves excitedly. Moon waves back half heartedly.

“Nest,” he repeats.

“Are you scared of them?”

His red pupils find you, piercing your soul. “Scared?”

You couldn’t believe you hadn’t realised it earlier, honestly. This was the first time Moon had been near a group of children since the daycare. Sun had, of course, when you went to the grocer’s or out for early walks, but by the time Moon came out most kids were snuggled in bed.

The problem was you didn’t know how to approach this without him biting your head off. “Not scared,” you amend hastily, acutely aware of the way Moon’s smile has tightened. “Just… overly cautious.”

“Our whole job is with kids,” Moon spits, and you totally don’t note the use of ‘is’ rather than ‘was’.

“I know… but it’s the first time you’ve seen them since… um…”

Moon’s face tilts, and his eyes narrow, meaning he’s either about to chase you until you can’t breathe or Sun is trying to calm him down. “Not scared,” he says eventually.

“Okay. But is there… apprehension?”

More words from Sun. Moon pauses.

“…don’t want to hurt them.”

Okay! This was progress! Moon was being more vulnerable with you. If you weren’t currently standing in front of him, you’d be pumping your fist in the air in excitement. You compose yourself and pretend you’re not totally surprised he didn’t just pick you up and walk the longer path anyway. “Why would you hurt them? We wiped the glitch.”

Moon’s hands tremble, and his bells rattle as they shake. “Could be in a file.”

This had clearly been affecting him more than you knew. You wonder if Sun feels the same. You’d ask him tomorrow, when he was cornered and had to be honest or get hit with a pillow. “Leo checked your files.”

Moon finally looks away from the kids, staring in the direct opposite direction. “Humans make errors. Too many errors.”

“Well… yeah, we do,” you relent, slipping your hand into one of his to still his shaking. “I can’t promise what he did will be 100 percent perfect.”

A quick glance at Moon’s face tells you Sun is definitely staring at you in horror through their headspace. You’d deal with him later.

You jump back quickly before they can start an argument. “But I trust him, and I know you do too. I mean, hey, he’s one of the only people Sun allows to open you guys up.”

Moon’s listening, mostly because he doesn’t have a choice. But he’s not running away, so you count that as a win.

“Moon.” You squeeze his hand. “Before we even got rid of the virus, we had pretty much worked through all the triggers and reactions it caused. You trust me, right? I trust you and Sun with my life.”

“…your judgement isn’t worth much.”

“Okay, rude.” You’d elbow him if it wouldn’t just result in you getting a bruise. “Sun thinks my judgement is impeccable.”

“No, he does not.”

“He’s also rude!” You say, jabbing a hand at Moon’s chest. He chuckles quietly, so, hell yes, this was working. You adopt a softer tone. “Moon, buddy. I wouldn’t tell you to go over if I thought you would hurt them.”

Moon looks at you in a pained way, which you realise is because you’re doing exactly what he used to do when a kid was scared at the daycare.

“If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” You gently tug him back in the direction of the playground. “Please?”

You can tell just by looking at him that both of them absolutely do not want to go near the swings at any cost. Moon seems ready to bolt, like a scared cat that is waiting for the right moment to zoom away.

“You can do it.”

He looks down at you and his fingers lock up, almost crushing your fingers. His feet are still firmly planted on the floor. There is not intention of moving.

“Is Freddy scared when he goes on stage?”

If Moon wasn’t about to short circuit, he would have groaned. “What.”

You repeat yourself. “Is Freddy scared when he goes on stage?”

It’s stupid. It’s so, so stupid, but it’s the only thing you can think of. It’s what they used to say to the kids when they were scared to make new friends, or show their art, or do anything they clammed up just thinking about.

You nudge him.

“…yes.”

“But what does he do?”

“He goes on stage.”

“And why does he do that?”

“Do we look like children.”

“And why does he do that?”

Moon looks very much like he’s not scared anymore, he just wants to kill you. “Because he is brave.”

“Let’s be brave together.” You take a step forward. He’s not gonna follow. You know he’s not going to. This was all just a waste of-

Moon follows you.

You hide your joy and take slow steps past the swings, where the kids have returned to their talk. When they catch sight of Moon again, and how close he suddenly is, the one who recognised him earlier jumps up and comes sprinting over. His parents eye him warily, but calm at the sight of the daycare attendant. His reputation precedes him.

“Mr Moon!” the kid shouts in excitement. “What are you doing here?”

Moon is still trembling. You squeeze his hand yet again, and give him a smile. He straightens up.

They really must have been amazing performers.

“Hello, Hudson,” he coos, bending down to be on his level. “I’m here with my friend. Do you remember them?” You wave at the kid, and he waves back. “Are those your friends?”

“Yeah!” Hudson nods excitedly. “We go to school together.”

“You must be having a lot of fun.”

Hudson nods even more enthusiastically than before. “It’s so much fun! I’m learning how to read.”

“That sounds very hard.” Moon gives him a high five. “Well done, star.”

Hudson looks over to his friends. “I gotta go play, bye!” He runs off without saying anything else. Classic kid.

You don’t say anything as Moon stands back up, nor when you walk out of the park and cross the road. When you reach the bike path, where blackberry bushes are covering the sides, you beam at him.

“I’m proud of you.”

Moon looks away. “We miss the kids.”

You blink. “You do?”

Moon nods. “We miss all of them.” he stares at the path ahead of you. “That doesn’t go away.”

Maybe once upon a time, you would have been skeptical if that was him speaking, or if his coding was mandating the response. However now, you knew his words were all his. Fazbear couldn’t control them anymore.

“Maybe we should go past the park more,” you suggest. “Say hi.”

Moon chuckles lowly. “Sun says you sound like a creep.”

You smack his faceplate. “Shut it, Sunburn!”

Moon laughs and dodges your second attack, and despite your best attempts, evades you the whole way home. Later, when you’re getting ready for bed, he pulls his hat over your eyes and cackles as you stumble after him, trying to chuck it at his head.

[itsrlymine]

Hi bb,

Presently and for the time being, this blog really is THAT BITCH lmao and you know how I know it’s legit? That ur legit?

Because I NEVER interact beyond a “like”, and if I do it’s only ever been one quick message of kudos. And look at me here now! Lmfao got me over typing out a whole ass paragraph😂 Love love love the me that is you and the aura you’re radiating! And the mirroring has been too hilarious💀 from you and all the success stories from miss girl deciding that her man isn’t some one else’s child’s father, to miss mister nonbinary feeling like they would enjoy having their friend group again, and so many more… but those two specifically had me gagged laughing my ass off when I saw them cus they were such unique reflections the way they were reflected to me that I’m not the only one “manifesting” these things and that I’m not a bad person for wanting this😌

Guys, hear me clearly on this: when it comes to intentionally aligning with that which you want to be, we gotta be honest with ourselves about where we’re actually at if we’re ever gonna get more powerful. I had to face the truth that I didn’t have enough “knowing”/“trust” to do a lot of the things I wanted to when I first “remembered” (aka learned about) the “Law”. So I decided to work smarter and just work the damn “process” (of building up “knowing”) until I got the hang of it.

And I’m soooo excited to share that recently I was just chillin casually enjoying this blogs success stories when it started to hit me like wow look at all these birds before land lol I finally made it! From starting at damn near below zero in terms of skill in execution (back in spring of 2021), all the way to now (almost winter of 2024), it took me about 3 years give or take but babyyyyyy I made it🙌

And the craziest part is it’s only just the beginning🤯 don’t get it twisted, over these past 3 years theres actually been a lot of manifestations that have unfolded through me, but any moment now I can feel it that some of the much more “significant” experiences I would enjoy are going to materialize in the physical and I’m honestly over here like 👁️👄👁️ like fuckkkkkkkk it’s hereeeeee? after all this time am I readyyyyyyyy????????? Lmao I’m tryna act cool and keep it chill but everybody on this blog just keeps getting me so hype it actually inspired me to participate and share a little bit for once

Which is all apart of the unfolding going on over here cus I knew personally I wasn’t gonna start participating period point blank anywhere or with anyone until I really started getting somewhere with this whole “manifesting” thing

So yeah just a little contribution to add to the mix of all the happiness and celebrations that everyone is enjoying here together on this blog

See you all again soon, probably with some success stories or pointers that might ✨inspire✨ someone

-🪽🤍🪽-

Hello 🪽🤍🪽!!!!

I feel like I deffo "started" journey around that time as well. Thank you so much for your wonderful message my love! Thank you for proving how legit my page is. I'm honored to have your stamp of approval!! Miss mister nonbinary is f*cking insane babe. Ummm💀

We are deffo not the only ones looking to experience something new and is is great being able to see the reflections in others. Once you know you are that which you want to experience, literally everything falls in line and there is no work to no done.

Don't try to keep it chill. Be hype asf! That's why we are all here!!!

[piratefern]

okay so basically about your AU it's great but I honestly don't understand why scp 049 left scp 035 alone and what's with briefcase? *confused noise* I'm quite confused I do understand some things but some things are quite confusing to understand there backstory I will appreciate if you explains to meh clearly (*°∀°)=3

Hey :D! Thankyou for your ask :3

Basically, to understand the briefcase you’ll need a bit of context first :3

SPOILER WARNING (technically, im hopefully making them a youtube shorts series once ive finished with my main project, but we’ll see :3)

Hasel (or 049 :3) comes from 1340’s france. He had a wife and a daughter who both caught the black death. He was working as a doctor at the time, and tried everything he could to save them, but they died. His daughter’s dying wish was for him to live, which cursed him to live forever altering his form to something resembling a crow, the omen of death.

In this sense he is now a monster (or anomalous if you prefer) and now portrays more birdlike traits :D

So with this in mind, he feels incredibly guilty. He feels as though the deaths of his wife and child are entirely his fault because he couldn’t cure them.

This guilt manifests itself into a caricature of his wife, where she taunts and tortures him within his mind in a place known as the grey dimension (seen in my earlier birdsong project)

when he gets lost inside the grey dimension (more or less lost in guilt) his physical body turns to auto pilot, and will hunt down anything obstructing his path to “the cure”. This is the monstrous form we see :D

The caricature also produces a black vine, which is my au’s version of the pestilence :D He can see this everywhere, he believed it infects people, and he believes he must find the cure for it in order to redeem himself (this isn’t true, especially because this vine isn't actually real)

CONTEXT OVER

right, so Hasel meets dyo (or 035 :D) in 1601. They travel together and eventually fall in love :3 Hasel slowly becomes happier now that hes learning how to enjoy life, and continues his journey to find a “cure”, unaware that its staring him in the face, Dyo, who helps him to forgive and tackle his past, whether unintentional or not.

Eventually their story leads up into 1916, during the first world war. Battles, despite their nature, are an efficient way for Hasel to research the dead whilst avoiding killing where he can.

He had almost hurt dyo by accident after his monstrous form takes him over, and the vine was telling him that he was in the way, that dyo was stopping him from reaching the cure.

At this point something had been building up inside of him. It was a sense of dread, a feeling that something bad was going to happen.

And there it was. He looks over no-man’s land and all he can see is death. He can’t take it anymore, and that night he runs, scared of hurting his lover and scared of “failing” those from his past.

(…)

The briefcase however? Its not too important :3 Its a way for him to carry his supplies and it changes to keep up to date with the time period :3 He left it behind so dyo would know he’s gone. Dyo had also had this impending sense of dread, he felt deep down that something like this might happen, but he desperately tried his best to ignore it. So now he’s searching for hasel, the only person in his life who could never leave him, the only one who wouldn’t die.

So yeah thats it in basic terms :3 (after hasel leaves the caricature of his wife is replaced with a manifestation of dyo, masks comedy and tragedy and a mix of the two as it shows how his guilt has become more complex over time :3)

(Once he gets captured by the foundation the back of his cloak is branded with the logo)

any more questions lmk :3

I haven’t shared much on dyo since this was mainly a hasel focused question so if anyone’s curious about that then be my guest to drop an ask whenever :D He isn’t as built up but I do definitely have ideas for him :3

[alovesreading]

Chicken Shop Date - Part 10 Teaser

A/N: happy birthday Matty!!!!! to celebrate our favourite curly headed lad today, @imagine-that-100 and I have decided to give you a little teaser of part 10. it's slowly but surely coming together and we hope you enjoy this little taste of it! thank yous for being so patient and lovely, we love you lots and we're sending everyone lots of hugs xx

~*~*~*~ 25th February 2023 ~*~*~*~

“So sorry we’re late. We’re finally here.” You unlock the door to your Mum and Dad’s house with Matty in tow.

The only thing that’s gone right on your trip here is that you both made it into the car and you both had the bright idea of getting ready for your family party before you set off. Other than that, it’s been a bit of a mess.

First, after 5 minutes of driving away from Matty’s house, you both forgot your bags which you packed for the next few days of your stay at your parents so you had to go back to grab them. Then you kept on getting every red light you came across, followed by a standstill on the motorway which was 45 minutes of you and Matty singing 2000s bangers interrupted by each of you occasionally complaining about how long you’d been waiting in traffic.

Needless to say, parking up at your parents house was just that bit of comfort you needed after a shit journey. Though by the slight bit of worry you can detect on Matty’s face you feel that he may not be quite as comforted as this is the first time he’s meeting your parents.

He’s only briefly caught your Mum on FaceTime before now and it was just a quick conversation that you cut short because your Mum was about to embarrass you. But he’s yet to meet your dad and you know he’s nervous despite him having no reason to be.

“You’re fine, it’s better if we’re fashionably late anyway. Come in, come in.” You Mum shouts as she rushes to the door and practically all but shoves you out of the way after giving you possibly the quickest hug and peck to the cheek.

Clearly, her eyes are set on a certain someone else.

Your boyfriend manages to get his greeting in there first once you step to the side to watch the encounter. Matty smiles brightly, putting your bags down in the hall as he says, “Hey, so so nice to finally meet you.”

“Matty,” Your Mum’s grin is huge as she welcomes him with open arms, “So lovely to meet you properly.”

Being the teddy bear that he is, Matty isn’t phased by the hug in the slightest and he happily returns it, giving your Mum a tight squeeze as if relishing in the hug of another mother figure. It seems your Mum's grin is infectious because Matty’s is now just as big as he tells her, “So lovely to meet you in person. FaceTime isn’t the same. You’re even more gorgeous in real life.”

Your Mum starts laughing as they release each other from the embrace. “Flattery gets you everywhere in this house, you’re going to fit right in.” She pulls your boyfriend inside, like he isn’t being dragged when she says, “Please come in.”

Matty smiles at you on his way in, clearly having calmed down a little after realising you weren’t lying when you said that your Mum was lovely. You adore him for being nervous though, God knows if you weren’t badly jet lagged and emotional the day you met Denise, you would have been just as, if not more worried than when you met Tim.

Your Mum leads Matty straight into the kitchen leaving you to put both your bags at the bottom of the stairs out of the way, and you head to your lounge to see your Dad with a beer already in hand and he’s on his feet offering you a hug immediately. There’s a gin on the side so it’s great to see that they have had pre-drinks while they’ve been waiting for you to arrive and not sat hating you for being late.

After pleasantries are exchanged and you’ve given him a hug, he asks you. “Was the trip over okay?”

“Yeah it was good despite the traffic, thank you Dad.” You smile, picking up your Mum’s gin and smelling it quickly before you have a sip.

Ooooo parmaviolet gin. Stunning!

Putting the glass back down quickly, you nod towards the door and ask your father, “Come meet Matty?”

Your Dad looks entirely too smug as he asks, ”Do I pretend like I haven’t seen his face on your bedroom wall since you were a teenager?”

God that’s a whole different can of worms you’ll have to sort out when you get home later. Take the posters down, number 1 on the priority list.

”No, he knows I was a fan. But please don’t embarrass me.” You all but beg, even showing him some puppy dog eyes as you reiterate, “Please.”

“I make no promises.” Your Dad smiles teasingly and slight dread seeps into your system.

Even though you're slightly more than half certain he’s just trying to wind you up, you say, “Dad.” sternly.

Instead of easing your worries, your father just pulls you into another hug, and he kisses the top of your head before saying softly, “Good to have you home.”

You’re about to tell him you’re happy to be back, but before you can your Mum comes into the lounge with your boyfriend in tow. Immediately a smile finds its way to your lips, just because you can see his gorgeous face again but also because he’s clearly made friends with your Mum already as he’s got one of her precious gin glasses in hand which means he’s already won her over. You’re lucky if you even get one of those crystal gin glasses.

Your boyfriend’s grin only gets bigger when he properly greets your Dad, offering him a handshake.

As your father takes his hand, he asks knowingly, ”Did she make you drive Matty?”

”No, I offered,” Matty chuckles a little before he explains, “And I’ve not insured her on my car yet… But when I do that, I’ll make sure she drives next time.”

Matty glances at you all amused because you’ve told him in the past how you’re not too confident about driving around central London which is why you don’t have a car at your flat. The little bitch just likes teasing you about it, and from this alone you know him and your Dad will get on just fine because your Dad’s made the same joke in the past.

”Good man.” Your father chuckles, “Nice to meet you.”

After introductions are out of the way and you’re all settled with drinks in hand, Matty seems to relax right in and you’re really pleased because you knew he was nervous to meet your parents even though you told him there was no need to be. Regardless, you’re so happy he fits in seamlessly, and is doing God's work by entertaining all of your Mum’s silly questions.

But it’s when there’s a slight lull in conversation that your father takes the opportunity to ask a question you wish never left his lips.

Your Dad looks all proud of himself after he takes a sip of beer and asks, “Has my daughter ever told you about the time that she screamed and started crying when you announced you were releasing your second album?”

“Oh my god, STOP!” You yell before hiding yourself in your hands all the while Matty’s giggle fills the room.

“Ha, no she hasn’t but I’d love to hear all stories like that.” You hear your boyfriend say and you're already shaking your head.

“No, you don’t.” You say sternly, still hiding your now burning face.

Your Dad just laughs and ignores you as he tells Matty, “Oh there’s hundreds, I’ll tell you when she’s not here to tell me off.”

The whine of pain that leaves your lips has the room laughing, and Matty rubs your back for a second to silently tell you not to be embarrassed. If anything he’s grateful for your obsession with his music because it led to him being here with you right now and he wouldn’t change that for the world. No matter how obsessed you may be.

You take a second to compose yourself before you uncover your hot face and look directly at the culprit. “Dad,” You shoot him a pointed look that both him and your Mum start chuckling at, “Thought I just said don’t embarrass me.”

“Sorry sweetheart, but I can’t promise anything when you bring the man home who we’ve been shown pictures of since you were a teenager.” Your Dad drops you in it again and all you can do is look to the ground and sigh.

“It’s going to be a very long night.” You mumble before you take a long sip of your gin.

And something tells you that you’re not going to be wrong.

~*~*~*~

Matty is stiff in his seat next to you in the taxi as you make your way to the venue where your family gathering is. As nerve wracking as it was to meet your parents, he recognises that it’s gone well, but the prospect of now going to a place where he’s not only going to meet but interact with your entire family for hours, has him shitting bricks.

His breathing becomes shallow as he bounces his knee and fiddles with his fingers, and he doesn’t even notice he’s doing all that since he’s lost staring space. His thoughts are as all over the place as his fidgeting, trying to remember names you’ve thrown around or little details about your aunties and uncles that he could use to make a good impression.

You’re thankful you don’t fail to notice his clear signs of restlessness showing through. You almost coo aloud because you find it so adorable that he’s this nervous about meeting your family. Maybe you should mention they already adore him because you have never kept your love for the band from them, so basically everyone already knows who he is.

If anyone should be scared of things potentially going against them, it’s you who should be worried. God knows all the shit your family could say to him to embarrass you. Your parents have already tried their hand, but you know there’s so much more that everyone else could say.

Before you can even begin to make a list of all the possibilities, your hand rests over his restlessly bouncing knee. You gently rub his thigh as you send a smile his way, quietly telling him, “You’re going to be fine.”

His leg stops moving and though his hands freeze over his lap, his gaze falls on you and you can just read the worry on his face.

Bringing a hand up to cup his face, you rub his cheek softly and assure him, “They’ll love you.”

Just as much as I do, you want to add but you don’t think it’s the best time to say it. You just hope he can read it in your eyes, because your chest hurts with the amount of love you have for him and it shines on your face when you look at him.

He nods faintly and leans in to steal a quick kiss. “I trust you,” he mumbles against your lips before pressing a kiss to your cheek and finally settling in his seat.

His fingers intertwine with yours and he squeezes your hand before resting it over his thigh. Looking down at your joined hands makes you sigh in content, and you end up resting your head on his shoulder with the stupidest smile on his face.

Matty lets your warmth calm him down and soon he forgets where you’re going for all he can think of is how nice you smell and how soft your skin feels under his calloused fingers, how cute you look in this dress and how he could go an eternity with you pressed against his side like this.

When the car stops, you pick your head up and, just like your parents, thank the driver before exiting the taxi. You turn to look at Matty and see his nerves washing over him again, but you walk up to him and brush his curls back before kissing him softly and quickly in reassurance.

Though it really doesn’t help when your dad says, “Come on, let's throw you into the belly of the beast Matty.”

Matty chuckles quietly, and though he puts on a cool, unbothered expression, the way he squeezes your hand gives him away. He clears his throat before saying, ”You surely can’t be all that bad.”

Your dad snorts menacingly, knowing exactly what’s to be expected on the other side of the door, ”You’ll be eating your words soon.”

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A/N: We hope you liked that! We're so excited to keep on writing, time just isn't on our side most of the time but we're trying to make it work. Thanks again for all the love! xx

[moutainrusing]

western

535 words, @wolfstarmicrofic

It was Friday, time for Sirius and James to rest for three nights in a new town before carrying on their journey across the western plains of America.

With their horses in tow, they sauntered into the stables of the town’s inn, and requested the stable master.

But when the stable master came out, Sirius froze. Because this man was incredibly hot. A thick, pink scar slashed through his slightly crooked nose, splitting his warm brown face in two, and he just exuded warmth. Pink and brown and all those warm colours blending together to make a masterpiece of a human. His face was slightly shadowed with his tipped Stetson, casting defining lines over his prominent cheekbones, and Sirius wished he had a camera, because the lighting was perfect. Or maybe the man was just perfect in any lighting.

As Sirius’s gaze trailed down, he noticed the man was wearing incredibly low-waisted jeans which were barely hanging off his hip bones. He swallowed and averted his eyes back to the man’s face, which was now smirking at him.

“Need a place for your horses?” He addressed both of them, but solely looked at Sirius.

Sirius could not breathe. Luckily, James spoke up for him, “Yea, how much would it be for three nights?”

The man looked at James then, because Sirius was clearly too disappointing for him. “One-five-oh dollars each. Three hundred total.”

“We’ll take it. Cheers.”

The man looked at him. “You from the UK?”

James shrugged, “Yeah. We’re just… exploring.”

“Hmm,” the man nodded, turning to stroke the horses. “What’re their names?”

And that was Sirius’s cue. James nudged him to get a grip and talk. “Well, mine’s called Friday,” and he pointed to his chestnut horse which was taller than James’s because Friday was superior.

The man snorted. “Now why the heck would you call a lovely horse that?”

“‘Cause of the joke,” Sirius grinned, getting excited. Jokes were more important than hot men, after all. “A cowboy rode into town on Friday, stayed three nights, then rode out on Friday. And how did he do that?”

The stable master shook his head and smiled wryly. “Horse was called Friday. But you ain’t a proper cowboy, sweetheart.”

“I—”

“And mine is called Regulus!” James interrupted, saving Sirius from descending into stuttering madness.

“That’s worse than Friday,” the stable master quipped. Sirius felt proud of his naming skills, at that moment. He also elbowed James out of disappointment, because it was tradition at this point. James was such a simp. For Sirius’s brother.

Point proven when James began explaining, “He’s named after the love of my life. Regulus, my star—”

As James waxed poetic about Sirius’s brother, Sirius and the man shared a look, and Sirius realised he should probably give the man a name. “What’s your name?”

“Remus. You?”

“Remus isn’t very cowboy-like either, you know.”

“Never said I was one.”

Sirius smiled. “I’m Sirius.”

“So, Sirius. You arrived on Friday, and you’re staying three nights at the inn while keeping your horses at my stable, before you ride out on Friday. To carry on your ‘exploring’. Real dedicated to the joke, are we?”

Sirius nodded proudly. “Definitely. You should come with.”