#and if after we get picked up again you want to delete your account please go ahead and do that!

[xoxoemynn]

For OFMD Tumblr friends who want a S3 and are scared of Twitter

First, no judgment from me. I very much get it. I resisted Twitter for a long time, and even though I'm now a bit more comfortable on it, it's still not my Fandom Home. There are a TON of valid reasons not to be on Twitter, but if you REALLY want to keep OFMD visible right now and help its chances of returning for a third season, Twitter is the best place to do it. Like it or not, Twitter is still the best social media platform for raising awareness and for instant news updates.

Tumblr posts don't make headlines. Topics that have been trending on Twitter do. And if we want this show to come back, we need to make OFMD impossible to ignore.

By now you've probably seen just how close we came to a S3, and if you're like me, you are RAGING and donning your battle jacket. But I get it can be intimidating to get on Twitter for the first time, so I thought I'd address some common anxieties I see. I'll put below a cut because this got a bit long, but I promise it's a quick read.

I don't know what to say! Where do I even start? That's okay! You don't have to create your own tweets (although it's great if you do). Amplifying other people's posts is also important. Go ahead and like/retweet/reply to other people's posts. This may also help you get an idea of what you may like to say in your own tweets.

Hashtags...yes? Yes! Although don't use too many or you may get flagged as a bot. The biggest one that seems to be emerging is #SaveOFMD. Other popular ones are #RenewAsACrew, #RenewOurFlagMeansDeath, and of course, #OFMD and #OurFlagMeansDeath.

Should I just be tagging all the streaming services? Per @renewasacrew, no. It's counterproductive. You'll want to tag one streamer at a time and be specific. Below is an example of a tweet I made the other day -- use specific reasons why that that particular streamer may benefit from picking up OFMD.

I'm scared. People are mean. Yeah, people are mean. But I will say the vibes over at OFMD Twitter are currently the best I've ever seen them. People seem to have united for the greater good and are being overwhelmingly positive and just trying to do whatever we can to save the show. (That said, again, I already had a pretty curated feed, and was very liberal with blocking users/terms I didn't want to see, but I've been able to spend so much more time in the For You tab than I ever have without being jump scared by something.)

But I don't know anyone there! Wouldn't I just be shouting into the void? Not if you use the hashtags! Fans are being really good about following those and engaging with the tweets. Plus, [Stede voice], I'm your friend. I'm xoxoemynn over there as well, I'll follow you back and engage with any of your posts that I see. Plus, what's been REALLY lovely to see is that SO many lurkers have come out of lurkerdom to support the efforts, and they are being welcomed with open arms, so you will not be alone. Again, I am telling you, vibes? Best I've ever seen them.

I can't get sucked into another social media platform, I don't have the time. The beauty here is you don't need to spend a lot of time. I've been on Twitter more in the past week than I have in the entire year I've had an account, and I'm still only on for maybe an hour total the entire day? I open the app, I check a couple accounts, I engage with a handful of posts, and I close the app. It takes all of five minutes. It's an extremely small lift that can have a very big impact.

My bet is on Zaslav expecting us to be upset, and that there may be a day or two of outrage, but then we'd move on. I'm sure right now he's trying to convince everyone that this is a fluke, and that it'll blow over soon. Don't let him win. Keep OFMD in the news. Be loud (but polite) and make Max and other streamers take note of what a passionate, loyal fan base this show has. Make their stocks continue to drop. Make it clear this is NOT just a fluke, it is NOT business as usual. It's a BIG fuck up with lasting consequences.

Twitter, for all its sins, is the best place to do this.

Now let's get our damned show back.

[king-of-the-underworld-hades]

heyy

Could you make a oneshot with wenclair x male reader who smokes and skateboards you can add anything you want to it just if R can have messy black medium long hair with purple ends and matching colored eyes

I was hoping I would see this one again I really wanted to do this one before my old account was deleted. I don’t skate so sorry if I sound like a poser.

Sk8ter Love(Male)

Art by @ellie5756_milky on X

The halls of Nevermore were bustling as per usual. Students talking to each other, cliques walking in groups as per usual, the "mean girls" judging a random passerby, etc. One of these groups suddenly split as you sped down the hall leaving a streak of dark purple. "Watch it!" You yelled out. You were low to the ground on your board a hand on each side gripping the board to help maneuver through the halls, you expertly weaved through the halls having many close calls but you had been doing this for years so it was nothing new. After a few minutes, you reached your destination, your dorm. You power stopped in front of your door unlocked it and walked in picking up your board in the process. Walking in the sound of your roommate playing GTA V filled your ears. "Yo," Your roommate Damien said not looking at you. "Sup, what you doing?" You asked as you sat on your bed taking off your boots and watching the screen to see him get blown up by an oppressor. "I dunno," he responded as he blew out smoke. You rolled your eyes and stood up opening the window. "I thought we talked about smoking with the window closed?" "Forgot," you sighed and grabbed the cigarette from him and took a drag of it before blowing the smoke out the window, "Methonal?" "Yeah, one of the Vamps got it for me," Damien said as you got a text. "You could've asked me to pick some up," you said as you checked the text. It was from Wednesday from the group chat with her and Enid, opening it you saw a picture of yourself blowing smoke out the window. With the text under it reading. "You're smoking already?" You could practically hear her annoyance in the text. You chuckled and responded, "Were you watching my window waiting for me?" "...Just get up here already." "She totally was," Enid texted. You smiled and walked over to your closet. "Imma be at-," "You're girlfriends dorm all day. Don't call or text unless I'm dead," Damien said finishing your sentence. You chuckled tied your hair up loosely and left the dorm with your board.

When you arrive at their dorm you open the door and Enid immediately hides behind you. "Baby, calm her down!" "Mi Amor, please tell the mutt that she can't take the hoodie I took from you for herself," Wednesday said eyes locked on Enid like she was prey, Enid was wearing one of your hoodies which was Wednesday's favorite one of your collection. You sighed and pat Enid's head. "Pup give it back to Wends," you said as Enid pouted. "Why does she get to have one for herself!?" "Cause the one toy usually steal is dirty after you spilled juice on it. Again," you said as Enid groaned and took the hoodie off giving it to Wednesday who was Smirking. Wednesday slipped into it and Enid flopped on her bed and started complaining to Yoko and Divina how unfair you were being. You sat down on Wednesday's bed sat on your lap and took out your hair tie letting your hair fall to your shoulders. She took a strand of your hair and rolled it in between her fingertips. You found out early in your relationship Wednesday loved your hair. Unlike most teens, you keep your hair clean, conditioned, and soft. You always did hair care, skin care, etc. But, Wednesday always loved your hair especially, the way it flowed, and how your hair faded seamlessly into the purple color she came to adore. She loved how it glowed whenever you used your abilities. As she was playing with your hair and staring into your eyes she began to lean in for a kiss but was interrupted when Enid appeared behind you and pulled you down and kissed you first. Enid looked at Wednesday and jumped off the bed grabbing the spare skateboard you kept in the room and began to skate out of the room in an attempt to outrun Wednesday who got off your lap and began to chase Enid with her mace, the medieval kind. Thing crawled out from under Wednesday's bed and tapped the floor a few times. "Yeah... I should probably go after them."

[sunflowerrosewood]

First Night at the Mansion ~ Oswald Cobblepot

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

I'm sad some of these Gotham stories are missing from mine but I do have a few so here we go!

No warnings. F/c stands for favorite color.

~~~

You have been dating Oswald Cobblepot for about a year now. Oswald invited you over to his mansion and mentioned you spending the night. You were quite worried about spending the night with Oswald because that is a major step in the relationship. Oswald seems thrilled about it but maybe it lies with you being a cuddler?

You got ready for Oswald to come pick you up. You put on your f/c t shirt and some jeans as Oswald asked you not to dress fancy. You heard Oswald’s limo picking you up from your apartment so you decided to go ahead and go outside.

“Good evening my love! Are you ready to come over to the mansion? Did you pack your things?” Oswald asked as you held your bags up.

“I got my things packed and I am ready to go. Why did you want me to stay tonight?” You asked as Oswald shrugged his shoulders.

“Can’t I spend the night with my girlfriend?” He teased as you blushed.

Oswald asked the driver to take your things as he helped you into the limo. It was normal to be picked up in his limo but it still made you nervous. It felt too expensive for someone like you. You have never seen Oswald’s mansion before but you knew it was going to feel extremely expensive. As the limo pulled into the driveway, your eyes widened in surprise.

“Th-This is where you live?” You asked in shock.

“This is my home darling. Please do not be surprised. I live in the best place because I have built myself up.” Oswald explained as you blushed knowing he figured you out.

As the limo stopped in front of the door, you recognized Victor coming out and taking your things while Oswald helped you out again. As Oswald held you waist, he walked you into the mansion. A large living room with an L-shaped couch and flat screen TV stood. You smelt your favorite meal wafting in the air and saw a few people running about the house. 

“Do not mind them Y/n. They are only workers of mine. I made sure to have your favorite meal prepared tonight as I wanted us to have dinner by ourselves.” Oswald explained as he took your hand into the kitchen.

Chefs were walking around setting up a table only lit by candles. You could smell dinner and dessert being prepared from the staff. You noticed that the Chef pulled out three different wines for you to try. Someone like you does not really think about wine but Oswald does want you to be pampered. It makes you feel embarrassed being pampered this much. Oswald led you to the seat beside the head of the table. The meal was catered around you as you two sat down. 

“Red or white wine?” Oswald asked as your eyes widened.

“I am not used to drinking.” You said as Oswald chuckled.

“We will go easy on alcohol. I only wish for us to have a relaxing night. We can even drink water if that is easier?” Oswald suggested.

“No, I will try some of it. But could I have water on the side?” You asked softly.

As Oswald asked one of his workers to bring you water, he picked a smooth sweet wine for you. The two of you began eating together. It was so well made that you had seconds. After your belly was full of your favorite dish, Oswald brought out different cheesecakes and cakes to try. You were so full that it made you sleepy.

Oswald suggested for you two to move to the living room after he let his workers go. You followed him and laid on the L-shaped side. Oswald turned on some comedy movies to watch as you laid against his side. As the first movie ended, you were getting tired but chose to burrow your head into Oswald’s side. He grinned to himself looking at you.

“I love you.” He whispered as he could hear a soft snore.

As the night went on, Oswald began to get tired and woke you up. You yawned as he smiled at you.

“Let’s get ready for bed.” He said as you nodded your head.

You followed him to his bedroom as he gave you one of his button up shirts to sleep in. You noticed this was his bedroom and began to feel your heart race.

“Wh-What about a guest bedroom?” You stuttered as he smiled at you. 

“If it is okay with you, my dear, I would like you to stay here.” Oswald said.

“O-Oh, sure!” You said happily before Oswald helped direct you to a bathroom to change. 

You slipped off your normal clothes and placed Oswald’s button up on. It came to just above your knees and smelt just like his cologne. You smiled at how it comforted you.

As you returned to the bedroom, Oswald was already in his boxers and only had a lamp by the bed on. You smiled at him as he was taking in your attire.

“You look beautiful in my clothes darling.” He said softly before kissing your lips.

You kissed back before getting into bed as a blushing mess. He slid into bed beside you and turned off the light. You could feel Oswald beside you and how you wanted to be near him. You immediately curled against his side and burrowed your face into his chest. The faint smell of his cologne was on him as well. What you failed to notice is Oswald had a bright smile on his face as he pulled you tight against him. You fell asleep quickly and Oswald fell asleep faster than usual.

[lil-elle]

Can u write how we wake up with xikers? I think they could be really sweet like, kissing your cheeks in the morning 😭😭😭

This is so cute and sweet please-

Waking up with XIKERS

pairs: bf!xikers x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.2k

content: just sleepy kisses and cuddles

a/n: if you're the anon that requested this same thing on my other account before I accidentally deleted it, thank you so much for requesting again T-T

Minjae:

Would get to bed late and wake up late, you’d always be out of bed before him

You’d walk in, sit down on the side of the bed and say good morning and he’d just sleepily open his eyes before pulling you down to cuddle

Giggle while trying to push him off you but he just buries his face in your neck

You’d eventually get away and place a kiss on his lips, which he’d reciprocate very sleepily and mumble something inaudible

If you bring up his sleepy behaviour later, he’ll deny it with red ears, embarrassed

-

Junmin:

You’d both wake up to his alarm super early and you’d try to turn it off and go back to sleep but he’d pepper your face with kisses while telling you to get up, his voice crackly and deep

He’d start getting ready for the day while you sit up, trying to rub the sleep from your eyes

He’d bring you a coffee in bed, a fluffy hairband pulling his hair back so he can do his skincare routine

By the time he’s done his skincare, you’ve managed to pick yourself up out of bed. He’d come over to you, wrap his arms around your waist and place more kisses on your sleepy face, mumbling “Morning sleepy…”

He’d then make you and him braeakfast and more coffee !!

-

Sumin:

You’d sleep in late together, tangled up in the sheets until noon

You start pulling away from him to finally get up and he’d pull you back, refusing to let you move, groaning softly into the top of your head

You’d have to drag him out of bed with you

He’d be so clingy when he’s sleepy, draped over you as you brush your teeth and do your skincare

Once he finally started to wake up he’d be so lovey, wanting kisses from you, tracing the veins on your hands while you try and eat your breakfast

-

Jinsik:

The first thing he’d do after opening his eyes is smile and greet you, “Good morning, love ♡” his voice deep and soft

He’d smile wider as you grumble softly, still sleepy

The type to just caress your face and hair gently as you wake up, allowing you to take your time

He’d absolutely adore your sleepy sounds, giggling softly whenever you groaned or mumbled

If you were really tired certain days, he’d bring you coffee and breakfast in bed

-

Hyunwoo:

He’d wake up pretty easily, saying good morning and asking how you slept while softly stroking your arm to help you wake up a little faster

You’d do your skincare together, giggling and teasing each other the whole time

On days where you’re extra sleepy, he’d sit you up and do your skincare on you, carefully running his fingers over your face with each product, accidentally putting you even more to sleep

He’d talk your ear off, telling you every detail of the dream he had

He’d try to make breakfast for you, but knowing how bad he is at cooking, you’d insist to cook together

-

Junghoon:

Another chronic cuddler, clinging to you and not allowing you to move without even realising it

Extra silent in the morning, responding to you with a series of soft grunts and hums

You’d start softly petting his head and he’d immediately begin closing his eyes and falling asleep again

If you kissed him good morning, he wouldn’t even have the reflexes to respond, but his cheeks and ears would still go pink and he wouldn’t be able to bite back a soft smile

On many days, just seeing his cute sleepy face would coerce you into staying in bed and cuddling with him longer

-

Seeun:

He always lets his alarm ring, annoying you after a while. You’d turn to him and push his sleep mask up, watching him sleepily blink to adjust to the light

He’d immediately grab you and pull you against him, trying to fall back asleep while mumbling “I don’t wanna get up...let’s sleep in, babe…” in his gravelly deep morning voice

You’d try to poke him or bite him to get him to let you go but he’d just laugh at tease you, “It’s so early and you’re already so feisty~”

He’d eventually give in, letting you go and kissing you good morning before getting up. He’d then laugh at your red face after he kisses you so unexpectedly

On days where you didn’t want to get up or didn’t feel well, he’d carry you in a bridal carry out of bed, insisting that you should at least wash your face and eat (while still teasing a little)

-

Yujun:

The type to be so sleepy that he forgets that he’s not the only one in the bed. He’d always be shocked at first after opening his eyes and seeing your sleeping face in front of him, before eventually coming to his senses and poking your sleepy cheeks

You’d always wake up to him smiling so wide at you. He’d just watch you happily as you yawn and stretch, so in love with you

He'd get up and insist you could stay in bed because he would do everything today, but you refused, getting out of bed as he pouted

But you'd thank him, placing a soft kiss on his lips and watching his face go bright red and the smile creep back onto his lips

You'd start to make breakfast for him and he'd continuously be trying to push you out of the way and help

-

Hunter:

You'd wake up and he'd already be up and out of bed

You'd sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and he'd enter the room with a beautifully delicious breakfast for you with a coffee made just the way you like it

He'd place the breakfast down but he wouldn't let you dig in before kissing you good morning

He'd listen to you talk about how you slept and the dream you had as you ate, paying attention to every word

He'd wipe your mouth after you were done and place another kiss on your lips, unable to resist 

-

Yechan:

He'd wake up to an alarm as well, rustling his hand through the sheets trying to search for his phone, eventually finding it and shutting it off with a soft groan

He'd turn to you and see your sleepy face, messed up hair, and a little spot of drool on your lip and smile

He'd absolutely love just watching you as you sleep, not in a creepy way, just because he adores you so much that you're extra beautiful to him when you sleep

He'd watch as you slowly wake up, meeting his love filled eyes

He'd immediately pull you into a bear hug, rolling on top of you and almost crushing you as he kissed all over your face

-

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

TAGLIST:

@hyunromi @chocoeon @hyunukitty @minjaezed

[deathofpeaceofmiiind]

illicit affairs | one

*Ellie’s POV* 

It’s been a whole year since I left. I thought it would be harder to live without Noah, but it wasn’t. It was almost a sigh of relief getting out of his world. I blocked them all out for the most part. I stopped listening to their music, unfollowed all their social media accounts, deleted all my photos of them. It was as if that part of my life never existed. 

I settled into my new life quite happily and Tyler and I finalized our divorce with no problems, much to my surprise. Liam lives with me full time and Tyler takes him whenever he’s able or if I need him to. I got a new job working for the hospital as a case manager, which meant I was able to work from home. It gave me the freedom to my work schedule around my life instead of the other way around. Everything was falling into place…until today. I dropped Liam off at daycare, came home and got straight to work. I took a few sips of my iced matcha while I read through my emails, today looked like it was going to be a light workload luckily. As I was finishing up my last report, my phone started to ring beside me. I still jumped a bit when my phone rang, half expecting Noah to reach out for some reason. It was Danielle so I picked up. “Hey.” I answered as I put my phone on speaker so I could finish my work. “Wow you actually answered me.” I sighed, I hadn’t been the best at answering my phone lately, “Yeah. Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay. I just called to ask you about tonight.”

“Why would I want to do that to myself?” I huffed as my stomach started to turn. The band was in town tonight on their new tour, which I wanted to avoid at all costs.

“Matt really misses you, he wants you there.”

“I don’t want to be put in a position where I see Noah.” I felt tears sting my eyes as I said his name. Even though I wanted nothing to do with him, it still hurt to even talk about him.

“Look, I talked to Matt and he promised me Noah wouldn’t find out you’re there.”

“I somehow doubt that. He’s probably hoping I’ll be there”

I felt Danielle’s annoyance in the tone of her voice the more stubborn I became, “Fuck him, I’m talking about being there for Matt. He’s been trying to reach out to you.”

“I know” I swallowed. I started getting dodgy with my texts and stopped replying to him the second he mentioned the tour dates. He wanted me to be there so bad, but I don’t know if I could do it. The idea of being in that atmosphere, hearing those songs again and being near Noah was too much. I worked so hard to close that door. If I went back, it would be for nothing. “Ellie, please. I can only be the messenger for so long, and I don’t want to see you lose one of your best friends like him.” A few tears escaped my eyes, she was right. I’ve really missed him and I haven’t seen him since we said goodbye at the airport. He always asked if I wanted to come see him, or the other way around, but I always made up some excuse why it couldn’t happen. He really did save me a lot of trouble after LA, I guess I owned him this much. “Ok, I’ll go under one condition.” “What’s that?” She replied with some excitement in her voice. “If Noah realizes I’m there, I’m leaving.” “I’ll come pick you up at 5.” I hung up the phone and just sighed. I really had no idea what I was in for.

[hausofkae]

Die in traffic dumb bitch!

RE: blacksimlish, her outlandish remarks, allegations & strange case of main character syndrome + her group of minions.

once you start accusing people of things that are not only detrimental to their reputation, but also just insanely inaccurate, how they defend themselves is neither here nor there.

there’s no rules to this shit. they minimized this to it being just “sims” out of convenience, it fits the narrative they’re pushing. if im being harassed for months and weeks on end & then being accused for being amongst the same accounts doing that nasty behavior, im going to be as out pocket as the rumors & attacks are. it stopped being about sims when my character was attacked. it stopped being about sims when the name calling started and it stopped being about sims when ole girl’s personal information was leaked. im not going back and forth publicly anymore, but once my account is unlocked i will be reaching out to yall, trust that!

at no point have i ever excused or justified the doxing. i think that is something that is dangerous and overall unnecessary. if this continues to be a concern, i urge all of those involved to bring law enforcement into this matter. since it has become about safety, please seek all necessary legal means to resolve the matter. as i will fully cooperate to my accounts being subpoenaed and searched for its activity.

blacksim (whose first name is just learned today after her information was leaked btw!) gets to still be accusatory and proceed to be confused as to why she’s getting the reaction she is. the same language she’s using, if someone else said it to her she would be going on a rampage and weaponizing her blackness. but again, defending yourself is only fine when it’s them. defending your character is only acceptable when it’s that group. she is the only person that has ever been attacked on the internet, so anyone who retaliates is wrong.

you’re grasping at straws picking certain words to point the finger, when the reality is no one knows who did that. but AGAIN, they want someone to blame and me being as outspoken as i am made me one of the targets. COOL. what sense does it make to go to tumblr and send someone hate message anonymously when i’ve been arguing with you and your clique publicly? or are yall going to say ive sent this to myself?

the delusion has to stop. apparently im the first and ONLY person to use “woe is me”. to sit and search my tweets is obsessive and weird. all it proves is yall have been watching for months out of jealousy, seething at the mouth waiting to pounce.

i’ll defend my character however i see fit the same way you all do. i won’t be deactivating, deleting or hiding anything, i won’t be apologizing, i won’t be taking anything back. to sit up until 4am when other parties have stopped responding, creating a twitter space to keep talking about it & being weird just genuinely shows the drama is what fuels you. i’m not giving this shit anymore light publicly. for those who want the context, it’s there and they’ve found it and reached out to me.

you provoked a group of people for months on end & we all got tired of your harassment. period point blank. none of us doxed you, we told everyone on twitter about accounts that solely were around to harass, bully and send threats. at no point was that brought up to justify what was done. no one laughed about you being doxed. none of us encouraged it. there is no proof to that and it’s all talk.

again, i implore you to involve law enforcement if you feel your safety is at risk and i will be more than happy to have my lawyer speak on my behalf. unlike others, the lawyer talk is very legit. i don’t play about defamation. reach out to chat further regarding legal action so i can provide the necessary information. thank you.

[enluv]

sleeping under the stars ⋆ ˚｡⋆☆ !

coco’s love note: before anything, i wanted to say thank you to everyone who has supported me through my journey on this platform, honestly from the bottom of my heart I’m so thankful for you all and appreciate it so much, all the comments, rbs, like, asks, tags, literally everything means a lot to me!! i love being able to write and share my works with you, and it makes me overjoyed when you also read and enjoy them :) i am terrible when it comes to these types of paragraphs but I do want to say thank you again, and I will continue to keep writing for you as much as I can <3 (p.s: thank you to all my wonderful moots who encourage me to write everyday not only with their words but their own works as well !!)

sleepover? what’s that! - well let me explain, I will be hosting a night where we can all come to this blog and stay up with some cute little activities that I have planned out just for us :) below I will explain all the activities we will be having at our sleepover!!

when is it? - july 24th @ 10 PM cdt! – so get your questions and everything ready for the night to come :) !! feel free to send them in already so they’re ready to be answered on the 24th !!

rules? - be respectful, check the open slots - once slots are filled any asks sent after will be deleted, follow the rules for each activity as stated, please be following me if you are participating in my event and do not send in an ask if you aren’t because you’ll be taking slots from my actual followers (moots you can ignore if slots are filled and still send in an ask for an activity!)

the groups for this event are the following - enhypen, tomorrow x together, stray kids, and seventeen.

PSA: please note that you can participate in multiple activities but for activity #2 & #3 I ask that you pick between the two so that others will have a chance to join as well!

onto the fun, what activities will we be doing?! - we will have three main activities to participate in!! and below I will explain them to you as best as I can with examples !!

activity number one: ask the characters!

how to participate? - as many of you know I have a handful of writings on this account, and even more to come! but i wanted to offer you the chance to get the answer to any questions you’ve ever had when reading my works, anything left unsaid by a series or fic that I’ve posted! the way this works is you can send in an ask with the name of the series or work or character you’re curious about and they will answer your question!! you can also ask me any questions if you’d like <3 (this idea was given to me by an anon!)

example(s): “ activity #1 - I have a question for soft launching jay, how did you meet your y/n?” and he’ll answer the question for you !! OR “this if for activity #1 and I have a question for coco, in three exes blank says this and I was wondering if it meant anything deeper?” !!

activity number two: drabbles & drabbles!

how to participate? - drabbles are some of my favorite things to write, so this is simple enough, send me an idol from the groups i stated above and a word and I’ll write you a drabble based on how I interpret that word! make sure to be specific, include the activity number along with the word, idols name, and group - this activity will have a limit after a certain number so make sure to check back here to see if it’s open !!

example(s): “hi coco, this is for activity #2 - my idol choice is felix from skz and my word is dreamy” OR “for activity two - my idol is yeonjun (txt) and my word is petrichor”

— CLOSED!

activity number three: alexa play cupid (read: matchups!) !!

how to participate? - have you ever wanted to know which idol you’d end up with? ever thought, hmm he’s perfect for me! we’ll look no further, in this activity I will match you up with the perfect idol for you!!

– all YOU have to do is send (ALL) the following: your name, if you are a minor or adult, an idol with the same personality as you, favorite song, zodiac sign, and a hobby you enjoy doing !! please include all of these, if your ask does not include them they will be marked as invalid!

example: “hey coco this is for activity #3 - my name is (name), i’m an adult, an idol with my personality is beomgyu, my favorite song is (insert song), my zodiac sign is taurus, and a hobby I enjoy doing is crocheting!!” OR “hello this is for activity #3 my name is (name/pseudo), I’m a minor, an idol with my personality is jake from enhypen, my favorite song is (insert song), my zodiac sign is cancer, and a hobby I have is going to the gym”

— CLOSED!

coco’s love note: once again, thank you so much for 3k followers, I hope we continue to grow and you have fun with this event! & thank you to all my moots who read this over and helped me make it the best possible <3

[treely-ruly]

Free apps that help me so much

Planning stuff

Recipe keeper: log your recipes from online, scan em in from books, or add your own - then easily add the ingredients to a shopping list! If you pay for it you can use it on multiple devices (use the same account, I think you both have to pay, but then you can both see and add to the shopping list). You can also use it to plan your meals in advance with the calendar feature

Google calendar: you know it, you love it. Schedule your stuff, give yourself reminders, share calendars with your friends and lovers

Phone addiction stuff

Noscroll: lets you block yourself from watching short videos on many different platforms (you can set it to cut you off immediately or to let you have a limited time)

IChooseTo: select an app, put a countdown before it actually opens (helps with mindlessly opening social media for no reason). It can also prompt you again after a while. You pick how long, how often, you write the message that pops up

Communication

Emergency chat: use it like messenger but on one phone. The first screen can be a custom message like "hey I'm having a meltdown - help me leave this overwhelming situation! We can communicate using this chat tool"

Live transcribe: is your memory so so bad? Use this google tool that listens to your conversations and writes it all down for you ... I'm sure it's fine that google is listening to you....

Health stuff

Interval Timer: struggle to count how many times you've done an exercise and stay on task? Set up routines - it counts down seconds, and gives you a warning before your next task starts. Each task can be colour coded so you don't have to read the words. I use it on silent mode so I can listen to a podcast. I'd imagine you could use this for things other than exercise too...

Symptom Shark (search for MyDataHelps - it's contained within it): track anything you want (options to give ratings of severity), add comments that auto timestamp. It can prompt you multiple times per day. Colour code as you please! You can also turn symptoms on and off without deleting them, so you don't get overwhelmed with additional options when you're not experiencing that set of symptoms

[owlpartytime]

Days of Thranto Past Appreciation Post Day 25

Rather than writing new this Thrantovember, I am featuring the works of others that I love. Most of these are probably well known already, but it's always someone's first time seeing a fic! Rules were: 1. Story must be completed, and 2. Thranto must be the primary focus of the story. I'm featuring 2 a day (because I couldn't cut the list down) at random - I'd love to hear your thoughts on the selections (and please give the authors some love, too!)

Today's featured stories:

That Which Consumes

Past the door, everything changed.

It was an intangible change, though, less of a concrete thing than a shift in Eli's perceptions—he sensed it in the air, some animal instinct deep within him rising up in fear. Pitch-black in here, just like in the maintenance tunnel—they had life support and grav generators, but no lights, apparently—but the airfeltthicker, as if his movements were made in higher gravity than was registered on the techs' scanners. The stormtroopers had propped the door open, and the clean air from the tunnel slashed through the miasma within the corridor. Eli wanted to go back. He didn't, of course.

"Technician Bartel, your readings," Thrawn said coolly. If he felt the same tension Eli did, he gave no sign of it.

"Same as the tunnel, sir," Bartel said after consulting his scanner. "But I'm picking up something else—organic matter on the bulkheads."

Another fic that I am endlessly happy and thankful that the author decided to set free rather than delete. The first Thranto horror fic I remember reading, and one that lives in my head rent-free. The dread and anxiety is palpable throughout and I adore it.

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cautionary orbits by skycatcher

“We have not had the opportunity,” Thrawn told her sincerely, except when Thrawn actually wanted something he blew up ships to get it. Che’ri snorted and disguised it as a cough. Thalias smothered her expression behind a tactful hand. 

Considering the events that had taken place between their last, and by all accounts, brief interaction pre-purrgil, Mak’ro was unsurprised. Unsurprised, but unsympathetic. This, whatever this was, was causing untold havoc on his officer corps. Mak’ro carefully put the teapot down on the small side table.

“What is he to you?” demanded Mak’ro. “An investment? An asset?”

“They are not mutually exclusive,” began Thrawn, then stopped at the murderous look on Mak’ro’s face. He said finally, “A friend.” Or at least, he had been.

Leave it to Thrawn to find his kindred spirit, only to send them across a galaxy and a half with no guarantee of them ever meeting again. A friend. 

Un-fucking-believable.

Impatient Mak'ro is the best Mak'ro, especially when having to deal with Thrawn and Eli's respective nonsense. Everyone in this delightful fic is turned up to 11 and I love it for that.

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Happy Hump Day!

You may have read the shocking story in America (yes, another one) about a black boy who went to the wrong house to pick up his siblings and was shot twice by 84-year-old white man, Andrew Lester. Mr. Lester shot him once through the glass door and, as he lay on the ground outside, shot him again (to make sure he was dead!) Ralph, a 16-year-old from Kansas City, Missouri, had been sent to pick up his younger twin brothers at a friend’s house but mixed up the address, finding himself in front of a house on Northeast 115th Street, instead of Northeast 115th Terrace. Thankfully, Ralph survived and is now at home with his family. Andrew Lester has now been charged with first-degree assault and armed criminal action. My question is: why are some people white people so AFRAID of black people? Afraid for their life!

We’re watching ‘Wellmania’ on Netflix – which we’re now kinda getting into it – and the lead characters said something like, “These are not your people. One day you’ll find your people.” Do you understand what that means? Have you ever found yourself within a crowd of people (or trying to fit into a crowd of people) and you suddenly realise you DON’T fit in? It’s a devastating realisation. You might have spent a lot of time trying to be part of it, trying to enjoy it; you might have spent a lot of time and money and emotional energy trying to fit in and then you suddenly realise … you don’t! Not saying that’s happened to me – I’ve got wonderful friends everywhere – but I’m sure some people find themselves in that situation.

My hacked Instagram is spewing out beggy-beggy messages again! People tell me they have been responding with anger and sarcasm. What’s the point? It’s just a bot! People say they have reported it. What’s the point? Instagram don’t give a f*ck! People: the account was hacked LAST YEAR! If you are STILL subscribed to that OLD Instagram profile (and hundreds of people still are), please UNFOLLOW IMMEDIATELY, or the bot will keep promising you money and, once they have your bank account details, the bot will empty your bank account! I already have a new IG account (wesker.lindsay). And watch out for MORE scammers leaving 'helpful' comments underneath this post! If they're offering some phone number or email address, DON'T go there!

‘Loose Women’ created a Twitter poll asking the question, “Should protesting be banned?” When the results came back 96% ‘No’, the post was suddenly deleted. Hmm … wonder who asked for that poll to be created and I wonder who wanted the results quickly deleted?

Needless to say, if the immensely-talented Bukayo Saka would like to come to a club where he isn’t viciously and racially abused by HIS OWN SUPPORTERS, we will happily have him at The London Stadium!

After a very long Easter break, term resumes at the other place I teach. Looking forward to seeing my Wednesday students. Really nice people and a lot of fun to work with. Discussion is spirited and always entertaining but, by the time I get home, I am spent!

Have a wonderful and well-endowed Wednesday. I love you all. Yes, a crazy, bald man loves and cares about you.

[teenytinykittenbeans]

Well now...

Here I am on this site again. It's been a few years since I deleted my last account. It's been 15 years since I first joined tumblr. It was my second social media account (after myspace). I still remember learning about tumblr through one of my bestfriends, and then it just spread like wildfire during high school. It was back when WeHeartIt was the equivalent of Pinterest. We'd sift through so many photos to pick out the ones we liked, download them, then upload them to our tumblr "blog" (with absolutely no credit ICK). Back then, tumblr was fun. But also so toxic. The anon messaging feature was honestly a terrible idea for anyone under 18yo. There was so much nasty bullying. It gave people the ability to be really two-faced... But, it also connected us in a way myspace didn't. The openness of tumblr made you feel connected to others. Apart from seeing pictures of them, you saw photos of things they liked, pieces of poetry and quotes that symbolized what they were going through, you saw their interactions with others, you got to find out what kind of music they liked, you got to know other's sense of humor, etc. Idk. It was such an interesting environment, apart from the abusive anons.

And yeah, with my gen getting older, I think we stopped sitting on tumblr and started to go out and experience more things irl. We got jobs, we found new hobbies, some of us just needed change, some of us had kids, etc... The site just stopped feeling as special as it once did. A lot of kids I grew up on tumblr with drifted off... some of us deleted our accounts, and a few stayed...

I think I'm partially back here for the nostalgia. I don't know how long I'll stay. Instagram focuses too much on overall presentation and narrow branding. Tiktok is about playing a character and getting famous. Facebook is full of ads and dull. Snapchat hasn't been enjoyable for me in years. Pinterest is nice for inspiration, but it's system of sharing data based on an algorithm feels messy... And I think that's ultimately it. I miss caring about the people I'm seeing stuff posted by. I miss caring about genuine existences, online.

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My life is so different now from what it was at 15yo. But some things remain the same...

I feel like I'm going through it again, in a similar way to what I experienced at 18. I've lost confidence in myself. I still have such a hard time believing long term goals can become reality, for myself. I'm scared I'm not capable of giving anything good back to anyone. I'm so emotionally unavailable, but really in need of therapy and mending. I'm completely disconnected from my families. I struggle with feeling like I'll ever live up to any standard, no matter how hard I try. I struggle with finding self worth outside of how others view me and treat me.

(Yeah, if you're a youngin' and you've got some kind of financial means of tackling your depression: please deal with it, asap. It comes and goes, but it never permanently goes away. You just learn how to live through it. I wish I had insisted I go to therapy, when I was in my teens, but I never knew I could insist on that from my parents. Mental health is a journey, and it's better to start it as early as possible.)

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Another big change for me, from 15 to 30, is how many people aren't in my life anymore. People move away. People change friend groups after high school. People grow apart. People have kids... If you don't teach yourself small talk or how to connect with new people, you could end up feeling pretty alone.

People also die, way too early. People die that you once didn't get along with, and you cry because it's still heartbreaking to hear. People die that you once laughed with and loved like a sibling. People die that you once had the biggest crush on. People die that you once were just casually friends with...

It makes me realize, more and more each time, that life just happens. You can plan on things. You can schedule events. You can build the life you want. You can just go with the flow. But ultimately, we're not completely in control of our lives, no matter what we do.

It's always devastating finding out someone else has passed away too early. It always feels unreal and unfair.

March 5-6th, 2023

[ideas-on-paper]

That's exactly my concern as well. As humans, we have our own definition of sentience, but that doesn't mean this definition has to apply to all sentient life out there. In the end, we have to admit that we're limited to our own perspective - humans are very quick to assume that they are the most highly developed lifeform, but that's just because our state of evolution is the highest we know, and quite possibly, the highest we can comprehend.

Like you said, there are so many creatures we share this planet with that are way more intelligent than we previously thought. If we have no way of knowing what other species are experiencing, how could we judge whether they're sentient or not? If we ever do encounter an alien intelligence, I'm afraid we might look at it, but not actually see it.

Hm, that's some very interesting dialogue… This reminds me that I still haven't seen the Renegade options for most of Legion's dialogues. I always wished there was something like a comprehensive archive of Mass Effect's scripts, but since there isn't, I have to rely on videos if I want to double-check lines. (I think I did every dialogue with Legion you can possibly do, but I couldn't bring myself to pick the Renegade options without hating myself.) However, I might have to check out the alternative options if they contain additional info like this. Anyway, thank you!

I checked the thing about the Collector Base again, and it seems like you're right: According to this Reddit post, the squad mates that argue for keeping it are Garrus, Grunt, Legion, Mordin, and Zaeed, but it depends on your party who gets which comment. If you take both Grunt and Garrus, Grunt gets the line about keeping it while Garrus argues to destroy it; however, if you take Garrus and Tali, Garrus will be in favor of keeping it while Tali tells you to blow it up.

Funnily enough, despite having them with me, Legion didn't even say anything in my playthrough. I had Miranda as a second companion, so I suppose that's because her quarrel with the Illusive Man overrules everything else. I legitimately thought Legion had no comment at all on it, until I saw a clip of it later.

Are there any advanced civilizations in the Milky Way not connected via the mass relay network? I can't remember, but it's not outside the realm of possibility - if there are though, it seems they were unable to make contact with any other species until now. Also, I suppose it would mean a bit of a detour for the Reapers to harvest them (then again, they've made it from dark space to the Milky Way without mass relays, so...).

The Leviathans planning to use the Rachni as soldiers against the Reapers actually seems quite plausible... Still, if the Rachni Wars were supposed to be a test run, that kind of backfired spectacularly.

Btw, I've checked the recording from the Citadel DLC. In this video (at 1:12), it says that the AIs were terminated in 1896 CE, if I heard correctly. That's actually one year after the Geth rebellion. I guess the Codex does say that the Geth War led to the systematic repression of AIs across the whole galaxy, but going by Tali's account in ME1, AIs were already illegal beforehand. Maybe the laws just became stricter after the incident with the Geth?

Going by the Codex entry about Reaper indoctrination, I think it might be specifically tailored to organic brains? So maybe it doesn't work on synthetics? (Honestly, I have no idea.)

I don't know how often I've been mentally begging "please BioWare, can you just explain this?" in regard to Reaper indoctrination/reprogramming. How the Geth that were no longer in broadcasting range immediately lost the Reaper upgrades is also one thing I never understood, especially since Legion still has them after being freed (Idk, maybe that's because they were connected to a Reaper directly?). Like, does the signal going offline just delete the code? Or is it like file sharing, meaning that only the Reapers/Legion possess the necessary files and the others don't?

Considering how often Shepard has been in the presence of Reaper artifacts, they either must have impressive plot armor, or the infamous Indoctrination Theory might be true after all. At the same time, that theory comes with its own set of problems... I don't know if I wanna kick off another huge discussion about the endings here, but the most common interpretation I've seen - that the ending is something like a "metaphor" for Shepard's indoctrination they have to free themselves from by choosing the Destroy ending - kind of ignores the fact that you can't free yourself from indoctrination. We see this with Benezia, Saren, and the Illusive Man, all of whom were indoctrinated, but even if you manage to convince them of this, the only way they can free themselves from it is suicide.

There's also the fact that Vigil explained that the Reapers' absence (so possibly, their death as well) doesn't reverse the effects of indoctrination: The mental decay is permanent, and according to Vigil, the indoctrinated slaves left behind by the Reapers after their harvest didn't even have the capacity to fend for themselves. (I don't know if it's as bad for people who only have been partially indoctrinated, but I'd like to think even their mind probably won't be the same afterwards.) It's not that I think the Indoctrination Theory is entirely implausible - it's just that I've seen a lot of people act like it magically solves everything, which... it doesn't, really.

Yeah, the only way I can see Xen agreeing to war is if she can continue her research in spite of it. I checked again, and she even sends you a message after Tali's loyalty mission where she claims "once my own experiments are complete, you and your people will watch from a distance as the quarian people reclaim not just their homeworld, but the largest synthetic army in the galaxy." (It's at the bottom of the Wiki page about Tali's loyalty mission, if you wanna check it out.) Meanwhile, in Mass Effect 3, I'm just sitting there wondering "well, what happened to that?" It just feels like such a huge set-up in ME2, but ultimately they didn't do anything with it (although I guess it's not the only time this happened, considering the abandoned dark energy plot).

ME1 replay thoughts, wrapping up the Citadel quests:

-The Quarians have uncovered the most mass relays. Logical enough, since they spend all their time in space

-Fist is long gone, but everyone is still talking about him like he's alive. Not sure if that's a bug or an oversight on Bioware's part

-There are a lot of humans in the Wards. I'm going to assume Shepard's in the Citadel equivalent of Chinatown for humans

-There aren't any Turians in the Wards until the Markets. Was that intentional on Bioware's part because of humanity's poor relations with them?

-Conrad's "wife" will love him hanging a picture of femshep in their living room. Uh uh. Sure.

-Starting the Keeper quest by speaking to Jahleed sure leads to different results! Had to fight Chorban. And volunteering to scan the Keepers means I missed out on the paragon points when I returned to Jahleed. :/ Worth seeing once, but not repeating in the future.

-The Keepers and the Citadel are a total blackbox. How did anyone get the idea that inhabiting this place was a good idea, much less making it the center of government? And why don't they at least research it?

-Yep, running all over the Citadel again to scan the Keepers is very aggravating.

-Just how did Septimus learn Xeltan's secrets?

-Turians only wear those hoods in the Wards, not on the Presidium. There are Turians in casual clothes on the Presidium, so I suppose the hoods are just super casual? Like hoodies?

-The Banes person who blackmails Dr. Michel is built up, and then goes absolutely nowhere. Others have said it more eloquently than me, but it is a letdown.

-Shai'ra's words are a bit disappointing to me. Insightful, I suppose, but not so poetic to be beautiful or helpful to be meaningful. I don't mind helping her, but I'm not counting the words as a reward.

-And again once she's done with me and asks me to leave, because she's everything she can for me... I'm just saying, Shepard could probably use a massage. Or someone that isn't a crewmate to talk to. This is what makes me feel used. At least invite me back for tea next time I'm on the Citadel or something.

It's like the consort wants to know everyone except Shepard.

-The Signal Source sidequest is probably the closest Mass Effect comes to foreshadowing the end of ME3, sadly enough. And a large chunk of players probably never started it, and even fewer probably finished it.

-I should have realized Tali would object to possibly resolving matters with the Signal Source peacefully. Of course she would assume it would turn on us. And it insisting that organics must destroy or control synthetics doesn't help.

Still nothing that even hints at Synthesis.

-Interesting. It's possible that Schells was involved in its creation.

The creator originally created a machine to help funnel money from gambling terminals. That machine became an AI, which created the Signal Source, and the original machine was destroyed when the creator realized it was sentient. And who did I just run into that created a device for winning at Quasar in Flux?

However, the Signal Source says the creator is currently serving time in a Turian prison, so Schells probably isn't the creator. They may or may not know each other. Or the Signal Source could have been lying about the creator, the Turian Prison, or both.

-Running all over the Citadel to check each shop is so tedious. Money will become meaningless soon enough, but right now I have very little. At least I picked up a half decent armor for Tali.

[tetsvhoe]

I am in love with your toxic exes work, and I know you're already writing more for it - but if it's no trouble, could you please include HINATA, Matsukawa and Osamu? I love these boys and I love your writing too, so I just really want to see how you would write them in this situation <33

SEEING YOUR TOXIC EX [5]

kuroo’s part

tsukishima and suna’s part

bokuto, atsumu, and sakusa’s part

iwaizumi, oikawa, and kageyama’s part

character/s: hinata shoyo x f reader, matsukawa issei x f reader, miya osamu x f reader

genre/s: fluff

warning/s: ex coaxes reader into sex when they were together (osamu’s part)

gwen's notes 🤍: this is unfortunately the last one for this series bc i’ve run out of ideas. :(( thank you for supporting all my previous works though! sorry anon this took too long and it’s quite short and repetitive. :/

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

hinata shoyo

you thought being in a toxic relationship was hard but being in a healthy one and unlearning toxic habits was just as difficult.

especially when your boyfriend happened to be such a great friend and teammate. he pushed everyone around him to do better and cheered them up in the process. he was a loving and caring big brother and an excellent example, save for his studying habits in high school. he was also a renowned athlete on top of that.

to you, he was the most supportive, understanding, and patient partner you could ever ask for. to hell with being a ray of sunshine when someone tried to mess with you.

you stretched your hand out to touch the rain that poured from the sky. despite hinata reminding you earlier to bring an umbrella, you still forgot. luckily, his training was almost over. you were waiting for him to pick you up at a convenience store near work when your ex showed up.

“it’s good to see you.”

“wish i could say the same,” you deadpanned, clutching your clothes around yourself.

“i’ve been trying to reach you,” he announced, staring at the rumbling sky.

“i’ve been trying to avoid you,” you retorted back, glancing at your watch anxiously. he grabbed a hold on your wrist, making you look at him at last, shock and fright all over your features.

“don’t be such a bitch when i’m trying to be nice,” he threatened through clenched teeth.

you had gone through lengths to cut him off after he refused to leave you alone. he kept harassing and terrorizing you for months after the break up. he blew up your phone with calls and messages, reached out on facebook, twitter, instagram, even to your emails. soon he even started bothering all your friends and family. you had to get a new number, block him on social media, and delete some of your accounts.

to say that you weren’t frightened of what this man was capable of was a blatant lie.

“i don’t owe you shit, i don’t have to be nice to someone like you.”

footsteps padded against the wet pavement from a distance and you whipped your head to see hinata jogging over to where you were, giggling as he tried to outrun the rain. you let out a breath of relief.

when his eyes trailed to your expression and to the person next to you, his smile wiped off completely.

“what’s going on?”

“we were just talking,” he waved it off, faking a smile. “i’m not trying to steal your girlfriend away.”

hinata stepped in front of you, an uncharacteristic scowl on his face. “that would be the least of my worries since she wants nothing to do with you,” he mumbled quietly. you could almost see his jaw clenching even as his back faced you. he slowly lowered his cold gaze from your ex to his hand still clasped around your wrist, then back at him.

your ex scoffed but shoved your hand away nonetheless. “don’t ever come near her again,” hinata yelled after his retreating figure.

he wore a familiar smile as he turned around to look at you. “sorry i was late. are you okay?” he smoothed your hair out fondly.

despite the dull thump in your chest, you eased at seeing his soft expression. you couldn’t help but smile. “you weren’t late, sho. i’m okay though, now that you’re here.”

he chuckled as he shrugged his jacket off. he draped it over you before firmly holding your hand in a ready-to-run stance.

“wait! i thought you’re supposed to bring an umbrella?”

he grinned, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. “i forgot it in the car,” he curtly announced before dragging you through the pouring rain. you can’t help but break out into a fit of shrieks and laughter.

matsukawa issei

you and your boyfriend were usually too lazy to go out and often settled for netflix, takeouts, and cuddles for date nights.

lately though, you’ve been feeling too cooped up at home and wanted to be adventurous and try a new restaurant for a change.

you decided taking the train would be much faster. mattsun was manspreading sat on a bench, scrolling on his phone as you both waited. you stood up though since you were sitting all day.

you ignored your ex approaching you from a distance and hoped to god he didn’t notice you. he called out your name and you cursed under your breath.

mattsun’s ears perked at the mention of his girlfriend’s name, thinking a random person was trying to hit on you. thick brows raised in amusement when he realized it was your scumbag ex and the fact that he didn’t even notice he was right there.

“i’ve been wanting to talk to you.”

you crossed your arms above your chest and grumbled. “i’ve been trying to avoid you,” you countered, tapping your foot impatiently on the pavement.

“can we talk please. there’s still so much i wanted to say to you.”

“like what,” you scoffed bitterly. “it’s not like anything you’re going to say is gonna change my mind.”

“it might- no, i know it will! i know you still love me. just set your pride aside for once and admit you want to get back with me!”

the frustration you felt from that sentence alone could not be put to words. you felt secondhand embarrassment from the sheer audacity and found yourself wondering where the hell he got all the of confidence from. you heard mattsun snicker beside you, earning him a glare from you. he was surely having the time of his life, but all you felt was humiliation and annoyance. you couldn’t believe you dated someone like him and mattsun would never let you hear the end of it.

stifling a laugh, your boyfriend stretched limbs and let out a groan, finally making his presence known to your ex. “will you look at the time,” he mused, flashing his screen just enough for you and your ex to see. your cheeks burned as you caught a glimpse of his lock screen which was a picture of you together. it’s not like you haven’t seen it before. “it’s time to shut the fuck up,” he retorted, draping an arm over your shoulders.

you bite back a chuckle at his immaturity, but leaned onto his side nonetheless.

“the train will be here soon, babe,” he muttered before kissing your cheek and dragging you away. your ex tried chasing after you a few seconds after it registered to him what happened, but mattsun weaved you into the crowd until you were both far away enough.

miya osamu

three things you should know about osamu; he had a knack for not giving a shit for things that didn’t matter.

contrary to the first one, he had a temper. growing up with his twin who he can barely stand half the time, he was annoyed pretty easily.

he knew how to land a good punch. he had a lot of practice with atsumu.

“let go of me! how many times do i have to tell you i never want to see you again.” you thrashed around in an empty parking lot as your ex tried to drag you in a back alley to “talk” but you’ve made it clear you had nothing more to say and didn’t want anything to do with him. previously, when you tried to break up with him, he would convince you to meet to get some “closure” and all you ever got was him coaxing you into what he called “break up sex”. he would still refuse to leave you alone afterwards. you’ve been avoiding him just fine until now when he’s got you cornered.

“let’s just talk this out hm? it hasn’t even been that long-“

“it’s been months! please for the love of god just let me live in peace!”

he laughed humorlessly, eyes suddenly turning darker. “peace? my life has completely gone to shit since you left me, i don’t get to have peace and neither do you!”

“it’s not my fault-“

“it is, because you left me! you hurt me so bad… come on, baby please. we haven’t even talked yet after you dumped me over the phone, remember?”

“what the fuck?” osamu’s loud voice cut through the barren parking lot.

your ex let go of your hand at the sound of so you booked it and scrambled to osamu’s side, clutching his arm gently and tugging him away.

“what the hell is going on?” he asked again, somehow sounding a notch more irritated. his eyes darted between your shaken figure and your ex’s desperate and panicked state.

“nothing, forget it. he’s not worth it,” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

he raised an eyebrow at you before shrugging your hand off his bicep. he took slow steps towards your ex like a predator hunting his prey. you were right and wrong, yes he didn’t matter but you did and he messed with you. osamu wasn’t having that. every second he spent in the presence of your ex angered him more and more like a ticking time bomb. you shrieked as osamu threw an abrupt punch, faster than you can blink. your ex toppled onto the floor as he looked down on him with a grim glare.

“what the-“

“don’t ever try that shit again, especially when i’m not around,” he basically growled before turning on his heel and pushing you to the opposite direction.

“sorry you had to see that,” he mumbled, draping an arm over your shoulders and squeezing you to his side. a smirk tugged at his lips as your feet padded on the ground in a frantic pace. “let’s leave quickly before he calls the cops on us or something.”

“mhm, orange looks atrocious on you.”

[blu-joons]

Overworking ~ Choi Yeonjun

His eyes widened in horror as soon as he walked into your office to see you slumped over your desk in frustration. Your body was in the room, but it was apparent to Yeonjun straight away that your mind was absent, lost in a spiral as you tried to find something to focus on to get things done.

You were completely oblivious to Yeonjun entering the room until you head a chair pull up beside you. With a loud groan, you sat yourself up properly so that you could meet Yeonjun’s eyes, noticing a fear in them as he studied the exhaustion closely on your face.

It took a moment for your state to sink in for Yeonjun, never had he seen you so tired in his life. He could tell that you were struggling, although your eyes looked at him, it was almost as if you were lifeless behind them, lost within yourself and the cycle that was your endless workload.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a whisper.

As your teeth came out to bite against your bottom lip, Yeonjun could tell that you were holding on. The quiver in your lip was the last straw for him, as he dragged your chair towards him, wrapping his arms tightly around your frame and bundling you firmly into his chest.

“Don’t worry,” he comforted, but as soon as he did, light sobs came from you, dampening the material of his shirt. Yeonjun’s eyes shut in anguish as he held you into him, giving you all the time that you needed to let your tears fall.

They were tears that you’d been holding onto for longer than you could remember, determined to always try and keep the smile on your face. It was easier said than done, as the pressure continued to mount, you were a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.

“Work, again?” Yeonjun asked as soon as you quietened down, assuming the cause.

Your head could only nod back at him, having offloaded on him several times before, Yeonjun knew just how hard your boss was working you. He was far from impressed, but there was little you could do, as much as Yeonjun hated hearing you say it, you needed this job more than anything else.

“They should be supporting you in that place, not helping you fall,” Yeonjun sighed as you moved away from his chest. His hand reached across your desk to pull out a tissue from the box, cupping the side of your face as he dabbed against your cheek.

“They’ve all got it hard too,” you tried to reason, but Yeonjun was having none of it. There was no way that he could believe everyone in your office went home in the same way that you did, shaking, scared, and under an extreme amount of pressure.

His eyes watched you closely as you took the tissue from Yeonjun, drying the corners of your eyes, before dabbing at his shirt, apologising for the mess you’d made.

“I don’t care about this old thing,” he chuckled as you tried to tidy it up, “I care about you. Just say the word, and I’ll go to that place and tell them what you’re doing to you, there’s got to be something that we can do to get them to stop treating you this way.”

“I’ve just got to get on with it,” you reminded Yeonjun, raising your voice a little, “having you march into that place isn’t going to do me any favours, what if it would just make things worse?”

“Then quit,” he suggested, laughing softly as your eyes rolled. “I’m being serious, it’s not a joke.”

“How many times do I have to say it?” You asked him in frustration, “I’ve not got it as easy as you, I can’t just open my bank account and watch the pennies flow in.”

The stubbornness in your voice was something that Yeonjun was used to, refusing his help as ever. You’d always been independent, always wanted to stand up on your own two feet, every time that Yeonjun offered to help out, you’d politely decline. He couldn’t understand why you were putting yourself through it all when he was offering to help, but your pride always got in your own way.

He hated seeing you so alone and so vulnerable, it wasn’t a side of you that he was used to, it was a side of you that he hated to see too. Even as your tears dried, he could still see the worry in your eyes, knowing that time had passed when you weren’t getting things done.

“If I don’t have your back, who will? I can’t leave you all alone in that place Y/N,” he frowned, taking a hold of your hand, “they shouldn’t be allowed to do this to you.”

“Maybe this is just something that I need to figure out for myself,” you reasoned.

“No way,” Yeonjun instantly argued with a shake of his head, “you’re never alone, you’ve always got me. You never go through anything all by yourself, not whilst I’m with you.”

The sincerity in his voice took you slightly by surprise as you nodded back at him, feeling your heart swell at the care Yeonjun had towards you. “I wish that all of this could just go away, why do I always have to be the pressure point in that place?”

“Maybe because you’re just so good.”

“Perhaps I should just be rubbish from now on,” you joked, “make plenty of mistakes.”

“I know that that job is far too important for you to ever do that,” Yeonjun sympathised, pleased to see a hint of a smile appear on your face, “and reluctantly, I trust that hopefully things will get easier for you over there too.”

“Somehow, I feel like I won’t get out of this mess for a while, I’m just going to have to get on with things like I usually do. I feel a bit better after crying at least, even if it’s far from the answer to all of my problems.”

“It will get better,” Yeonjun continued to try and assure you, “I’ve been there as well, when you feel like you’ll never find a way out. But I promise that you will, and I’ll be right here by your side supporting you through everything until you feel better again.”

“I don’t think I could get through this without you.”

Yeonjun’s head shook as he moved you even closer towards him, making sure that he had your full attention on him. “You have no idea how incredible you are, you’re getting through this every day, without me. Showing up and getting it done, proving to your boss how amazing you are, that’s how you’re doing so well every day.”

There were plenty of times when you thought about not showing up, deleting an email or pulling a sickie, but you didn’t. For all the stress, you knew these goals were things that were never going to go away, not until they were fulfilled by you.

“Why don’t you call it a night and give yourself a break?” Yeonjun suggested, “I’ll even let you pick out a movie that we can watch together.”

“You must be feeling generous to give me control.”

His head nodded in agreement as he recalled the last movie that you made him watch, and how much he despised it too. “It’s a one-time offer to let you pick out the movie, I’ve got to watch something that will at least make you smile.”

You reached across and jabbed into his arm, “you’ve already made me smile, just by being you, that’s all that I need.”

“Does that mean that I can pick the film in that case then?”

“No,” you chuckled, “you don’t just get to retract your offer like that.”

“It looks like I’m in for a long night then.”

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Masterlist

[arvinsescape]

Hey could you please write something with reader's ex leaking some private pictures you two took when you were together just because he's jealous of you and tom, so when tom hears about what happened he is so upset that someone could be this low, he's not even jealous, he is just so mad that he could cry

A/N: Thank you for sending this in, I hope you enjoy! 💕

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex, leaking of nudes (this is never okay, I do not condone this behaviour), talks of bad relationships, mentions of stalking (do not read if you are uncomfortable).

You and Tom had been together for just over a year and a half, it had been amazing, you absolutely adored each other and everyone could see it. There was only one negative in your relationship and that came with your ex.

He was an incredibly jealous human being, awful in every way. You broke things off with him after two years of putting up with his behaviour. You'd not been allowed to have male friends, the relationship you had with the men Tom lived with was strange for you at first, at every turn you expected Tom to get angry about how close you were getting. It never happened, Tom adored the relationship you had with the boys and it was quick to reassure you of that fact when you opened up to him about it.

Unfortunately, although he claimed he wasn't in love with you, he couldn't let you go. He was so jealous when he found out you'd moved on that he started stalking your social medias, leaving comments on your posts which led to you blocking him. Of course, this didn't work, he made new accounts in order to find out what you were doing, leaving nasty comments on posts you made to a point where you simply stopped posting as often.

He was tiring and for a while you worried he'd find you, approach you but he never did. You'd been on edge for a short time after making your relationship with Tom public due to the comments he'd leave on your posts. You wondered whether or not he'd ever get over it, let you go but he seemingly wasn't going to anytime soon. It was tiresome, truly but you'd learned to live with it, you continued to block the accounts he made, Tom personally emailing the social media companies in hopes they could put a stop to him but to no avail.

You travelled with Tom a lot, most of the time unless you had family commitments that kept you homebound. This was due to your job and the way it worked, you never needed to be in an office and you could work from anywhere in the world. Book editing meant you had freedom. It made you feel safe, knowing Tom was never far away and when he was filming you could spend time with one of the boys and it brought a huge comfort to you.

You were back in London, in Tom's shared house after a long stretch in the states, you were happy to be back home, have your home comforts. You had been in and out of sleep for the past hour, your phone buzzing like crazy which had resulted in you turning it off, not ready to face whatever it was so early in the morning. That was all well and good until Tom's phone started half an hour later.

"Tom." You lightly shook him in his sleep and he mumbled incoherently in response. "Tom?" You tried harder.

"Y/N, go back to sleep." He grumbled as he pulled you into his chest as his phone started again. You pushed against his chest and his eyes snapped open.

"Tom your phone." You stated and Tom groaned before rolling over and mindlessly fishing for the device, turning it off as well. "It might be important." You said and he rolled back over to pull you into him.

"I'll deal with it later, it's my week off, it can wait." He mumbled into your neck as he sighed out. It didn't take him long to find sleep again as he held you against his chest, his warmth wrapping around you and making you drift into your own sleep.

You're not sure how long you'd been back asleep before you heard banging on your bedroom door. Tom groaning as he squeezed your body and ignored the knocks, hoping whichever boy it was would go away.

"Tom." Harrison's voice pulled you both from your sleepy state. He sounded worried, not his usual calm and chilled out self as he banged on the door again. "You need to get up." He said frantically.

"Fuck off Harrison, I'm tired." Tom shouted back as you sat up and ran a hand over your face. Tom protesting as you sat against the headboard trying to come to. "Darling, come back." He begged, almost childishly, you were about to respond when Harrison piped up again.

"Tom, mate seriously. Get up, it's important." He tried and Tom groaned again before sitting up next to you. "Right, I'm coming in." Haz shouted before opening your bedroom door, phone in hand and face paler than usual.

"Haz what is so important that we need to get up at," Tom started as he checked his watch. "7:30 in the morning."

"You need to check your phones." He said as he threw his phone in your direction. With furrowed brows you picked it up. "I'm so sorry Y/N/N." He said and Tom was quick to grab his phone, turning it on.

"What do you mean? Haz it's early and I've not woken up yet, what's going on?" Tom asked as you scrolled Haz's phone, quiet as a mouse, face dropping. You flicked though the series of pictures that had made their way to twitter, complete and utter disbelief hitting you.

"Her ex." Harrison said as Tom's phone finished booting up, numerous missed calls from his publicist and twitter notifying him that he was trending. "Y/N/N, are you okay?" Harrison asked as he took in your figure.

"How long have these been up?" You asked, eyes not leaving his phone.

"I don't know they were posted overnight." Harrison sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. Numerous pictures of yourself from a couple of years ago staring back at you. Pictures with your ex in very compromising positions mocking you as you looked at them.

You nodded slowly as you swallowed down your emotions, you lifted a shaky hand to run through your hair. The internet had practically seen you for what you were, seen things that were meant for a significant other. Pictures of yourself you'd sent to your ex before things got bad between the two of you.

"Fucking piece of shit." Tom whispered as he himself saw what Harrison had been talking about. You felt like crying, the lump in your throat felt heavy as you tried to swallow it down, tears blurring your vision as you looked at the pictures.

"Sweetheart," Tom started as he took Harrison's phone from your hand and handed it back to his friend. Harrison took it and quickly made his way from your room, he knew you were seconds away from breaking down and you needed your privacy.

"I thought he'd deleted them." You whispered to more yourself than anyone else. "I sent those at the beginning of our relationship, fucking idiot." You said to yourself and Tom pulled you into him as your tears fell, silently crying.

"You're not an idiot. This is on him, not you. I'm so sorry." Tom said as he held you. "He had no right to do that."

"Is he ever going to leave me alone?" You cried and Tom's heart shattered there and then in his chest. This man had been a tormenter for years, too long and he had been cause for your tears numerous times over your relationship.

"He is. I swear to god this is the last time." Tom promised as he held you tight against him. His phone rang yet again and he huffed out in annoyance as he lifted an arm, reaching for his phone. "Hey, I'll call you back." Tom said into the phone, you didn't hear the response. "No, this is more important, I'll talk to you later." Tom snapped before hanging up the phone and throwing it to one side.

You became a sobbing mess, the world having seen parts of yourself you never wanted them to. You wanted to disappear off the face of earth, how were you supposed to go out in public after this? How were you supposed to face the people you knew? Your mind was racing, thoughts embedding themselves as you thought more about what would happen. You only cried harder as you thought about it.

Tom comforted you through your breakdown, reassuring you that it was going to be okay. He was in complete shock, how could someone do this? He wanted to cry as he held you, his heart was broken for the woman in his arms. He listened as you eventually calmed down, breathing steadying as you pulled away from his chest and wiped your face.

"I'm gonna do something about this, I promise." Tom comforted and he watched as a defeated look spread across your face.

"What does it matter? The world has seen them now." You smiled sadly, realising there was nothing you could do. He'd taken things to a knew level, one you would never hear the end of. "It's my own fault, I never should have sent them." You bit your lip as you tried to hold back more tears.

"No baby, don't do that. Don't blame yourself, it's not your fault." He said as he sat across from you, taking your hands into his own. You couldn't look him in the eye, what if he hated you for this? This was something people could use against him now, what if he was disgusted you ever sent them to him.

"Stop it." Tom said softly, he could see you reeling, see your thoughts consuming you. He always knew, he said you had this look on your face and in your eyes, he knew you like the back of his hand. "Don't, I know what you're thinking and this isn't your fault."

"Look at me," Tom encouraged as he took your chin in his hand and forced your gaze into his own. "I promise this is going to be okay." He comforted and the look in his eyes was so comforting, so safe. No judgement, nothing hiding behind them, he was heart broken for you, you could see that in the tears that were slightly welling in his eyes.

It wasn't that you were against sending pictures to your partner, you and Tom had sent your fair share to each other. But you had learned a valuable lesson, you'd deleted every picture between you and your ex because that was the right thing to do, right? But he hadn't, he'd kept them and it made you uncomfortable as to why? Why would he want to keep those pictures? Why would he release them for the world to see?

"One minute." Tom said as he got off the bed and made his way into the en suite. You heard running water and you knew he was running you a bath, the evidence in the smell of flowers filling the room as he added your favourite bubble bath. He reappeared after a while.

"Come on. I've got some calls to make so you have a bath." He said as he held his hand out for you. Your heart warmed but you sighed as you took his hand and stood up.

"This isn't your mess to clean up Tom, it's mine." You mumbled and Tom shook his head as he tugged you slightly into the bathroom.

"If it affects you, it affects me. I'm gonna do everything I can to protect you. I love you okay? This isn't your fault and I'm gonna put an end to his shit, I've had enough. I'm gonna do something about him." Tom said and you smiled sadly.

"Thank you." You said and Tom smiled as he gestured for you to get into the bath.

"I'll be back in a while. I'm gonna talk to my legal team, see what I can do. You just try and relax and I want you to promise me that you'll stay off social media today." He said and you nodded as he smiled in comfort at you, kissing your forehead as he left the bathroom and made his way downstairs, grabbing his phone and putting some sweats on as he did.

"How is she?" Harrison asked, almost as soon as Tom entered the living room. Tom sighed as he turned to his best friend.

"She's upset. Blames herself for ever sending them." He said and Haz furrowed his brows.

"This is that twats fault. I swear if I ever see him again I'm gonna punch the smug look he always has right off his fucking face." Haz said.

"You'll have to get in line. I could kill him for what he's done." Tom said, he was so upset that you'd been put through this. "I want to fucking cry for her Haz, she's devastated." Tom continued as Tuwaine made his way into the room.

"That man is a fucking dick." He ranted straight away, Harry agreeing as he made his way in. "I can't believe the shit he's pulled." He continued.

"He's was so open about it, posting them onto his personal twitter account." Harry said in disbelief.

"I'm hoping that was his biggest mistake, what I can get him for." Tom said as he scrolled his contacts, pulling up the head of his legal team.

"What's the reaction online?" Haz asked carefully and Tuwaine shook his head.

"Half and half, some people are defending her, some are mocking her, others judging. It's a mess, people wanna know how Tom feels about it, some Y/N. I don't know, I tried not to look too much." Tuwaine sighed and Haz gave a tight nod as he grabbed his phone and vigorously started to type.

Tom left the room as he held the phone to his ear, on the phone with his legal team. Disappearing to talk in private. Harrison finally finished his typing as Tuwiane and Harry's phone pinged, Harrison's tweets coming to their attention.

There are no words for what has happened to my two best friends. What this man has done is disgusting and in no way Y/N's fault, please stop circulating the pictures. They were posted without her consent and she is hurting enough without people mocking her. Leave her alone, leave Tom alone. You will hear from them when they are ready.

Harry and Tuwaine retweeting the tweets before adding their own in support of you. You were close to them all, they were like your brother's.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. This is just awful, I can't believe this has happened." Tuwaine said and watched as you appeared in the living room, you had your pyjama pants on, one of Tom's hoodies consuming your upper half as you looked sheepishly around the room.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry this has happened." Tuwaine said as he pulled you into his chest, squeezing you in comfort. "It's okay, we're gonna get you through this." He promised and your heart warmed as you hugged him back.

There was a part of you that wondered how much the boys had seen, it made you feel strange around them. What if they'd seen the pictures of your intimate parts?

"I didn't look." Tuwaine said, almost as if he could read your thoughts. "I saw enough to know when to stop scrolling, enough to know what had happened." He reassured as the boys voiced the same.

"Okay, he's gonna do some digging, see how far he can take it. See what he can get him done for." Tom said as he reappeared, you instantly leaving Tuwaine's arms for your boyfriends.

"Is it looking promising? That we can press charges of some sort against him?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, he's just said he'll see if he can take more action. He's already contacted twitter and they're trying to put a stop to the sharing of the pictures. The rest of the sites the same." Tom said as he squeezed you tightly, chin resting on top of your head.

Tom's phone rang again and he pulled it from his pocket, sighing as he watched his publicists name flash across his screen. This was the phone call he was dreading because his PR team didn't give a fuck how you looked, it was all about Tom. This wasn't about him.

"Hello?" Tom said as he answered, he couldn't ignore them forever.

"Tom! Finally!" He heard the shrill screech of her voice and he grimaced as he did. He moved you both to sit on the couch, sitting you on his lap as he cuddled you. "Have you seen the internet?"

"Yeah." Tom said, almost annoyed.

"Y/N needs to put out a statement." She said and Tom huffed, anger building in him.

"Y/N doesn't need to do anything. She will address this if and when she is ready." Tom snapped.

"Tom this will make it look bad for you if neither of you address it. Some people are speculating she's cheated." She replied and your stomach dropped as you overheard her. Tom shifted you onto the couch as he got up, placing a kiss to your lips as he disappeared again. You didn't need to hear any of this.

"I don't give a shit to be honest. She hasn't cheated, these photos where posted without her consent. This isn't about me, this is about her." Tom snapped.

"But Tom, you are Spiderman, your girlfriends nudes have been leaked, pictures of her with another man have leaked." She snapped back and Tom's anger hit breaking point.

"I don't care. I just told you that. I'm not going to force her to do a thing she doesn't want. I don't care that I am Spiderman, what happened to her is wrong and I'm gonna stand by her."

"About that." She said Tom's heart dropped.

"What?"

"We think it might be best if you distanced yourself from her. Make it look like a slight break." His publicist said and Tom's anger hit the roof at the suggestion. His publicist had never been fond of your relationship, they wanted him to date other celebrities, he'd fought them for ages on this front.

"Not happening. This is devastating for her, you really think I'm gonna abandon her? You know what? If anyone thinks negatively about me or her, that's on them because what has happened to her is wrong. How do you think that will look? I can just see the headlines. Tom Holland leaves girlfriend after nudes where leaked without her consent. What sort of a message does that send to people? Did you think about that? Or is this just you taking another opportunity to try and get me seen with someone you approve of?" Tom screamed, the house heard.

"I, I suppose I hadn't thought about that." She stumbled out quietly. Tom pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to calm himself.

"I don't want to hear anything more about this. I'm going to deal with this my way. This isn't about me, this about her and sticking by her, which I am going to do. Whatever you might say. The fact that you hadn't thought about what I've just said makes clear to me that I can't trust you with this one and maybe I should be looking for someone I can." Tom snapped.

"I'm sorry, I'll leave you be. We'll try and do what we can here." She said and Tom didn't even feel guilty for blowing out on his publicist, the team could be the biggest wankers he'd ever met anyway.

"Tom, you'll get in trouble." You said as he made his way back into the room. He sat down next to you, pulling you into his side as he kissed your head.

"I don't care. This isn't about me, they need to realise that." Tom spoke into your hair. He pulled his phone from his pocket as he typed away, minutes later and everyone's phone had pinged, Tom had posted to Instagram. It was a picture of the two of you, one taken over winter in by the fire.

I'm sure many of you have seen what has happened. I'm devastated someone would do this, these pictures were posted without her consent. This man kept these pictures for over two years and then posted them. I ask that you stop judging and just think for a second how this would make you feel, if it was you in this position. She trusted him enough to send those images and he broke that trust, it's so wrong.

I ask that you stop posting the pictures, they are not yours or mine to post. There is no cheating involved, this man has caused enough distress for Y/N and I will not let it continue. I want you to support her and send love, it's what she deserves. She's my best friend and my lover, I stand by her 100% on this, I will not tolerate any abuse sent her way.

Please understand that she is not ready to address this and if she never is that's okay. She doesn't have to, this isn't her fault and she has nothing to apologise for. I love her and I hope to see your continued support of her, much love Tom x

He switched his phone off as he looked at you, he wanted nothing more than to make this go away for you, he wanted to hide you from the world, keep you safe. He had to swallow his tears again, heart aching from what this man has done to you, he couldn't stop himself pulling you tighter against him as he tried to keep his tears at bay..

"It's gonna be okay, I promise. I love you." He said into your hair as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself to straddle him. You pulled each other impossibly closer and the boys smiled at the interaction, no matter what was going on the world, the two had each other. They had each other's backs and it was heart warming to see, to know they had all the support they would ever need in each other.

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comparisons ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 2195

request?: yes!

“Can I get a Colson Baker one where you’re dating after him and Megan where you get a bunch of hate and they both defend you against the hate please”

description: when her boyfriend’s ex is one of the most beautiful actresses of this generation, she finds herself being constantly compared to her and receiving hateful messages

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, hate messages, insecurities

masterlist (one, two)

There was some sort of assumption that when you start dating someone, you immediately hate their ex. That could not be further from the truth for me and Colson. In fact, Colson’s ex-girlfriend introduced us shortly after their break up, and had constantly pushed for the two of us to get together.

Megan was basically the backbone in our friendship. She pushed me to pursue my dreams in acting (as well as helped you with that since she was so much more famous than you were when you started), then she pushed me to start auditioning for bigger roles. The moment she introduced me to Colson, I knew exactly what was coming next.

“That’s weird, Meg,” I had told her. “Isn’t there, like, a girl code about dating your best friend’s ex?”

“I’m literally shoving you onto him,” she had responded. “I think you’re fine with the girl code.”

A few months after meeting, I finally caved and asked Colson out on a date. Six months later, I was still thanking Megan for giving me that push.

Shortly after making our relationship public, however, the happiness slowly came to a stop. For me, anyways. Colson, bless his heart, was blissfully ignorant to the comments his fanbase started to send me.

“yikes, he really downgraded huh?”

“how do you go from megan fox to...that?”

“guess mgk couldn’t keep up his streak of hot girlfriends”

Hate comes with fame, I knew that. I had my fair share of hate comments ever since the start. It was easy to ignore them when they were just a handful of hate comments here and there, but this was different. This was a bombardment of hate that was so heavy I could barley go online.

Colson was oblivious for a while, until he found out I had deleted all my social media accounts.

“Did you delete your Instagram babe?” he asked the minute he got home the day I had done it.

“Yeah,” I responded, nonchalantly. “I deleted all my social media.”

“Why?”

I shrugged. “I just thought it’d be better for me mentally. They say being so attached to social media is bad for you or whatever.”

“But you weren’t even addicted to social media. You just liked sharing your memories - our memories.”

I shrugged again and turned back to my cooking. I wasn’t about to tell him his fans drove me off the internet. He loved his fans, I couldn’t fuck that up for him, even if what they were saying hurt me so much.

My back was to him as I cooked, so he couldn’t see my reaction when he asked, “Is it because people were comparing you to Megan?”

I froze completely. I could feel his eyes staring into the back of my head, but I just couldn’t convince myself to turn around to face him. I knew that if I did, I’d crack. I had gone too long pretending everything was okay, keeping this secret from Colson, to finally let it slip now. I just had to throw him off of his thought process.

“Where did you get that idea?” I asked, trying to keep my voice light.

He was next to me suddenly, holding his phone up so I could see it. On the screen was a picture of me at a red carpet just below a headline that read “(Y/F/N) deletes social media accounts amid hateful comments from boyfriend Machine Gun Kelly’s fans”.

I sighed in frustration. Of course the tabloid vultures had already written articles about it. I had only done it a few hours earlier, but they always had to be the first ones to write another story about me.

“I didn’t even know I was getting hate,” I said, trying to keep up the lie even though it was pretty obvious I had been found out. “I just decided to delete my accounts, it must be a coincidence.”

“Really? Because this article says you were receiving so much hate that you couldn’t even go into the comments on your pictures or replies on your tweets without seeing a mass amount of hate from my fans.”

I turned off the stove and turned around suddenly, abandoning my cooking completely as I quickly walked out of the kitchen and towards mine and Colson’s room. I felt a lump forming in my throat, and the last thing I wanted was for Colson to see me cry.

I wasn’t shocked to hear his footsteps coming after me. I forgot how much longer his legs were than mine, so it didn’t take long for him to catch up with me and stop me before I could get too far away. He took hold of my arm and turned me around to look at him. The moment my eyes landed on his face, it felt like someone had finally broke the dam holding back my tears.

Colson pulled me in for a hug and held me tightly as I sobbed into his chest. Every ounce of overwhelming feelings I had been bottling up for months was finally starting to come out, and I realized it was long overdue when I eventually began to grow tired from my crying.

I felt Colson pick me up and bring me to his bed. My eyes were starting to grow heavy despite how much I was fighting against them to stay awake. The minute my head hit the pillow, I was out like a light.

I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep, but it was obvious I had needed that rest, because when I woke up again I felt more well rested than I had in a long time.

I opened my eyes to find myself facing the window, which helped me to pinpoint that it was now nighttime as the sky was pitch black. I rolled over, expecting to find Colson asleep next to me only to find that I was alone in his bed. I was confused at first, forgetting the events that happened mere hours earlier.

I could hear a distant voice talking and was able to identify it as Colson’s. I got up from his bed and made my way towards the stairs, hearing it get louder as I stood at the top.

“I wish she would’ve told me,” he was saying. “I don’t know why she would’ve kept this a secret from me.”

“She didn’t want you upset with your fans,” came another voice. This one was distorted like it was coming from a phone. When she spoke again, I realized it was Megan’s voice. “And she’s stubborn. She was probably determined to deal with this by herself.”

“I just hate that she felt that way,” Colson sighed. “I don’t want her believing anything any of those people said to her, but I saw screenshots and fuck...they really did just bombard her with hate.”

“I know, but none of us could’ve predicted this. Your fans were so cool with us dating, I thought they’d love (Y/N) since we’re so similar.”

I sat down on the top of the stairs and peeked down enough that I could see Colson without him seeing me. He was laid out on the couch in just his sweat pants. In his hand he was holding his phone up, the other was slung over the back of his couch. I could see the guilt on his face, which broke my heart to see. I didn’t want Colson feeling guilty for something that was out of his control.

“You think what I posted will do anything?” he asked Megan.

“I don’t know. It’s hard to tell. When people want to hate, they just want to hate.”

Hearing that Colson had posted something made me curious. I felt around my pants for my phone, but realized I had probably left it in the room or downstairs somewhere. I was in too deep now to give myself away, but I really wanted to know what he had posted about the situation.

“Thanks for talking to me about this, Megan,” he said.

“Of course, Colson. Anytime.”

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Colson tossed his phone onto the coffee table and put his arm under his head. “Are you gonna come down babe?”

I wanted to ask how he knew I was there, but instead I stood from my spot and made my way down the stairs. When I entered the living room, Colson just looked up at me for a moment, almost expectantly. I smiled down at him and laid on top of him with my head on his chest. The arm that was over the back of the couch wrapped around me and he gently kissed the top of my head.

“How much did you hear?” he asked.

“Just the last bit,” I admitted. “Something about a post you made.”

Colson hummed, his chest vibrating underneath my ear as he did. “I wanted to address the issue, and I knew you wouldn’t let me do it if you were awake.”

“I still don’t like that you did it now,” I said, half joking. “Can I see the post?”

He moved his head to look down at me. “How do I know you’re not going to delete the post?”

“You don’t,” I responded. “You’ll just have to trust me.”

He smiled and reached over to grab his phone from the coffee table. He opened it and pulled up a post he had made on Instagram: it was your usual white background with text post you saw celebrities make from time to time.

It read:

“I love my fans so much. You guys are my EST family, and I’m so proud of this family that we have built over the last few years. However, it came to my attention today that some of you have been less than nice to my girlfriend to a point where she felt the need to delete her social media accounts. I will admit, I was oblivious to this at first as I am not one to go onto other people’s social media to read comments and replies, and (Y/N) kept this to herself instead of telling me about it. But now that I do know, I have to say I am beyond pissed. (Y/N) is the most beautiful girl I have ever met, inside and out. She is not Megan, and honestly - with all respect to Megan - I’m glad that she’s not. I love Megan as a friend, but truly that’s all she is to me. (Y/N) is my soulmate, the love of my life. These comparisons and jabs at her because she isn’t my ex are absolutely disgusting, especially coming from people who claim they love me as much as you guys do. Please learn how to treat the people in my life with love and respect, or else take my face out of your profile pictures and my name out of your usernames/bios as you are not a true fan of mine. From the bottom of my heart, fuck you to anyone that made my girlfriend feel like shit.”

I scrolled down to see the comments and saw that the top one was from Megan, and was already liked by Colson.

“(Y/N) is not my competition, nor is she my enemy. She is my friend and she has been since before Colson and I were ever together. The fact that people feel the need to pit two women against one another just because they both dated the same person is absolutely appalling to me. I’d like to emphasis Colson’s statement - fuck you to whoever hurt my friend.”

I handed Colson his phone back, not wanting to read any more. I could feel a lump in my throat again, but this one was from happiness. I felt so lucky to have two amazing people in my corner during a time that was otherwise very trying for me.

“I’m sorry I never told you,” I said as I rested against his chest again.

“You shouldn’t be sorry, (Y/N). I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“You don’t have any reason to be sorry either. You can’t control your fans.”

“Then neither of us will be sorry.”

I chuckled at this. For a moment we were both silent, the only sound being Colson’s heart beating under my ear. It was a soothing sound, and combined with his fingers tracing over my back, I was almost lulled back to sleep.

“I love you,” he mumbled against my hair.

I lifted my head to look at him. “What?”

“I said I love you.”

I was speechless. It was the first time he had seriously said those words and he had managed to shock me into silence with them.

He looked at me, his face slowly becoming concerned with my silence.

“I love you, too,” I finally managed.

A smile broke out across Colson’s face as he wrapped his arms around me and held me tightly to him. For the rest of the night, he would whisper those three words to me randomly, and I would whisper back my response every time.