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[existence-is-a-pain87]

HIIII!!!

Idk if this is where you get your requests-

If it’s not, delete this and sorry!

Anyway! I wanna request for the Self-Aware Cosmo and Sprout! Or just one of the two! Maybe one or both could actually meet the reader?

I LOVE YOUR WRITING!!😭😭❤️

Guys I have so many requests now. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to have people want me to write more, but I'm a wee bit startled by all of this, lol.

So this one is gonna be a bit shorter, lol. (Don't worry I love fulfilling requests! Feel free to send in more!)

Anyways, here's a drabble on Sprout and Cosmo in the self-aware AU from They Hear You!

Friends You Never Knew

Yandere!Self-Aware!Sprout x Reader; Yandere!Self-Aware!Cosmo x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors

--☆☆☆☆☆--

Both were skeptical of you at first. Especially Sprout.

After all, hearing a player speak was completely new. Sure they could see the dialogs sent in the chat, but they never heard anyone's voice.

And when you played as Cosmo? Sprout was not happy.

But then you kept being so happy to play as Cosmo, occasionally rambling about how you'd like to bake with him and Sprout sometime.

So you baked? Hm... maybe you weren't that bad.

And you seemed to adore Cosmo. You called him 'a cutie of a cake roll' and made that poor Toon turn beet red when you weren't looking at his face.

Cosmo didn't know if he could trust you. Especially when Sprout was initially so skeptical. But... he heard how loving you are.

Is it surprising he was the first to warm up to you?

To love you?

--☆☆☆--

Sprout was surprised at how easily he gave in to the urge to love you.

It was so sudden. He was in his Twisted form, skeptical of you even as Cosmo insisted on going onto this floor to show you a medkit as you played a Scraps who was accidentally brought to one heart.

He just wanted to make sure Cosmo would be fine.

But then he heard you crying. Letting out choked sobs as you vented to Scraps about the struggles wearing down on you.

You weren't venting to him, he knew that.

But it sure felt like you were.

And it was in his nature to be nurturing, was it not?

He'd be nurturing to you, helping you grow and eventually be able to move past these struggles with ease.

And so he loved you.

He loved you so much.

--☆☆☆--

It didn't take the two too long to finally accept you were going to be a regular occurrence.

And it didn't take long for them to start to like you.

You playing became a regular occurance. You talking became a regular occurance.

And boy, did they listen.

They listened to every word you said.

And when Vee learned a strange amount of information about you and figured out how to go elsewhere on Roblox? To leave the app and see everything else you fuss about with? And when she told the other Mains?

Sprout was quick to tell Cosmo, and the two left the app.

And promptly read your search history.

They didn't know that wasn't a normal thing to do. If Vee was able to access your phone's microphone to hear and learn more about you, what's the harm in seeing the things you searched up?

They mostly focused on the recipes you searched up. And asked Vee what your favorite food was.

If Dandy was going to actually follow through on his plan...

They learnt how to make you favorite food. And your second favorite food. And your third. And they kept learning how to make foods you liked. Foods you loved.

The way to the heart is through the stomach, is it not?

Cosmo was worried you wouldn't like them. Sprout opted to disagree.

You already spoke of them highly. Why would you suddenly hate them?

You would never hate them, right?

They thought of you as their friends.

You were their friend, yes?

And they loved you.

So, of course, you loved them too!

They're the friends you never knew you had.

They love you.

<3

[christopherisfoive]

omgg hii 🐰🩵 can you please make one with Minho using prompts 19, 4, and 5? it would be highly appreciated, thank you!

Thank you so much for sending in this prompt request, angel! I absolutely loved writing this one—Minho + fake dating + a little jealousy? Yes, please 😮‍💨💅 Hope it makes your heart race just a bit 💗 Feel free to request again anytime~

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“Just act normal,” you mutter under your breath, looping your arm through Minho’s as you walk into the party.

He snorts. “You? Normal? Good luck with that.”

You elbow him. “You’re the one who agreed to this fake dating thing, remember?”

“Because you begged,” he says, smirking. “All clingy and desperate.”

You give him a sugar-sweet smile. “I said you’d get free drinks and an excuse to not talk to anyone.”

“Same thing.”

You roll your eyes as you both step into the packed living room. The plan was simple: fake date each other for a few events so you could get your friends off your back, and Minho could avoid the girl who kept trying to “accidentally” sit on his lap during game night.

Easy.

Until it wasn’t.

Because now you’re here, and someone is flirting with you, and Minho is watching from across the room with a stare so cold it could snap steel.

You excuse yourself quickly, walking straight over to him.

“Everything okay?” you ask casually.

“Peachy,” he says, biting into a chip like it wronged him.

You raise an eyebrow. “You look like you want to fight someone.”

“Just enjoying the view,” he replies, then glances down at your arm. “Though apparently anyone can enjoy it now.”

You blink. “Wait—are you actually mad?”

Minho shrugs, looking away. “Why would I be?”

You pause. “Excuse me?”

He turns back to you slowly, eyes darker now. “You heard me.”

“Minho,” you say, laughing nervously. “It’s fake. We’re fake.”

He steps closer, tone dipping somewhere between smug and serious. “You keep saying it’s fake, but then you act like I belong to you.”

Your heart lurches. “I do not.”

Minho arches a brow. “No? Because earlier, when that guy was talking to you, you looked at me like you expected me to do something about it.”

You frown. “Because you looked like you were going to murder him with a napkin.”

He leans in, close enough that your breath catches. “You didn’t stop me though. Kind of looked like you wanted me to lose it. Like you wanted your boyfriend to put someone in their place.”

Your heart skips. “Boyfriend?”

His voice is low, deliberate. “Yeah. You’re mine.”

Silence.

Then you murmur, barely above a whisper, “Did you just call me yours?”

You suck in a breath.

“I—no. You—”

“You didn’t deny it,” he says, and his lips twitch like he’s already won.

“You didn’t either,” you shoot back, trying to sound smug but failing miserably because your voice wobbles.

He tilts his head, studying you. “So what now?”

You swallow. “I don’t know.”

He smirks. “Wanna find out?”

And just like that, fake becomes real—with a kiss you never saw coming, and a look in his eyes that says maybe it was never fake at all.

You should’ve pulled away. You didn’t.

And now his lips are still ghosting over yours. His hand lingers at your waist. Your fingers are knotted in his hoodie like you forgot how to let go.

“I think that counts as breaking the fake dating contract,” you mumble, dazed.

“Cool. Sue me,” Minho says, not moving an inch.

You finally blink up at him. “So, what does this mean?”

He raises an eyebrow. “You’re the one who kissed me.”

“You kissed me back.”

“You started it.”

“You didn’t stop it.”

“I didn’t want to.”

That shuts you up.

Minho’s eyes soften, just barely. “Look, if you’re freaking out, just say it. But don’t pretend this didn’t mean anything.”

You’re still grasping at words when his voice drops.

“I don’t want to fake it anymore.”

Silence. Then—

“Oh my god,” you groan, covering your face. “Why did you have to make it serious?”

Minho shrugs. “Because you’re annoying and hot and now I want to kiss you all the time. Happy?”

You peek through your fingers. “Kind of.”

He grins. “So you do like me.”

“I tolerate you. Barely.”

“Mmhm. Say it again, but this time without the smile.”

You smack his arm.

He catches your hand—and this time, he doesn’t let go.

It’s only been a few days since you and Minho stopped pretending—and somehow, that made everything worse.

Not in the bad way. In the hyper-aware, flustered every five seconds way.

You’d thought the fake dating version of Minho was intense. But the real one? The one who whispered things at your neck when no one was looking, who gripped your waist like someone might steal you if he didn’t?

He was lethal.

So when another guy from class leans a little too close to you at a campus event, Minho’s at your side in less than five seconds.

“Hey,” the guy says, glancing at Minho, then back at you. “Didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

You open your mouth, but Minho speaks first.

“She is.”

His voice is calm. Flat. Deadly.

The guy blinks. “Right. Cool. My bad.”

He backs off.

Minho doesn’t move. He’s still looking at you like the guy had tried to touch you.

You raise an eyebrow. “Possessive much?”

He shrugs. “Didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

You snort. “He was asking if I wanted a cookie.”

“He was asking if he could be your cookie.”

You laugh, then lean in. “You jealous?”

He doesn’t even hesitate. “Yeah.”

You blink. “Seriously?”

“Dead serious.”

You’re still reeling when he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you against him.

Then he murmurs against your temple, “Next time, I’m kissing you first. Just so there’s no confusion.”

Your pulse spikes.

You try to sound unimpressed. “So dramatic.”

Minho smirks. “And you love it.”

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[nikamuhlsrealwife777]

WHEN SHE SMILES - A.H.

WARNING : mention of knives...almost stabbing...yeah...

of and language!

anways...enjoyyy. If you want more, this is the first chapter of a book i'm writing on Wattpad. Go follow me on there, I have like 20 something (all unfinished as of rn) books. Nika Muhl, Paige Bueckers, Juju Watkins, Kk Arnold, Avery Howell...and maybe a couple more I can't think of rn.

but yeah...

The bustling setting wasn't new for Phoebe. She enjoyed the feeling of being in big, crowded places. It was a way for her to disguise herself. Her dark brown hair, large hazel eyes, and tall frame always molded her into the crowd. She wasn't eye catching with what she wore, her eyes were never meeting another's gaze, her smile never showing to anyone she felt didn't deserve it.

In this day in age, no one did.

Or at least that's what she told herself. People nowadays only ever saw things for themselves, not on how an action could effect others. How everything could easily come crashing down with one wrong move, one wrong word, one wrong anything.

Phoebe was a pessimist. She didn't fight that title; she wore it on her chest. In her mind, optimist just didn't see the world for what it truly was. They we're the most unhappy in the dreadful world we did live in.

But, Phoebe couldn't lie, a sports event was a place she could see herself being optimistic. It was different. The thrill of the game, the competitiveness, the work players put into their craft to fight for a win; it was something that made her happy.

Which, explains her reasoning behind working at the universities football concession stand. She could come to the games for free, make money, and people watch as fans cheered for the team they thought was the most deserving. She enjoyed her job, this being the second year she's done it. Football games, basketball, baseball; you name it, she's worked it.

"You think USC is gonna win?" Blue face paint, yellow glitter twinkled under the large lights of the field.

Phoebe nods, her eyes not meeting the man's. A smile never gracing her lips. "Of course I do."

She handed the man his Coke, his hand brushing against her's. He wasn't worth her time.

"Why doesn't a pretty girl like you smile?" Phoebe cringed at the words. A question she despised. The one that had her crawling under her skin. The one that made Phoebe wanna vomit her last meal on the men who let the words leave their mouth.

"I don't want too," a simple response, she was done with him. She wanted to get rid of his presence quickly.

"One smile," he leaned against the counter, his hand reaching for Phoebe's. She was just out of reach.

"I'm good."

"Oh come on," She could feel her skin tightening at the pain she felt as every word that left the man's mouth was sickening. "One smile and I'll leave."

"I said I'm good," Phoebe held her ground. She never backed down, she didn't like feeling weak.

"Oh, baby, co-"

"Alright dude," a woman's voice cut the gravely sounding man's voice. "There's a line."

The bun on the head, the USC colored sweats and USC basketball shirt; Juju Watkins had stepped in. Not saving the day, but getting rid of the annoying man in seconds.

The man lifted his hands in surrender, sending a wink in the quiet brunette's direction. A small 'talk to you later' mouthed as she refused to look at him.

The world seemed to come back into view, the small line had become longer within seconds. The women's basketball team being the first ones there.

"What can I get for you?" Her voice sweet, not fake. She'd had interactions with Juju before. The star being humble, put together, down to earth; not what she had expected from someone with her stardom.

"Just a water please," Phoebe nodded to her request. Grabbing a bottle, sitting it on the counter; deciding to herself that she wasn't gonna make her pay.

"Here you go," She saw Juju as genuine, allowing her eyes to meet hers. Juju held a soft smile on her face, one Phoebe couldn't quite match.

"How much?"

"On the house," Phoebe pulled out her wallet, pulling out the dollar bill before using it to pay for the drink.

"You didn't have to," Phoebe simply just shook her head, not allowing the girl to speak.

"I want to," she moved her head enough to look over her shoulder. "Next!"

The whole team had their own orders. Some got drinks and something small, others decided to order almost the whole stand. Phoebe didn't care. This was the thing she loved about this job; it kept her busy, out of her own mind. The mind that spiraled over the smallest things. The mind she would easily change with someone else if she could, no matter what was wrong with the next one.

"Hey," the voice was quiet, not a voice Phoebe had heard before. She looked up slowly from the small notepad in her hand.

"Can I just have a water please?" The blonde's voice was interesting to the quiet girl. She didn't know why, but she couldn't help but be drawn by it.

"Sure," she pulled one out of the small fridge, placing it on the counter. Just as she had the previous orders. "That's one dollar."

"Damn," the girl pulled out a five, handing it to her, "Juju's fame really get her all the free stuff around here?"

"That's not why I did it," her voice was monotone, making it hard for the other girl to pinpoint what button she had exactly pushed.

"Then why did you." The blonde asked too many questions.

"What's your name?" The question got a couple laughs from the blonde's teammates, Phoebe didn't care about that. She watched as the girl's eyebrows lifted, a surprised look in her eyes she could imagine.

"Avery. Most people call me the best player on the USC's women's basketball team," the smirk in her voice was evident, but Phoebe's eyes stayed glued to the small space between her eyebrows.

Something she learned look like she was making eye contact with someone, giving her a slight advantage in making someone uncomfortable if she wanted to.

"Never heard of you," she stuck her hand out, "one dollar please."

The team burst out in snorts and cackles. Phoebe biting back a laugh.

"Ouch!" Avery played along. Her hand coming up to cover her mouth, pretending to be fake hurt, "you can go a little easier on me, ya know."

"I don't know. Plus," she turned around, rolling her eyes at the blonde before her, "all I need to do right now is get you moving. There's a line behind you."

She watched as Avery's cheeks flushed, looking back quickly. The movement allowed Phoebe to take the girl in; her curly blonde hair thrown up in a high ponytail, the gray compression shirt tight against her torso, her deep red sweats hanging just low enough for the girls boxer to be seen.

Phoebe looked away. Trying to stop her face from showing the possible thoughts in her head.

The blonde's head turned back around, her eyes meet with a looking down brunette. The top of her head was all she could see. The hazel eyes gone.

"Sorry, I'll move," Phoebe just nodded. She didn't wanna look at the girl anymore, she didn't need to.

The team's laughter faded, the squad moving back to the stands to find their places. Phoebe spent her time checking out the next customers. The game ending as she suspected. USC for the win.

She people watched as the crowd flooded back to the parking lot. The sea of red, yellow, and blue mixed as the stadium cleared out. Phoebe stayed, quiet and gaining some control over her body. Her hands began moving, closing down the small shack.

"Oh pretty," the gravely voice made her jump. The roughness was something she hated about deeper voices.

She didn't respond.

"Ohhh prettyyy," she cringed, hearing him move closer to the shack. She moved faster, the knot in her stomach becoming unbearable.

She continued to work, trying to make things quicker, thinking of an escape plan; but she felt as her brain was fried. It wasn't capable for working under stress, under a time of need. She'd been telling herself for years she'd be able to.

Now her she was.

"Oh come, respond to me, beautiful," a click followed. She panicked. She didn't know what the noise came from, and she didn't wanna find out. So, she ran.

The cheap ass cologne of the man stung her nostrils, the smell wafted up her nose as he attempted to grab hold of her, "Don't run!"

She sprinted, hoping to run into the a group, a person, anyone. Phoebe picked up her pace, her lack of stamina catching up to her, just as the man was.

She felt doomed. She felt stupid. Phoebe lived a pessimistic life to save herself from disappointment. But here she was, losing this battle to a strange man that wanted to kill her.

She pushed harder, trying to make it to the crowd. But she didn't have it in her. She couldn't even call someone's name out, hoping for them to hear her and save her.

The man's body collide with hers, their bodies crashing to the ground. His weight crushing her, his hand holding the blade at her side.

"I told you not to run you little bitch!" His words cut deeper than his knife ever could. She fucked up. Not just in the moment, but what she called her life.

She didn't respond, too out of breath and no fight left in her.

"What are you gonna do now, huh, fucking bitch!' his hands shoveled through her hair, grasping it between his fingers, pulling it back. The sting brought tears to her eyes, the sharp blade resting just above her neck.

"Do something now, pretty. What ya gonna do, huh? You little bi-"

"Get the fuck off of her!" His body pushed off of her, her lungs catching some air as multiple pairs of hands worked their way into helping her up.

Juju; the first face Phoebe's eyes meet. Worry washed over the girl's eyes, Phoebe's held nothing.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, you piece of shit!" That voice. That voice that has Phoebe drawn to it in ways she couldn't explain. That voice that belonged to the girl she couldn't stand yet couldn't look away from.

"Avery-"

"Shut up, Kiki! This piece of shit never deserves to see the light of day again!"

"Avery!" Juju's voice broke through the tension. Even Phoebe broke out of her trance to focus on the girl. "Calm the fuck down. Go call the cops. Ken, Domi; get her somewhere safe."

The two girls nodded, gently moving Phoebe to a secluded spot. Phoebe couldn't speak. She didn't think words knew how to describe the way she was thinking.

"Shit," Domi, a girl everyone knew. Either from her vlogs or her sportsmanship on the court, you knew her. Phoebe definitely knew her. "He cut you a little bit."

"Where?" The girl Phoebe assumed was Ken, another freshman she could predict. "Looks like a little scratch."

Domi turned towards the girl, rolling her eyes before meeting Phoebe. She wasn't worried about eye contact in the moment. It seemed so insignificant. It was. She needed to be worried about her, her life, where she was going. Not whether or not she should smile, whether or not she should make eye contact with somebody.

Sirens sounded, the cops quicker than Phoebe would have ever expected. The arrest was quick, the questions were not.

The repeating of her story, the reliving of the event that just took place. It was too much. She wanted to break down. She wanted to cry, something she hadn't done in the longest time.

"Well," the cop, who's name Phoebe would never be able to remember. "He's definitely going to be locked up for awhile."

"How long?" The blonde's voice snaked through the group, Phoebe's eyes falling on her. For the first time, Phoebe met Avery's eyes. The baby blues meeting her tragic hazels.

"It's hard to tell," he looked back to the car, red and blue lights flashed, "since this would be considered attempted murder, it might not be too long."

"Are you serious?" The harshness to her voice reminded Phoebe of his. The words coming out in a way that was deadly in itself.

"Yes. But due to the fact we did find drugs on him, and a faint smell of alcohol on his breath," his words didn't compute in her head, nothing was, "we can get him for a couple of other things to. Still not going to lock him up for life, but long enough."

Avery scoffed, Phoebe stood frozen.

"What about her?" Juju pointed towards the frozen girl. No one knew what to do with her.

"I would keep a watch on her. Traumatic events can cause a lot of problems. Just," he clicked his tounge, "make sure she's okay."

The team nodded. No one knew her personally, Juju being the one with a somewhat relationship.

"We'll keep you guys updated," he nods, "in the mean time, we're going to take him back to the station. Get the case started."

Then they were off. Phoebe stayed out of it. The team walking her to the dorms. The girl wouldn't speak, telling them where she lived. So, she got stuck staying in the teams dorm room.

"She'll share the room with me. I'm the only one with the open bed," Juju's voice quiet, an arm loosely around Phoebe's waist, guiding her through the building.

The team didn't fight it.

The two were in the room alone, night fallen quicker that day than others. The silence was loud, Phoebe liked it. It was better than the questions. The nonsense that seemed to roll off everyone's tongues. It was relaxing.

"If you need anything, let me know, okay?" The worried girl looked at Phoebe. Phoebe didn't look back. At least not until the girl had looked away, turning off the light, leaving them in darkness.

Phoebe didn't sleep, she couldn't.

[0-memento-mori-0]

So how come I haven’t seen anybody talking about Wade fixing Logan’s ruined X-Man Uniform after the movie ??

Come on, he talks about how important that suit was to him as his only reminder of his friends, and the sleeves are ruined, the top is ripped off, and it’s covered in blood by the end of the movie. BUT, who had an entire montage of making his iconic suit and fine tuning it in the first movie ? Who knows how to sew, fix, and make a super suit actually DECENTLY and knows to remove blood stains with seltzer water and lemon??

What I’m saying is, Logan being scared Wade will ruin what tiny scraps he has left of that suit when Wade offers to fix it, and he actually fixes it perfectly, complete with the iconic sleeveless version because “those guns need to be free to breathe for the good of the world, we just saved it, I’m not covering those and risking it all again”

Play with that as you please

[francesderwent]

so for the purposes of this discussion I’m going to assume that we all agree that it’s not a desirable state of affairs to be sexually intimate with a whole bunch of people just for fun. I know not everybody agrees with that *gestures vaguely to the sexual revolution and the hookup culture*, but if I have to prove that first then that’s going to take forever and I don’t think it’s what we’re talking about anyway.

we’re going to assume that our interlocutor believes sex and love do have something to do with each other, and wants to know why we shouldn’t treat sex the way that most television shows these days treat sex: like kissing on the lips. you’re in love with your boyfriend so you kiss him on the lips. and then you might break up, and fall in love again and kiss a new boyfriend on the lips. in certain circumstances you might kiss someone on the lips who isn’t your boyfriend, like if they save your life or you go through a bonding experience together or something. and eventually you get married to someone and you only kiss that guy on the lips from then on, but you have kissed a few other guys before and it’s not a big deal or a scandal at all. why, is the question, can’t we treat sex exactly the same?

so, point one is: because the whole physical world is infused with symbolic meaning, the human body speaks a language of its own. we don’t assign meanings to the “words”, they’re inherent and universal. you can’t twist bodily actions to mean whatever you want them to mean, they’re going to go on saying what they really mean whether you want them to or not. a slap does not mean love; its violence is not and cannot be loving. a kiss does not mean hatred; Judas betraying Jesus with a kiss adds an extra layer of hurt to his deception.

point two: in order to exist happily and healthily in the world, we need to speak the truth with our bodies, and not try to twist the language of the body into saying something it isn’t. when we lie with the body, the whole real world we live in resists us. we’re trying to impose our own meaning by our own will onto something that already has its own meaning, given it by God, and quite frankly, God’s meaning is stronger and it’s gonna win. think of this as living in a state of denial—even if you can stay in your denial for a little while, eventually, reality will have its say, it will make itself felt. more on this later.

point three: sex, as a word in the language of the body, is saying something other than just “I feel love for you”—i.e. it is saying something different than a kiss. how do we know this? first of all, sex causes bonding on a chemical level in a way that kissing absolutely does not! secondly, sex creates children—and therefore exists on a very different level than kissing! both of these differences point to this: kissing as a “word” speaks about love as desire, when it says “I feel love for you” it’s mostly saying “I want you”. sex as a word speaks something more, it says something in itself about a commitment which is forever. what sex is saying is “I give all of myself to you and I receive all of you in return, we belong to each other forever”.

point four: the only circumstances in which sex can be spoken truly is marriage. sex speaks in the body the same total commitment that is made in the marriage vows, reiterating and confirming the mutual gift that has already been given.

this is sort of where it gets tricky (and where I think TOB speakers often fail their listeners), because when you’re dating somebody, if you’re not being disingenuous and stringing them along until you find something better, you do hope that you’ll be together forever. and so the more you fall in love with someone, the more you naturally (and appropriately, I’d say!) want to have sex with them, because you want to be able to express your longing for that forever. you don’t intend to lie with your body! you want to say what sex says and make it true in the saying of it!

I think the usual Christian response is to say “ah yes, but that forever isn’t yet promised or guaranteed, so you don’t know if it’s ever going to come”. and as much as the person currently head-over-heels in love doesn’t want to hear it, unfortunately it is very real. for every Jack who meets his first serious girlfriend in college, has sex with her because he really wants them to be together forever, and then marries her six years later having had sex with no one but her, there’s just as many (if not more) Jill’s who meets her first serious boyfriend in high school, has sex with him because she really wants them to be together forever, then is blindsided by a breakup and goes on to repeat the pattern with several more boyfriends before she finally finds the “one”. it’s a tragically common story, so common that the trauma of it is becoming harder to recognize. but it causes severe emotional and psychological harm, to give all of yourself to a person hoping for the gift to be received, only to have your whole self be rejected, or trivialized, or used and discarded. it takes tremendous courage for Jill to pick herself up and believe in love again, and often she’s disappointed over and over again. even when the “one” does appear and the gift is finally received completely in marriage, the scars don’t fade completely. I think a lot of people who get their happy ending end up experiencing that phenomenon of psychological backdraft, all their old sexual traumas bubbling up again now that they finally have a healthy sexual experience to know how it should have been. they then have to spend the honeymoon years of their marriage healing from everything that came before. so the usual Christian guidance is “you don’t want to go into marriage with all that baggage, so better to wait just to make sure”.

and while I do think avoiding trauma is generally a good idea, I think this is a little bit of a cop-out. for one thing, it kind of seems to be saying “don’t have sex with your significant other, because you don’t really know if they’re telling the truth about wanting to marry you”—that is, it’s encouraging you to not trust your partner. sure (she said sarcastically), that sounds healthy!! there has to be a better, more loving reason not to have sex with a significant other before marriage. and it’s this: if the Church’s teaching about sex and marriage are really true, then it is just as wrong for Jack to have sex with his girlfriend before marriage as it is for Jill to have sex with her boyfriend—Jack’s eventual marriage to his girlfriend doesn’t retroactively validate every instance of premarital sex! and if Jack having sex with his girlfriend before they got married is wrong, then what we’re saying is it must be hurting them. even though their love story ended happily! even though they did end up giving and receiving the gift of self completely! getting things “out of order” is hurting them and making them unhappy. this is the burden of proof, and it’s much harder than proving Jill’s sexual history is hurting her. and yet if we believe Church teaching, it must be true!

so we return at last to my above point two—in order to exist happily and healthily in the world, we need to speak the truth with our bodies, and not try to twist the language of the body into saying something it isn’t. and here’s the kicker: we are not God. we cannot make a thing so just by saying it. so no matter how understandable it is to try to create a relationship that will last forever by speaking forever with our bodies, it simply does not work that way. when the word is spoken out of the context which makes it true (i.e. when you have sex outside of marriage), it does not and cannot bring that whole context into being—it doesn’t create a vow of fidelity, it doesn’t create a shared life, it doesn’t create a public commitment. someone can have sex with you and then break up with you, someone can have sex with you and then get in their car and go home leaving you there by yourself to sleep alone, someone can have sex with you and then pretend you don’t exist. the sex, on its own, doesn’t create a slippery slope that leads swiftly and inevitably to marriage. it just creates tension between the life you actually have, unmarried, and the unreal life you’re pretending you have in sleeping with one another. it makes all those parts of yourselves that you haven’t shared stand out more strongly, making you feel every little separation as a wound. and instead of creating a sense of peace and security, it leads to a kind of desperate grasping feeling—“we’re acting like us being together forever is a done deal, but it’s not a done deal, it’s not set in stone, so what can I do to make it work, how can I control this, how can I make him want me enough to stay?” even if in the end Jack proposes, the foundation of the relationship has been damaged. it can be healed, and rebuilt! but it is not good for a relationship to develop under that kind of strain. not good, and not necessary.

what’s the alternative? when you wait to have sex until marriage, your dating years with a partner can be years of expectantly looking forward in hope, while also living in the moment. you are not married yet—so your relationship is not set in stone, you’re still deciding what kind of relationship you want to have together, which means it can still get better and better as you build it. talk a LOT! talk about everything! talk about your pasts, talk about your dreams for the future! work out your issues in the present instead of covering them over with physical affection! because you’re not burdened by the anxious desperation to turn a lie into the truth, you will be able to see more clearly what the strengths and the weaknesses of the relationship really are, which allows you to address your weaknesses and work on them! and because you’re not pretending like you’re already totally committed, the prospect of actually making a total commitment will be more and more attractive. when you’re not trying to act like you’re married already, it’s so much easier to have open conversations about the future you want together, and easier to know when it’s time right now to take steps to get there. and that’s exciting! it’s fun to have stuff to look forward to, it’s fun to make plans together!

it’s not a better way because there’s less collateral damage, because you’re hedging your bets playing it safe just in case something goes wrong. it’s a better way because it’s all about letting love develop in its own time, according to its own internal laws. I’m not gonna say “guard your heart”, as if your significant other was an enemy at the gates. instead, “guard your relationship”, because it’s worth protecting, worth giving every chance to be as happy as it can be.

[bbuzz28]

Memories

Old man Fiddlestan, my beloved-and what's this? It could be semi-canon compliant :O ?!?! Woof- this is one of the saddest things I have ever written. I know some of you gremlins (affectionate) love that sort of thing, but I don't. I like really really don't. This is my comfort ship, so I don't even know where this came from other than trying to figure out how they *could* work in canon. Truthfully though, I prefer my Fiddlestan heavy on the comfort when it comes to the "hurt/comfort" genre. This is my only “angsty” (i.e. no immediate happy ending) Notes-app fics, so don't get used to this level of sad from me lol.

“Stan?” an oddly familiar voice called. Mr. Mystery, Stan Pines, glanced up from the flyers he was organizing and found that Old Man McGucket stood in the doorway of his front door. The last tour of the day had just left, it was dinnertime, and he was exhausted. Stan rolled his eyes as he unfurled his tie, wishing Soos was still there to escort the crazy old man off his property. No matter what he did, the old hillbilly always managed to find his way back to the Shack. “Sweet Moses McSuckit, what are you doing in here? Shoo, scat, or whateva will get rid of ya.” Hearing no movement, he looked at the man again and found he was standing erect. His blue eyes were the clearest he had seen them in no less than a decade.

          Wait, what did he call- oh. Oh no.

“Stan…ley? Did I…did I do somethin’ wrong?” the other man asked, his hands twisted in knots in front of him. Memories flashed through Stan’s mind; Ford falling through the portal, Fiddleford finding him passed out in the lab, working together to bring Ford home again…being together. Being happy. They had been happy, if just for a little while, hadn’t they?

Then there was the cult, and his discovery of the damn memory gun that had finally ruined everything they ever built. He took a hesitant step forward, a thousand thoughts roaring in his mind at once. “Fidds? Wha-what do you remember?” A bandaged hand snaked up and rubbed over the faded scar on the side of his head “I…don’t rightly know. Did we…I think we had a fight? I just woke up in the…in the dump. N’ I don’t have any shoes. Do ya know why my arm is in a cast?” Fiddleford looked so lost.

Stan knew in his heart that all of this was fleeting- “clarity” would hit Fiddleford every few years after he had finally wiped his mind of himself. Almost like his brain was trying to jumpstart itself back together. The first time they thought it was a miracle but…it didn’t last. It just started a trend that would follow them both for the next almost thirty years. Fiddleford would seemingly “wake up” and be lucid for a few weeks in the beginning, then eventually only a matter of days. It had been so long since the last time that Stan would wager, they only had maybe a few hours together if he was lucky.

The last time Fiddleford was himself…they had fought. Stanley thought he had figured the only way Fiddleford could stay; he needed to remember. Remember everything he had ever forgotten. At the time, Fiddleford had been unwilling to try. He didn’t think he could handle it; he knew he had forgotten what he had for a reason.

Stanley had gotten as close to begging as he ever had in his life since surviving Tijuanna, and when it had no effect…Stanley had told Fiddleford to leave and never come back. He had left that night, and by the next day he had faded away again. After a while, Stan thought his last words had been the final nail in the coffin that was Fiddleford’s mind. He carried that weight along with every other mistake he had ever made. But here he was. Fiddleford. His Fiddleford.

He took a deep breath before he opened his arms up. “Hey, don’t worry, it doesn’t matter. I’m right here.” Fiddleford rushed through the doorway, melting into Stanley’s open arms. “I went away again, didn’t I?” Stan could feel Fiddleford’s tears soaking into his chest, his own whispering at the edges of his eyes. Yes, and you will leave again. You will leave me and I will be alone all over again, you fucking asshole. “Hey cowboy, didn’t I just say not t’ worry about any a’ that? You’re here now, n' that’s what matters. You’re…you’re home.” A haggard laugh vibrated through the smaller man’s chest into Stanley’s own. “I know I keep tellin’ ya, tellin’ me not t’ worry is like” “…tellin’ a fish t’ stop swimmin’; I know Fidds, I know.” Fuck was really the only conscious thought that went through his head as he held his one-time lover. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, again.

Fiddleford looked up, eyes wide and searching Stan’s face. “How long do ya think we have?” Stan shook his head, unwilling to lie even if it eventually wouldn’t matter because he wouldn’t remember. You’ve always been the only person I couldn’t lie to. “I dunno, it’s been…a while. Probably not very long.” Fiddleford closed his eyes before he said “I need ya t’ know somethin’, Stanley.” Stan started to shake his head. “Fidds, you don’t have t-” The look on the other man’s face shut Stan right up-he had always had that ability. Stan wished he didn’t miss it as much as he did. “I need ya to know that even when I’m not here…I miss you. The part of me that’s somewhere in here-” A weathered hand tapped the side of his head to emphasize his point “ misses you. I’m just so sorry, Stanley. Sorry that I’m a coward. I’m sorry that I’m not strong enough to be here all the time…but I’ll never stop tryin’. I’ll always try n’ come home to ya.”

Stan thought of the thousands of times he had chased Old Man McGucket, the neat little character that Stan had to compartmentalize his Fiddleford into when he wasn’t himself, out of the Shack. How many times he had found him curled up like a cat on the back porch. How every time they “met”, McGucket would say how nice Stan was or how good he felt to be around him “for some reason.” How many odds and ends McGucket would gift Stan from the dump for exhibits at the Mystery Shack with a large smile and nothing substantial behind his eyes.

It would be so much easier if he would stop trying to come back. Maybe the hole in Stan’s heart the size of the sweet, certifiably insane man would scab over. How many times had Stanley mourned him? How many times was he willing to hurt himself? They were now nearing their sixties, how long was he really willing to do this song and dance?

What’s one more time? he softly thought, his hand coming up to tenderly cup the grizzled face of Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. Mad scientist, friend, and unfortunately for them both…the love of his life.

“I miss you too, Fidds.”

[misfithive]

I am so serious I need a Wilmon carnival/ fair/amusement park/boardwalk fic so badly. if someone writes this i will love you forever. HEAR ME OUT: Simon and Wilhelm are having a To All The Boys I've Loved Before movie marathon and see where Lara Jean and Peter go to the carnival. Wille admits that he has never been to a Carnival and has never been on any of these rides. There are tons of security risks and he just never really got to do things like this as a child etc. Simon decides this is totally unacceptable and he has tons of memories of going to the park when he was a kid, it was some of his happier memories before things went downhill with their dad. Since the park is open at night they decide they are going to sneak off and go. They wear hats and hoodies etc and no one really pays attention to them in the dark. They get to ride all the rides and just be free and fun and be kids. Simon loves the adrenaline and convinces Wille to go on the big rides. He promises to hold Wille's hand the whole time and comfort him when it gets scary. Wille gets on the rides even though he is scared because he loves how happy and free Simon looks every time.

They play all the games and playfully compete against eachother to see who is the best at the different games. But whenever they win they give the prize to the other person. Simon wins Wille a frog stuffed animal with a little crown. They try the different fair foods (here it's like funnel cake and tons of fried food like fried oreos, fried twinkies, fried pickles, some states even have fried butter (yuck but it would be funny lol)) PHOTO BOOth!!!! They get on the ferris wheel and it gets stuck at the top. They kiss as the fireworks start. Pure fluff. THE MATERIAL IS ALL HERE. (please)

wilmon ferris wheel kiss

[saltynsassy31]

*drags myself through the floor and slams this down*

I present to you

FULLMETAL BARTENDERS AVIAN AU

Divine Nugget Au

(Rant as to why I chose the White-throated Needletail as Blurr's bird and some minor AU lore under the cut)

And that's not all! It comes with a FULL FLEDGED COMIC!!!!!

I spent a whole fucking week on this

I haven't done a comic in 4 years now, I can't believe this is my come-back XD. Though, on that note, know that I probably won't be pumping out any more comics - not any time soon, at least. But I do got more stuff planned for this au! If you ask about it, I'll 100% rant about it LOL

Tw// ⚠️mild gore in the 3rd panel⚠️

While exploring the woods with his team, Swerve had an unfortunate encounter with a crazed hunter. In an attempt to escape, he got injured, but it seems he wasn't the only one caught in the crossfire...

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Okay

So when you look up what the fastest bird in the world is, Google with show the Peregrin Falcom

But there's a catch

The Peregrine is only fast when diving

When it dives to catch its prey, it can go up to 389km/h

Which yeah, pretty fast

But when casually flying, it only goes up to 120 iirc

The Needle Tail?

It can go up to 170km/h

Some have even recorded going over 300! (Close to the Falcon's dive, I believe)

Additionally, these birds only fly. Their habitat is literally listed as "the air," and some even believe they sleep while flying! They only ever land to brood and mate, and then they're off again. Their legs are so short that, if they ground, they can't fly again because it doesn't give enough room to flap their wings.

It fits Blurr perfectly!

It also has a blue-ish colour pattern I can work with lol (it's green, but it looks blue, lol)

Though, also, he isn't 100% like the Needle Tail, just based off of it. I still want avians to be sorta their own species and doesn't have to be exactly like their bird counterparts cuz they aren't them, they're their own thing.

That said, Blurr is one of the shortest from Avians population, still.

They're pretty big.

Another trivial detail of the design!

I was stuck between having his arms be his wings or have them be separate

Until I saw a drawing where they had both, and I realised, "Wait, why isn't that done more often! That's so cool!"

So that's sorta what I did

It's mainly to catch small prey when grounded and to stay better perched up on trees since they're much bigger and having extra fingers helps a lot. Or when they're climbing against a tree to pick up fruits, it gives them an extra boost and can better hang from it

But they're pretty much useless besides that lol

Just neat lil design choice

Other lore stuff. The time in which the au takes place is vaguely modern? But with fantasy aspects? I still haven't decided lol

Technology exists, but not in the way we have it sort of deal, idk, this au is pretty bare bones right now, so go wild with it XD I don't mind it, I love brainstorming it with people. I know this au isn't as big or complex as some others out there, but it's fun, and I hope yall like it too fjsjajaj

[some-stars]

for every pairing i've shipped since 2013, i've come up with an ASMR AU, and now it's poolverine's turn! so, mundane AU probably (it would still work if they had powers but it would have to not have the social context of mutants in the marvel universe), and wade is an ASMRtist who doesn't show his face and wears long sleeves and gloves, and his main thing is talking/whispering while doing hand motions or "touching" the camera, but all of his videos are funny and usually extremely weird. like some of them are roleplays and some of them are just him but they all have the vibe of that ASMRtist who made the roleplay where she's a nun caring for you as you die of the plague. he has a fairly small but devoted following and makes like $50k a year on patreon.

meanwhile i haven't completely figured out logan's situation in this AU but someone--probably the AU version of one of his many teenage daughters--sends him a link to a different, more conventional ASMR video because he sees them watching one and asks what it is. and he watches about two minutes of this video where a pretty girl in her early 20s pretends to gently take care of him and whisper in his ear and gets so incredibly squicked, and he's about to close the window when one of the thumbnails in the sidebar catches his eye and he clicks on it and it's wade's channel.

and for some reason he can't understand, this guy is so soothing to him--he's not looking at logan, which helps a lot, and he's unexpectedly funny and weird and the way his hands move actually gives logan tingles, which he'd started to think was just something people made up to excuse their weird fetish. so logan subscribes, and watches every video, and starts commenting, and eventually joins the patreon, and of course wade on his end is totally falling for this guy who he only knows thru his comments (and then his extremely taciturn presence on wade's patreon discord), and of course it all proceeds from there in ways you can probably predict but are no less delightful for that.

[hollis-art]

is it ok if i use ur art as a lockscreen?? LOVE UR WORK

absolutely, go for it!!!

this goes for lockscreens/backgrounds and personal prints of my art too!

as long as it's for personal use and it's not being publicly displayed anywhere or being used to create a profit, then i'm cool with it!!!

[kakusu-shipping]

The Rising Volt Tacklers as Caregivers

(this post is specifically about the adults, if you wanna know my hcs for Liko, Roy, and Dot or any of the Pokemon of the crew as CGs or Regressors feel free to ask)

Friede is a very adaptable Caregiver. Whatever kind of little you are, he can match. He's best when winging it, so not much for schedules. He's surprisingly a big stickler for rules, like no baby on the top deck unsupervised, because those kinds of things are there to keep you Safe. When not with the little he's a massive worry wort, you're constantly on his mind even when left with someone else. He's just concerned you're not having a good time. Sensitive babies make him anxious, he desperately wants to avoid making them cry but.. He can be a lot.

Murdock loves a little he can hold on his hip. He loves to cook with and for littles, watch them eat, clean them up if they make a mess. He'll experiment and try all sorts of things for you if you're a picky eater, anything for his baby. This man has baby fever like you wouldn't believe. Ten THOUSAND photos of his baby on his rotom phone, at least. He's who Friede goes to if he makes the baby cry on accident, because he is a master of stopping water works. He's the best there is. I think the only kind of little he'd struggle with is someone who's grumpy or fussy no matter what, mostly because he'd take it very personally and be very broken up about it, worried about being a bad caregiver. He'd go crazy trying to become the perfect CG.

Orla doesn't really know the Dos and Don'ts of babycare. What do you MEAN a baby can't held disassemble an alarm clock? That's what she was doing as a kid! You have to be a very specific kind of little to find Orla's baby activities entertaining, as she completely does her own thing with you along for the ride. Like Murdock she can very easily pick you up, at least, though she's less on her hip and more a piggy back kind of gal. You're at high risk of boo-boos running around with Orla, luckly she always carry's bandages and gives the BEST healing kisses.

Mollie seems like the type who's really awkward around kids under a certain age. She's not a baby person, she does not want to hold the baby she does not want to baby talk the baby, she thinks they're kinda yucky and a pain, no offense. She does better with older kids she could have a conversation with, but even then she's entirely too polite and might snap someone out of littlespace by talking to them like an adult. The ONLY time she's good with a little is when they've regressed while sick. She's a doctor and she takes that role very seriously, so if you need to be baby talked into taking medicine, or blown raspberries while she's taking your temperature, she'll do it, and you might even catch a little genuine smile on her face while she does.

Ludlow is a very go with the flow kind of CG. He does best with a stationary little, a baby having tummy time or someone so sleepy they just can't seem to move. He tells stories in a very soothing voice, and offers the best hugs and comfort on the ship. Though again, he's really only good with a baby willing to sit and stay with him. If you were to get up and start waddling away, he'd follow until the two of you come across someone to take over for him and return to his fishing spot. He also could easily pick you up and hold you on his hip.

[w1ngedv01d]

I'm so so so curious about the scarian possible love story? in this!!! Tell me more please!!!!

Thank you!! ^-^

So the actual emotional plot between Grian and Scar is currently in heavy development, because I have So Many Feelings about this duo (/pos) and I want to make sure to fit in as much of my thoughts on them as possible in, while also making everything make sense narratively ^-^;;

(But if you want an idea of the headspace I've been in while thinking about these two specifically, here's the song I've been listening to on repeat as I think about Them: Born Without A Heart by Faouzia)

In my plot, they're both haphazardly trying to both recreate and process the memories they have of their other selves' relationships, while coming at it from completely different angles, and holding a lot of resentment towards each other based on the half-remembered wrongs done against their counterparts by the other person's counterparts.

They also forget an incredibly important point, which is that those things may have been done by versions of the other person, but the other Trials did happen in... Different Universes. Different Worlds. Those versions of them are alternate iterations of them. Not them exactly!

So Scar isn't processing that just because he has memories of DL!Grian being a cheater doesn't mean that this Grian is a cheater (he isn't! and wouldn't be!). Meanwhile, Grian hasn't connected that just because 3L!Scar betrayed him without warning doesn't inherently mean that this Scar is fickle, or untrustworthy, or any of the nasty things Grian has thought about 3L!Scar when overwhelmed by that hurt so great is passed through dimensions

And all of that, in addition to them trying to prove to themselves that they somehow have value by "getting this person who didn't want them anymore to actually want them, and stay", means that for the first part of all of this, they're going to have a messy, on-again-off-again, chaotic relationship where they're saying the same thing but they just can't hear it

And it will be a gradual shift from that trashfire of a situation to them actually understanding who these versions of Grian and Scar are as people, and settling into a much less chaotic or toxic relationship

They will get there! But the how is slightly in flux ^-^;;

[flowercrowngods]

make me write (please).

hello lovelies it's been a while! i have a tiny pile of wips that i need to get to, so if you want, vote for the one you want me to write and/or choose one and send me an ask (anon or not) that i need to answer with a snippet for it that has to contain at least as many words as there are votes in the poll 🤍

the wips (i'm excluding i'll try. i'll try. from this one)

🌷 bard!eddie/knight!steve part 1 is here, pride & prejudice kinda vibe, misunderstandings & miscommunications, steve is a sweetheart, eddie is too dramatic for his own good, they're gonna kiss in the rain soon

🌷 captain!steve snippet that barely counts as part 1 is here, steve is captain of a ship, eddie is a stranger they fished out of the water (or is he?), i'm not saying pirate au meets time travel au but yes i am kinda saying that

🌷 spooky lighthouse story (rambles in the comments here) lighthouse keeper steve who is good at fixing things and wants to escape his life for a while, thinking he's all alone in the lighthouse that people say is haunted (but he's not)

[thetimelordbatgirl]

New school attendance rules (that are stupid as fuck) being published has me learning people didn't even know that the UK fines people for their kids not being in school unauthorized???

[belethlegwen]

just wanna say your the first size writer I think I followed on tumblr and also on ao3 ur such a good writer. keep it up also yes I like fairies I send a lot of ask.

!!! Thank you so much, I'm so glad you like my silly little words ;-; <3

I promise to get back to writing and posting as soon as I'm able <3 The real world is a fun vortex for me right now, so it's keeping me busy away from the google docs and scrivener and things, but I hope to get more time soon.

I'd also like to take some more cracks at fairy-centered stories! I LOVE fairies but I intimidate myself out of writing them so often and I don't know why. It's like I have 100,000 ideas for them and then when I try to write any of them down, I worry I've made the wrong choice? If that makes sense?

Either way, thank you so much for the ask! I don't know if I've accidentally missed any of yours or if they got accidentally deleted previously (or if I just don't remember answering them, that's probably the most likely because my memory isn't great haha) because for a while I was getting a LOT of spam asks from bots, on top of a lot of the fundraiser-sharing asks. I'd ignore my ask box for a few days/a week and then just clear anything that didn't automatically jump out at me, so I'm sorry if I missed yours!

I hope you have a great day <3

~ Belle