#anyway i'm sorry you feel sad about it anon i really understand where you're coming from

[miniimight]

Hellooo! Could you please write for the boys where the reader is sick but doesn't tell them bcs she doesn't wanna bother them?? I love your your blog sm 💙💙

HIDING YOUR SICKNESS ! reader doesn't wanna bother her boyfriend

with izuku, bakugo, rody + fem!reader (pro hero era)

notes thanks for the request anon !!

you: hey i don't think i can make our date tonight... i'm sorry, something came up

he frowned when he got the text. he pinched the bridge of his nose and his overthinking kicked in. you'd been distancing yourself a lot recently... between you spending all your time at someone else's place, having to postpone dates, and his hero work, you barely got to see each other.

he was worried. he pressed the call button and waited for you to pick up.

IZUKU

"hello? y/n?"

you folded from the concern in his voice. he was always going to be worried about you, no matter what you tried to do.

"izuku..." you rasped and you could tell he was taken aback.

"what's wrong, honey?" he said softly. "you don't sound too good..."

you bit your lip. oh, what the hell. he was going to find out anyway. "i'm just a little sick, that's all. i can handle—"

"sick?!" izuku exclaimed and you shied away from his volume. "my love, you should have told me."

"no, it's really okay—"

"how long have you felt this way? is this why you've been postponing our dates? where are you right now?" he ignored your protests and rambled on with more questions for a bit. you weakly answered them all.

"okay, sweetheart, i'm on my way." you could hear him huffing as you assumed he leapt across rooftops. "stay on call..."

a burden was lifted off your shoulders, and the relief made you fall asleep right then and there.

later—though how much later, you didn't know—you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. groaning, you stretched your arms and propped your body up with your elbows.

"oh, you're awake. lay down, love."

you tuned into izuku's voice, squinting through your daze. he was sitting at your bedside, a wet rag in his hand. he shushed you when you tried to ask him all your questions, gently laying the rag across your forehead and kissing your heated cheek.

"you had a fever, honey." izuku hummed, pulling the chair closer to the bed and leaning over the side. "you shouldn't have been under all those stuffy blankets."

you frowned and looked around. the windows were open, the curtains flowing as fresh air filtered in. it was true, you did feel a little less suffocated.

you pursed your lips, feeling guilty. "i'm sorry."

he was absolutely bewildered. "what could you possibly be sorry for?"

you sniffed, rubbing your eyes. "you were at work, right? and..."

izuku softened, stroking your temples with understanding. "it's never an issue for me to take care of you, love. don't be sad. just relax and let me handle everything, okay? i'm here now, to take care of you."

BAKUGO

"where are you and why have you been avoiding my calls?"

you pressed your lips into a thin line. straight to the point, as usual. "i'm... i'm staying at a friend's for the time being." you tried to speak evenly, without any tiredness.

you heard bakugo sigh deeply. "what's the matter, baby? and don't think about hidin' anything from me."

you groaned internally, letting your head drop against the mattress. you mumbled.

"what was that?"

you flared up, heat overwhelming your body. "i'm sick! okay?! i'm so sick right now."

he didn't respond.

you sighed. "i didn't want you to catch anything or worry about it. i can handle it and i'll be back in no time."

he scoffed. "fuck that. i'm coming to get you."

"kat, really—?!"

"yes, really!" you heard faint explosions in the background. "seriously, thinking you can recover on your own when you can't even speak properly." he chuckled.

you wanted to retort, but your throat burned. hmph, you thought. you let yourself drift asleep, feeling comforted.

later, you woke up in his bed to the sound of clanking pots in the kitchen. brows furrowed, you groaned as you stretched, your body buzzing after you let yourself drop into the plush mattress once more.

bakugo peeked into the room. "you're up. good. you need to eat." with an apron on, he placed an assortment of dishes in front of you; soup, fruits, and some cough drops for later.

you sat up a little, startled when his hand pressed against your forehead.

"you have a fever." he shook his head, disappointed. "you probably made it a little worse, isolating yourself under all those sheets. you were overheated when i got you."

you pouted, taking a sip of water.

he craned his neck to meet your eyes, thinking you'd be relieved being home and in his care. you clearly had something on your mind. "baby..." he held your hand. "jus' tell me what's on your mind."

you met his eyes briefly before looking away. "i... didn't want you to miss work for this."

"this matters more than paperwork." he rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his face. he squeezed your hands. "just eat up and rest up. i'll handle everything else."

RODY

"y/n?"

"nope!" his little sister, lala, chirped. "it's me!"

during his last layover, he hadn't been getting much of a response from you. he trusted you with everything, but he was worried. now that he was back in otheon, he was ready to figure out what the hell was going on.

he chuckled at his sister. you must've given her your phone to play her favorite game. "hey, lala. where's y/n, do you know?"

"she's sleeping now." rody could hear her breathing as she pattered over to where he assumed you were laying down. "sleeping like a log."

"yeah?" rody responded, deep in thought. it wasn't like you to sleep while looking after his siblings, so he knew something was wrong. "what was she doing before she fell asleep?"

"uhhh... she made lunch for us?" lala sniffed. "i feel bad, though."

rody's eyebrows creased, tugging a suitcase behind him as he unconsciously walked faster. "why's that?"

"she's got a mask on, and she doesn't want us too close to her..." lala sighed. "and she's burning up."

rody put the pieces together. he raced to the carpark and zoomed on home, bursting through the door.

the loud noise startled you out of your slumber, sitting upright. the abrupt motion made you dizzy and you groaned. lala pat your shoulder, concerned.

rody dropped his suitcase to the ground, kneeling at your side. slipping off his gloves, he pressed his hand to the side of your neck.

"seriously, babe, you should've told me when you started feeling off." he frowned, bustling about to grab you the things you needed. "i could've left any time."

your eyes were glassy when you looked at him, and he felt his heart twisting. "m'sorry," you mumbled from behind the mask. "i didn't want to bother you..."

he scoffed and pulled the mask off your face, squishing your cheeks. he looked you square in the eye. though he was scolding you, he was so soft and gently. "you never bother me. all i think about is you, lala, and roro. i want to know everything you're feeling, no matter what."

you smiled, looking lopsided as your face was still in his hands. "okay."

he grinned and kissed you.

"ugh!" you recoiled, scooching away from him. "rody! you'll get sick!"

he crossed his arms, smiling. "and? we can be in that boat together."

you rolled your eyes. "oh my god."

"aw, don't be like that, baby." rody cuddled up next to you, peppering you with affection. "come on, let me take care of you."

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[artytaeh]

Hello! Could you please write about weasley twins (separately if it's possible) x muggle! reader who had to take exams on her birthday, but she received poor results because of the rating scale (there is no retake). Recently I took my final exams and it so happened that I took one of them on my birthday. The grading scale for this subject this year is very cruel: one mistake is equal to minus six points. I scored 68 out of 100 (~85%). This is a passing score for the university to which I am applying, but the most offensive thing is that my friends from the neighboring (central) region received 89 or more points (some of them did not prepare at all, when I found out about this, I cried hours). I hope my request is not too much. Please don't bother yourself writing it if you don't like it. Have a good day🌺

fred weasley x muggle!reader && george weasley x muggle!reader : where the twins, separately, comfort you.

hey anon! tysm for requesting to my blog 🌷 ; about what happened, i'm so sorry :( i hope that you're aware that that grade doesn't define how capable / smart you are— sometimes we're very lucky or terribly unlucky with exams; cut yourself some slack, okay? and make sure that you celebrate your birthday! 🗯️

FRED WEASLEY:

⋆ vaguely remembering that you had the misfortune of having such a fun day like your birthday to happen on the same day as a stressing exam, fred weasley dedicated most of his thoughts to you: what he could do to guarantee that this birthday, this year, this day that celebrates your birth, is the most fun for you.

⋆ with picked out wildflowers nearby the burrow, fred had his mother, molly weasley, baking a cake to your taste; convincing ginny to be a dear and helping him decorate, since truthfully, fred doesn't trust george to help him, much less himself to ruin the cake he's giving you. the twins, however, participated by joining efforts, creating a special magic candle for you— a harmless joke product, he swears! it's meant to produce little fireworks, nothing more!

⋆ fred weasley had everything ready: he awaited you to come home, sat on your bedroom with a few decorations, the cake, wildflowers at hand and a prepared treasure hunt (one that is meant to take only half a hour, really, a little thing to give you a fun challenge to find the gift he made for you).

⋆ his wide grin, spreading on fred's lips as soon as he heard your bedroom's door opening— too excited and proud of his surprise too soon, fades almost comically at the sight of you: sad, frowning, crying. and all of this on your birthday, which feels like a crime!

'hey hey hey,' fred starts, almost panicking a little bit; surely, it's not something he's done, right?

'what got you so upset, sunshine? why are you crying?' he asks, hands hovering over your form, unsure whether to hug, caress your arms, or squeeze your shoulders gently.

fred weasley expected to make you smile and laugh today, not to see you cry with such a sad expression!

⋆ soon, you explain to fred what's wrong, after he guided you to sit with him on your bed; that's when his hands find yours, thumbs caressing the back of your hands soothingly.

⋆ you see, fred weasley is a simple man— even at hogwarts, as long as he was able to pass an exam or test, then everything's fine. it didn't matter that percy weasley was the role model of a student, or that his mother sang praises to him. fred only didn't want to receive a howler for failing another subject.

⋆ so, really, as much as he sympathizes, fred weasley fails to understand what's the problem. the big deal.

f : but isn't 85% a good grade?

🗯️ : well, yeah, but still— i've only scored 68 out of 100...

f : so?! that's more than half of it! like, bloody three-quarters! darling, i'd only be able to score that much if i copied from someone. you're a bloody genius dating a bloke!

⋆ to cheer you up, fred doesn't mind to make some jokes at his own expense; fred had always been confident about it, anyways: what he lacks of academic achievements, he overcompensates for being a good clown, fun company and bloody creative. being careless and dumber at studying is, well, a bless of a flaw to compensate his good traits.

⋆ that's how he makes you laugh. fred suddenly gasps, hands on your cheeks: 'oh no, darling! i think that my stupidity is contagious— i got inside your brain and failed those questions for you. bloody hell, now i have to take you on a few dates to make up for it...'

⋆ you realize that he's joking, taking only a few seconds to notice his plan; fred knows that you know that he's doing these theatrics to put a smile on your face. and you see, years of experience as the classes' clown (self-proclaiming himself to be the funniest weasley) paid off to make you laugh with ease.

⋆ that's his plan, mostly: making you laugh at the same time that he reassures you how smart you are. telling you with a mock seriousness how he has to take a few classes, or do this and that, to make sure that he can keep up with his capable, hard-working, incredible girlfriend whose tears become little laughs.

⋆ and if you mention how it feels so, so unfair that some friends of yours got a better score, without preparing as hard as you did— fred weasley calls it bullshit immediately. hermione granger is a bloody genius; fred knows that much, since the girl had been a close friend of his younger brother, and now his sister-in-law. even hermione granger herself wouldn't be able to score so high without studying, and oh boy, was she a good student. so, you see! nobody would be able to get such a grade out of luck! they must have cheated, for sure!

⋆ as soon as fred gets you to stop crying, he comes to comfort you with physical affection; the words of reassurance and playful remarks seemed to have worked their deal, so now, fred can wipe away those tears from your damp cheeks, fingers brushing them away adamantly. then, he kisses each cheek with such a gentle kiss, that seemed to be a magical seal to the faucet in your eyes— no more tears! no more sorrows today! not on his watch!

⋆ for the rest of the day, fred makes sure that nothing else can distress you. he's taking you to dinner, to some fun wizarding restaurant that serves your favorite food. fred is taking you out of your house— no closed places!

⋆ sneakily, fred will take you on a stroll to diagon alley, showing you each corner: this place where he bought his wand; his favorite shop; the spot where ron fell in front of everyone; fred's preferred shop for joke stuff or sweets— and finally, where fred and george would like to open his shop.

⋆ for a muggle, diagon alley might be a little overwhelming; there's so many things to see, too much information to process, which becomes a constant distraction that doesn't leave space for distressing thoughts. exams, university, your friends? that fades into thin air, since fred keeps up conversation with you. after all, he doesn't want you to dwell on thoughts over your friends, or an unlucky exam score.

⋆ in conclusion: fred would priorize cheering you up and maintaining you in a good mood for the rest of your birthday, doing his best to make you laugh and distract your thoughts from what went wrong on that day. besides, he'd only let you return home, as soon as he's 100% sure that he swished all of your sadness away!

GEORGE WEASLEY:

⋆ beforehand, george had planned two things for your birthday: one, somehow managing to bake a cake for you with the help of his mother, molly weasley, or request the blissful advice of his girl friends from hogwarts, such as alicia and angelina, to teach his chaotic self how to bake a cake for you— the draft of a cute smiley cake (simple enough for him to decorate; george weasley can only be so talented in a few things, okay?!); and two, be there as soon as you leave your exam, to give you the biggest birthday kiss any muggle has ever seen.

⋆ opposite to his twin, george would keep in mind that today is a stressful day for you; he'd been there at your bedroom sometimes, keeping you company as you studied on your desk, while he layed on your bed, reading through some books of yours or even working on his joke-product drafts while you were busy. that being said, well, george was terribly considerate towards this supposed muggle exam that seemed so important for you.

⋆ so, arriving earlier to the muggle side of your town, george took almost twenty minutes to properly make his way there— god, george wonders why floo flames aren't a thing for muggles! cheap and simple! — to then wait patiently for you in front of the gates. cake at hand, a bit smaller than a proper birthday cake to not weight too much on his hands, george keeps looking around for you, amongst other people of your age that gradually leave the building.

⋆ as if you stand out in the crowd like a shining star amongst darkness, george smiles immediately at the sight of you; a smile that fades in less than a second, noticing how you look too gloomy for his taste.

cake in one hand, george walks to you; his height being easy to identify amongst other students, easily making his way through them. soon, george is walking by your side; the cake secure in one hand, the other sliding his arm over your shoulders.

'what got my pretty girl all lonesome and sad on her birthday, hm?' he asks, caressing your shoulder, even though george had a major idea of what went wrong.

⋆ george wouldn't take offense if you don't notice the cake he made for you; if it wasn't on his hand, george wouldn't pay it any mind either, too worried over your melancholic expression. he guides you to a nearby bench, gaze shifting between you and some people passing by, that seemed curious about a cake and a sad girl crying there.

⋆ guides your head to rest on his shoulder, being gentle as he takes turns between caressing your shoulder, and bringing his hand to clumsily wipe away the tears rolling down your cheeks. george listens silently, and if it makes you feel better, he tries to both listen to your worries and storytelling over what went wrong today, and feed you another piece of cake. hoping that the sweet taste subsides the emotional pain weighting your heart.

⋆ he concludes that whatever plans he had arranged could take a delay. your comfort is the most important thing for george, so even if it takes the whole afternoon, he'll stick by your side, making his way back to your house with you; knowing that the privacy and comfort of your home would help.

⋆ wearing more comfortable clothes, george lays with you on top of him, finding comfort on the weight of your body resting on his chest. his fingers are long, yet so careful and gentle, while he brushes your hair away from your damp face, should you cry more to him over the exam.

⋆ george believes in fairness, but believes even more that there's nothing that screams justice more than guaranteeing the happiness of a pretty girl. his impulsive thought was getting fred to, somehow, sneak in your school or whatever the hell he needed to do, and change your grade to something that benefits you. believe me, he would! george was only fourteen when he and fred stole their parents' car to get a younger harry potter from a barred window!

⋆ so really, george wpuld spend the rest of the day cuddling you, he'd massage your back too; george knows himself that sometimes, when we're feeling at our lowest, we need some silence for the pain to gradually dissipate. so george gives you this silence; paired with loving kisses on your forehead.

g : you're really smart, did you know that? you did your best— i know it sucks to not have things going the way you wanted, but that doesn't take away how responsible and hardworking you were; that has more value than a stupid grade that got you so sad, pretty girl.

🗯️ : yeah, but—

g : but you're so smart and hardworking, and i couldn't be more proud of you. even my mother keeps telling me how lovely you are, don't let a stupid exam convince you otherwise.

⋆ would also sympathize with you, more than fred, if not totally showing empathy towards your situation; george felt like a shadow of fred sometimes, and if that wasn't enough, george was surrounded by two successful older brothers, to whom their parents sing praises about, among a beloved younger sister; as much as george genuinely tried to get a good score back at hogwarts, well— he felt like he was doomed to be a bit of a failure in his mother's eyes.

⋆ and even though this is a topic that george weasley hates with a passion, having its surface only shown to his identical twin, he finds himself sharing these bottled up insecure thoughts with you. for the first time, george lets go of these feelings on something else other than forcefully throwing bludgers to each corner of the quidditch pitch.

⋆ it helps; surprisingly or not, those minutes you've spent cuddling, having a heart to heart to each other over academic pressure, hidden insecurities, even anxious thoughts about yourselves have deepened the bond between the two of you. there's something intimate about having george massaging your scalp, while you lay on his chest and he listens, with all of his attention, to how you heartbreakingly explain your tears.

⋆ now that the topic has died down to a more lighthearted conversation, exchanging little smiles and affectionate small caresses, george suggests a movie session— immediately suggesting either your favorite movies, or some romcom, even comedy, that you were interested on watching for the first time or showing it to him. truthfully, george always had some curiosity over how muggles perceive romantic situations.

⋆ stays for the night. no way in hell will george leave your side, letting you fall asleep on his arms; hands and fingers working to soothe your body into sleep, with scalp and back massages, muttering reassuring words to you. george would also make sure that you had good laughs today, even if it meant sharing some embarrassing stories of his and fred's, like the time they've drank a potion to get older, only to have overgrown white beard like dumbledore's.

⋆ if you didn't really enjoy your birthday, george would change your initial plans for the following day; he slept there anyways, he might as well help you with breakfast, take a shower with you and make sure that you celebrate being a year older— even if twenty-four hours later.

⋆ and if you're wondering about his gift, well: george swallowed his shyness and buried it deep in his stomach, handing you a handwritten letter (one that took him a few days to write), along with a crocheted sweater, matching the one his mother made for him and fred. to george, you're part of the weasley family— you ought to have a matching sweater with him!

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౨ৎ darling, you're glowing— if you're ♡ ͡

lonely, come be lonely with me . . .

🪻 ; . . . fandom : harry potter.

— i'm so sorry for taking so long to write your request! i hope it suited your taste and that, somehow, managed to comfort you a little bit. ♡

the headers + gifs + icons aren't mine. credits to the respective creators ! 🌷

[miabbh]

hiiii my miaaa!!! i just saw that anon msg and omg it genuinely pissed me off??? like how fucking entitled can someone be??? this is a fun lil website for hobbies!!! and creators like you? sharing YOUR work for FREE??? if someone doesn’t vibe with how YOU post on YOUR own blog, why don’t they just…not interact??? it’s really not that deep!!! but anyway i just wanted to remind you how insanely amazing you are!! not just as an author but as a person in general!!! you’re such a sweet n kind soul so seeing someone talk to you like that really irritated tf outta me. but sharing snippets of priest!baek is such a gift n we’re honestly so lucky to get even a tiny peek at your creativity whenever YOU feel like it. you don’t owe anyone your work, your process, or your time, period. focus on what inspires you, prioritize what feels good to you n don’t let any hateful messages bring u down ok?? ur doing SO incredible n ur real ones (aka me + sooo many others) are always cheering for you 😚‼️‼️‼️ sending u all the love, hype, n good vibes foreverrr 💘💕💞🩷💗💘💕💞🩷💗 mwah mwah mwahhh!!! 😚😚😚

okay, bringing this up after a week but...

i. a few time an anon came to share some slightly strange accusations in my inbox: that i wasn't posting priest!baek fully but only sharing spoilers (and that apparently irritated them) and, last wednesday, that i was adding explicit sex scenes to priest!baek to get readers. well, if something i truly believe in literature is that posting smut is hard for the writers because it's literally a little piece of you. you can right every little lie (you don't believe it's that way) you want about love and hate, but when it comes to this scenes, if you're not into it/comfortable with it, you won't write.

to say i was adding these scenes to gain readers truly wounded me—especially because I made it very clear in this post that I would link the post with this part to the main post so that younger readers or those who are not comfortable with this type of scenes to read it freely.

ii. there were a few more accusations that really hurt me, but this anon was careless and sent one of the messages in the inbox without anon. it was an empty blog, no pp nor name, i reported it and blocked it.

i felt sad, frustrated trying to understand where all that anon's frustration was coming from, and for a moment i started to doubt if i was really doing something that wrong.

iii. i knew i wasn't deep down, but still it really got me and i deleted most of the work but a few words from the beginning that i thankfully missed. it will take time to rewrite everything, and yet i'm still saddened by some of the things that were said. but i won't give up💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻!!! i know many of you loved Au! and want to read it, and honestly, i really want to share my ideas with you all because you're the sweetest readers i've ever had 💖💓💗💓🩷💞💖💗🩷💞💗💖💓

i thank you so, sooooo much for the kind words, Lisa, for remembering me that we're doing this for fun and for the people that appreciate us. you know sis how much you mean to me 🩷

everyone, i'm so sorry about this. but that's what they say, some evils come for good—the good is that i won't give a shit unless it's a constructive criticism 😚 hopefully im posting soon and then i'll work on priest!baek as i feel like and it'll be better than before

sweethearts, kisses kisses for you 😘 i love you all, readers 💓💖💞💗💖😚💞💖

[gorelesbian]

You seem like the only correct person to send this memory to omg, kind of heavy, but Eraserhead baby themed, overall: I watched Eraserhead for the first time as a younger teen, and something that really struck me at the time was the father setting out a humidifier after he sees the baby's appearance begin to change, and how he displays concern, despite the fact that the child is Like That. I was young and closeted and knew it would go poorly when I got outed (I was right), so the imagery of a stable parent doing all he could in the moment for a child born Wrong stayed on my mind for quite some time. That viewing required A TON of projection on my part and is broadly speaking meaningless, but it does kind of fascinate me that I can tell so much about who I used to be based on my thought process Abt a movie id view totally differently now 10 years later. Anyway

oh wow thank you for telling me this anon! this is so interesting because my thoughts about the movie were quite different, based on my own personal experiences!

i do think the moments where henry sat with his baby were very sweet and i absolutely understand how that could cause a sad sense of yearning. i was personally more focused on henry's and mary's flaws because i see eraserhead baby as so deeply innocent and helpless and blameless. it makes me so incredibly sad to watch him cry endlessly while no one holds him or sings to him and i feel heartbroken that he wasn't given the love he should have been.

i've been thinking about why eraserhead baby makes me so extremely emotional and i think it must have something to do with my own experiences in life. i have always been loved very much by my parents but i was emotionally neglected as a child. i don't see it as anyone's fault, i don't think my parents were able to do any better since they were struggling with their own things and were just not capable of fullfilling my emotional needs (much like henry and mary) so i don't blame them. i do feel some kind of deep sadness/grief for my child self. it makes me incredibly sad to think about how lonely and misunderstood and blamed i was for things i couldn't control (the neurodivergent experience...ouch). i think i must see my younger, innocent self in eraserhead baby. this is gonna sound silly but i hope when my eraserhead baby replica comes in the mail and i hold him it will somehow heal something inside of me.

thank you again for your message! i'm sorry to hear you've had such a hard time in life, i hope you're safe and happy now. i'd love to hear what you think if you do rewatch eraserhead some time! sending love!!!

[fkinavocado]

Dreea I am so sorry that you are getting mean anons. I hope it is not because of me. I didn't say anything mean, salty or disrespectful I hope my asks didn't bother you, tbh I think people are right there was no need for me to announce that I won't be reading the fic anymore, I should have kept it to myself, however I hope you know that my intention was not to hurt you, I feel so guilty, you don't deserve this treatment. You deserve only good things. Please do not let this make you sad.

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this got long ☠️

hun, please don't feel responsible for others' penchant for drama. i understand where you come from and i respect everyone's decision because at the end of the day you should only read what you want to! lord knows i gave up reading lots of fics mid way. but the way some have come for me using "constructive criticism" as a guise for hateful passive-aggressive comments is typical for tumblr unfortunately. some ppl really just love going on anon and being mean for no reason

i'm not gonna change a damn thing abt the storyline of the fic that i'm writing. that was never debatable. when you offer constructive criticism (and i'm gonna be addressing this in general, not to 🍟 anon) it shouldn't be about where the story is heading because the creative process belongs to the writer alone. the other things some anons brought up i'd down right answered multiple times already- which- shouldn't even have to be addressed if i'm being honest- like, will the whole trial thing ever come to a conclusion- i must've answered that tons of time by now, and of course it will! like of course i wasn't gonna drop a major part of the story without bringing it to a conclusion, i am deliberately putting it off, and now that we're reading harry's pov is when everything will come to light

i know it's taking long because i don't update super frequently (even though some have had the audacity to question how i have time to come here and post fics if i'm a doctor ☠️). which is why it seems like it's taking forever. but if you're reading it in one sitting it actually has a linearity. that's the thing with WIPS- if you know you haven't got the patience for it, please only read completed works and stop bullying the writer! i have fics i've been waiting on updates for literal YEARS

anyway- i wanna wrap this subject up, wasn't gonna answer because i just didn't wanna bring it up again, i'm beyond fed up. and hurt because some people really are beyond ungrateful and have really sent me obnoxious things, along the lines of "you demand 500 notes on your chapters to update but you don't give people what they want" like-- i'm just speechless. people really feel entitled to come on tumblr dot com and be handed out completely free quality content and on top of that the writer should he writing the story they expect, otherwise off with their head. like. maybe write your own fics then???! and 500 notes is just a way to encourage ppl to interact with the fic. i've seen someone make a comment about posting fics for notes, and that's absolutely not what this is about (and they're a writer too, so i was unpleasantly surprised to say the least...)

again, 🍟 anon i am not at all upset with you, i'm sad you'll not be reading and giving up on the story because i think you're wrong to do so obviously, but i can't force anyone to have faith in the process

to anyone saying i don't accept negative feedback, i urge you to really analyze what has been going on. so many ppl called those anons out on it- like if you're not gonna pay attention to the story and what i reply to other anons, of course i'm gonna be defensive if you're down right wrong. if i wanted to, i could've easily just ignored any and every negative comment i've gotten. for the sake of transparency i posted those, and instead, some anons took that as a window of opportunity to come spill some hate in my inbox which i will not tolerate, because i can see clearly who sets out with good intentions and who is just after some hateful drama

and with this i'm closing up this subject

[woahjo]

i decided to come back to try and write fanfics again because i kinda missed it, i had a small account back then like 160 max, it reached 172 aprox when i finally left because it was clear most of the accs that followed me were bots or just dead accs and my mutuals didn't really pay attention anymore, just what usually happens when they make new mutuals, friendship circles change and stuff

and i started a new acc but i feel so lonley. the one i started in decemeber, my previous one, did so good till it hit 100, then i lost all my engaging and such. and then my mutuals slowly forgot about me

now i'm trying to get a new, fresh start and it's not working and i feel so jealous of every person i know that has started at the same time as me and it has work out for them. i stopped having interactions in january, i only lasted a month with engagement, and then i see people in january, february, march and even may having tons and tons of notes in their posts

idk if it was a good idea to drop the other account and start fresh but i feel awful either way. i remember one mutual i talked to so we could keep in touch when i changed accs and he was mentioning a bunch of people who he's mutuals with and i was here like: ...you're my only mutual besides this other person, lmao

idk i feel so sad it's pathetic. my fandom has always been a good place and i did so well clearly but idk what happened and idk how to deal with it

hi anon!!! first of all, i understand your frustrations. it can feel very VERY discouraging to write on here and bare your soul a little and receive no feedback or encouragement. i think it's very normal to feel that way and i think it's something most fandom writers deal with at some point. im sorry that you're dealing with that :(

i have the opinion (however harsh it may be) that writing for notes rather than yourself will always result in hurt feelings and discouragement. and that statement is WAY easier said than put into practice, i know. i went through a period on my old blog where i cared a LOT about notes and it would eat me alive when things i wrote didn't do well (right of passage, i feel), but that feeling shifted for me when i sort of went "okay fuck it, we ball, here's a niche fic no one has ever asked for". i think gearing your experience writing around interaction is a slippery slope, though of course i say all of this knowing just how discouraging it can be to feel like an outsider in a space that you actively contribute to.

that being said, any reason for writing is valid and i think it is super normal for interaction to peak and wane as time passes and fandom popularity shifts (a series that was popular a month ago may not be as popular now). honestly, the best advice i can give you is to remember that your writing is for you first and everyone else second. write what you like and talk about what you want because above all, your work is yours and that's what makes it wonderful and unique.

i really feel for you. it sucks so bad to feel like an outsider, especially when that feeling directly correlates to how you might feel about your writing. i don't think you're doing anything wrong though and you're absolutely NOT pathetic. this is a silly little website above all and your capabilities are not defined by internet strangers' opinions.

anyway, i hope things get better and you start to rest a little easier about being on here!

[insert-clever-username-1133]

idk if i should do this in anon or not but i'll do if in anon

i dont really know who else to go to for relationship advice so, sorry.

my boyfriend gets kinda annoying at times and kinda full of himself? idk. its hard to explain.

here, this is unrelated but something that did happen. He was being really adamant that i hold his hand, and i was like "no. i'm really uncomfortable with physical touch." and he got all sad about it, like that would change my mind. But i'm not putting his sadness over my discomfort. i've tried too many times to put myself down for other people's gain, and it ended with my mental health going to absolute shit.

and he talks a lot about the same things over and over and just repeats himself. idk what his point is but please just stop talking.

so yeah i wanna break up with him, say that we are better as friends, but i dont know how and dont want to hurt his fragile feelings.

you don't have to respond to this lol

i feel like you would know who i am but thats ok

sorry this took so long to respond to, i saw a long anon ask and kinda braced for the worst and got scared and closed it, then forgot about it, and i finally actually read it just now

no idea who you are, the only person i can think of who would come to me for relationship advice is aro

anyways. for the actual advice. seems like this is not a great relationship for you so if you want to break up then that's what you should do. breakups are hard and it's bound to hurt his feelings but he will heal from it eventually, you should be focused on making sure you're okay because if even one party isn't okay with the relationship then that relationship can't really function. idk if that makes sense

umm but to make it easier on him maybe like. explain your reasoning and stuff. like list stuff like how he's pushing your boundaries and mostly stuff like that. i would list more of the big issues and less of the annoyances (like him repeating himself) because while the big issues could help him understand where you're coming from the annoyances and stuff could just add salt to the wound. and make it clear that you still want to be friends (if you do i mean)

sorry i feel like i phrased that kind of weirdly and also take this with a heap of salt because I've never actually been in a relationship. im just kinda parroting what ive heard and what i know from friendships and all that. but since you came to me and all i still wanted to give my perspective

[kingreywrites]

something that makes me sad about cass/unzel is that it's a wlw (woman loving woman) ship but it's so unhealthy when it totally had potential not to be. as a bi wlw I really want more rep, and I appreciate the writers somewhat trying to do that, but in s3 they completely made it unhealthier (before it wasn't as toxic as it absolutely was in s3) :(( it's a comfort ship for a lot of my wlw friends and I get why and dont blame them but it's rlly sad how unhealthy it turned out to be. I could totally support cass/unzel if it was healthier, and up until season 3 I didnt really have a problem with it. I love new dream and headcanon them both as lgbtq n I just wish cass/unzel was more of a healthy ship and more lgbt rep in the fandom would be v nice w/o it being solely cass/unzel. I dont see much lgbt rep about new dream or any other characters outside of cass/unzel. anyway rapunzel and eugene are pan/bi even if they're in a heterosexual relationship that doesnt matter <333 (before anyone gets angry that's a headcanon pls dont be homophobic (not @ you ines) <33)

yeah i totally get you and i WISH there was.... any other wlw option in TTS but they made that relatively hard when they confined the main female characters to Cass and Rapunzel 🙃 Rapunzel being married, there was no way for it to be canon anyway, but gosh imagine a universe where they added another female character to the main cast, who could have given two more wlw ship by herself (and maybe, you know, could have gone canon with cass.... sigh i wish 😭 we do get more wlw rep in cartoon these days which is amazing, but tts wasn't part of that sadly)

and honestly beyond shipping i've always felt like disney is especially terrible at depicting healthy relationships between women, and TTS definitely falls in this category. I mean... Gothel is an abusive mother to Rapunzel and Cass; Arianna and Rapunzel's relationship is forgotten; Lady Caine hate Rapunzel's guts; Adira is seen as a possible threat for all of s2 by Cass (and Rapunzel to an extent); Rapunzel is jealous of Stalyan at first, before they agree on a tentative friendship, and then Stalyan robs them anyway; Cass turns evil and blames Rapunzel for being kidnapped; Zhan Tiri manipulates Cass...... this isn't everyone but god is there one female relationship of any kind in TTS that's actually good and developed all the way through?? i wish this show had given Rapunzel more friends overall (and I don't like the idea that they didn't so her friendship with cass could be more meaningful, because, actually, people are able to love multiple people at once... 😬 Rapunzel is so social, she deserved to have as many new friends as possible 😭)

Anyway yeah I understand the frustration, and I also understand people who loves this ship and finds comfort from it, though it's not my case! I just... wish there was other options asfhsgjd

BUT YEAH NEW DREAM IS A LGBT SHIP I DON'T MAKE THE RULES Rapunzel and Eugene are bi icons 🥰 some people also see them as pan, or one as bi one as pan, and EVERYONE IS RIGHT ACTUALLY

they're also trans because i said so

also if anyone homophobic is actually reading this i'd recommend them to fuck off - i hope you don't have to deal with anyone like that anon, but yeah, these people aren't welcome here at all

[dreadsuitsamus]

I have a request! Remember the scene in the movie where Paragus uses the shock collar on Broly? Well, can I request a short one shot where he uses the collar, & the reader comforts Broly when the two are alone? Maybe a timeskip to his battle with Goku, where he sees the reader & calms down upon remembering the kindness she showed him? Please??

author's note: i hope you've been enjoying these! i assume you're the same anon since my only requests have been broly lol i ended up feeling very lovey for broly as i wrote this, as you'll find out when you read! i'm not sorry for being a romantic sometimes :p i created a bit of a new species in this and may expand on it in the future! i didn't expand on it very much so i apologize! i also have changed the prompt just a tad, as far as the timing goes when Broly calms down. also i'm very tired but wanted to write this story so if things don't make sense i am very sorry

pairing: broly x fem!reader

warnings: parental abuse, shock torture (as it is in canon)

Solace | Broly x Reader |

Broly sits by himself in an empty room, having managed to get away from his father and his new acquaintances. His father had shocked him again, but he couldn't understand why his father couldn't see what that awful man was trying to do. Broly had never voiced it to Paragus, he hardly ever even wanted to think of it in his own mind, but he hated how his father used that collar on him, and in his heart he harbored those deep feelings of hatred.

He looks up when the door to the room opens, the light flicking on. He immediately looks away from the person at the door, but even in his sadness from being electrocuted again, he takes note of the attractiveness of the stranger.

"This is new." You murmur and step in, setting your chestplate down. "Ah... You're the guy from the cafeteria, right?"

"My name is Broly." He murmurs softly. "Is... This your room?"

"Mhm." You slip off your boots. "You can hide out here though. After what the old guy did, I don't blame you for finding a quiet place to yourself."

Broly's lips quirk to the side. He's not sure what to make of you. You seem to... Be on his side and not agree with his father's actions. Cheelai had also seemed to feel that way. Perhaps... His father was the one in the wrong?

It felt like a sin to think of his father like that.

"Thank you very much." He says after a beat, remembering to mind his manners on his own, for once.

"Don't mention it." You're in your blue under-armor now as you sit at your small round table with him. "You're the only company I've ever had in here."

"How come?" As far as Broly is concerned, you're kind and beautiful, and he would visit you all the time if he were someone living on this ship.

You chuckle to yourself, tapping your nails absentmindedly on the mahogany table. "Because I hate everyone on this damn ship."

"Oh." Broly frowns.

"Not to trauma-dump, but I was sold about ten years ago by my own father and haven't been home since."

"Your father? He... Sold you?"

"Mhm. I didn't even know you could sell a thirty-year-old that doesn't live with you, but he did it anyway."

"I'm sorry he did that." Broly's brows come together in a deep frown.

You laugh a little, and even with his lack of social interaction, Broly knows it's not because you find anything humorous. "It was that or be pillaged by the pirates that invaded us. They were eventually killed by Frieza and that's how I ended up working under him. I only wish to go home."

"... My father told me about my species growing up. He says we're a proud race of warriors."

You nod your head. "What are you?"

"A Saiyan."

Your eyes widen. "Wow. I can't believe there's more of you besides Goku and Vegeta."

Broly looks down at the table. "My father and I were told about... that... when we were discovered..."

"Ah, man... I can't say much about the Saiyans since I was so young when Frieza blew up Planet Vegeta, but I'm sure you would've been a good fit. You look every bit a warrior."

"Really?" He looks into your eyes.

"Sure. Big, tall, with muscles that could break anyone in two... You don't got the scary, pillaging personality though." You wink. "So as far as I can tell... You're a pretty perfect guy."

Broly's cheeks heat up and he could never explain why, but his eyes dart to your chest for just a split second, and you can see just a bit of red on his tanned cheeks. You laugh softly and lean forward a little. "Now that I think about it, have you ever seen a woman until today?"

"I... N-No." Broly mumbles, looking away.

"Hmm. You're an interesting fella, Broly."

"Thank... You?" He's really not sure if that's a good or bad thing, so he figures that erring on the side of using his manners will be best.

"Tell me about you. What's that green pelt you're wearing?"

Broly quietly launches into the story of Ba, of how he was his only friend and how his father ruined it for him. In fact, every story he tells seems to end with Paragus somehow destroying happiness for Broly. At forty-one years of age, it doesn't sound to you like he's ever had one day to enjoy life. And with how horrible that planet he was stuck on was, you weren't surprised. He'd been attacked every day!

Your heart feels a pang of sadness at his story. Oh how you wish to bathe him in the love of your home planet...

You smile a little and stand up, heading to your small chest of drawers and pulling out a small pendant. "I doubt you're gonna be on the ship long, I may not even see you again, so... Here. To remember me." You bring it to him, setting the small thing onto his large palm.

Broly looks up at you for just a few seconds, taking in your smile and sparkling eyes and wondering how someone could be so charming, before looking at what you've gifted to him. It's a small, golden, diamond-shaped pendant on a golden chain, an engraving in the center of what looked like an elegant flower.

Broly rubs his thumb over it. "It's beautiful."

"Thank you. The flower is the one of my people. It can only be found on my planet. I'm sure if I could ever go back home that they'd be everywhere, just waiting to be picked and used for decoration, cooking, medicine..." You look out the window, Broly studying how wistful you look. He wonders what it's like to have a home worth missing, that wasn't uninhabitable and didn't attempt to kill him every day.

Broly holds the pendant back out to you, but you gently close his fist around it and push it to his chest. "Keep it. I'll always have home with me in my memories. And my body." You chuckle softly and pull your undersuit down enough to show him a tattoo at your collarbone of the same flower. "The zantedeschia stays with me always."

Broly reaches his hand out, and you allow him to touch your tattoo. He gently traces the elegant, black outline. "You're warm." He mumbles.

"So are you." You murmur, looking into Broly's curious eyes as he traces the zantedeschia tattoo. "So is Albomaculata."

"Is that your home?"

You nod, putting your hand on top of his. "We're a beautiful species. Home is so lovely, so nurturing, so gentle and romantic and different from anywhere else... We're not fighters." You mutter. "I suppose we're the opposite of Saiyans. We're lovers."

"Saiyans love too." Broly counters gently.

You smile and brush some hair out of his face. "Hmm... That's an interesting thought."

There's a sudden commotion outside, and you hear the voice of the old man from earlier, who you've assumed is Broly's father. You look back at Broly and swipe your finger down his nose playfully. "Guess you'd better go, huh?"

Broly scrunches his nose cutely, but does stand and gently remove his hand from your chest, instead moving it to the shock collar on him. Fear strikes in his eyes. "I.. I should."

"Goodbye, Broly. I hope we meet again."

He moves for the door, and when he turns around one last time, all he sees is your naked silhouette bathed in the light of the bathroom. He blinks slowly, committing the beauty to his memory before stepping out of the room and finding his father.

Broly's been thrust into battle sometime after he parted ways with you, and he's lost himself in his rage. His father is dead now, and it's probably all his fault. Before him is Gogeta, the fusion of the only other full-blooded Saiyans left.

You watch from the ship, scared for your friend as he faces off against the new challenger. He's losing badly, and it's looking like they'll kill him. And god dammit he doesn't deserve to die like this.

You push the two lower-ranking soldiers away from the Dragon Balls, ignoring their protests as you make your wish to the giant green dragon.

"Save Broly and send us to Albomaculata!"

You close your eyes, and within a flash, you feel yourself surrounded by the warm air of home. You open your eyes and look around for Broly, praying you weren't too late. You then see the glowing form of your new friend, his body smaller now and close to his normal size.

"Broly?" You whisper.

Broly turns with a shout, in between the beast within and his normal, gentle self. You hold your hands up and he pauses, the glowing fluctuating. You take a shaky breath and carefully ease down the undersuit, revealing your tattoo to Broly once again. "Broly... The zantedeschia stays with me always. And it can be with you too... We're on my home planet."

Broly's wide eyes look around and he realizes he's surrounded by several zantedeschia of many colors, ones he's never even seen before in his life. The planet is vibrant and the air around him is so clean and lovely it's intoxicating. He finally relaxes into his base form, falling onto the field of flowers, breathing heavily and still looking around.

"How...?"

You kneel between his legs and hug him tightly. "I made a wish. Those Dragon Balls are pretty handy... But we're here, Broly. My home." You smile, tears in your eyes. "We're safe here."

"You saved me?" Broly whispers, his hand coming to rest on your tattoo again. It's a comfort to him, your warm skin underneath his palm.

"Of course." You murmur. "You deserved so much more... I could only imagine showing you life on Albomaculata. No pain, no suffering... Just beautiful things."

"You are beautiful."

You smile at him and place a blue and white zantedeschia in his hair. He feels hazy and blinks slowly, drunk at the effects of the flowers and the air, not yet used to the romantic aura of the planet. He looks at you and smiles with hooded eyes. "The... zantedeschia is... with me?"

"Yes. And I'm with you too." You whisper, rubbing his chest and coaxing him to sleep. And when he wakes, you'll show him all of the love and life and colors he's missed out on. Your heart is already giddy at the thought of being home again and sharing it with Broly, giving him everything he's missed out on throughout his life.

[gremlin-writes-angst]

hiiii!! ive been binge reading your BP fics and gooosh!!! they're so good!!! the yandere fic is living inside my head rent free(especially toasty's part i love him so muuuch)!!! <3

anyway, can i request a fic where the MC told the LIs that 'they need some space' and they're like panicking internally, asking themselves if they messed up or something because they thought that the MC will break up with them, bUT actually MC just want some roomspace/just want to move out(together with them of course) because they have so many things already or maybe the MC just wants to have a pet?

and im sorry im on anon mode, im quite shy ><

I don't mind that people use anon, I have it open for a reason.

anyways I enjoyed writing this ( its the angst lover in me)

Slight Tw for yelling and cursing

You were putting away your clean dishes, mumbling to yourself.

“Where can this go? No no, I guess I can squeeze it in here?”

You say something like this with every dish you grab, you don't even have that many, you just don't have the proper room for them. You were so frustrated you didn't notice your boyfriend had finally woken up, he was staying with you over the summer before his job started, he was hired but his first day wasn't until the fall, and it was the last week before he'd have to go back. You were already missing him, in truth your frustration with the dishes was more about trying to forget he would be gone next week. Sure he'd still be a phone call away but you wouldn't be able to watch him wake up, you wouldn't be able to feel the warmth of his body, the smell of the perfume and cologne he wears, he'd just be an image on your screen. You focus back on the dishes not wanting to think about it. Grounding when you can't find room for another dish.

Nightowl rubs his eyes as he watches you move around, clearly frustrated.

“What wrong cutie?”

After finding a place for the dish you groan and answer Nightowl, your tone filled with frustration.

“I just- I need space.”

Nightowls groggy brain questions what that means, was it about your relationship? He thought he was being a little clingy but he thought you were fine with it, hearing you say that makes him think about how whiny and needy he must be, he feels selfish for not thinking about your feelings. He wants to make it better, whatever that means.

“I'm sorry, I can give you space.”

You pause, not understanding what Nightowl’s saying.

“What?”

“If you need space ill, I'll respect that, I know I'm annoying so I'll give you the space you want.”

“Nightowl? What are you-”

“I mean I'll still talk to you- unless you don't want that- I guess I could do that too. How much space do you need? Should I change my ticket to leave sooner?”

Nightowl is too tired to try and pretend he's okay with this, his face giving him away. His frown, his sad puppy dog eyes, the way wrinkles on his forehead. You look him in the eyes as you take his hands.

“No baby, I don't want space in our relationship, and I don't think you're annoying, and I will cry if you move your ticket up to a sooner date. I need physical space, for my dishes, and almost everything else in my apartment, it's so small.”

You watch as Nightowls face shifts into a happier one before he pulls you into a hug. you feel him sigh, you feel his wrath, you hear his heartbeat, you breathe in his cologne, everything about him makes your heart race, it doesn't help when he whispers into your ear.

“You should move in with me.”

You nod into the hug wanting to stay here forever, but your dream is ripped from you by Nightowl pushing you away.

“Wait! Really? You want to live with me? You'd move to my city for me? Ahhh this is so exciting, should we pack now?”

You laugh at how happy your boyfriend is, you know you're going to love moving in with him.

Quest was waiting for you to be done getting ready for your date. He was patiently strolling through his phone as he heard you shuffle around. When you come out of your room, you stand in front of him, gorgeous as ever, but with a scowl on your face. Quest laughs at the way your face scrunches.

“You okay angel?”

“ I need space.”

It was three simple words, and yet they made Quest freeze. His mind floods with reasons why you feel that way. Was he being too clingy? Were you tired of comforting him? Did he not show you how much he appreciated you? He was trying to find the positive in this, maybe he needed space. His mind goes back to the week before he met you, the cold feeling that surrounded everything he did, the cold feeling in his chest, the cold feeling that made his bed feel empty, loneliness. No, he didn't need space, space would only hurt him… but it would help you. If it's for you then he’ll do it, his pain is only a small side effect for your healing, it is not important. Maybe with space, you'll realize how much you love and want him, and that will be enough to make him forget about the nights he shivered with loneliness. He makes his decision, his voice deflated as he agrees.

“Ok.”

“Wait really!?”

He looks at your face, previously a scowl, now a large smile plastered on. Were you really that unhappy in this relationship? Am I that terrible of a boyfriend that leaving me put such a smile on their face? If any of that was the case, Quest would have to use the space to think about how he treats people. This space might be a good thing for him.

“Yeah.”

His voice still deflated. he watches you bounce to the door as you continue to talk, he stays on the couch, uncomfortable.

“This is going to be so great, I'll be able to wake up next to you every day. No more plane tickets or strangely timed calls. Oh, where should we live? I mean not here, it's too small for just me. We could get an apartment somewhere else, or we could live in your apartment. Your apartment is kind of big just for you.”

You bounce back into your living area, seeing Quest still seated, his face twisted in confusion. You become worried, especially when you notice his eyes are a little watery.

“Quest? Love? Are you okay?”

You realize that your excitement was could be overwhelming him.

“I'm sorry, we can talk about it another time. Or I can drop it, you don't see very onboard with this anyways.”

Quest shakes his head as he pulls you into his lap.

“No. No angel I’d love to live with you.”

“Then, then why did you look so scared and… sad?”

Quest blushes at the embarrassing truth he's about to share

“I- I thought when you said you need space, that you meant in our relationship like you wanted to take a break. And- I -I didn't want that.”

You never even considered that your word would be taken any other way, and now you feel at fault for Quest’s pain.

“Oh my gosh no, I would never, I was trying to drop the hint that I wanted to live with you. I'm so sorry, I should have been more clear.”

“No need to apologize, my brain just jumped to conclusions.”

You get up from his lap, reaching a hand out for him.

“Let's talk more about this on a date, come on lover boy.”

Quest takes your hand as you guide him to the door.

“Hey? If you thought I wanted space…why did you say yes? Do you want space, like in our relationship?”

“No!”

“Then why say yes?”

“I thought it would make you happy.”

Quest admits quietly, knowing how it sounds.

“But not you, I know you, you would have been sulking 24/7, you need to think about yourself more, stop thinking about others first.”

Quest opens his mouth to defend himself when you stop him, knowing what he was going to say

“Including me!”

He smiles at the fact you know him so well, and how you care for him, he's glad that you're going to live with him.

You had just got done shopping with Toasty, putting trying to put away all your new stuff. You knew you didn't have room for this but Toaster bought it anyway without your knowledge. He wanders into your room concerned by the sounds coming from there.

“Is everything OK?”

“No! No it is not! I just-i need space!”

You yell, frustrated at the room, redirecting it towards Toasty.

Their mind stays strangely calm after you say that. His mind shutting down anything that could hurt him trying to calm down. He knew this would happen eventually, they knew you were too good to be theirs. He tried to convince himself that he was prepared for this, it was inevitable.

“Ok, um goodbye.”

They turn and walk out of the room, slow tears falling from their eyes.

You realize what you said and rush out with Toasty grabbing his wrist and using force to turn them toward you. You look at their face, tears flowing down without a care, your heart breaks for them.

“No, no that's not what I meant. I- I think I want to live with you.”

Toasty takes a few seconds to process what you said but as soon as he realizes what you said his face instantly changes, blush filling his face, and a strange half-smile.

“What?! I-you-please explain I-my heart can’t?”

They work hard to speak but with their excitement and confusion, they struggle. You laugh a little before explaining.

“I need more apartment space or living space and- we've been together a while, we'd have a serious talk about it but, we could do it.”

You look into their eyes as more tears fall from their face, faster than before

“Or-if, not we-we can stay separated if you- of you prefer-”

You freak out at his reaction, afraid you scared him away, but then he interrupts you.

“No, I'd like that.”

He pulls you into a loose yet secure hug, it doesn't hide how he shakes with fear.

“I'm here.”

Your simple words break the last bit of his restraint, he lets himself sob in relief.

Even though you had been with Xyx for over a year this was the first time he came was able to visit you. You never had someone stay with you, so it revealed two things. One your apartment was too small, and two you loved living with Xyx. At first, you thought it was like a honeymoon phase, so you ignored the feeling but every time you woke up to see those green eyes admiring you, you struggled to push down the idea that this could be every day.

So you decided you would suggest it to Xyx, maybe he'll catch on, maybe he'd tell you he feels the same. so you try to drop hints, he never really caught on so you try to be more obvious. You get ready in front of a mirror, you can see Xyx watching from behind you. You move lightly hitting your elbow on something, you let out another hint after grounding about the pain.

“Uggg, I think I want a break for this, it's so confusing, I just need more space!”

Xyx doesn't listen to the tone of your voice, the way you joked, the way you are addressing the apartment, all he heard were the words, and all he sees is flash becks. Flashbacks where his ex said something very similar when he agreed. Flashbacks of weeks later when his ex was with someone else, how they would tell him.

“We're not together right now, you can't get mad.”

Flashbacks after flashbacks where his ex would ask for a break, every time was because they wanted to get with someone else, without losing Xyx. He won't do it again, he knows this road and he refuses to go down it again.

“I don't do breaks, if you want some space then we’re done.”

You stand there frozen at Xyx's harsh voice, he moves to leave the room as you try and move. When he's out of the room your body finally moves, cursing yourself for your wording as you frantically try and get to Xyx. You move and hit your elbow, toe, and head as you try to move to yell as you do

“Fuck! Shit! Xyx! Goddammit!”

Xyx has to stop himself from caring about your pain, you just ripped his heart out of his chest. Why should he care about your pain?

You rush to him finally getting to him out of breath from the yelling and pain. You try to explain but you are cut off by Xyx.

“I don't want to hear it. I'm not going to change my mind, I don't want to take a break and I don't stay in relationships where they don't want to be with me.”

“I want to live with you”

Xyx stumbles a little as he collects his stuff but then continues, it's just a lie. He checks his bags, he decides everything that's not on him he can rebuy he just needs out of here. He heads to the door when he is stopped by you, your arms spread defensively, your face flushed out of all the movement and anxiety. Xyx thinks you look cute but shuts his thoughts down quickly, it's over, he needs to stop thinking that way.

“Xyx, I'm serious. I wasn't talking about our relationship, I was talking about this place, my apartment. I've been trying to drop hints that I don't want to live here, hoping you'd catch on, slyly suggest living with you. I didn't think you'd take it that way. Please, please, believe me, don't leave here, don't leave me.”

Tears stream down your face as you fight the possibility that Xyx will leave you. Ignoring the memories that flash in your mind, the days you cried yourself to sleep from the loneliness, the days before Xyx. You hate yourself for ruining this, ready to let Xyx leave, maybe it'll be best for him to leave you, but then you hear him. His voice is low, soft, depressed. He only ever talked with this voice when the Cat was sick.

“I won't leave.”

You forget everything you previously thought as you fall into Xyx’s arms, you breathe a little hard as you let the adrenaline calm down. Apologies continue to fall from your mouth as you let Xyx guide you to your room. He positions the two of you on the bed, he holds you tight, so tight you realize how scared he was. He was trembling, you really scared him, you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him just as tight. The two of you stay there for a long time, the two of you would talk about living together later, right now was about comforting each other.

[souyasbabyy]

• pairing: sanzu x gn!reader, taiju x gn!reader

• request by @etherealaesthetic-anon: May I request? You don't have to do this, I understand. Your probably not at your best, so it's fine if you decline. So, Sanzu with a distant/asocial! Dancer! GN kid, Taiju with a quiet/timid! Musician! GN! kid and/or Kokonoi with a blunt/kind! Theatre! GN kid. Where they accidentally missed out on one of reader's biggest events and reader is deathly calm about it. Then when their dad confronts reader, reader looks at them before saying "it's fine, I'm used to it. You always did this, you're busy. I don't know why I got my hopes up." It's sad because reader doesn't even look mad, they're disappointed, but understanding that they probably couldn't have made it and they're busy, so why even bothering to ask them

• genre: angst

• warning: daddy issues (is it a warning?)

• note: hiii baby, thank you for your request and don't worry you can request anytime even if i'm not feeling well i'll do it after so you can always send request if my request are open. i still don't write for kokonoi so i didn't put him in it, i hope you'll like it, sorry again that it took so much time for me to write it, love u <3

—sanzu

Your dad knew how important it was for you that he was there at the show your group organised. You thought that he would come, you really did, he assured you the morning before you left, yet when you asked one of your friend if they saw him they sayed that no one was at the sit reserved for him.

You nod disappointedly, it's not like you weren't used to it anyway.

You did your performance and you were at your best, at the end everyone praised you.

When you were back home you saw your dad, on his phone probably working "How was your day?" he ask without looking at you "Good" you just answer. He finally look up when he saw you getting near him and he saw your dance clothes. His mouth open "Oh my fucking god I'm so sorry I couldn't-" he say, "It's fine, I'm used to it. You always did this, you're busy. I don't know why I thought that you would this time." you smile and he could see that you were actually sad. You walk to the kitchen asking if he ordered something as if nothing even happened and that you weren't disappointed and he looked at you hoping that he could have been a better dad for you.

— taiju

You could remember one week before the little concert you and your band organiseds you asked your dad to come, you were nervous thinking that he'd say that he was busy, but for once he said that he'll go. You were happy, it was very first stage with your band, you just couldn't wait and the fact that your dad would be there made it all better. You wanted to make him proud of you and show him that you're good and that you can do things all by yourself.

The night of the concert came faster than you thought it would and you were so nervous, you haven't heard anything form your dad the entire day and you didn't wanted to disturb so you haven't asked him if he as still coming. During the concert you were having fun, but you were looking at where your father was supposed to be and his empty sit was like receiving a knife in your heart. Again... You decide to not let yourself down though and enjoy this night that is supposed to be one of the best of your life.

You came back home pretty late, your dad was waiting for you "Have you seen what time it is? Why are you coming back so late?" he ask, you look at him, scoffing "My concert it was tonight, not that you care though"you say walking past him to go to your bedroom. He frown before following "Shit, Y/n I completely forgot something happened at the restaurant and-", "It's okay, it really is, don't worry I'm used to it, I'm not even mad" you says, smiling at him "Good night" you say before entering your bedroom. He stayed in front of your door a little, maybe he was expecting you to come back out of your room and yell that you wanted him to be there, but the fact you didn't showed just enough that you really hope that this time he would make the effort to be a father.

[rushipedia]

hello, may i ask for a short story between the reader and albedo in angst? like a reader who died in a laboratory explosion. If you don't mind this. cotton-soft greetings to you ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Albedo Grieving Over Y/N's Death

A/N: WAOAAH COTTON-SOFT GREETINGS BACK TO U THATS SO CUTE ANON!! Ahem... anyway.. certainly! I love writing angst, sorry Albedo, my boy... ily i swear... ALSOSORRY if it's a little out of character, but i see him as someone who would try to act like he doesn't care much, lest he is seen as weak by the untrustworthy people around him.

Gender-neutral reader! Requests are open!

Wordcount: 696

Pairing: Albedo x reader

Flavor: Angst, hurt no comfort

Warnings: Talks of grieving, he's a little obsessive towards the beginning

Writing under the cut so it doesn't clog up anyone's dashboard. :3

It was just yesterday that you were standing beside him. You were always spouting jokes that he didn't understand, but you two laughed anyways. He wishes he'd taken better care not to get distracted.

It was a simple mix of ingredients. A recipe a skilled alchemist like him should be able to pull off with his eyes closed, but his eyes weren't closed. They were clouded by you, you, you, and only you.

He'd only looked away for a second. There was a loud boom and you were in his arms as he begged you to keep your eyes open. He'd made the foolish mistake of learning only to create and destroy life, not to repair and preserve it.

He sits at his desk with his head in his hands. The Knights of Fevonious Headquarters had a different air to it today. You were not there, and you wouldn't be returning. It surprised him when teardrops fell onto his papers underneath them. He was never one to cry; feel sad, feel anything really. But you had taught him many things. Love, happiness, and now grief.

There was a knock on the door to his lab. He cleared his throat and wiped his eyes hastily. He hoped they wouldn't irritate and turn red, a clear sign to anyone that he'd been weeping.

"Come in." He called. It was Jean. She looked at him with pity in her eyes and it jarred something inside of him.

"Albedo, we know how special y/n was to you," Jean said, stepping into the room. Sucrose peeked in from the doorway, her eyes and nose red. "You're very welcome to take as much time off as you need. Grieving is a long process, and we want to make it as easy as possible for you."

But her words struck the question, 'we'? He doesn't know who 'we' is. Whether it be Jean and Sucrose, the Knights of Fevonious as a whole, he doesn't care. He doesn't need their pity.

"Thank you, Grand Master Jean, but I'm afraid it won't be necessary." He said, pulling his coat off of the chair he sat in moments before. He pulled it on. Jean stands there still, a sullen look on her features. She looks like she's barely holding herself together. But he doesn't think about it anymore. He respects her and the things she's done to get to where she is, even if he doesn't particularly trust her.

He grabs a stack of papers off his desk, the ones he'd been looking at before his slip in composure, and shoves them into a bag. He slings it over his shoulder and walks past Jean and Sucrose.

He casts a glance at Sucrose. He doesn't know if he can trust her either. After all, he couldn't even trust himself to keep you safe. His eyes prickle again and he shuts them tightly.

His leg bumps into something and he hears a small 'oof!' as whatever it is backward onto the ground. He opens his eyes and blinks down. It's Klee. She's holding a piece of paper.

"Mister Albedo!" She says, a grin on her face. He gives her a small smile back and kneels down to her height. He goes to ask if she's okay, but she hops up from the floor easily. "Have you seen y/n today? I drew this for her... well, I guess you can look at it, too."

She giggles and holds up her drawing. He takes it gently and looks at it. Just hearing her name is gut-wrenching. It's of Klee, y/n, and him holding hands. A typical child's drawing. But his resolve cracks.

"Klee," He says, quietly, dropping his head as tears roll down his cheeks again, he hopes the child in front of him can't see. Jean and Sucrose come running as he lets out a sob, holding the drawing close to his chest. Klee doesn't know what she did wrong but tries to make it better.

She hugs what she can of Albedo's hunched-over form. Albedo feels Jean's hands on his shoulders. He can hear her telling Sucrose to fetch Barbara, but then he retreats into himself. His vision is blurry, and he wishes he wasn't taught these feelings. It hurts so much.

rushipedia ☆ 2021

[inktae]

it's been so long, but i used to talk to you as an anon called "titania". anyway, something randomly made me think of you and how much i used to enjoy your stories (i'm probably rereading some of them soon) and i just wanna say that i hope you're happy. :)

Hello there!!! 

Soooo, yeah…. probably very surprising I’m showing up around here what, 3-4 years later!? Whoops 😅 really sorry about that guys.

But I don’t know… recently I’ve been thinking a lot of tumblr, and all the good memories I have from this place. Something just compelled me to come here today, and seeing all of the recent messages (yours included, Titania ❤️) of people that still remember me, after all this time, warms my heart and makes me tear up. It’s honestly amazing that the impact my stories had all those years ago is still present and fresh to some people. It makes me feel genuinely happy!! 

I thought I owed you guys a quick update on my life and how I’ve been doing, and hey, if you also want to chat and/or just send me a message, it’s absolutely welcome :) 

So… where to start!? A lot has changed since I was active in here, it’s been so long (can’t believe I’m almost 30 years old :D). I remember the years I was a BTS fanfic writer as a turbulent time in my past, which I don’t think I ever truly showed on here. Writing was an escape, and writing angst was my way of dealing with emotions I didn’t know how to manage (now I do, yay therapy). It’s probably the reason why I was so good at it — all of that sadness was inside myself and it was the only way I could let it out.

I don’t write anymore, haven’t had for a while (probably a couple years), but it’s something I want to go back to eventually. I suppose it’s hard to find motivation when it’s not an escape anymore, and it was more of a tool I needed to survive back then. Now that life is much better, it’s hard to find a reason to sit down and write for hours, getting lost in fantasy worlds. But hopefully I’ll find it sooner or later — it’s definitely a skill I don’t want to abandon. Just need to get into a new kind of mindset, I guess :)

So, as for life updates… like I said, a lot has changed! I believe I was still living with my parents when I was last active here (2018). A few months after that I moved out, became independent, and quickly realized how toxic my family life was. I obtained a new kind of freedom and learnt more about myself than I ever had in the past. Leaving my parents and lowering contact with them definitely changed me for the better, which I believe is why I stopped needing to write so much. 

I lived with three roommates for a while, which wasn’t smooth sailing... I didn’t connect with them in any way, and I was still learning how to live on my own, which came with its own problems and unfortunately provoked lots of fights amongst us ^^’ so that was definitely a learning period heh. I left after a year to live with another friend, which went WAY better, and then, as life would have it, I met a very cute, incredible boy who is still my partner to this day and the most important person in my life. 

We have been living together for a year and even have a dog together! a very stubborn, very rebellious but absolutely gorgeous 1 year old pup :)) honestly it’s an amazing relationship, it’s not perfect and we’ve obviously had some rocky moments, but we have healthy communication and we understand each other like no one else does. Sometimes I still have to pinch myself, because I never thought I would ever meet someone like him, someone I could connect with so deeply. We have been together for almost 2 years, and still going very strong. It's a very stable and solid relationship, we're both into therapy and communicating every issue (though I have to say he's way more emotionally mature than I am haha) which is amazing.

I’m also into spiritualism these days and spend quite a lot of time getting to know myself, learning about breaking down social constructs and inner beliefs, meditation and practicing mindfulness. It’s something I’m excited to continue exploring and it has led me to want a quieter life for myself in the future. Bf and I are actually making plans for the longterm to move far away from the city center, so we can live closer to nature and feel more connected to the earth (sounds like hippie stuff but I promise it's not lol).

To give you one last anecdote (a not so happy one) I did get covid twice and it was absolute HELL for me, even developed pneumonia which was no fun and quite scary. I hope none of you guys had to go through this and if you got covid (statistically speaking, chances are most of you did) I hope it wasn't as destructive as it was for me.

I think that's it! the important stuff, at least. Honestly, if you told me 4 years ago this was going to be my life I would have laughed in your face. I’ve come a long way (mostly thanks to therapy!!) and I have so many exciting plans for the future that I can’t wait for. :’)

So.. even though coming back here and being active as a tumblr writing is not in my plans anymore, I do remember this blog with so much fondness. It definitely saved me and protected me back then, it helped me feel less alone and played an important part in growing my confidence, mostly thanks to readers and followers like you, who cheered me on and believed in me even if you didn’t know me personally. You guys really have no idea how much you helped me.

I will read over the messages you guys have been leaving me these last few years, and like I said, if you want to chat and leave me a message you’re welcome to do so. I’m not writing fanfics anymore but I’d still be very happy to hear from you all.

If you read all of this, thank you ❤️ I wish you all well and I hope you’re all doing amazing!!

Mari

[gamerbearmira]

Koopa Alma was contently letting the children climb and cuddle her, she was used to it both from her own children and from her adorable grandchildren.

"So what are things like in your world? I'm guessing our little girls still married their loves..." Cocooned asked curious over the differences in the worlds.

"Oh they are. But something happened and everyone's memories got screwed up." Pedro, her Ghost King not Cocooned or Mermaids Pedro, said making her daughters both look at her surprised.

"What?" Pepa was the one to ask as she stared at her parents.

"Yes a few months after Antonio was born there was a bright light and everyone's memories got screwed up but mine and Pedro's. Him because he's a ghost, the ghost king at that, and me because I was too strong for whatever it was. My children, and yes that includes Felix and Agustin, forgot that Pepa and Julie were married to Felix and Agustin. They somehow even forgot that they had given birth to my adorable nietas." Alma said and Pepa and Julietas eyes widened and their cheeks flushed as they stared at the red or green clas husbands who stared back stunned.

"Not sure if the little ones remember but I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't. Their minds are very young after all." Alma said shrugging as she looked at her grandchildren who were happily playing with a much younger Alma.

"Any more Families going to show up? Preferably a normal one or at least a human looking-" Whap!

Housebroken Alma was cut off when a sandal hit her in the face. Looking for the culprit everyone saw little Alma puffed up and glaring, her other shoe in her hand.

"You be quiet! You're a big meanie and I don't like you and you're hurting their feelings!" Little Alma said stalking up to the older one and waving her sandal pointedly.

"I was quite before cause I'm little and not supposed to fight but you were mean to all my tias and tios and primos and primas and my hermana and didn't listen to the big Alma's who told you how bad you were! No one makes my hermana sad!" Little Alma said and she was whacking the woman with her shoe now.

"She's feisty for such a little thing." Koopa Alma said grinning although there was smoke slowly coming from her mouth. A warning of what she would do if the other woman tried to strike the child.

"Course she is. She's you love. And related to Pepa."

OH????

Memory loss arc??? I am looking respectfully 👁👁 No but seriously, it does make me wonder. I understand Pedro and Alma not being affected, but it makes me wonder why the others were affected. And where did the light come from?

Also, young Alma. Just. Being the best and defending everyone despite being the you best and smallest Alma. BECAUSE THE AUDACITY HOUSEBROKEN ALMA HAD. HOW DARE SHE. anyway, stan young Alma❤❤❤❤

@canadasflowercrown what does thy think?

The other three Alma’s not really caring about what they say until Madame Soul Alma gets involved:

And three whole requests! A record! 🏃‍♀️💨💨 (they’re actually from last night but I fell asleep. Again. I’m sorry ☠️☠️ Also snippet anon, I don't want to overwhelm you, so let me know if you want to stop and need a break :)))) Health always comes first besties, remember to drink water too <3)

✨You’ve got mail!✨

Anon asks:

“The Alma quad of the four almas gets a anonymous letter with a golden arepa.

The letter says the arepa goes to the best Alma. Who does it go to. ‘Magic arepa will make your family healthy forever’”

kmlightfury asks:

“Another thing, have your different AU's meet the PapaMariano werewolf AU? if not what would they reactions be and their thoughts on that someone that is not related to the family was the one to take in both Mirabel and Antonio and become their parental figure”

And this one is an idea for a friend! It’s kind of dark, so understandable if you don’t wanna do it <3:

“Fnaf encanto AU: Basically Alma kept making animatronics and the accidents they did resulted in the death of her grandchildren. They did not come back. How would the other Alma's react?"

[servicetopkaradanvers]

I'm not sure if this is exactly the right place to say this, but I don't know if there is. And you're a smart person and critical thinker who has talked about this before. If this is totally weird, you can just delete it ofc. I've never properly watched Supergirl but I started reading fanfic around the time my mental health got real bad so it was a comfort thing I didn't bring too much thought to. I really identify with Lena and in the past, part of me has understood her actions-

and I know that they're wrong. The anti-alien rhetoric is obviously an allegory for racism or homophobia. She's violated people's basic human rights. And I'm scared that I'm a bad person because sometimes, I kind of get it. Which is insane because i'm a lesbian enby of color, i mean i get targeted by most of the -ist/ism actions. And I'm also too tired to think about things critically all the time. Supercorp was my comfort fic, content thing-

I knew it was problematic (the whole James thing makes me sick to my stomach, scared and sad) but I didn't know that Lena as a character was written that way. The metaphors never really clicked in my head because I never thought about it, but now I feel absolutely horrible about myself because I like and identify with Lena. I'm not really sure how to move on from here- I'm just tired. I wish there could be just one thing, one piece of media that wasn't prejudiced (granted sg is not the place to go if you want decent rep and the like) and all of those things I said earlier. Its just me somehow trying to justify how I felt and empathized with something I shouldn't have. So yeah, sorry that was really long. I hope you have a lovely day- sorry for the spam

FIRST of all, you’re fine, babe! Both in sending me this and in enjoying The Bad Media. That’s my thesis here: You’re fine. With this in mind, let’s unpack this big ol suitcase:

We’re living in a fandom moment where more than ever before, we’re thinking about the ideas we consume in fiction and how they may or may not affect us. This is a net positive! Fiction is not reality, but it undeniably impacts it, so for this and many other reasons, we should always think critically about what resonates with us and why. Does this mean dissecting every facet of something to find all the ways it might fall in line with oppressive power structures? Absolutely not.

You, as an individual, do not owe anyone an explanation for why you enjoy anything. Period. How you relate to a given character or why you like them is nobody's business but your own.

Supergirl, as a piece of media, is singularly awful in its lackluster lipservice to progressivism while simultaneously refusing to deliver any progressive themes. Socially and politically, it is a useless liberal wet dream. Kara is an immigrant from a dead culture working as the muscle for a secret FBI offshoot with zero accountability for all of the other aliens in diaspora she has rounded up and dumped into a cell without trial. Alex is allegedly a lesbian, but the key points of her endgame relationship are constantly deemed not important enough to get screen time, which is made even more absurd when examined from the angle that this series is marketed directly toward LGBT people. An embarrassing percentage of villains on this show are women of color, which is particularly loud when there are only 2 women in the main cast who aren't white. And "main" is extremely generous, given that Kelly is just there to Give Advice Good and everything M'gann says and does is as dry as toast.

My point here is that the whole show is rotted to its roots, and whatever quietly libertarian or even fascism-enabling bullshit they push onto Lena in a given week is par for the crusty, shitty course. Kara deciding that she's ok with the alien detection device because "there are bad aliens" is a lovely (read: awful) microcosm of why this show sucks so fucking hard. "People are entitled to their opinions" is for debates on whether pineapple goes on pizza, not for whether we should casually out, endanger, and disenfranchise our [insert minority metaphor here] because some of them are mean.

But what I would love for this fandom to wrap its head around, and what I hope you understand, anon, is that just because it happens on the show, doesn't mean we have to give a rat's ass about it. What the hell is The Canon, anyway? Especially in the case for Supergirl, which can't even get its own continuity right. Especially for an IP that has been rebooted dozens of times before and will be rebooted again in the future. We can just decide that Lena realized the horrible injustices she enabled through her position of power. We can even decide that they just didn't happen at all! This is all fake. It's not set in stone. Who came up with it, anyway? A network with a list of buzzwords they want included and a couple of D-tier showrunners cranking down caffeine to meet an absurdly tight deadline. It's not special. I can guarantee that you care about it infinitely more than they do, and you haven't even watched the damn show.

On a more personal level, people who are hurt, depressed, or traumatized have always and will always look for themselves in fiction. Myself included! And despite what lofty platitudes there may be on the matter, suffering does not make us kind. It does not make us better. Sometimes it's just suffering. Often it pulls us further from who we are meant to be. Often it just makes us "worse."

Trauma has made Lena emotionally brittle. A lifetime of manipulation and abuse has taught her to compartmentalize herself and lock her feelings behind a maze of doors. When she does let love in, she accepts it so wild and vulnerable that she can't see the red flags behind the rosy lenses. She latches so hard onto people she deems virtuous that she holds them to a standard none could fulfill. Her pain has to go somewhere, so it oozes out of her, into Non Nocere, into the post-reveal rift. She's a powder keg, and Kara spent 4 years shoveling more gunpowder onto the pile while holding the match between her teeth.

And despite these fatal flaws that make perfect sense through the eyes of Lena's trauma, she is so full of love. Like Kara, her suffering did not make her kind. She is kind in spite of her suffering. These are the characters we are drawn to when we're hurting. Lena’s trauma is an inextricable part of her, but it is not all of her, and neither are her mistakes.

There truly is not and never will be a piece of media that is absolutely innocent of the harmful structures thrust upon us by society, because we ourselves also participate in that society whether we are critical of it or not, whether we strive to change it or not. I'm flawed. You're flawed. Bettering ourselves is not a journey toward an ultimate destination of perfection. It is a garden we nurture in an endless labor of love because the joy that comes from seeing it flourish and change vastly outweighs the work we put into it and the weeds popping up around its unkempt edges. This is a lesson Lena herself could probably stand to internalize. Probably with lots and lots of therapy. Lots. And lots.

So, to circle back to the start of this? You're fine. You recognized the logic in a traumatized character's mistakes because our own gravest errors more often than not stem from the ways we have been harmed in the past. It's what makes Lena (or, at the very least, the many adaptations of Lena that exist in this fandom) a good character. She is, to her core, characterized proof that a crumbling foundation and poisonous soil do not define us. Which is why watching her heal and grow and learn a healthier kind of love is so, so wonderful.

In closing, I think it's worth mentioning that being critical of media does not mean that we stop enjoying the parts of it we like. There is a lot of gold to be pulled from the steaming pile of shit that is CW Supergirl, and that's why we're all here in the first place. So I really hope you can continue to enjoy it in whatever way makes you smile <3

[darkkitty1208]

Hey! How are you? I literally just arived in the ironstrange ship and I love your blog, can I ask you about your thoughts about those two? How they feel about each other, I'm really curious to know what others think of how Strange felt about the end of the Marvel first part (endgame), particularly *spoilers* when he lifts his finger to Tony, the face he makes break ny heart! Thank you for sharing your time, stay safe!!! (oh, sorry if there is any mistake, english is not my first language)

Hello, anon! I'm glad you're enjoying my blog so far :)

Welcome to the IronStrange Family, where chaos and sass are mixed into one! We're glad to have you as part of us. Anyway, I love screaming, babbling, and flailing about Ironstrange, and I've been waiting AGES for someone to ask this, so get ready for a hell of a roller coaster ride on this one.

Disclaimer: the opinions you'll be reading here is mostly due to the influence of multiple fics from this fandom, and most of them are not necessarily canon. I had most of these out of shower thoughts, so please don't mind me as I convey and pour everything I've thought and felt of them in this whole... whatever you call this is.

Honestly I feel that both Tony and Stephen have incredibly similar personalities, both as arrogant and stubborn as the other. But deep inside, they're just fragile and incredibly sensitive beings that have been through enough -- if not, far too much -- things in the world. What they have most in common, though, is that they masked it with arrogance, sarcasm, or humour on the outside. Which is why, I presume, they can easily understand each other very well.

I always think that both Tony and Stephen have some sort of special connection. All their lives, they probably have been searching for someone that could actually fit their standards, someone that could actually keep up, who comes up with nastier and even more sarcastic remarks in conversations for banter, who understand how the world works, who understands their thoughts and way of thinking, both emotionally and logically. And with how similar they are to each other, I find them like two pieces of a puzzle meant to be put into one. Because that's what they are; two broken pieces meant to be together. They complete each other, because they were just meant to be, but the universe wasn't merciful enough to give them a chance to indulge in that fact. About that scene specifically, honestly it just reminds me of how ridiculous it is for us to actually ship two characters in the MCU (comics aside) that technically know nothing of the other. But my actual thoughts about it:

Some fics describe that Stephen has seen millions of different versions of Tony, and that he's quite impressed ('impressed' is definitely an understatement) of how selfless, courageous, and simply beautiful the man is, to the point he fell in love (quite to his dismay) with him. It's probably why he had that haunted look on his face when he raised his finger, because he knew exactly what was to happen, knew exactly that he had to do this so they could win, and it's honestly agonizing how sad the inevitable outcome of that story is. Which is why, we make fanfics! Where we technically ignore whatever is canon and pretend like they love and live happily with each other! But beware, angsty fics do exist (and I'll admit, I love reading it, too, sometimes) and those might make you cry.

I still have a lot to say in storage but, I'll save it for another time. Nevertheless, I hope that answers your questions! P.S., I happen to be a non-native english speaker, too, so don't worry about making mistakes :)