#apparently anon took offence

[laf-outloud]

Nice of your followers to say “cunty little jab” over me simply saying you would see the atmosphere is great at a CE con if you attended. No, it was not a jab, it was in relation you saying even the Jensen leaning fans etc were nice at fanx. Well, you would see the same is true if you attended a CE con. But go on and be weirdly defensive for no reason, but don’t project it on me, a person just making a comment.

Um… I’m not the one being weirdly defensive here.

[koishiro]

# - “𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐃𝐎? 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘?”

☆彡 1 : 29pm

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : In which Megumi has a hidden crush on you and plans to keep it that way until a certain pink haired boy and 6’3 man-child take it upon themselves to help.

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ — 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : The fluffiest of fluff

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megumi fushiguro is not new to the feeling of embarrassment.

In fact, he’s quite used to it considering he’s best friends with Itadori Yuji and Nobara Kugisaki, who apparently can’t go a single day without causing some sort of a scene. As well as being raised by a certain white haired, 6’3 man adorned with a black blindfold.

“Stop it! Why didn’t you order your own if you’re just gonna eat off my plate?!” A certain pink haired boy screamed, slapping away the greedy hands of the ginger.

Nobara quickly whips back her hands to her chest, cradling them with a look of offence for one, being slapped and two, being denied food, replied; “maybe because I wasn’t hungry then?!”

Yuji stared at Nobara with a blank face, “go order now then!”

Now it was Nobara’s turn to stare at Yuji, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “No! cause it’ll take too long and I won’t be hungry by then!”

“Yeah cause you’ll have eaten all of mine!” At this point, Megumi wanted to slam his head onto the table as if to wake him up from this embarrassment. But he couldn’t, because if that were to happen then he’d gain the attention of a certain y/c/h sat just three tables away.

All Megumi had done since they arrived 30 minutes ago was sit in a corner booth, with his head turned towards you and stare at your angelic form while sat opposite the two loudest idiots he calls his best friends with half his face buried in his high collar.

That was until you turned your pretty head towards them. Their table. Him.

At this realisation, Megumi’s eyes widened and a blush crept up his neck and stained his cheeks as he quickly whipped his head in the opposite direction, conveniently towards the wall next to him.

Or maybe not so convenient considering he probably looked like an idiot staring at a plain wall. But what else was he supposed to do when the one person he actually liked was staring straight at him?

Well, maybe not at him exactly but he was grouped with these idiots considering he was sat at the same table so that counted for something.

This was certainly not the way he wanted you to notice him.

And this did not go unnoticed by a particular boy sat opposite him, suddenly forgetting the petty argument moments before as he he took notice of his friends red face hidden in the collar of his uniform. Also, why was he staring at a wall? He’d barely even touched his food?

Observing the repetitive way Megumi’s eyes would go back and forth from darting around the cafe to quickly look at something or someone across the room.

Confused, Yuji’s eyes slowly followed where Megumi’s went.

Oh.

Oh.

The next day, Yuji took it upon himself to help his best friend out. And who better to recruit than the one and (thankfully) only Satoru Gojo, who was very keen on taking part in this plan.

What kind of adoptive father would he be if he didn’t help his growing son find love. Just the thought brought a tear to his eye.

Sat behind the dark haired boy in question, Yuji, as inconspicuous as he could possibly be (considering he was sat next to Nobara), raised his hand in a thumbs up motion. A signal that the plan was ready.

Satoru took notice of this as well as the longing gaze Megumi held as he tried to discreetly take a glance at you every few seconds. How had he not noticed before?

With a very loud and very obvious fake cough, Satoru gained the attention of his students. Satoru went to stand from his chair when he accidentally knocked some books over which were conveniently (or not so conveniently) placed on the corner of his desk where the said books landed on his feet, perfect.

“Ak! I’m injured!! Man down!” Their teacher yelled as he dramatically fell to the floor with the back of his hand placed on his forehead as if he was in one of Nobara’s dramas. He probably took inspiration from them actually.

The students, clearly not fazed in the slightest, turned back to their previous conversations ignoring the cries for help coming from the floor. Except for you of course.

Standing up and making your way towards your “injured” teacher, you crouched down to eye level as he lay motionless on the floor as if already succumbed to his fatal injuries if not for him peeking from under the arm that lay across his face.

“OH! Y/n-chan! My saviour! I feel as though I may not make it…” the said teacher explained in an overly dramatic sigh. “I’m sure you will Gojo” you replied with a slight pat on his stomach. “But if I don’t… I want you to do something for me-”

Before Gojo could ramble on any further he was cut short, “I’m not buying you mochi” you stated with a blank face.

“I understand why you would think that but no” he started before quickly switching back into his role, “these books that just so happened to fall in unison onto my now clearly fractured foot, needed to be delivered to principal Yaga! Oh what am I to do now!” Your teacher explained in an almost pained voice while flailing around on the floor.

“Why doesn’t Y/n do it!” The pink haired boy popped up from behind Megumi, who had been watching the ridiculous scene play out. “What a wonderful idea Yuji! Oh could you Y/n-chan? Would you help an injured man like me deliver these urgently needed books for me?” Gojo’s voice now laced with faux desperation while you were left confused, did he owe principal Yaga something again? Is that what this was about?

“Uhm, I suppose so, sure.” You could barely get the words out before Gojo jumped up onto his feet, realising his mistake and quickly leaning against his desk, the “fractured” foot elevated in the air. “Megumi! Why don’t you help Y/n-chan out huh? Be a gentleman will you?”

Megumi, already figuring out what he was up to planned on declining before he set his eyes on you. He didn’t care if he came off as rude, but to you? Megumi didn’t want you to think he was some sort of high and mighty jerk. That was the last thing he wanted.

So with a huff, Megumi stood, stuffing both hands into his pockets as he made his way towards you.

“You didn’t need to help me. They aren’t that heavy anyway” you tried explaining as you both walked towards Yaga’s office, trying to fill the silence with something, anything.

“It’s fine, really.” Did you not like his presence? Why were you acting so awkward? “So… your friends are pretty loud huh” you chuckled out.

Megumi grimaced at the recent memory, “You remember that?” He prayed that you wouldn’t remember that time, or at least not remember him.

“How could I not, it was pretty entertaining. Especially the way you stared at a wall” so you did notice him. “It was better than listening to them squabble.” He grumbled out with a sour look plastered on his face until he heard the prettiest sound leave your mouth, reminding him of a soft melody.

You laughed. Sure it was at him but you laughed at him. He made you laugh!

“Squabble? What are you? An old man?” You managed to wheeze out, the previous awkwardness quickly forgotten about.

“Y’know, with the way you’re teasing me and if I didn’t know any better, I might think you like me” what was meant to come out as a joke only started a chain of teasing on both parts. “I could say the same to you mr. Fushiguro” you retorted, a sly smile sneaking it’s way onto your face.

“And if I do? Would that be okay?” The sudden seriousness his voice held startled you. Slowing to a stop, you looked up at his tall frame and saw how genuine and truthful his eyes were causing a blush to quickly rise to your cheeks.

Averting your gaze towards the floor, you answered with a small smile,

“I suppose it would”

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— 𝘒𝘰𝘪 𝘹𝘰

[b000mbayah]

Hii I love your yandere writings! Can I please request yandere aespa's reaction to s/o killing or hurting someone for them out of jealousy?

-🎀 (if emoji isn't taken yet 💗)

Yandere!Aespa reaction to their S/O killing someone for them out of jealousy

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Word count: 2,217

Warnings: murder, blood, self identity crisis

A/n: Hiii, thank you for your support 🎀 anon!! I chose the murder/killing route for a more permanent effect on the lovely girls of aespa. I hope that's okay 😅

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The very last words that you utter in your entire life, right before you die, are pretty telling, no? What you say on your deathbed, or if you know you're going to die- you'll always be searching, searching for someone you know so you can tell them that you love and appreciate them before you succumb to your inevitable demise…

It all has an impact.

You knew that, the world knew that, so there were laws set in place.

In 1752, the Act for 'better preventing horrid crime of murder' was passed into the law system after swiftly moving through Commons and the Lords and receiving royal assent from the monarch themselves.

And that was one country alone.

Several other countries have since created the term of criminal offence and justice as buildings like law firms, prisons, courts, and far more were built on a regular basis.

Crime rates dropped significantly around most of the world, and with a world developing at the fastest it has ever been, murder is next to impossible to get away with…

And yet, you still climbed through those restrictions and laws to make such a bold point.

It was unintentional- or so you told yourself- but deep down you know a part of you has malicious intentions, that you had secretly and unknowingly wanted to do this to the female who had caused you great frustration.

The woman had bought your girlfriend a drink, just one drink, but soon that one drink turned into two drinks, then three, and all of a sudden she was a whole new person- except not really.

She had the same problematic and cocky look in her eyes when she took her seat next to your girlfriend as she did when you pulled her out of it.

But now that look was diminished, almost banished from her eyes as she looked up at you with a coldness, her eyes coaxed in a fixed frosty numbness, gone grey and aged apparent with apathy. There was no love left in those eyes, not even fear or regret, but only a growing extermination.

You felt almost as if this was the arrival of the zombie apocalypse, and you dread the lack of pre-warning and preparing from the occasion because it happened all too fast. You quickly began to fear the unrealistic possibility of her subconscious eyes staring back at you with a mind still manufacturing thoughts behind them, and thought the living had all grown quite mad with themselves and the judgmental society.

She would be right too- her zombified mind that would serve no real purpose- and it's drilling nightmares into your skull already. The educational advantages she could then have over you is jarring, but maybe you were just overreacting.

I mean- the delusions had caught up to you. As someone who's never committed such a violation in their life, surely you were bound to find some emotions within yourself.

It was apparent, however, that you lacked guilt, responsibility and even a genuine care for what you've done. Only a makeshift of impossible thoughts play on repeat.

You're not quite sure how long you had been staring into her already half sunken eyes when the sound of steady footsteps sunk in.

You hadn't had enough time to dispose of the body, or to clean her of your fingerprints, or to mentally prepare yourself, or to-, or to-

Karina

"Y/n?"

Your blood ran cold. The loving voice of someone all too familiar turned daunting as it called out your name. You could hear it, your ears hyper fixated on it as it bounces from one black bag full of unknowing trash to the next. It echoed down the narrow walls of the alley. It rippled your mindset.

"K-karina" you so stupidly called back, your tongue freezing as a stalemate claws at your gone dry throat.

"What are you doing down here… Oh?" Shamefully, you turned your head to the voice. You could feel your heart rate skyrocket in comparison to before you were caught red handed- quite literally. Your head spun, and your vision dotted with various shades of black as you began to wobble on the spot.

Karina- having noticed this- carefully made her way over to you, a grin quickly growing on her face as she moves her hands to stabilise you, ensuring you stay standing.

"You murdered her, right?" At her words, all you could do was let out a sudden sob of regret, your head turning to your feet.

You could feel Karina pull you closer. She didn't intentionally mean to make you sob. She didn't mean to make you feel worse. Karina only wanted to confirm that you were the culprit and that some stranger hadn't just handed the crime off to you.

"I did! I did, Karina! I did, I'm a horrible person," you shook, your limbs vibrating with an uncertain fear.

"No, you're not," she breathed, placing a gentle kiss along your hairline. "You're not a horrible person. You did what you had to do to keep what was yours"

"At the cost of a life-"

"Hey-" Karina whispers, her hands cradling the sides of your face. "It was you or her. I'm glad it was you who won"

"I guess…" You frown into her hold, eyes growing saggy under the impression of your impending tears.

"Please don't cry, how about we go home and I'll deal with this later? I promise nothing will happen to you, or me"

"You promise?" You look up at her through glassy eyes, your vision having grown hazed in the span of her reassuring.

"Pinky promise"

Giselle

Her brain had stuttered for a moment, her eyes relying on the dingy light that ricochets from one cracked brick wall to the next graffitied one. Her eyes took in everything. The blood. The body.

You.

At the cost of her heart nagging, her brain finally catches up. It’s almost as if she had rebooted herself. Eyes of plentiful confusion had seemingly now evolved into a stance of understanding, an understanding that has her every pulse buzzing with a haywired hazed.

It's like a splash of refreshing cold water to her face as she takes another step, completely unsheathing herself for you to bask upon. However, your face only remained stoic, and your shoulders squared back. Your eyebrows were tensed, and your lips straight as you locked eyes, your own ones going glassy almost immediately.

But still… you remained stoic…

Giselle watched you tentatively with a challenging gaze, her eyes sizing you up and down like you were her opponent instead of her lover- and she knew she wanted the latter far more.

Eventually, your arm shook with a sporadic violence, your limb spiralling with limited control as if you were to lash out again. Your hand clasped your weapon with a trembling grasp, fingers gone sweaty and shiny against the blade of your gone sticky kitchen knife. Knuckles sprawling with a pale outcast, the whiteness of your bones showing through in mosaic patterns one could trace and paint.

And then it slipped, a single runaway of your frustrations hanging from your eyelash, dancing along the reddened of your flushed face. You had now been dealt the sadness card, its back and front dyed in pigments of strong blues.

“Y/n?” Giselle said a little over a whisper, her voice cracking for you as you now stretch your fisted hands, fingers freeing the dark handle to the blade as it clashes to the ground, scraping and screaming as it punches the concrete in its way.

Carelessly, Giselle took another step, and another, and another, until she was standing idly by your side, her curious eyes searching along your face for anything more as you slowly came undone, cracking under the worn seams of your pressurised situation.

“It’s okay” Giselle whispered, finally reaching out, her hand coming into soft contact with your dampened shirt, “It’s all okay now, I’m here"

Winter

Suddenly, another’s body collides with your own, their arms wrapping around you with a delicate grasp. You waited for the aftermath of your own body to have been flung to the ground, or for the usage of another blade, a bullet, anything that could cause you great pain for the gout of grief you've instructed onto the world…

But nothing happened…

Instead, the person clung to your waist and torso just stayed silent, their head bowed just under your collarbone. Their shorter hair restricting you from their face, but you knew better than to assume this was a stranger of the night, or that they want to hurt you… especially since you recognise that perfume.

It’s the same perfume you bought for your one year anniversary a few months back, a special scent for a special occasion, as you told her. You remember her face so distinctively smiling back at you, her smile crawling to meet her eyes in a mutual agreement of joy.

"Baby?" You croak, hands shaky and sweaty as you release your sharpened weapon and place your palms upon the small of her back.

"Shhh," she hushed, gently nuzzling her head into you. You could feel the warmth of her breath as she exhaled onto you. It was as if she was coaxing your skin with an impenetrable bubble of comfort and safety.

And within no time, you felt yourself begin to finally relax. Your shoulders slump slightly as your eyes rested within the shadows of your inner eyelids.

You sigh, feeling a relatively large mass amount of stress flee from your clogged mind as you squeeze your girlfriend closer, needing further closure.

"I messed up," You mumble, your voice evidently smoother than previously.

However, you almost break again as you feel Winter's head retract, and her face greets your vision. She looked so ethereal, her face printed with the small streaks of blood that once hugged your neck, her eyes shining and lips delicately glossed "I know, baby… I know" She offers a reassuring smile, her hands moving up to rest upon the top of your shoulders "and I'm willing to help you"

Your eyes almost widened at her words, your brain trying to wrap and warp around yet another surprise to the evening. "I can't ask you to do that for me…"

Your girlfriends smile only widened, her eyes still firmly holding yours. "I'm not seeking your permission"

Ningning

You were caught in the crossfire of your mental and physical stability as you tumbled back, your spine hitting the ragged wall in a bone breaking kiss.

Your loose shirt gathered into a collective clump as you began to defeatedly descend, exposing your bare back to the rough elements of the bricks. The infrastructure sized your back, scuffing and scraping at the delicate skin and fluffy flesh beneath the exterior.

Your head felt heavy upon your shoulders, your neck a mere flaw in your blueprint design- like it was a rusted spring of decades use.

There was nothing you could do now, and you knew that as you remained dormant against the impending doom that was soon to follow, especially with the gasp just off to your side.

At first, you thought the woman you had so brutally served to death had come back to life, but the soft lul of the voice had told you otherwise.

"What is this?" Her voice seemed to only simmer in a well of comfort, the words sounding so effortless against the bitter breeze.

But despite your malfunctioning manufacture, Ningning could only blink as the cogs in her own mind cranked and squeezed. "You killed her?"

You wanted so bad to spit out your reasoning, but nothing good came to greet your tongue. Only vulgar words of salt and grime dared to tango upon your slick muscle. So you kept quiet.

"For me? You killed her... for me? Baby?" Ningnings eyes glossed over, her tongue darting out to wetten her lips. This was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for her. Her past relationships never even came close to sharing a bond this mutual.

Ningning sees your love as clear as day. You're willing to kill for her as much as she is for you. You're on the same wavelength, the same page. You're her soulmate! She knew there was something special about you. She felt it thought out her entire body the first time she met you, and she feels it now.

Ningning loves you, even more so after today's events.

[hlficlibrary]

Hello, can you recommend me one night stands five where one of them forget or they meet again after a year or something like that.

thank you

Hi, anon! You're very welcome! Here are some fics that fit what you're looking for...

One Minute Old by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

“And he left you,” Niall interjects, the venom clear in his voice. “That asshole left you high and dry and broke your heart.”

Of course, Niall remembers that. Louis may have told him everything—minus the sexy parts—and Naill, being the overprotective mother friend that he is, took offence to that. “He didn’t break my heart,” Louis refutes. He was hurt and confused by it but he wasn’t heartbroken. And apparently, he’s still hurt by it if the way it felt seeing Harry yesterday was any indication.

“You were pretty smitten with him and then you spent days moping around your apartment after he left. I think that’s called being heartbroken,” Niall points out.

“Okay, okay, I was upset. We get it,” Louis says, trying to move past it. This isn’t ‘poke fun at Louis’ emotions hour’. “Anyway, I called to tell you that he showed up at my door yesterday.”

“To beg for your forgiveness I hope.”

“No, he’s—” Louis stops, unsure how to phrase it. “He’s pregnant. And I’m the father.”

Or, a one-night stand of Louis' that he never thought he'd see again shows up at his door six months later.

Know a Trick or Two by @sadaveniren

The night before Louis is scheduled for a Portkey to begin training with the Vratsa Vultures in Bulgaria he heads into Muggle London for one last night of fun. A few months later he finds out he’s having a child.

Eleven years ago Harry had a one night stand and now there’s a strange man on his doorstep telling him his daughter is something called a wizard and she’s got a place at the British wizarding school Hogwarts.

Aka the one where Muggle Harry and Wizard Louis have a one night stand and get more than they bargained out of it.

Carried Away Like Butterflies by @dinosaursmate

“Actually…” Liam said, scratching his chin absently. “I have a friend who is moving to London soon.” “Without anywhere to live? Who is it? Do I want them living in my home?!” “You met him at my birthday party. Harry, from Cheshire. Remember? Really tight jeans, curly hair down to here?” Realisation dawned on Louis, staring at Liam who was gesturing round about his nipples. Did he remember Harry? Did he remember Harry? He remembered Harry’s square front teeth biting into his collarbone, and he remembered Harry moaning, loud and obscene with no provocation. He remembered Harry dropping to his knees at the edge of the bed and roughly pulling Louis closer. He remembered, vividly, Harry’s lovely plump lips wrapping around his- “Lou?” “Uh- what?” Louis said, startled. “Oh, yeah. Um, I think I remember him.” - It was probably a huge mistake for Louis to let his former One Night Stand move into his spare room, especially when said One Night Stand doesn't seem to remember him.

[antimonyandthyme]

omggggg can’t wait to see you start to explore more of vettonso!! i’m absolutely love these two old men trying to comfort each other:))))….

here you go anon :)))))))))

“Slow down,” Fernando said.

“If we were still racing, you’d complain I was being slow in front of you on purpose. Traffic.” Seb seemed to be having fun enunciating the r all funny. “Look at all this traffic. Look at all these idiots.”

There was nothing to be done; Seb on the grid was insufferable then, and Seb in retirement was insufferable still. Except if you got Fernando drunk, he’d admit under duress that Seb wore all the insufferable-ness much less like an armour now and more like a very comfortable second-skin. It suited him, and Fernando had no business trying to peel that off him. And anyway, it was Fernando’s own fault for agreeing to this.

“We’re not racing though,” Fernando said. Just to say something back.

Seb tapped the wheel with a forefinger. Some of the grid found it impossible to translate their racing skills to the real world where the majority of driving took place. Where there were lights, pedestrians, and yes, traffic. Thinking about Charles and parking always got Fernando chuckling. But Seb could have been moulded to the frame of the car. He was made of things Fernando had no words for. And he was stuck behind a RAV4 going 80 in the fast lane, and he looked ready to slice the offending vehicle in half.

It was something Fernando believed he could do. Slice a vehicle in half. That was what happened when you started spending time with Seb. You started believing in the crazy.

“We’re always racing,” Seb said. “To the next destination, to the next chapter. No matter how hard we might try to dig our heels in.”

“Oh my god,” Fernando said. “It’s just a new house.” It’s just retirement, and I’ve been through it once already. “It’s not—it’s not anything. It’s just—”

“A new house,” Seb said calmly. “That I’m going to look at with you.”

“Not because we’re husbands.”

“Not because of that,” Seb said, giggling. “Can you imagine that?”

Yes, Fernando nearly said, and then was instantly mortified. He’d survived crashes at 300 before. If he unbuckled his seatbelt and took a dive out of Seb’s moving Ferrari, he might just survive that too.

Seb took his silence for offence. “I mean,” he said belatedly. “Not that—I can’t imagine you as, you know? I just meant, you know?”

It wasn’t very often, especially now, when they were no longer edging each other around track corners, that Fernando could see Seb sweat. He was going to make the most out of it. “I know?” he said, tone blander than a slice of white bread.

“You know what I mean,” Seb said. He threw his hands up, then remembered he was in the fast lane with some slow goose less than a car length ahead of him, and quickly repositioned them back on the steering wheel. “It’s not that we couldn’t be. Fuck. Nando. I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean—”

“So you’re going to see this house with your not-husband,” Fernando said, gleefully drawing it out.

“Nando—”

“And you’ve talked to the realtor, you’ve set it all up. You’ve cleared my schedule.” That was the thing, Seb had. He made sure Fernando had no excuses for skipping out on looking at houses on this fine Wednesday evening. “Even though you couldn’t possibly imagine me as your husband.”

“Nando,” Seb pleaded.

“And you’re driving me there in your red Ferrari.”

The Toyota in front of them slowed down for no apparent reason, and Seb was forced to slam his foot on the brakes, and then lay a nightmare on the horn.

When the noise finally died down: “Seb,” Fernando said, and made sure to inject as much delight as he could in his voice. “Am I to be your kept woman?”

It took a glorious moment.

“Oh my god,” Seb gasped, relief evident in every unclenching muscle in his body. “You arsehole. I thought you were—angry at me, I thought—you fucker. You fucker, you scared the shit—oh my god. I hate you.”

Fernando was too busy losing it on the passenger seat. His stomach was hurting from how hard he was laughing. He was clenching the side of the car door for support. It was funny how far down retirement could fling you, to the extent that he’d move to the one thing far removed yet still connected to the sport he was trying to excise from his flesh.

This one thing that was the only person Fernando could think of that would take house viewing so seriously. The red Ferrari spoke volumes. The weaving around the Toyota and the cheeky finger out the window even more.

Ah, fuck. He’d gone all silly, deciphering car language. Seb’s influence was going to bend him all wrong, and then bend him all right again.

“If the house is painted something stupid, I’m walking away on sight.”

“Sure,” Seb said cheerfully. “Even though I wouldn’t live by your definition of stupid.”

Fernando snorted. This was going to go all sorts of wrong. Seb’s hand was on the gearstick. Fernando curled his hand atop there.

He found he didn’t quite mind.

[olderthannetfic]

https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/744363402559995904/reading-the-anon-abt-the-doll-hobby-not-having#notes

More BJD wank.

People using alcohol markers on their dolls. Just... don't.... don't do that. Also, people complaining that the alcohol marker doesn't wash off the doll anymore. Yeah, who'd have guessed that using alcohold markers on a highly porous material would end up not being removable. Also, don't use oils. Do not use any paint strippers that contain oil. And only use water soluble glue.

People who sell some of the most beat up looking dolls, chewed limbs, broken pieces, yellowed to hell and back. And then expect $$$ and even more than full price of a new doll. Generally it's not particularly offensive, but by the Gods if it doesn't get obnoxious when someone starts whining that nobody wants to buy their trash heap.

The fujoshi discussion was also quite ripe. It's no secret that probably 80%+ of the regular BJD hobby is women, and a lot of those women like men. The fujoshi discussion gets brought up ever few months? Years? And it's stupid every time. I remember the most recent incident being started again by a transman who took special offence to the large amount of M/M doll couples, and started getting angry when people dismissed his very misogynistic reasons as to why it's bad. Then tried to flip it around to homophobia and transphobia against him specifically, when all the people just told him to stop treating fujoshi as an insult and blah blah, you know the drill. People didn't buy it that he didn't just wanna admit defeat, but it kinda fizzled out when some other trans people entered the discussion, and some gay/bi men who also said that this was a stupid discourse. Also a few pretty heartfelt experiences by women explaining why they preferred male dolls over female dolls.

"Put a trigger warning on your amputee doll characters." Not a big discourse, but a few people talked about how they had gotten comments or DMs about tagging their dolls who represent amputees with trigger warnings. General consensus was "Fuck those people." To make this extra clear, these were just amputee characters, not horror or gore.

Did I mention Nazi dolls? Because there has been several rounds of drama around Nazi dolls. Most people agree that Nazi dolls, aka full Nazi uniform with the armband are a huge fucking no-go.... BUT, some people try to argue that "Well if you depict the doll as a disgusting pig wearing a Nazi uniform..." Yeah, that was a long wank session.

The honestly kinda an pointless argument about "Are you racist if your dark resin doll face-ups look ass?" The argument is basically around dolls with dark resin tones who receive... unfortunate face-ups. The issue here is that in many cases the people getting called racist are really just bad at doing face-ups, which is especially hard on dark resins because it's hard to layer colors without it looking ass if you don't know what you're doing, and the main medium is just pastel chalks. Combine that with sealants that might leave behind a whiteish sheen with the topcoat, and you end up with a real ashy dusty looking mess. While we're on face-ups, generally a lot of face-ups just objectively look like ass when you're not a professional face-up artist. It's just what happens when you don't know what you're doing and still learning, because you don't wanna spend $$$ on sending it to an actual artist. It's really fucking hard layering colors, and then painting over it to get details when you're just not that experienced yet.

Also thanks to the one person in my last anon mentioning "Dollshe" and his wait times: Dollshe is a doll maker who's infamous for his year long wait times, and constant "sales." Apparently the dude bought himself a big fancy car, while people were still waiting for their dolls. Some wait times have exceeded half a decade. Guess what though! People still decided to take the chance. He's apparently closed shop now, and there are probably high double or low triple digits of people who haven't gotten their dolls yet. Not sure what his average price point is/was, but a quick check, the front page is filled with dolls starting at 800 going up. (So like 700-1 500) https://olderthannetfic.tumblr.com/post/744582859159945216/744363402559995904reading-the-anon-abt-the-doll-h#notes Also, yes, Anon is 100% correct. Smartdolls are basically just considered "honorary" BJD's because they fall under the same idea as the VOLKs dolfie dreams, and their creator just copied the idea. But generally, most people wouldn't refer to SMD's when speaking about BJDs, unless specified. Since they are vinyl you do not have the same artistic freedom as you have with resin dolls, which you can customize heavily with various mediums. They also aren't as available for custom face-ups, and apparently the creator has a bit of an ego problem when it comes to that as well. Another piece of drama: The joints of these dolls are internal skeletons as already explained. The problem a lot of people faced is that the joints would break quickly during posing. Under normal circumstances you'd maybe assume you could get some customer service to replace the broken joint, or at least be able to buy one for free. WRONG. You had(have?) to buy the entire skeleton just to replace one broken joint. I also think there was a time where you couldn't even get a replacement skeleton, and were left with a broken doll. Fun fact: Originally the "Smartdolls" were also supposed to be robotic, that's what the "Smart" originally referred to. That then got downgraded to a concept doll that got a bit of automated head shaking and limb moving, which then ended up with the creator backtracking and claiming "Smart" stood for "Social media art doll." Also, while we're at it, he also made a cochlear implant disability device for his dolls. A pretty significant amount of HOH/Dead-BJD people criticized the inclusion of said device because of some medical issues of it. And guess what! Banhammer. I also re-checked the story of the disabled person who got banned, and then made the creator post a "They aren't made for disabled people." The doll the disabled person struggled with was a male doll, but because the male dolls were so rare, they didn't have a male skeleton, but the female standard. Meaning the skeleton inside the male doll shell was female, and the skeleton didn't properly match up with the vinyl male-doll shell. Which was one of the main reason they struggled so badly to reattach the limbs. Bonus story: The creator has a real culty following, he has/had joined a few facebook groups around smartdolls. Apparently people noticed a pattern that he'd throw random tantrums in the groups, leave, and then the entire group had to grovel and praise him to get him to rejoin.

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[ashadowofburnedoutstardust]

Ok anon

A lot of the time my posts are injected with a lot of sarcasm for the purposes of Tumblr entertainment value, however today I'm going to take a moment to just.....be myself

I'm going to be very honest about my opinion so I hope you can appreciate my point of view and the candor with which I present it

From my point of view, and looking back at his personal history in Hollywood circles, I wouldn't blame him for being truly nervous around women and not being able to find someone he could trust given the clout chasers in his close circles spying on the fans and whose information he was relying on skewing his viewpoint as well as influencing his more personal choices, as well as thirsty people that use their association as a reason to call the Paparazzi or the tabloids simply for the attention value, much like we have seen with this latest PR campaign attempt (complete failure however has been the overall result)

His team and agency have taken advantage of him and tried to use him as a vehicle for someone they already KNEW was the polar opposite to his personal values and when he didn't co-operate, they punished him further for it

No offence intended anon, but none of the fans believe he chose THAT person in any capacity, and for the most part "Team Real" is using it to troll people because whether they will admit it or not, a part of them is also disappointed in the association and have been taking their anger out on him instead of the people that caused it, his team and hers

I will offer a short explanation of how I view relationships

I have noticed in my time that a lot of women seem to love glossing over things when it simply just isn't the right fit when it comes to dating, and rather than acknowledge when it just isn't gelling properly, they convince themselves that something must be wrong with the other person....

IMO friendship comes first

It's the basis of everything, I think there have been far too many women who he may have "dated" who treated him as either an object, or a means to an end, and he simply lost interest or saw them for who they really were and why they were there

Over time that can make it incredibly difficult to open up to someone new, (I'm not even famous and I have a hard time with it) and can be especially common if he was stuck with being restricted to certain circles for socialising, the bright light of the Hollywood jungle attracts a particular type of competitive attention seeking blood sucking parasitic personality type....

I think some of THOSE people you mentioned need to learn the difference between who they think he is, and his real character, and perhaps admit to themselves they were so swept up in the attention thinking him just trying to be nice meant more than it actually did

We've all been there, so I'm going to grant him that grace, I know what it's like getting burned that way

In a genuine friendship or relationship it's not something that needs to be forced, or faked.....

......or mysteriously dropped on fan forums......

....much like we've seen with all of these scheduled drops of "random pics" that can always be dated to another period of time.....

His fandom knows him better than most, (with maybe the exception of his Mama) and clearly much better than whomever it was that took over after Jim left and he had to go with new and unfamiliar people who apparently don't have his best interests at heart, otherwise they would have protected him better like we have been doing because unlike his team, his fans are well aware of his anxiety and what it can do to him

Mental illness is not a weapon his team should be using against him

"If it's not already apparent to them, it's time to admit defeat before it costs them more than they can afford" is something I would say to them if it already wasn't too late to do so

They have been outed not just to the fandom but even now the circles are back talking openly now the strike is over instead of just watching the fandom with fascination

We could literally just sit here for months and regardless of what comes out or gets dropped, nothing is going to give them the result they were hoping for, the money boat has sunk

So I will say this instead

Don't fuck with Cevanstans ✌️

Quote me

🤍🪽✨

[arsenalgbt]

KTXLEO is coming in two parts becaue it was way longer than I expected. 1/2

*rubs hands gleefully together because KTxLeo mean a lot to me and the lore is canon* Okay so Kieran and Leo met at uni. It was one of those posh ones that Leo got into on merit and where he knew he would study from the age of 4. His father, grandfather, great grandfather all studied there before coming back to Belgium and marrying whoever their parents decided. Leo was expected to do the same, study, come home, marry, have kids until he had a son and then take over his family’s business. He didn’t expect to be the one to mess this trend up, he didn’t plan on it. Leo knows tradition, he understands it and respects it. KT never thought he’d go to Uni, never thought he was smart or good enough or anything – he got in on a sports scholarship, barely scrapping the grades to get into a business course. KT came up rough, in an environment where he learned to fight and shut everyone out. It was normal for the kids he knew not to know one of their parents, KT hasn’t seen his mum since he was three days old leaving him with questions, abandonment issues  and a protectiveness that extends to Leo, their kids and now Ben and his son as well. KT would kill for Ben’s kid and has sworn to Ben that he’ll be there for them anytime they need him. KT came up with a dad who never asked for help and thought him that leaning on others was weak, Kieran isn’t going to let Ben’s baby grow up thinking the same.

Anyway, KT and Leo were in the same course but there were also dozens of others on there. Leo talked a lot in class, argued with lecturers and coasted through exams and assignments in a way that annoyed Dec and Ben. Dec was also on the course being forced to study business  to take over his family business while Ben was studying something else. (Dec and Leo will both be CEOs someday; Ben will get to live on generational wealth. Dec and Leo don’t know what Ben actually does or why he does it. Why would anyone with so much money has a job? For Ben, working is his saving grace. He’d go mad if he was left thinking and alone all day) Leo was also having lots of sex as advised by Dec and Ben who reminded him that in four short years he’d be married to whoever his parents had picked. (Leo knew Dec and Ben because their parents were all friends, they lived together in an off-campus apartment). Kieran on the other hand was having no sex and was too busy trying to pass his classes to even be mad about it. He was eighteen and the only one of his friends in uni, most of the others had kids now or were working jobs they’d never leave. KT wanted to be something more and worked to try and get it. He was living on campus with a few lads the uni had placed him with and he got close with his roommate Hector (KT still doesn’t think Hector actually ever studied or went to classes, he doesn’t know how he actually graduated) and Hector always dragged him along to parties every now and then whenever Kieran complained studying was giving him a headache. Hector always lured him out with the promise there would be free food or booze (Kieran didn’t have the same money everyone else had, anything free got him to go). He ended up at an international students mixer and that’s where he and Leo properly met. Leo said he recognised him from class (Leo was trying to fuck him)  and asked why an English student was at an international event. KT immediately took offence because he was absolutely not English and  proceeded to go on a ten-minute rant where the words Scottish Independence was said more times than necessary. (Hector told this story to every one of their housemates who all found it funny). Leo fell in love in that moment. He liked people who were passionate and also apparently had a thing for accents, he asked Kieran out and Kieran who was taken aback immediately agreed.

WHO'S IN A COMPETITION OF GETTING SPOILED BY THEIR ANON? sorry you lost. I WIN.

me rn waiting for part 2/10000:

[whcrror]

DJAQ LYING ABOUT CLAIMING SHE DOES NOT ENGAGE IN DRAMA / CALLOUTS / ENGAGING IN DRAMA THAT DOES NOT INVOLVE HER + ISSUES WITH BEING INSENSITIVE REGARDING RELIGIOUS HOMOPHOBIA/ATTACKING AND HARASSING A GAY PERSON

Djaq has claimed many times that she does not get involved in drama, so when she does engage in it, you basically have to listen to her, because it must be so important. You can find some examples of her saying this in posts on this blog, but we'll include one below. Basically, she mentions that she doesn't reblog call-outs or get in the middle of things. we have more than one example of the contrary.

Before we proceed, we would like to make it clear that this post does not mean that we are condoning the actions of Lovett / Marnie, or quite frankly Lor, or speaking on whether the drama was worth getting into or not. It does not matter in this scenario. Nobody should be 'shit on', though Djaq certainly enjoys shitting on people quite a lot. However when the Lovett situation was going on, she was certainly getting involved: to the degree where she was harassing someone in turn, that was apparently close to Lovett. Weird, when she's upset that people were shitting on her own friend.

Enough to where Djaq URL-dropped this person by linking their blog directly, similarly to how she calls out others, and wants them to personally see her derogatory claims under the guise of being transparent. Below is an IMGUR file, name-dropping people regarding the situation above here: https://imgur.com/a/VxjD6We This page has so many gathered screenshots, and involves a lot of correspondence between Lor and Marnie, and even Djaq. However, I'm not sure why they released this. Neither Djaq or Lor come off in a very pleasant light, and furthermore Lor's URL is one of the URL's who sent one of the nasty anonymous messages in our last post. If she doesn't condone anon hate, why is she interacting with so many people who engage in that behavior? Below is the post we mentioned, where Djaq URL drops Marnie: (which by the way, were such horrible offence when done to HER, but she's 100% justified to do it to Nova, Spectre, and countless others. The first two mentioned DEFINITELY didn't deserve that, either. we understand confronting someone who does something bad, however publicly shaming people is never a good look. Even tagging her in anons SHE took about the entire situation, which why was she getting anons about the situation? Seems weird if you weren't the one directly involved. There are plenty ways behind the scenes to handle things like an adult, no matter what the accusations are, and there's no use arguing with people who's minds cannot be changed. But she needed to be involved. Not to mention the ugliness of how it was handled behind closed doors as well. Here's the same screenshot as was in another post of ours, with the URL (pcrfectstorms) included, below.

Also, only going 4 months without making a drama tag/needing a drama tag is a little bit suspect, for someone who 'doesn't get involved in drama'. However, we have to link some of the drama tags from her last few blogs which no doubt have more than one post. If you wanted you could look at her other former blogs and take a look for yourself. Keep in mind, the tumblr search function sucks so you might have to finagle the URL a bit.

^^ this is the drama tag from her old blog

This is the large point we'd like to bring up. She claims not to reblog callouts, which seems to be true. Perhaps she doesn't care about other people's problems as much as she cares about her own. However, Djaq has indeed MADE and POSTED callouts for three different people. I'm not sure how many separate callouts she's made about Nova herself, but it's more than two. Not to mention an entire callout blog now, on @thewhorrcrs Again, i'd like to say that this is REGARDLESS OF WHETHER IT WAS NEEDED, which in any case was NOT needed by her. There's entire docs made about Marnie's behavior and she did not have to take this on. We would like to say that the Marnie situation is the ONLY one where a case could be made that a callout or DNI was warranted. The Caspar situation we believe Djaq was entirely in the wrong for. At least when it comes to intention, and treatment. We understand arguments are arguments and there were certainly bad things side on both sides, but Djaq even getting involved was WAY out of line. Below is the Marnie post. This is from this year, by the way.

There's also AN ADDITIONAL post here, that is addressing the Marnie situation. It's the full post below of the screenshot we included, of the anon Djaq received.

Here is some additional proof of her involving herself in drama that doesn't concern her. She says she lives by Ao3 rules (more-less so she can write / write with people who do 'dead dove don't eat' shit) which, okay: but don't say that you don't say anything to the creator, or should live by ao3 rules, while trying to spread around URLS about a situation that has NOTHING do to with you. Adults can make their own decisions about the content they're taking in. (We're not making any claims about the ethics of the drama involving the ST fandom, because we don't know what it is) However, it seems pretty hypocritical to offer information like that with the kind of content she condones and the values of which she speaks of in this post. She should have told her friends privately if they asked her, and let the drama play out if she were so against getting involved in drama. See below:

In the situation we'll be speaking about below, Caspar (old alias) was just talking about things she had an issue with. Something Djaq said is apparently okay. However, she involved herself anyway. See her claims below: The most interesting being, that you should ask yourself how you would feel if someone sent something like this to you:

In the post below she's encouraging people to put horrorempathy on their DNI's, for sticking up for themselves as a lesbian person being discriminated against, and being told (by Djaq) how she should feel about Jehova's Witnesses as a gay person. ( We're going to make a post researching the harmful religion of JW, to prove that Casper was indeed correct to make this generalization to begin with).

We still would like to make a separate post about the Caspar situation, however, this is the callout being spoken of in the screenshot above. There's a link and screenshots below. It is yet another example of a callout post made by Djaq about someone. This one resulting in still speaking about the drama more than a month after the fact, and in the mun under attack taking a year long hiatus from tumblr and needing to change their alias to feel safe coming back to the platform. The screenshot above literally says she's been checking on horror empathy every day, which supports the stalking claims. Why not move on? It's also something she's been doing to Nova for years, under the guise of checking for 'copying'.

Intentions don't matter. Someone claimed she harassed them, which supports other claims made about Djaq as well. also the way she treated this individual was not right, no matter what might have been said on the other side. Djaq should undoubtedly know how it feels to face discrimination, and the treatment of the other mun in this situation was inexcusable. She has written 3 callout posts on her own, not to mention the others about Nova that had come out since. That alone is unnerving. Also, not having Marnie on her CURRENT DNI who is still in the RPC, but having the two individuals that ARE there in her place, is laughable. It's your right to put whoever you want on your DNI but to indicate they've done something wrong and that it is not for personal reasons is not okay either. Casper was hounded and hounded and hounded by Djaq over and over and over again, when she DID NOT have to get involved or say ANYTHING.

Now, regarding the other religions (Other than JW, who are undoubtedly known for SHUNNING gay people from their community and taking them away / separating them from their families similar to scientology: i personally recommend Leah Remini's special episode exposing JW if you'd like a good look from former members of the cult themselves)

generalising an entire religion as cruel is a double edge sword. yes there can be some bad apples and some good apples. so understanding the annoyance behind that is reasonable however the entire approach to the topic ( coming out to a religious family being difficult ) and actively ignoring the human feelings is NOT the way to go. if you ( djaq ) were raised by JW's to be loving, kind and understanding, why instantly jump on the attack and defensive over someone generalising rather than see the human emotions? it is incredibly disheartening. there will always be good and bad in religion but also social groups, class, communities, and cultures. historically, i've been taught to put aside my own feelings and contemporary thoughts. to look at the subject/topic/culture with an open mind to understand how and why something or someone did/feels/reacts this way.

djaq is emotional and let personal thought take over rather than understand casper's position. additionally ( as proven ) djaq is heteromantic/heterosexual which in today's society and by JWs social understanding, is accepted openly and without question. throughout history members of the LGBTQ+ have been ostracised, targeted and even killed because of identity or sexuality. that fear, that hatred, is subconsciously taught in some cases, especially in a familial dynamic. casper's case and feelings about coming out to a religious family is justified.

djaq reacting in a defensive nature, through a psychological point of view, indicates that she is either lacking an understanding or awareness to the LGBTQ+ backlash from societies globally, or knows of what JWs have done and continue to do to them. she used defensive words and phrases, many cases of 'i', 'me' and 'my' which indicates the latter of the two statements. in this case of religious generalising: ive also met some horrible religious people and lovely religious people.

@whorrcr

WE HAVE MORE IN-DEPTH SCREENSHOTS OF THE HARRASSMENT WE'LL KEEP PRIVATE UNLESS ASKED FOR IN PRIVATE/DM'S OR ASK (WE'LL REACH OUT WITH THE PROOF). This is for Casper's safety moving forward. We apologize on Djaq's behalf and also would like to wish you the best moving forward.

[videogamelover99]

I'm really intrigued to hear your thoughts on Shirase. For all of his very apparent faults, he's one of my favorites and I find him very interesting so I'm always intrigued to know what other people's thoughts on him are (especially those who have read Stormbringer).

Ah, well anon I hope you don't take offence but I think he's the wrost XD. But in, like, an interesting way? He's the type of toxic person that's very typical to find in our day to day lives; unlike all the villains and whatever Dazai's got going on, Shirase is just. Someone who responds to growing up powerless in the worst way possible.

On the other hand, it's so facinating to read into his and Chuuya's interactions cause...man, if the fandom wants a codependent relationship, there's one right there. The "how many times am I gonna have to save you" line from Chuuya is so indicative of what Chuuya was to Shirase, and by extension, the rest of the Sheep. I'm gonna do a post on this dynamic specifically later, but the bottom line is. Shirase needs Chuuya, for power and protection, and Chuuya, at least in the past, was desperate to be needed by someone because if he gives enough, that means he's worth something, right?

I also have a small theory. While the anime portrays the Sheep getting kidnapped in Fifteen as just dumb kids being dumb and Chuuya being the only one with some common sense, the Light Novel's conversation with Shirase on the matter is a little different:

“Hang on. You went to the factory road?” Chuuya asked sharply. “Did you go to steal booze again? This is war, ya know! And you got that close to the Mafia’s base?! That’s like begging to be kidnapped!”

“Quit yelling.” The boy frowned. “It’s not like we went to kill anyone. We’re only acting in self-defense just like the rules say. Besides, isn’t this our chance? The Sheep always get their revenge. You lay a finger on us—we pay you back double. Right?”

A) Shirase immediately dismisses Chuuya's fruatration as an overreaction (it's not) and B) tries to justify invading mafia territory by saying that they didn't intend to kill anyone, and whatever skirmish that happened was just self-defense. Like, to me, it seems that Shirase had pushed against those rules before, for him to need to justify himself to Chuuya. Also, he was the only one of that group not captured. Sounds kinda sus XD.

Also, he's so bloodthirsty??

Shirase: "Kick his ass and tie him up! Then we can exchange him for— Wait. Actually, just kill him.”

Dazai: "Oh my. That took a dark turn."

Combined with the stuff in Stormbringer and how Shirase claims he was the one running the Sheep the whole time and laments the resources and power he lost when the gang was broken up, I think he deliberately entered mafia territory to provoke them into capturing the other Sheep, giving Chuuya no choice but to retaliate and, in the process, gain more Sheep territory. Simply put, Shirase was using his position as Chuuya's (probably closest?) friend to gain power for himself and the gang. Gaslight gatekeep girlboss?

In his defence, Stormbringer also showed his capacity for kindness. If Shirase hadn't given Chuuya that bread, I think Chuuya would have turned out a very different person. Like all BSD characters, he's complex and very grey.

I am happy with how Stormbringer ended, that the little codependent dynamic the two had going on was finally broken up, that Chuuya could freely state how much Shirase owes him, and that Shirase could take it fine. Them not looking back at each other is also them putting that relationship behind them.

So, in conclusion, Shirase is a little shit but he's an enjoyable little shit? Dazai immediately spots his brand of manipulation, and it's great, because he is a parallel to Dazai, in a way. He's there to point out how differently Double Black functions from the relationship he and Chuuya had. How Dazai, while capable of being even more manipulative than Shirase, still regards Chuuya on equal footing, not as a tool to be used, but as a person with his own desires. There's a reason why, as soon as Chuuya turns his back on Shirase one last time, Dazai's the one waiting for him.

"'He can’t. All you can do is trust him,' Dazai interjected once more. 'Isn’t that enough? You’re friends, right?'"

[kanmom51]

In the new tokopedia interview, jk said saranghae to v, apparently it's a wordplay but we know all the Fandom will say he just confessed. Tbh I'm a bit sad, maybe he really meant, and he never said that to jm..

Before I start, let me be clear here:

This is only going to be addressed once. No more asks about this will be answered.

JK said "I love you" to Tae twice (consecutively) in the Tokopedia interview. The sky is falling down. Wait a second here. No it in actual **** isn't.

Where do I start here? With JK professing his love to Tae or with an interview recorded around 4 months ago (the Butter era - Tae with poodle hair - no offence)?

I will start with the interview then.

Yes, omg, JK actually said the words "I love you, I love you" to Tae, who was first to try and hit the balloon with the dart and succeeded. He earned 4 points. Was it to congratulate or placate him I don't know, but it sure in hell wasn't a profession of love.

If the man I loved would profess his love to me that way, he would find himself sleeping on the lawn outside (we don't have a doghouse, lol).

Yeah, thumbs up, "I love you" - sound real loving.

Since that interview, close to 4 months ago approx., many waters have flowed in the river, waters that showed us exactly how JK & JM are doing just fine.

These are my opinions of course, and everyone is free to think as they will, but once again, I think people need to take a step back, look at the big picture, stop judging every single action or word that come out of these boys mouths.

JK doesn't have to profess his love for JM in front of us. What JK feels about JM, believe me JM knows. How many times do we have to say that JM would not have stuck around if his emotional needs weren't met by JK? JM has said in the past how important it is to him to hear "I love you", so I can only assume that he hears it on a regular basis from the person he is romantically involved with.

Oh, and btw, this claim JK has NEVER said "I love you" to JM is growing real old.

JK has said "I love you" to JM, for us to hear, and he has done so more than once. He said it to JM during the eat Jin Vlive (at JM's request, but he said it); He said it to JM during the Paris concert (it was talked down as a mistake in translation, but hell no, he said it out loud in front of thousands of fans); He said it to JM during JM's Vlive when he took the phone from Jin (JK's voice & JM's happy flustered reaction said it all); He told him he loved him in sign language on the red carpet in front of all of the media; He said it following JM saying how important it is for him to hear those words, and seconds after JK himself saying he never initiates it, but then turning around and saying "I love you" to JM; And there is RB too, the "I love you"'s, the whispering in JM's ear and what followed.

JK also told JM he wanted him, he told him he will always be no. 1 to him, he flirts with him constantly, looks at him like he's the most precious thing he has ever seen, is willing to give up Marvel for Harry Potter just to be with JM, etc. etc.

Just to wrap this up in a little bow anon, I will make this as clear as I can:

All the members love each other. They love each other as friends. They have said so to each other. Suga told both JK & Tae he loved them. Suga told JM he loved him. Jin said it to Suga. Jin said it to JK and he said it back. BV1 recorded message from everyone, including JK saying "I love you" to Tae. JM said it to JK. JM said it to Hobi. JM said it to Suga. RM said it to Jin. And I can go on and on and on here. They love each other, they say it to each other.

Does the fact that JM said it to other members mean he loves JK any less? No. Because you can love your parents, your siblings, your friends and your partner. Each and every one of them is a different kind of love, but it's still love. So why the double standards here anon? Why is it ok when JM says it to other members but not JK?

I tell you what I think.

I think it's ok for them to do what the hell they want to. They are free to tell the other members they love them, they have been doing so over the years, and low and behold, it doesn't seem to bother either of them. And why would that be? Because they are secure in their love for each other. They, unlike many fans, understand the complexity of life, friendship and being in love with someone. They are not threatened by their partner saying "I love you" to their other friends, because they know that when it's said to them (in private, when it matters) it's a different "I love you", one saved for a lover, not a friend.

[skyland2703]

BulkXSkull: wingfic+new AU+X-Ray+jack off+a/b/o+racovery

Heya anon!!

Wingfic: Heaven is a lovely place, Angels are separate beings from humans, they are supposed to be around in general to keep the humans on a 'righteous' path; Eugene has been an Angel for as long as he can remember, ay memories of what or who he was prior to that seemed non-existent. That was up till the point he fell in love with a fellow angel in heaven— spending days and nights with him, afraid knowing they'd fall from grace if they were ever discovered. But when they finally were, Eugene took the entire blame, was ripped of his status as an angel, his wings slashed away, his halo shattered, and he was thrown from the gates of heaven. Farkas 'Bulk' Bulkmeier never expected to find a whimpering, injured fallen angel in his front lawn the very day he got fired from another new job— fifth one that week— and despite himself, he couldn't help but take the injured creature inside and nurse him to health. He made it sure that he would protect him, for no reason other than he seemed like he needed help, and was, in general really nice to him. What follows is Eugene getting a taste of the human life with all of its incredible attractions which involve parties, drugs, cigarettes, leather, long drives and what seems like falling in love with his new roommate…

New AU: BUDDY COP AU except its not like canon and they actually get shit done and don’t turn into chimps. Bulk and Skull have been partners since the very early days in the academy when they ended up partnered together for a CPR class and they felt some sparks flying from either side. They got together really soon after, and have been together since. Always applying for the same postings, even the higher ups know that splitting these two for a case would be a crime, so they always always always get to work the cases in pairs.

But that is until they get a case involving the mysterious Kimberly Hart. Shes afraid someone is after her life, she has a feeling who it is. She wants them to protect her, and prevent whoever has ill intentions from getting her. Skull says he’ll try and do his best, and what follows is him and Bulk arresting a particular Matthew Cook for the smallest of offences, such as suspicion of pickpocketing, or trespassing on his neighbour’s lawns, because Skull is convinced Kimberly isn’t lying, and Matthew is a crook. However for every offence, he’s always found clean. Bulk dejectedly tells him that there has never been a law to prevent a crime from happening, and even if they know who the criminal is and whats on his mind, you cant arrest someone on mere suspicion of what they might or might not be about to do. Skull is furious, though. “So shes supposed to DIE to get any sort of justice?” He asks, angrily, and apparently… the answer is yes, because just as they’re arguing the news comes that her body was discovered… strangled in the back of her own car…

And that’s enough to create a rift between the two partners now isn’t it? How will they work it out? Will they ever get back together?!!

X-Ray: Bulk has stretch marks on the lower part of his belly, his thigh, inner and outer, around the side of his ass shoulders and even at the waist and knees. He was afraid of showing them to skull, because what if he thought he was ugly, but Skull doesn’t care. He loves every single line on Bulk’s body, just as much as he loves Bulk. His cock is really big though, like he redefines the term “hung like a horse” and Skull was scared he wouldnt be able to take it… bit they managed to work something out *uh wink wink*

Jack off: Bulk and Skull were best bros long before they started dating, almost since middle school. But there had always been a little something from both sides, and when puberty hit, being in such close quarters with each other left the two of them riled up with no possible chance of release. Skull would find himself locked in the bathroom, jacking off under the sink to the thoughts of his then best friend, trying to be quiet so he wasn’t heard— he didn’t know wherever was wrong or right but he did know that the way he was feeling about Bulk wasn’t the way everyone felt about their best friends. Bulk too, jacked off to the thoughts of Eugene before they got together, and when they finally did, one night, Skull couldn’t help but say “oh my god you don’t know how many times I’ve dreamt of doing this with you” and he was conscious of what he’d said the moment the words were out of his lips. And he most certainly didn’t expect the reply to be something like “yeah, yeah me too”

A/B/O: (not very good at ABO so this kept this ask from making it for a while..) Bulk is an alpha without a pack. As a kid he left his pack because of feeling out of place. He’s a big softie on the inside despite his tough exterior, and he was just wandering around when he found a tiny omega sobbing into himself, hiding behind a curb after being kicked out of his household for reasons he never actually explained— not like Bulk would ask if he wasn’t comfortable enough to share— he took the Omega (who called himself Skull) under his wing, with the promise to love and protect him for all eternity.

Recovery: At school Bulk and Skull get into enough trouble by themselves. So they’re always nursing each other with tiny first aid kits. Bulk has gotten pretty good at taking care of black eyes, and Skull is a pro at the bruises. Together they can work out an arrangement for about any sort of injury they come across on the school grounds.

That does not count for injuries occurred because they landed up in the middle of a monster fight in Angel Grove and when Skull got injured by almost getting smashed under a monster’s foot, Bulk had picked him up in his arms like a bride and run to the hospital screaming for emergency. He never left his little boy’s side throughout his recovery, bringing him soup and tiny things to nibble on, since he cant eat solid food. Bulk takes care of him like a tiny hatchling and just showers him with love, staying by his bedside all the time.

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Drunken Smiles (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Warnings: alcohol mentions, obnoxious Theseus AGAIN Requested: Yes! Anon requested drunk Newt! Cute silent moments where he gets distracted and drinks someone elses drink. I hope you like it anon! I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you meant. Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader Summary: Your boyfriend Newt hasn’t gotten drunk in front of you for years after he embarrassed himself back during your Hogwarts days. He seems to have a strange habit involving you when he drinks a little too much. Features obnoxious older brother Theseus and even some teasing Leta. Also features the bully from ‘Love Language’.

A/N: Inspired by my favourite manager who kept referring to his girlfriend as his wife for years whenever he was drunk. They’re married now <3 I hope you like. Please send me more requests!

Words: 3,270 Taglist:  @moonkissk7​ @just-an-outstanding-auror​

The music in the small jazz lounge was thrumming in your ears as you smiled back at your boyfriend adoringly, sipping on your drink as the two of you drifted closer together in the small booth. You had just finished up at one of his book signings and had knocked back a few drinks each as you waited for Theseus and Leta to join you shortly.

 “Oh hello,” you giggled when he scooted into the booth right next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing an affectionate smooch to your cheek, taking your hand in his free one and then pressing a series of kisses to your knuckles. You were pleasantly buzzed from the mulled mead you’d had so far but Newt was clearly a little more on the tipsy side as he was suddenly lavishing you with unabashed affection that was usually reserved for the privacy of your own home.

 “Hello, darling girl. My muse, my...my angel in disguise. Wait no not disguise because you’re clearly otherworldly”, he paused his rambling to hum to himself in thought and you giggled again, feeling your cheeks warm as you looked back at him.

 “Newton, what?” You chuckled, reaching up to card your fingers through his unruly locks, watching him frown as he tried to find the words he was trying to say. He pouted to himself when he came up short and you pressed a kiss to his cheek with a fond smile “it’s okay, I don’t expect you to be a romantic poet when you’re drunk too.”

 “I’m not drunk!” Newt huffed, looking back you in offence and huffing again to himself “I was just trying to tell my girlfriend how important she is to me”, he sighed, slumping back against the booth and you smiled softly at him, leaning in to brush your lips against his slowly and that’s how you knew he was a lot more tipsy than he let on. Because usually in public, Newt only returned short and sweet kisses but this time he slipped his arms around you and kissed you back slowly with a soft but happy sigh.

 And in your slightly buzzed state you too allowed yourself to lean more into the kiss, sitting back quickly when some other patrons accidentally brushed against you as they made their way through the rapidly filling club.

 You glanced down at Newt’s watch, straightening your dress out “they’ll be here soon. Let’s go get us some more drinks before the bar gets swamped?”, you tugged Newt to his feet, smiling as his arm wrapped around your waist again as he lead you towards the bar.

 Newt had refused to drink around you other than a few casual drinks after your first and last time getting drunk together had resulted in him embarrassing himself. And as he pulled you closer into his side when another gentleman smiled a little too warmly at you, you couldn’t help but remember that time in your seventh year.

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You and Newt had practically sprinted to The Three Broomsticks once you’d both finished your N.E.W.Ts exams, knocking back all the strongest drinks they had on offer in celebration. You were sitting, pressed up together in the corner of the pub laughing as you reminisced over some of your memories together when Newt suddenly wrapped his arm around your waist.

Physical affection was no stranger to your friendship. In fact, usually not a single conversation or interaction went by without you touching one another in some way but Newt usually only ever slung his arm around your waist when you were cold or in need of comfort, or in those instances when you would perch yourself in his lap and he did so to steady you.

 What you hadn’t realised was that Zachary Lindensbaum had stepped into the pub flanked by his buddies, prompting such a response from Newt. He was the very same douchebag that had asked you out on a date the previous year only to humiliate you in front of half the school when he loudly announced it was all a prank and Newt felt a surge of protectiveness when he spotted him arrive, remembering how upset you had been that time.

 Protectiveness as well as an undeniable flare of jealousy at the memories that cropped up of Zachary spending those few days wooing you with his smarmy pickup lines, half wilted roses and messy love letters- if you could even call them that.

 Newt had been so certain he had experienced his first real heart-break when he saw you smile shyly back at the Gryffindor beater the year before. But then only a week later he was the one to find you crying, beside yourself with humiliation and he felt utter disdain and contempt for the first time in his life.

 So when he saw that Zachary had spotted you and the way his eyes lit up as he made a bee line towards your table, Newt curled his arm even tighter around you. You stopped mid-way through your story when you felt Newt pulling you into him and you looked over at him, following his line of sight and swallowing thickly when you saw Zachary.

 You hadn’t spoken to the other male since that day and you had really hoped to keep it that way but now you straightened up in your seat, bracing yourself for whatever Zachary had to say this time. Your jaw dropped however when Newt held a hand up towards the other male “Nope. Absolutely not.”

 Zachary had already slipped onto the bench across from you when Newt spoke and he just stared back at him dumbly for a moment “I’m sorry what?” he frowned, his eyes flicking between you two but you were just as gobsmacked too.

 Newt simply shook his head, making a shooing motion at Zachary “Nope”, he repeated, popping the ‘p’ while his other hand began to soothe up and down along your side in an attempt to calm you.

 “Nope what, Scamander? I just sat down”, Zachary scoffed back at him, his temper rapidly rising causing you to press into Newt anxiously.

 “And you’re leaving now. You’re not sitting here, you’re not welcome. We don’t want to hear what you have to say. Off you go,” Newt countered firmly, fixing the male with a cold stare.

 Newt spoke so matter of factly that you couldn’t believe your ears and neither could Zachary apparently because he just gaped at Newt for another minute before he got up from his seat wordlessly and left.

 You watched until Zachary and his friends were long out of sight before you looked up at Newt, your head spinning from a mixture of alcohol and the sheer shock of Newt so confidently sending your harasser away like a complete badass.

 Newt smiled back down at you, promptly slipping back into his usual sweet demeanour as he tucked a stray piece of your hair behind your ear “I think we need more drinks don’t you?” he hummed, his confidence leaving you breathless.

 The night wore on and you were both soon completely sloshed, leaning on each other and the table for support as you both slurred through your words. You got up from the table clumsily, giggling at Newt’s equally as clumsy attempt to steady you as he looked up at you like a kicked puppy “Y/N where going?” he drawled, clutching your hand.

 “Bathroom. Be right back.”, you hiccupped and your words were considerably clearer than his but it took you much longer to form your sentences. You made your way to the bathroom, emerging a while later and freezing in your tracks, sobering up immediately when you saw Newt standing cornered by Zachary and two of his burly friends.

 “SHE IS SO FAR OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE IT’S A JOKE!” Newt shouted, moving right into Zachary’s personal space as other patrons began to crowd around, wanting to catch a peek at the drama unfolding.

 You stood frozen by the bathroom door, staring at Newt in shock and rising fear when you saw Zachary’s fists clenched in response, but your alcohol addled state wasn’t allowing your feet to cooperate with your brain. In your mind you were already at Newt’s side, pulling him back from impending harm but in reality you were standing there dumbfounded.

 “What and you think a freak like you is more her league?!”, Zachary shouted back and Newt didn’t even flinch as he shook his head.

 “No. No one is this god forsaken school is good enough for her! You’re a total idiot for throwing away your shot like you did! And a- a complete Neanderthal for hurting her like that!”

 Zachary didn’t even have a chance to form a retort because Newt was continuing to rant on about all the reasons why he had messed up.

 “You could have been with the most loyal, kind hearted, passionate, breathtaking woman to exist! The most incredible, adorable, and strong woman but instead you decided to be a cruel and blithering idiot!”

 You stared at Newt with your mouth agape, feeling your heart race and not just from the alcohol as you took in his words. Some of your peers were staring back at you too because they knew he was talking about you even though he hadn’t used your name. It was only ever you.

 “I wish I’d had half a mind to make your hair permanently purple!”, Newt shouted, and all the other students went silent in shock as Zachary grit his teeth. Zachary’s purple hair had been the talk of the school for several weeks, leaving the other boy humiliated everywhere he went.

 “I KNEW it was you that swapped out my shampoo!” Zachary shouted back at him, his fist colliding with Newt’s face not a second later in a sickening crunch. And your brain finally snapped into gear as you ran to Newt, shoving past Zachary and his friends to grasp his shoulders “Newt!”

 Newt gripped his face in pain as he stumbled back, growing enraged again when he heard one of Zachary’s friends sneer “all over some Hufflepuff bitch,” which drew a few disgusted gasps from the surrounding crowd.

 “YOU TAKE THAT BACK!”, Newt shouted, going to shove the guy that had insulted you but you grabbed two jugs of iced water from the bar and threw them over the group of boys before any more punches could be thrown.

 They all gasped collectively at the shock from the ice water drenching them and some of the bartenders took the chance to grab Zachary’s sidekicks, throwing them out of the pub while the maître d’, Dottie, threw a mop and bucket and some towels at Newt and Zachary angrily.

 “Clean up your mess and piss off! And you lot, stop gawking like twits! Nothin’ to see here!” Dottie scowled, making sure the crowd dispersed before she turned to you, taking the empty jugs from your hands.

You immediately began to stutter, apologising profusely for the mess you’d caused but Dottie simply waved her hand at you dismissively. She was an plump, older woman who could be truly intimidating when she needed to be.

 “No harm done, blossom. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you two helping me clean up the last time things got rowdy.” she smiled warmly, pushing you to sit down before she handed you a glass of water, seeing how tipsy and sleepy you were.

 You shot Zachary a cold glare when he shoved past Newt after cleaning up the area and once he was gone you began fussing over Newt and his split lip.

 You were so far gone you didn’t trust your ability to perform a healing charm on him so you let out a breath of relief when Dottie appeared with an ice pack that you gratefully took from her.

 “Oh Newt, you shouldn’t have done that,” you sighed, holding the ice pack up to his lip and gently brushing his hair back from his eyes, sighing when he looked back at you with wide doe eyes “he was being an ass!”

 You sighed again as you shook your head at him, feeling incredibly guilty for not stepping in sooner “I know but you went and got yourself hurt, Newt.”

 Newt looked back at you with a dazed and dreamy smile, taking your hand “anything for my wife,” he murmured and you looked up at Dottie when the woman cackled in response, clapping Newt in the shoulder.

 “Deary me, son. I think ya gettin’ ahead of yourself. There’s a couple steps in between ya know, girlfriend, fiancé?”, she chuckled again when Newt shook his head, pointing a finger in your direction. “Nope. That’s my wife,” he said matter-of-factly, smiling back at you with pride.

 You were openly gawking at Newt now, your cheeks warm and your stomach flipping but you didn’t allow yourself to believe the adoring expression he wore. Instead you looked up at Dottie in alarm.

 “Oh my stars he’s concussed! I’ve gotta take him to the med bay!” you panicked, quickly stumbling to your feet while Newt continued to spout nonsense at you.

 But Dottie was quick to placate you, having one of her co-workers who was also a nurse come and check Newt over.

 Within half an hour the two of you were headed back to the castle hand in hand and Newt was mortified and made you promise that you would never discuss the events of the night again.

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 You couldn’t help but laugh as you reminisced on Newt’s drunk shenanigans, leaning into his side while he ordered a round of drinks for the pair of you and Theseus and Leta. He looked down at you, raising an eyebrow “are you laughing at me again?” He asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at you.

 You shook your head, leaning up on your toes to press a kiss to his cheek and before you could respond, Newt had knocked back the drink in front of him in one gulp.

In his tipsy state he had thought the drink was his own, completely failing to notice it was a different colour and served in a different glass to what he’d been drinking already.

 “Merlin that is NOT mulled mead!”, he gasped with wide eyes, his throat burning while the bartender stared back at him.

 “Hey! That’s my drink!”, a gentleman beside Newt complained just as the bartender shook his head in annoyance. You quickly intervened, paying for the drinks and a replacement for the disgruntled stranger beside you.

 Theseus and Leta appeared then, helping you to carry the drinks. “Newt, did I just see you shot a hogs tea?” Theseus asked incredulously, gripping his brother by the shoulder and you snapped your head up to look at Newt with wide eyes “Hogs tea!? He was already tipsy before!”

 Newt nodded, sitting down clumsily in the booth beside you while you hugged the couple in greeting.

The second you had pulled away from Leta, Newt wasted no time in tugging you into the booth beside him, wrapping his arms around your waist and hooking his chin over your shoulder.

 “Yes, definitely hogs tea”, Newt murmured, already beginning to slur his words. Leta and Theseus sat down across from you both, surprised to see Newt being so cuddly towards you. His affections for you had never been a secret but to see him so unreserved as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder and nuzzled at your neck was startling to the pair.

 “Newt, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk,” Leta said as Theseus nodded quickly in agreement.

 “Even I’ve only seen it a handful of times. What about you Y/N?”, he asked curiously, trying not to laugh at how flustered you were getting as Newt just smiled down at you with a love struck smile.

 “Only once before. After our N.E.W.Ts”, you murmured looking back at your boyfriend while Leta snorted at the memory. She’d heard about the drama the following day.

 “ ‘Mnot drunk thank you very much”, Newt protested with an irritated scowl, holding a finger up to Theseus challengingly and you giggled as you took his hand in your own, effectively drawing his attention back to you. You watched him as his features smoothed out again and he was gazing back at you in awe once again.

 “My beautiful wife,” he murmured, raising your hand to his lips and your mouth dropped in response as you felt your cheeks flush warm.

 Theseus slapped his hand on the table excitedly, practically bouncing with joy because he knew Newt had been planning to propose for a few months now. “What did you finally-OW” , he frowned when Leta stomped on his foot under the table.

 She too was excited at the prospect but she was much quicker to notice the surprise on your face and the obvious lack of a ring on your hand. There was no way she was about to let her boyfriend spoil her best friends eventual proposal.

 Thankfully you were completely oblivious as usual, shaking your head at Theseus “no he’s just drunk. He did this exact same thing last time- except I thought he was concussed then,” you breathed out, looking back at your boyfriend in wonder.

 You stayed at the club for another hour or so, glad to catch up with Theseus and Leta even though you were very distracted by how handsy and cuddly Newt was being. Theseus of course found the whole situation to be hilarious and decided to start correcting his brother, grinning at how increasingly frustrated Newt was growing.

“Water for my wife!” Newt announced proudly, setting a glass in front of you and only spilling a bit of it as he returned to his spot beside you, slinging his arm around your waist.

 “Your girlfriend you mean,” Theseus corrected with a slight smirk when Leta shot him an exasperated look.

 “No. Wife.”

 “Girlfriend.”

 “Wife.”

 And even Leta was starting to smile now watching the brothers bicker while you just watched on with a bewildered smile.

 “Oh you mean, MY wife?”, Theseus questioned, mocking confusion as he reached for your hand, gesturing to himself.

 “No!”, Newt huffed, slapping Theseus’ hand away and curling his arm around you tighter and this time Leta grinned as she decided to tease her friend too, taking your hand in her own.

 “My wife?”, she smirked, pressing a loud smooch to the back of your hand making you giggle.

 “NO!” Newt gasped with wide eyes, looking so miserable that you quickly took pity on him, slipping your hand out of Leta’s and cupping his face in your hands.

 “Okay okay! Honey I think it’s time we got you home”, you smiled sweetly at him before you brushed your lips against his and Newt promptly relaxed again.

 You said your goodbyes to Theseus and Leta before you made your way back to your flat with Newt. You didn’t correct him once, allowing yourself to enjoy the illusion of being Mrs. Scamander like you so wished to be.

 And when Newt woke the following morning with a pounding headache you were beside him waiting with a light breakfast and a cup of tea ready for him.

 “Merlin, did I do anything embarrassing last night?” Newt groaned, setting his hand on your knee as he sat up gingerly.

 “Not at all my, love,” you smiled, passing him his tea and leaning in to press a kiss to his head “nothing at all.”

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[sophsun1]

oooh elaborate on the tea pls

Hey anon!

It was just about Randy being upset with some of the storylines on the show which isn't a secret and the writers supposedly taking an offence to that and retaliating within the scripts later on (which is shitty but not unheard of in television). But apparently he raised issues with the dance scenes in 1x20 with the king of babylon and the angel scenes when he was working at the club to earn money in 2x14. He wasn't exactly comfortable with having to do them and I feel his pain because as a viewer I can't watch they make me cringe not because of him he did his best and the guy can dance. So I can only imagine having to film them when you're not exactly wanting to do it.

He then gave some interviews expressing his issues with some of the storylines they gave Justin and Britin. The writers then according to what tea I read took some of the dialogue he gave as criticism about britin's relationship in the interviews and presented them as a conversation between Jennifer and Justin and had him refute what he said in character as Justin, which yikes @ writers....

I mean I'm not surprised as you hear about this stuff happening even now about how touchy writers/creators can be about their 'vision' and don't take too kindly when actors try to add their thoughts.

[prose-for-hire]

What’s a soul without it’s mate?

Part one

Pairing: Willow x vamp!reader

Request: Mostly requested by myself and a kind and encouraging anon for a sequel to ‘a lie taken to the grave’

A/N: I like a reader with a bit of a backstory/personality. Mention of past Bangel. You guys seemed to like the first part, so I hope the second part is just as enjoyable 🖤💖

You had tried not to wait outside her house like some kind of monster. Like this obsessive creature of the night she had no doubt pictured you as in her mind. But not checking on her, making sure she was safe, was hard. You had tried to speak to her earlier but she was now heavily guarded by her friends at all times, especially after dark.

You had come to speak to her, not just stand around like some lovesick fool. Like the lovesick fool you were for her.

You would have to act, there was no other way. To stand even another minute without her love would be enough to suck the very soul from your body.

You looked up at her window. The light was on. Flickering. Your last ember of hope.

You nodded, resolving you had to see her. Get on your knees if you must. This love was too great. You jumped up to the balcony of her room. Easily spanning the gate and stepping onto the cold concrete under your feet. You paused, only for a moment. Eyes closing, a silent prayer. Not that anybody took heed to yours anymore.

But you were willing to try anything. For her.

“Willow? Oh, sweet Willow, please be home” You whispered, tapping on the door to her balcony.

She opened her blinds, almost instantly. As if she had sensed you there. Her face trying so desperately to be unmoving. To not give away how hard this was for her.

Your heart rose and sank in the same moment. Her face was puffy, she had been crying. Because of you.

She opened the doors to the balcony, allowing her to hear you speak.

“Please, my love? Uh, ‘hear me out’ as they say…”

“Y/n, I’ve read about you, about the people you used to, um, hang out with” Willow warned you, trying to hide the waver in her voice. The fact that she wanted to collapse back into your arms.

“I was young, and foolish. I had not yet learned of love. Of you” You insisted, “How can I prove I never meant you any harm?” You said softly. Your hand slid into hers and she began to soften, her face kind and seemingly ready to make up. You wished to hear about her college work and about the hijinks with her little human friends. She wanted to hear about your life, your history. About how you coped, spent your time.

But all too quickly she snapped her hand away. Removing those possibilities. For tonight, at least.

“Th-this isn’t fair, Y/n. With the pleading and the softness and the… you” She almost crumbled at the end but shook herself in resolve. She clambered onto the balcony to face you, her sweet nature giving you more of a chance than you deserved.

“I take it all back, Willow. I would in a single heartbeat” You rushed these words, you needed her to understand. That it was the single biggest regret in any of your lives.

“B-but you don’t do you?”

“Of course I w-”

“No. You don’t have a heartbeat” Willow said slowly, tears beginning to stream down her face as she shook her head at you. That pout that turns into a grimace when she cries almost broke you into pieces. She felt stupid, as if you had played a game.

Her reaction was physically painful. You were sure you would be ash and dust before sunrise one way or another. Whether by her words or actions.

“Dear, sweet Willow. You have my word, I did not wish to harm-”

“You can’t just do this! You- you lied! That’s big, bigger than big - it’s massive!” She exploded, using her hands as she spoke. You had always found it endearing when she got worked up, but never over something you had done to her. It made you sad, you could have wept freely.

“My love, I apologise. I am laid bare for you, can you not see? I would walk into the sunlight myself, wait for dawn to toss my ashes asunder for what I have done to you. Back to where I belong. The hell that was, that is, when you are not near...” You voice cracked with emotion, your eyes pleading with every intake of unneeded breath.

She shook her head, tears dripping down her neck. You averted your gaze though, less she thought you were thinking something you wouldn’t. Never without her permission, anyway.

She sniffed, managing to look at your face. She had fallen for you so deeply. Your soft touch. Understanding nature. The way you spoke. So lyrical. But so obviously not from this time. How had she missed this?

You took this sign. Her wanting to look at you again. This one shred of hope she had afforded since you appeared to her that her heart may thaw for you. That you may win her favour in some way.

“Y-you mean that? I mean all of that… to you?” She whispered it. She had been unsure of your intentions. Which, you understood. It was natural.

You nodded, of course. You stepped towards her, tentatively at first. But with more confidence when she did not flinch away.

You moved your cold hands to caress her cheeks. Cupping them softly. She closed her eyes at the action and it made tears begin to creep up behind your eyes. Stinging and pushing against the back of your eyeballs. It was painful, this feeling. That once this dam would break it may be over. You couldn’t mourn something that was not yet dead. This was forever, to you. You had only ever felt alive when she was around.

Even now, feeling her skin under yours. It warmed you. Gave you hope.

“I need more time, y/n” she sighed, wiping her tears on her sleeve.

“It has been a week, my love...” you said softly but she was unmoving, except for stepping reluctantly from your touch. She meant it and she could be stubborn, you adored this about her. She backed away, her eyes on you before she slipped back into her room.

Leaving you out on the balcony alone. The darkness and sorrow caressing your broken heart.

It had been months and your heart began to wither as you had spent so much time away from her. An acquaintance of yours had arrived back in Sunnydale and you had convinced him to go for a drink with you. Neither of you fit in with the other vampires and so you had bonded for decades over this.

He chose the Bronze, neither of you were welcome in any demon bar. Both of you had souls. His, cursed upon him and yours transferred after you showed goodness even when you were pure demon.

You made a correct choice, one of mercy despite you not having a soul. Which meant that a coven took pity on you, wanted to allow you to experience something closer to humanity.

It was a gift, your soul. In name, not necessarily in practice. It gave you so much guilt. You still struggled to come to terms with. But you would rather this than be who you once had been.

You and he had bumped into each other every decade or so, catching up and sometimes at odds depending where in the soul-cycle either of you were. He was probably the only person you would dare call a friend although many people did not even know that you were acquainted. Angel gave you an understanding smile as you sat beside him, sliding a drink towards him.

“How have you been?”

“You know…”

“Oh yeah” He muttered in agreement. He knew exactly how you had been. The same as him. And, this was where the conversation died. It was a comfortable silence between you both but filled with your own regrets and horrors twisting through your mind. You sat there, nursing your drinks in silence for a long while.

Angel had returned from LA and wasn’t sure if seeing Buffy would be a good idea. But he ached for her. To see her. Talk to her, even for a moment. You tried to offer some comfort, told him that if the powers wanted them to be together one day they would find a way.

He nodded, knowing that this was all you could offer. Both of you knew better than to cling to false hope after everything you had seen. And done.

“You and Willow then? When did this happen? I would’ve thought you’d learn from my mistakes” He said, knowing you needed to talk about it. You both shared a humourless laugh at his words before you tried to explain it.

“She is… everything.” You breathed, glassy eyed. 

Your voice speaking from the soul. The soul that was now in a constant despair. For what was a soul without it’s mate? 

Without her, it all felt meaningless to you. All of it.

“We found each other, in here actually. She had joked that I was ‘too cool’ for the Bronze and I took offence. I believed she was calling me cold-hearted, or worse, a vampire.” You continued.

“They speak so differently from when we lived” Angel nodded in agreement, although he had at least assimilated better than you had. You kind of missed his Irish accent, but you did not miss the demon that came with it.

“She found my grave, I had never told her that I had died. I fell for her, completely and couldn’t find a way to explain. I hate it, it’s one of the worst things I have done. Her poor, sweet, heart”

Angel didn’t mention that he had seen you killing and torturing people before, which might have been a regret worth thinking about over lying to Willow. But he understood, you had never had an attachment like this. Your love for her was pure. Probably the only part of you that had not been touched by the demon was your love for her.

So, you had clung to it. Selfishly.

As you spoke, Willow and her friends had arrived at the bar. Both you and Angel sensed it and shared a look. Your respective lost loves were walking towards the bar. Your hearts breaking over and over with every footstep it took them to get there.

You both shifted uncomfortably, noticing that their eyes were on you. Anya had announced that you were both there. Apparently, they all knew your face now. Probably because you were enemy number one.

After some drinking and some talking that you and angel pretended you couldn’t hear, Willow shakily got to her feet and walked towards you both. Her eyes the entire night had only been on you and so when she got up to the table she only just noticed who you were sat with.

“Oh, uh, hi Angel” Willow did a little wave before turning back to you, “Y/n, we should talk”

Angel nodded, muttering his good luck to you. It was so quiet that it was only detectable to you, so you nodded subtly and heard him leave. All of this happening without Willow noticing. She was taking a deep breath, trying to categorise and re-categorise her thoughts. Sort through what she wanted to say.

“What you did, it was wrong” You opened your mouth to speak but she shook her head to stop you and you instantly complied, “But I-I understand. You had so many chances where you could have hurt me or Buffy. I was kinda scared that you only wanted to be with me so that you could get to slay the slayer and-”

“Never” You breathed solemnly. You could care less for the slayer, apart from of course gratitude for her saving the world and your Willow.

“- I didn’t get why you would want me for… me” She admitted, taking your hand in hers, “I don’t wanna be apart anymore, Y/n. I miss you so much”

“You mean it!?” Your eyes danced, smile widening more than it ever had. You were overjoyed. To be cast in such favourable light. Nothing mattered unless she was with you. Loving you as you loved her.

She nodded, smiling. Both of your eyes reflected a glassy delight in the others. This felt right. You and her. Together.

You leaned in, pressing the lightest kiss to her lips. It was chaste, sincere. Not willing to pressure her into a deeper kiss less she be snatched from your side again. Her lips grazed yours and you finally felt that breath of life you had been sadly missing since she had left.

“Come home with me” She whispered as you both pulled back. Your eyes lit up, you had been fearful that she would never

But her home was yours, she had always felt this way. She didn’t want to waste anymore time. She just wanted you.

She slipped her hand back into yours and led you, weaving between the crowds. The two of you against the world. How it should be.

All was well in the world again.

[dhwty-writes]

You might be a god: BUT DONT YOU DARE TOUCH MY CUPCAKE!!!

Anon, I love you. This was a great prompt! I also already failed the “short ficlet” part. Enjoy 1.2k words of bantering idiots!

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“Jaskier,” Geralt said menacingly, his voice a low growl that would have sent most humans running while screaming in terror. “No.”

“But Geralt,” he whined instead, batting his eyelashes, “are you truly this cruel a man to deny me of the basest pleasures?”

“Yes. Stop it.” He bared his teeth in order to keep his façade from softening. Another thing that would have put any ordinary man to flight.

But Jaskier was no ordinary man. Strictly speaking, he was no man at all.

So, he did not hesitate to drape himself dramatically across Geralt’s lap, his wrist theatrically pressed to his forehead while he sighed wistfully; a gesture he had undoubtedly copied from one of the atrocious plays he enjoyed so much. “’Tis true, your heart bears no love for me. Surely I shall perish in despair while hopelessly longing for but a shred of affection bestowed upon me by my dearest and most devout follower.”

He growled again, shoving at his shoulder in a feeble attempt to push him away, even though he knew he wouldn’t succeed. “Your only follower, you mean.”

Jaskier gasped in mock offence, clutching at his chest. “How dare you, dear witcher mine?” he chattered. “I assure you, you are not my only follower by a stretch. Although, you are certainly the one doing the worst job of staying in my favour. I would appreciate it, if you could multiply your efforts, thank you very much.” The theatrics had reached another level in the past few weeks. Had they met a group of travelling mummers recently? He couldn’t remember.

Then again, Jaskier was right. He wasn’t his only follower—he wasn’t even a follower, really, Jaskier had started following him, not the other way around—and there were many times when he vanished to follow another call for his attention. Well, whoever had taught him that, Geralt would like to have a serious conversation with them. What were they doing, running around and teaching the most ostentatious being he had ever crossed paths with how to be even more pretentious?

“Here’s the thing,” he replied, this time unable to keep the self-satisfied smirk off his face, “no matter how often you multiply zero, the outcome stays the same. Don’t they teach you math where you come from?”

“Don’t they teach you math where you come from?” he mocked him. “For the record, they don’t. You humans think you’re so smart for inventing numbers while you miss the entire point.”

“Not a human.”

He shrugged. “Human, witcher, dwarf. You’re mortal, the differences are trivial.”

Geralt waited for him to elaborate further. He didn’t, much too preoccupied with growing his fingernails and biting them off again, a thing he had seen a child do not three days past. After the third repetition, he couldn’t take it anymore. “Alright, I’ll bite,” he relented. “What’s the point?”

“What point?” Jaskier asked innocently, now attempting to rip the fingernails off instead of biting. “Ouch!” he exclaimed after accidentally removing the whole thing. Fascinated, he observed the blood flowing from the wound. “Look, Geralt,” he said excitedly, “I’m bleeding!”

He rolled his eyes in fond exasperation. “Congratulations, you have a body.”

“Yes, well, I am rather new to this whole body-business, so—”

“The point, Jaskier,” he interrupted him. They weren’t getting anywhere like this. “You said numbers weren’t the point, what is it then?”

“Oh.” He appeared genuinely taken aback by the question. After a moment of deliberation, he said: “It’s obvious.” Apparently, that was all he had to say on that matter, for he scrambled up so that he was straddling Geralt’s lap, resting his chin on his chest. “Will you let me have your cupcake?” he asked again.

“No,” Geralt said again. “I haven’t had a cupcake in months.”

“So mean.” The pout on his face was adorable. But not quite adorable enough to change the witcher’s mind. “Well, I never had a cupcake before.”

“You can make one out of thin air!”

“But that’s not the same.” He wiggled closed, batting his eyelashes again. “Pleeeaase?”

“No!” He tried shoving him off again. “Fuck off.” He didn’t budge. A witcher might seem an immortal among men, but what was the strength of an immortal against a god?

For that was exactly what Jaskier was: a god, albeit a young one who had only recently acquired a corporeal form and who was still testing its limits as well as those of Geralt’s patience. “Halfsies?”

“No. You might be a god, but don’t you dare touch my cupcake!”

“No fair,” he pouted again. “I sha-oof.” A blank expression took over Jaskier’s face, jaw slack, eyes glazing over. Several months had passed since the initial panic of seeing him in such a state; by now Geralt knew how to recognise the look of a follower calling upon their patron.

A few moments passed before Jaskier shook out of it. “Uagh,” he said, opening and closing his mouth as if he had just tasted something particularly disgusting.

“Prayer?” Geralt prompted.

“Worse. A talentless wastrel who dared to call upon me in need of inspiration.” He sighed and slumped down again. “They don’t get it, Geralt, it’s worse than numbers. Inspiration is just the rainfall to water your budding crops. But nothing—neither god nor devil nor in-between—can cause a barren field to flourish. I just—”

“Jaskier,” he interrupted him dutifully, “you have to go.”

“I don’t wanna,” he mumbled, resembling a temper tantrum throwing toddler more than the divine being he was.

“You have to. You’ve got your job, I’ve got mine.” He pulled him close against his chest for a moment. “Go,” he whispered against the crown of his hair, “I’ll be here when you come back.”

“Alright.” Jaskier gifted him one last bright smile and then he was gone.

The witcher sat up with a sigh. “Finally,” he muttered to Roach, “some peace and quiet.”

He stretched out languidly, enjoying the delightful space, ready to enjoy an equally delightful cupcake. He raised it to his mouth, inhaled the delicious scent, and—halted. He looked around warily, half expecting to see the young God of Music and Deceit standing nearby, sniggering.

But he wasn’t. There was no-one there besides him and Roach.

“Damned godlet,” Geralt cursed as he got to his feet, fetching his pack. “Making me go all soft.”

After rummaging around for a bit, he managed to procure a small bowl with a simple symbol affixed to one side: a lute with buttercups twining around it; the first miracle Jaskier had worked in the mortal realm, a miniature shrine for his first follower.

“I want you to know that I am very cross with you for this,” he grumbled as he broke the cupcake in half, depositing one in the bowl. “I would’ve loved to enjoy this on my own, but I can’t anymore and it’s all your fault. There. Here’s your halfsies.” He got to his feet to stomp back to his bedroll, but hesitated for just one moment. Then, silently, he added: ‘Come back soon.’

And somehow, sillily, selfishly, he found himself wishing his earlier words to be true: ‘Would that I were your only follower. Would that you could always stay with me.’

Then he turned his back, sillily stomping to his bedroll. A shame that he did, for that made him miss the answer carried on the evening breeze: ‘I always was; I always am; I always will be.’