#biggest regret not to having taken pics

[chiara-klara-claire]

Koningsdag 2023 👑 🧡 🇳🇱

[creedslove]

HEARTLESS 💔 - PART FIVE

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

Summary: Jack regrets treating you so bad lately after he learned you cried because of him, but he doesn't know how to handle the situation at all

(This is the fifth part of the HEARTLESS 💔 series)

• PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE |

PART FOUR

Warnings: angst, hurt, fluff (because Wyatt is the cutest child in the whole world), asshole! jack, mom!reader

A/N: I don't know what to think... Jack is overall a dick, but he wasn't that bad in this one, i really don't know what you will all think of this chapter besties ❤️

2.8k words

Friday night came without warning and with that, it just dragged your heart around. You still hadn't wrapped your head around the fact Jack had managed to blackmail you into going to the ranch after pulling the extremely cowardly card of bringing lawyers into the games. 

You knew the court wouldn't side with Jack, not in a normal situation at least, but the expenses of having to hire a lawyer to defend your cause, plus the drama Wyatt would be brought into would be too traumatic for him. He was so little and so innocent, he didn't deserve to find out his dad had left him, and then suddenly decided to come back and now he was going to try to take him away from his mommy.  

And because he wasn't just a regular man with a regular job, he was an agent. He worked for one of the biggest agencies in the world, and you didn't know until what extent that went, but you figured it would be very easy for him to influence a judge for instance. There were too many possibilities and you were not willing to risk your son in a situation like that. He was your everything, the little one you loved the most in your life, you felt a kind of love you thought wasn't even possible to feel. Before your son was born, you thought the love you felt for Jack was the most intense feeling you'd ever experienced, which was, it was a romantic feeling, it swept you off your feet and you knew that even if you found love again, it wouldn't compare to what you felt for that asshole of a cowboy. But the love you felt for your son was almost blinding, you couldn't even imagine yourself losing the right to see him every day, it hurt you to even consider such a possibility, and that was why you would have to submit to Jack's will at least for the moment. 

You finished packing your bag for the weekend and placed it right next to your son's, which had been done with his help, two days earlier, because your boy couldn't control his excitement. As much as you were tense and scared of what would happen on the ranch, you were also glad to see your son's happiness. You were both incredibly happy and also broken to see he was indeed a little cowboy at heart, just like his dad. 

You sighed and began putting the things you didn't pack away, stopping as you found your memory box inside of your wardrobe, knowing exactly what it was inside of it. Your heart raced and it wasn't a good idea to take a look at it, but you couldn't fight your feelings any longer, so you dragged it over your bed and opened it. 

There were so many pictures in it, pictures of you as a kid, your family, your life and pictures of the ranch and the cowboy you loved once so much. Technically Jack should avoid being caught on cameras, as this could be harmful to his job as a secret agent, not that it mattered, you never really understood how he could work as an agent, there was nothing discreet about him, he was a cowboy for god's sake, he drew everyone's attention in the room, but still, rules were meant to be obeyed. However, Jack never said no to you, and that included pictures. He never resisted your cute polaroids, you just loved clinging to him and snapping your pics together. 

You had pictures of the ranch, the little animals and of course pictures of you Jack. You had a sad smile as you watched them, one by one, being taken by so many memories, so much happiness you had felt at those moments. 

You only realized you were crying when your sight got blurry and one tear fell onto the picture, you quickly wiped it, not wanting it to be ruined and when Wyatt walked into your bedroom for the third time that night. He just couldn't help himself and he was so excited he had to snuggle you. He quietly walked to your bed, his curious eyes scanning you, tilting his head "why awe you cwying, mommy?" He asked innocently and you sniffed, drying your tears and shaking your head. You lifted your son up, helping him in bed, next to you, and showed him the picture. He smiled sweetly as he saw you, his tiny finger stroking your image in the picture with affection. Wyatt loved his mommy with all his heart. 

But then something caught his attention, the man that stood next to you in the frame, even if he had the stetson and the sunglasses on, the little boy was able to recognize him anywhere 

"Cowboy, mama!!!" He said with a giggled and then frowned "whewe's Wyatt?" He pouted and you bit your lips "you were just a tiny little bean in mama's womb when I was friends with the cowboy" you said and saw as your son nodded. You didn't know if he was able to put the information together, but he didn't say anything at all, he just smiled "cowboy my fwiend too!" He giggled and you snuggled him closer. 

You felt you couldn't hold back the emotion in you and let out your tears, just as Wyatt got distracted with the other pictures of the ranch. He loved seeing the animals, and the flowers and it just made him happier and happier to know he was going to visit his cowboy friend. 

When he looked up at you, he saw your tears and widened his big brown eyes "don't cwy mommy, pwease" he said sweetly and snuggled into you.

You held him closer and you didn't even notice when he fell asleep, you were too far deep in your memories, knowing you would never be as happy as you were one day, because you would never have Jack with you. Not the Jack you loved at least, because the one you were going to meet in a few hours could never be the same man that stole your heart. 

       •••

Jack paced his kitchen nervously, he was anxious and eager to see his son. A part of him still doubted you would show up with Wyatt, as much as he persuaded you to come by not playing fair, he still worried in his heart that he wouldn't see his son. And he'd been looking forward to it the whole week, it was just so hard not to stop by your apartment every single day to see him, be welcomed by his sweet face, his adorable voice and giggles and his expressive eyes that would never deceive Jack's paternity. 

Helen sighed "Jack, I'm trying to finish these cupcakes for your boy and you are getting in the way, soon enough Y/N will be here and I can't wait to see my little boy" she said excitedly and earned herself a frown

"Your boy?" 

"Yeah, you know damn well he is like a grandson to me, just as you are like a son to me, when you aren't being unbearable" the older woman said. She'd been working for Jack as his housekeeper on the ranch ever since he bought it, being at least a good twenty years older than him, she immediately took a liking to him in a maternal way. After she learned about his loss, she made sure to dedicate him her time just as she would to her own kids, as if his own kids had done something horrible, she felt so disappointed when he kicked you out while pregnant and never went after his son. Helen didn't know what had changed, and if she had to guess, she thought Jack himself probably didn't know what had changed, but she was happy, because she was going to see you again and meet your little boy. 

He checked the table Helen had set for you and Wyatt and bit his lip, she could see he was tense and walked to him, placing her hand on his shoulder "they're gonna be here soon, don't worry about it" Helen reassured him and smiled as the two of them could hear the sound of a car approaching.

"Told you" she said excitedly and went outside. 

Wyatt was too excited and couldn't even control how his little heart raced as he was still trapped by the safety belt. 

"Huwy mommy!!! I wanna pway!" He whined and as soon as you helped him off, he ran to Jack, squealing excitedly and opening his arms to him. Jack's excitement was also visible, he lowered himself to welcome his boy, but Helen was faster, being so eager to meet him. She wrapped her arms around him and lifted him up, making your own heart flutter to see how much she cared about your son. 

Wyatt was a little confused at first, but he giggled and looked at the woman 

"Hi, I Wyatt!" He said sweetly and looked at her, but Jack was faster and picked him up 

"Let me talk to my beautiful boy!" He tickled his tummy as his son wrapped his arm around his neck 

"Hi cowboy!" He giggled adorably and stared at him with the same eyes Jack saw every day in the mirror.

Helen immediately wrapped her arms around you, excited to see you after the years and showering in compliments, you felt your heart warming, seeing her made you feel so glad, but then Jack walked to the two of you, only nodding his head at you. 

When everyone was back in the kitchen, Jack placed Wyatt comfortably on his lap, as he showed him all the food they could have for breakfast. The man cleared his throat and looked at you 

"Join us Y/N, you must be hungry too" he said coldly and you nodded, Helen could see the tension between the two of you was thick enough she could cut with it a knife, but Wyatt was innocent, he smiled big at you and pointed at the beautiful cake "chocolate cake, mommy! Can I have it pwease?" He gave you the puppy eyes and you nodded at him, Jack looked at the little boy and smiled "do you like this one, little man? It's my favorite too!" He tickled his tummy once more, loving his beautiful sweet little laugh. 

You only sipped your orange juice but didn't feel like eating anything at all, as being back at that house was causing you a big wave of emotion; it'd been your home once, you'd wake up everyday and have breakfast there with your boyfriend, or late at nights when you would have a quickie with him, pressing against the kitchen counter. 

You blushed softly as you thought of that and saw Jack was staring at you, he had asked you a question but you hadn't heard it as you were too deep in thought 

"I told you you can take the guest room down the hallway upstairs, you know where it is" he instructed and you nodded, excusing yourself as you didn't feel hungry at all, and thankfully, Jack gave you the perfect excuse to stay away from him. How convenient, you thought to yourself. 

You thanked Helen for the amazing breakfast though you hadn't eaten anything, but you could tell by the way your son chewed his food enthusiastically he was enjoying it for the both of you.

You quickly observed Jack handling Wyatt's food and thought it was quite interesting he wasn't so clueless about taking care of a child, maybe he was making an effort after all. 

You told your son you would organize the bedroom and he nodded, turning his attention back at the man. 

Jack made sure to pay attention to him, answer his silly questions and show Wyatt he was having a great time with him, until his son sipped his juice so he would wash down the food and place his small hand on his big one.

"Mommy was cwying last night" he said innocently, not understanding that maybe he shouldn't talk about personal things like those. Jack raised his eyebrow curiously at Wyatt and wanting to know more about it. 

"Was she? And why was that?" 

"Because of cowboy" he shrugged simply "cowboy and mommy wewe fwiends" he added and in his childish way told Jack about the pictures his mommy kept, about the animals he'd seen in them and how mommy had told him she used to be friends with the cowboy but they weren't anymore. 

Jack took a deep breath, he tried to seem unbothered by it, but he felt a pit of guilt in his stomach, he had no idea you'd keep your pictures together, he'd figure you would've erased every single trace of him from your life, but apparently you hadn't. Jack sighed as he thought that maybe he shouldn't have been so harsh on you, maybe he should have been loving, sweeter, he should have fallen to your feet and begged you for forgiveness, that would've been better than calling you a bitch. 

"Helen, can you stay with Wyatt and make sure he gets another slice of cake? I gotta check on Y/N really quick.." he asked the woman, who was more than happy to spend time with the adorable little boy. 

Jack assured him he'd be back soon and ran upstairs as fast as he could, walking through the hallway and finding you inside of the guest room. 

You were unpacking Wyatt's bag and placing his clothes inside the drawers, Jack wanted to tell you to stop, as he had prepared a surprise for you and Wyatt, Jack had turned one of the empty rooms into a beautiful bedroom for his son. He'd picked the decoration himself, everything full of farm animals and other things he thought his son might like it and he would keep it a surprise until it was bedtime, so he'd let his son decide if he wanted to sleep with his mom or by himself in his bedroom, like a baby boy, even if he wasn't sure Wyatt would sleep alone in a different house. 

But he stopped himself and only watched you. 

You looked so beautiful while doing something so simple such as folding some clothes, Jack felt his cold stone heart yearning for something he forced himself to pretend he didn't want anymore. 

He took off his hat and held it in his hand and walked inside

"Y/N?" He asked in a low voice, even if it wasn't his intention, he startled you and you jumped a little, turning to him and feeling anxious. You were mentally preparing yourself to spend the whole weekend next to the man that broke your heart, you knew eventually you'd have problems, you just didn't want it to be less than an hour after you arrived. 

"What do you need, Jack?" You asked him, as you saw him approaching you. His eyes scanned you shamelessly, he looked at your face, down your body and saw you hadn't aged a day, though you still managed to look more beautiful than before. Your body was looking gorgeous as ever and at that moment no matter how much he'd lied to himself over the years, he would give up everything to run his hands down your curves. He was at a loss of words at that moment, placing his hat on the bed and taking a step closer 

"I'm sorry… about how I treated you, sugar, I really regret it" he said and looked into your eyes, but it wasn't enough, you needed to know what he meant and how much he meant it, so Jack's hand got on hips quickly, pulling you to him and before you could react to anything, his lips met yours in a needy kiss. 

He was finally kissing those beautiful lips years later after making you go away, it felt to him he had returned home, at the same time it also felt not a day had passed after your last kiss. He was so glad in to be kissing you he barely noticed your hands pushing him away at the same time you managed to break the kiss.

You wiped your mouth as he took a step back and the next thing he felt was your hand on his cheek, a slap strong enough its sound echoed through the room. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Jack?" You raised your voice, furious to have been kissed by him, as he held the part of his face you'd slapped him as hard as you could, finally placing his hand down, you could see the redness and your handprint on his skin.

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A/N: idk besties, he deserved the slap, but the kiss 💋🔥🔥🔥🔥

[lol-jackles]

I think I need context. Does Creation Ent have the habit of doing group shots? Was this a one-off and R2 happened to be left out because they were on stage?

Not the same anon, but yes. There was a group shot taken while R2 were on stage and Rich got weird and pissy about it online (besides his tweet, he also retweeted a couple fans ones talking about how important R2 are to the SPN fandom). So CE photoshopped R2 in and reposted. The thing is, it wasn't like ONLY R2 were left out, there were actually a LOT of guests not in the pic but Rich only cared about him and Rob missing.

Original pic: https://x.com/CreationEnt/status/1827815114105385268 Photoshopped pic they reposted: https://x.com/CreationEnt/status/1829243100411355438

Rich's og post: https://x.com/dicksp8jr/status/1827842304536699219 Repost of the photoshopped pic: https://x.com/dicksp8jr/status/1829253548133232774

posts Rich retweeted after his first tweet and before the photoshopped pic was posted: https://x.com/twicksterart/status/1827847844146929696 https://x.com/rsjrfanworld/status/1828022471624126714

Wait, R2 are no longer working Fridays? Who took over? It's stuff like this I kind of sort of regretted noping out on Fridays and doing partial Saturdays and see for myself the R2 in action. I would only accept R2 as the "heart of the show" re one of the tweets I saw, is if Richard says to Rob. "This one time at band camp, you totally looked like Alyson Hannigan twin."

What, before your time? So anyways...

Original picture. Lol Cliffy Kosterman snuck himself in..

What Richard retweeted

Photoshopped picture.

Yeah, I don't get it. Look, even the biggest talents like Mariah Carey and Tom Cruise are not supposed to get a pass for their huge egos. Yes they do get away with a lot because they bring in the huge stacks on money, but they're not supposed to because managing your egos is just being considerate to your colleagues. Rich and Rob are as low-tier C listers as one can get.

Are Rich and Rob so broke that they don't even own accountability?

[newlyy]

I feel like I’m in a really weird in-between in my life, like between my past and my future, which is unknown to me, or between what I thought I wanted my life would be and maybe a different possibility.

I was working on a case today and the case file had a picture of a toddler girl with blond hair and generally I don’t want kids. It’s like. Something i decided on a long time ago and I don’t revisit it because I am pretty sure I don’t want them. Or at the very least, I know my current life wouldn’t support kids. I don’t have a significant other and I wouldn’t take on the responsibility alone, for one. I also have certain aspects of a childless life I wouldn’t want to give up

But seeing that pic I had a moment of like real fear where I was like oh my god, is not having kids going to be my life’s biggest regret? I could have a daughter or daughters and I’m shutting the door on them, on that side of me. Am I setting my life on a course that will cement a future of unhappiness right now? Is there still time to change? Do I want to change?

And it doesn’t help that I’m at the age where my friends are having babies (truthfully, I’m a little past that age). My childhood best friend has kids, my middle school best friend is pregnant, my high school friend has kids, my college friend has kids. Truly, my friends all smell like weed or little babies. And I’m not either of those things. I’m just some in between state. And weirdly, I think that sense of being unsettled has become more pronounced with me getting a job, whereas before I had a job, I would have thought it’d be the opposite, that I’d be firmly planted in the shape of my life when I got a job. But I almost wonder if those years of employment and not doing anything were a way to check out and live life without committing to any particular life. But now I’ve taken a stand, I have my own place, I pay my bills, I have a job I love. I made a decision, but is this what I want?

[elvenbeard]

2077, April

"You really think I can make it, survive this?"

"'Course you can. I mean, you did already die and come back once, didn't ya?"

The chance of a lifetime the Konpeki Plaza Heist should have been turned Vince's existence into a living nightmare. Going from "just living, day by day" to "sheer survival, at all costs" in the manner of moments and following a row of bad decisions made by everyone involved, this was now definitely his last chance to get his life back on the right track. A second chance, after so many other second chances he'd already botched... while the one who would've really deserved another shot was now gone from Vince's life forever.

Jackie, the one person he had never regretted to trust in, who had never let him down, helped him out of the greatest messes, wouldn't be at his side through his biggest challenge so far. Vince would often lie awake at night wondering "What if he'd just kept the damn biochip? Would he be here now, instead of me? Why am I still here when he'd deserved it so much more?"

But then again... Jackie wouldn't have deserved Johnny Silverhand, Vince's newly acquired brain parasite from days long gone, unwanted voice of unreason, and perpetual threat to his mere existence.

Vince was dying, losing himself, little by little, day by day, after it had taken him ten long years to get to a point of self-acceptance and recognizing his strengths, desires, what he truly wanted from life. It was the cruelest irony of fate imaginable.

Misty's words accompanied him through his darkest moments: as long as your heart's still beating, there is hope.

Vince never wanted to be a legend... but for Jackie's sake, he'd make sure everyone would remember their names. He'd survive this, get rid of the Relic, of the terrorist in his brain, and make it out alive. No matter the cost.

Vince through the years (7/9)

A handful of before and after screenshots this time:

Some slight colour adjustments, and a little Relic-like glitch effect like it happens to Johnny whenever he's visible!

Also these two didn't make it to the final set, but I still really love the flying sparks effect :O These are completely vanilla, done in vanilla Photomode without path tracing. There's a lot of particle effects going on at Afterlife that render very interestingly sometimes (I think only since the graphics update though, since pics in Photomode take a moment to render, creating this motion blur/ long exposure effect). Sometimes this a bit annoying when you want to go for a relatively clean shot, but these looked really kinda cool for once xD

I've also been playing around a lot with a free filter plugin (search for GMIC) for Photoshop that has some really nice glitch effects, chromatic abberation, amongst many many many others :o If you don't know it and use Photoshop (although I think there are versions for other programs available as well!), I can definitely recommend it!

Now, to what I wrote above the cut, briefly. This is a relatively short post compared to all others in the series cause it's obviously the one aligning with what canonically happens in game and there's no need to retell all that in great detail xD What I wanted to focus on though was Vince's shift of mind between pre-Heist and post-Heist.

Before the heist, when Dex asks him what he wants, a quiet life or a blaze of glory, Vince is internally leaning more to a quiet life. Assuming though that that's not what Dex would wanna hear, probably, he deflects, gives him no clear answer. But yes, after having to run away from home, struggling on the street, busting his ass for Arasaka and barely making it out of all of that alive, had it not been for Jackie, he has no intentions of just throwing all his growth and progress away by blowing himself up in some daredevil endeavour. He's reached a point where he genuinely likes himself, his body, his life, and while he's not perfect, still in recovery from his time at Arasaka, and has done messed up things to get here, he would've been content with just small-time, low-risk merc work for the years to come.

With Jackie gone though, who has been a constant guidance over the last 10 years, with everything that rains down on Vince during the post-Konpeki shitstorm, I think this would change. He's being told "you're gonna lose yourself, forget who you are", "the body you literally shaped after your own wishes will soon be Johnny's", whom he cannot stand, no one wants to work with him initially after such a legendary failure, he has "a few weeks, at most" left to live... fuck all that, so hard. He's gonna fight tooth and nail to make it out of it alive, forget the quiet life.

He's gonna make sure as hell that, if all ends up being in vain, people will remember him and that he didn't settle for the easy way out. If he has to die, he'll do so standing - maybe scared, but head held high. Cause everything else would be a disservice to how far both he and Jackie have come together, to who he is at his core: a rebellious kid who once rather would've taken on a whole Valentino gang on his own instead of calling his corpo mother for help, someone who quit his secure job because he refused to keep taking the abuse from his boss, who risked his life for his best friend despite sending himself down a spiral of despair in the aftermath. He's not scared of getting his hands dirty, of forging his own path (alone, if need be), and of taking risks if he thinks they're worth it for himself or the people he's loyal to.

[episims]

7, 14, 15, and 32 for the storytelling ask! (sure gave you some homework here lol, but I just can't help it! I love Foxfire! ❤️)

Thank you, and that means so much coming from you ❤️

7. whats the biggest risk you’ve taken with your story? did it pay off?

Well uh... in retrospect I'd say letting Julian anywhere near the telescope was a risk xD

But Aurora is awesome! I'm super excited to see her grow. So it was worth it, even if she has really forced both Julian and Cloud to readjust their priorities.

14. do you have any regrets about your story so far? if you could go back in time, how would you fix these?

It's kinda hard to answer this one since I intervene so little in what happens that I can't really regret anything, even if I don't always agree with my sims' random decisions.

But I regret the rushed pace I had some rounds posted with. I had something like... four posts in a day, for three days? For each household. Considering that those posts only had 2-3 pics too, that's not much. I needed to cut out everything that wasn't dead crucial.

If I could go back in time I'd tell my past self to not worry if the amount of posting or the length of the posts annoys someone. They can unfollow me if it does.

15. what have been the highlights of creating your story?

Following the gen 2 to grow up, hands down! Gen 1 sims were drafted by me, but these new kids have their own personalities and randomized traits so there's just this feel of them being more independent from me. I enjoy it a lot.

32. give a light spoiler

Foxfire will get new faces... in some schedule, heh.

[fizzingwizard]

15) BUBBLES!!!! If nothing else there were bubbles ahahaha. And an enabling boyfriend who said "You want to go home when you haven't even taken a picture on the bridge yet!?"

We saved the museum for last because a sign outside said it would be open till 6 (the park closed at 5). Unfortunately, I think that meant the museum was open till 6 if you were already inside it, because they actually closed the gate at 5. A woman near us was asking the attendant if there was someone inside - I think she lost track of her kid or something - and the attendant did say yes, so seems we just missed the boat on this one. On the other hand, it's nice - I'll still have lots to do if/when I go again. The museum, the Lonely Mountain, the shows I didn't see, not to mention the activities at Metsa.

Loved this sculpture of that favorite portait of Tove with her characters so much.

One of my biggest regrets is not at least getting to see the diorama before it closed. You can see some of the features, and I took a little video too at least. I also bought a book which I think goes over the different scenes in the diorama.

Some other decorations in the museum before we left. I was sad that the bad weather meant no fireworks but it is what it is. Bonus last Moomin sighting on the train platform.

Of course, when we got back to Tokyo it wasn't like Moomins disappeared... no not at all...

... The Moomin Market was in town!!

This is a market that came to my area in December, but I was at my mom's house and couldn't go. Bf bought something for me then but of course, I still wanted to visit it myself, so I was so thrilled that we just happened to be at Shinjuku station where it was being held. It was even the first day if I remember right, so talk about good timing. There were tons of elderly ladies fighting over a clothing store sale next to us, but the Moomin market was also packed.

Anyway, I bought one measly magnet there (it was all SO expensive, ugh, and I'd already bought stuff at the park so). Then I took pics of the big Moominhouse sculpture. I loved seeing the scenes inside. Bf said it seemed a little different than when it had been in Osaka.

[cinamun]

Hi Cin! I’m in need of little relationship advice. My relationship with my first love ended about a month ago, which makes him my first love and my first heartbreak unfortunately (We were together for about 2 years!). I’m doing much than I was before and he and I even talked a few days ago. My problem is that one minute I’m telling myself I’ll be fine and that I’m over it and then the next minute I’m stalking his insta. I just want to be able to move past this and truly get over it so any tips you have might help!

Have you taken yourself out on a date? Ate your favorite ice cream? Bought a shirt in your favorite color? FUCK HIS INSTA!! Focus on you!! One of the biggest mistakes we make after relationships is we don't stop to smell our own roses. When someone asks "are you seeing anyone?" Tell em YES, ME (then smile and do a little bounce when you walk away).

Anyway, I know it sounds silly and what everyone says, but I'm talking about the physical act of taking yourself out on a date. In fact, this weekend go shopping, go to your favorite restaurant, visit a botanical garden get your nails done and document it all (then post the pics to your insta because I know he's stalkin your shit too).

Anyway, "I wish I had taken more time for myself" is something I hear from people constantly and its a totally preventable regret to have my friend.

[willdailey]

2022 you’re only 12 moths out of my life but I had an ok time so thank you: 1. A picture of me performing to prove that I did that in 2022 2. Rehearsal with two friends I love who agreed to marry so that I could add “minister" to my performance resume. 3. The groom, who was not at nervous at all. This might have been my favorite gig on 2022. 4. Sometimes you are out and a fan wants a picture so you say yes. 5. I Podcasted and lived to talk about it and talk about it 6. First time at the Apol. 7. Jammed with the great Tom Rush. 8. Finally got that hug from Bill Janovitz he’s been threatening me with for years. 9. Introduced my amiga Oompa to her biggest fan who immediately broke into tears after this pic was taken. 10. Regretted all my decisions and decided that 2023 would actually be my year. . . . . #2022wrapup #indiemusic #indie artist #doingmybest #thisisrediculous #makenosense #artist #listeningtomusic #listentothis #lovethissong #music #musicartist #musiccity #musicforlife #musicindustry #musicismylife #musicmaker https://www.instagram.com/p/CmxYZxcse39/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[emometalhead]

Bees - what’s your go to spring outfit?

Changes - what signals the changing of the seasons to you? 

Fun Facts - what’s something people would never guess about you?

Grass - do you get hayfever or spring allergies?

Love - what’s your love language?

Pride  - what is something you’re proud of?

Quaint - do you prefer the city, countryside, or suburbs?

<3

Hi Arnold!! Thank you so so much for asking!!!! 🥰🖤

Bees - I love a long dress with spaghetti straps!! I'll put some favorites under the cut!!

Changes - The biggest thing I notice in the shift from winter to spring is increased wind and worsened allergies. I have awful allergies all year, but that spring pollen hits different 😭. Also the greenery!! I live in a very agricultural area, and my city is particularly tree filled so green leaves are a good sign of the season!!

Fun Facts - I had a very short fuse and limited filter when I was younger. I'd like regularly argue and yell at people at school. (Mostly racist, homophobic, misogynistic bigots. I don't regret it, but I have since realized how much danger I put myself in back then.)

Grass - I have awful allergies year round!! They're definitely worse with the wind spreading pollen in the spring, but they are constant. I've taken allergy medicine every day for as long as I can remember. I literally sneezed typing this 😭.

Love - Gift giving is my biggest way of showing love. Quality time is my preferred way to receive love.

Pride - I'm proud of myself for making it through this semester. I've had a lot going on in my personal life since the beginning of the year, and I'm really impressed with myself for mostly staying on top of my work and keeping my grades up.

Quaint - I love the city!! I want to move into a big city once I am able to leave my parent's house. I think the countryside would drive me crazy. I'm too social of a person. I've lived in what I would call Rural Suburbs my entire life, and I'm just bored of it! There's nothing here.

Only the last pic is recent, hence the dyed hair lol

[givefangapuppy]

Catching up, cause we're already at day 8!

Day 1 - Where did you find OFMD?

Literally was like, casually hearing my friends talk about it being funny, and heard that Murray from fotc was in it and it was a little gay, so decided to give it a try...those friends now regret adding me to their pirate show group chat bc I have absolutely taken over and am by far the biggest brain rot victim in our circle 🤣

Day 2 - First impression of OFMD

I thought it was brilliant and funny and charming right away, I fell instantly in love with Lucius. I don't understand the people who didn't like it til Taika turned up. Although I will say, Taika's first full ep is the one that made me actually start to turn feral...that moment where he's talking about Stede's "frilly shirts", I remember being so braced for the usual casual anti-femme homophobia that a TV viewer my age is conditioned to expect...and then the gentle, loving, wistful way that he sighs "and *summer linens*"...that's when I knew I was truly watching something new and special.

Day 3 - First OFMD pic in my gallery

My reaction to being added to the group chat I was about to annex:

Day 4 - Reasons why you like OFMD

I could write a novel-length post here about how it's so smart, so gay, so about middle aged folks finding their way...about how it's precisely my favourite kind of humor, and the production design and thematic choices are endlessly analyzable...but maybe I'll just leave you with Rosiee Thor's perfect encapsulation of my feelings:

Day 5 - Fave main character

Ed. It's so Ed for me. The journey he's on from a life where he has had to be tough and independent and not need anyone because he thinks that's what it takes to survive, to a life where he can let himself express love and accept it back, just makes me want to weep with affinity. Also he's hot as shit.

Day 6 - Fave supporting character

Lucius. Nathan Foad's FACE y'all. And since my post about his expression journey in EP 1 as he realizes Stede is the victim of bullies is one of my all time most popular posts on here I think it's safe to say I'm not alone.

Day 7 - Songs that remind you of your fave characters

My OFMD playlist is a lot of stuff I think works for the whole Ed/Stede relationship, but it has a LOT of Ed coded content... in particular "Half a Man" by America, "Bulletproof" by La Roux, and "BOOM" by X Ambassadors. Also I still really want to get around to making an Ed POV video to "Crush" by Tessa Violet

Day 8 - Underrated Character

Oluwande. However much love we've been giving him, he deserves more.

[rebelwrites]

You Already Are Beautiful || Fanfic Friday

Jax Teller x Plus Sized Reader

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A/N I had no idea what I was doing for this weeks pic but them last night I saw a pic of myself from the side on and decided I needed some comfort.

When you and Jax first stumbled across the pool, you were both excited. You wanted to do something different for his birthday and this seemed perfect. Alongside the party at the clubhouse you would throw something here with a select few people. But now the day was here all you could think about was how you looked.

There were a few crow eaters about, the ones that Tig, Chibs, Happy and Juice had brought with them, Opie had Lyla and Gemma had Nero.

Your insecurities were getting the better of you, you thought you were doing better with your body image but then you saw a photo that had been taken recently and it sent you in a downward spiral, meaning this pool party was something you were regretting, especially since all you had was a bikini to wear. Meaning everything you hated would be on show to the world, well your family.

Holding your head in your hands as you sat on the bench in the changing rooms, you head back the tears. Ever since you saw the photo, you had been living in baggy hoodies trying to hide you body. You wouldn’t even strip off in front of Jax at the moment, always going up to bed before him so by the time he got into bed, you were already hidden under the duvet.

Jax had noticed that something wasn’t right but had now idea on how to bring things up without it making you feel worse. He knew what was going on, he saw the look in your eyes when you saw the photo. And it hurt to see you hiding away from him. He didn’t care that you wore size 18 clothing, he didn’t care that you had a belly or your thighs were thick, you were his girl, his old lady and the love of his life, even though you didn’t see it he thought you were beautiful and always would.

“Jax, we have a problem,” Gemma sighed, as she walked out of the changing rooms, dropping her towel on the lounge on the side of the pool. “I think you need to go in there.”

“I had a feeling this would happen,” He nodded, as he climbed out of the pool, quickly drying himself off with his towel, before running his hands over his wet hair, trying to position it out of his face.

His heart dropped as he walked into the changing rooms to find you holding your head in your hands, the faint sound of sniffling could be heard, meaning you were crying.

“Babygirl,” He whispered, walking slowly over to you, before sitting down on the bench beside you, placing his hand on your thigh, gently brushing his thumb over the material of your jeans. “What's going on?”

“I can’t do it,” You mumbled, not looking up at him, you didn’t want him to see you like this.

“Can’t do what darlin’?” He asked.

“The whole pool party,” You whispered, keeping your gaze trained on the tiled floor. “I don’t want to go out there in just a bikini, everyone will see me, you will see me.”

“What if I want to see you?” Jax hummed, running his hand up and down your thigh, “I want to see every part of you baby, including the parts that you hate.”

You didn’t look up as you spoke, “But I am the biggest person here, all the other girls are like size fucking zero and theres me size fucking ephalump,” The tears were rolling down your cheeks now and your voice was starting to crack. “You could have anyone in the world but somehow you still stick with a fat fuck like me. You shouldn’t have to worry about things like me sitting on your knee or me causing the weight ratio on your bike to be off balanced. Someone like you shouldn’t be with someone like me.”

“Look at me darlin.” Jax whispered, placing his hand underneath your chin, lifting your head up so you were now looking into the baby blue eyes that you fell in love with. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes alongside the love, “Baby I don’t care about those things, okay so you are bigger than the other girls hear, but they are also pornstars who basically starve themselves to look good on camera. You don’t need to look like them to be beautiful, because you already are beautiful babygirl.”

“Jax,” You whispered, as the tears wouldn’t stop.

“Just listen okay,” He whispered, standing to his feet, taking your hand and slowly pulling you to yours. He dropped his hands to the zip of your hoodie, slowly undoing it, his eyes not leaving your body, he didn’t say anything until the hoodie was fully unzipped and revealed the red bra you were wearing, making him run his tongue over his bottom lip. “So fucking beautiful,” He hummed as he ducked his head to your neck, placing gentle kisses on your skin, as he pushed the hoodie off your shoulders onto the bench.

Soon enough he had managed to undo the button of your jeans, and was slowly pushing them down your legs, squeezing your ass as he went. His eyes roamed your body, and all you wanted to do was to cover up and hide away from him.

“Is this a new set?” He whispered in your ear, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end, “Because fuck me darlin’ you look sexy as fuck and if it wasn’t for the fact that our family are right outside waiting for us to join I would take you right here, right now.”

“You are just saying that,” You sniffed, “You are my boyfriend, you had to say you find me attractive and that I’m not fat.”

“Please stop,” Jax whispered against your skin, taking your hand in his, placing it over his hardening dick, “You feel that, that is what your body does to me babygirl, this should tell you everything you need to know. You drive me insane all of the time and I am constantly questioning how I managed to land someone as perfect as you. I know you hate how you look but I promise you, you don’t look as bad as you think in your head.”

Jax slowly guided you to the floor to ceiling mirror, standing behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist and his head resting on your shoulders.

“You are beautiful babygirl and I do not care that you are a size 18,” Jax whispered, gently brushing his thumb across your skin. “I know that this will always be a battle that you face, but I will never stop loving you because of your size. I do not want anyone else but you Darlin’, in my eyes you are perfect and will always be. So please don’t let the demons win, you were so excited about the pool party so don’t let them win. No one will be looking at your body, well except me but can you blame me.”

“Why do you always know what to say?” You whispered, wiggling out of his arms, to get your bikini out of your bag.

“Because I know what needs to be said to calm the demons,” He smiled, leaning against the wall, watching as you stripped out of your underwear and into your bikini. His eyes once again roaming over your body, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. “You ready?”

You nodded at him, as he slowly walked over to you, planting his hands on your hips, pulling you close to him. He took you by surprise with the kiss that literally took your breath away, you also couldn’t help but giggle into the kiss as he slowly thrust his semi against your crotch. Before he guided you outside to the pool.

He watched as you took in the scene, the lights had been dimmed, which they weren’t before, and there was a purple hue from the pool lights, everyone was in the pool tossing about a ball having a good time, the music was playing and the cooler was overflowing with drinks.

“Did you dim the lights?” You whispered, looking up at Jax.

“Yeah I did,” He nodded, with a smile on his face, “Like I said you were really looking forward to this so I wasn’t going to let your demons stops that, so I dimmed the lights so you don’t have to worry about people see your body, even though it is perfect, I wanted to make sure you felt comfortable and able to have a good night.”

“Oh Jax,” You whispered, standing in front of him, placing a hand against his chest, kissing him softly, that was until you were clinging onto him for dear life as you were both pushed into the pool by Chibs.

Once you had emerged from the water, you wiped your face with your hands glaring at Chibs, who was bent over in two from laughing so hard.

“You are so dead Telford,” You growled, swimming over to the edge of the pool.

Jax leant against the side of the pool, watching as you tried to pull his brother into the water, laughing away and enjoying yourself, the previous worries disappearing. He knew this would always be a battle that you would face, but he would always be by your side to quieten the demons.

@chibsytelford @everyhowlmarksthedead @bigcreatorwombatdreamer @pumpkin-spice-hate @talicat713 @mrsmarvelous1995 @band--psycho @little-diable @withmyteeth @pancakeisreading @pascal-reyes @theysayitscrazy

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Try again

Pairing: Hoseok x Female reader

Summary: When your job lands you at one of the most famous Fashion shows in Paris, the last thing you expect is to run into an ex - the current most sought after model in the industry.

Genre: Exes to lovers / Smut / Fluff

Rating: 18+ (NSFW)

Warnings: Model Hoseok / Dior Hoseok / Unprotected sex (you know the dealio, wrap it when you tap it) / Ever so slight exhibitionism / Nipple play /

Word Count: 2.3k

Beta: @birbdae​ thank you for looking over it twice because I’m so extra (sorry) and thank you for all your help.

Notes: This is for my secret santa project with @thebtswritersclub​ for @yutasgalaxy​ really hope you enjoy! And I also used my square “Jung Hoseok” from my summer bingo card for the @bangtanwritingbingo​ event.

Taglist: @mwitsmejk​ @vantxx95​

The lights go dim and excitement blossoms like spring in your stomach as your eyes remain trained on the runway. Phone at the ready to take notes for this month's fashion article you are in charge of. 

The first model comes out and cameras flash wildly, illuminating the outfit. You scribble away rapidly recounting everything to write up later.

Dior's highly anticipated fashion show, one you had been eagerly counting down the days till. Flying out to Paris was the perfect opportunity for you to mark one destination off your travel list and you have not been disappointed at all. From the architecture to the food, you are undeniably impressed and living one of your ultimate dreams.

It's time for the most awaited outfit yet, everyone was on the edge of their seat poised. You look over at your photographer, he's in position and eager, looking ready to spring.

The lighting and music changes and out walks the model all in black. That's all the detail you notice as your heart stutters and stomach flips as your eyes shift rapidly to his face. 

Jung Hoseok. How did you not know he would be here? 

The cameras flash even more wildly, every photographer wanting to get the best pic of the most sought after model on this runway. Your hand however hovers over your phone, unable to scribble away like you were previously, too distracted by his general presence.

Swallowing the panic you feel rising into your throat you glance at your photographer, his eyes are already on you, pity creasing his brow but a message in his eyes that says "Focus on your job and get it together."

You take a deep breath and compose yourself, making notes on the outfit and nothing more. As soon as your eyes hit the harness stretched across his broad chest however, your legs squeeze together tightly, as not only do previous nights of passion flicker behind your eyelids but the temptation for one last night with him is almost too great to bear.

As you watch him strut down the runway, face impassive and professional, your heart pulls in a thousand directions. Memories of the few years spent together cloud your mind, taking you to another lifetime when he was yours and you were his - before fame, before everything.

You pinch the bridge of your nose hard, willing yourself to focus as you type wildly away on your phone, trying to stay focused.

The show ends a short while after your blast from the past's appearance and all you can think of is getting as far away from him as fast as you can. Before all your hard work of burying your feelings in an attempt to get over him is ruined by your self restraint.

As you head for the exit, a hand lightly grabs your arm. Turning you see a pretty young woman, a badge around her neck and a kind smile on her face, handing you an envelope.

"It's from Hoseok. He asked if I could make sure you get it." She said next to your ear so you could hear over the chatter of the other attendees.

You nod and mechanically take it. She's off through the crowd before you even get a chance to say thank you.

You head to the exit in a daze, clutching the envelope like it holds the answers to life's questions. As soon as you're out in the cool evening air you take yourself off around the corner of the building away from the scattering crowds. Your fingers fumble as you frantically rip at the envelope and open the piece of paper inside, instantly recognising his elegant hand.

Many love letters he would write to you with poetic words scrawled across the page, each sentence a meaningful lyric coming alive as your eyes danced across them with a barrier of tears waiting to fall. Those words tucked away in a box hidden deep in your wardrobe for those moments you wish to relive how he once felt about you.

You read and re-read the note, double checking the words are correct.

"I saw you as you came in, I always had the ability to find you in a crowded room and apparently that hasn't changed. 

I can't believe you're here. Please. Please, meet me at Guy Savoy at 7 o'clock tonight. I would love to see you and speak to you properly. I will book a table under my name. I really hope you show, you have no idea how much I've missed you."

That last line did things to your insides you weren't expecting. Your chest felt full and ready to burst open, love bleeding out of a fresh cut. Maybe you should just go back to your hotel and order room service, or go out for dinner with your photographer seeing as you were both here alone.

But you knew, even as you thought it, you knew you couldn't. You knew you had no intention of doing either. 

Folding up the note and shoving it in your pocket and went in search of your colleague to tell him you wouldn't be travelling back to the hotel with him. He wished you luck, even if there was a hint of apprehension in his tone, you ignored it and took a cab to the restaurant.

Sitting there waiting, your nerves were at their peak. You had chewed the skin along your fingernails until they were sore and you had now resorted to folding your napkin to make different origami shapes. Just as you didn't think your heart could take anymore, you picked up your bag but as you were about to stand and run away, you saw him. Walking towards you, shades on and the most familiar beaming grin that had always made your stomach flip. You couldn't help the pull of your lips, mirroring the same smile he wore.

He breezed up to you and wrapped you in his muscular arms, like a whirlwind his scent intoxicated you and jumbled your mind even further.

"You are a serious sight for sore eyes." he whispers in your ear before pulling away and pushing in your chair as you sit down in a daze.

"You're around gorgeous models all day, I doubt that." you reply, attempting to hide your blush.

He removes his shades and places them on the table, before pushing his fingers roughly through his hair. "Believe me, it’s not as glamorous as people think.”

There’s an awkward silence that falls on your table, with sly, shy glances from you both. 

“How’s it been? Your career I mean.” you blurt out, desperately trying to ease some tension.

He leans back in his chair and shrugs. “I can’t complain, at all. It’s going better than I could have dreamed.”

You nod, taking in how nonchalant he’s being. “I have to admit, I’ve been keeping track.”

“Of me?” he asks, shocked.

“Your career.”

“Really? I’m flattered.” his lips stretch into a toothy grin as a faint scarlet hue spreads across his cheeks.

“You should be very proud of yourself. You’ve accomplished so much, there’s no limit on how far you can go.” you find yourself saying all of this without meaning to.

He covers his face with his hands. “Ok, I appreciate this, really, coming from you this means so much, but I am more interested to hear about you.” he leans forward and places a hand on top of yours, the action causing your heart to soar. “What’s been happening with you? Are you still in the apartment?”

You nod as you take a sip of the champagne the waiter is pouring. “Yep, can’t bear to leave it, I love it there so much, a lot of memories too.” you add sneakily trying to gage his reaction.

His eyes soften. “Yes, we made a lot there.” his fingers entwine in yours, a movement far too comfortable for how long it’s been. "I miss it," he looks into your eyes so fiercely you're slightly taken aback. "I miss us."

Your heart inflates excitedly in your chest as butterflies swarm inside your stomach. But is this a good idea to rekindle an old flame, maybe there was a reason it was extinguished in the first place.

He senses your hesitation. "Are you with anyone?"

You shake your head. "No, I've dated but nothing serious. What about you?"

He laughs a bitter sound. "Same. I've not found anyone that could match up to you."

You hesitate again. "Hoseok…"

"Listen," he puts a hand up quietening you. "I know it was mostly me who instigated us breaking up in the first place but that is my biggest regret. I never should have let you go." he bites back the emotion in his words and swallows.

"But if you hadn't you wouldn't be where you are today." you add, squeezing his hand still clutching yours.

He makes a disgusted noise at the back of his throat. "I left my dream girl to follow my dreams and let me tell you, it wasn't worth it. If someone asked me to choose, it would be you. every. single. time."

He grabs your chair and slides it along closer to him. He reaches out to cup your face. "Please, let me come back." 

His plea does not fall on deaf ears. Your heart knows the decision it's made but you can't form the words to speak. Your libido overtakes the moment and you grab him by the collar of his shirt and crush your lips against his. The taste of him is so familiar and yet new at the same time. Sweet like butter as your mouths melt together as one. His arm around your waist almost pulling you off your chair makes you break away and giggle. The heat in his eyes is almost overwhelming, all your thoughts are no longer in your head but in your groin. He looks so good staring at you like that, like you are the reason for living, how could you not give into him?

"Come back to my hotel?" you whisper urgently.

He nods, throws some cash down for your ordered drinks, takes your hand and pulls you out through the restaurant. You jog along to keep up with his long legged stride. He flags down a cab and you're into it and moving off swiftly while his hands find you again. They roam your body, finding their way under your shirt and to your nipples. He rolls them gently between his fingers as his lips attach themselves to your neck.

His hand glides slowly along your thigh, up your skirt and just when he's about to reach the most desired area the cab stops abruptly, letting you know you've arrived. You groan with frustration but jump out, pulling him into your hotel and leading him up to the room. Your heart pounding so loud in your ears you can't think of anything, nothing but the taste of his lips or the feel of his skin under your fingertips and god, did you want to feel more. 

As soon as your door is unlocked you're on each other. Clothes can't come off fast enough and as they leave a messy path like a trail of breadcrumbs leading towards the bed. 

"God, I have missed you." he says as he glances down at your body before pulling you flush against him.

There's no time for sly touches or exploring, you're both too desperate to feel each other.

Your bare, naked flesh moulds easily together as he enters you, both of your moans echo out across the room. The feeling euphoric as it's what you know and yet what you are no longer used to. He moves inside you with a persistent, desperate rhythm as his hips wind in the most perfect way, hitting that sensitive spot every time and making your toes curl in consequence.

He looks down at you, a soft, determined gaze and says breathlessly, "I love you."

His words are your undoing, as you remember the sweet nothings he used to whisper to you while you were making love before. You unravel around him, blinded by pleasure as your back arches underneath him. He's quick to follow you as you feel his warm seed spilling inside you and you watch his face twist in pleasure, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment, so intense, almost too intense you had to look away.

Both of you breathless and riding on your high, lay back on the bed staring up at the ceiling. A thousand thoughts race through your mind as you panic that you've just made a huge mistake. What if his words weren't genuine? What if he leaves...again? What will you do then? You'll have to start over, all your hard work of pushing him aside.

Almost as if he can sense your rising doubt, his fingers entwine with yours, as he turns onto his side to face you, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his digits.

He watches you closely as if searching your thoughts, your eyes so open and vulnerable - letting him right in, wanting him to silence your fears.

He strokes your face and kisses you so softly your lips melt right into him. You want this. You want him. 

"Hey, I'm serious," he leans back, eyes burning into yours. "I want to come home to you. I want our life back, I want you, always."

Your panicking heart is soothed by his words and you relax and lean into his touch, your limbs softening against him.

"Please, can I have another chance?" he asks, so vulnerable and sincere any doubts are washed away in an instant.

"Let's give it a try." you reply.

He almost blinds you with his sunshine smile as he pulls you against him, his lips dancing happily with yours. And you lose yourself in him completely. You are his, utterly and completely. 

[thefanficmonster]

Filterless

Corpse Husband x Plus-sized Reader (Female)

Warnings: Body Image Insecurities, Low self-esteem, Swearing

Genre:  Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Feeling comfortable in her skin has hardly ever been the case for Y/N who’s been struggling with body image issues all her life. However, they only get worse when she sees the ‘type’ of girls her crush is into.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your request (hits close to home 😅) I’m so sorry it has taken me so long to fulfill it and post it but here it finally is and if you’ve stuck around long enough to read it, I hope you enjoy! ALSO! - Never forget how beautiful and amazing you are. Never compare your beauty to someone else’s. We’re all beautiful people and we all shine so brightly and uniquely. No one deserves to be compared to anyone when we’re all so different yet so incredible. Love you and appreciate you with all my heart, Vy ❤

If I ever need my ego taken down a few notches - it never does, it’s barely even present, to be honest - all I have to do is go on Instagram. To be honest, regardless of how I’m feeling, opening that app is bound to make my mood plummet and come crashing into the ground so hard it drives a hole in it - probably in the form of a broken heart.

Being a content creator myself, I often get asked questions about my absence on that social platform specifically. I mean, the questions are based and rational I guess, considering I’m not a faceless YouTuber and yet my Instagram account is void of any photos. It’s not like I don’t post at all - I do! I post on my story often but it’s more often than not scenery I find pretty or a poster I’ve made for a movie/video game. Bottom line is: I barely ever allow a picture of me to make it online. The most my fans are ever gonna get of me is a selfie which is also a super rare occurrence because of how long it takes me to take and choose one I don’t hate.

Ok, but how am I supposed to find the motivation to post any sort of picture of myself when on my timeline I’m always faced with people worthy of posting pictures of themselves. People with such perfect bodies and beautiful faces. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not jealous or envious of those people - good for them! They know what they’re working with and they’re working it well. I have nothing against them, in fact, I love seeing people proud of their bodies no matter their size, shape or weight. Those are my role-models: people who are proud of themselves, their bodies, their attributes and capabilities and don’t hesitate to show them off. Those are the people I look up to but, deep down inside I know I’ll never be like.

Insecure about my body, having been referred to as ‘chubby’ and ‘squishy’ all my life. Inappreciative of the stuff I do: starting from my job as a graphic designer leading towards my job on YouTube - nothing I do, professionally or otherwise, satisfies me. Nothing I do is enough in my eyes because I feel incapable of ever being able to do enough. I’ve been called lazy and a half-asser a few too many times to be able to brush it off as a meaningless insult. 

With these problems I’ve had with myself and my own perception of who I am and the work I do, I’ve never had the time for romance or romantic relationships. I second-guess the intentions of everyone who ever shows any interest in me because in my mind I’m nothing special and I have nothing to offer - nothing attractive or likable at least. That being said, I haven’t even been one to make heart eyes at others either. I busy myself with my job and some side-gigs, brushing off any relationship questions with the excuse that I’m ‘just too busy to be in a relationship’ which is technically true.

Having spent twenty plus years with that mindset, one can imagine how surprised I was when I found myself catching feelings for someone. And that someone just couldn’t be any other than the biggest YouTube sensation at the moment - Corpse Husband.

I’m close friends with Poki - her and I were roommates at one point too - so her inviting me to play Among Us with them wasn’t so strange. One or two games, I thought, nothing unusual there, just friendly curtesy. I wasn’t expecting to warm up to the group of famous streamers nor did I expect them to welcome me among them so easily, mostly because my channel is so small and practically invisible to the YouTube algorithm. But soon enough, I became a permanent member of the team, making friends with every single one of those YouTubers I practically thought of a celebrities.

This journey of branching out to other content creators has proven itself to be surprisingly pleasant and has packed my book of friendships to the brim. All of that came unexpectedly, along with a wave of new subs and a higher view count. However, as I mentioned, it hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows. I came to finally understand what my high school friends were talking about when they were head over heels for a boy - the butterflies in the stomach whenever he speaks your name; the importance of the laugh you share with him, how special and different it is; how cool it is to be impostors with him - ok they never said that, obviously, but it’s what I have as a substitute to the ‘when the two of you make eye-contact’ bullshit since Corpse and I have never seen each other in person. That is, of course, because of him being a faceless YouTuber and me being a self-conscious and insecure girl.

We do talk all the time though - texting, calling, chilling on Discord, you name it. Our conversations range from deeply philosophical to ones that might mislead someone into thinking we’re high. There’s no topic we haven’t touched upon and yet we still manage to find something new to talk about. We have plenty of similarities but we also never seem to run out of differences we slowly come across as we keep getting to know each other better and better. 

And somewhere along that journey I ended up catching feelings.

Human nature of wanting to connect with other people, I curse you for what you’ve done to me.

You might think I’m being overdramatic about the whole ordeal and that this is just a normal, natural occurrence many people experience in their life - some even daily. Well, not only am I far from used to it, but it’s also taking a toll of a different kind on me.

It’s like a constant slap to the face. 

That slap turned into a punch when Corpse and I started following each other on Instagram and I started getting daily reminders of how out of my depth I am with this crush on him. In over my head, especially when you look at all those girls whose pics and videos he reposts on his story. Imagine how that makes me feel, what that does to me - puts me back into the ‘Constantly not good enough‘ basket, the one I’ve been fighting to get out of all my life. In the past and in different contexts I could easily say that it was all just my mind hating me intensely but now - now that I know for a fact I’m not good enough and don’t fit Corpse’s criteria - it hurts ten times as much. I’m not one to do shit for someone’s attention or to attract someone’s eyes, but it really hurts my feelings. Often times, it also leads me to doing dumb things and making rash decisions. 

Like the one I made two days ago.

Imagine me cringing and shaking my head at my own stupidity as I admit this: I, in a frenzy, ordered a whole e-girl getup with overnight delivery. 

Wait, hold up, it gets worse. 

I received it yesterday and spent the whole day regretting that decision, but then, in my most insecure hours - which was somewhere around midnight - I equipped the get-up, took a picture and posted it on my Instagram page. First full body pic I’ve ever posted on there. First pic I’ve posted there of any kind. There to stay, not to be gone in twenty four hours. First pic, and it’s not even of me. It’s of who I want to be in order to fit someone’s criteria. And that fucking stings.

As you might imagine, I’ve spent today’s day regretting that decision as well. Recently my mood’s been nothing but regretting rash decisions that have surfaced under the influence of my ridiculous, constantly-present insecurities. And I would’ve probably gotten over it rather quickly had I not received a message from Corpse that read:

“Didn’t think of you with an e-girl aesthetic“

I didn’t open the message, I peeped at it as it was a notification on my lock screen. It’s still there, an unread notification. It’s been two hours since I received it and I cannot think of a single thing to say in response to that. 

Truth is, I’m afraid. I’m afraid of so many things right now.

I’m afraid of becoming that girl in the photo, cause I’m most definitely not her.

I’m afraid of letting Corpse down by admitting I’m not her.

I’m afraid of what my own mind has made me do because it hates me so much and I’m terrified of what it might do in the future.

I’m afraid and stranded on things to do.

You can’t be her forever, you know. Being her won’t make your insecurities go away, it’ll only make them worse. Haven’t you learned that by now?

I sigh, frustrated and irritated with myself as I grab my phone and tap on the notification, finally deciding to face the music and allow my instincts to carry me through the interaction. Improvisation, that’s one of the few things I’m good at. Let’s hope it doesn’t fail me.

I’m just about to type out my response - not sure what it’s gonna say - when I give the message Corpse has sent me a second glance.  I furrow my brows, finding there’s more to it than that peep through the notification let me see.

“Didn’t think of you with an e-girl aesthetic. You’re personality is so bright and colorful, I could’ve never imagined you were into the darks and blacks“

Because I’m not

I fail to realize until the message has been sent that my thoughts are exactly what I typed out and sent.

And honestly, I’m glad. It feels like I’ve spoken my truth, like I’ve lifted a huge boulder off my chest.

With that rare confidence in mind I go on and delete the picture.

In its spot, I post a picture I just now took - a mirror selfie in my homey get-up consisting of hot pink sweatpants and an oversized blue tee, my hair in a messy bun, my face free of make-up.

I caption it: ‘Oops, had the e-girl filter on for the last one. This is filterless me tho so...Hi 🥴’

A lot better, I’m surprised to hear my inner voice say. I hope I don’t get used to all this kindness on my brain’s part, probably won’t last, but damn if I don’t milk every second of it.

Just then, I receive a new message from non other than Corpse.

“Now that’s the girl I see when I think of you. She’s super cute 😉“

My, oh my, who would’ve guessed Corpse has a game like that - and by that I mean the ability to make me blush so intensely with only a text message.

Now ain’t that better than being someone else, Y/N?

It sure is, it sure is.

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Hq! Boys as Older Brothers

ft. suna, sakusa, kageyama

Suna Rintarou

the type of brother who becomes your best friend

sis knows all your secrets and all the shit he knows your parents will scold you for

he will always cover for you though, and he can’t tell whether he’s happy or not that you two are such synchronized liars 

has a lot of ugly photos of you in his phone so annoy him once and you’ll regret it 

is pretty chill, but you still have limits 

because past the casual, uncaring brother façade, he actually thinks the world of you

gets that you should have fun, but he’ll gladly become strict and ‘boring’ if he thinks you’re going in a bad direction

you don’t really fight, you just insult each other until the other walks out with a middle finger flipped 

after a few minutes he pops up in your room and asks if you want to go with him to a McDonald’s drive-through

you totally vibe with the car music 

he naps on your lap often if he falls asleep in the living room

no one will lay a hand on you or he’ll break their neck

MATCHES OUTFITS WITH YOU

you both know ya’ll are the shit with the best drip and prettiest faces pls

he’s good at taking photos so all your Instagram pics were taken by him

you take his pics too, and the pictures of you together are just the bomb 

gives you a lot of head pats because he’s too cool to say he loves you

Sakusa Kiyoomi

has the biggest brother complex but make it lowkey

also lowkey possessive, but never does anything that’d upset you

bc god forbid he’ll upset his beloved sister 

no one will touch you, even in the slightest way, as long as he was around

say goodbye to boyfriends since he’ll crush everyone that even thought for a second that they’re good enough for his sister

well, not that you mind. your standards had been too high thanks to someone with a brother complex

won’t allow you to break rules or even bend them. stick to your bedtime sis.

one sneeze from you and you’re under bed arrest 

even if it’s just allergies, just shut up and let him treat you like you’ve got terminal disease 

would clean your already spotless room because my sister should at least be half as neat as me

“nii-chan, not everyone’s a germaphobe” 

Is the one to always wake you up in the morning and also checks if you’re sleeping before he goes to bed

wakes you up in the morning with a gentle shake and if you’re being a brat, he’ll simply carry you out of bed 

his love language is brushing your hair for you and letting you hook your arms around his when you’re walking together

apparently, germs only exist if it’s not you

lets you borrow his clothes because he finds it so cute when you’re like a mini version of him

your parents had gotten used to how much Oomi doted on you at this point—he was way worse when you were children anyway

“if you’re sad, who do you call?” “oomi nii-chan.” he nods in approval. “and if you want to be with someone?” “oomi nii-chan.” “what happens when you want to marry a boy?” 

“i’ll marry oomi nii-chan.” that was an innocent thought but it still made him happy

had pretty much instilled it in you that you should only trust him and yourself—no one else

would actually be happy if you just hated everyone except him so that you don’t go around hugging other people

Kageyama Tobio

is a paranoid, awkward, soft and caring older brother

he most definitely had made you cry once when you were still children since he was sometimes harsh and insensitive

and then his mind stopped functioning yk bc “why are you crying? nii-chan likes you!” 

so this boy thought that just bc he loved you, it was impossible for him to hurt you 

since then, he treated you like you were fragile 

not that he thought you were weak, he just never wanted to see you cry again

who knows, maybe he’ll cry too if you cried 

when he thinks you’re having a bad day, he’ll awkwardly stand in your doorway and awkwardly ask if you’re alright

he’s blushing and can’t even look you in the eyes lmao help this precious boy

also awkwardly comes in and just sits beside you

but fr he’s the best listener even if he doesn’t really understand much of girl problems

absentmindedly buys snacks for two, and since he always buys two, he always randomly pops up to feed you

knows all your favorites like they’re volleyball rules

likes it a lot when you cheer for him during his games 

would scowl and glare at anyone who looks in your direction though 

will also literally fight anyone who would hurt you or has the potential to hurt you 

so when oikawa’s around, he doesn’t even want your face seen

that’s the only time he hugs you to himself bc he has to hide you

all that’s in his head is “must. protect. sister.” 

you could like anyone but the great king, he begs you 

but also, don’t like anyone else but him, he’ll be really pissed if you started dating 

no one deserves you, okay? you’re far too precious

won’t say it out loud so his efforts of treating you like a queen should suffice 

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[sleep-i-ness]

Wrong Door (Sirius Black x reader)

Synopsis: Your roommate wakes you up in the middle of the night because she can’t get into the flat. Or so you think. (Muggle AU) FOR MY 500 WRITING CHALLENGE

A/N: do not follow what reader does in this in real life. IF SOMEBODY PASSES OUT DRUNK AND DOESN’T WAKE UP, CALL AN AMBULANCE (usa people i don’t know what you do. call an uber to the hospital?)

WARNINGS: Alcohol, really shitty first aid, swearing

BANG! Y/N bolted upright. Fuck, were they being burgled? She checked her watch, groaning at the time. It was 3 in the bloody morning and she had an 8am class. She swore lightly under her breath; she’d clearly fallen asleep while studying on the sofa, a textbook on her lap and an empty bottle of wine in her hand.

She wasn’t one for going out in middle of the week, unlike her roommate Marlene, so being woken up in the early hours of the morning was a common occurrence. Usually Marlene would just stumble back into the apartment, tripping over everything lying in her way. Tonight, she had clearly decided to break the fucking door down.

Y/N heard a key fiddling at the door, and she sighed. That was when the pounding on the door started. Time for her to go help Marlene out.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she grumbled, extracting herself from the cocoon of sheets and cushions.

The banging didn’t lessen, and Y/N groaned as black patches clouded her vision momentarily. Mentally reminding herself to grab some water on the way back from the door, she trudged over to the hallway, propping herself against the wall for two seconds as she swayed slightly. Her fingers clasped around the latch and she pulled it, swinging the door open.

“You’re not Marlene.”

“You’re not James. Did he bring you over or something?” The brunette stranger rambled, pushing past her as he stumbled into the apartment. Y/N was too taken aback to protest at first, watching the man walk in as if he owned the place. “You can close the door, y’know. I didn’t bring back a girl this time because James said he’d literally kill me if I kept him up again. What a hypocrite.”

The man reached out to hang his jacket on an empty patch of wall, staring at it blankly when it fell onto the floor. He tried again, feeling for a hook that didn’t exist and Y/N watched him confusedly from where she stood by the still-open door.

“What on earth are you doing in my flat?” She found her voice at last; his audacity was astounding!

“Your flat? Love, just because James brought you over once doesn’t mean you can start claiming our stuff,” he seemed almost affronted, slurring his words as he let his jacket be on the floor. 

“No, this is my flat that I share with my roommate Marlene. Who the fuck is James? And, more importantly, who the fuck are you?” Y/N had to admit, she was getting a little riled at this point. This drunk man had just waltzed in and begun claiming the place as if she didn’t exist.

The man opened his mouth to protest before taking a good long look at the coral walls and pictures that hung all over them. He closed his mouth, paused, and turned to look at the hall table with their tatty fringed lampshade and geometric-print table runner. Y/N could almost hear the cogs whirring in his brain as he stared bemusedly at the room.

“Fuck. This isn’t my flat. Where am I?” He seemed honestly and completely confounded, scrunching his face up.

“You’re near Kensington, we’re a few roads back from the high street and the market. This flat block is number 48-53?” Y/N gesticulated as she tried to explain where exactly her apartment lay.

She was too busy explaining to notice the queasy expression spreading across the man’s face. He shoved back past her to stick his head out her door and promptly throw up all over her front step. Disgusting. And she was going to have to clean it up! He swayed back and forth, before collapsing backwards, narrowly avoiding falling feet-first into a pile of his own vomit. Y/N contemplated just leaving him there and shutting the door on him. But she knew deep down she’d sorely regret it if any harm came to him because she refused to help him. It wasn’t the dodgiest of areas, but the nights were bitterly cold.

“Hey,” she tapped him on his shoulders, calling upon her memories of first aid and how to deal with a drunk person. He didn’t stir, even as her taps got harder and she decided to take her chances and slapped him straight across the face. She gasped as a red handprint bloomed on his cheek, yet he still didn’t wake up. Hand still stinging, Y/N grabbed his arms, heaving as she attempted to pull him inside. Managing to pull him into the living room, she gently rolled him into the recovery position, ensuring that he was still breathing and that he wouldn’t choke on his own vomit. A dead man in her living room would be difficult to explain to her flatmate.

Y/N trudged to the kitchen, dragging her feet along as she pinched her eyelids to try and keep herself awake. She just needed to grab a glass of water to help with tomorrow’s inevitable hangover and a blanket for the drunkard. Somehow, she managed to complete the task, leaving her standing over the man now covered in her biggest blanket. She knew that she should go back to her room, but it just seemed so far, her legs protesting at the thought of moving an inch. Besides, the blanket was big enough to cover the two of them without having to even touch each other, right?

Sliding under the furthest corner, she quickly curled into a ball, eyes drifting shut before her head even touched the carpet.

:.

Waking in the morning, Y/N nuzzled further into the broad arms wrapped around her, sighing as she breathed in the stale scent of cologne and whisky. Her head pounding as she tried to recall the events of the night before that had led to her in a man’s arms. She startled, bolting upright as she remembered the drunkard who had stumbled through her door. And now she was in his arms. Fuck.

Seeing the man afresh with sober eyes, Y/N stopped to appreciate that he was actually really fucking attractive. It didn’t excuse him trying to break into her flat, but it helped, now knowing she’d cuddled him all night. God, that was embarrassing. How was she ever supposed to explain to the guy on the floor or Marlene what had happened. Slipping out from under the blanket, she tiptoed into the kitchen and slumped against the counter.

Coffee, she needed coffee. Then she could think about what had happened and how to sort out the man passed out in the living room.

Y/N filled the kettle up and spooned out the coffee granules into the cafetiere, frowning when her hand came into contact with air rather than her favourite mug. Fuck. It was still dirty from last night, probably abandoned on the table with her textbooks.

Meanwhile, Sirius groaned as he twisted under his covers. God, his head was aching, and his back was incredibly sore. Remus was going to kill him if he’d pulled a muscle; he was meant to be helping him move on the weekend. His mattress was uncomfortably lumpy; he knew he needed to get a new one, but he’d been putting it off. The bobbly fabric scratched his skin as he stretched out, flexing his fingers.

Hang on. Bobbly fabric?

Sirius cracked an eye open, flinching at the bright light. As his eyes adjusted to the bright sunlight streaming in, his heart rate picked up. This was not his apartment. He was pretty sure they didn’t have such awful, tasselled cushions or green lace curtains.

Did he-? He glanced down, releasing a sigh of relief when he noticed he was still fully dressed. Okay, so not that drunk. So how the hell did he end up here?

“Here.” A girl stood in the doorway, an unimpressed expression on her face as she offered him a steaming mug of black coffee. “I didn’t know how you liked it, but I have milk and sugar if you need.”

Sirius nodded, still trying to process how he’d got here. She stared at him, waiting for something. He quickly backtracked the conversation in his head. “Oh, no, I’m good, thanks.”

He sipped at the scalding liquid, face contorting into an expression of pain as it scorched his tongue. His eyes trailed over the girl, surely he’d remember someone this gorgeous. “So,” he winced, “how did I get here?”

She pursed her lips, as if she’d tasted something sour. Okay so that had been a bad question to ask.

“You barged into my apartment, claiming it was yours, threw up on my doorstep and then passed out.”

Oh fuck. His head spun as it tried to remember the events of the night before. He did recall somewhat throwing up, but it was a blurry flash. “Sorry about that.”

She hmphed, stacking some scattered sheets on the small coffee table and collecting up dirty crockery. Sirius swallowed the coffee, grimacing at the awkward atmosphere. Funnily enough his parents had never bothered to teach him the etiquette for accidentally bursting into the wrong flat and passing out.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he fished it out, glad he didn’t have to feel the pressure of breaking the silence anymore.

JAMES: Where are u?

JAMES: When I said don’t bring a girl back I didn’t mean go back to hers

JAMES: Ur boss called. I said you were feeling under the weather. He said u should get over ur hangover & get into work

REMUS: Why did ur boss call me to ask if we went out last night? I said no btw

JAMES: He called again; said he’d fire you if you didn’t turn up before 11. I told him u were properly ill and I could send him a pic of the thermometer. I think I got you out of that one

JAMES: Mate, I’m getting a bit worried

Shit. When was that last one from? Okay, 11:15 and it was now 11:34. Sirius tapped out a reply to James, unsure how much detail to go into. I’m alright, be back soon. Yeah, that would do. He really couldn’t deal the endless mocking yet, once they’d found out what had happened they’d never let it go. So that would be saved for when the pounding headache had finally settled down.

His phone binged again. JAMES: We’re out of milk can you grab some on the way back?

Sure.

Sirius got to his feet, groaning as the room spun, beige walls all blurring into one. Rubbing at his face, he stumbled towards the kitchen, empty mug in hand.

“Hey, sorry, I don’t know your name.” He leant against the door frame, body sagging. God he was exhausted.

“Y/N.” Her tone was bitter, and Sirius couldn’t help the pang of guilt shooting through him. She’d probably stayed up all night worried he’d attack her or steal something.

“Well, thanks for the coffee, Y/N, and for not leaving me on the doorstep. I’ll get out of your hair now.”

He placed the mug down on the counter and slung his leather jacket on. She smiled at him, but it didn’t quite meet her eyes.

Y/N trailed him to the door, holding onto it as he stepped out, raising a hand goodbye.

“Bye.”

“Thanks, bye.” Sirius watched the chipped door swing shut, sunlight glinting gold off the battered number on the door. Hm, Number 51.

:.

Y/N groaned as the doorbell went. She’d just got settled into her studying. “Marlene, did you order something?”

“No. I’m broke.” Marlene yelled back, sticking her head out of her room. Her makeup was half done, mascara brush in hand and dress round her hips. “I can’t answer it like this!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’m on it.”

She tipped the papers onto the floor, ignoring the mess they made. Future her could tidy that up. Trudging to the door, she grabbed her phone off the table. So that was where she’d left it.

“Hi,” she nodded at the delivery guy. He was holding a large bunch of flowers and Y/N bit back a sigh her eyes. Probably from another of Marlene’s boys. Honestly, she was thinking of opening up a flower shop, considering the amount of flowers Marlene’s newest was insisting on sending.

“Hi, I’m looking for,” the delivery guy scanned the list on his clipboard, “Y/N?”

She froze. Huh. “Yeah, that’s me.”

He tucked the clipboard under his arm, passing her the flowers. “These are for you. There’s a card with it.”

“Thanks.”

Y/N shut the door, staring at the bunch of vivid blooms in confusion. Who on earth would have sent her these? She racked her brains for any possible romance in her life, but nothing came to mind. With her luck, it was probably her grandma or something. Not that she’d be upset by flowers from her nan but a mystery lover was much more interesting.

She pulled out the gilded card from where it was tucked into the side of the paper, scanning the words.

Sorry for breaking in and passing out in your flat, princess. Text me if you want to go for drinks at some point: +44 7xxx xxxxxx

A smile broke across her face. Maybe she’d take him up on his offer.

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