#but fuck her and her stupid fucking boyfriend genuinely we all know you BOTH believe you're so much better than everyone else

[icedille]

suicide plans postponed. i'm going to murder people actually

[mirrorball-leclerc]

there’s no separating work husbands

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rowan todd i now realize i have been silently suffering for far too long.

bailey winters LMAOOOOO!!! SUCK IT!! rowan todd you have no room to talk winters.

daniel jones-ricciardo suffering from what?

fernando alonso third-wheelitis

sebastian vettel that's not a word. fernando alonso it is now!

logan sargeant how are we supposed to believe that those two are mature adults?

ollie bearman better question, how are any of you adults?

alex albon sometimes it's a miracle any of us have lived as long as we have

yuki tsunoda I'M BACK BITCHES!

rhys jones has he always been here? isabella perez he muted us after pierre left RB and only popped in to make fun of pierre every once in a while.

rowan todd there he is, the bane of my existence.

yuki tsunoda little me?

lance stroll i'm convinced who's afraid of little old me was written for yuki, mae, and penelope.

charles leclerc now why would you tell them? mae jones-verstappen we can read this you fake bitch.

pierre gasly YUKI!!

yuki tsunoda PIERRE!

max jones-verstappen they're married. the faster we admit it the faster it's over.

mick schumacher that sure doesn't stop you from third wheeling daphne and daniel. max jones-verstappen sometimes i have to fight the urge to punch you schumacher.

yuki tsunoda if it helps, you're my favorite gasly rowan.

pierre gasly what the fuck yuki?

freya vettel this is yuki's 'breaking my silence' video.

yuki tsunoda rowan still visits me, unlike someone.

rowan todd it's true and he feeds me in return.

lance stroll because fuck the french right?

yuki tsunoda yes!

daphne jones-ricciardo i don't think i've ever seen a third-wheel and the significant other ganging up on the other person in the relationship.

sebastian vettel rowan and yuki like to defy the odds.

mick schumacher like alex and george when they dare each other to do stupid shit.

george russell SHUT YOUR MOUTH SCHUMACHER!! alex albon shut up mick!

ollie bearman i'm never introducing my girlfriend to you people.

isabella perez well you have to because i'm your mother.

pato o'ward you must oliver!

gael perez leave the poor boy alone oh my god.

dulce perez says the nosiest bitch in this group chat.

rowan todd i've been kicked out of my own apartment by my own boyfriend.

bailey winters it's almost too funny i have to laugh. rowan todd zip it winters.

isabella perez wait, they actually kicked you out?

rowan todd pierre told me, 'yuki forgot to get something, can you go grab it for us?'

rowan todd i thought they were sending me to yuki's car, but noooo!

rowan todd they sent me to the fucking store to pick it up.

daphne jones-ricciardo sometimes i genuinely feel bad for you rowan

dulce perez why sometimes?

daphne jones-ricciardo she chose pierre. this is no one's fault but hers.

mae jones-verstappen well you're the one who invited them both to your party, so if anything this is your fault.

natalia ruiz was she supposed to know rowan would decide, 'yeah, i want that french fucker.'

penelope trevino just start a pierre gasly hate club. have yuki and esteban join you.

isabella perez ooh! i'll join too, i'm still mad he ate my churros that one time. natalia ruiz count me in too tf. mae jones-verstappen i have pent up rage against pierre for making fun of me after my break up with max. count me in too.

isabella perez pierre's kind of an ass, why are you with him rowan?

rowan todd i can fix him (no really i can)

daphne jones-ricciardo remember what the ending line of that song is? 'woah, maybe i can't'

penelope trevino but she did?

natalia ruiz pierre is an asshole on the outside but on the inside he's a huge softie. we all know this.

mae jones-verstappen but it's so funny to shit on him.

daphne jones-ricciardo just hang out with yuki without him. make him suffer.

rowan todd that's actually a smart idea. brb going to ask yuki to grab lunch with me.

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rowantodd not pictured is yuki screaming for help because pierre almost set the kitchen on fire. i was also sent to get the groceries while pierre 'hung out' with yuki.

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yukitsunoda0511 thank you for having me rowan!!

↳ rowantodd you're welcome to come back anytime yuki, but please leave your assistant at home.

↳ pierregasly this is slander against me.

landonorris i need to find someone who looks at me the way yuki looks at pierre

↳ baileywinters so guess who's single now.

↳ landonorris baby no! i didn't mean it like that!

user52 damn third wheeling in her own home

↳ user79 it seems like they're forcing pierre to third wheel them

user61 what dignified little lady martini is!

user25 pierre gasly having a yorkie as a pet was something i never expected when i became a formula 1 fan.

↳ user14 and this man still makes 🐶 jokes.

nataliaruiz not all of us can have a joris third wheel but at least yours feeds you.

↳ rowantodd at least it's not lando.

↳ penelopetrevino he sucks but only i can shit talk him.

↳ landonorris thanks mom!

user89 what a cute family, pierre, his ex-wife rowan, his husband yuki, and their child martini.

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pierregasly ah, my two loves, yuki and martini.

↳ rowantodd this is why i've never written a love song about you.

↳ danieljonesricciardo this is why she got a divorce from you.

estebanocon ah, my favorite member of the gasly family, martini.

↳ rowantodd this is why you're her favorite alpine driver, besides jack

↳ jackdoohan aw shucks i'm honored.

olliebearman if martini goes missing, just know it wasn't me.

user35 everyday i'm reminded that martini is a 'happy divorce day' gift pierre got for rowan.

↳ user66 THAT'S WHY THEY HAVE A DOG??

↳ user35 oh yeah, martini is an 'i'm happy we got a divorce' gift.

jeremyrenner is that tripod guy?

↳ rowantodd please stop.

↳ pierregasly i refuse to believe jeremy renner knows me as tripod guy. i've never been so embarrassed.

↳ isabellaperez is this worse than tom holland referring to you as tripod during the monaco gp?

↳ gaelperez sebastian stan and anthony mackie also know you as tripod.

↳ pierregasly i've never hated myself more.

↳ yukitsunoda0511 HA!

pierre gasly end my suffering.

esteban ocon LMAOOOO!!! SUCK IT BITCH!!

lewis hamilton oh no. what happened now?

pierre gasly THEY'RE GANGING UP ON ME!! I AM SUFFERING!!

sebastian vettel i thought we had another pr nightmare on our hands.

isabella perez no, everything is calm on that front for now.

rhys jones i can start a rumor about daniel being pregnant with max's child?

daniel jones-ricciardo why am i always the victim of his crimes?

rowan todd SUFFER LIKE I HAVE SUFFERED YOU CROISSANT!!

yuki tsunoda I'M STEALING THE GOD!! SHE'S MINE NOW!

pierre gasly YOU LEAVE MARTINI ALONE TSUNODA!!

charles leclerc STEAL HIS DOG YUKI! HE TRIED TAKING LEO FROM ME!!

daphne jones-ricciardo did they go out to get lunch without you?

pierre gasly how did you know?

dulce perez it was her idea.

pierre gasly i hope you have issues with your mic in paris daphne.

rhys jones i hope you piss in your tractor of a car pierre.

lance stroll he's scary. keep him away from sharp objects.

rhys jones i'm making it my mission to scare my sisters haters. pierre gasly, you're at the top of my list.

carlos sainz he's what the people describe as feral.

lando norris this is a trick to divert pierre's attention from rowan and yuki.

pierre gasly WHERE ARE YOU PEOPLE!!!

rowan todd YOU'LL NEVER FIND US!!

yuki tsunoda YOU'LL NEVER TAKE US ALIVE!!

pierre gasly i'll find you two. i swear.

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hanging without pierre, this is the best experience either one of us have had. oh look who decided to crash my yuki-time. that was my desert...

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¡leclerc-s speaks! took the weekend off but i’m back! convinced this isn't my best work but it still delivers on humor (i think)

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[heeseung-min]

[10:56]

"What did you say to people?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't act innocent, Sunoo. Why did I heard people talked about us being in relationship?"

You asked to the guy in front of you. When you came to school, many students were crowding you asking about Sunoo and your relationship with him. You were confused so much by the sudden act and you can see some students being genuine and congratulated you but there were some too throwing hate towards you.

"Well, they are right. We are dating anyway. Why are you asking this?"

"Bullshit, Sunoo. What do you mean by dating?!! I don't even like you."

Sunoo rolled his eyes. He wrapped his hand on your back and pulled you closer. You put hands on his chest to prevent from becoming too close to him. Despite his hands being slapped by you, Sunoo didn't care at all and kept caressing your face and your waist.

"Ergh get off me! I said stop--"

Sunoo kissed you before you can do anything. He hold the back of your neck to make sure you are literally stuck. You whimpered more when he bit the lower of your lips.

"Y-y/n?"

Sunoo finally let you go when there was someone calling you. You turned back to see betrayal expression of Riki, your boyfriend.

"Riki, no-"

"I told you, Riki. Y/n doesn't even love you. It's just a bet. I told you I'm dating her. Why can't you believe me?"

"It's not!"

You ran to Riki and hold his hands so he can look at you instead. He started to tear up when he stared at you.

"Am I a bet?"

"No! Riki, no! I love you. I really do. Sunoo is just bullshitting. Please trust me."

"Oh, me bullshitting?"

Sunoo giggled like he said the most funniest thing ever.

"Do you know why y/n absent two days ago, Riki?"

Riki and you turned confusedly to Sunoo. How the hell he knew you were absent that day? Both of you are not even in one class. Riki also didn't know the reason since you didn't talk about it.

"She was at my house. We slept together the night before. I might be too "harsh" on her."

Sunoo said with a smirk on his face. Obviously, you knew what he was talking about.

"What the fuck are you talking about??!! Don't try to say nonsense, Sunoo. I don't even know where is your house."

"Enough, y/n."

Unexpectedly, the words came from your boyfriend. You shake your heads denying what Sunoo said but Riki seems like he had enough of it. He pulled your hands off him and walked out from the scene. Your tears started to fall down but Sunoo didn't care about it. He hugged you from behind and swayed your body lightly.

"Now, we are really dating. Right, baby?"

Although what he said to Riki was all false. It's still doing good to him since that kid believed all of it literally.

"See, that's why Riki is not suitable to be your boyfriend. Look how stupid he is believing everything what I said."

Ayo, I feel like a shit for this story🤡🤡🔪 I dont know if im doing good job or not but hopefully you guys enjoy this.

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[linguist-in-a-blanket]

I saw so many BBC Ghosts fans here trashing the American version that I finally gave up and watched the original.

Well, thanks, I hate it.

Some of the plots were more amusing, yes. I personally liked how the sister story played off. I mean, when in American version we see Jo from Mythic Quest show up with that "nice" smile for one episode, we know what's up from the first second. When it's a seemingly genuine woman who has a couple of episodes to actually earn Alison's and our trust, it's much better. I also liked most of the ones that didn't make it into the remake.

But the core of this premise is characters. And British characters... They're just bad, I'm sorry, they're bad. They are all one note! There is no arc for anybody! Even the most annoying one, Thomas! His whole thing is that he doesn't know what boundaries or consent are, and this goes on for five seasons! Come on, man! Trevor in the American version has charisma, and he comes a long way in just 2 and half seasons we've seen him. This all really makes up for him being a huge jerk: at least he's a lovable jerk, plus he changes. Julian is not lovable at all, Thomas never changes, he's the same since episode 1 till the finale one. Why should we care about two one-note jerks? Flower has a lot about herself aside from being not-all-here: sex-drive, pacifism, commitment issues, basketball, backstories about at least three close people from her life (two boyfriends and brother)... Kitty is just a stupid cutie who is not-all-here, nothing else.

And this drives me to my next point. Such one-note characters without any development simply cannot have a deep connection. Nobody likes each other in this show. I've seen a lot of takes that American ghosts and Sam are friends, while British ghosts and Alison are family. Well, if you mean an abusive family that you can't get away from, that never gives you any good feelings, sure. But do we really need that? Whom of the ghosts does Alison actually like? She hates Thomas and Fanny (never has this realization about her unrealized motherly feelings, and Fanny herself never realizes why she is like she is and how she can change), she doesn't understand Robin (after spending a day with him and learning what he knows, she just gives him to Fanny as a pet), at the very best she pities Kitty. The only one who actually likes Alison as a person is Kitty, but she has her own projections, she is like a duckling who saw the first person near them and said "mommy". She's actually not much better than Thomas in that way, same level of neediness and clinginess, just more lovable than him, and it's not sexual harrassment, more... platonic harrassment? Yay?..

By the way, Alison also doesn't change. Whenever she sees a new ghost in a new place, she is creeped out. This was okay in the beginning, but after living in a house with 9+ ghosts for a couple of years, she is still creeped out by others! Oh, I'm so sorry for your inconvenience, mam, this guy just, you know, didn't have anybody to see him or talk to him in a couple of centuries, but no, no big deal, sure. Sam is fascinated by her gift, she is always happy to explore and talk to new ghosts, Alison just finds it weird and unsettling, even after, what, five years? Girl, you are a fucking superhero! Talk to the invisible people, damn you!

Sure, it could be about not being able to change, especially after you're dead, but then... why? Why should we look at bad people who stay bad, and most importantly, why should we look at them for five seasons?

When Alison weighed pros and cons for staying, she put "ghosts" in both columns. I'm sorry, but why? We almost never see her enjoying their company, almost never see the ghosts helping her (which is petty, but when American ghosts did this for Sam a couple of first times, that's when she warmed up to them)... They are always an incovenience for Alison. Never do they respect any boundaries, all they can do is do one big gesture (song, dance, theater) and move on to being annoying and needy. Never can they hear "no", never can they respect what she asks of them.

Sam says a lot of times she can't leave the ghosts, and I believe her. Even Jay loves the American ghosts! Sam has this whole group of friends and enjoys their company. They all have connections with each other and with the livings. British don't, they move in a pack and look for somebody to annoy, be that Alison or that poor neighbor ghost.

[theshrikeandcanary]

Another World Lost

Summary: Your sister died from a variant which marked your “Ben” cannon event. Miguel ofc knew about this (since he leads the spider society). This whole fic is just you being angry and Miguel being angsty.

Warnings: death of a family member, angst (seriously just angst), no happy ending and curse words

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You were pissed. Everyone around you could sense the pure rage dripping off you as you walked down the halls of the spider society. You only joined the shithole when you genuinely believed that among the thousands of spidermen you were only doing good. And yet you’ve just witnessed your sister die by a variant that should never have been there. Yes, you could blame yourself, used a web in a different spot, arrived on scene earlier or maybe Miguel O’hara could have warned you. Your cannon event being your sister die and all. Just maybe that would have been helpful. The only tip off of his involvement being the notification from your watch. “Cannon Event Completed”.

Those three god forbidden words circling in your head as you slammed his office door open. Of course Miguel had been preparing for some kind of reaction since he must have known for weeks. “You knew didn’t you”, you spat. It sounded like a question but you both knew the answer. He looked down at you with some twisted understanding of his own warped reality.

“Yes, but we didn’t tell you since the cannon- “

“The cannon! Fuck the cannon you were supposed to be on my side. My own boyfriend knew and let my sister die. And for what? So your stupid cannon event theory wouldn’t break?”, you screamed as tears rushed down your face. Not only did you watch your sister die, but your own boyfriend let it happen. He knew you wouldn’t be able to save her amongst the others who needed saving. No wonder there weren’t other spider people to help, her death was supposed to be on your hands alone.

He looked dumbfounded as if he didn’t expect your emotions to be taken out on him. But you weren’t done; you wouldn’t be until he hurt the way you hurt. Till he understood your sister’s death was his fault alone. “Her death is all your fault Miguel. I may not have been able to save her but you let her death happen. How long did you know? A week? A month? Months? Her blood was on your hands the moment you knew and hid it from me. From both of us.”, the hurt of your words was evident on his face.

Your sister was the first to know of Miguel’s and your relationship. She noticed your constant glances at your phone or watch waiting for any notification to pop up. Occasionally helping you send semi flirty texts at midnight during your pinning stage. At the night of your and Miguel’s first date she was there, helping you pick out the perfect outfit and how to style your hair. When she finally met Miguel, she was nothing but welcoming, telling him all the embarrassing stories of your childhood together. She was your best friend. And now your best friend was gone.

A sheen came over his eyes, seeming to just realize what he had done to you. He hurt you while trying to protect the multiverse. Regret consumed him as he watched you open a portal and drop your watch to the floor. There was nothing he could say to stop you from leaving. Your back had turned from him for good. The memories of you flashed before his eyes knowing this would be the last time he���d ever get to see your face. The face he’d grown to love, to kiss and hold. As the portal closed his eyes wondered to the polaroid sitting on his desk. A simple photo of you hugging him from behind, laughing while trying to reach far enough for a good photo of you both.

To him you were his world. Something he always sought to protect. Yet you had slipped through his fingers like sand, any grasp of his future sanity lost with you. He had failed again to protect his love just as he failed his last.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1193: More Rest and Snuggles (Danganronpa 2)

8:22 a.m. at Jabberwalk Island: Hajime x Ibuki's Cabin........

'Alarm Beeping'

Hajime: (Wakes Himself Up as He Stops the Alarm Beeping Off From his Phone Before Stretching his Arms Up and Yawning) Okay! Let's see what we got in store for today.....(Checks Out the Schedule Planned and Typed Out on his Phone's List App) Paperwork......Island Meeting.......Video Call Metting involving New Hope's Peak.......Band Practice.........Even more Paperwork........Hm. Seems a lot busier then it was yesterday, but I'm sure I can managed someh-

?????: HAJIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!~

Hajime: (Turns to See his Girlfriend, Ibuki Mioda, Laying Next to Him on her Side of his Bed with a Small Smile) Oh, Morning, Ibuki. Never really took you for the early bird.

Ibuki: Uh nooo. Ibuki is a late bird. The latest of all birds and mammals.

Hajime: Pretty sure birds doesn't fit in the mammals category-

Ibuki: Upupup! Ibuki doesn't need to hear any lecture in animal studies right now. (Points at her Boyfriend) And YOU, my darling Hajime, don't need to be up this early in the morning either!

Hajime: ('Sigh') Come on, Ibuki. 8'o clock isn't nearly thar early. (Rubs the Back of hos Head Back and Forth) At.....least depending on which time zone we're currently on.

Ibuki: (Rolls his Eyes) Time Zone, Lime Snoze.

Hajime: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Is "Snoze" even a real wor-

Ibuki: (Extends her Arms Up in the Air) Doesn't matter!! What does, however, is.....(Points at Hajime Again) YOU, mister, are need of a long dseeved and appointed a day off! Especially after all the work you've been doing as of late.

Hajime: (Crosses his Arms) Well, you're definitely not wrong on that front to say the least.....But are you sure I should be taking that day off right now? (Went Back on his Phone) The schedule I listed out here does looks pretty-

Ibuki: Long? Yeah, yeah, I noticed. (Forms a Bright Smile on her Face) Luckily for you, my dear, Ibuki has taken the liberties of convincing our wonderful group of friends/family to do them all for you in your humble place.

Hajime: Is that right?

Ibuki: Yep-Yep-Yep!~ in fact, I've arranged a few buddy systems to help get everything done in a much quicker. I have Fuyu and Peko work on the paperwork......

Jabberwalk Main Office Facility

Fuyuhiko: (Sighs While Pushing Aside a Stack of Filled Out Forms to the Other Side of the Desk He's Sitting At) That's one set down....(Turn Towards a Much Larger Stacks of Unsigned Paperwork on the Other Side of the Desk) A few more to get done, but it's fine. Just gotta keep working om a pace and-

Peko: (Walks By and Places More Paperwork Down on Top of the Unfinished Section) More paperwork is sent.

Fuyuhiko: (Eyes Widened in Shock) Are you fucking-(Pinches the Bridge of his Nose While Groaning in Irritation) I swear, if i didn't know any better, it almost feels like that stupid foundation is trying to kill us all over again.....

Peko: (Giggles a Bit) Perhaps. (Places her Hands onto Both of her Boyfriend's Shoulders and Gently Massages Them a Bit) But just continue to stay calm and remember who we're doing this for.

Fuyuhiko: (Takes a Deep Breath) Right. This is for Hajime.

Peko: (Happily Nodded) Correct. Stay strong, my dear (Gives Fuyuhiko a Kiss on the Cheek) I believe in you.

Fuyuhiko: (Starts Blushing a Bit While Grinning at his Girlfriend) ('Heh') Right back at you. (Gets Himself Up and Gives Peko a Peck on the Lips) Hon~ (Winks a Peko)

Peko: (Genuinely Surprised by the Sudden Kiss Before Turning Away, Blushing, and Smiling a Little) Y-You're too kind~

Hiyoko: (Inthe Background L Ugh! Get a room already!!

.......................................................................................

Ibuki: Sonia and Akane host the Island Gathering..........

Jabberwalk Beach

Sonia: (Happily Hosts the Beach Gathering Meeting as She Uses her Pointer to Tap on a Pie Chart Picture Akane Showing Off to Everyone Else Present) And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why it is very important for each of us to continue to keep this lovely beach in top-tip sha-

'THUD'

The suddenly loud thudding sound was more than enough to cause the Ultimate Princess to shriek in terror while jumping onto Akane's arms, causing her drop the pictures she was holding in her hands.

Akane: (Equally Surprised) What the heck!?

???????: GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! SPENDID!!!

The ladies and the audience turns to see their Ultimate Manager, Nekomaru Nidia, laying down on a crated ground, laughing wholeheartedly.

Nekomaru: Ahh man! Been a long while since I've felt THIS much adrenaline smacking me so hard across tye face! You weren't kidding when you said weren't gonna hold any punches, huh Gundham?

Gundham: ('Heh') (Walks Over to the Crate he Created) Of course. There's never been a time of day where someone as powerful as I, Gundham Tanaka, has ever hold back from a challenge, much less from someone as fairly formidable as you I suppose.

Nekomaru: (Chuckles Lightly) D'aww thanks, man! You flatter me. (Puts on a Determined Grin on his Face) But don't think for a second I'm throwing in the towel just-

?????: BOYS!

The duo turns to see their respective girlfriends, Sonia and Akane, glaring at the both of them.

Nekomaru: Oh uhhhh....(Chuckles Awkwardly) Heh-Hey there, ladies!

Gundham: (Turns Away While Covering his Mouth Up with the Scarf He's Wearing) I take it you're....('Clears Throat') N-Not too.....Happy with us, aren't you?

Sonia: (Crosses her Arms) There is not a single smile appear on either of our faces now, is there?

Akane: Yeah! How are you guys having yourselves an intense bout in the middle of the beach and not invite ME along for the chaos! Like, come on!

Sonia: (Turns to Akane with a Pout While Making Angry Princess Noises)

Akane: What? You know how pumped I get when it comes to sparring matches. (Raises an Eyebrow at the Boys) You guys WERE having friendly sparring match, right?

Nekomaru: Yeah.

Gundham: Why wouldn't we be?

Akane: (Smiles Brightly) Yep! Friendly Sparring Match.

Sonia: (Softly Facepalms Herself While Sighing)

............................................................................................

Ibuki: Then, Ibuki let Teruteru handle breakfast, lunch, and dinner like he always do since, you know, he's the Ultimate Cook-

Hajime: Chief, Ibuki.

Ibuki: Cook, Chief, Tomatoes, Tamotoes, same thing! Ooh! And lastly, Ibuki has Nagito and Sodaman handle the video chat meeting with Naegi and Co!

Hajime: (Eyes Widened at What his Girlfriend Just Said) I'm sorry, you assigned NAGITO, of all people, to participate in the same meeting Makoto is apart of?

Ibuki: (Gently Rubs Hajime's Arm) Relax, Haji-Bear. I already said Sodaman is taking part of the meeting too remember? I'm sure it'll go along just fiiine.

Jabberwalk Meeting Office Room

Naegi: (Speaking on Soda's Tablet) So, in conclusion, with our separate ideas, cooperation, and hardwork intertwine, I believe they would all be more than enough to rebuild a much better version of Hope Peak's Academy than it ever was before. Do we have any questions before we continue?

Nagito: (Raises his Hand Up) Excuse me, Naegi-san.

Soda: (Starts Sweating Bullets) (Pleasedon'taskaboutanythingHoperelated Pleasedon'taskabiutanythingHoperelated Pleeeease don't ask about anything Hope-related!)

Nagito: I would like to ask you about classes you will include in the academy

Soda: ('Sighs in Pure Relief') (Ohhh thank god...)

Nagito: (Smiles Brightly) As well as how much Hope you are willing to provide for each one!~

Soda: (DAMN IT!)

.........................................................................................

Hajime: ..........You know, maybe I should check up on those two. (Gets Himself Up From the Bed) See how they're doing and what-Woah! (Gets Pulled Back Down on the Bed by Ibuki)

Ibuki: (Comically Glares at Hajime) Not on my watch, mister! You need R&R and you're gonna get it!!

Hajime: Ibuki, I'm only gonna check up on them for a few minutes or so and I'll come back here before you know it, I promise!

Ibuki: (Starts Whining and Singing at the Same Time) Noooooooooooo!~

Hajime: (Sighs While Trying his Hardest Not to Snicker at Ibuki's Cute and Scratchy Vocals) Come on, Ibuki, you gotta trust me on this.

Ibuki: (Gives Hajime a Serious Look on her Face) Do you trust our friends, Hajime? Do you trust me even?

Hajime: (Taken Aback by Ibuki's More Serious Look) What? Ibuki, of course I trust you guys, you're practically family to me. Nagito too, even if I am still iffy on him half the time.

Ibuki: ('Sigh') Yeah, Ibuki always get weird vibes from that guy since day one......(Softens her Serious Demeanor a Bit) It really means a lot that you think so highly of us, Haji. (Rapidly Poking her Boyfriend's Chest) But you need to put more faith in us than that, you big, cute dumb-dumb!!~

Hajime: Will you ease up on the poking already!? ('Sighs in Defeat and Understanding') But you're right. We have been through far too many hells and back to get to where we are right now together. And it's high time that we set aside our doubts and continue to build our trust and bond for a brighter future going forward.

Ibuki: (Nodded in Agreement With a Proud Grin on her Face) ('Hmph') That's right!~ But you wanna know what else you need, Haji?

Hajime: Hm?

Ibuki: (Happily Hugs Her Boyfriend) A nice, relaxing Cuddling Session!~ (Starts Snuggling onto Hajime) Starring your cute, rock n' roll girlfriend who wants to hug and kiss you all day long~ (Starts Puckering Up her Lips)

Hajime: (Chuckles Lightly) Alright, come here you~

Hajime leans over to give his girlfriend the make out session she very much deserves.

Ibuki: Oh Hajime~ ('Mmwah') Ibuki loves you ('Mwah') Ohh so much!~ ('Mmmwah')

Hajime: I know~ I love you too, Ibuki. Thank you for convincing me to do this and for....(Smiles Sheepishly While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Putting up with a workaholic like myself for so long~

Ibuki: (Giggles Softly) Don't worry about it!~ You know Ibuki always got your back. (Continues Kissing Hajime) Ibuki~ ('Mwah') will never. EVER. Leave your side~ Ever!~ ('Mmwah')

Hajime: Likewise. (Eye's Widened a Bit) But wait, what about our band practice? Didn't you say you have new song you've been working on?

Ibuki: Yeah, but we can postpone our Jam Session for today, I don't mind. Now, give me some more loving!~

Hajime: (Chuckles Lightly) Yes, ma'am~

The lovers lay back down on their bed as their relaxing Cuddle Session has now finally begun.

@on-2

@ma-lemons

@albion-93

@bestpony666

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

I was watching black mirror the other day

and if you don't know I'll give you a plot synopsis of this episode.

it's called "Be Right Back"

and it's about this woman Martha who's boyfriend/fiancé dies in a car accident and this woman at the funeral keeps preaching about this app in beta that allows you to talk with your dead loved ones. Martha screams at the woman and is still actively grieving.

later a few months down her mother signs her up for the app and she reluctantly tries it, she's confused but she actually really likes the ai chatbot boyfriend/fiancé.

she starts getting healthier and going out more, and learns she's pregnant with dead boyfriend/fiancé's kid but with the help of ai chat bot boyfriend/fiancé she's taking it pretty well.

eventually there's this upgrade where she can put her ai boyfriend/fiancé in a robot body and she shells out and does it.

it looks exactly like him and she is happy for a while.

but ai boyfriend/fiancé robot is just not dead boyfriend/fiancé and she has a mental breakdown and tries to make ai boyfriend/fiancé robot jump off a cliff. the robot doesn't and they both scream and cry.

flash forward like 8-10 years, and the kid is 8-10 and looks extremely happy, it's her birthday and she asks to take a piece of cake up for her dad. Martha agrees and helps her up into the attic where robodad lives, the kid is super happy and is playing and joking with her robodad and eating a extra slice of cake. martha stares at the audience with a blank face and the episode ends.

so basically that's what happened, but like... what was the bad thing that happened??? no genuinely I have been flipping it over in my mind, and in reality what happened was a messy robot divorce.

they didn't touch on actually anything predatory about ai chatbot dead loved ones, they didn't make any parallels with scammer mediums and psychics, they didn't even like touch on the fact the ai chat bot loved one boyfriend/fiancé was a subscription service.

like what they said was "all ai chat bots? BAD. all robots? BAD." and didn't even critique anything meaningful.

in all honesty this was actually a great ending? this family is loving and kinda weird, but the kid is beyond happy and healthy, Martha has a job, and robodad gets to see his kid on the weekend.

what on earth is bad about that? genuinely there is not a single downside or bad thing here, it was a messy robot divorce that's what happened and like despite that? they have a loving family!

like this is such a non-issue I can't even believe I had a sense of dread when watching it, like "upload (2020)" does actually a better critique of the whole robot/ai loved ones thing.

hell other shows and movies from before this do a better job! like I've seen literally a play/ballet about the same fucking thing! it did a better job than black mirror!

like this is such a bland, stupid critique on robots and ai loved ones. like genuinely the worst take I've seen, the whole episode was more of a sad story of grief and loss then critical analysis on the state of ai loved ones/robots.

like fuck, it's just snobby pretentious not even analysis on these issues! hell I would have focused more on the pay to play aspect of it all like IN REAL LIFE than just hand waving away the actually important parts of the conversation!!!!

like it's such a disappointing and anti-tech and anti-mental illness look at it all, like guess what we saw in the episode?

Martha actually get better and didn't neglect herself and was able to take care of herself and child and live a happy life!

she would still have been depressed and suicidal without ai boyfriend/fiancé, and she wouldn't have been able to care for her kid as well as if she was mostly happier and healthier in the current time line.

like this episode is more of a PRO-tech/ai episode then most black mirror ones!

like everything talked about in that episode "Upload (2020)" does x10 better, even though it came out many years later. it does a hugely better job at handling all these topics in an interesting and thought provoking way.

I don't know I just think this episode is a trash analysis on ai/robot loved ones, and they should have focused more on the predatory aspects of having to pay to see your loved ones and the whole subscription model parts. like such a missed opportunity!

the episode gets a 6.7/10 could have been so much better, yet they just didn't make any meaningful analysis about anything.

[thatwriterj]

Bonfire ⟶ John B x Fem Reader ⟶ Imagine

Word count: 1.1k+

Summary: Kiara and Sarah make Y/n go to a bonfire, but while there she sees her boyfriend do something she wouldn't have ever imagined.

warrings: Underaged drinking, Cursing, Fighting, and Crying.

A/N: This is my first post on this blog!! This was supposed to come out so long ago but I'm so slow with everything anyways hope you enjoy and if so lmk if I should make a part 2 ;)

Sarah and Kiara do the finishing touches to my look—just to go to some stupid bonfire, but to them, it’s not just a bonfire. I don't understand why they're romanticizing it, but it’s whatever.

Sarah says with a smile, "Oh my god, John B is going to literally die." Kiara agrees with Sarah’s statement by nodding her head yes.

“What if he doesn’t want me? I look like a clown?” Kiara and Sarah giggle at my response.

"First of all, that is disrespectful to both yourself and mine and Sarah's work, also John B is practically in love with you. He could genuinely go on and on about you.” Sarah agrees with Kiara's statement by nodding her head.

"Look, Kie, but may-“ Sarah cuts me off.

“Shut up, Y/N, any fucking guy in Outer Banks would fucking die even to do the smallest thing like hold your hand! You are so fucking beautiful!” Sarah takes a breath. “You're also speaking poorly about yourself and still haven't seen yourself the way we do.” The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence.

"Damn Sarah, how long have you been holding that in?" Kie said to break the tension.

She might not be correct in saying that any guy in Outer Banks would die to even hold my hand. She may be right in saying that I haven't seen myself yet. I might actually look decent.

"We'll anyway, we should get going, come on," Kiara says, moving slowly toward the door.

"Yes, we should," Sarah said as she exited the room.

I inhaled deeply, then exhaled as she exited the room. I get up from my chair and walk over to the full-length mirror in my room. As I stand here, I realize that Sarah was correct when she said those things about me. I am fucking beautiful.

—----

"This is it," Sarah says over the car music. She then lowers the volume of the music playing.

“I can't believe this is your first bonfire.” Sarah screeches.

"Okay, car tire," I say as Sarah punches me in the arm. In response to her screech, Kiara laughs in the backseat.

"All right, end your guy's little fight; I've got to get a beer; it's necessary." Kiara exits the car, and we leave behind her.

When we get out of the car, the music is already blaring. We three entered while holding hands, but the one and only JJ Maybank quickly broke up our embrace.

JJ is now standing in front of us. “What's up, la-" JJ started to say but was interrupted. “Woah, Y/n y-you’re fucking beautiful,” JJ says as he looks at me up and down. 

JJ’s comment has made me smile. I hardly even managed to say, "Thanks, JJ," because of how broad my smile was.

"Anyway, I think we all look lovely," Sarah smirks and scowls. Sarah tilts her head to the side while twisting a strand of her hair in her finger and says, "Don't you think so JJ?" Sarah smiles

Pope quickly comes over to us and says, "JJ, I need you right now."

“Okay, where do you need me?” JJ asks. 

"Just come on, man," Pope says, grabbing JJ's hand and dragging him to where he needs him.

"Isn't John B supposed to be here?” I question Kie and Sarah.

“He won't just appear as you stand there because, as far as I know, teleportation doesn't exist, but he should be somewhere around here,” Kie assured me

I walked away from them and began to advance into the large crowd of people when a guy gabbing my arm stopped me. "Heyyy,” the guy said. I could tell he was intoxicated just by listening to him speak, and his breath further confirmed this.

"Y/n, isn't it? I believe I have you in my math class, right?” He examines me with his wide-eyed gaze.

“Yes, I'm Y/n, but I don't believe I have you in my math class.” I laugh it off and roll my eyes in annoyance. “Look what do you want from me, dickhead, and let go of me,” I said as I took my hand away from his grip. 

I was getting more irritated with this son of a bitch by the time I pulled my arm back because it was already red.

“There's no need to call me-” I cut him off mid-sentence.

"Talk to me when you brush your teeth, please, and thank you." I turned around and walked away from this weirdo. 

I kept walking, but all I could see were drunken teenagers—no sign of my boyfriend, John B. I need a break from all these people. I walk away from the big crowds. I end up somewhere with fewer people—about 10–20 people max.

I was about to sit down on a bench when I noticed something that I never thought I'd see in a million years. My alleged boyfriend is halfway down Sarah Cameron's throat fucking. 

I'm at a loss for what to do. Should I be angry at John B or Sarah? I'm not even angry. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be feeling right now. I make my way over to them. I stop in my steps. If I go up to them and confront them, what exactly will change? I turn to leave this nightmare as tears stream down my cheeks.

As I'm trying to make my way through all of these people, I bump into JJ. "Woah, you better be careful," JJ says as he checks to see if I'm all right, but I cut him off by doing something I never would have expected.

I kissed him.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I said to JJ in a panic. I have no idea why I did that, but if John B wants to fuck, my friends might as well do the same to him. Right?

“It's alright,” JJ smirks. "I've always wanted to do that to you, but I just-" John B tackled JJ to the ground, cutting him off.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM, KISSING MY GIRL?” John B screamed.

I feel outraged. Who the fuck does he think he is that he can kiss other people while I'm quote on quote "his girl."

"Look, man, she kissed me,” said JJ as John B had him pressed on the ground. 

“Get off of him!” I yelled at John B as I pushed him off of JJ.

JJ and John B both get up off the ground. “You’re such a fucking slut, Y/N,” my fist clenched harder as those words came out of John B's mouth.

Before I knew it, I had punched John B to the ground. I tumbled back a bit, almost falling, but I bumped into someone who stopped my fall. I run away from this situation with tears running down my stupid face. 

Is everything that happened tonight my fault? Is this what I deserve? Has he ever loved me? Am I a slut for kissing his best friend out of spite? These thoughts are racing through my stupid fucking head as I sob uncontrollably while sitting on the ground next to a tree. 

THE END

[are-my-ocs-ta]

AITA for leaving my husband and mom behind for ten years to rescue my baby siblings?

I (29M, 19 at the time) am the eldest prince of the fairy kingdom, but I’m not the crown prince because my powers are really weird and I’ve almost killed myself or my loved ones multiple times. My little sister E (17F, 7 at the time) is the Crown Princess, and our littlest brother A (16M, 6 at the time) have stable powers. The theory as to why my powers are so messed up is that my mom (50F) was a commoner and that might have messed me up, but I don’t believe it. She does though, for some stupid reason, so she stepped down as Queen and allowed my dad to marry a new woman, M, who’s the mom of my younger siblings. I don’t want to reveal my powers because my mom had a lot of enemies and if they learned that I was this fucked up they could use that as leverage to destroy all the social programs and stuff my mom built.

I have a husband, S (29M, 19 at the time) who also has stable powers and is absolutely perfect and better at this shit than I am. There was a festival in the capital, and since I never make public appearances and by extension he never does, we can go out and have fun. We dressed up E and A in disguises and took them with us, but we got separated from them and when we found them again they were being kidnapped by vampires. I told S to take E and A and run, and I tried to hold them off, but they took down S and ended up taking all three of them. I managed to find S, he was struggling so much they thought he was more trouble than he was worth, but he was really weak and they had poisoned him aggressively with some iron poison and they’d completely torn his wings apart so he couldn’t fly. I took him home and left him there, because I knew they’d take care of him, and I went off to go find E and A.

Apparently while I was looking for them, E managed to escape and end up back home, but A had complete amnesia and ended up becoming a servant to the worst of the vampires so she’d let E go. Anyway I tried to rescue him a couple of times, but since he had amnesia he didn’t even recognize me and now he and all his new friends have been calling me the rat man.

Anyway eventually after they figured out that A was a fairy and not just a normal human the Vampire Prince took A into his service instead and secretly contacted E to let her know that he’d be willing to return him to them because apparently they genuinely didn’t know that vampires had kidnapped the Prince and Princess. I joined E after she showed up and even though I looked like a fucking mess she recognized me instantly and smacked me before explaining to everyone who I was and she took both of us home. But while we were in the carriage, A’s boss ended up trying to stage a coup and tried to kill everyone in the Vampire palace and A insisted on going back because he’s DATING A VAMPIRE NOW??? (I’m sorry I’ll never be over that) and we all went back and teamed up with his boyfriend’s sister to take people out and his boyfriend’s sister was presumed dead but she managed to get out and track us all the way to the palace.

Anyway, I came home with A and E and I really expected at least some kind of welcome back before everyone started screaming at me but my mom immediately started fussing over A (which is fair) but when I asked her if she missed me she just went like “don’t talk to me so I’m mad at you” and then my husband showed up and fucking backhanded me the moment he saw me and apparently the iron poison they used to try and subdue him poisoned his bone marrow to the point that they can’t heal and he’s literally only walking now thanks to the wood nymphs, who all hate me because one time I almost accidentally caused a forest fire, making him fancy prosthetics.

So anyway AITA for ditching them for ten years? I get they’re pissed, but it was my fault that A and E got taken in the first place and that S is in the situation he’s in, I needed to save them!

[suckerpunch-wrestlinggirls]

SUCKER PUCNCH -Pretty Devils [Wrestling Girls Vol. II]

Avid Queer Reader rated it ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

After loving the first volume I requested an ARC of this second installment coming out in March to the author and she was so kind to send me one in exchange for an honest review.

I read this entire book in one night. No shit. I got the email with the ARC last night at 10 PM, started reading right away... and next thing I new it was 5 AM. And my heart was singing.

I thought I loved the first book because of how true and genuine the love in it is, in all its forms... I wasn't emotionally ready to be completely blown away by Pretty Devils. The real superpower of this author is the heart she can put in each and every of her characters, even the ones who aren't really prominent in the story. That's what truly brings everything to life, what makes you smile and tear up as you read about this bunch of "queer disaster idiots" and their life at the Beatcave.

I wasn't particularly impressed at first by the main character because, after the lovely POC romance we got in the first book, we're now presented with... a lot of whiteness. BUT! It only takes a couple of chapters to grow fond of Liv and her struggles with life and the world. It's never stated anywhere that she's neurodivergent (autistic, I assume?) because, as many neurodivergent people in real life, she never got a disognosis: her mother just calls her stupid and Liv herself believes it's simply a learning disability. So bonus points for the white MFC. Liv is also poor and struggling to make ends meet every month because of her mother's drinking and gambling problems, but she never whines like a martyr and I really appreciated her tough fragility.

On the other side of the spectrum, quite literally, we have Raisa, who is gorgeous and strong and has never had to struggle for anything, coming from a loving, wealthy family. Raisa is presented, at first, as your sterotypical goth: brooding, quiet, maybe even slightly curt (I was swooning the very moment she was introduced), an Ice Queen clad in leather who likes to mind her own business and keep to herself.

No spoilers as to how they meet and how their relastionship begins and develops, but let me say this: we see both these characters bloom page after page right before out eyes. Liv, from the small, frightened kitten she was in the beginning, slowly starts learning to trust people and let her real self come out in the safe and friendly environment of the Beatcave. The dark ice coating Raisa's character starts melting away as she sends more and more time with Liv and I promise you you'll love every bit of their evolution as individuals and as a couple. Liv and Raisa and both far from perfect and they do a lot of things wrong (mostly because Liv has a hard time dealing with emotions and distressing events), but the patience and understanding and deep affection binding them together are stronger than anything else.

Now, subplots I ADORED:

- Roxie and Fiona. These two are show stealers: lesbian couple goals and the most beautiful Gay Moms energy you'll ever find. Watching them together really warms your heart.

- Blu. Blair fucking Lucas, ladies and gentlemen, is a GEM. When she first appeared I groaned to myself: "Oh, here's the gratuitously mean girl whose only prupose is to make the protagonist's life a nightmare." I was wrong. Oooh, boy, so wrong! There's so much to her to discover in between the lines. ILUSM, Blu.

- Mum and her girlfriend + Dad and his boyfriend (I know it sounds funny, but... just read these books, it'll make sense). I sense BIG poly vibes with them and I LOVE it. The poly representation in fiction is so rare, especially non problematic, healthy polyamory, and I think it's so refreshing to see it such a positive, loving portrayal, even if barely hinted at. Maybe it's all just in my brain, but... a win is a win. *wink*

To summarise this endless, delighted rambling of a review, here's what you'll find in this book:

- REALISTIC NEURODIVERGENCY REPRESENTATION - SLOW BURN *CHEF'S KISS* (you can literally see L&R fall in love and will call them idiots A LOT) - PLENTY OF (devastatingly beautiful) FOUND FAMILY FEELS - STRONG WOMEN AND SOFT MEN - POSITIVE STRAIGHT CHARACTERS (who also are idiots in love but won't say it) - POOR GIRL DATING RICH GIRL BUT WANTING TO BE THE ONE WHO DOES THE SPOILING (seriously, though, this alone should earn this book an extra star.) - SO. MUCH. LOVE. (I want to be a part of this bunch of dorks. Where do I apply?)

Go read these books RIGHT NOW. Your queer heart will thank you.

[bogmommy]

I mean I am chronically online and it doesn't seem ironic too me

Like the 1830s thing is the exact kind of thoughtless attitude she has shown in the past (reminds me of the comments about capitalism in time's article, like so weirdly thoughtless)

And the tattooed golden retriever... again it's on brand for her. She says stupid stuff like that about weird men (travis being sweet and metal... we know he doesn't wipe his ass)

Like none of these lyrics feel like Matty Healy lyrics. They just feel like previous bad taylor lyrics dialed up to a hundred. It's like Me! But so much worse (or do you think that was ironic too?)

It seems a lot more likely that shes just surrounded by yes men and has no self awareness then shes doing a really bad job of parodying people like Matty Healy. Because her impression is a million miles off and just sounds like her on a bad day

Like I believe if she was making fun of him and guys like him, she'd do a better job

here is the full paragraph that that is from (taken out of context it sounds HORRIBLE, i agree) and i personally focused on "USED to play a game"..."everyone would look down cause it wasn't fun now" = the game stops being fun once you point out something that breaks the bubble of romanticism, in this case that the social conditions were horrible; both bc of racism, and in the next line she also acknowledges misogyny. idk how people miss the part where she says that in hindsight the "game" wasn't fun at all and that she would have hated it in whichever decade. nostalgia is a mind's trick = romanticisng the past makes you forget/ignore that "back in the day" actually kind of sucked (to put it lightly).

she has definitely said a lot of weird things and i'm absolutely not going to defend every single one of her actions, but which artist/celebrity hasn't? 😭 didn't matty healy have a scandal recently bc of his involvement with racist/violent porn? and he heiled on stage a few years ago, was that also ironic? personally that's a lot more icky to be than "you touch me as your boys play gta", it's obviously a shitty lyric but like? 💀 idk. that's just a bit cringe, not a fucking hatecrime. " I pissed myself on the Texan intersection" isn't particularily poetic to me either tbh.

i thought the tattooed golden retriever thing was a reference to that tiktok thing where people call their boyfriends "golden retriever coded" bc they're himbos. a LOT of people called joe alwyn that, and the whole song is making fun of him SO MUCH but again i guess you have to be a very specific type of chronically online find some of these things funny, otherwise it does sound stupid; when i saw an excerpt of that before i listened to it i was ready to HATE this album because it does genuinely sound SO bad out of context.

as for ME!, it's an atrocity and i try to pretend it doesn't exist ❤️ same with the entirety of reputation tbh and like half the songs from midnights, i hate it when she tries to be ~tough~ and ~cool~ and i don't think i will ever like those albums but i actually liked TTPD and it annoys me when people shit on things bc they don't understand them. i don't particularily care for her as a person, but i like a lot of her music bc i think it's just. fun to listen to? i like upbeat songs 😭 and i do find some of the songs to be relatable etc but i'm FULLY aware of the fact that some people just "don't get it" - i'm like that too with a lot of artists and that's completely fine! but i keep my opinions about them to myself :D

however at the end of the day i don't think she cares if people "get" the album or not; she probably did it for shits and giggles and it's not as if she won't afford to put bread on the table if this album flops lol. i don't even know why i got so worked up about this, i might be getting hangry tbh

[ursbearhug]

People fucking scare me.

So recently I was at my friend's place for 3 days. I invented new religion/cult, watched few films and met her stupid boyfriend. But one thing that bugged me is that her old roommate now moved with her boyfriend.

To me it just feels really really strange. Maybe it is my innate need for community or something else entirely but I would rather choke on my own foot than leave my friend(s) high and dry in a hellscape that is housing and adult life. Imagine earning enough to be capable of buying a house and instead of doing that and living in a house full of your loved ones, you dip to live with a cuck you met 4 months ago and you practice your relationship on a really rare reptile? Like girl, no matter what he says his dick is not good enough. (I might have personal beef with this girl in particular because, despite both of us being aces, we're clearly different kinds of ace and we do not see eye to eye on anything and there were few bickering where I don't really perceive her as human being deserving respect for some of the shit she believes. Like, if you're willing to take humanity away from somebody because they sleep around, I get to do the same to you you nitwit)

Like, given the space, I wouldn't mind living with 69 3rd wheels. I just care about my friends too much to be like "sorry I've got a boyfriend, have fun time not being able to pay rent or finding a roommate that won't knife you in your sleep!". Yeah, I can imagine being 3rd wheel isn't the nicest experience (and I lived in a dorm for 4 years, I know a thing or two about being 3rd wheel and PDAs and cockblocking and so forth) but you know what's worse experience? Being fucking homeless you absolute trashbag.

When I say I'd like a whole ass abbey for my (nonexistent) polycule, I'm only slightly exaggerating. Because life where I get to share my space and free time with people I care about (to be clear, even when we don't agree on everything, as I know for a fact; not all of my favourite cuteuals and me agree on everything. Though, at least we're not disagreeing on human rights) is valued more than having big, empty, white house to myself and my 1 (one) partner.

Underneath the wraps, I'm really social person and I crave social interactions on a daily basis in high numbers - as I do with my alone time. So living in a big ass abbey where we all can pick and choose how we spend our spare time and how we socialise and how we do things communally, is a fucking dream.

I cannot imagine a life where I get a singular spouse and I'm blinded to all of the other folk I love. You have to be really shitty roommate for me to kick you out and genuinely shitty human being to leave you for a pole. Like, honey, not a single dick in a galaxy is worth it.

And again. Imagine calling somebody a friend and fuck off when she's transparently telling you "hey, I can't live here without you, I can't afford it" and you're like "lol kthxbye".

I hate her. Get help. (Source? Me. Trust me bro.)

All of this tangent triggered by somebody placing their partner on the pedestal and *only* them. Imagine not having friends, family, other relationships. Just you and your fleshlight. I'd rather die, thanks bye.

[eliosfixations]

Other things about my sister that piss me off:

She gets all upset when I’m in my own room.

She thinks I hate her or some shit because I don’t spend every waking hour with her

Ofc I don’t want to be around her, she shits on everything I believe in, she’s racist and an ableist. She invalidates my trauma and calls me over dramatic when I have have PTSD flashbacks of the abuse she knows we both experienced.

She’s rude, degrading, calls me stupid because I need assistance with learning because I’M AUTSITIC.

She calls my autistic tendencies weird.

Also she assumes I like every boy I see because I’m gay. Like bruh. I have standards. And a boyfriend.

She’s mad I’m an introvert and need time to recharge after spending a whole day around people I don’t fucking like.

She’s mad I’m mad that she told me to kms and that “You should have known I didn’t mean it” when she sent it to me in a text. I couldn’t see her face and we were arguing when she said it. Did she genuinely think I wouldn’t take it seriously?!

She shuts down anything I get excited about then gets all mad when I don’t care about the beef she starts on TikTok.

And then gets more mad when I don’t agree with the L takes she constantly dishes out.

And get more mad when I don’t think she should harass and cyber bully other people.

She’s mad I don’t believe you should lay hands on your children

She mad I’m not perfect

She’s mad I don’t come into the girls bathroom with her even though I’ve told her it makes me dysphoric and I feel out of place.

She mad I have different opinions than her.

She’s mad I talk about Stranger Things.

She’s mad I’m passionate about actual equal rights.

She’s mad that I hate discrimination

She’s mad I don’t agree with her when she says blatant lies.

She’s mad I don’t only focus on her and her problems.

She’s mad I have self respect.

She’s mad I’m not depressed like her anymore so she repeatedly belittles me in an attempt to drag me back into the decade long depression I fought tirelessly against for so long trying to get out of.

And sooo much more!

That’s just the tip of the iceberg, all this and more has happened in the past 3 months alone.

Then she has the audacity to be like: “why are you always mean to me?”

Because you deserve it bitch!

And I’m not even that mean.

I’m just sick and tired of getting walked all over and mistreated by everyone but my boyfriend.

Especially my TWIN sister. Who I should be able to trust and confide in but in all reality she makes my life a living hell.

She gets mad I don’t respect her when it’s honestly a miracle that I haven’t beat her ass yet.

But I’m a pacifist so I never say shit because I unfortunately still live with her and it just makes my life easier

[oddlittlestories]

I don’t tend to do this because it can spiral but I have thoughts and a migraine. If this spirals I absolutely will delete/whatever else I can do on this hellsite.

But anon and OP have Nuance so I’ll take the risk. And I want everyone to know that if you feel personally attacked by this, all I want is more friends to discuss the rich inner life of Lisa Cuddy. Maybe that could be you!

Characterization for Cuddy tends to get split into two camps

1. Cuddy did House wrong, it’s bullshit [often extending into she’s a bitch who’s always getting in his way]

2. Cuddy is a beautiful, sweet person [maybe you get some “she made a mistake,” or, more often, “she deserved better than House”] and she’s a mature woman out here girlbossing and doing her best. Often with a side of “Cuddy hot, she should be with me instead of [whoever]” (there’s a lot of value here don’t get me wrong! It’s just missing some of the nuance I crave)

Sometimes, I see

3. House and Cuddy were perfect for each other, if only [the writers wanted them to be / the timing was right / insert reason here]

But.

Whenever I want to posit that Cuddy was a flawed human being whose flaws pinged off of House/others in both positive and negative ways—dissect her fucked up motivations the way we do EVERY OTHER character in this fandom, I basically don’t get any good from engagement!

It goes-

Me: Cuddy has this characterization [possibly a flaw] and here’s evidence and here’s how it impacts her

Someone: No! Cuddy doesn’t have that flaw, xyz action is justified and/or someone else’s fault!

Someone else: No! Cuddy doesn’t have that flaw, she just did that thing because she’s selfish / tyrannical / stupid / cruel!

No one: hell yes! Here’s some meta expanding on how her fucked up childhood / parental situation / view on achievement or self worth feeds into that flaw! Here’s a deeper read on that flaw that expands and enriches her motivations and successes!

No one: Actually, based on the evidence, Cuddy doesn’t have that characterization. She has this characterization, which implies this wildly different thing. And in fact, the behaviors you cite enrich it in a totally different way and here’s how!

And I’m so hungry for it.

We talk about how Wilson will shatter his own autonomy and sense of self just to serve the people around him, how he’ll carve away pieces of himself to “do the right thing.”

We talk about how House pushes people away, in equal measure because he thinks he’s a tainting influence and because he fears he’s unlovable but afraid to find out and because he can’t stand to be failed again.

I just want to dig into the rich inner life of Lisa Cuddy. WHY did a successful woman who is extremely accomplished and attractive decide to date and addict, knowing full well relapse is on the table, only to dump him when he relapsed?

Why does she dump her kind, attentive boyfriend AFTER they move in together to get together with her old flame? If it’s because he sucks (define suck please) or she doesn’t like him, then why did she date him for so long and let it go so far?

Why does she work so so much harder than anyone in her position? Why doesn’t she allow other people to help her more?

Why does she seem to be genuinely frustrated with House and yet also enjoy his antics? Wilson has a push and pull with that (Guilt and Propriety vs. Prank Drive). Clearly Cuddy has a push and pull, too, what drives it?

Join me. Take my hand. We can do deep dives on the mom-coded character just like we do for everyone else. I believe in us.

I don’t get the hate for Cuddy at all like. I big L LOVE her and yeah what he did to House was unfair and maybe she should’ve considered the fact that she chose to enter a relationship with a former addict—hence the risk of relapse—but she’s kind and amazing at her job and effective at managing House’s shenanigans and just a badass. Her banter with House is iconic. Idk I love my mom

Yeah, big same. But she's a woman, and she rejected House — justifiably or not, right or wrong — and she 'gets in the way' of Hilson, so, you know. (Mostly the woman thing.)

[parchmentedpetrichor]

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in which all the king's men couldn't put the pieces of y/n l/n together. we all have the days where we're insecure and broken, this is one of hers.

fred weasley x fem!reader

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tw: insecurity, bullying

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all the king's men

y/n, for lack of a better description, was feeling like humpty dumpty. she had seen herself in the mirror last night, and felt positively traumatised. she had come back from a quidditch practice session, and the results were quite terrifying.

she didn't understand. quidditch made the guys more toned and even a few of her teammates had abs. what did it do to her? well, it made her shoulders broad, which she thought was highly unattractive to anyone, and not at all slim! sure, it was fun and kept her fit, but terribly horrible, in her opinion, in trying to fit in to the beautiful girls that went to hogwarts.

she admired angie johnson and cho chang and ginny. she really did. y/n knew how hard it was to be beautiful, and she liked when other people were so beautifully beautiful. it just made her feel terrible, because what was the chance of her keeping her boyfriend in fred weasley when fiercely pretty girls were dancing elegantly around her?

there wasn't any time to be mopey and sad, so she gathered all her books and immediately went to breakfast. she didn't even bother going over to fred and greeting him. she saw how happy he was laughing with george and lee. surely she wouldn't bother him. instead she plopped down next to alicia.

"you ok?" alicia spinnet asked her.

she nodded, "fine."

"you sure?"

"no."

"wanna talk about it?"

"do you think it's too early to get plastic surgery?" y/n joked in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"what the fuck, no. what's up?" alicia's eyes were lit with concern.

"i don't feel pretty," her voice was but a whisper.

alicia caught it.

"why? you're literally adorable."

"you're my best friend, you're supposed to tell me that."

"hmm, nah, i truly believe it."

"well i don't," y/n said miserably.

"oi, l/n, your hair down today?" adrian pucey snarled, "it's gonna give me aids."

a few students snorted.

"you can get aids then. shut your mouth," y/n retorted back.

the whole school look startled. was this the same, prefect, goody-two-shoes y/n l/n?

adrian pucey opened his mouth.

"i said shut. your. mouth."

fred weasley watched in a mixture of furiousness and pride. he knew that pucey had a crush on y/n too. he was just terrible in expressing it. fred didn't like the way y/n's eyes sadly flitted to alicia afterwards. and she hadn't come up to him and given him a kiss today. maybe she just wanted a bit of space??

"see?" y/n sighed, "not even my hair is pretty." she tied it up.

alicia laughed, "adrian just wants your attention."

that made y/n laugh. "why? why?" it was a rhetorical question. she got up, and smiled at adrian in the most menacing way that he shrunk.

"miss l/n, your outburst was quite rude-" snape began.

"my apologies professor, of course, i was in the wrong. adrian pucey brought the topic surrounding my hair up, called it ugly. now what would you do if a student called your hair ugly?" y/n said, eyes burning with fury but conscience too good to lose her temper.

"i-i would give them a scolding."

"likewise. good day, professor."

"fucking hell, he is such a sh-" alicia muttered as she got up and followed y/n out to class.

"ali, that's enough," their retreating voices could be heard.

fred kept his eye on y/n through the day, giving her the space he thought she needed.

she looked very like her normal self, until she encountered pucey again.

"l/n, nice squinty eyes," pucey laughed.

y/n's shoulders sagged. her eyes dimmed and she let her ponytail fall in front of her face.

"ponytail won't fix them," he laughed meanly, "can they fix your dumpling body?"

fred frowned deeply, "fuck off, adrian," he angrily said, "that's my girlfriend you're talking to."

"oh, you have someone like weasley to save you? i don't even think you deserve him as a boyfriend."

y/n didn't answer, fearing that tears would spill out of her eyes. she had just been feeling worse and worse about herself. instead, when the bell signalled the end of classes, she hurried quickly off to wherever, trying to pull herself together.

she felt like she was at the bottom of the earth. her eyes finally let go of the tears that needed to be spilt. she leant sobbing against a stout tree in the forbidden forest, head slumped gloomily against the trunk, eyes trying to find anything, anything, that could be remotely comforting and hands fiddling nervously with the flowers that bloomed happily around her. her whole body shook in anxiety. she wished she had her mum or dad here to help her. but they were back at home.

how did fred love her?

she wished she didn't have stupid hair or squinty eyes or a dumpling body. but she couldn't ignore the mean, yet so true, remarks about her body adrian made. they were morally wrong and he deserved to be stabbed, but they were factual. she used to just laugh and joke about him too, but now she realised that maybe she should pay more attention to the way she eats and works and the way she talks and looks and presents herself and put more makeup on and-

fred found her crying there, by the little pond, shrinking away from the mere sight of her own appearance. he didn't get it.

well, he did, but he didn't know why such a beautiful girl like his girlfriend was crying.

"y/n?"

she flinched and stopped crying.

"sorry, i'll leave. i don't think you want a dumpling of a girlfriend sharing this nice space," she attempted to joke, but it fell short. she wasn't joking anymore. her tone was serious and genuine. the unexpected good nature pucey's remarks were received in usually was gone, and for good reason. it had broken her into the tiniest little pieces.

fred felt it. he felt his heart stop.

"is this about what pucey said to you, lovely?" he asked gently, cupping her cheek, and pulling her close to him.

she nodded, feeling immensely better already. the smell of him made her calm down insanely.

"so you don't want space?"

"n-no, i was just..." she trailed off uncertainly.

"mhm?" he looked at her and waited.

"it's silly."

"well, it's got you crying, i don't think so."

"the stuff a-adrian says is true," her voice was quiet and small.

fred frowned.

"i'm not cute or elegant or even hot," she continued, "i-i'm not as pretty as anyone here."

"well, my little love, if my opinion even matters, you are stunning. i think you're the prettiest person in the world, both on skin and in here," he patted his own heart, "do you know how long i pined after you?"

"no?"

"i'm still pining after you, gorgeous."

"d-do you mean it when you say gorgeous?" her eyes were broken and teary.

"of course. it hurts me when you are upset. because you are gorgeous and much more because you are so nice and good to me and to everyone else too. pucey's a complete shithead and when i next see him i will bash his head in. i'm so sorry i didn't notice, love, i thought you were mad at me."

"no it's fine, i just don't understand. you're fred weasley. so many girl's want you and you-you choose...me?," a sad frown was etched on her face, her tone confused.

"y/n, you're my only choice. i don't want the other girls. i can see the appeal of you. i-i know i'm not the best with words like you, but i really care about you. i love you, i adore you, you're the bestest person i've ever met."

and he knows he's brought the happiness back in her. she giggled. he felt relieved, because he knew he wasn't good at all at comforting people and y/n was so special to him- why didn't he say that earlier to her?

"bestest isn't a word, freddie."

"well you get what i mean, right? you're really special to me," there it was.

she nodded slowly, a small smile forming on her lips as she kissed him on the lips, before snuggling closer to him.

"darling, wouldn't you rather go back to the castle to cuddle?"

hesitantly, she shook her head.

"why?"

"'drian's there."

"adrian cannot hurt you, okay? whatever he tells you is wrong. he's wrong," he gently says, pulling her close to him, "besides, if he does, i'm here, and you're strong."

"i just cried about it, i can't be strong."

"crying doesn't mean you're weak, darling, sometimes we all cry and that's okay."

y/n nodded.

"here, i brought this for you, maybe it's a comfort??" he blushed as he handed her his quidditch hoodie.

she grinned and put it on.

he couldn't stop blushing at the sight of her, so he tilted his face away to save himself the embarrassment.

noticing and mistaking his turned away head for disgust, y/n took the hoodie off, downcastedly handing it back to him.

"sorry," she gave a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes as fred looked at her in confusion.

"y-you can have it back, yeah, there's no need to hide your shame, here, s-sorry," she stuttered out.

"shame?" he asked, looking worriedly down at her.

"mhm," she fiddled with the hem of her shirt, "sorry."

he finally understood.

"angel, look at me."

she reluctantly looked up at him.

"i wasn't feeling disgusted at all. i-i was actually embarrassed because i was blushing," his cheeks heated up again, "like i probably am right now. you're too beautiful. i was blushing too much."

"oh."

"yeah. now put it back on," he demanded, as he cheekily tugged the jumper over her head, blushing again as he saw her standing there in his jumper.

"c'mon!" he said, carrying y/n's school bag as they made their way to the castle, his arm wrapped protectively around his waist and the bright gold letters on the back of his sweater shining for anyone and everyone to see.

they didn't see pucey, thank goodness and they ended up talking with george and katie bell and angie and alicia by the fire.

as y/n smiled and giggled with katie over something highly scandalous, fred had his eyes on her, not so much monitoring her, but he couldn't keep them off of her.

when he had noticed her words start to become short and slightly slurred by tiredness, he lead her back to her dormitory.

"feeling better princess?"

she nodded, "you're so good to me, freddie. i love you."

it made his heart swell with happiness.

"i'd go to the moon and back for you, y/n."

she smiled drowsily, "and i, you."

[mountswhore]

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 — mason mount

summary: after your breakup, mason realises just how much you need him. and how much he needs you too.

warnings: mentions of drinking, slight mentions of drugs, swearing, angst

requests are open!

It had been a month since your breakup, and you were at an all time low. But you couldn’t let Mason or anyone else know that. Luckily, you lived alone. So you had your own flat to mope about in, before painting on your fake smile and leaving for whatever errands you had that day. Your breakup was… unfair. Mason treated you like a toy, thinking he could just drop you and then pick you up just as quick. But you weren’t having it anymore.

“I can’t fucking believe you,” you laughed in disbelief at the words your boyfriend was spewing, “you’re really doing this to me, again?” Mason just stood with a stone cold face in front of you, in the comfort of his own living room.

“Y/N, believe me when I say I didn’t want to do this.” Mason consoled, taking a step forward. “You’re a distraction to my career, I barely see you. What would be the point of this anymore?” His words were like bullets, your chest full of holes and you were bleeding on the floor. But Mason was just staring back at you.

“I’m a distraction to your career. Lovely.” You mentioned, pushing past him and grabbing your bag from the stairs. Mason tried to stop you, he wanted to talk this out. “For the love of God, stop trying to hold me back. What is there to say? Or do you just want to ease your conscience? If you’re going to break up with me, be a man and own it. Leave me alone.”

With that you left, and you hadn’t spoken since.

You were going to meet a good friend for lunch, a WAG, but your breakup with Mason didn’t affect your friendship. She was adamant on it, saying, “just because Mason dumped your fine ass, doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with you. He’ll just have to deal with it.” You’d gone to your usual place, waiting in the foyer for her before booking a table together.

“How’ve you been, doll?” Abigail asked, putting her bag down beside her. “You know, considering.” You nodded, putting your fake smile to good use.

You let out a small giggle. “Good, yeah. I’ve been focusing on my work, which I should’ve been doing from the jump. I think I’m really making progress.” Abigail just nodded and smiled.

She didn’t seem the least bit frightened to say what she said, as she’d heard how you felt. “Good, because you’re coming to a party this weekend.”

“What?”

“A party.”

“Yeah I heard you,” you groaned, “are we sixteen- years old? Or am I just growing quicker than the rest of you?”

“Oh shh,” Abigail sighed, digging into her food that had now arrived with yours. Every time you came here, she got the carbonara. “Look, you said you’re making progress, and I want to have fun with my best friend again. And if I’m honest, all the other girls just aren’t as good of a laugh as you.”

“Thanks for the ego boost.” You added, smiling a genuine smile at her. You were still thinking heavily about this party, where was it? When was it? Who was going?

“Clear your weekend. It’s this Saturday, at some private lounge in London.” Abigail stated, twirling her fork once again. “It’s the England squad celebrating something or another, I don’t know. Dec told me about it.” The reason the pair of you were so close, was mainly because of your boyfriends being so close. Declan knew that his girlfriend was still friends with you and planned on keeping that, he’d always ask about you.

“Right. I’ll see if I can work overtime on Thursday to make up for my weekend off.” You mentioned.

So it was settled. You’d be going to a party with Abigail and the England squad. You weren’t the least bit excited, the only fraction you were was purely because you’d be seeing Abigail. You had your dress, you’d worked your overtime, and you were on your way to this private lounge in London. No matter how nice looking this lounge was, you’d always feel out of place. You were wearing your nicest dress, tallest heels, and Abigail had even done your hair and makeup.

“How are you, Y/N? You doing okay?” Declan asked, in the seat beside Abigail. You were sharing a taxi, Abi in the middle. Both you and Dec on either end. It was quite awkward, to see Declan. To know that he still speaks to Mason.

“Yeah, I’m doing good. How’s football going for you?” You asked. You despised small talk, it make you want to throw up. But it was only being polite to Dec. Declan mumbled a similar answer and paid attention to his phone. A text from Abigail appeared.

I don’t think she’s okay.

Declan wrote back to his girlfriend: I was thinking the same thing.

The three had gotten to the private lounge, Abi promising to not leave your side. You spent the first hour with her, constantly drinking to increase your confidence. Abi had finally left you, like you knew she would, but you weren’t mad. She’s here for her boyfriend, it’s only right she spends it with him. So now you were the loner at the bar, downing shot after shot.

Mason was sulking around like a shadow, holding tightly onto his mixer and speaking to some of his teammates. He’s not even sure why he came, all he knew was Declan forced him. And yet Declan had barely spoke to to him all evening. His mixer was empty, so he made his third beeline for the bar this evening. And saw you.

His heart had began beating irregularly, clammy hands almost dropping the cup he had. Why was he so nervous to see the ex he dumped? Luckily, you were occupied with talking to Jesse, so he could quickly grab his drink and leave. He found himself staring at you during his wait, how you laughed so genuinely with Jesse. You always did. He was one of your closest friends and now talking to him felt awkward because of your breakup. You looked at Jesse so happily, he wished it was him. It was a stupid thing to wish, considering he dumped you.

What had dumping you even done for him?

“Mount. Whatever the hell has happened to you outside of training, undo it. You’re off today.”

“Mase, why haven’t you been as on par as you usually are?”

“You keep playing like this and you’re being benched next game.”

Nothing. The answer was nothing. He was told he wasn’t playing well, saw you as an issue and dumped you. And now he plays worse. He’d been benched on his second game, overlooked by his manager due to his lack of focus in training. It was horrible. But you told him to leave you alone, he could never forget the look on your face. The look of exhaustion, of being dumped and picked back up again.

Mason had zoned back in, seeing you looking at him rather lazily. You looked drunk, high, or both. Jesse had gone, and you were throwing the shots back. You made it a game. Every time you had a good Mason thought, you’d have a shot. If it was bad, or any thought at all, you’d be having your stomach pumped by the end of the night.

Mason watched the bartender pour straight vodka into your cup, and then watched you stagger away to the stairs. The stairs led up to toilets, and were empty and quiet. Perfect. You collapsed onto the stairs, still sipping on your vodka before laying your head onto a step. You didn’t know Mason had followed you until you felt his hands on your arms.

“Come on, we’re going home.” He declared, holding you around your waist. You frowned at him, trying your best to use your half-working limbs to push him away from you.

“We’re? No, you are going home. I’m staying here.” You slurred, downing the rest of your drink and throwing the cup at his head. You laughed at the face he made, finally freeing you and you returned to your seat on the stairs. “You aren’t my dad, or my boss, or my friend. So leave me alone.”

“You’re off your face. So you’re going home.” He reaffirmed with you, folding his arms. You just shook your head again, looking up at him. You were having good Mason thoughts again, seeing just his face stare down at you. It made you want to cry and throw up.

“Get me a drink.” Mason left after your instructions, returning with a cup. You had downed it, waiting for the warm throat and slight burn. But nothing. “Not water, you asshole.” Mason kept a stone cold face with you, resting against the wall beside the door. Nobody had come into the toilet and you wished they had now. You needed someone to save you from happy Mason thoughts.

“So how is football? You must be scoring goals left and right.” You jested, tipping your head back and laughing. “Right?” Mason sat down beside you in defeat, knowing this wouldn’t be an easy conversation with you. It would end in you crying, or leaving, or both.

“No, actually.” Mason admitted. “I’m doing rubbish. My friends know I’m off my game, the gaffer knows I’m off my game. It’s atrocious.” You stared at him, kind of feeling bad but then remembering what he did to you. All those times he’d break up with you, just to say he missed you a few days later. If you were being honest with yourself, you thought it would happen again. But a month had passed, and nothing.

“Oh.” It was all you could say. Knowing what he did was for no reason, it had no benefits whatsoever. Your life had been completely thrown out of balance for nothing. It made you mad all over again. “So you’re telling me you broke up with me, and nothing good came of it?”

Mason hated to admit it. “Yes.” He spoke quietly, ashamed of the answer he was putting out there. “I was actually told to fix whatever happened outside of training, in an effort to make me better again.” You should be laughing in his face, glad he’s been royally fucked over after he royally fucked you over. But instead, you held your hands to your face to hide your tears.

“Hey,” Mason hushed, pulling you into his side. He knew you’d had a lot to drink, so maybe your emotions were all over the place, “don’t cry about it, you don’t need to be upset.” Why was he being like this? He broke up with you, why did he care how you were now?

“What’s happened to us?” You cried, pulling away from him. Just because you were at a low, doesn’t mean he can swoop in. “Ever since we broke up, it seems our lives have been shit.”

Mason laughed through the pain, resting his elbows on the step behind him. He’d tried to avoid his feelings instead of confront them, but it proved difficult when you had showed up. “I might be benched for the next game, or better yet, be taken from the squad.”

You shook your head. No matter how much you hated him at this very point, you couldn’t deny the man’s talent. “You deserve that spot on the team. There’s a reason you start for England every time. Don’t doubt yourself because something bad happened to you.”

Mason took your words and remembered them, keeping them in his head for the rest of the night. “Come here.” He put an arm around you and held you tight, sighing as your heads rested together. “I’m sorry I did this to you. I shouldn’t have left you, I had issues with myself and saw you as the problem instead. I’m really sorry.”

“I just don’t think I can take it again.” You confessed, laying your head in his lap and keeping your eyes closed. “I can’t take being broken up with again, only for you to end up in my bed a few days later. It hurts me everytime, Mase.” Mason was rubbing your back, hating himself for the way he made you feel before. And he hadn’t seen an issue with it, he treated you like it was okay to use you as an emotional rag doll.

“You don’t have to jump straight into it,” he whispered, hands now smoothing your hair out of your face, “you can take as long as you need to trust me again. But I’m telling you it’ll never happen again, I’ll never throw you about like I did before. It was reckless of me and I’m sorry.”

“Thank you, Mase.” You sighed, the weight finally freeing your chest. You could finally move forward with your life, and choose whether or not to take Mason with you. It wasn’t an answer you needed to know now, it could take it’s time. And Mason was willing to wait.