#every frog is valid and lovely

[sunkissedscribbles]

You Get Me So High*

pairing: mattheo riddle x fem!reader

genre: smut x teeny tiny fluff

tw: smut, unprotected sex, mdni, nsfw, not exactly proofread

word count: 1361

summary: a friends with benefits relationship with only one rule; don't fall in love

song: You Get Me So High - The Neighbourhood

a/n: guys this is soooo short, my heart's aching for not making it longer

masterlist

dividers by @chachachannah

It is supposed to be a casual arrangement with Mattheo, you know it, nothing more than that. A cycle; back and forth between your bed and his. Back and forth between inside jokes and feverish kisses. All back and forth, like the movements of his hips against yours every night as he thrusts so deep into you that you feel his size in your stomach while you squirm under him out of pleasure with your fingers digging deep into the flesh covering his thick trapezius muscles, leaving marks for the next day. It's a routine at this point, one you know you should give up on because you have broken the only promise set.

You both have agreed to this friends-with-benefits setup under the condition that if either of you fell for the other you'd have to stop. And hell had you broken the agreement before it was even set. But how could you not possibly fall for him when he's on top of you every night, peppering your neck with kisses and by your side every day like the supportive friend he is?

"You have to confess, Y/N," you reminisce about the conversation you had with Pansy the other day.

"I know but if I tell him we have to stop he'll know I've fallen for him and that'd only lead to him not wanting to be my friend anymore because it would be awkward," you groaned as a response. "And I'd rather have him as a friend than not have him at all."

"Or," Daphne chimed in with yet another suggestion as she stepped back from her closet, "you could just wait until he confesses."

You snorted at that, rather unattractively. The thought of Mattheo ever falling for you just sounded hilarious in every sense to you. "He's not the committing type."

"He's been shagging you for the past two months and you already act like a couple with all those inside jokes and dates-"

"Those aren't dates," you insisted but Pansy ignored you and continued.

"-you two go on to Hogsmeade. He bought you Chocolate Frogs when you told him you had cramps. He's never done that to any of his girlfriends."

"Pansy's right," Daphne added. "People would call this a relationship."

Your friends made valid points yet here you are again only a few days later, sitting in the library, still thinking about their words over your Transfiguration essay you've been desperately trying to get done in the past hour but Mattheo, sunk into your thoughts didn't let you because for your teenage heart it is more important to make the right decision when it comes to your love & sex life.

You suddenly feel a hand tap your shoulder and when you turn to your left to see who it is, you don't see anyone but turning back, you sense someone sitting on your right on the chair next to yours. "Hey, princess," Mattheo grins at you, his hand resting ever so casually on your thigh already.

A smile creeps upon your lips when met by his pretty face. "Hey, pretty boy."

"When are you done here?" he peeps over to your essay and when he states you've barely even started writing a dissatisfied pout appears on his face. "Princess... it's Friday, there's a party tonight and you seriously want to spend your time with the homework instead of me?"

You roll your eyes at his words of feigned offence and shake your head. "Of course not. I'll be at the party, I promise."

"Good, good. Don't forget to wear something nice for me," he grins again before leaning in for a kiss. He's not dumb, he knows you want more of that, so he's certain you'll be at the party, wearing a nice dress just for him to rip it off you once you two reach his dorm in the hurricane of heated kisses and risky touches.

Without anything left to say, he leaves and you stay there, with your forehead hitting the desk in despair once he's out of sight. Oh, you're fucked.

The party's a blast, that's for sure, you wouldn't argue about it but you still ditch it with Mattheo after a few shots with your friend group. His hands are tangled in your hair as he shoves you against the wall. "Look at this nice skirt. I love it when you dress for me," he mutters into your ear as he rips your tights off you without a second thought about how they cost you money or how maybe those were your favourite pair with the silver stars on them. Not even bothering with the zipper of the cargo mini skirt you are wearing, he picks you up and after pushing everything on the floor, he sits you down on his desk he spreads your legs for himself, grinning at the sight of your exposed thighs. He slides his hand up your inner thigh until reaching your thongs which he pushes to the side to find your entrance, still with your skirt on. You gasp the moment he inserts two fingers at once, not teasing you or torturing you with long foreplay tonight. "That's it, don't hold back," he whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin, then starts covering your neck with kisses and the prints of his teeth. He's not one for leaving hickeys on your neck, not when you two are in a casual arrangement, at least. He prefers marking you under your breasts and just above your hipbone.

You squirm against his touch, letting out soft moans as his fingers move in and out of your pussy, his palm brushing against your clit here and there. He knows your body like the back of his palm, knows every reaction. He knows he has to switch the moment your back arches, so, he pulls his fingers out and frees his hardened length from the captivity of his pants before positioning himself between your legs and inserting himself. You take him with yet another moan and he grins against your neck in satisfaction, murmuring something unintelligible and incoherent as he thrusts deep inside of you. Your bodies melt together and fade into each other as your skirt rides up your hips the more he gets it on, giving you practically no chance to get your part of the act and move against him. He's fucking you mercilessly, gripping your hair and you have nothing to say against it.

You get driven over the edge sooner than usual, but he's been rougher and more demanding than usual, too. He watches your pretty face as you come around him, feeling you tighten which is the last string for him before his body gets overwhelmed by you and comes, moaning your name. He knows he has to end things between you two but why would he do it without fucking you goodbye saying goodbye?

He pulls out and lets out heavy exhales into your neck before muttering into your hair almost inaudible, snapping you out of this state of euphoria. "We have to stop doing this."

Your heart skips a beat and starts beating faster in fear, breath still ragged because of the excitement of the previous minutes. He fucks you senseless then exclaims you have to stop doing this? Your brain gets foggy now by being overwhelmed with a mix of frustration and confusion, it's not the haze of what you've engaged in just now. "Huh? But why?" you manage to muster.

"The agreement, Y/N," he shakes his head, searching your face.

You feel like your heart is thumping in your ear as you lean in for a kiss, now a slow, romantic, less desperate one. He's taken aback a little by your sudden actions, he has not expected you to kiss him like that after he has practically told you he'd broken the only rule you two had set by falling in love with you somewhere in the lines between being your best friend and enjoying your advantages like a man.

"Why did I get that?" he asks, confused after you pull back from him.

"For breaking the agreement."

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[detentiontrack]

Random sashannarcy headcanons because I’m obsessed with them and why not

They do NOT drift apart after amphibia. Anne and Sasha hang out frequently in high school and they have weekly zoom hang outs with Marcy (or more if one of them is having a rough time)

Amphibia only made the relationship between Sasha & her parents worse, so she spends a lot of time at Anne’s house.

All three of them get back into music. They play together and separately

Sasha doesn’t try out for cheerleading in high school and becomes less popular because she cares less about status

When Sasha cuts her hair, Anne is the one who cuts it for her and continues to trim it for her

They take turns visiting each other during school breaks

When they’re old enough, Sasha and Marcy get jobs to pay for plane tickets to visit each other (Anne continues working at thai go)

Marcy copes with her trauma through art. She draws pictures from amphibia and what she saw while her body was possessed by the core

Anne goes vegetarian because she can’t stand the smell of cooking/burning flesh after Marcy getting impaled by Andrias’s flaming sword

Sasha and Anne actually give creatures & caverns another chance, and they all play together!

Marcy frequently calls Sasha and Anne to infodump about her interests. They actually listen and ask questions and validate her this time.

Marcy has a phobia of being submerged in water, and even showers or rain are difficult on bad days. She didn’t remember being in the rejuvenation tank and didn’t know why she had this phobia until a couple years after amphibia when she suddenly remembered.

Sasha is the first to come out as queer after she realizes she’s bisexual during a therapy session about her past relationships. Marcy is the second to realize and comes out as a lesbian during high school. Anne always knew she liked girls, but didn’t accept it herself and come out to others until her senior year of high school.

Marcy graduated high school early and did her first year of college as an architecture major, but she was miserable and realized she wanted to pursue art instead towards the end of her freshman year.

Sasha started therapy immediately after amphibia, took an AP psych class in high school, and knew she wanted to go into psychology after that.

Anne didn’t plan for college at all during high school because she was busy having an existential crisis about literally becoming god after she dies, and she takes a gap year after high school. During that year, she gets really into studying frogs and realizes she wants to go into that field, and enrolls in community college close to home.

Them starting to date wasn’t really a huge thing. After amphibia, they were constantly talking and expressing their love to each other and taking every opportunity to cuddle and hold hands and all that. One summer, during a late night sleepover, they’re talking about their feelings and all come to the conclusion that they’re in love with each other. They have a moment of “do you guys want to be together? Yeah? I guess we’re in a relationship now” and then they move on to talking about creatures and caverns or whatever

Anne continues to do tennis in high school and community college, and that earns her a full athletic scholarship to the university of her choice where she continues to study herpetology.

Sasha continues going to therapy after she gets into a relationship with Anne & Marcy, and even brings them into a few sessions so she can make sure they don’t repeat the same mistakes.

After sashannarcy moves in together, they bring domino and adopt a kitten

During rainy days that trigger Marcy’s trauma, they cancel work or school and have a movie night with soft blankets and good snacks.

Anne can cook very well. Marcy can follow a simple recipe. Sasha is banned from cooking without supervision after the kitchen fire incident.

Mr & Mrs Boonchuy try and fail to act surprised when Anne tells them she’s a lesbian, and then don’t even try to act surprised when she tells them she’s dating Sasha & Marcy (they’ve known she’s a lesbian and in love with them for literal years. They just didn’t want to force her to tell them when she wasn’t ready)

Anne & Sasha go to the public high school instead of St James High School so they’re not known as “the girls who went missing”

They all have to take summer school and catch up classes because they missed so much school

Sasha has chronic back and leg pain from her injury while fighting Darcy. She also has a huge scar from her shoulders to her lower back.

Marcy still has a huge scar on her chest from being stabbed, and she has chronic lung problems and chronic pain as well from her injuries.

Whenever Sasha is anxious, she does Anne’s hair because the repetitive motions are calming to her. It always works out because Anne’s hair is always a mess. Sasha even gets really into curly hair maintenance and learns how to properly care for and style Anne’s hair (as long as there’s no leaves or sticks in her hair, Anne doesn’t care about hair care and won’t do it herself)

Sasha tried to cover up her face scar with makeup for a long time, but finally gave up and accepted it as a part of her

Sasha frequently gets scared of accidentally being controlling or manipulative again, which ends up in her being too passive or adapting people pleasing tendencies.

Anne gets really connected with nature after amphibia and goes on hikes and gets into gardening

Sasha gives up on trying to control her body. Back in her cheerleading days she strived to stay slim and athletic, and in amphibia she wanted to stay strong and tough. But after amphibia, she only exercises when she genuinely wants to, eats anything she wants, and ends up gaining a bit of weight (she’s insecure about it at first, but works through it in therapy and with her girlfriends)

Marcy dyes her hair fun colors often. It’s her way of regaining a sense of control over her body after possession.

Marcy struggles heavily with disassociation, specifically depersonalization after being possessed

They all have nightmares about amphibia for years.

Anne & Sasha are the first people Marcy shows her art to, and if she’s stuck with art/writers block, she talks through it with them. They give her suggestions, but usually she figures it out after talking through it

Sasha cannot handle any type of spicy foods, Anne is constantly trying to build her spice tolerance (it never works and Anne always pulls Sasha’s portion out before adding in spicy ingredients when she cooks for them)

Anne has pet frogs at home and gives them a life of luxury. She spends more on items to care for her frogs than she does on herself.

Sasha gets a dog and accidentally trains it to be a service dog for her chronic pain and PTSD

Sasha & Anne force Marcy to take breaks when she overworks herself on her comics.

[fumifooms]

Did you notice that in the anime chilchuck blushes when he sees marcille in the red dress? I skimmed through the marchil crumbs master post and from what I saw you didn't mention it

Also its not from the ale since he wasn't blushing right before that

Ah yeah, don’t worry it’s because part 8 of the crumbs masterpost isn’t out yet, I’ve been lazy with it but it’s been overdue ever since the second half of season 2 started, and it does have a buncha stuff don’t you even worry lol my god… I just need to get out some stuff for it first. Ahh good times

On this though: I personally don’t give it much weight but it’s valid to read into it.

What we know:

Against: - Kui does make characters blush both when they’re drunk AND when they laugh. - Chil is confirmed drunk/tipsy in that scene because in the picture above his little mood chibi is drunk lol. - The point of the scene is that he laughs at her, the joke is that he laughs at her. If there’s subtext it’s still very much secondary and easy to miss and ‘besides the point’ anyways, buut does this subtext exist? Well…

For: - In the dating sim cover, the other option was "tell her she looks pretty". None of the choices seem outrageous for his character so it’s not random throwaway lines, though of course the reasoning behind it may be as simple as ‘it’s formality’. In the chapter cover, Marcille’s section is the one on top of every other one at center stage, which makes sense since it’s for bicorn chapter and bicorn chapter is THE Marcille & Chil chapter. In all of the choice dialogue bubbles on the cover, out of the 7 ones the hand is always over the choice he picks except for Marcille’s and Falin’s, indicating he might have hesitated. - Short of being a half-foot with a sultry face, Marcille is Chilchuck’s type. - The face he’s making in his little mood emoji in the dating sim picture lol? You may be drunk but pull yourself together omg - Chilchuck does deflect his more compromising feelings so this would be in character. Marcille is the only character he teases so much so often and it’s implied to be because he finds her reaction fun, full with shojo filter and sparkles all around her with his mind. Do with this what you will… Schoolboy pulling on the pigtails of the girl he like’s pigtails.

Neutral: - we don’t see the milisecond of realization on Chil’s face in the manga. - we don’t see his face after spitting out all his ale in the anime lol. - what could be "canon" in the manga may not be in the anime and vice versa.

Also whatever the hell this is. We all know not to give too much weight to VA’s takes but also what!! I always thought in the manga that Chilchuck wasn’t the one calling frogsuit Marcille cute so that was already a steel chair to me but lol the point of him saying that in the scene was still very much to follow through on the bait she took lmaoo. I don’t thiiink Chilchuck would think the frog suit genuinely makes Marcille look cute idk. Kigurumi enjoyer Chilchuck confirmed… And I feel like if this is true then Chilchuck wouldn’t have much problem giving her a casual compliment over her looks in the golden kingdom scene either. But also?!! 👁👁

Chil’s jp VA has also said that Marcille is cute (Marcille’s jp va said Chilchuck is cute too but that’s besides the point. 16:05 here). And got into some trouble for acting overly familiar with Marcille’s VA, somewhere in this haven’t looked myself yet. So there might be a whole unrelated thing there?? I’ll cover it more fully in the crumbs masterpost hopefully, after some more investigation. Gdbdg so yeah several layers of putting crumbs under magnifiers like they could be fake gemstones to appraise their authenticity and thus value

Stare. Play it cool.

I love it when he does this it’s so cute. Cheers, raising my cup to you

[charpeach]

I think you've created the best leshy and the best heket, both in terms of design and the posts and reblogs you've made.

but I would like to tell you that frogs don't have tails, heket is not a tadpole and that anura literally means tailless

Hi. I appreciate your message and thank you for the kind words about my designs.

Since the topic of Heket's tail seems to be appearing quite frequently in my and other artist's ask boxes, here's what I have to say.

This is your reminder that it is not okay to comment on people's artistic choices like that.

Art is art, and it begins in the artist.

Art exists to express its creator. It's to put their ideas, their love and passion towards a character or a franchise as a whole into something that others can see (listen to, read, touch, I'm not speaking just about paintings).

Art is a shared experience. It is to be observed.

And it is not an artist's job to try and fit their work into every frame that some people on the internet may have created for themselves.

Heket is not a frog. She may appear so, but her existence in a regural frog's body had ended very long time ago.

She's a goddess. A fallen and defeated one, at last, but the divine essence has intervened with her existence so much that it can't ever be taken away from her.

Frogs aren't fifteen-ish times the lamb's height. They don't have additional sets of eyes and the definitely do not have some weird crosses and tower looking like things sticking out their head. Oh, right, and they don't have tails too.

Cult of the lamb is a fantastic fictional world, with magic, relics, gods and ???. Narinder used to possess an ability to rip his face open and detach his eyeballs from their sockets to have a fight with lamb.

I don't see any good reason why in given circumstances Heket's current body can't have a tail. She still has other eyes and crosses, even though I don't include the latter in my art.

Once again, art is art and my design is my design. I've made that decision and I'm well aware that it may not be accurate to real life biology. Question awaits, why in the world should it?

I used to grow toadpoles into frogs in an aquarium a while ago. I've watched them go through every stage of development, I've seen them change and transform, and it isn't a momentary process. The tail doesn't suddenly fall off. The toadpoles first grow their back legs, then front ones, and by the time the latter are fully formed, they still have their tail for about a day or two. So, here's your biological explanation: her current body is very, very young.

I chose to include the tail in the design as a metaphor of bishop's rebirth. Her mind may be old, but right now she's like a child in a world that is so new and unfamiliar to her. She has to go through everything that all young people have to.

This post might seem just out of place, as if I'm looking too much into a simple comment like that one. But I've seen just one too many artists bullied into thinking that their ideas or choices aren't valid and do not matter. They were forced to change their beautiful works because someone else had told them to.

So let me tell you something instead.

You don't have to change your art. You can make whatever artistic choices you want, and they are valid, and they are beautiful, because they are yours.

We wouldn't have a quarter of the diversity and creativity in art if a long time ago one artist their contemporaries claimed to be weird and incorrect submitted to them and returned to only drawing what they thought were allowed.

Frames are to be broken.

I love you all, thank you for reading this.

[back-in-2037]

One of the many reasons as to why I love Franny from Meet the Robinsons so much is because of how she is a perfect representation of the idea of becoming the kind of person you wish you had in your own life.

I feel it is pretty safe to assume that Franny didn't have many friends growing up, specially because of how she acts when Lewis meets her back in his own time towards the end of the movie.

She seems more than used to people not believing in her ideas and is quick to assume that Lewis will think she is crazy like most people do, so it is very likely the other kids at school either avoid her or make fun of her.

And Future Franny giving Lewis that one 'little tip for the future' before he leaves to go back to his own time kind of reaffirms this in a way.

I've seen a lot of people assume that Franny telling Lewis that ‘she's always right’ is just a 'happy wife, happy life' joke but I don't think that's the case. I think that what Franny meant to do with that piece of advice was to tell Lewis to have faith in her, to take her ideas seriously even if they don't make much sense in the moment and to never disregard them even if they turn out to be mistaken because there could be something to be learned from them.

She remembers how much that validation of her ideas from someone else meant to her back then, after being made fun of and called crazy by everyone else for so long. To Franny, Lewis was probably one of the first people, if not the first, to actually believe in her, which we of course know is because he KNOWS for for a fact that she can indeed make her dream of teaching frogs music a reality, he's seen it after all.

And so, Future Franny being such a warm and welcoming person, who always makes it a point to make sure everyone feels safe, loved, and like they belong every time we see her on screen, is all the more meaningful because she knows both how much it hurts to be cast aside and be made fun of for simply being one's self, and how much it can mean to have somebody else accept and believe in you you, so she decided to become that somebody for others. And that kind and loving person that she ended up becoming...

Unknowingly helped the boy who would end up meeting her younger self at that science fair believe in himself and his future, and soon enough, he would do the same for her.

TL;DR: Everybody, be like Franny, be the kind, supportive person you wish you’d had in your own life.

Also, originally this started out as a reply to @xskywalker21 's post about Franny lore but it got so long it kind of became it's own post. So shout out to her for constantly reminding me how much I love Franny.

[bookishtheaterlover7]

How Long Could We Be A Sad Song?

a/n: Well, it's here! The fic that I'm most anxious to write and post. Honestly, I wrote this and got inspiration when I was in my most upset and angsty mood. Which was a few months ago, and it's been sitting within the pages of Maddie (my writing notebook), and my drafts. And somehow through a very frustrating bout of Writer's Block, as well as, the fact that I was reminded and paired my own feelings to "Taylor Swift's You're Losing Me", put it into a moodboard and boom! This fic was born.

Normally, I'd dedicate this to a special friend. But this time, I'd like to deviate, and dedicate this to myself. Weird, I know. This time though, this fic will remind me that every emotion, and every feeling is valid and if vented properly, can and will flourish into something productive and beautiful.

Alright. That's enough talk from me. I hope you all enjoy the fic. And I also hope I didn't crush you, cause well... it's angst, what else can I say? 😆

Chris Evans x Secret Girlfriend!Reader

Requested: No

WARNINGS: Panic Attacks, Angst, Established Relationship, Relationship Drama, Sad Chris, Sad Dodger

Heartbreak Divider by @firefly-graphics

Enjoy!!!

*Y/C/F/M = Your Close Family Member

Outside, the night was quiet, and peaceful. The crickets calling into the night air, frogs singing in unison, adding to the ambiance. Even the noisiest neighbor seemed to have taken some time off from being the thorn on everyone’s side. But while the world seemed almost frozen, Y/n sat in her living room, her heart pounding in her ears, and a knot forming in the pit of her stomach after she told the Love of her Life that she wanted to end their 6-year relationship. The sad part was, Chris seemed so lost as Y/n’s words hung in the air.

“I-I don’t understand...” He finally said, looking up at her from resting his head between his legs, across their living room. The space feeling more like chasm the longer this dragged on.

“I know you don’t, Chris.” Y/n sighed, getting up from her chair, and kneeling beside Chris, before taking his trembling hands in hers, hoping to give him some comfort, knowing that he could spiral into a Panic Attack in his fragile state. She knew because, if she didn’t do it for herself, she’d do the same.

They let the silence of their built home surround them, like a warm blanket. Both knew that they were only delaying the inevitable, but they selfishly wanted to hang on to what little time they had left together.

Time felt like it slowed, as Y/n’s gaze remained focused on their joined hands. Taking her back to a time years ago, on a bench, when Chris first saved Y/n...

She had been touring New York with her family, unfortunately, the crowds were too overwhelming for her, and while they were forming their lines to enter the theater of some play, Y/n couldn’t focus her breathing long enough to look at the marquee, and her chest felt tighter and tighter, as she told *Y/C/F/M that she’d like to grab a bite from the stall she saw near a bench, a few ways back, and left before he/she/they could protest.

She took advantage of the open air, and tried to regulate her breathing, by taking slow deep breaths, before arriving and collapsing on the bench. Resting her head against the back of it and feeling and inhaling the passing fresh breeze. The tightness in her chest was still there, and she continued taking deep breaths in order to regulate her breathing, not even noticing the handsome stranger, standing next to her.

“Uh, hi! Excuse me? Miss? Ar-are you okay?” He greeted, his blue eyes gleaming, as Y/n took a big breath before answering.

“Huh. Yeah. Yeah. I’m fine, Sir. Just feeling a little overwhelmed. Is all.” She laughed, wiping her cheeks. Just noticing that there were tears running down them.

“I get that. No matter how many times you do this, or come here, it can still get overwhelming... May I?” The stranger asked, gesturing to the empty space next to her. To which she nodded and scooted over a little to give him some room.

He put his bag down between his legs, opened one of the pockets and pulled out a couple of tissues, before handing them to her. That Y/n gratefully accepted, dabbing at the corners of her eyes.

“The city is actually quite beautiful, but I’d prefer it if it didn’t have so many goings on, you know?” She said, breaking the comfortable silence that settled over them.

“Oh, I definitely know. It’s places like this right here, though, that helps.” He said, admiring the way the bench overlooked a cluster of buildings in the most picturesque way.

“Is that an invitation to meet here again?” Y/n laughed.

“Maybe... Are you going to take me up on it?” The stranger laughed, his face expressing hope.

“I might...” She smiled, holding her hand out, now being able to breathe easier.

“Y/n.”

“Chris.” He replied, taking it and shaking it.

It wasn’t until Y/n returned to the theater that she realized WHO she had just met. And it definitely took her a while to shake it off, and, even if it seemed like a fluke at the time, she was pretty sure that Chris winked at her from the stage that night.

She was thankful for how he helped her. And it just became a thing for them to do the other, even a couple years later, when Chris was presented a way to possibly earn money during the pandemic.

Y/n focused her gaze on the mantel, her mind wandering to when she and Chris first made this place into their home. Moving things around, deciding which items gets put on display, what color the walls are gonna be... Back when everything was possible.

“How time flies...” She trailed off.

“Y/N/N. Baby...” Chris cried, his voice breaking at the end. Which caused Y/n to swallow a sob too.

“How can I make this better? I can fix this for us.” He said, hopping down from the seat onto Y/n’s level on the floor.

“That’s the thing, Chris. You can’t.” Y/n cried, pulling her hands away, and wrapping them around herself, in an attempt to give herself some comfort, as well as ground her.

“This is the most cliche thing that I’ve ever said, but it’s not you, it’s me. I can’t handle it... It’s getting too much for me, and the sad thing is, it’s not even your fault, because it’s my own feelings, and you’re just doing your job...” She ranted, her heart going a mile a minute, her chest feeling tighter.

“Hey. Hey.” Chris said, gently taking her hands, placing one on his cheek, and cupping her cheek, allowing her to follow his breathing, slowing hers down.

They let time pass, just holding the other close. Letting the other’s presence bring their calm. Like always.

Chris has just realized how much of a colossal fuck up he just made. How the fuck did he not notice?! That Story went from wholesome to “What did I just do?!” in just a few hours.

His heart was racing a mile a minute, and he felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. Pacing back and forth on his balcony, the fresh air rendered useless in relieving him.

“Hey. Chris, everything’s going to be alright, okay?” Y/n said, putting one hand on his shoulder, getting his attention on her.

“Deep breaths. 2 seconds in, 3 seconds out. C’mon, Babe. Do it with me.” She smiled, helping him breathe through his attack.

Some time later, Y/n helped him onto their couch. Dodger hopping on next to Chris, allowing him to pet the little guy. She had left the room to grab him a glass of water. Which after handing it over to him, she sat down behind Dodger, hand on Chris’ knee, letting her presence and silent assurance say what words may fall short on.

“We can do this, Baby. We can work through this, fight it.” Chris said, pulling back to look at Y/n’s eyes, determined.

“No, Chris. We can’t. I can’t.” She said, pulling away, and standing so that she was facing away from him, the view from their window her only comfort in this moment.

“I know that you want to make this work, because you’re you. But I can’t let you. Do you really want to stay, when I feel like a ghost in my own relationship? I literally could send you the biggest most obvious sign, and I don’t think you’d hear me.”

“But I’m here, Y/N/N. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.” Chris pleaded.

“Yeah. What happens when you need to go, Chris? When they need you to do something, again. And I have to see pics of you and her, knowing full well that that’s supposed to be me. On your arm, announcing our love and our relationship to the world. Taking on every comment, every hate, every piece of scrutiny, together. Instead, the world believes in that sham, because they don’t know I exist in your life.” Y/n cried, turning towards him, not even bothering to hold her tears back anymore.

Chris tried to reach out for her, but she took a step back. Not letting him hold her, knowing full well that if he did, everything will feel right, and she won’t be able to do what she needed to.

“This is just temporary, Baby. It’ll soon end, and at some point, we can walk out of those doors, and be able to show everyone.” Chris said, tears shining in his own eyes.

“You’ve been saying that for years. And honestly, you don’t even know when will it end exactly. And it’s destroying you. I know that you only did this to help your family, but it shouldn’t be at the expense of your own happiness.” Y/n said with conviction, her gaze filled with so much intensity, Chris avoided it and made his way to their room.

“You know, I’m right, Chris.”

“Well, has it ever crossed your mind, that maybe, I’m doing this for us? That maybe, it isn’t just for myself and my family? But for our future together?” Chris yelled, exasperated.

“And you know, that I have never cared about any of that! I don’t care if you’re some world-famous actor, or some rich gazillionaire, or whatever. I care about you, Chris. I don’t know why you could never see that.” Y/n sighed in disbelief, turning away from Chris, heading out the door to grab her bags and leave, forever.

“Wait. Baby, please wait.” Chris said, grabbing her wrist, and holding it gently, not wanting to hurt her, but make one last stitch effort to make her stay.

“I love you, isn’t it enough? I’m all yours. No part of me is ever not going to be yours. We just need to hang in there a little longer.” Silence filled the air, Y/n remaining silent for what felt like hours, until she finally spoke.

“You know I will always love you, too, Chris. But I can’t stay and end up hating you as a result. I wouldn’t be able to survive that. I’m sorry.” She said, looking at his gorgeous eyes, committing them to memory, before pulling away, and continuing her short walk to the door.

She had one foot out the door, when she felt a small tug on her pant leg. Looking down at a sad Dodger, whining, begging her to stay.

“Hey, Bubba. Don’t be sad. I will never not love you. And I need you to make sure, your Daddy remembers that too. Can you do that for me?” She said, kneeling down and petting him while smiling through her tears, as Dodger barked in reply, licking her face.

“Alright. That’s my good boy.” Y/n said, giving him a final pet before nudging him away from the doorway, and closing it behind her.

The silence wasn’t as comforting without her there. Even as Dodger assumed his duties, nudging against Chris, as he petted him. He felt numb, like a huge chunk of himself was removed and no way to fill the hole.

“It’s just you and me now, Bud... Just you and me.”

a/n: You guys still good? I hope it wasn't too bad. I may need to write something to balance out the angst, but that'll be a while... 😬

Special thanks to the best girls in the world for encouraging me, and getting me through my panic attacks to finish this. I couldn't have done it without you. Love y'all! 🥹❤️

And I'm also pretty sure that this'll be the only Chris Evans as himself fanfiction I'll ever write or post... We'll see.

But will this be my last Taylor Swift x CE/Character song fic? Definitely not 😉

Until the next one! Stay safe and sane, Everyone 🫶

❤ Booky

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[pizzatowerconfessions]

Since the confessions here have been kinda downers as of late I'm gonna confess something uplifting:

I love, love, love LOVE the "fake Peppino becomes real Peppino's brother and he's the best eldrich frog brother ever" headcanon. I mean, I've always loved it - it's such a sweet idea but since the reveal of Peppino's brother Maurice I have a whole new love for it because Maurice is... an absolute asshole. He does not vibe with me, I don't care if you headcanon him to be "nicer on the inside", "yes he's mean but he'll still protect his brother" or whatever. The relationship that Maurice has with his brother is not healthy, and I feel like his constant bullying really messed up Peppino both mentally and physically.

Not me overanalyzing the funny pizza game haha wheee

I like the diverse interpretations of fake Peppino in general. As far as I know, there is minimal official lore and we don't see much of his personality outside of what we see in the games so sky's the limit with interpretations. He can be a monstrous velociraptor horror, innocent frog creature, or funny slime man it's all cool and valid to me. However you interpret him I will always love him being Peppino's sweet and supportive brother because I like to think he would fill the gap in Peppino's heart that always wanted a sibling that didn't make him feel like an utter failure every minute of his life.

Not me overanalyzing the funny pizza game part 2 electric boogaloo

Fake Peppino should yeet Maurice into the depths of hell lol

Additionally, anyone who makes fan-made Spaghetti family members who love and support Peppino... I love you so much (platonically). Give Peppino the familial love and support he needs, this dude deserves all the best <3

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[bonebabbles]

Thunder Chapter 6: Trial by Kittens

As usual, the trials for acceptance into another Clan are absolutely stealing the show. These are absolutely the most enjoyable parts of ASC so far.

I really hope that the characterization being given to Spotfur's three kits remains, they're all fantastic and I adore them. I haven't seen anyone compile these new personalities, or really point out the dynamics at play in this little scene though! So I'll do just that!

Misc Info

Apparently, Spotfur cusses in front of her kids lmao. This is the singular most important thing about this book, actually. Stemkit says "SHIT" and Sunbeam is like "WATCH YOUR PROFAMITY" and he protests with "MOM curses all the time"

They had never been outside of camp before, Spot's anxious about this! It's nice seeing her being a protective mom.

UNRELATED SIDE NOTE: I miss how in TPB kits seemed to have "their first prey" as a major developmental milestone, but those times are loooong gone. This situation is scratching an itch for me, though!

Sunbeam's first prey was frog; frogs apparently taste canonically like blackbird. (another side note, i should make a taste guide as a clan culture expansion and check if there's any validity to that... i would have guessed it would taste more like duck.)

She takes a good amount of time just chatting with them, and the dialogue here is actually fantastic. It feels just like being in the middle of a conversation with my nespring, it's great. The writer really nailed the cadence of little kids.

Sunbeam also realizes that she needs to keep all three kids engaged, and so creates a particularly convoluted setup so they're all doing something. Clever!

Graykit Gray-and-white tom

IS REALLY interested in hunting.

He chased after a mouse the same size as him when he was half a month old, though obviously he couldn't catch it.

Dreams of one day catching one of every type of prey around the lake. That's such a fun goal actually?? Completionist Graykit wants to 100% the hunting speedrun challenge. That's fantastic.

Stemkit Solid orange tom

Seems to be the most thoughtful of the kits.

Asks the majority of the questions, responses tend to be very "philosophical" towards things. Will say outright that he does not know something if he doesn't know the answer.

A wise child.

Cusses because he missed a vole lmao. VERY cute. I hope this boy grows up to have a mouth like a sailor. I love vulgar philosophers.

Bristlekit White-and-orange molly

Most impatient, and seems to have a little bit of a mean streak.

Scoffs when Graykit brings up his mouse story, saying that "nearly doesn't count." A bit of a perfectionist!

Also interjects the most when her brothers are rambling.

But is able to back this all up! She is the most focused, and is the first one to scent the vole den.

She also catches two voles when her brothers only catch one each.

[innermost-memoirs]

Something that has been said to me as a trans masc person is, "Well aren't you just a tomboy? Liking boyish stuff doesn't mean you have to be trans".

The foremost mistake people are making when they ask something like this is assuming that I don't know myself well enough to distinguish being a masculine woman from being an actual man. While it's true that liking boyish things doesn't make a woman a man, that isn't the point. Gender expression is different from gender identity (though sometimes it can be easy to confuse the two).

If you put a man in a dress, it does not make him a woman; it makes him a man wearing a dress. He knows he is a man, he feels it within himself regardless of any external factor. But if people keep insisting he is a woman, treat him as one, and he is not made aware that he has any other choice but to comply, then he will likely feel compelled to do so.

When I tell you that as a child I participated in boyish activities like playing in the mud and catching frogs, or felt left out when I wasn't included with the boys, I am giving you context that I have felt disconnected from being a girl ever since I began being aware that I was treated like one. I just didn't have the language to describe it until I was older, and even then I tried to suppress it.

Many trans masculine people have a hyper feminine phase in which we try extra hard to force ourselves to fit into the box that was originally prescribed to us, only to come out on the other side with confirmation of what we already had a deep suspicion of: we just aren't women, and there isn't anything we can do to change that.

I can relate to women and their experiences. I know what it's like to be treated as one by society, and I presented as one as I grew into adulthood. I have all the lived experience of being female, without the "soul" of one. When I am amongst a group of women, I notice that I am different. When I am called by "she" or "her", I feel the words grate on my nerves and I know that they do not belong to me.

However, when my friends call me "he", when my partner refers to me as his boyfriend, when a stranger accurately assumes that I am male, and I'm treated as such, I feel at home. It feels natural, the way one should feel when they are being referred to. I love being a man in a way that I never loved being a woman. I feel confident and secure with myself, like I finally fit into my own skin. I am belated when I see the way that my body hair has come in so handsomely, or how sharp my jawline has become. This is not even close to the same thing as being a "tomboy".

I can't speak for every trans person, but I'm not wrong in saying that the vast majority of trans people think very carefully and thoroughly about who they are and what they want. When we decide to transition, we are acknowledging that we will likely face additional hardships in exchange for being happier with ourselves and true to our identity as an individual.

The next time you feel compelled to question someone's identity, think about the fact that you do not know what it's like to live as them. You don't know the road they took to get to where they are today, how they really feel, or what they really want. You are imposing your own experiences and thoughts onto them. While some people, like me, write posts like this to help bring awareness and understanding, the truth is that you don't need to understand their identity in order to respect it. There are countless different human experiences that I will never live, but that does not make them any less real and valid than mine.

[your-pal-nebula]

Hello! You can call me Nebula, Abel, Silver, Cori, Adaluza, Royal Dandy, Chazz, Razzle Dazzle, Glen or Velvette, or any nickname that is a spin-off of those (Nebby, Nebs, Luza, Vel, Dan, RD, ect)

Transmasc + agender + boygirl + pangenderspace

Pansexual + aroaceflux + fagdyke

He/It/Xe/She + any space themed neoprounouns

I'm an alterhuman. Kinlist below. There's a lot. I'm simultaneously therian, fictionkin, otherlink, songkin, objectkin, and otherhearted.

I'm chronosian due to fictionkinity, specifically around the ages of 10-11. Bodily, I am a teenager. I'm transglitterblood and transsharpteeth. I am anti-radqueer. I'm autistic and believe this to my the source of my alterhumanity and atypical dysphria.

I'm a plural system as well. I have only one brainmade headmate and everyone else is a fictive/introject, all of which are from WordGirl. Brief introductions of all of us below. Most of them don't have roles yet but a couple of them do. Sometimes I let them on here and sign the posts, though I am considering making a sideblog for them all to use

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Alterhuman Types:

Theriotypes: Eldritch Dragon, SilkWing, Wolf, Snow Leopard, Peacock, Frog

Kintypes: Nephilim, Buglike Alien, Cyborg, Mermaid

Fictotypes: Silver Boxleitner (WordGirl OC), Cori Worst, (WG OC), Adaluza (Hazbin Hotel OC), Velvette (Hazbin Hotel), Royal Dandy (WordGirl), Glen Furlblam (WordGirl)

Linktypes: NightWing (Wings of Fire), Living Doll, Razzle Dazzle (WordGirl OC), Chazz (WordGirl)

Songkins: Every song by Creature Feature

Hearttypes: Axolotls, dogs, dolphins, machines, tech in general

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System Members:

Necro: The only brainmade, they/it/he/zhe/corpse, vampirekin, ageless, basically the therapist

Silver Boxleitner: she/her, mouse copinglink

Cori Worst: she/her, questioning neoprounouns, fox therian, does the cleaning and hygiene

Sketch: she/her, my sister's OC

Tobey Mccallister: he/him, helps me do math sometimes

Victoria Best: she/her, one of the least active members but she's definitely here

Invisi-Bill: he/it/pup/wolf, golden retriever, wolf, and coyote therian, protecter, self identified guard dog

Big Left Hand Guy: he/him, also not very active but he's definitely here

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Fandom OCs:

WordGirl OCs: Silver Boxleitner, Cori Worst, Marleen Everwood, Alynxai, Malakai Jackson, Comet Skyrunner, Apples and Oranges, Cat and Dog, Bella Bloodsucker, Razzle Dazzle

Hazbin Hotel OCs: Adaluza, Plushie Guts, Midnight, Violet Vicicous

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DNI:

Prosh1ppers, p0rn blogs, pro/neu/comp contact pedophiles zoophiles and necrophiles, anti-therian, anti-neoprounouns, radfems/TERFs, radqueers, people who believe in cringe culture, transandrophobia deniers, people who believe in the validity of thought crimes, anti endos, exclusionists

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You see the gun I have in my profile? That's for Justice Cheese shippers.

My mutuals, who I love and hold very close:

@holdthefuckupwhat @toonycatuwu @emberthearsonist @pennyroks77 @rootbeertime @evaiskindaweird @dreadthedecay @snickerzanddoodlez @thatgayoctopus @jamiesolas @autistic-fuckwad @the-girl-from-dres @inkangeliguess @victoriabestdefender @ratlordsarah @persistinghorrors @therianslaypotato @corvidthedragon @shepherdingthepie @v0id-clawz @nabbit-unmasked @moonlightravensblog @crazywolf85 @axelberry @talon-dragonbeast

[wherethefireliliesgrow]

(10) 409 days: indigo purple

Myoui Mina x reader

Part of the series: Palette

Previous chapter: (9) 626 days: phthalo green

409 days.

Mina has been on tour for the past three months, and initially, communication between you two was going well. She would always find time to call and express how much she missed you, and even arrange virtual dates with you. However, lately, she's been forgetting to return your calls.

You knew she was busy, but it's disheartening to see that Ryujin manages to maintain consistent contact with Karina and even with you, while Mina seems to have forgotten about you. You know you're not officially dating, so you can't really hold it against her.

But these circumstances have led you to question the validity of the months you spent together. The reminder of her presence on the bed feels like a distant memory, and even the scent of her on her sweaters is fading away. Is this what love is always like? Constantly dwelling in uncertainty, questioning your worthiness for someone else's affection?

It's an anguishing thought, leaving you wondering if this is how it will always be—forever trapped in a cycle of doubt and longing, never truly knowing where you stand with the person you care about.

You chose to fully immerse yourself in work and take care of Haerin, who had been under immense stress due to her preparations for the college entrance exams. She would spend nights at cram schools and wouldn't return home until midnight. Haerin had a passion for studying arts, much like you and Karina, but her parents exerted significant control over her future. They forced her to quit her internship and enrolled her in cram schools for every subject. Witnessing Haerin constantly on the verge of exhaustion filled you with unceasing worry.You found it truly perplexing how the education system in this country placed such an enormous amount of pressure on young students, expecting them to have their entire lives planned out by the age of 17.

Which was why, you and your team borrowed the studio on a Saturday morning at eight am. Together, you were decorating the room with balloons, preparing a surprise birthday party for the younger girl. She had been feeling under the weather for quite some time, and you wanted to lift her spirits. You even invited the Le Sserafim girls to join in, as you had grown closer to them in the previous months. Haerin was naturally shy and struggled to make friends at school, so you were incredibly grateful that the group had shown such patience with her. You were particularly glad that Eunchae had managed to help Haerin come out of her shell a little bit.

The party was a result of Mina's absence. She had promised Haerin to take her to Lego Land for her birthday but called three days prior to cancel. This left the younger girl extremely disappointed, and a heated argument between you and Mina ensued. The fight ended badly, with you crying and Mina hanging up the phone in frustration, resulting in absolutely no contact between the two of you for two days. However, you were accustomed to the silence; it usually took the idol four to five days to call you back anyway.

It was a good thing that Yunjin had a back up plan: a frog themed party. 

Decorated with countless frog balloons and confetti, the studio was starting to look somewhat presentable after four hours of hard work. You had left to pick up Haerin from her weekend cram school classes, which you thought was absurd to make a child go to class during the weekends, but her parents had insisted on signing her up. The younger girl hummed contently in the front seat of your car, gazing out the window at the droplets of rain on the windowpane from the soft drizzle outside.

When the elevator dinged and the doors opened to the studio floor, it was a scene of utter chaos. Before either of you could register what was happening, the lights suddenly switched on, illuminating the vibrant space. Haerin was swiftly yanked out of the elevator, greeted by a flurry of activity. A purple party hat adorned her head, and pineapple-designed sunglasses were hastily placed on her face. Without warning, she was whisked away, lifted onto Ryujin's back, and paraded around the studio in a whirlwind of excitement.

"Move out of the way, move out of the way!" Ryujin shouted, laughing at the terrified Haerin on her back. "Toddler coming through!" 

The rest of the crowd joined in with laughter and enthusiastic cheers, thoroughly enjoying the lighthearted moment. However, their amusement came to an abrupt halt when Ryujin inadvertently collided with a wall, causing her to lose her grip and drop the birthday girl onto the floor.

You were surprised to see Ryujin here,considering how packed their schedules were during the world tour.. Taking a quick survey of the room, a wave of gratitude washed over you for those who made it to celebrate Haerin's special day. The entire team was present, along with Ryujin and Yeji, the Le Sserafim girls, some of Haerin's cousins, and unexpectedly... Chaeyoung?

The presence of the TWICE member caught you off guard, and your heart skipped a beat at the possibility that Mina might have came with her. Your eyes locked with Chaeyoung's, and she offered a smile tinged with sadness, resembling more of a grimace. However, before you could approach the lone idol, warm hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace from behind. The familiar and dearly missed scent of soft florals enveloped you, momentarily causing your mind to go blank.

"I missed you," Mina whispered, nuzzling her face into the back of your neck, seeking solace in your embrace.

Although the comfort of her arms felt familiar and tempting, you gently pulled away to meet her gaze.

"What are you doing here?" The memories of your previous fight echoed in your mind, causing a touch of coldness to seep into your voice.

Mina's expression fell, recognizing the bitterness in your tone. She was well aware of the hurtful words she had uttered during that argument, words she didn't truly mean.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to see you and Haerin," she confessed, her head hanging low as guilt washed over her entire being.

"Do you?" you questioned, a mix of annoyance and lingering affection playing within your heart. "You mentioned how I was too 'clingy,' if I recall correctly."

Mina vehemently shook her head, interjecting before you could finish, and pulled you into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry I said that. I didn't mean it. I was just stressed."

You relented, deciding to let this go for now because you wanted to keep the mood happy for Haerin’s sake.

"We'll talk later," you murmured, placing a soft kiss on her forehead as a symbol of reconciliation.

The brunette idol lingered around you for the remainder of the time, but it was evident that she wasn't fully engaged with her surroundings or attentive to your conversation. She kept checking her phone every ten minutes, which annoyed you since she wasn't typically someone who relied heavily on technology unless it involved gaming. Despite feeling irritated, you refrained from pressing her on it, you knew that she was probably busy with work. Pushing your doubt and suspicion to the back of your mind, you tried to appreciate that she at least tried to make an effort in coming here. 

As you and Haerin gathered her presents onto the table, Yunjin suddenly embraced both of you, her energetic voice ringing in your ears.

"Hello, my favorite girls!" she singonged with enthusiasm, almost deafening you. "Are you ready for cake?"

Haerin's eyes lit up instantly, causing her to drop the boxes she was holding and nod eagerly.

"Love the attitude," Yunjin chuckled, flashing her infectious smile as she affectionately patted Haerin's head. "I got a froggy-designed cake for our froggy princess."

Before you could respond, an icy voice cut through the air from behind you.

"Who's this?" Mina's gaze bore into Yunjin's arm that was wrapped around your shoulder, prompting the American to quickly retract her hands.

"Mina, this is Yunjin," you sighed, fully aware that an argument was about to erupt.

Yunjin immediately bowed out of respect. "Annyeonghaseyo, Mina sunbaenim."

Mina gave a dismissive nod, her narrowed eyes and tight lips revealing her displeasure.

"I didn't know you two were so close," her tone was sharp, laced with accusation.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. This argument had arisen multiple times during your phone calls. You couldn't understand why Mina was so defensive towards Yunjin, and despite your efforts to reassure her, she continued to harbor doubts.

Sensing the tension, Haerin swiftly chimed in, attempting to lighten the mood. 

"Yunjin unnie helps Eunchae and I with our English homework sometimes.”

Yunjin nodded in agreement, offering a gentle smile in an effort to ease the tension.

"I'll go get the cake," Yunjin quickly bowed again and started guiding Haerin toward the kitchen. "It was nice meeting you, Mina sunbaenim."

"Same to you, Yoo-jin," Mina replied coolly.

The brunette idol continued to glare daggers at Yunjin's retreating figure, her eyes filled with animosity.

"Seriously, Mina?" you raised your voice. "That was uncalled for."

"What?" Mina retorted.

"You know her name perfectly well," you responded sharply.

"Well, you seem to know her a bit too well," Mina shot back, her brown eyes burning with anger.

"Are you implying that I'm cheating?" you scoffed.

"I don't know. Are you?" Mina challenged.

You rubbed your forehead in frustration. It pained you to be accused of such a thing, especially when she was the one who never bothered to answer your calls. The ease with which she threw accusations at you without much thought hurt your heart. It was never that simple for Waywards—the bond they shared with their soulmates was unbreakable, and the idea of being with someone else was nearly inconceivable.

"Are you even considering what you're saying right now?" you asked, trying to contain your frustration.

"It's fine. We're not together anyway. Do whatever you want," Mina responded coldly.

You were shocked and stunned by her comment, standing in silence as you looked at the girl you had poured your heart into. Mina refused to back down, but you could see instant regret in her eyes for what she had said. In the midst of the silence, Chaeyoung suddenly appeared, gently pulling you away from Mina by the wrist.

"Let's not do this here. It's Haerin's big day today; let's not ruin it," the messy blonde said, offering you her familiar crooked smile, tinged with sadness in her eyes.

You nodded, softly squeezing Chaeyoung's hand before making your way to the kitchen to help Yunjin and Haerin, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes.

Though she appeared composed, Chaeyoung was seething with anger. She gestured for her fellow brunette band member to follow her outside.

"You better make up your mind, Mina. Or you'll end up losing everything," Chaeyoung warned sternly.

Mina lowered her head in defeat. "I don't know what to do," she sighed. "There's too much at stake on both sides."

"She deserves better than this. I can see how you treat her," Chaeyoung asserted. She had always been the voice of reason, but she had grown tired of the hot and cold treatment Mina was subjecting you to. She had witnessed your relationship flourish and wither away in a matter of months, and she was determined not to let Mina hurt you, whether they were bandmates or not. "Just tell her the truth."

Mina blinked slowly, her mind racing as she desperately searched for a way out of the situation she had gotten herself into.

Shaking her head at the brooding brunette, Chaeyoung had a sinking feeling that Mina was about to make a foolish decision. But as a friend, the only thing she could do was offer her advice. 

The remainder of the party went smoothly, although Mina's attempts to catch your eye were in vain. She wanted to apologize for her rude behavior, knowing full well how deeply she had hurt you today and for the past three months with her indecisiveness.

The image of you throwing your head back in laughter at something Yunjin said pierced Mina's heart like knives. It served as a painful reminder that she was the reason you no longer laughed with her, always settling for silence and anger instead. She couldn't help but feel jealous, but she also recognized that she had no right to express this, especially considering what she would have to do in the future.

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Finally, the party came to an end at five, and after a quick clean-up of the studio, you were ready to take Haerin to dinner and call it a day. In order to avoid encountering Mina, you swiftly loaded Haerin's gifts into your car. Despite longing to speak with the idol after all these months, you were not in the mood to engage with her, and you noticed her and Chaeyoung lingering behind, hoping to catch your attention.

Before you could close the trunk of your car, Mina and Chaeyoung appeared beside you, startling you.

"Hey, birthday girl," Chaeyoung called out to the younger blonde. "Are you free tonight?"

Haerin looked at them with confusion, then glanced at you, to which you simply shrugged.

"I thought you had a concert tomorrow," Haerin responded, a hint of disappointment still lingering in her voice.

"We'll fly back tomorrow morning, don't worry," Mina reassured her. "Would you like to go to the carnival with me? I want to make up for our canceled Lego Land trip."

Haerin's ears perked up at the mention of the carnival, as she loved going there for the games. She hesitated for a moment before nodding, taking Mina's outstretched hand.

Satisfied with the apology, Haerin bounded over for a hug. As you stood there, a pang of envy washed over you. It seemed so effortless for them to resolve their issues, while with you and Mina, it was always a tumultuous cycle of heated arguments and icy silence. You no longer understood the idol, and you couldn't help but feel that she no longer needed you.

Sighing, you closed the trunk of your car and directed your words to Chaeyoung and Mina (more like to only Chaeyoung because you refused to look at Mina), “Please have her back by 10, she has classes tomorrow.”

Mina's disappointment was evident in her shining eyes as she asked, "You're not coming?"

You shook your head, firmly stating, "I have something to do."

"Jagi..." Mina's voice softened as she cautiously inched closer to you, as if approaching a wild animal that might startle at any moment.

Your heart lurched at her touch on your skin, and you closed your eyes trying not to give in. She always managed to get away with things if it’s to you. The idea of making her sad or disappointed would physically hurt your heart. You had started to notice tihs toxic cycle of Mina being so cold to you for days on end or saying something she knew would hurt you, but then would suddenly be so caring and soft. It was a never ending cycle that you couldnt bring yourself to leave, so you prayed that things would change for the better instead. 

As expected, with a gentle kiss to your temple and a few pleading words, Mina had you wrapped around her finger. Before you knew it, you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of Mina's car, en route to the carnival near the Han River.

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The short few hours there were fun, although you hated to admit it. Mina and Chaeyoung had gone on every ride Haerin asked them to accompany her on. You subtly acknowledged Mina's determination, even though she looked sick after getting off each ride, yet she always said yes to the next one.

With your hands full of the stuffed animals that the Twice members had spent a considerable amount of money on to win for Haerin (honestly, they were so bad at the baseball throwing that you thought buying them directly from the vendors would've been cheaper), you waited in line with Chaeyoung for the final ride of the night—the Ferris wheel. Meanwhile, Mina took Haerin to get a final round of ice cream.

Chaeyoung stood silently next to you, and an air of awkwardness lingered between the two of you throughout the night. You sensed that she had something to say but was hesitant to bring it up. 

"I know you have something you want to tell me, Chae," you said, determined to address it one final time. With just the two of you, Chaeyoung appeared slightly less nervous. 

The fellow blonde met your gaze, and for a fleeting moment, you saw guilt flash in her eyes.

"You know you can tell me anything," you said softly, hoping to encourage her to share the thoughts that had been eating her alive all day. 

Chaeyoung sighed, offering you a sad smile that lacked her usual dimples. "It's not my place to say," she replied cryptically, leaving you even more curious and worried.

"At least let me know what I can do to ease your mind," you insisted, prioritizing her feelings over your curiosity about what was going on in her mind. 

But before Chaeyoung could open her mouth to reply, Haerin and Mina came running back. Mina positioned herself between you and Chaeyoung, wrapping her arm around your shoulder, while Haerin excitedly talked about the schools she wanted to apply to. You couldn't help but notice the warning look Mina gave to Chaeyoung, and you certainly didn't miss the anger on Chaeyoung's face when Mina became distracted in the middle of the conversation, briefly glancing at her phone to send a few texts.

You were deeply in love with Mina, but you were not oblivious.  Mina was definitely hiding something from you.  

The ferris wheel was small, and the four of you split into two to ride. Mina tightly grasped your hand as you pulled her into the glass cart, knowing her fear of heights.Facing each other with your legs tightly wedged in the limited space, you couldn't help but gaze at Mina's angelic face. Her soft features, wavy brown hair, and the simple white blouse paired with a leather jacket showcased her effortless beauty. Yet, beneath it all, a sinking feeling in your heart warned you that this angelic facade might be your downfall.

"Look, fireworks," Mina whispered in awe, her gaze fixed on the glass windows. The fireworks illuminated the dark night sky, casting vibrant colors on both of your faces.

For a few fleeting seconds at the peak of the ferris wheel, time seemed to stand still. You memorized the sight of Mina, awestruck and illuminated by the colorful fireworks. The indigo glow from the fireworks painted her profile, accentuating the sparkle in her eyes.  It was a breathtaking moment, but like life, it couldn't last forever.

As the ferris wheel descended, Mina's phone lit up, resting on her lap. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you glanced at the screen, immediately regretting your decision. There, under an indigo heart emoji,  a message read, "When are you coming back? I miss you."

You looked away, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. 

You didn't say anything as Mina drove you and Haerin home, nor did you comment on the new expensive watch now adorning Mina's wrist, perfectly concealing her tattoo. You remained silent, hoping to hold onto her for a little longer.

When she gave you a goodbye kiss, you said nothing, simply closing your eyes and savoring the feel of her soft lips on yours.

The image of her face, filled with wonder and illuminated by the indigo purple fireworks, replayed in your mind, intertwining with your bittersweet emotions.

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[beautifulbuckys]

The Fire and the Flame [1/8]- George Weasley x Reader

“Impossible is in, I don’t know if you know that.”

“You’re impossible, did you know that?” George laughed, standing up and pushing himself out of the ancient wooden chair. As he stood, the chair creaked, even louder when he relieved the back of the wood from his heavy book bag. 

Summary: As Quidditch season starts, your schedule gets flooded with Quidditch players who are too busy with their schoolwork. What happens when your newest pupil isn’t what you thought he was?

A/N: Hi! This is my small dabble back into writing, I really missed it <3

Quidditch season was fun, sure.

The thrill of typically innocent house-to-house competition was thrilling. Everyone rooted for their team, sports lover or not. Some muggleborns compared it to muggle ‘futball’.  The constant woosh that Quidditch players made from feet above you, balancing beautifully on their thin broomsticks. 

What wasn’t fun? The influx of students needing to be tutored. Sure, you loved tutoring those in need. Though typically, the students you tutored were having genuine struggles. It was a different kind of magic to watch a subject click for someone struggling. During Quidditch season, it was a different story. Nobody was struggling because they didn’t understand why you needed a frog eye for the midnight projection potion. They weren’t struggling because they couldn’t grasp the certain hand flicks needed for more advanced charms. People were now struggling simply because they were falling behind. This especially happened to the Quidditch players themselves. You honestly can’t blame them. They’re amazing at a celebrated sport and they’re committed to something grand! However, it’s frustrating when you’re mandated to tutor them and they act like you’re a burden for being required to. Every single time you’ve tried to tutor the star chaser, they’ve given you a sour attitude and made you feel small. 

Amd now? You’re stuck in the library waiting for your newest Quidditch star pupil to arrive.

It was almost curfew, but tutors get an excuse as we’re hand selected by the heads of our houses. Pupils gain that advantage too, if they select the late time slot. Although it’s judging a book by its cover, many Quidditch players suspiciously chose this time slot. 

Quietly, you assemble your Wizardry Poetry textbooks that you’ve been studying for the year. Wizardry Poetry is a small, less popular elective. Many people that take the class take it to get out of Snape’s detentions, as he seems to have a small space in his miniscule heart for her. Nobody calls him out for it, they just quietly take advantage of the crush. Although it’s not the most popular, it’s exciting. In your opinion, poetry is a light shone into a dark corner nobody wants to explore. Poetry is raw emotion, something people typically cower away from at the opportunity. That’s what makes wizard poetry so exciting. Many pieces written by the famous wizard poets highlight the balance between dark magic and light. It’s a weapon used by those already wielding a powerful tool. 

“Erm,” A deep voice suddenly broke the calming silence of the Hogwarts library. “Are you my poetry tutor?”

You picked your head up from your bookbag, noticing the tall Gryffindor beater standing sadly behind the seat across from you. “Oh yes! Hi. Feel free to take a seat,” You cringed at the formalities. The pupils you’re used to aren’t shy about loudly announcing their presence and obnoxiously filling the small table space. This was new. “George, right?”

He nodded, “How’d you know?”

You chuckled quietly. “You’re the quieter of the two.” The boy said nothing in response to this, seemingly validating your point. Although you’re not particularly friends with the 2 boys, you knew them. You were in the same year and had a few classes with the twins. This is how you knew the difference. Both George and Fred were in your potions class. They sat next to each other, to nobody’s surprise. Fred, who always sat on the left, had a knack for clanging glasses together and making unnecessary comments. Although they were together in that class, you could just tell George was more reserved than his brother. They both laughed together and made jokes, but it was obvious. George was in your Wizardry Poetry class. When it’s just him, his reserved nature becomes a lot more apparent. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are you struggling with?”

You knew him in class. He definitely wasn’t struggling. He grasped the subject pretty strongly whenever he was called upon to read or make a comment. To an outsider, he might’ve been a poet already. 

“Well, honestly, I’m just more busy than anything else. Quidditch is just getting to the exciting part of the season and I have sunrise practices every morning. The team’s practice schedule is no joke,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “And honestly? I think poetry is kind of stupid,”

Stupid?

“Poetry isn’t stupid.”

“Sure it is,” George said. “It’s boring and tries to be all deep and stuff. Maybe if it took itself a little less seriously I’d feel the opposite,”

You shouldn’t be as offended as you are. You strongly disagreed with him. Poetry was a gorgeous example of literary art. Sure, it can be difficult to scan for meaning and purpose. However, you feel that the payoff of understanding the raw emotion written by an artist. “Whatever you say George, I’m not here to change your mind, just change your grade. Have you started the assignment she gave us on Tuesday?”

Our poetry teacher assigned us an arguably simple project due at the end of the semester. We were expected to craft a page long piece of poetry about our experiences with magic. She said we had full creative capabilities with our projects, and she wasn’t going to judge or grade our topic chosen. She was mostly looking for our understanding of poetry and is expecting us to pull ideas from previous wizard poets. 

George gently shook his head, the shoulder-length red hair he grew out dancing on his shoulders. “Nope,” He popped the ‘P’ in nope, flashing a cheeky smile.

This was going to be a long few weeks. 

As George and I reviewed his work and created an academic plan to ensure he doesn’t fall behind, it became painfully obvious why George was failing. He grasped the subject with the grip of a giant. It’s not that he didn’t understand stanzas and line numbers. George just didn’t have a reason to care. He had no aspiration of ever becoming a poet, and it became noticeable that George only joined the class to get out of Snape’s detentions. It didn’t make sense though. How could he understand so much and just not care? Did he not have a personal connection to the class?

Maybe all he needed was a lifeline. 

“I think this session was really helpful to you George. Please remember, we’re meeting Thursday at the same time,”

George raised his eyebrows at you, awkwardly grinning. “I might have a surprise Quidditch practice,”

“Why would you know about it if it was a secret, George?” Was he seriously trying to skip out on our session? You found that the session was something that could strengthen George’s academic record. It also helps that he was someone actually enjoyable to talk to. Who knows, maybe you could even teach him the real magic of poetry while you were at it.

“You’re impossible, did you know that?” George laughed, standing up and pushing himself out of the ancient wooden chair. As he stood, the chair creaked, even louder when he relieved the back of the wood from his heavy book bag. 

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Spiderdads fic for y’all! ^^ Warning! There’s angst here!

^ Some days were harder than others. Miguel knew that all too well, walking away from Peter and MayDay as fast as he could. He loved Peter, he loved MayDay too, but it was painful. To be reminded of what he had lost hurt worse than any bruise or cut, it hurt him worse than when he broke a couple ribs fighting a villain. The loss of Gabi was personal, heartbreaking, and would never go away. Quicker than he had expected, Miguel found himself in his empty lab. He sat down in one of the corners, pulling his legs up to his chest as he began to cry. His tears were felt hot, almost like they were burning. They fell fast, his cheeks stained with the tears after only a couple of seconds. He couldn’t let anyone see him like this. He had to be seen as the tough and stern leader the Spider Society needed, not a cry baby. Miguel gasped when he heard the lab doors open, trying his best to rub away the tears on his face and then cursing when new tears came to replace the ones wiped away. “Miguel? You in here?” Called Peter, and Miguel tried his best to be silent, using all the effort he could to suppress his sniffles and whimpers. It didn’t work in the end, because Peter ended up finding him. Peter’s face was full of shock and concern. Miguel felt guilty. He felt stupid and ashamed. This was his problem to deal with and he had dragged Peter into it. “Go away.” Miguel spoke, choking on his words as he buried his face in his hands. Like always, Peter didn’t listen. Peter walked to Miguel’s side, sitting down next to the crying man. The two sat in silence for a bit, the only noises coming from Miguel’s ragged breathing. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Peter whispered, putting an arm around Miguel’s shoulders. Miguel took his head out of his hands, looking up at Peter who had a soft smile on his face. Miguel’s bottom lip began to quiver as the tears started to fall again. He laid his head on Peter’s chest, pulling at the fabric of Peter’s suit as he cried. His sobbing was loud. Every word was like a scream, every gasp and suck of breath through clenched teeth sounding painful, almost making Peter cry himself. Peter tried to comfort Miguel, rubbing circles into his back as the Miguel tugged and pulled at Peter’s spidey suit. Eventually Miguel calmed down, cheeks stained with tears and sniffles as quiet as whispers. “S-Sorry.” Miguel choked out, his grip on Peter’s suit loosening. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” Peter assured, running his fingers through Miguel’s hair. “How’re you feeling?” Peter asked, voice soft and quiet. “I’m ok.” Miguel answered. “Any other day I’d let you get away with that, but not today. Don’t lie to me Miguel, how are you actually feeling?” Peter persisted. Miguel sighed, “Guilty, stupid… sad.” “You know what?” “What?” “It’s perfectly valid to feel that way. Everyone has their doubts about themselves, and it’s important to acknowledge them so they don’t get all bottled up inside.” Peter smiled, kissing Miguel’s forehead. Miguel rolled his eyes, a smile forming on his face. “God, Peter, you sound like a therapist.” He chuckled, before letting his head fall onto Peter’s shoulder. “I’ll sound like Kermit if it’ll keep a smile on your face.” Peter teased, before doing a mediocre impression of Kermit the Frog. Miguel only hummed, wrapping his arms around Peter.

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Miguel: btw where’s mayday? She was with you earlier.

Peter: I let Miles watch her

Miguel:

Peter:

Miguel: Peter…

Peter: Miles can watch a baby, don’t worry! He’s very responsible! :P

*meanwhile*

Miles: MayDay! Please don’t crawl on the ceiling! 😰

MayDay: >:]

[lixenn]

Things Chief once said

inspired by this hilarious post by @eternitas

“What’s that in your mouth?” *points at floor* “Spit it out, right now!”

After his third consecutive all-nighter: “The sunset taste like blueberries...” *proceeds to pass out on the spot*

“I can observe your braincells dying in real time.”

*closes door* “Annnd that goes straight into the nightmare folder.”

“I’m not paid enough to care about your problems.”

“The bleach costs how much?” ... “This calls for legal action. Someone, get me a lawyer!”

“Vlasta grows on you. Like toxic mold that glows in the dark.”

“The Captain is the only one with a valid opinion here. Everyone else, scram.”

*Staring down a new recruit after they have blown up the kitchen* “Can you even read?”

“Get me coffee or I will feed you to the panthers, don’t test me.”

“You could be the Queen of England for all I care, you will brush your teeth twice a day or I swear to God I’m going to hide every snack in the goddamn compound.”

*at Mammon’s bank account* “Life goals.”

“Your stupidity causes me physical pain. I demand financial compensation.”

“The only reason why I haven’t murdered you yet is because you aren’t worth the time it would take to clean up your corpse.”

“Oh for the love of- Stop! Licking! The frog!”

“I’m totally willing to ritually sacrifice a bitch if it will get me some peace and quiet.”

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This was super fun to write! I might do a part two if I come up with more funny Chief content. Feel free to guess in what scenario he has said certain things lol (also which one do you guys like the most? please tell me I wanna know! 🥺👉🏼👈🏼)

[peachjagiya]

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I swear some people behave like they don’t have friends in real life. How can anyone watch this and think that Jimin meant anything malicious here? It was clearly a joke and not even a jab. That is what friends do. They joke, they tease each other and get on each other’s nerves abit. I didn’t see y’all saying all these when Tae teased Jimin about saying “sorry” during his speech at the UN. Jimin clearly felt really bad about that but when Tae teased him about it, he laughed it off. Sometimes they do those things to lighten the mood and not to take jabs at each other. When Suga started teasing Jimin about it too and telling him it wasn’t time for him to get all choked up, Jungkook kinda got mad at Suga and told him to instead try to make Jimin feel better because he looked at Jimin and saw that he felt bad about the whole thing. They tease and joke but while doing so they pay attention to each other's reactions to make sure they are not going too far.

Some shippers and solos are funny because some of y’all are constantly taking medications for other people’s headaches. Y’all are the type to jump into conversations no one invited you in only to get cussed out in the end because you couldn’t mind your business. And the way some of you know how ignore wholesome moments and focus on the ones you can twist negatively needs to be studied. Vmin were so cute and touchy throughout this Live and it was this same Jimin who validated Tae about his dancing when Jk told him no but y’all wouldn’t talk about that because you are taekookers right? You pick and choose what to focus on and what to ignore. Tae and Jimin were very attentive to each other throughout the Live with Tae assuring Jimin that he was listening to him when he thought no one was and Jimin telling Tae he is a good dancer when Tae said he thought he could beat Jimin in dancing. Y’all need to learn human interactions. Plus y’all are trying to take offense to the tae tae language bit now but when Jk teases tae about it tomorrow y’all will switch to “aww they love to tease each other”. I didn’t see this reaction from taekookers when during the dynamite shoot, Jk teased Tae saying “don’t act like a frog just because you are wearing a frog colored outfit”. Tae looked mad too but we all laughed it off because we knew he was obviously teasing or when we got the dvd last year and we saw all the members trying to call tae extra for wearing the Squid games outfit and Jk even said “I wouldn’t go that far” but Jimin was the only one who didn't say anything to tae but instead told him he looked good or during that one new years Vlive where tae was trying to speak and Jk told him "that isn't important right now" it was jimin who asked Jk to apologize to tae and held his neck jokingly asking him why he spoke to tae like that. why didn't you guys also call Jk out then and why didn't you guys praise Jimin for validating Tae then? you see how you pick and choose? When Jk teases tae it is done with love and it is cute but when Jimin does it is just has to be malicious?

PS: Admin, this isn't directed at you but to the tkkrs who think like the ones who sent you these asks. you are free to feel the way you feel about certain actions but consider everything before coming to certain conclusions. That's all i'm saying.

You lost me at "how can anyone think Jimin meant anything malicious here?"

Every single ask and response about this reiterated that

there was no malicious intent.

It's literally the exact opposite of what you just accused me/us of saying.

Please god please just actually read the words that are written instead of seeing "Jimin," assuming the worst, and getting insane about it. Nobody said anything about Jimin being malicious. Chill.

[khaire-traveler]

I have a question about signs from the gods if that is okay? I'm someone who generally doesn't look for signs from the gods and ends up rationalizing everything that could be seen as signs by others. The thing is, last week I was in a rough place emotionally and experiencing really bad feelings about things and I guess in desperation I called out to one of my deities asking if this was real, if I was wanted as a follower and I asked for a sign that I was wanted and was cared about. The next morning I woke up to a tiny little spider weaving a gorgeous web on my altar for said god, using two of the statues as anchors. To me this could be very very mundane, though a bit odd for tiny spider to build a web right there when typically they do it elsewhere. Then when I was doing some yard work I encountered two moths, one of which almost landed right in front of my lawn mower and thankfully. I spent a bit of time admiring her beauty and even gave her a little name before she decided she had enough of my adoration and flew away. And then my dad had me rescue this tiny frog in the wheelbarrow. The cutie sat on my hand for a good while before leaping into the great unknown of the bushes. Now see, my brain can easily rationalize this as the best day ever because I love tiny spiders, I absolutely adore moths, and I name all of the frogs in our yard every year. However, I can't help but wonder, because I thought of my god frequently during each critter encounter, if these were signs from my god to answer my questions. I'm honestly not sure because these could be very mundane things but at the same time, if there was any big dramatic gesture I'd probably end up terrified. I'm horrible at reading signs when it's not related to nature and survival. :(

Hey, friend! Thank you for the ask!

I have this problem (rationalizing potential signs) as well, actually, and it's something I've been working pretty hard on unlearning. I think, for me, these feelings partially stem from this rhetoric within society that "spiritual people" are just "crazy" and "dumb" and "making things up". I feel like there is a lot of shame around being spiritual and allowing ourselves to experience spiritual things. When I see something and feel it's a sign, I always find this little voice in my head being like, "No, you're just looking for signs," but honestly, what is the harm in looking for signs? Isn't that kind of the point anyway?

While I can't interpret signs for you (since they tend to be a very personal thing that varies for each person), I will share my opinion. It sounds like you already know the answer. Maybe you're doubting your experiences and would just like that confirmation that "yes, this is real, yes, this is a sign and an answer", but honestly, it seems like you genuinely already have your answer. My best advice to give you is to trust yourself.

UPG here, but once, I asked Hermes for an answer to a really important question. It was something that gave me lots of anxiety and that I was "unsure" about. He refused to give me an answer, and all he said instead was "you already know the answer". And he was right, I did know, but I wanted someone else to confirm it anyway, even though I didn't need them to, because I doubted myself. Whenever I go to Hermes with similar problems now, he reminds me "you already know the answer". I wanted to share that experience with you because it felt relevant. I hope it helps in some way.

My personal opinion is that each of those things was a sign to remind you that this is real, you are cared for, and you are loved. I encourage you to be gentler on yourself, and remember your experiences are valid. I don't mean to speak for the gods here, but your deities definitely don't hate, or even dislike, you. They're out there, watching over you, and I'm sure they're really happy that the cute critters you saw could bring you even just a moment of peace and joy. You are worthy of the care and love of the gods. Remind yourself of that.

I hope this helped in some way! Please take good care of yourself. 🧡☺️