#excuse me just gonna rant a tiny bit

[bangtanintotheroom]

Plug & Play (M)(Teaser)

• Pairing: Guitarist!Hongjoong x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Rock Band!AU, Smut, Strangers to Lovers

• Rating: 18+

• Words (teaser): 742

• Summary: Tonight is the night that you quit being a bystander and make a move towards the guitarist on stage with the devilish smile.

• Warnings/themes: a rock show! 🎸, swearing, drinking, pining, Y/N is a horny bean, Hongjoong and his dangerous smiles 🫠, Yeosang the wingman, flirting, making out, semi-public sex, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, fingering, hitting it from the back, fingers in mouth, finger sucking, protected sex (be responsible!), clothed sex, multiple orgasms

• Notes: Welp, it’s happened; I fell for yet another leader 🙃 which culminated in me going feral over his recent guitar solo and needing to write something related to it. So here it is! I should have this uploaded by Thursday morning, the latest, since I’ll be out of town for a few days. We’re trucking along pretty quickly, so I have faith! 💕

• Teaser Notes: Teasers are a WIP and will not fully reflect the final draft, warnings and themes are subject to change. If you want to be tagged when the final draft is released, either leave a reply or shoot me an ask!

• Taglist: @minttangerines @minisugakoobies @firesighgirl @swga-ficrecs @hyunjinsjeans

“I’m gonna fuck him.”

Yeosang stared at you from behind the counter, wondering if he heard you right amidst the clinking glasses and rock music.

“Excuse me?”

“I said, I’m gonna fuck him, Yeo.”

“Who?”

You rolled your eyes, rotating ninety degrees to point at the object of your desire on stage.

“Him.”

There was little surprise on your end at the scoff you heard from behind.

“You’re still on that mission?”

Your head whipped around incredulously. “Yes! Why are you shocked by this?”

Yeosang’s expression reeked of indifference as he wiped some bottles down.

“Because I thought you would have given up by now.”

“I don’t give up easily, dude—” Your eyes watched as a certain someone tuned their guitar strings. “—especially when I really want something.”

And you really wanted the man you had in your sights.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks. Are you new here?”

Your head shook at Seonghwa’s question. “No, I don’t even work here. Just helping my friend out while he gets slammed with customers.”

The pretty guitarist smiled softly.

“That’s very nice of you.”

Your cheeks couldn’t help but warm a tiny bit, shooting him the same look. “Thank you. He has to listen to enough of my ranting at home, might as well ease his pain somehow.”

Yunho blinked curiously before asking, “You’re roommates?”

“Mhm.”

He made a sound of understanding, yet another voice cut in before he could say anything.

“Thought you looked familiar.”

You focused your sight on Hongjoong, recognition on his attractive face that had your heart beating a little faster.

“Me?”

“Yeah—” His mouth quirked. “—thought I saw you hanging around Yeosang the last few times we were here.”

Oof. You weren’t sure how to react to him basically saying that he recognized you from afar. It wasn’t a bad thing, at all, considering your end goal, but you were surprised he even remembered with the amount of people in this building.

All you could muster was a scratch of the back of your neck, trying not to fluster further under his gaze.

“Haha, that’s me, always bugging him.”

Hongjoong gave a soft laugh, eyes scrunching in humor. It only made you more bashful, trying your best not to rub the toe of your boot into the ground.

Noticing that Yunho was roped into a conversation with the others now, it just left you alone with the lead guitarist.

A window of opportunity!

But for some reason, you couldn’t muster the words to continue speaking with him. Even though he continued to acknowledge you with his gaze, your eyes averted to watch the stage behind the dining tables.

“Hey.”

Your ears perked up, looking up to see Hongjoong eyeing you with curiosity.

“What’s your name?”

A lifesaver.

You had to hold back the large grin you wanted to give, settling for a polite smile instead.

“Y/N.”

“So…”

You turned around, hearing the door shut and lock before Hongjoong approached you, lips curled akin to someone ready to indulge in the sweetest dessert of their life.

“Is this a much better spot?”

Your mouth twisted in humor, nodding as you replied with delight, “Much better.”

“Good.”

The both of you looked into each other’s eyes, bodies thrumming with energy that was ready to be unleashed at any moment. Although, no one made a move for a moment.

That is, until Hongjoong chose to take a step forward, leaving the tiniest of spaces between you two.

Having him so close directly in front of you had even more of an effect than before, his fresh scent invading your nostrils while your heart pumped faster. It got worse when a hand came up to brush some hair behind your ear, his touch making you bite your lip.

Hongjoong noticed your shift and chuckled, “Nervous?”

You shook your head.

“No, just…excited.”

His grin only widened at your admission, sliding his hand down gently cradle your jaw.

“Same. Didn’t think I’d ever get to be up close and personal with Yeosang’s pretty friend.”

Although you were melting inside at the compliment, your eyebrow raised in amazement.

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

“So why didn’t you make a move first?”

You hoped to trip him up, but the guitarist didn’t seem fazed, straight teeth almost blinding you.

“I wanted to see how badly you wanted me.”

His low response brought a mixture of exasperation and lust to you, your eyes rolling as you huffed, “You rockstars and your egos.”

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[vandme12]

misaki x me /j its canon anyway

misaki x cat obsessed reader (so me core am i right <3)

It started with a single stray cat.

One miserable little creature, curled up behind a dumpster in an alleyway Misaki was staking out for a job. They had been ready to leave, knife tucked into their belt, when they spotted it—soaked from the drizzle, big eyes staring up at them like it was waiting to be saved.

Misaki sighed.

“This isn’t in the contract, you know,” they muttered, crouching down. The cat didn’t move away, just blinked at them, looking so pathetically tiny that it squeezed something in Misaki’s chest. “Ugh, you’re lucky I’m weak for cute things.”

That was how they ended up texting you in the middle of the night.

found a cat on the job. tell me not to take it home.

You responded within seconds.

TAKE IT HOME RIGHT NOW IM NOT JOKING.

Misaki snorted, shaking their head. They should’ve expected this. You had a reputation in the server for being obsessed with cats—your messages were often derailed by you spotting one outside, and you had once gone on a thirty-minute rant about how criminally underrated black cats were. Misaki had flirted with you before, but your one true love seemed to be anything with whiskers and paws.

so if i take it home, u gonna be my cat parent co-parent or what? ;)

MISAKI IM GOING TO CRY YES ABSOLUTELY

That was how it started.

Somehow, ‘one stray’ turned into three within the week. Misaki was doomed from the start.

—

“Meowsaki, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you liked cats too,” you teased, watching Misaki try (and fail) to shake off one of the new kittens from their shoulder. The tiny thing was clinging like its life depended on it, purring so loud it sounded like a little motorcycle.

Misaki clicked their tongue. “I never said I didn’t like them. You just like them more, so I was letting you be the dramatic one.”

You gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me? Dramatic?”

They grinned at you, shifting slightly as another cat curled up in their lap, tail flicking lazily. “Mm-hm. Adorable, though. Would adopt.”

You narrowed your eyes at them, suspicious. “Like… adopt a cat together?”

Misaki leaned in, voice dropping to a playful murmur. “I was thinking more like adopting you, sweetheart.”

Your face heated, and you threw the nearest cat toy at them. It bounced harmlessly off their shoulder, making the kitten on them twitch in surprise. “Misaki, I swear to God—”

They just laughed, holding up their hands in surrender. “What? I’m just saying, if you wanna be my little house cat, I’d take real good care of you.”

Your face burned hotter, and you buried it in the fur of the cat in your arms, groaning. “I hate you.”

“You love me,” Misaki teased, flicking one of the cat’s ears playfully. The kitten on their shoulder finally decided to leap off, landing in your lap and immediately rubbing its face against your arm.

You sighed, pretending to ignore the way your heart was thudding a little too fast. “So, uh. You’re seriously keeping them all?”

Misaki shrugged, looking at the little collection of strays sprawled around their tiny bunker. “Can’t let ‘em go back out there, can I?” They reached down to scratch behind the ears of the tabby cat by their knee. “Besides, it’s kinda nice, y’know? Coming home to something.”

You bit your lip. There was something almost… soft in their voice, buried beneath the usual teasing. A quiet kind of loneliness that you weren’t sure they even realized they were revealing.

You reached over, touching their hand lightly. “Well. You’re not doing it alone,” you said, voice quieter. “I mean it. If we’re co-parenting these little guys, I’m in it for the long run.”

Misaki looked at you for a long moment, something unreadable in their expression. Then, their lips curved into something smaller, something real.

“Yeah,” they murmured. “I think I like the sound of that.”

—

By the end of the month, the cat count had doubled.

You and Misaki sat on the floor, surrounded by a small army of furballs, a mix of playful chaos and lazy purring. Misaki flicked a cat toy between their fingers like a knife, watching as a kitten pounced on it with intense focus.

“So,” they said casually, “you think they’d let us bring one to the next server meetup?”

You gasped. “Oh my God. Imagine the chaos. Luca would go insane.”

Misaki smirked. “Exactly what I was thinking.”

You bumped their shoulder, laughing. “We are absolutely bringing one.”

��Deal.” Misaki leaned back, watching as another cat curled up in your lap. They reached out, brushing a stray piece of fur from your cheek. “Y’know, I never thought I’d be the type to have a family.”

You glanced at them, heart skipping a beat at the soft way they were looking at you. “This is a family?”

They chuckled, tilting their head. “Well, you, me, a bunch of little terrors running around—sounds pretty domestic, doesn’t it?”

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. “Yeah. It kinda does.”

Misaki grinned, reaching out to scratch under the chin of one of the cats. “Guess that makes you my partner in crime. Both the killing and the cat adoption.”

You laughed. “That’s a weird combination, but I’ll take it.”

“Good,” they murmured, watching you fondly as another kitten climbed into your lap, purring. “Wouldn’t want anyone else.”

[queenilyrian]

“Legitimate criticism” like she is a wh*** he lost his career, they child should not exist ,his family is payed to promote PR,writing petitions for both of them to be fired from their jobs respectively ,calling out even her dead mother , not spearing even her dead dog… is “legitimate criticism”.

Honey, did I even mention that? I never excused any of that. And “because you can’t hate in peace” you take every tiny criticism of Natalie as hate. Every bit. If your life revolved around her women’s unemployment- I mean employment- we wouldn’t be having this conversation. I never said I was even a hater. Just an observer that’s read both sides. Touch some grass if you feel the need to defend someone who again, will never know you, 24/7. And like in your reply, you’re arguing with just emotion. Not logic. You clearly don’t have a professional life of your own especially with the way you rant and type. And people have tried to give you receipts of many things about her that are inarguable… like the fact the US courts couldn’t verify her place of work. Or the fact that she has produced nothing at Vertigo. You can’t name one project she’s produced in the last three years. But when someone states the facts… you lash out at anyone who dares to say anything. People see right through you. Save yourself some time and try spending time with friends and loved ones instead of obsessing over this. Have a good day.

I’m gonna address two things about this rambling Jane, the rest you can cry together with the other trolls that got rekt by me.

First of all “in the court case she…” put the fries in the bag Jane . You’re holding on to a straw that’s imaginary. Fact number 1: she was a witness in this defamation case (wow what a surprise someone is Hollywood is suing someone else for millions - shocking ) we don’t have a time stamp on when she testified. Fact number 2: she moved from Legendary to Vertigo sometimes from a date we don’t know to May 2022. Was this time 3 days ,2 weeks or 4 months that she could have testified WE DO NOT KNOW. What we do know is that we have a confirmation she is working for Vertigo. No Jane she didn’t buy an article in the Deadline to promote herself as VP. It was a business news being shared. Yes Jane people who have business read business news. No Jane you can’t pay an article that will say Riot will take over MMF! Cuz there are legal consequences Jane. There would be legal consequences for Henry Cavill claiming that his pregnant girlfriend is working for Vertigo Jane. Let it go.

Second for a self proclaimed scientist you’re insanely stupid. It pains ME to having to google the difference between VP of a production company and a producer. As you can see Natalie’s job isn’t to produce a movie or a Tv series ( but Miri Yoon does it- YES AS A P R O D U C E R) . Natalie’s job is in “overseeing the creation and execution of various projects”. Furthermore “VP of a production company works closely with the producers, directors, and other key stakeholders to ensure that the project is completed on time, within budget, and meets the creative vision.”

Lists of things VP of a production company does:

-Budgeting and financial managing

-Scheduling and logistics

-Hiring and managing the production Team

- Risk management

Notice how her job is not to P R O D U C E a Tv show/ movie Jane. Notice how her job is much more complex and serious. “But I work in the industry and no VP works from home”. Notice how all she needs is a cool boss and access to the internet. The job is planning organising and keeping everyone in check. This is why Matthew Miller (the creator behind new NbC show that’s produced by Vertigo) mentioned

N A T A L I E and her T E A M.

Film producer on the other hand is a person who oversees film production. Either employed by a production company or working independently, producers plan and coordinate various aspects of film production, such as selecting the script, coordinating writing, directing, editing, and arranging financing.

“We only care about facts and critical thinking” and the reality is that you all will read this and continue with hateful narrative because you can’t admit that you lied to slander her. These facts don’t fit in your hateful narrative. Don’t worry I will be here to keep reminding all of you over and over again.

[sweetshelluvaau]

Finally, I finished him!

So here he is, the King of Lust himself, Asmodeus! I wanted to take a break from the main cast plus hyperfixation came into play so if I didn't draw Ozzie my brain would have exploded so here we are. I'm putting this under read more because there's a lot of ranting before I get to the notes on the redesign plus pictures to address my points:

To be honest: I don't mind Ozzie's design/outfit in the show. It isn't horrible by any means and there was a time where I could say I even liked it. But when Oops dropped and seeing him without the suit happened, disappointment sunk in.

Are you telling me this man, is a beefcake under that compression suit? The embodiment of lust is jacked and his outfit doesn't show that!?

Seriously Viv, where's the beef?

And while I did say that I did at one time like his design, I never found it really 'sexy' (his voice on the other hand...) and after seeing his beautiful chest all I can do is cry about it.

Also: what is it with Viviziepop and top hats? It's if half of her male cast wears them. It'd make sense for some characters, notability sinners who died in their era that they were popular but it makes no sense for other characters. In this case, I just think Ozzie looks better without one.

Ahem, yeah okay, right, soooo notes:

I noticed one of his earlier looks before the final design he had a longer, thicker and fluffier neck and kinda sad they didn't keep that being it worked with the rooster motif he's suppose to have. I decided to incorporate it back into my design just because I can. Plus, ya know it's fluffy:

I also decided to give him bird feet/chicken legs and make him a bit thicker thighs because excuse me he's part rooster have you seen the meat on those things?!

Because my obsession with his chest, I decided that the outfits should show it off more because, um...chest. Also: FLUFF. idk why I just really wanted to make him fluffy.

The outfit on the right was the one I drew first but I felt it was lacking the regal feel I wanted to go with being he is one of the Deadly Sins and I wanted to show that (along with his chest and fluff but shh). I decided to keep it as a secondary, causal outfit on days off when all you want to just lay on the couch and chill/cuddle with your boyfriend. (likely gonna get rid of the neckless being I mostly just added it because I thought it was funny. If you know, you know.)

After going back at it a second time I decided to go for a burlesque style (Not sure if I nailed it or not) considering his club sorta had that theme going for it and while I'm more than likely going to revisit and change a few things later on, I overall love how the outfit came out.

And of course, a crown. I may get rid of the fire/flaming top in later drawings but I thought it was cool at the time.

I may still revisit the design to maybe add a bit more bull, goat and possible dragon to his design outside of the heads but I think I may save that for when I cerate his full demon form where I'll have those features stand out more. Likely won't have him have his tiny form in my au, no matter how cute it is.

not really a design note persay but kinda want to mention it because it bothers me: I drew/inked and colored both of these at different times which is why the anatomy and coloring is so different from each other. I'm still playing around with clip studio paint tho I think the shading style on the right is the one I'm gonna go with for now on.

As for character/lore notes: I really don't like how it feels as if Ozzie (along with some other characters) was defanged in season two plus how they made him, a deadly sin, not feeling all too threating. Granted, Ozzie being nice isn't the problem (being nice doesn't necessarily mean you're a good person plus I do like that the sins do have some virtues like believing in consent being ya know, complexity and what not suppose to be full on evil) and I even have him being one of the nicer Sins in my AU but still can have his dickish moments and hell, he and Fizz are gonna drag your corpse with the amount of roasting they're dishing you about your sex life because god they were so much fun when both them had more bite. Please bring back my chaotic asshole jester gremlin and his rooster boyfriend tag teaming about how much you suck in bed and just being a general nuisances to society plzthx. (plus ya know, Fizz is a Jester his job is roasting people. Not to say he can't have some kindhearted moments. His friendship with Blitzo gives me life and I love the moment with the deaf kid even if you have to question why a kid is doing at a 18+ event to begin with but that's a whole other can of worms.)

While I'm not going with the circus theme that Viv claims she's going for with each Deadly Sin being based off a circus act (which is a fun idea in theory tbh if that idea expanded on outside of a poorly done aesthetic), I kind of like the idea of a magician motif for Ozzie due to his use of fire plus one of his infernal correspondences happens to be illusions, which we kinda saw him do in Ozzie's. I thought it was a cool touch, regardless if that was intentional or not.

Also, apparently it's canon that Fizzarolli is his first romantic relationship and idk that kinda bothers me. Asmodeus is over thousand years old and in biblical lore he's been in a few relationship (plus what happened in the Book of Tobit with Sarah). Why not play around with that? In my AU, he's been in at least two (Lilith and Mammon respectfully, and I'll talk about that at a later time) before but they were all failed relationships, which soured his view on love for a long time until he fell for Fizz. I also headcanon Ozzie being/use to being a bit of a hopeless romantic, as much as he tries to hide it (poorly).

Hey, I drew some half decent hands for once.

Anyways, yeah, here's my version of Ozzie. Next up with be either Stolas (which is less of an rewrite and more of a damn overhaul because holy shit I really had enough of this guy in canon) or perhaps Beelzebub being I got some ideas for her too.

Made with Clip Studio Paint and Photoshop CS6 for final touches. Okay to reblog, Feedback is encourage.

[purrtocol]

🌧️ — In The Rain for you. ೃ࿔*:･

Pairing: Tanaka ryunosuke x Gn!Reader

Prompts: Hurt/comfort, Fluff, Rainy night

Word count: 848

Rain pattered against your window, a rhythmic noise that blended into the background as you sat curled up in your pillow fort, ice cream tub balanced in your lap. You had built this tiny, makeshift sanctuary to shut out the world, to drown out the thoughts swirling in your head.

You weren’t good enough. Not for the people in your life, not for the things you had. And no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself otherwise, that nagging voice inside refused to quiet down.

Tanaka had tried to talk to you earlier, but it had been awkward. You hadn’t known what to say, and he had clearly noticed. When he asked if you wanted to do your usual hangout, you declined, fumbling out some lame excuse that even you didn’t believe. The second you saw the flicker of concern in his eyes, you looked away.

And now, here you were buried in blankets, avoiding everything.

A sudden noise made you pause mid-spoonful. You furrowed your brows and set your ice cream aside, crawling out of the fort and making your way to the window. As soon as you pulled it open, you froze.

you were met with the sight of Tanaka standing in the pouring rain, drenched through, his expression a mix of concern and determination. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of him, looking like a sad puppy.

“…What the hell are you doing?” you finally asked, half amused, half exasperated.

Tanaka grinned up at you like he hadn’t just been caught standing in the rain like a lost puppy. “I had a bad vibe,” he admitted, scratching the back of his head, “and I knew something was wrong when you bailed on me.”

“I told you, I’m fine—”

“No.” He shook his head, cutting you off. “You’re not.”

You sighed, ready to insist again, but before you could, Tanaka launched into a full-on rant.

“You don’t get it, do you?” He gestured wildly, The water falling around him. “You are, like, one of the coolest, kindest, most badass people I’ve ever met, and you don’t even realize it! You make people feel safe just by being around, you’ve got a heart bigger than this entire freaking town, and you’re so damn smart like, scary smart but you still doubt yourself, and it drives me insane!”

Your eyes widened, caught completely off guard.

“You think you’re not good enough?” He huffed, stepping closer, still looking up at you. “Are you kidding me? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me! You put up with all my dumb jokes, you always know what to say when I’m having a bad day, and you light up every damn room you walk into. And yet, here you are, thinking you don’t deserve good things?”

His voice softened, but his expression remained firm. “I don’t know what’s going on in your head, but I need you to hear me. I don’t care what that stupid little voice is telling you… you matter. To me, to everyone. And I’m not leaving until you believe it.”

Your throat felt tight. You had no idea what to say to that.

You bit your lip, glancing at the rain pouring down on him. He was shivering, his nose slightly red from the cold, but he still stood there like he wasn’t planning on moving anytime soon.

“…You’re gonna catch a cold, you idiot,” you mumbled.

“Worth it.” He grinned, though his teeth were definitely chattering.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head as a reluctant smile tugged at your lips. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, you turned away from the window, heading downstairs. The moment you swung the front door open, Tanaka didn’t hesitate, he stepped inside and immediately wrapped you in his arms, picking you up as he spun you in a tight hug.

You yelped. “Tanaka! You’re soaking wet!”

“And now so are you,” he said smugly, pressing his face into your shoulder, his wet clothes sending shivers down your spine. “Payback for making me stand in the rain.”

You both burst into laughter at the absurdity of the moment, but for once, the weight on your heart felt a little lighter. Despite you both being soaked, his embrace was so comforting that it felt like you could finally breathe.

Despite yourself, you laughed, gripping his damp hoodie. “You’re so dumb.”

“And you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met,” he shot back, pulling back just enough to look you in the eyes. “Seriously. No more doubting yourself, okay? You’re stuck with me, and I’m always gonna remind you how much you’re worth.”

The warmth of his words, combined with his genuine affection, melted the last of the doubts you had been carrying.

You leaned your head against his chest, smiling softly and feeling the tension release from your body. For once, you didn’t feel so alone in your own mind. “Thanks, Tanaka. For being you.”

He gave you a little kiss on the forehead. “Always, Y/N. Always.”

A/N: I just feel like this entire scene is so Tanaka… loyal, stubborn, and so in love. Writing this made me appreciate his character even more, and I hope it brings you as much comfort as it did for me! likes/rbs are highly appreciated!

[dandelion-system]

This is such a dumb thing to complain about but my mum is so stupid??

Okay, so I get why she’s doing it. This thing is about getting me to the train station for uni. I live at home and depending on the time of day she’ll drive me to the station to get to uni. But she won’t go too early in the morning or during rush hour in the evening.

She insists on taking me at any other time of day.

I don’t know how to explain to her that actually those are the least helpful times for her to drive me? In the mornings and evenings the bus is jam packed and I’m lucky if I get a seat. Which I need, due to me physical disabilities, but won’t get offered because she was funny about me using my cane and now I don’t take it out anymore (even though I really wish I did.)

And if I do get a seat it’s invariable perching on the edge of an aisle seat, and then the person in the window seat will ask for me to get up while the bus is moving to get past and then I’ll almost fall over because despite coaching my balance, the tachycardia of standing up and doing it on a moving object is not conducive to me staying upright.

I would rather she got over herself and dislike of driving during rush hour than insist she take me during the quiet hours.

Because during the quiet hours I can be independent! I can take the bus because there are always seats to sit in. It makes no difference to me other than a tiny bit of comfort to get the bus or have her drive me. I need the help when she won’t help me.

UGH I know she won’t do it because she has ocd and gets obsessions about crashing the car but honest to god I need her to get over it or shut the hell up because if I had a penny for each time she yelled at me for one of my harmless compulsions (washing my hands) I’d be rich. Like??? I am getting in no one’s way, I am not disrupting anything, maybe I make things like, 2 minutes later? But nooooo my (diagnosed) ocd isn’t something she can be lenient with, yet I have to suffer because of her undiagnosed ocd (not saying it’s not bad, but it’s blindingly obvious and she refuses to seek help for it while knowing it’s interfering with her life.)

Just- she could get over herself and make me feel like less of a burden with the whole ocd stuff, or she could let me use my cane again??? Is it that hard?? She can do what she’s always telling me to do and ‘pull her socks up’ or let me be visibly disabled.

And if I say anything she’ll be like ‘I’m not saying you can’t use it. But if you use it then you’ll look disabled and you’ll lose all of the progress you’ve made’ (I’m gonna be real that progress is going backwards faster without the cane) and blah blah blah more excuses to make me feel bad and make me think it was my idea to not use it, even though I know it’s her getting in my head and I’ll just resent her for it. Can she not just be openly ableist??

Wow this turned into a much bigger rant than I expected

[pignipplez]

I’m gonna screech I’m so awkward and literally deaf and with those things combined make the worse mixture ever to be in physical therapy 😭

Like my back is already crippling from scoliosis I don’t need the tiny speck of self worth I have left crippling too 🤕

I’ve gotten lost 2 TIMES AT THE FUCKING THERAPY OFFICE cuz i couldn’t hear the “follow me” like i feel so bad for the man that has to deal with my bullshit 😭

(one time he left for 10 minutes and then came back sadly having to call my name to times to get my attention to tell me to follow) (he has laughed about this interaction like every single session since dude 💀)

so today I went in and was so awkward cuz the guy was ranting to his coworkers about the new reboot of avatar and he was so giddy about it so I just stood behind him for what felt like 20 minutes cuz I didn’t want to erupt him (even though I’m paying for these sessions and he totally wouldn’t have cared if I interrupted him because I was done with my exercises 🥲)

I WAS WALKING INTO THE BACK ROOM TO DO THIS THINGY AND HE SAID “oh excuse me I forgot your towel be right back” AND I SAID “okay” AND HE WENT TO GO AND GET IT AND WE DID THE AWKWARD THINGY WHERE YOU TRY AND GO ONE WAY BUT THEY GO THE SAME AND WE LIKE LYRICAL DANCED IT WAS SO GRRR IM SOBBING THIS POOR MAN 💔💔

And when he tries to tell a joke I never here him and so I always just dry chuckle so I don’t sound rude because if he has to here me say “what did you say” one more time I think we will both set off a bomb 😢 I bet he’s really funny and I would tell you so if I wasn’t so clinically deaf 🤕

Dude and when I’m laying down I always have to do the “suck on my back” turtle thingy to be able to get myself up and dude this is literally going to be the death of me 😔 you know like the old man gripping your knees or back and having to rock a little bit to get the momentum to get up ☹️💔

Yeah so that’s what I have to do to get up 😭🎉

Would anyone be up to do a spine trade with me 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

It would only cost you the stability of the rest of your internal system 🤗💕

If you all this thanks for listening to my disable rant 🤕🥺🫶

Bye ❤️‍🩹

[mossymultiverse]

warning! Weird Cat(?) ahead

just gonna put a blanket unreality warning. just. just in case.

hi! im moss, my pronouns are they/them and mu/mur/murs, and i travel allll over the place. here, there, some other places as well, sometimes nowhere at all! this blog is.... not exactly a travel journal, but a place for me to put my thoughts on the various realities i find myself experiencing. so.... i guess, sort of a travel journal. uh.

expect memes, slightly panicked summaries of where i am and wtf just happened, mildly rant-y grumblings abt my plan(s) going awry, and maybe even the occasional picture! ....and a lot, i mean a LOT, of reblogs. (tagged #rebog. bc i think im funny.)

i don't usually travel with people, but i'll give them lil intro posts of their own if/when i do. those will be tagged with.... #companion lore!

i'll try to tag most of my posts with the place they're from, but my memory is a bit wacky, so i can't promise it'll be super consistent.

likewise, let me know if you need me to tag anything else, and i'll do my best!

[[ OOC UNDER CUT ]]

my tagging system is a lil.... odd, so. just a heads up- anyting past the #[ ooc divider ] tag is OUT OF CHARACTER. everything in front of it.... is in character. makes sense? good. which means, yes, that unreality warning at the top of this post IS in character. dimension hoppers gotta cover their tracks somehow/silly

anyways. the brainrot continues!! this used to be a pokemon irl rp blog, but is now.... a multifandom oc rp blog. uh. my character (self insert/persona) is a dimension hopper, and therefore will be posting about many, many worlds.

moss is a ~4'3" humanoid with white skin and brown hair. they have four eyes, the left two of which are dark red and the right two of which are dark green. the top pair of eyes is a little smaller than the bottom pair, which sits in a mostly normal human position, just a tiny bit lower. they wear a patchwork jacket, with a green base and many colorful patches, and when in human-dominated areas they wear a red bandana over their top pair of eyes.

as with before, fake discourse (ie fictional world discourse) is ok but i would prefer to keep real discourse off of this blog thank you. otherwise ask whatever tbh, moss is always looking for an excuse to be cryptic and/or annoying

my pronouns are they/them and mu/mur/murs, main is @mosstalon4, enjoy your stay!

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growing up w a sibling who is exponentially better looking than you really does irreparable damage to your self esteem huh

[charlesswife]

times that charles and y/n showed they are couple but keep saying they are not - video

pairing: charles leclerc x f1 driver! reader

summary: after their public kiss, fans went crazy, one of them made a youtube compilation of your favorites formula one drivers being a wholesome couple but saying they are just friends

lowercase indeed

[intro with monotone voice]

hello friends, in this video i'm going to show you how charles lechair and my queen y/n y/l/n are a couple, they can't really deny it, they are so obvious they make me sick, specially after the kiss they had on tv.

[cuts to the video playing in slow mo with the intro of careless whisper]

anyways here we go

we start at the 2022 Met Gala, where our queen decided to bless us with her presence, and who is a few feet from her? Charlito. They both looked stunning as how it is and absolutely angelical together.

they both approach one of the interviewers and while the interviewer was asking y/n about what she was wearing, charles was only giving y/n heart eyes, only looking at her.

you ain't fooling anyone charles, you love her.

"We are here with celebrity icon and Formula One driver y/n y/l/n" the interviewer started, "alongside her, it's Charles Leclerc"

"Hello" I greeted her.

"So tell us a bit about your outfit, who are you wearing?"

I said what I had memorized before the MET, explaining about the dress, the collaboration with the designer, and what the theme means to me. typical questions with typical answers.

"I see you came with Charles Leclerc, was that planned?"

I wasn't surprised about the question, I knew people were gonna ask about Charles, but she was so bold for it. I looked at Charles, who was already looking at me.

"He begged me to come," I said, "he almost cried like a baby," I laughed. Just as I did that, a piece of my hair got in front of my face, before I could fix it, Charles' hand was already doing the job.

"Well, we are glad you did. You guys definitely look good together"

[cuts to second clip]

if you thought that pierre and charles were the gossipers of the grid, you are wrong. it's y/n and charles. whenever they are in the same room, they just look at each other and the telepathy starts.

"it's crazy the way Charles and Y/n understand each other" Lando said to his twitch chat, "like they just know what the other is thinking it's scary."

The comments started to flow, chat wanted examples.

"Like the other day, some of the drivers, we were all talking and out of nowhere Charles just hands her like a hair tie? no idea where he got it from but apparently y/n made this 'face'" he quoted with his fingers, "that she was hot, he's such a simp, he says he always has one for emergencies"

after a few seconds he started ranting again about Charles and Y/n

"they like to judge people too, they might laugh and deny it but it's true-- last week Carlos was doing this dance move thing and immediately charles and y/n look at each other and it looked like they were having a mental conversation, mate they are crazy together," he reads the chat, who was asking more about their relationship, "I don't think they are just friends as they say, but whatever"

[cuts to third clip]

In the picture of Formula One first day, Y/n said her favorite song is Ready for it? by Taylor Swift.

The social media person in charge of Tiktok, Sarah (idk their names this is just made up), followed Charles with a tiny mic and asked him

"Excuse me, what are you listening to?"

Charles took out one of the headphones and asked, "What?"

"The fans want to know what you are listening to"

"Oh! I'm listening to Taylor Swift" he giggled as he showed the screen to the camera. The song being Ready for it?

There is a speed up walk to Y/n in her red suit drinking water. She sees Sarah with camera in hand and waves at her.

She repeated the same question from before, "Excuse me, what song are you listening to?"

"I'm listening to my girl Taylor! Look What You Made Me Do from the Reputation album," as she showed the screen, a message notification could be seen 'Charles ❤️ - iMessage' she turned her phone back to her to take out the notification, "Oops" she turned the phone back to the screen, "Here we go" she said with a smile.

The caption of the video was 'Our ferrari drivers being Taylor fans is a big slay'

[back to main screen]

i rest my case, but we cannot forget about this iconic moment from charles and y/n, this moment lives rent free in my head.

"So for today we are going to give you boards, and we are gonna go who's most likely"

As Y/n got her board, she said, "this should be fun, we know each other pretty well,"

Charles nodded, "I think I know more about you than you about me"

"Is this a challenge, lord Perceval?"

He laughed, "I mean that's the whole point of the video."

"Bring it on, big boy"

The camera was recording the whole interaction. As Charles was doing the intro for the video and explaining what they were doing, Y/n was doodling in her board and erasing stuff.

"I am so ready to crush you," she said.

"Let the best racer win"

"Who's most likely to want to do something spontaneous during the weekend"

Y/n started writing her anser, "Guys, this is pretty obvious," she turned her board around and the words Charles were on it. Charles had the same answer.

"Me. 100%"

"Charles is always wanting to do something over the weekend, I just wanna chill at home with my cat," she explained as she erased the board.

"So true, I have to drag her out of her house sometimes"

"Which reminds me that I need to change my lock or take away your key," with her comment, Charles rolled his eyes.

It went on like that for a few more rounds until the game was other.

"I think we did a good job," Y/n says.

"I think so too," Charles agrred.

"High five," she put her hand up for him so high five her, as he did, he grabbed her hand and pulled her chair closer to him.

The scene was repeated in slow motion with Careless Whisper in the back again.

[outro]

i really need charles and y/n to confirm their relationship so i can be have a nice good night sleep.

dont forget to share, like and comment for more videos of charles and y/n.

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is this...? a new series...? anyways, enjoy this while i start to write the new chapter of UNEM, which i'm hoping to upload by monday.

let me know what you think about this imagine and if youd like to see more of charles x f1 driver! reader! because it is definitely fun writing about it.

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[tfp-enthusiast]

Tiny!Transformers

Starscream

[Thank you! Sorry if it's a little late.]

You where brought to the Nemesis in the middle of the day, Soundwave made an excuse for you at school/work, and you had no clue why

It didn't help that Knockout was laughing the whole drive

"Knockout, what happened?"

Over the com you could hear Breakdown chuckling a bit before answering for KO

"Don't worry, it's nothing big"

Knockout and Breakdown where laughing their asses off from that sentence

Let's say that when you saw what exactly the problem was you had to bite back some laughs

Of course it was some kind of bad pun to the situation, you guessed that but you didn't expect Starscream to be around half the size of your leg

"...Can I ask what happened to you?"

"I don't have to tell you anything!"

Of course he would say that infront of the others

You will just ask him when you're alone with him

Speaking of alone, you could see that Screamer was not only very uncomfortable but he seemed scared of the others, so you decided to ask Soundwave if you could just 'watch over' him at your home

"Don't think you can now treat me like a sparkling or some kind of pet."

You never would but the thought of putting a leash on him or put him in time out for bad behavior made you grin a little bit

But you kept that thought for yourself

For his sake

When you got home, driven by a Vehicon, you took Starscream to your room

"Hope it isn't too messy for you Screamer, I didn't expect visitors."

He thought for a moment if he should take that as some sort of bad joke but choose not too

He trusted you that far

"What do you fleshies do in moments like these? This berth seems very... wierd."

You chuckled a bit before going to your shelve, that stood next to your bed, setting Starscream down and getting out two Nintendos

"We are gonna play some games! You can choose what you want to play."

Starscream choose Super Mario at first, failed a few times and threw your Nintendo almost against the wall, but then he choose animal crossing

It was cute to see him play such a peaceful game

"By the way.. Why are you so small now?*

He let out an semi annoyed sigh before explaining that he found an relic but it seemed to off when touched, it was badly damaged, and it shrinked him

"Shockwave works on it... probably takes his sweet time with it.."

You just listened to his rantings while you both played and sometimes reassred him about what happend

You hated that the Cons where that mean to their own and while you could understand it to some degree, you didn't understand why they blamed almost everything on him

It began to get late and you got tired but didn't want this time to stop

It was very rare to see Starscream relaxed like this and you felt bad for him

But he noticed too that you where tired and even if it mostly doesn't seem like he cares but he does, in fact, care a lot

"Go to recharge now. I can't have you half asleep here."

You just nodded and smiled before getting ready for bed

Starscream laid next to you, seems like he liked the softness of your bed

After some comfortable silence he begann to talk

"Thank you for taking me with you."

You didn't know if he expected that you heard him but you answered none the less

"Of course i did. It's what friends do for each other."

You could see him smile and began to drift off to sleep

THE NEXT MORNING

You got woken up by someone cursing loudly

When you got up and let your eyes adjust to the light you saw Starscream fly around your room with something sticking to his vehicle mode

"Y/n help me! Whatever this is it blocks my ability to transform!"

You where confused but nodded before answering in a groggy state

"Then you have to come here, I will try my best at helping."

Upon looking closer it was a bit of flex tape

Where did he even get it from???

That would be the perfect add 'even stoops alien robots'

Whiile you where with busy not laughing at your own, bad, joke Starscream started looking trough your stuff

"What is this!?"

You watched where he was and saw he was mentioning towards your favorite book

"That's a book, we humans like to read them because they are entertaining and sometimes teach you new things."

Starscream just nodded as if he was taking in the information

Afzer a few seconds he just transformed and flew to where the Nintendos where and picked both up

He gave you one and then turned his on, they learn so fast, and smiled at you

"I want to play again."

You can't say no to that face

So you played the next hours animal crossing and even tried again to play Super Mario but seems like tthis kid of game was just not for him

Tho it was cute to see the joy in his eyes wheen new people joined

But even the best time has to stop

You got an SMS from Soundwave saying that you will be picked up in a few minutes and Starscream will be turned back to his original height

You swear you saw a sad look on his face for a moment

After Starscream was back to normal he treated you better, he did before just not infront of others

It was not all bad, just you missed bit that he seemed so carefree for a while

You still sometimes play animal crossing and he even does when you aren't there, he surprised you one time with an island themed around you and the things you like

[orionsangel86]

Ive been thinking about this post again today after I saw some posts in The Sandman tag that seemed a bit like gatekeeping to me and using the comics as an excuse to make fun of Dreamling shippers.

I usually ignore stuff like that, but I think its worth reminding fans of a few important points.

1. Whilst I highly recommend reading the sandman comics, it is totally not necessary if you just wanna enjoy the show (and not spoil upcoming stories!) As Neil Gaiman has already previously said, Sandman is for EVERYONE regardless of which media you choose to engage with. No gatekeepers allowed!

2. The Sandman universe in the comics is rich and full of super interesting characters and only gets better the further on you read (Overture my beloved fave!) BUT fans of the show DO NOT have all this context and therefore will only want to explore what theyve seen in the show. Don't be dicks pointing out how show fans are somehow wrong for their show based headcanons.

3. If show fans wanna make up headcanons and fan theories that don't fit in with comic book canon that is totally within their right and it is no ones place to mock them for not following comic canon.

4. Learn to live with Dreamling. Yeah look I get it, its a tiny fragment of a story in a much wider multitude of beautiful stories. Yeah it can be frustrating how fandom has "main charactered" Hob Gadling. Just accept that fandom is gonna fandom. Dont like, dont read. Keep scrolling, rant on your own blog OUT OF THE MAIN TAGS if you must. Hell, make an anti dreamling tag if you must waste energy on negativity but please keep the negativity tagged and separate from positive fandom fun.

4. On the Dreamling note, its worth mentioning that Hob Gadling in comic canon is not a really nice person. He is selfish, he makes bad choices, he is rather rude and tends to be on the wrong side of history. He's not very likeable. He says inappropriate things sometimes. He's not what fandom has made him (because fanon Hob is a fandom projection and self insert character more than anything else at this point). That is not an excuse to piss on peoples Hob Gadling headcanons and smugly point out what an ass he is. Its certainly not an excuse to attack people as if liking him makes them morally inferior to you.

5. Honestly though if you're looking for perfect characters you're better off quitting Sandman altogether because literally all characters in the comic are flawed especially Dream. He's THE problematic fave. He's a bit of an asshole, even though we love him. Tbh even comic Dream and Hob are made for each other in that respect.

6. The show is not the comic. I feel like this should be obvious, but its very clear that the show is telling a kinder story than the comic. The characters are far more likeable already and a lot of the more eyebrow raising stuff (such as Desire raping Unity) has been removed. Therefore anyone using the comic character flaws to somehow justify why Dreamling shippers are morons and their faves are assholes is just a dick. Let show fans enjoy what the show has presented to them.

7. At the end of the day, let people have their fun. The Sandman is an ideal fandom sandbox in that the world is rich and full of potential and a beautiful source for creative inspiration. Fans wanna play in this sandbox and make up their own fun ideas and stories and that is a wonderful thing.

Don't piss in the fucking sandbox.

[thatblackravenclaw]

The Jealousy Game

Masterlist

Draco Malfoy x slytherin!fem!reader

word count: 991

warning(s): cursing, tiny bit of angst, tiny bit of fluff, reader doesn't like Pansy, two stubborn idiots

reader wears this dress to the yule ball but you can choose something else if you want:

“I’m not playing this game with him Zabini.” I say with exhaust.

“You started the game! How are you not playing?”

“Because I gave up long ago. I just wanted him, and he wanted me to chase, and I never chase. I get chased, so I’m done. When he stops being a bitch let me know.” I say while turning and walking to my room.

I go to my room to get a break from all things Malfoy until I remember that I share a room with his number 1 fan. I’m in there all but 10 seconds before she goes on one of her little rants.

“He asked me to the ball.”

I freeze. I feel my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach. He could’ve gone with anyone else.

“I think I’m gonna go with pink. Not really my favorite color but I think Draco will like it.”

I begin to zone out. The son of a bitch asked out my roommate. Okay.

I make up some bullshit excuse to Pansy and go back to the common area. Blaise is sat there with Draco and Crabbe, looking annoyed and bored as ever. He might not like this idea, but I know it’ll make me smile.

“Blaise?” I feign a demure tone.

He looks back at me. He knows something is up. I can tell by the look in his eyes.

“Yes Miss l/n?”

I walk in front of him and sit on his lip, very thankful that he’s on the end but next to Draco. I wrap my arm around his shoulder and look in his eyes. Giving off the best “in love” look I can muster.

“Would you mind accompanying me to the yule ball this weekend?”

My eyes shift to Draco real quick. His nostrils flare.

“I’d be delighted.” He teases. Only a tone him and I pick up on.

Draco gets up in a huff which in turn makes me smile. Crabbe goes after him like the little follower that he is.

When I’m sure we're alone I get off of Blaise's lap and sit next to him.

"Thought you were tired of playing games with him?"

"I'm tired of playing his game. I’m glad you said yes.”

“Only because I’m tired of both of y’all. The quicker you guys date, the quicker your games end. So, why did you make this big declaration of love in front of them?”

“Because he asked pug face to the dance. I know he only did it to try and make me jealous, so I asked out his best friend.” I say with a shrug.

“And what makes you think that I’m his best friend?”

“Considering the way he looked when I asked you, I would say that you’re his best friend.”

“He does that with everyone that asks you out.”

I roll my eyes at this.

“I’m wearing pink, but you don’t have to. Just wear your black dress robes.”

“Yes ma’am.”

-.-.-.-.-

The night of the ball

I’m glad Pansy left before me. A moment of peace before I have to see her with Draco. The longer I stare in the mirror the more confident I feel. It’s probably a big dress for this event, but go big or go home right?

There’s a knock on my door who I assume is Blaise, so I tell him to come in. I turn around when I hear the door close.

“Wow. You look great y/n.” He says with what I sense is pure sincerity in his voice.

“Mm, you’re not in love with me too, are you?”

“You wish. Come on. Everyone is downstairs.” He says with his hand out.

I give him mine and we walk out the door. I’m not going to lie, I’m quite nervous but I’m confident this is gonna work.

Once we make it to the staircase, I peak around the corner, making sure that everyone is down there. I look back at Blaise. He squeezes my hand, and we start walking down the stairs. I feel everyone’s eyes on us. I look subtly look for a certain blonde and sure enough he’s next to Miss Frilly Pepto Bismol and look directly at me.

Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Blaise leans his mouth towards my ear.

“Now what?” He asks.

I lean back and look into his eyes.

“We dance.” I smile and then drag him into the dance floor.

-.-.-.-

I don’t remember a time where I’ve had so much fun. At some point I just completely stopped paying attention to Draco. That was until a slow song began to play.

Blaise guides my hands to his shoulders and then his rests on my waist. I give him a puzzled look and he tells me to just trust him, and I do.

As we sway, I move my head to lay on his shoulder.

“I don’t think your plan is working.” I murmur to him.

We sway for a few more seconds before I feel a hand grab my arm. I’m about to fight back when I realize who it is. He brings us outside and I take this as my chance to move out of his grip.

“What do you want ferret.” I ask.

“My best friend, really?”

“My roommate, really?” I ask in an equally irritated tone.

“I’m not playing this game with you anymore.” He says, looking away from me.

“You’re just mad that I’m winning.”

No words about spoken for about a minute. The anger in his eyes disappearing with each passing second.

“Can we start over?” He asks without breaking eye contact. They soften completely when he gets the words out.

“Will you admit I won?” I say as I raise one eyebrow.

“I’ll consider it.”

“Me too.” I reply with a smirk. He matches it.

He holds out his hand. I grab it and we return to our house.

[vwritesaus]

I cannot WAIT to read your Thomas Grief Fic, but I feel a little bad because I also have begun a Thomas Grief Fic 😅 I'm so pumped though I feel like a lot of Thomas-related things got SUPER brushed off and it was ridiculous since he was probably the most impacted person by the main TLH deaths??? He deserves better ugh lol

gasp, excuse me you're also writing a thomas grief fic??? mate you better tag me in that shit when you post it, i need to read it so badly. there fr needs to be more thomas grieving fics bc you're so right—he deserves better. that was precisely my main thought when i first starting writing this fic eugh

and i guess it's up to us fic writers to see that's it done huh? the more the merrier i say. our boy deserves justice. tbh most of the tlh characters do :'(

"I feel like a lot of Thomas-related things got SUPER brushed off and it was ridiculous since he was probably the most impacted person by the main TLH deaths???" —SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK ! ! ! !

yes. like intermission: grief, for example, was mainly cordelia mourning james's and matthew's disappearance into edom (which is fine. seriously, it is) but thomas got a tiny mention about how he was the last of the merry thieves in this world (london) and how alone he must feel. that just straight up broke my heart, but then it doesn't really get mentioned again?? so am i gonna delve into that a bit more in this fic? absolutely. and that's not to mention the severe lack of grieving at/mention of the fucking funeral. if livvy and robert can have theirs in tda, christopher can damn well have his in this fic

tbh there's gonna be a lot i address in this fic, you mark my words. there's just so much to say, y'know????? whether i do it successfully is another matter, but i'm gonna bloody well try

anyway, sorry for the rant, and i'm so happy you're excited for the fic, thank you!! i'm excited for yours too so please lmk when you drop it ♡

[eternqlvestigiql]

Okay I’m gonna rant. Listen up, ya’ll. This is my take. I’m not gonna be like, “Don’t send any hate to me, I can’t handle it” because you should be mature enough to know not to send someone hate if you’re a fucking social media user.

Also, I’m sorry if my grammar is pathetic I haven’t been touching it up for a while 🥲 please forgive me.

And absolutely no offence to anyone. You dis/liking a character is completely under your authority! :)

(Jeez I made this rant a bit too personal, I apologise in advance. 😭)

With that said, I’ll begin.

I see everyone all over the Internet that’s just like, “I hate Abuela, she treated Mirabel like hot trash. Her past trauma is not a reason for her to do so.” Yes, she treated Mirabel like hot trash and her past trauma is not an excuse for that behaviour of hers. But I don’t understand why people just stop there and proceed to just hate her instead of trying to understand something.

And I fucking hate the way people just divide characters into two columns where one they absolutely love and the other they absolutely hate. So they’ll just start thinking more and more about the characteristics and personalities of their favs and then just shit on the ones they hate without a logical base.

Yes she treated Mirabel like hot trash. And when I tell you I hated that scene. I fucking mean it. I hated it, with every fibre of my heart, with every micrometer of my body, I fucking hated her in that scene. I hated her.

But, do you guys realise that’s the whole damn point of her character? She’s such a good representation of some of our older family members. And I’m not going to generalise, but almost all of us have been there where our elders pressure us to the point we burnout to death but still keep going out of love, respect and fear for our family. For our elders. And when we open up about the fact that they have favourites, or the fact they’re pressuring us, or even point out a tiny mistake of theirs, they fucking hate it. And they say we’re talking back or disrespecting them. Because they lived a life longer than you, there’s no way they can make even a teeny tiny error, right?

Well, that’s their logic. Again, I don’t want to generalise. But when I talk about this with my friends, almost all of the agree to this. Almost every. single. one of them.

And they just never will admit to making a mistake. No, they have egos possibly larger than this universe which will just make them act like they’re these perfect human beings that won’t make mistakes. At all. And no! I’m not disrespecting you by pointing out a mistake. Yes, thank you for taking care me since my first day on this planet. Thank you for working hard and earning to feed me and some others and to spend on my education. I really, truly, am grateful for that. But that doesn’t make you incapable of making a mistake.

And, for them, it’s either you do your best or your worst. And that’s it. There’s never a “It’s okay, you have a limit. Don’t push yourself. Rest now.” No, it’s always “Either you’re your best version or your worthless. That’s all you are.”

This is what Abuela’s character is. You could see her controlling mannerism in so many scenes, like her telling Pepa to control her emotions and get rid of a cloud, which at one point is just tough as hell, no matter how much of a pro you are at controlling your emotions; and the way she picks out just the white flower from Isabella’s hair during the scene where she’s asks Dolores for a good day for Mariano’s proposal, because she’s supposed to be perfect. Or even the way she just thought Bruno was the bad guy (just like the rest of the town) just because he told them what he saw in his visions. She was that kind of parent. The one that keeps pushing her kids to the point they burnout. And she doesn’t even realise it, because she’s so blinded by her priority to keep the magic safe so that they prosper.

She took this oath to serve her community and protect them and make sure nothing happens to the magic that came to her hands. Her main intention was to protect the magic, so much so she was completely blind to the fact that her kids and grandkids were humans with physiological limits.

And she started completely taking it out on her own granddaughter when the magic was becoming weak. Just because she saw a vision and didn’t take the time to understand it carefully. And that was when we saw the entire house fall apart. When she was shitting on Mirabel like that, because she didn’t have a gift and the assumption from the vision that Mirabel’s the reason the magic was dying.

BUT

Maybe you guys didn’t notice Abuela’s face when Mirabel confronted her. She wasn’t angry anymore. It was more of a guilty shock. (The only reason I’m calling it guilt was that’s kind of the only way her apology would make sense to me). That was probably when she realised she was at fault.

And at least she realised her mistake. And she apologised. She sincerely apologised. For an actual catastrophe that she caused without knowledge. She accepted her mistake. And she apologised (to Mirabel first, then her entire family) for her mistake. She admitted that she pushed her kids beyond their limit. She fucking admitted it.

AND I LOVE THAT ARCH! You know why? Because she’s a 70+ woman who could’ve possibly said a sorry in the most casual manner by using her past trauma as a reason for her actions or just the simple fact that she’s lived longer or whatever shit. But she didn’t. And if you have the kind of elders whom I spoke about in the previous paras, then you probably know how hard it must be to even try to get an apology out of them. Like jeez, it’s not even that hard. Nor is it shameful. Idk why they find it so hard to apologise to their younger ones. Like bro, do you realise that’s a much bigger, a better and quite a respectable move than being a total *** and not apologising?

And maybe her arch was kinda dry and took place in a really short span amidst the plot, but the amount of hate she’s receiving is a bit too much. She had quite a respectable arch, and I think that’s pretty cool.

So, in conclusion, I don’t like Abuela, nor do I hate her. But she’s getting too much hate in spite of having a pretty decent redemption arch. And I thought I’d just get my point straight. :)

[icequeenbae]

Stay with Me (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Long-distance relationship, established relationship, grumpy Baek, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, upset sex (is there such a thing), oral (f receiving), consent is not explicitly stated but implied

Word Count: ~2.6k

Summary: Baekhyun was upset because you had to leave again. His frustration made things escalate to an unexpected extent. He might’ve just wanted to make you late for the plane though.

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Let’s celebrate my first ‘writing comeback’ anniversary together ❤❤❤  [February 17, 2020 – forever]

Author’s Note: Soooo… This was actually the first fic I wrote after many years of my writer’s coma. Wasn’t going to post it, but it’s important to save the date. A year ago during a business trip I was listening to Baekhyun’s ‘Stay Up’ in the backseat of a cab, and it suddenly got to me in a very new and profound way. As soon as I got to the hotel, the doc was created. Countless sleepless nights later, I can admit that I haven’t really stopped writing ever since.

Baekhyun isn’t just my bias or my favourite character to write, he’s so much more special to me than that. I’m not sure how long this journey is going to last or where it leads me, but so far he’s gifted me with one full year of this magic. He’ll always have a precious spot in my heart 🤍

Okay, done with the sappy times now (no). As usual – big thanks to @baekshoney​​​ for having a look, and I hope you guys enjoy this little oneshot!

This was one of those days. One of the days you hated, and Baekhyun didn’t do much to make it better for you. On the contrary, he was sulking since early morning. First, because you’d left him alone in bed and he woke up being cold. Then he just kept getting annoyed with everything. Why were you having coffee for breakfast again, when you should sleep on the plane? Why weren’t you packing snacks, when the airport food always made your stomach upset? You should’ve definitely worn one of his hoodies, since none of yours were warm and comfy enough, did he have to remind you?

Yes, this was the day you had to fly back home, leaving him behind once again. Which was exactly what brought his tsundere ways to the surface. He was just… upset.

‘Baby, it’s not the first time I’m going home, I’ll be fine,’ you grinned at his grumpy expression and poured him a cup of coffee as soon as he sat his butt down on the kitchen stool.

Baekhyun wasn’t exactly subtle in how he felt about you going away. The two of you had been doing this ‘long-distance thing’ since the very beginning of your relationship. You’d met during your first ever trip to Korea around two years ago and instantly clicked – just like that – not spending a single day without at least a quick message exchange with one another.

It was tough at times. There was no way for you to see each other more frequently, and you were often apart for months. Granted, you were keeping in touch religiously – texting every single day, having video calls every other night (whenever you could manage the schedules and time zones), posting ambiguous pictures on social media only for each other to understand. Still, you missed each other so terribly…

‘I don’t understand why you have to go anyway, you can just stay here with me,’ Baekhyun grumbled, eyeing the kitchen floor with a frown. You pursed your lips to contain the coo about to fly out of your mouth at how cute he was, pouting and complaining. Like an angry little bird. Before you could stop yourself, you reached out your hand and ruffled his already messy bedroom hair.

The way his nose scrunched up meant he wasn't in the mood to be playful. You sighed and leaned on the corner of the kitchen table.

‘You know I have work to get back to, Bae, I can’t be on vacation all year long.’

He was being rather childish about your departure, especially when you were already fully dressed and ready to go. The only thing stalling you was that Chanyeol, who insisted on being your ride to the airport today, hadn’t come to pick you up just yet, giving you some time to smooth over your boyfriend’s feathers.

Truth be told, you were only holding up the appearances for him. It was very possible that you were even more upset about having to go than he was. In fact, every time your week or two together were nearing an end, you felt nauseous at the thought that you wouldn’t be able to see his face, or hold his hand, or feel his warm breath on your skin, or kiss the tiny mole on his cheek.

In all honesty, you were... a mess. You only displayed yourself as calm and collected during your goodbyes because you knew his moodiness was merely a tactic to conceal his pain. So, you tucked your own feelings away to make it a bit more manageable for him. In reality, you broke down as soon as you arrived home and walked into your lifeless apartment. Each time, you had to find excuses and avoid talking to him via video messengers during those initial weeks, pretending to suddenly be swamped at work. You realized that seeing your eyes all red and puffy from crying every night would most definitely break his heart and worsen his longing. That you knew, because seeing him unhappy was excruciating. You wanted more than anything to deliver him from any further suffering.

It took all of your self-restraint not to reach out for his warm embrace or let the tears flow freely. He’d probably not let you go then, always telling you to just stay with him anyways. But you were both adults and had commitments, although hundreds and thousands of miles apart.

As your eyes were beginning to prick from observing his state and getting overwhelmed with your own feelings, you decided it was safer to move out ten minutes early, despite the call from Yeol not coming through yet. Anything to not let Baekhyun see you cry or cling to him desperately the way you wished to in that moment.

‘Well, you can pout all you want, I’m going to get my stuff,’ you said in an airy tone trying to elevate his mood slightly.

‘No.’

He stopped you in your tracks, grabbing your wrist. You gazed at him, confused as to what he meant. He was still looking down, eyebrows knitted together and chest heaving with almost anxious breaths.

‘Bae?’

‘No,’ he repeated, softer this time, but still not making eye contact with you. Instead, he tugged at your wrist and pulled you closer to him. You felt his grasp weaken until your wrist was free, however, your waist was not. His arms snaked around it, and he pulled you into himself, basically nuzzling his face into your chest.

‘Baekhyun?’ You squeaked, doing your best to fight off the goosebumps that littered your skin immediately after the contact. Your body never once asked for permission to react to him, and this time was no exception. His right hand traveled down your spine to the curve of your ass as his nose nudged one of your breasts. You shivered, grabbing at his shoulders, and he suddenly growled, knowing, sensing that your nipples had already perked up underneath the fabric of your bra.

Although he was trying to put you into one of his many oversized hoodies all the time, it was summer, so you were wearing a sundress (like any sane person would). Lucky for Baekhyun, this type of clothing made it even easier for him.

He rose from his seat and hoisted you up so abruptly that you only managed to yelp and grab at his neck for balance. You were then placed on the empty side of the dining table away from the leftover breakfast. Looking down at where your boyfriend’s hands were, you watched him frantically pull your dress up, before coming to your senses and trying to stop him.

‘Bae… What are you doing? Yeol is gonna be here any minute, we can’t just f…ugh!’ You cried out in surprise as he yanked your hips forcefully up to his face, completely ignoring your words. There’s no way he was going to...

‘Baekhyunie, please stop, you know I’m going to be late, what is…’ He didn’t even let you finish your rant, leaving a trail of insistent wet kisses upon the sensitive skin along the panty line while leading up to your protruding hip bone. Breath caught up in your throat, you couldn’t get the rest of the sentence out even if you wanted to. Did you really want to? With his head right there between your thighs, his dark burning eyes looking at you – completely immobilized by him – in the most intense and intimate way possible. His lips were glistening after he ran his tongue over them habitually, and when he leaned in and licked at your still clothed center, you belatedly realized that you weren’t even breathing. The realization only came with the wheezing gasp you’d let out, when your legs wrapped around his head as if on cue. Like fuel to the fire, your responsiveness only spurred him on. You didn’t even have time to realize that your boyfriend had already moved your panties out of the way when his impatient lips were on you again.

‘B- Baekhyun…’ You muttered, reaching your hand down to give pushing his head away a feeble try. ‘We can’t do this now, please stop... the airport…’

His ears seemed deaf to your reluctant pleas as he only employed more of his tongue to make you lose the last bits of your sober mind completely, melting and thrashing underneath his touch. He eased one of your thighs off of his shoulder, pushing it up and spreading you out before diving back in, paying no attention to your increasingly disheveled state.

At this point you could only sob, speech incoherent, all attempts to push him away or close your legs futile. And that alone made him grow feverish with the need to be inside you, to feel you once again before he had to let you go.

He was really good with his mouth, as usual, so by the time one of his hands left your thigh to tease you a little further with his long deft fingers you were so ready to take more that you barely registered the burn of two digits sliding inside. You were still a little sore from the night before, which you’d spent making love for hours on end, knowing that you won’t be touching each other anytime soon. But that was meaningless now.

His tongue expertly swirled around your clit, while his wrist found a familiar angle that always made you get vocal. Your back arched instantly as you cried out his name, barely grasping that you were still tugging at his soft locks and possibly causing discomfort. It was clear that your release was mere seconds away with your legs shaking and inner muscles clenching, and that was exactly where Baekhyun wanted you. Aching for his touch, needing him as much as he needed you. Just the two of you, caught up in the act of lustful desperation.

He’d worked his tongue diligently, almost pushing you over the edge by sucking on your most sensitive spot for just a second, and... then you suddenly felt him pull away.

‘No, no- what?’ You could barely form sentences, let alone complain, but your frenzied tone made his already rock-hard flesh twitch. His pants were down in seconds, and there wasn’t even a thought of pausing to get a condom on or cool off a little bit. You were both on the verge of getting overwhelmed by this passionate longing when... your phone suddenly lit up, indicating an incoming call. Before you could snap out of the moment you were having, Baekhyun had you flat on your back, all slick and ready for him to push inside. And that he did — in one quick and rough movement, filling you up and giving you no time to even make a sound before his hips tested you out with a couple of low amplitude thrusts. The table moved slightly, soft clanking of tableware falling on deaf ears. Meanwhile, Baekhyun grabbed onto your hips, lifting your ass in the air for more control over the penetration.

‘Baek, I swear… You have like 2 minutes before Chan-’ A vicious thrust reached further than before, definitely getting your friend’s name out of your mind for good. And anything else for that matter.

Baekhyun snapped his hips as if he wanted to get as deep as humanly possible, as if he wanted to literally ruin you, and you could only scratch at his forearm while losing yourself in the feeling of his hips colliding with yours and the delectable sounds the action produced.

‘Baby,’ Baekhyun suddenly breathed out hoarsely, eyebrows knitted together as if in pain, ‘I can’t hold it off-’

Hearing his voice so strenuous and somehow vulnerable, you threw your head back and closed your eyes, spreading your legs further apart to allow him to better angle his powerful thrusts.

Your limbs were starting to grow numb and the veins on your neck popped when you moaned, and that’s when Baekhyun let out a strained ‘ah’, holding you in place by the hips to give you his erratic final thrusts.

In that moment you felt like something snapped inside you. Your core was tight around your lover’s cock, your body shaking in pre-orgasmic bliss, and you’d never experienced it this way. You felt so full and content in this moment when he was still moving his hips and groaning stiffly above you, riding out his high. There was nothing else he needed to do to take you along. The sensation of his warmth inside you made you pulsate, wailing so loudly that Baekhyun had to cover your mouth with his palm. He kept going for a bit to prolong your orgasm and let you slowly come back to your senses.

Your eyes stared vacantly at the kitchen ceiling and your throat was dry, although Baekhyun’s hand was still clasped over your mouth. When both of you managed to catch your breath, you just gazed at each other for a few long moments. You were so spent that you couldn’t even read the semi-blank expression on his face. He slowly slipped his palm off of your face, still hovering over your body.

‘Baekhyunie…’ You murmured, touching his cheek gently. He was usually lowkey annoyed whenever you went on to kiss the little mole on his face instead of his lips. This time, however, he only lowered his head further to let you do your thing. You pressed your lips to the tiny dot on his skin, leaning back onto the table to find his eyes with your own.

‘I love you,’ he suddenly whispered in a broken voice, then cleared his throat and started over. ‘I really want you to stay with me.’

It was… bittersweet.

You winced, feeling him pull out, and accepted his help sitting up. Holding your boyfriend close by the shirt, you nudged his nose with yours and looked up to his sad dejected eyes.

‘I know, Bae,’ your voice sounded as uplifting as you could manage. ‘I will find a way to come see you on tour in the next couple of months, I promise.’

Baekhyun was about to say something else if not for the sudden ring of his phone that made both of you snap out of your tiny little world.

‘Dang, I bet it’s Yeol. Pick up!’ You pushed your boyfriend towards the phone and eased down from the table, grabbing the tissues to clean up quickly.

‘Yes,’ Baekhyun responded.

‘Are you two fucking?!’ Your nose scrunched up at Chanyeol’s vulgar shout.

‘Yes?’ At this you paused and smacked Baekhyun’s pec for the shameless (yet truthful) response. ‘Whoa- feisty. Chanyeol-ah, better hang up before you hear her- Ow!’ He raised an arm to defend himself from your playful hits.

‘You realize that if you do not come down in ten you’re most likely missing the flight?’ You heard Chanyeol reply after a frustrated sigh.

‘Not a problem for m-’ Baekhyun was interrupted by your yell.

‘We’re gonna be down in ten, please check the fastest routes to the airport, Yeolie!’

You ran out of the kitchen barely catching Baekhyun’s grumbling as he repeated after you.

‘Yeolie. Why the hell does she even call you that. It’s not like you- What? Shut up, you bastard!’

You smiled to yourself. At least his friends knew how and when to mess with him. If you weren’t there… They got him. He'd be okay. And with that you were happy for now.

A/N:This piece was my reintroduction to writing, and I’d love to hear any type of comments you have^^  Thank you guys for all the interaction and amazing responses so far, I cherish each and every one of them. You're the best <3