#i cant believe you came back but i am once again so thankful

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oh you want me to bring my friends now, hm? pretty girl bodies all soft and flushed with pleasure? pressed together? feeling each other? dripping with so, so much cum?

[81folklore]

i can do it with a broken heart - f1 grid

parings: gn!driver!reader x platonic!f1!grid x ex!jacob elordi

summary: after yn and their ex break up, they carry on as best they can and no one had any idea how bad they were struggling

type: social media au (smau)

notes: george is in this but he does not drive for mercedes, yn does. i also used a mixture of fem and masc pictures because i couldnt decide and thought you could just imagine whatever you wish!!

notes 2: probably the longest fic ive done so far but im pretty proud of it. the time stamps above each section are semi important so i would keep an eye on them!! also i know ive been gone for so long but i do not promise ill be back. alsoooo i know i only included a bit of the grid but i kept getting distracted and then couldn’t figure out how to include everyone!!

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march 2024

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charles oh my god i cant believe my cat is finally the pfp

i have been waiting for YEARS

max yes well you better enjoy it because it’ll change soon and you’ll be back to waiting again.

lando jesus max do you have to use punctuation???

alex be glad he doesnt use captials

oscar one thing at a time lando, we dont want to scare him

max ???

lando anyway

yn mate you ok?

yourname im fine? ur scaring me you never ask how i am

lando yeah but usually your not single

lewis oh no! you and jacob split?

yourname yeah, wasnt working anymore

charles ah im sorry, that must suck😣

yourname i mean it does but its been coming for a long time so its not surprising

fernando hello! yn what is wrong? you always use emotes!

yourname theyre emojis nando, and im fine just a bit lost

fernando do not worry, i will come and find you!

yourname no, i dont mean literally just..we were together for so long i dont really know what to do now you know?

lando i get it, you wanna play tarkov with me???

yourname cheers ill get on now

george let us know if you need anything!

may 2024

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p✌️ was just what we needed this weekend!

thank you to everyone who came out and supported myself and the team and huge thank you to the team for working so hard all weekend⭐️

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mercedesamgf1 mega job this weekend yn👊 *liked by author*

landonorris nice to share the podium with you mate

yourusername same time next race?

user33 loved seeing you back on the podium

user2 absolutely smashing it this season

user21 more podiums please🤲 *liked by author*

user3 fourth podium of the year first p✌️*liked by author*

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*pretend it says after march i changed dates around last min*

august 2024

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did some reading, painting and writing

baked some good food and spent time with some good people, also got a cat…not bad for summer break☀️

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user66 AHHHHHH

yourusername ahhhhhhh

user26 cats name plsplspls

yourusername norman🐱

lukehemmings nice music👍

yourusername woah arent you the guy who wrote mum?!

mercedesamgf1 ready to see you back on the podium

yourusername always!!!!

user74 have you had funnnn??

yourusername yesss!! ive been doing lots of things i enjoy, basically treating every day as my birthday😋

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*was supposed to write them instead of her sorry!! was doing two stories at once and kept getting mixed up😅*

october 2024

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p☝️ for the 3rd time this season, very very pleased

huuuuuge thank you to the team, every single one of you who worked tirelessly over the summer break and every moment since then, these have been for you⭐️

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user55 what a good season to be a yn fan *liked by author*

user6 these races have been incredible to watch, so proud

yourusername ⭐️⭐️

gracieabrams woop woop!!!!

yourusername 😝😝

user2 gracie??

user41 why have we not had any personal photo dumps yet😕😕

user88 right we miss seeing you yn!!

yourusername sorry guys😣ive been suuuper busy working on something i just honestly forgot

user41 NEW PROJECT?? WHEN?? (also pls dont feel bad we love u)

yourusername soon!! (and i love u guys too)

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november 2024

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i cannot believe i get to say this, but my new friend taylor just released a new album and i was able to write a song on the album

im honestly not sure how this came about but i had so much fun writing this and expressing all my thoughts and feelings in a way ive never done before

i poured my life and soul into this song and im so glad taylor is the one who is singing it and really bought it to life

send some love to my friend and go and stream THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT (most importantly i can do it with a broken heart😉)

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taylorswift thank you for trusting me with this song, so much love🤍

yourusername NO THANK YOU!!! i will be forever grateful⭐️⭐️

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charles i feel completely betrayed yn

fernando oh no😟! what did yn do?

charles THEY DIDNT TELL ME THEY WERE WRITING A SONG??

AND WITH TAYLOR SWIFT HOW COULD YOU☹️☹️

yourname sorry charles, surprise?!

charles ill forgive you because its a good song

yourname thank you my life just got infinitely better!

yuki very good song yn! has been on repeat☺️

yourname thanks yuki, glad you like it!!

lando I LOVE IT TOO

but seriously are you ok?!

yourname yeahhh im better now

was just a lot to navigate

lewis glad you found an outlet! but remember you can always talk to any of us

yourname i know and i appreciate it, i really do

alex yn was that twitter thread right?

yourname mate youre going to have to elaborate

alex user56tweetlink

yourname oh pretty much yeah

some things were changed with taylor but not much

fernando just listened to the song yn! very nice👍well done!

yourname thank uu

max good song yn!

now

lando can you please tell me what you meant on your twitch stream!

oscar max is kind of scary

max dont make me talk about that interview next oscar!

[lighteez]

Comforting Sanji

Hello, hello! This one shot is based after the straw hats saved sanji. (it was ep 796 i believe where sanji's sis cuffed his hands) It'll be based on him finally getting his shackles away and it left a terrible scar on his wrists, so once the crew left whole cake island, you got worried over sanji and decided to take care of him after finding out about his past. You comfort him, cook for him, and tend to his wounds while cursing his entire family and the big mom family. (im on ep810 and i just saw the sanji x luffy fight, i was crying an ocean omg, i cant… it broke me seeing luffy and sanji cry) (p.s. IT HAS SPOILERS!! AND READER IS FEMALE!!!)

“SANJI!” You screamed when you saw the crew members return back with Sanji. When he saw you, he looked at you differently, his smile was still warm, but his eyes screamed a different story. He was hurt, he was in pain.

You gripped the railing of the ship angrily, jumping out of the ship and ran towards him and the crew. Hugging them all, you told them that you took care of the ship well and made sure nothing happened to the Thousand Sunny.

Luffy laughed and nodded, “Thanks for ya help, now let's go back and have a feast! This time with our cook’s dishes!” He screamed like always, running back to the ship with Chopper. They were both happy to get their crew mate and friend back on board, the most exciting part? Sanji's delicious food! You on the other hand felt worried that he might be mentally tired, so being the caring person that you are towards your crew members, you tapped Sanji on his shoulder. 

He turned his attention towards you and stopped walking, a curious expression on his face. “What is it? Is something wrong?” He smiled brightly. Taking in a deep breath, you relaxed yourself and spoke up.

“I’m glad you’re back, Sanji. Are you feeling okay now?” You asked, looking into his eyes to make sure he wasn’t lying to you. Seeing him take a deep breath as well, he relaxed his shoulders, or at least tried to relax. He simply nodded, faking another smile. “I know you’re lying to me… You’re mentally exhausted, am I right?” I asked, looking over to the ship as I saw the crew happily waving at us to hurry back so we can leave this weird island. 

Sanji’s smile fell and he looked down at the ground with no facial expression playing on his face. All those horrible memories of the vinsmoke family came back to him, and he knew it was going to take more time to forget them again. “We really can’t lie to ya, huh? You see right through us.” He whispered, taking out his packet of cigarettes only to see that he was done with them. A thought came to mind, that he must’ve chain smoked a lot while being trapped with them. 

“Sanji… I’m sorry all this happened to you. Let’s go back on the ship, I apologize I wasn’t much help.” I frowned, looking at the floor as well. This entire crew are always in their own world, having fun with another, but when their past or traumas come back, they are actually exhausted and worn out. You hadn’t noticed that these wonderful people suffered so much before they all met. It somehow felt like it should be your job to help these people who took you in when you had nowhere to go. 

“It wasn’t your fault, and you always help us.” He smiled and ruffled your hair. You sighed in defeat, even though they say these things, you still feel useless, so you try your best to help around in the ship. Sometimes you would even train with Zoro and try to learn some fighting techniques. “Come on, let’s get out of here now. I don’t like Whole Cake Island.” He physically shivered and walked towards the ship with you following him.

Once on the ship, you all finally set sail to meet up with the other crew members who stayed on Zou Island. The crew was back to being cheerful, loud, funny and completely normal as if nothing ever happened these last couple of days. You ended up hearing all the news from Carrot about Sanji being a Vinsmoke, almost marrying that daughter from Big Mom, and his past. The more she talked about what happened, you became worried and angry. Nami chimed in on the conversation and said that Luffy and Sanji had a big fight.

Looking over to Sanji and Luffy, they seemed perfectly fine dancing and laughing with the others, as if nothing ever happened between them. Letting out a small smile towards Nami you told her to stop bringing up the past, it would only stay in her mind if she keeps remembering and repeating everything that happened. Nami agreed and just began to drink all the booze to lighten up. Carrot followed Luffy and ate all that she could.

Hours went by in a flash and you excused yourself to freshen up. The only ones still up was Brook and Pedro playing songs while Carrot danced with Chopper. Luffy and Nami were knocked out asleep, and of course Luffy was still eating Sanji’s dishes while sleeping. Everything felt good, and right in its place, however; Sanji was stuck in the Kitchen, cooking and cooking away. You already knew that sometimes he cooks whenever his mind is full of thoughts, and considering all that went down, you were sure he was recalling back old memories. 

Instead of going to the bathroom, you headed towards the stairs and walked to the kitchen. Peeping into the window you saw him there cooking multiple different dishes and keeping himself occupied. “Sanji, do you need help? Please rest up, I’ll take care of the cooking.” You came inside and walked up to him, but he didn’t seem to hear you at all as he had a painful expression on his face. Immediately, you turned the stove off and grabbed his hands, pulling him to sit down on the stool.

“Sanji, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you in pain?” You put the back of your hand on his forehead, but he wasn’t running a fever. Sanji snapped out of it and his expression melted. Looking up at you, he had those same eyes from when you saw him coming back to the ship. 

“I’m fine, I was just thinking about things like always. Don’t worry, okay?” He said, taking a deep breath, but you knew he was broken. As you looked down at his wrists you saw scars of some handcuffs and you let out a loud gasp quickly grabbing his hands to scan the injury. 

“How can I not worry?! Your wrists are hurt! Let me go get Cho-” Before you could turn around to get Chopper, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back.

“Don’t… I’m fine, really. These will go away at some point.” He said, referring to the scars.

“Sanji, these will leave a horrible scar. Please, at least let me treat them.” Sanji looked up at you and locked his gaze on you before agreeing with you. “Okay, I’ll go get the first aid kit. Wait here and don’t you dare move a finger.” You warned him before jogging towards the infirmary room to get the first aid kit. Chopper taught you the basics of tending a wound so you knew how to handle this situation. 

Once you gathered the things, you headed back into the kitchen. Sanji was staring at his wrists that were resting on his lap. He looked tired and worn out, how could you comfort him? What can make him feel better and forget all those horrible memories? You want to help him forget and comfort him. Sanji seems so fragile right now, and you wanted to care for him right now, even if it’s just for a night. 

“I’m back, put your wrist on the counter there.” You laid the first aid kit on the counter nearby his extended wrist. Taking out things one by one, you suddenly blurted out, “The Vinsmokes are all assholes. They don’t deserve you at all. May they all get a slow painful death and regret everything!” Anger was building up inside of you as you could only imagine all the shit he has been through since he was a child. 

Surprisingly, Sanji let out a laugh which surprised you. After cleaning his wound he was just looking at you with a smile again, “Thanks for this. I’ll be fine, I swear.” He whispered, but that didn’t calm your anger down one bit as you started wrapping the bandages around his left wrist first.

“I know you’ll be fine, Sanji, but I can’t help it. If I was there with you, I would’ve killed them with my bare hands, they don’t deserve to live at all. Fuck them all and I will pray for their down fall everyday.” Your words flew out of your mouth, saying the most horrendous things about the Vinsmokes. If only he could read your mind, he would hear all the ways you would be torturing them right this moment. Sometimes, horrible people who don’t redeem themselves at all deserve the worst kind of death. 

His right hand grabbed your wrist and gave it a squeeze, “Hey, a lady shouldn't stress her pretty mind out over the past.” He chuckled, as you looked at him, softening your gaze when you guys met each other's gazes. “And you’re kind of squeezing my wrist there.” A small wince came out his lip as you gasped and stopped gripping his injured wrist. 

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize I was hurting you!” Without thinking you grabbed his left hand with caution rubbing his arm gently. “You’re okay, right?” You looked at him with gentleness as he stared at you, clearly surprised that you’re being so careful with him. It was the first time he’s seen you this caring towards him, as if he would break with a gentle touch.

He snapped out of his thoughts and nodded, “Yeah. I’m fine, don’t worry.” He looked back at the stove where the food he was cooking probably got cold now. “I should get back to cooking, I’m sure they’re all waiting for my food now.” He chuckled, getting up from the stool, but you pushed him back down to sit down.

“You’re not going to cook with injured wrists, and plus you need to rest, everyone has to rest.” You sighed, frustrated at him because he didn’t want to rest up and listen to you. “Once I’m done bandaging your right wrist, I’m going to get everyone to sleep. I’ll stay awake to make sure there’s nothing over the horizon, and tomorrow morning I’ll cook breakfast, okay?” You went over your list to him as you grabbed his other hand and cleaned his wound, applying ointment as Sanji said nothing. 

The silence dragged on between you two as you cleaned up his wound. You broke the silence first to say this, “Nami told me what happened with Luffy and you. I didn’t expect that to happen honestly.” A small groan escaped his lips as you took your hands away from his wrist, “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you again?” You asked him as he shakes his head in response. 

“No, you didn’t. I just-” He stopped mid sentence and sighed deeply, “I feel so horrible for doing that to Luffy. I know he forgives me for what I’ve done, but- I should’ve been stronger. Instead I hurt my captain after he took me in as part of his crew. I’m such a horrible fucking-” You quickly covered his mouth with your hand, being worried about him. You didn’t want him to finish that sentence at all.

“Don’t say that, Sanji. You’re not a bad crew mate. I know that you had your reasons, okay? We all know that you would never intentionally hurt Luffy.” You finished talking before removing your hand away from his mouth as he looked at you again, but this time he showed you a sad face. He really does regret what he did. 

“I-I know, but Nami slapped me. She actually thought I would turn my back to them. I feel so bad, I want to take back everything I did and said. I just feel so-” His voice choked up, looking away from you as he bit his lip. Sanji was crying. “So guilty and weak.” His last words hit you like a train, you haven’t seen him cry before and your heart swelled with pain. You don’t like seeing him so hurt or cry.

Again, without thinking, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pulled him into a tight hug. A tear rolled down your eye, crying with him. The pain and guilt he must be going through right now made you want to protect him and the rest of the crew from any kind of harm. You stroked his messy hair, calming him down as he clinged to your shirt like a little kid who had gotten a small paper cut. “There, there… Don’t cry, Sanji dear. I’m here. You’re not a horrible person, okay?” You whispered as your chin rested on top of his head as he hugged you tighter, crying into your shirt.

“I’m sorry for causing everyone harm. I was- I was trapped with that old man and those so-called brothers. They threatened me so many times by saying they will kill people who are important to me and blow my hands away. I felt horrible that I said those words to Luffy and Nami. I didn’t mean them at all, I swear. I almost made a mistake by marrying someone for political reasons and not because I truly loved them.” He cried out loudly, his tears running down his face and staining your shirt. 

Your heart broke into millions of pieces as you held him tighter, probably squeezing the air out of him. You planted kisses on top of his head, reassuring him that he will be safe now, and nothing bad will happen to him ever again. Tears fell down your eyes as well, feeling sympathy towards him as you tried your best to understand how he felt right now in the moment. “It’s okay, Sanji. You had very good reasons, that only proves that you were thinking about us before thinking of yourself. You’re a great guy, I’m sure you’ll find the love of your life out there, so please forget about that. You’re safe now, with us, with your friends.”

In the process of comforting him, your anger rose inside of you, wishing hell upon everyone who harmed Sanji and your crew. Your breathing picked up as you grabbed his cheeks and pulled his head up to make him look at you, your thumbs clearing his tears. “Sanji, dear. I’ll make sure to protect you and the crew. I will do anything in my power to kill all those assholes who made you all feel pain. I swear on my life.” His eyes widened as he tried to not cry again.

“Don’t swear on your life. Everything passed now, we’re all okay now. I’ll be okay.” He leaned into your touch on his cheeks as he held you closer to him. “After a few naps, I will forget all that happened to us. It won’t haunt us again.” Sanji whispered, closing his eyes as he enjoyed your hands on his cheeks, they were warm and tender. You sighed, your gaze falling softly as you saw him enjoying your comfort. 

“Okay, but still. I won’t let this go. I’ll do everything in my power to keep you all safe.” You whispered softly, a small smile creeping up your lips as you stared at him warmly. “Let’s get your wrist wrapped up and you can go to sleep, okay? I’ll clean up the mess and get everyone to sleep in their rooms.” He opened his eyes and looked at you, his eyes were glistening and red from crying so much. You wouldn’t trade this moment between you two for nothing, you knew right there and then that it’ll be your official job to make sure they’re all mentally and physically okay. 

Sanji gulped and looked away from you, “You’re being too kind to me. I should be a man here and help you out.” He chuckled softly as you followed his lead. 

“No, just for right now… Just for tonight, let me take care of you, is that fine?” You asked him as he looked back at you, his stare sent your heart racing. He looked at you so gratefully and tenderly as your heart melted with warmth. 

He didn’t respond at all, he just kept staring at your eyes with a smile. The warmth from his gaze sent your stomach doing flips, you liked this side of him. “Sanij… I should really bandage your wrist now.” Clearing your throat, you went back to his wrist, placing it on the counter as you grabbed the bandages and began wrapping his wrists gently. 

Once you were done, you put the things back into the first aid box, closing it when suddenly Sanji pulled you into a back hug, his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry, but please let me hug you… You’re an angel, y’know that, right?” He whispered against your neck, his arms tightening around your waist, sending a shiver down your spine. A small blush crept up your cheeks as he held you so close.

“I’m not an angel, Sanji. I don’t mind your hugs.” You whispered back, looking down at the counter as he breathed gently against your neck. The atmosphere around you two seemed warm and sweet, you wanted to hug him, but you knew yourself, you would start pampering him and treating him like a lover would. 

The biggest secret you ever kept from the crew is that you started falling in love with Sanji, you didn’t know when, but all you remember is that Sanji showed you his real self. Not his weird perverted self, but the most intimate parts of his life. His eyes shine whenever he talks about the all blue, or whenever you help him out in the kitchen, he gets so excited to teach you new recipes. His interests are rather adorable and you find yourself wanting to learn more about him over time.

“Sanji… Go rest up. You need it.” A small whisper left your lips as he groaned in protest. 

“I’m sorry… I can’t help myself after you comforted me this way.” He whispered as well. “I remembered something, the girl I was going to marry… she sympathized with me like this, but she wasn’t like you. You’re assertive and more- demanding. I just- I apologize if I’m comparing you two” Sanji let out a small grunt, probably regretting what he said.

Something in you felt angry again and almost snapped at him, “Don’t… Just- Stay like this, don’t think about anything or that girl who caused you harm as well. She’s Big Mom’s daughter, I will hate her too for life.” The last sentence left your lips as you shut your mouth and slapped a hand over your lips, realizing what you just said. 

You heard Sanji laugh against your neck, squeezing you softly. “Alright, I get it.” He responded, “You’re gonna fight her too, huh? Two beautiful women fighting over me? That sounds nice.” You became angry again and twisted your body to look straight at him, grabbing his tie and pulling him down towards you.

“Don’t talk about that bitch, I hate her. Understand?” His face was shocked when you did that suddenly. “I’m just protecting my crew mate from harm.” A low grumble left your mouth as he stared at you with wide eyes.

Sanji visibly gulped nervously as he nodded, biting his lip as you pulled him closer to you, “Sanji… I really do care about you and want to keep you safe from here on out. Can I do that?” You asked him, your gaze traveling down to look at his lips as he started blushing. Your head was wrapped around him, but you didn’t want to tell him that you had feelings for him at all.

“S-Sure… I don’t- I don’t mind.” He mumbled, his hands went back to your waist, holding you closer again. The air around you both became stronger and thicker with anticipation. Silence came over you again as your gazes kept wandering around in each other's faces. Your grip tightened around his tie, not wanting to let him go anytime soon. “We… We should clean up.” He said softly, licking his lips.

You didn’t respond at all, not wanting to break this moment between the two of you. All these thoughts that ran through your mind made you wonder what would happen if you really did kiss him right here and then. Would he return the kiss back to you or not? Will he regret it? Does he only think of you as a friend and crew mate only? Is it too soon? You hadn’t moved from the spot at all and neither had him. 

The urge to kiss him was too strong, the urge in general to just confess your feelings to him was unbearable in this moment. “Sanji, go rest up… Uhm- I’ll go now.” You told him, letting him go easily and grabbed the first aid kit, going back to the infirmary to put it away, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you into him again. 

“I don’t know if I’m going crazy or not, but… May I kiss you? If you let me of course.” He was holding you so close to him, his breath fanning near your face as you tried your best to resist kissing him without saying anything. He’s too good to be true. A simple nod came out of you as he sighed, “I need to hear your words, not just a nod. Please.” He begged you, gripping your waist with one hand as the right one came up to caress your cheek, his fingers sliding into your hair as he looked at you with- adoration?

“Yes, please… Just kiss me, Sanji.” Without warning, you leaned in to kiss his lips, wanting to feel his lips on yours now. The second you pressed a kiss to his lips, he held you so close, grabbing the first aid kit and throwing it to the counter, bringing you closer to his body as he kissed you passionately. In that moment, nothing else mattered besides your lips on his, kissing him desperately and filling the kiss with so much love and adoration.

[metalheads-trash-bin]

THIS WILL BE THE LAST TROLLS POST I EVER MAKE.

First off, thank you to those of you that continued to show all the work I make love. Thank you for caring for my work other than Trolls.

Now, onto this post and my final statements about this fandom.

I joined the fandom late, I’d always technically been a part of it but never interacted until about a year or so ago through this site. Immediately I got interaction and a good amount of followers, a lot of people enjoying my work and wanting more.

That “wanting more” slowly became harassment as I got messages every day from a select few people commanding me to continue writing or making fanart. This slowly started to seep into me but was NOT the nail in the coffin. Even as i got handfuls of asks commanding more.

The nail was how the fandom handles abuse and abusers. I am a punk person, to those of you that know my Tiktok i post a LOT of punk content and have gained so much interaction. I am well known in a lot of communities and am even trying to advocate for the people that cant. It is BASE LINE respect to “always believe the victim”. Base line. Yet as soon as a very POPULAR and HIGHLY FOLLOWED creator who is being accused of abuse posts content back showing very explicit conversations and mental breakdowns to embarrass you into silence everyone FLOCKS to them. I had so many friends in this fandom, and as soon as i was publicly HUMILIATED by him for speaking out, i was being blocked. Some of the people i used to make fanart for and support are now people i look at with fear and disgust. This includes my fans, people who BETRAYED me and did not stand with me. Didnt QUESTION why all of a sudden I deleted everything?

Let me lay things out for you all, FINALLY. Since im fucking PISSED. He BLACKMAILED ME INTO SILENCE. He got his boyfriend to THREATEN ME. And when all was said and done as i was choking on my sobs? He kept the post UP. His post with THOUSANDS of views and comments saying disgusting things about me. Because no one gave a FUCK about the fact that me and my friend both came out about horrors when it came to him and his new boyfriend.

I am so disgusted and disappointed as to how my fans reacted to this all, i had even gotten a dm PRAISING ME for going back into silence. That broke my fucking heart.

Why am i bringing this up now? Because a multitude of his art for Fliff had had messages for me. Which NO ONE but me and my fiance knew about. Dictator barb? Message. Floyd saying insults to riff? Message. Are you all that illiterate to context of someones character? Did the INCEST HE PUT ON HIS TWITTER NOT SAY ANYTHING??? JD and his BROTHER having a threesome, completely naked said NOTHING? And when someone pointed it out he said he didnt give a shit.

No one gave a FUCK. I have so much dirt on one of his friends i used to ADORE that i will never utter even though he also fucking abandoned me because he knew him longer and believed i was the wailing banshee.

So overall, trolls fandom, get your FUCKING ACT STRAIGHT. About victims. And about context.

I am a HUMAN BEING. My callout was not something to laugh at and silence just because you like the PORN he draws.

He’s once again posting after i was able to get him to fuck off from this fandom for almost a year. The relief i felt for that year was bliss. And now? I can barely fucking breathe. Once again i feel trapped.

So FUCK YOU ALL.

Have a fucking ANGRY and HURT tw of self harm under this sentence.

Good riddance, Trolls fandom. This is the last i will utter a word about the fandom or my experience. I am so disappointed.

[mattssidehoe]

౨ৎ can’t sleep-chris sturniolo ౨ৎ

summary: its 2 am and you cant sleep so you go to chrises room..

warnings: a bit of cursing

an: y’all i’m getting better at writing😋

you are having a sleepover with nick. its already 2 am and you still couldn’t sleep. so you decided to go to chris’s room because you knew he always stayed up to 3 am or longer. but not this time. when you entered his room he was already sleeping so you woke him up.

"chris?", you whispered quietly. "hm?" he mumbles slightly. his eyes were still closed. "are you awake?" "nmm" he grunded still trying to sleep. "well i cant sleep so you need to entertain me now." you said energetic. "wha- its 2 am, you woke me up. why dont you talk to nick?"

"because he is asleep duh." "why the hell didnt you talk to him before he was awake? i’m about to go back to sleep." "i only came because usually you are still awake at this time." "well not this time." he said groggily and he tried to close his eyes again.

"no dont you dare to close your eyes." you said too quick. "hmph. fine, then i’m just gonna lay here and try to sleep." he layed back down and turned on the side. "no chris please dont" you whined a bit. "please leave me alone, i dont wanna talk to you." he said with his eyes closed, trying really hard not to open them and yell at you

"would you still sleep when i would tell you something crazy?" you asked him, in hope he would finally stop falling asleep. he stopped and looked at you. "wha-fine, what do you have to say?" he finally spoke, still trying not to fall back asleep. "did you know i’m pregnant with matts kid?" he jolted up slightly, wide eyed. "WH-WHAT?!"

"yes i’m sorry." "wait so my brother is gonna be a dad?" "well i’m going to keep it so yea matts going to be a dad." "when…when did this happen?" " oh know i was over once and he always gave me those pleading eyes." chris was absolutely shocked. "wait so you and my brother-" "yes we fucked so what? we can fuck too if you want?"

"am i dreaming this because this is weird as fuck." "no its all real." " i can’t believe this..he literally slept once with you and now you’re pregnant.is he happy at least?" you almost bursted out laughing because that what you just told him was of course not true. how could he be so stupid and actually believe it.

you ignored his question. "chris?" "y-yeah..?" "should i tell you something?" he was getting worried from what you were gonna say,but he nodded anyway wanting to know. "i’m not fucking pregnant you idiot." "WHAT!" he screamed as he jolted up,grabbing his head. "YOU’RE NOT ACTUALLY PREGNANT!?"

"STOP SCREAMING AND NO I’M NOT!" "JESUS! you gave me a heart attack! why the hell are you doing this to me? for a prank!?" "yes i didnt want you to go to sleep."he slowly layed back down again, still trying to relax after you almaot gave him a heart attack. "so it was all a lie?" "yes." "you had me worried for nothing just to get me not to bed?" "well your fault." you shrugged. "…fine. but dont ever do that again." he then started to close his eyes to go back to sleep. "okay at least let me sleep with you." "what?" his eyes went wide again as he looked in disbelief. "what?" "you-want-you want to sleep in the same bad as me?" "yes, is that a problem?"

"no.." he grumbled as he scooted over a little. "thanks." you said. "mmm." he moved over a bit more, as he was now closer to you. "hey..?" "hm?" he glanced over to you. "uhm could you maybe-" you stopped talking because suddenly it became weird what you wanted to say. "you know what? just forget it?" "no..just say whatever you were gonna say."

"no i think its a bad idea." "just tell me." he scooted over a little closer, and put his arm around you, bringing you even closer. "could you stroke my back a little bit?" he nodded. "sure thing." he moved his left hand under your shirt and began to run his fingers slowly,gently down your back. "thanks that’s relaxing." he slowly kept on stroking your back and he was silent the whole time but you could still notice he was breathing pretty quietly. he kept on continuing for a little bit but then he stopped. "you know..i have to tell you something." "i actually do too." you said. "ladies first." he giggled but he only said that because he was scared to tell you first.

"i love you." you said. he seemed speechless as you told him that, his hand still on your back. "y-you love me?" he mumbled. "yea" you grew nervous because he didn’t said anything back. "do you love me too?" you asked after a while. he nodded almost immediately, as he started to rub your back again. "yes..yes i love you a lot." " great so i justs didnt make a fool out of myself." he giggled a little bit. "goodnight chris." "goodnight y/n"

[mrghostrat]

Okay I cant -- I need to say it out loud.

I am 100% sure, at this point, you are my favourite artist so far. And I have to honestly thank you for a lot of stuff so let me get to the point before my anxiety takes me back --

I came across you less than a month ago. I don't remember if I saw your art before reading your fictions (Mon Horrible Cherì was my first) or the other way around, but both inspired me so much I can't describe it properly. Art itself is my absolute weak spot. In my past years I always struggled working on that, I was never happy with my results, and mostly had drawn to pay bills than for my own happyness. In the end I hated it at the point that every line I drew was a cut on my hand instead of a moment of joy. And that was horrendous.

But then I came across your art, at some point - and I was amazed. Your style is something I wished to achieve years ago, or very similar to that at least, so I was totally into looking for more, and more, and more. I can't produce art of that quality, but for the first time I wasn't envious of another artist's ability and talent, I was just... Amazed. I felt very happy, can't say why, but your style totally fascinated me. It still do. Anytime you post something new it gives me a shot of serotonine, it makes me feel happy and inspires me to get back on my Huion and draw something too. I started to push it through everyday, and in less than a month I grew a lot. You don't know that, but you pushed me into art with a passion I didn't had since I was 16, and I turned 30 couple months ago. Now it gives me joy everytime I draw. It doesn't matter if the art I produce is no good, or if I change my style everytime (I'm trying a lot of styles right now), the only thing that matter is the way I feel when I sit here and just let my inspiration go. And I feel happy. Happy to draw. Happy to experiment. Happy to share. Somehow I don't feel ashamed of my art anymore, and I was for a long time. I improved so much in these weeks. I watched carefully almost all of your timelapses (I am in love with all of them btw) and followed your tutorials more than once. Your examples, the way you work, is just inspirational for me. I've seen someone was thankful to you for the way you use references and says people out there to do it too: I want to thank you for that too. References was a taboo until last month for me, and I was SO wrong! Those helps so much!

So, well. I am not sure I wrote this all correctly, english is not my native language (I'm italian) and I may have done some mistakes, well, I do not care. I just hope I was able to express you my gratitude for all you did for me - I had to let you know how much this means to me everyday.

Oh also: I love every part of your art, but I could stare at your linearts for days and never get bored by that. And the way you color! Don't make me start on that. I could speak for hours. Not sure you'll want that, believe me.

So, thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for making me believe in myself again. Thank you for giving me back my passion. Thank you for reminding me everyday I can draw for myself, for my own happyness. And thank you for making me happy.

You are a great artist.

Thank you! <3

i put off replying to this because i wanted to draw you something, but i just haven't had the energy after work and dont want u to think im ignoring you 😭

but i dont have WORDS. i'm so fucking proud of you. i'm so happy for you. browsing your blog and seeing the sheer amount of art and AUs you're making is so inspiring. your happiness is contagious and i hope you only continue to grow, and continue to foster all that joy for art.

thank you <3

[hangmanssunnies]

Reminders

Summary: Your definition of teasing has changed significantly since you started sleeping with Jake "Hangman" Seresin. The man lived for it. Anything you two were doing, he would find something or some way to tease you.

Pairings: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x AFAB! Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: PWP, Orgasm Denial, thigh worship, BDSM dynamics, Deep throating, Choking, General filth. (Please let me know if there are specifics y'all want mentioned)

A/N: This came to be thanks to @princessphilly, @bradshawsbitch, and @dissonannce thank loves. <3 I went insane. GOD HE JUST IS SO !!!!

"Oh, princess. Why are you crying?"

Fat tears still dripping down your face, you frown. Finally, finding your voice enough to whisper, "I was so close."

"I know you were," Jake sighs as if he is disappointed in you. He even goes so far as to shake his head.

"Please, Jake," You beg.

Jake hums as if he is in thought, his calloused but smooth hands sliding up and down the length of your thighs. Grounding you back in your body, waiting. If Jake even suspected your attention had drifted away from being fully focused on him, he would immediately rectify the situation.

Your eyes are closed for too long, and a hand comes down on your ass hard, making your eyes fly open. You turn your head to look at Jake, giving your best hurt look. You are tempted to stick out a lip, but Jake had grabbed it and held it that way as punishment before, so you bite your lower lip hard instead.

"That's right, let me see those pretty eyes, princess," Jake asks you as he speeds up how his hips are fucking into you. You groan happily and watch Jake fuck you through heavy-lidded eyes, enjoying the build-up again. As you once again get close to the edge, you screw your eyes shut, canting your hips upwards to meet his. Desperately trying to chase that high. However, his hands were on your hips, preventing you from moving.

"Look at me," Jake growls in a low voice. You open your eyes again, catching a peak at Jake's face and he looks pissed. He remains fully seated in you, hissing out a harsh breath as you desperately clench around him, trying to entice him into giving you more.

Jake slaps your ass hard two more times, his big hands then holding your hips tightly in place. The feeling of loss bubbles through you as the arousal in you starts ebbing back to the low burn again. You have to turn your face onto the couch to hide your tears and the broken hiccups that are threatening to fall out of your throat. You whine and try to fight his grip, but Jake pulls out of you and leaves you wanting again.

"I don't know if you've been a good enough girl to cum." He says it gently while petting your back softly. That makes you have an icky achy feeling curl in your stomach. It's not like when he is saying things playfully mean. It sounds like he believes it. You twist awkwardly to look at him more clearly, and his face is just as devastating.

"That's not true," you're telling him, voice breaking to take little gasps between your words.

"What's not true?" he asks you, helping flip you over onto your back. His hands gently trace up to your knees rubbing them before they ghost over your sides and tits, then down your arms.

"I am a good girl, Daddy."

"Is that right?" He responds, raising an eyebrow.

You nod your head, and Jake cups your face affectionately. You let him stroke your cheek, sweetly nuzzling his hand.

"Well, why don't you remind me then, princess?"

"Prove it for you, Daddy?"

Jake's thick thumb traces the shape of your lips, and you purse your lips to kiss the appendage softly. His lips quirk at the sight, but he goes to push away the lingering tears on your cheek instead of pushing his thumb in your mouth like you were expecting. Your mouth had already opened in anticipation, so instead, you are just staring at him wide-eyed and open-mouthed while he took care to rub the salt lines away from your cheeks and eases the puffiness from crying.

"Baby, you've been crying. I think we should just go to bed," Jake says with a sad frown as he strokes your cheek.

"No," you protest with a gasp. Jake just shrugs, which makes you frown harder. You were a good girl, and you wouldn't go to bed before making sure Daddy knew that. You dare to touch him. Settling your hands on him and easing your bodies into a more comfortable position. Pushing Jake back into the leather couch and settling between his thighs.

Maybe Jake liked to tease you so much because of how much he loved to be teased. He never seemed worried that he wasn't going to get what the end result would be, so he was more than happy to enjoy the ride. That's why Jake was so fun to suck off. He was enthralled in every part of the process, never pushing you to get to anything.

You traced shapes on his thighs and pepper kisses there. When your lips graze a spot that makes Jake's muscle jump, you promptly sink your teeth into his skin. Jake gasps in response and is immediately holding out a hand. You thread your fingers with his and lick gentle, teasing kisses and suck. Once you are satisfied, you go looking for the next spot on his beefy thighs that makes his hips shift.

You bite and kiss his thighs until the only thought in your head is the idea of riding them. Jake's hand that's threaded with yours gives a gentle squeeze bringing you back to him again.

"What's going on in your head, princess?"

"I think I'm in love with your thighs."

Jake laughs at that, and the sound is enough to shift your eyes back up to his face. He has that wide, perfect smile that showcases his dimples. You glow at the sight of it, almost feeling like how a cat does in its favorite sunny spot. Then Jake asks softly, "Just my thighs, baby girl?"

"Not just your thighs." You nuzzle higher up his legs and blink up at him exaggeratedly. You ghost your lips over Jake's cock enjoying the breathy moan he makes. Then you sink your teeth higher on the edge of his hip near the base of that V that drove you a little crazy. Jake hisses, and a moment later, your cheek is stinging. Jake frowns at you, his eyebrows drawn tight. The slap, which honestly was louder than it was hard, shook a little bit of the haze from your brain and let sense trickle in.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," You whine, kissing where you had bitten. Jake's frown eases, but his eyes stay narrowed on your face.

"Why are you biting Daddy so hard, princess?" Was I too mean to you?"

"I just get so excited that I'm yours. That it feels like the only thing I can do is—" You don't finish the thought; instead, just nibbling the skin of his hip bone then, not a hard bite this time. You make sure to keep it much softer and playful. Jake shutters at the feeling and nearly whimpers when your hand wraps around his cock.

"I don't mind as long as you're not mad at me, princess," Jake says, his hips lifting a little to follow the movements of your hand. He is still slick from your own juices as he slides in your grip. It makes your head a little dizzy at the thought.

"I want you to know I'm a good girl, Daddy."

"Oh baby," Jake sighs sweetly, obviously worried his teasing had gone too far. Your hand halts its movement, and you lift your head from where you've set it on his thigh.

"I'll remind you, Daddy." You say, licking down his skin until you meet the base of his dick. You nuzzle the hair there. Then you place small kisses up his length until you reach his head. You trail your tongue around him, acquainting yourself with the flavor you two mixed together. It is musky but honestly, with an extra lick of pre leaking from his slit, it is a bit of an intoxicating mix.

"We taste so good," You make sure to tell Jake. You lift your eyes to meet his and have to hold back a grin at how fucked he already looks.

"We always do, don't we?" Jake asks you, squeezing the hand he is still holding. You squeeze back and guide that hand to your neck, encouraging him to steady you there. Jake does, and the moment his hand is around your throat, you don't feel quite as floaty as you were before. You take a moment to breathe deeply, testing the new limits of Jake's hold. His hand it's holding you tight, but enough that you have a boundary. With another breath, you smile up at him, and Jake rewards you with his dimples, guiding you closer to his cock again.

You use your free hands to help you, cupping Jake's balls and holding the base of his dick steady while you lick at his tip again.

"Fuck, I love how you tease me." Jake gasps. That makes you pause, giving him a fuller lick and popping your lips around the tip to give Jake a hard suck. He groans in response.

"Love your mouth, princess. Give me more." It's a command you are more than happy to follow. You start to work Jake in and out of your mouth. Moving the hand you have on his cock, stimulating the areas you aren't ready to squeeze into your mouth or throat yet.

"Fuck take my cock," Jake gasps, using the hand he has on your throat to draw you a bit further down. You moan in the back of your throat in appreciation of his hand tightening on your throat. Jake groans in response to your moan, and his hips nudge forward as well, working him further into your mouth. Relaxing your jaw wider, you lift your tongue a bit to drag over the ridge of his head each time he pulls out.

"Just like that, princess." He moans and starts fucking into your mouth gently. "You are so good." Jake finally groans, pushing into the back of your throat. Hearing the words feel like a little bit of euphoria straight to your brain. You gulp in shallow breaths as Jake slides between your lips.

"Be my good girl. Take a little more." Jake says to your encouragingly. You do as he orders, fighting your gag reflex, letting Jake slide down your throat until your nose meets his hip bone and you are nuzzling the curls there again. Drool is dripping from your mouth, and the tears falling feel soothing. It's lewd, and you have absolutely no care because Jake is calling you a good girl over and over. You're stuffed full of his cock just how you like, and Jake's hand squeezes your throat tight like he is searching to feel himself there.

"Feel me right here," Jake squeezes a tiny bit harder. You start to feel fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, and a smile spreads over your lips as much as you can spread them. Jake's breathing is positively ragged now, coming out in little pants. You whine around his length, nails digging in near one of the spots you bit on his thighs earlier.

Jake eases out of your throat, but only to your mouth, and you gasp around his cock's head, which is still heavy and hot on your tongue. You feel a little less intoxicated now that your brain has the ability to breathe in air that hasn't been wholly tainted by his taste, hair, sweat, or musk. That air doesn't feel right, so the moment you aren't on the verge of passing out, you start desperately sucking Jake's cock again. It's messy and sloppy, and Jake is moaning and twitching. You know he is getting close, and you want it. You are his good girl, and you want him to cum.

You massage his balls and slide him down your throat again entirely of your own volition, humming the whole way. Jake jerks forward at the last second, and his cum is hot and salty down your throat. Holding you in place by your throat while he spends, you meet his green eyes while he hums and groans as another spurt bursts from him. You are a little upset by that, preferring when he leaves the last bit of himself on the tip of your tongue to savor instead.

You whine and try to fight him when he pulls out of your mouth. Jake just tuts, half annoyed and still a bit blissed out look on his face. His hand drops from your throat, and you instantly miss it. Suddenly feeling too empty and insecure. You whimper against Jake's hip, pressing your face there.

"You were so good, princess. So so good." Jake utters while stroking your cheek. You smile and press a soft kiss to Jake's skin.

"I love you," you tell him, voice a little cracked and raw. He sighs happily, just like every time you say it.

"Princess," Jake asks gently, his hands gripping your arms and pulling you up his body.

"Yes, Jake?" You ask with a grin. He settles you on his right thigh and grins lazily at you.

"I love you too," he says, this thumb finding your clit and grazing it

It makes you grind and lean forward to kiss him. Jake's tongue dips into your mouth, searching out the flavor of himself. You groan and roll your hips again his thigh. Jake traces your clit hard, making you pull away from the kiss to pull in a gasping breath.

"You reminded me three things, princess," Jake whispers in your ear, encouraging you to grind down harder on him, and palming your tits now. "One, you love my thighs. Two, I don't remember the last time you rode them. What is the third thing?"

"I don't know, Daddy." You cant your hips harder as Jake bounces his knee, making you gasp.

"Oh, come on. You know, be my smart girl and tell me," he says, kissing the sweet spots on your neck.

"Good girls get to cum?" You ask, hopefully.

Jake's knee stills, and he grins at you before dipping further to bite hard at one of your breasts. "Yes, princess, that's right. They do, but."

"But only when Daddy says," You answer. Jake nods into your skin as his finger finds your clit again, but he is holding you tight so you can't roll your hips anymore.

"Only when I decide so." He confirms, starting to build you up again. And fuck you hope you did enough convincing for Jake to let you come this time.

[spacedlexi]

I am madly in love with your artstyle and its been a big big inspiration for me as of late. Also, what are your thoughts on Jane and Bonnie? Do you like them or not

AAA thank you so much thats so flattering to hear 🥺💕!!

my feelings on jane and bonnie are nuanced just like my opinion on many of twdg characters. but i love twdg for all its messy fucked up characters :) its fun :) so while i dont hate either of them they definitely still do things that piss me off

in janes case, i think her mentorship/sisterhood with clem came more from her guilt about her sister than actually wanting to have this 11 year old around. so while she would teach clem important survival skills, she was also always quick to leave or act selfishly (clems "i thought you believed in me 🥺" always makes me sad). and this is just solidified by her actions in her S3 flashbacks. i do think she TRIES to work with the group, but she just gets in her own way and is never able to fully integrate, especially since the S2 cast is a fucked up mess in and of itself so its understandable. her actions at the end of S2 are born of pure selfishness, leaving a newborn infant in a random freezing vehicle so she could "show clem what kenny was really like" when clem is WELL AWARE of the thread this madman is hanging on to (having already faced the brunt of his frustrations MULTIPLE times at this point, and is desperate not to lose anyone else). she wanted a fight and she got one. i think maybe she told herself it was about saving clem, but honestly i dont think that was really ever her goal. again i just think a lot of her motivation comes out of the guilt of leaving her sister behind, so she saw clem as a second chance to make things right. but depending on clems actions, she can end up on her own without either of them, and jane can be the sister left behind to die. its interesting to see clem kinda pick up janes personality in the first half of S3 now that shes also at a point where she has no one and trusts no one, and is deep down lonely and longing for community. the difference is clem is not selfish (while still caring about self preservation), and actually likes being able to help people when she can. shes more so just afraid of caring for people again to protect herself from what she sees is the inevitable pain of losing them, as opposed to janes "theyre all just gonna bring you down so you should be on your own instead" outlook. but i definitely saw jane (and luke) as a bigger mentor/big sister(/brother) figure to clem than kenny was to her. jane actually taught her how to take care of herself. kenny was just someone from her past she didnt want to let go of

in bonnies case, she can be really horrible to clem if she listened to luke and stayed back instead of trying to grab him, so i'll literally try to save luke just so i dont have to hear it 😭 but also i like the convo her and clem have on the steps if you tried to save him. its an important character moment for clem, being asked what SHE wants instead of what the people around her want, and that she should start thinking about that, which is formative to the decision she makes (or fails to make) at the rest stop. the way bonnie is initially dismissive of carvers behavior i think is supposed to mirror the way clem can be dismissive of kennys behavior after leaving howes. will they come to see the man they once respected is becoming someone unstable? (i used to be in the "kenny might be going crazy but he'd never hurt clem" camp UNTIL i picked the "lee shouldnt have tried to save me 😔" option in the car and kenny threatened to smack her for it AFTER giving it a moment of hesitation so he KNEW what he was saying there. my jaw was dropped. but kenny is just another interesting flawed character in a game of interesting flawed characters (although they Heavily backtracked on the kenny/carver parallels in the S3 flashbacks. you can make the argument hes happier now but idk he cant come back from the threat for me he MEANT that)). bonnie leaving with mike is fucked but understandable, and she can show real concern after clem gets shot before getting chased off by kenny. i hope her and mike are still out there somewhere i dont hate either of them, even tho it was horrible of them to steal ALL of their supplies when they knew they were leaving TWO children behind. like cmon. but overall i liked bonnie :) shes a bit of a mess but i like her for it

in the end i am a twdg woman character forgiver :) i do love all the fucked up ladies its refreshing let them do dumb shit and make mistakes!!! i love mess :)

[littlelalu]

Lego Date | Milo Manheim

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I pull the last bit of my hair into a loose bun, glancing at the mirror. Comfortable but cute. Tonight, my best friend, Milo, and I will be having a lego building date, so I know I shouldn't overdo it on my outfit.

We have been best friends for a while and always hang out when he is not away shooting a movie or something. I had been telling him about my office job trouble and how I have been under a lot of stress, so he planned a chill and relaxing evening for us. He has always been so caring and loving towards me. His personality is really the only reason why I fell in love with him. I haven't told him because I do not want to ruin our friendship.

Before I can lose myself in another thought spiral, my phone buzzes on the counter.

His name lights up the screen, and I can’t help but smile.

"Hey cutie, you on your way?" He asks excitedly.

"Just finished getting ready," I say laughingly, grabbing my keys. "I’ll be there in about 20 minutes, boo."

"Perfect. See you soon!"

He hangs up before I can ask what the surprise is he’s been hinting about all week. A little thrill runs through me as I imagine what it could be.

I grab my jacket and head out the door, the flutter in my chest turning into something warmer. Something hopeful.

Once I arrived at his place, I knocked the door. He almost instantly opened it like he had been waiting near it.

“Y/N! Hi” He says happily. He looked so handsome, yet it was only gray sweats and a Green Day T Shirt.

“Hey Milo. How are you?”

“I feel great now that my bestie is here. Come follow me. I have a surprise for you.”

He grabbed my hand, which made me feel like I had butterflies in my stomach. He led me to his living room. Right in the middle of the room was his living room table covered in a white cloth with 2 lego set boxes, our favorite snacks, and drinks.

“Aww Milo. This is a cute set up”

“Good because it is all for you. I know you told how stressed you have been from work. I figured this is the most I can do for my best friend.”

“You are amazing, Milo. Thank you.” I said as I hugged him. He hugged me and kissed the top of my head.

“Okay. So, I got you a LEGO Heart Ornament because you mentioned to me how you wanted this before.”

“Yes I did! I cant believe you remember that from months ago. What are you going to build?”

“I picked a bouquet of roses. I figured I could use them for decor or something else.”

“Well theyre going to look beautiful.”

Milo and I sat on the floor, opened our boxes and started to build. We began to talk about what has been going on in our lives while we were apart. He was talking about his upcoming Zombies 4 movie and how excited he was to watch it together when it officially comes out. I was just telling him about my work drama, which he seemed invested.

“Done! Look how beautiful my heart ornament looks.”

“Not as beautiful as you.” he said and winked at me. “Anyays, I am done with my roses, too. I think I may actually have a small vase for these. Let me go check.”

Milo left and came back within minutes. Although, when he retuned he in fact did have a vase, but laso brought another box.

“What’s in there?” I asked curiously.

Milo sat on the floor again, put the LEGO flowers in a vase and placed it in the living room table next to me. He then sets down a LEGO message board next to the roses, but the back of the board is facing away from me.

Before I can say anything, he grabs both of my hands and looks into my eyes.

“Y/N. Ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew you were different. You aren’t like other girls. You’re kind and caring. You are probably the only person in the world who knows me so well. I have loved you since I met you, but for the sake of our friendship I remained quiet so I wouldn’t lose you. Every time I have to go, you are alaways in my head thinking about coming home to you. I cannot contain my feelings any longer.” He paused and turned the message board around and it read ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’.

I lightly gasped as I was in shock. His beautiful brown eyes looking straight into mine waiting for me to answer. He flashed me a hopeful smile.

I smiled and said , “Yes! You have no idea how long I been waiting to hear you say that.”

He moved one of his hands to my cheek. He leaned in slowly and we kissed. His lips felt soft. When we kissed it felt like the 4th of July. It was magical. All we knew from that moment on was that he was mine and I was his. There was no other care in the world.

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Note: I have not written fan fiction in forever! Last time was 2016 😩 please let me know what you think

[romancingdaffodils]

Pictures and portraits

ARTIST!WILBUR U MEAN EVERYTHING TO ME I AM UR BIGGEST FAN

sort of out of character wilbur but it’s okaayyyyy

AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

they r gonna be so cute just u wait JUST U WAIT.

NAMED BY JADE !!!!!

2.1k words let’s go raahhhh

Wilbur was perched on the edge of a bench. Leaning forward, tilting his head and moving his legs, he was trying to get the perfect angle. A new painting. A gorgeous willow tree hunched over a deep green pond, the long hair like branches tickling the surface of the water. His sketch was going okay, it was the first time he had experienced true motivation in months. All was well until an oblivious passer by stopped right in front of him. He groaned, not loud enough for you to hear, but loud enough to voice his own frustration. However, what he hadn’t realised was the depth you added to his new piece. A person, who he had to admit looked very sweet, stood examining the same beauty he had seen. He was no longer angry. He began rapidly sketching, it wasn’t quite right to draw a stranger. However, he pushed that to the back of his mind; he’d go over and ask you once he’d finished this. He didn’t need to move, you simply came to him after about 20 minutes. Unaware of his plan, you strolled over the bench to check the pictures you had taken. Nodding at Wilbur, you silently asked ‘am i alright to sit here’. He nodded in return, allowing you to do whatever before he spoke. Quickly, you checked the pictures you had taken. A few had been on a disposable and the rest on your actual camera. Deleting any that weren’t from the right angle, you looked over to Wilbur as you heard him clear your throat.

“Photography?” he said, looking back at you. He gave you a small smile, but he was still trying to figure out how to ask if it was okay he had included you in his art.

“Yeah! You’re an artist?” you replied, gesturing to the pad in his hand. You returned his smile, turning your whole body to face him as you spoke.

“That’s right. Actually, you stepped in just as I was sketching. I hope you don’t mind.” Wilbur quickly turned around the pad as he spoke, revealing the sketch. It was so gorgeous. You looked beautiful, the rough pencil drawing had complimented you more than any camera. You were stood in the centre of the drawing, he had captured you at a 3/4 angle. The disposable camera was visible in your hand, and some how he had managed to enhance your feature’s charm by 1000. Not to mention the immense detail in the background, how perfectly he had captured the scene. You were in complete awe. How could one person have such talent?

“I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all, it’s gorgeous.” you continued to stare at the piece, your eyes only left to look up at Wilbur. “Oh, I don’t know your name. I’m y/n, wow. I cant believe you, like, made that. It’s so pretty, you made me so pretty.” you added, going off on a slight tangent after introducing yourself. You couldn’t help it, the sketch was just too incredible.

“I’m glad you like it.” he responded, his eyes not leaving your bewitched face. “Wilbur,” letting out a soft laugh, he looked down at the pad. He wasn’t sure what had you so hooked, but he was glad. It was good. You had made it so much better.

“Wilbur is a nice name. Are you going to paint it? Or?” you said, finally drawing your attention away from his art. You looked at him, giving him a big smile.

He couldn’t help but return the smile, looking down at you. “Thank you. Yeah, I’m going to paint it. Actually, I’d quite like to take it home. Would you mind, giving me your number or something? I can show you progress. I mean, only if you want to. Maybe so you could send me the pictures you took, so I can get the colouring right. Again, only if you want to.” he was a little proud of his cover up, he just really, really wanted your number.

You had practically started glowing as you reached down for your phone, you showed him your number. “I don’t know it off by heart, sorry.” you said, laughing slightly “And, of course I’ll send over the pictures. I’d be happy to help, you’re so talented.”

He nodded his head, in an attempt to distract himself from your constant compliments. He also retrieved his own phone from his pocket, he typed in your number and sending a quick text to check he had it right. The notification popped up and he smiled, content with successfully having your number. You had returned to admiring the art, eyes flicking between him and the sketch pad.

“You like it that much, huh?” Wil said, tilting his head as he kept looking at you. He couldn’t understand why someone liked his work so much, not that he was complaining.

“You make everything seem so irresistible. You see the world beautifully. How are you able to: capture everything through drawing it’s so incredible?” you sit back after subconsciously leaning closer to get a better look at this piece, and Wilbur. You wouldn’t admit that though.

“I’m not sure, if I’m being quite honest. I’ve been struggling for motivation recently, hated everything I painted, and sketched. So, thank you, for walking into my view because I don’t think I could ever hate this one. Even if I royally fucked it up.” he watched you move back; he sat the sketchbook back in his lap. His eyes flicked around the view he originally had, making sure everything was perfect in his sketch. You almost scream, he doesn’t hate it because you’re there. “Well, I think it’s perfect. Especially the background, you must’ve been here for hours.” you replied, looking back at your camera. Not the disposable, the professional camera you’d spent your life’s savings on. You pick out the best of the pictures and turn to show Wilbur, “How’s this?” you asked, looking over at him.

“Perfect. Thank you. Would you like to go for a walk? I need to stretch my legs. I have been here for hours.” he offered, placing all of his equipment into his bag.

“Yeah, sure.” you replied, pulling your camera over your head and the disposable into your pocket. Your phone was safely tucked in your other pocket, your phone that now had Wilbur’s number saved in it.

He stood up, then offered out his hand to help you stand. He felt a bit stupid, but kept his hand out. You took it as you stood. You looked at him, looked up at him. “Christ, you’re tall.” you laughed lightly as you spoke, shaking your head.

“I get that a lot. 6’6” he said, smiling down at you. He started to walk, his steps far bigger than your own. You picked up the pace to keep up with him, though you didn’t really mind.

“6’6, jesus christ. Sorry. You must get this all the time.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. You’re a photographer? What else do you photograph?” he responded, turning the conversation in a different direction. He craved your voice; he wanted to know you. Slowing down to match your pace, he thought about the way you had complimented his work before. Phrased so beautifully. So genuine. It brought a soft smile to his face.

“I, I work for the newspaper. I go round, and I take pictures whenever I’m wanted. Sometimes I do photoshoots for others - like weddings and stuff, they pay decently. But, I like to take pictures of things I think are pretty. Let me know if you ever want a photoshoot done.” you said, smiling back up at him. Anyone would’ve thought you were a couple, everything felt so natural. You had a feeling Wil would be one of those people you instantly clicked with and would never ever let go. To be honest, from the forty minutes of knowing him, you didn’t want to let go. You’d put across a bit of light flirting, where was the harm. You were semi sure he wouldn’t confront you about it, you were wrong.

“So you think I’m pretty, y/n?” he quipped, his smile had turned into a smirk. He raised his eyebrows at you, waiting for your response.

“Um, uh. I-“ you started, quickly being cut off by his soft laughter. “You’re a cunt!” you complained, this caused him keel over with laughter as he kept walking. He shook his head.

“Y’face was a picture. Maybe I’ll paint it.” he joked, turning back to you after his fit of laughter. “If it makes you feel any better, I think you’re quite pretty too.” he added, eyes boring into the side of your skull.

You were sure you could die in that moment.

“Do you sell your artwork?” you asked, trying to deter the conversation away from the situation. He smiled; he knew exactly what you were doing, but decided he’d go along with it.

“Yeah, I have a little group I’m in. We set up exhibitions, and sell our art. It’s more like a club, we meet up every Wednesday to share our current artwork.” he said, tearing his eyes away from you and looking ahead. He’d probably crash into something if he stared for too long.

“That’s a really cool idea. You make much money?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, I’m kidding. Depends who’s buying, sometimes we bring in a lot. Sometimes we don’t.”

You nodded as he spoke, you understood that. You continued to walk down the gravel path through the park, talking about anything that came to mind. You dreaded the walk coming to an end.

It had been two hours since you met Wilbur, and you were developing the largest crush you’d had since seeing Damon Albarn in the 90s. Your worst fear became a reality, the walk ended. You were stood at the gate to the park, a foot between you. Wil smiled. You smiled.

“It was lovely to meet you, y/n. Can I see you again, tomorrow maybe?” he asked, covering his nerves the best he could. You didn’t notice the way he brushed his knuckles against the palm of his hand. You did notice the little shake in his voice.

“I’d love that. Where do you want to go?” you questioned further, a permanent smile plastered on your face.

“There’s a lovely cafe, not too far away from here. I’ll message you the address. But, is 3 good with you?”

“3 is perfect. I can’t wait.” you said, still beaming up at him. He couldn’t help but return it.

“You’re going to ruin me.” he mumbled to himself, you barely heard it. You tilted your head, obviously confused. He then spoke again, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Bye y/n.”

“Bye Wilbur.”

Neither of you moved, this caused a cacophony of laughter. You pointed and said, “I’m going that way.”

“Let me walk you home.” he replied, he decided he should’ve offered that in the first place.

“Oh, no, it’s okay. You don’t have t-“ you were cut off by him beginning to walk the way you had pointed. You ran a bit to catch up to him, shaking your head. “Rude.” you said, looking up at him.

“Sorry, dove, I won’t walk you home next time. Let you get eaten by a cannibal?” he responded, placing his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah? Where’s this cannibal? I’ll fight him off myself.”

“He’s right next to you.” he said, sarcastically.

You feigned shock and placed the back of your hand to your forehead, gasping. “Noo! Please!!!! Don’t eat me?! Where’s my knight in shining armour?! I am but a fair maiden in need of rescue!”

He laughed, you laughed.

“I lied. I won’t eat you. Not yet, anyway.”

“I’m glad to hear that, I��ll be on the look out for being eaten though.”

“Probably for the best.” he said, watching as you turned a corner. He was walking on the outside of the pavement, closest to the road. He felt like a gentleman.

“I hope you’re not going to stalk me now you know where I live.” you said, jokingly. You were admiring him and it was a little obvious, you didn’t mind though.

“No promises.” he joked back, readjusting the straps of his backpack.

“Do you even live anywhere near here?” you asked, turning another corner as you spoke.

“Yeah, not too far.” he wasn’t lying but he wasn’t exactly telling the truth either, it was about a 40 minute walk from where you were walking now. Fortunately, you had made it to your building.

“This is me.” you said, looking up at him as you stood on the step.

“Flat?”

“Yeah. Everything’s way expensive here.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah. See you tomorrow. Good bye y/n.”

“Good bye Wilbur.” you said, waving him off. He waved back before strolling away. You sprinted up to your flat and immediately collapsed on the couch, screaming into a pillow. You had never been so happy.

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Cant believe CC has occupied a space in my brain for about 7 years. I thought about/drew her so much in primary school that it became impossible for me to forget her and even as i am about to go to Uni she still sits in the corner of my mind giggling to herself. So glad you came back to grace us with your presence once again and I hope your doing well, I genuinely missed your art and thanks for being awesome!

I’m so happy CC has made your brain her home! Thank you so much for following me all this time and for caring about my characters.

I hope you have the best time at uni and I wish you absolute happiness (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

[itadoriposting]

cant fully speak as i am not up to date with the manga so take this with huge spoonful of salt. as devastated as i have been reading the spoilers, i do have some thoughts. while i can 100% see how people find this last chapter frustrating, and agree to an extent, it does feel almost poetic in it's tragedy imo.

more thoughts under the cut

the satosugu of it all? we have to get this out of the way first. the way that both gojo and getu's bodies were used as tools and weapons to fight on the side of what they believed when they were alive, except it's contorted. gojo gets sealed because he's distracted by kenjaku in geto's body, yuuta appears as gojo because they cannot win without him. even if he lost. they were both just figureheads by the time they died, gods for their devotees to bow before. not to mention the toll on people around them, who have to live with this resurrected and came back wrong and yet somehow didn't come back at all because are you really back if you're just a puppet who's only purpose is to be used? they will always be intertwined. (also not to mention the physical appearances of the stitches, gege really went in with that one.)

also kind of love the call back to are you the strongest because you're gojo satoru or are you gojo saturo because you're the strongest? i've seen a few posts about this specifically in the tag and what the answer might reveal itself as. i don't know what it's gonna be, frankly, and i also don't know what i want it to turn out to be. i just know that it's going to be interesting, especially on the note of how gojo was really just a god to most people. he was The Strongest tm because he could do what no one else could. even he didn't really believe he could be defeated. was that because he was gojo saturo, who was at the end of the day permanently a little smug (though not without reason), or because he was the strongest, so he could simply acknowledge the fact? i don't know!

i think that for yuta and yuji and shoko, in particular, to have a chance at feeling any peace it needs to have been worthwhile. they've all sold their souls to win at this point, to beat sukuna, but especially yuta. who did what no-one else would or could fathom. (we do not support or accept any yuta hate on this blog thank u.) i also appreciate that it ties into the overall narrative of both jjk as a whole and the jujutsu society. it's a tragedy, and it's set up as a tragedy. for even the people who exist and live in this world. i hope that yuta doesn't end up dying as a result of this, though i know it's possible if not almost likely. i think there's a great deal of poeticism about a boy haunted by death once again kind of existing between alive and dead. his brain is alive, his body is dead. has he been a little bit dead since the day rika died? is that still why he can face all of this? i hope he gets a good ending, but i'm not really holding my breath for it. also i think the massacre of the higher ups was LONG TIME COMING. they claimed to want to protect the jujutsu world, but they did so at all costs, and honestly they were wrong often. having yuji itadori put to death when he's likely going to be the one to defeat sukuna. absolutely iconic, no notes. also i think killing the higher ups aligns with what gojo wanted most of all. he often said no one is supposed to take the joys of being young away from the youth, and he protected his students. two of which were going to be put to death by the higher ups if he hadn't stepped in. he said that his dream was to build a world where those kind of sorcerers would be able to run a better society, and hey after they defeat sukuna, maybe they will.

i know i'll have more thoughts about gojo giving consent for his body to be used after death, knowing that he was after all the strongest, but my initial thoughts are just that it makes sense, both for gojo as a character and because of the tragedy of the jujutsu world. death always walks beside them, they're always thinking about it. for someone as strong and vital as gojo, it makes sense to make plans for inevitabilities you can't prevent. especially after what happened to riko and how no one could save her, how gojo's first death lead to hers. even yuji, who has been a sorcerer for less than a year, is constantly thinking about death (and has died a fair few times himself). that's so much of the reason that he even joins the jujutsu world. he wants to have a Good Death and he thinks being a jujutsu sorcerer will lead the way for that. maybe gojo also wanted that. a good death where he was still able to serve people, even beyond it. a death that would mean he was able to uphold the society that geto, not radicalised geto but his best friend from high school, would've wanted.

this became a really long rambling essay, sorry to anyone who clicked under the cut expecting like concise expansion. thank you for reading this for this long if you did! like and subscribe for more of me dissecting the fact that gege akutami is absolutely a sadist wearing a chefs hat and we are all overheating in this kitchen

[sparklingself]

hum hi again, i was the anon who wrote about guilt! i wanted to add that EdwardArtSupplyHands wrote a post (Don't Fight Shadows) on Reddit one month ago that is relevant to what I tried to express: "I wholeheartedly believed that I must be “good” before I can imagine myself as good. Before I can accept the lovely things inside myself. How silly isn’t it? I judged myself so harshly. A heavenly day is given to the one who see’s something to love in the mirror. But what a tormenting hell for the one who see’s something to hate and abuse. And so heaven and hell is created by our perceptions of ourselves. I would change my State to something so lovely but then pull myself out of it. I would run back to where I was comfortable. Yes, it was a limiting State but I was used to it. Am I truly enough? I would feel this but ignore it. But in the end, only you alone can truly answer this inside yourself. When you imagine, ask, am I allowed to have this? Only you can truly answer this. Once I started to truly answer “Yes,” with faith, I started to change inside. Even a little faith and quench the fires of doubt. I would wonder, what if I change my State but I fall out of it? What if I feel wonderfully different inside, but I go back to where I just left? My advice is don’t “fix” anything. There is nothing to fix, you are complete. Just get back into the mental State. Yield back into it. Don’t ask a bunch of questions. [...] Remember your brilliance. Try your hardest to remember. It is there within you. I struggled so terribly hard to to accept myself. [...] I came up with every reason to not allow myself the permission to have what I want inside myself. Every reason why I cannot be more brilliant, more kind, more gentle, more loving, more giving. I truly had to stop with all the reasons. When I stopped it, I saw the truth. I was never unworthy, only believed I was. I had faith in that idea of myself. So the idea of worthiness and unworthiness must be thrown out. It is a judgement upon the shadow. Instead of focusing why you cant have this or that, focus on testing it. Test it without judgement upon yourself. You don't need to judge yourself. Test, “Whatsoever you desire, believe you have it and you will.” Don’t read it as “Jesus Christ” the guy said this. Read it as Imagination speaking. Inside here, there is no judgment. There is no interrogation on your worth or qualification. There is no fear. There is only Self. Once you truly see, there is only Self inside, you will feel a deep sustainable peace. I do not know why I grew up in the family I did. But I cannot deny that I can imagine and tested this and it works beautifully. I imagined being free from all their restrictions. Don't question, test it. So if you find yourself leaving your lovely heaven inside yourself and running towards a hell, remember heaven’s doors are always open inside for your return."

i mean, every Edward Art's post is more than worth reading anyway. again, i hope it helps and thanks for helping others with your blog!

❣️thank you

[barbiedha-deactivatingsoon]

I’ve been (mostly) quiet about the show… I know 😙

(Long rant and kind of a spoiler-ish review ahead)

I’m sorry it’s just that I’m soooo HAPPYYYYYY 🤩

🥹🥹🥹

I’m literally crying gosh, the first season was just so beautiful 😭😭😭

I cant believe I’m saying this but Barbie: A Touch of Magic, despite having a lot of elements geared towards young children, is by far the BEST WRITTEN series of the Barbie vlogs universe!!! (In my opinion FYI) No joke!

At first I wasn’t totally sold with the overall theme (magic and pegasus), but I ABSOLUTELY LOVED how they balanced it out with the current canon elements of the universe, and built it up some more without compromising the past events of Barbie’s adventures and the existing lore.

Art style wise, they pretty much continued with the designs from Skipper’s Babysitting Adventure movie, so there’s not much change. The animation is a lot smoother and the detailing is immaculate. Also the colors are a lot more vibrant and saturated than in Dreamhouse Adventures and It Takes Two.

I also love that i got to see Malibu, California being the main setting of this series again. And also lot of important characters from Dreamhouse Adventures made an appearance again. Especially the The Malibu squad and Trey (my beloved) who got back their recurring roles in the episodes

Like the gang was literally back together again. My heart I cant— 😩 ❤️

Rocki the Glyph is a walking disaster lol but her quirkiness is easy to like and she’s hilarious (love that for her)

BUT THE MOST AMAZING THING…

and if you’ve been following me for a while then you know how obsessed I am with Barbie and Ken’s slowburn relationship in this universe.

So I’m so happy to say that the writers finally—FINALLY—did KARBIE JUSTICE!!! They wrote actual storylines that I’m 99% sure will lead to Ken and Barbie’s canon dating era in the series (not half-baked and determinant like in Epic Road Trip)

I would like to thank the queen ANN AUSTEN for a splendid job overseeing this season. I know she had a lot of influence in handling Ken and Barbie’s story in the show.

OMYGOSH you guys have no idea how many times I cried and scream in joy. The plot points and tropes I’ve always wanted Mattel and Mainframe Studios to do for Karbie since I became hooked on this show and universe… THEY. CAME. TRUE 😭

It was like I was holding a bingo card and I was crossing a box out every episode. The was cute, there was sweet, there was even ANGST, lol could you imagine my surprise those specific scenes?!?! 😅

Ugh and don’t get me started when Barbie and Ken finally went out on their FIRST DATE. OMG, that episode was just *chef’s kiss* 💋 🤌 I’m so proud of my babies for finally reaching that stage 🥲

I’m just amazed they finally stopped being super shy about wanting to become more than friends and acknowledging their romantic feelings towards one another and doing something about it.

I guarantee this will make all you long-time Karbie fans very happy once you guys watch the series too. ☺️❤️

[juzorei]

INTERNET BROKE, PEOPLE DIED THROWING THEMSELVES OFF THE WINDOW!

WE BELIEVE IN P'AOF ! 😭🛐🤌🏼

This Ep was soooo sooo good. Actually I admit that I was worried if we wont get any more PatPran. But P'Aof just slapped my face and said "surprise mf!"😭🤌🏼❤ Thats why I love that man. WE CANT EXPECT HIS MOVES I SWEAR!

This was so cute scene. Them making breakfast and all. PRAN MADE OMLETE FOR PAT. YOU GUYS GET IT?! JUST LIKE NON MADE OMLETE FOR OHM IN SAFE HOUSE. Oh my god I dont know if it's sound crazy of me but I AM NOT LEAVING THE TINIEST BIT OF SIMILARITY OF PATPRAN AND OHMNON.

Planting and naming it Pat and Pran's love sprout and fist bumbing. I LOVE THEM. THEY ARE SO AAAHHHHHHH!!!! PatPran is simple yet they are very special. They have this something that only they have. I dont even make sense now. GOD I even doubt my existence after this.

I kinda had an idea that Pat and Pran will play themselves in the play as Tian and Chief. BUT HELL I HAD NO IDEA THEY WILL CHANGE THE ROLE. But common again!! ITS PATPRAN!!! Once again they just broke everything and said there is no top bottom in our relationship!! Sheesh I love that fucking so much!! AND MY BEST BOYS KORN AND WAI!! I am now sure that they are the biggest PatPran shippers. They volunteered to make sure that we are fed well with PatPran kiss.🤣❤ I love how Korn's and Wai's relationship got better to the point they became the besties🤣😂❤ Look at them giving a demo of kiss to PatPran😏😌❤

Yes I miss them so much already and Im gonna miss them forever. But Im so happy. This journey of love has been the best thing happened in my life. Sometimes ill wonder what if I never came across this BL world. I can't imagine that cuz I cant imagine a life without PatPran. I was at my worst when I met PatPran. They became my comfort zone and still they are. They will always be my comfort zone. I am happy that we got to see PatPran story. Im happy and thankful that they allowed us to experience everything with them. We laughed, cried, smiled, screamed and did so many things with them. They gave us a whole lifetime memory. And im gonna hold that memory close to my heart, forever.

Now it's time to send PatPran back to their own world. It's a goodbye yet not a goodbye. Thank you P'Aof, Ohm, Nanon, Jimmy, Drake, Love, Milk, Mark and every single one that made Bad Buddy happen. Everyone!

Ohm and Nanon made PatPran come to life at its best. Like perfectly. The best version of PatPran. Im saying this again that only they can do PatPran. No one else.

I LOVE YOU PATPRAN AND WILL MISS YOU BOTH!❤😭

[joviepog]

Sorry I haven't been as active. I haven't had a good week at all so I'm trying to not project on people but here's an idea because I'm currently crying (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

Wilbur comforting reader when they're crying (because of stress, events that have happened, being made fun of, anything along these lines)

Totally alright if not, and please don't jump on me immediately and start comforting me ❤️

I feel like Wilbur would be the best comforter. <3

Hard days.

Who: Wilbur x reader

Pronouns: non mentioned

Warnings: Crying, cursing, mention of anxiety

Requests: @ax-y10

Anything else: Sorry that this took so long! Hope u liked the end results!

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You sat in your room, looking at all the papers in front of you. The room felt suffocating and the more you sat there, the more you wanted to give up.

You checked the clock behind you, resting your arm on the chair as you turned around.

1 am.

You let out an exhausted sigh and looked back at your work.

The papers from your boss that he had made you do. You hated him. You hated work. You hated yourself.

Why was it always your fault that your boss forgot to pay the bank?

Why was it so hard for your coworkers to just be nice?

Why was it so hard for your parents to be supportive for once?

You could feel the tears starting to flow out of your eyes as you looked at your work. Your boss was using you again. Knowing you needed the money, he always made you do his work for him. And if you missed one thing? You would be threatened to be fired.

Your coworkers made fun of you for everything! Your coworkers even made fun of you for not having your own apartment!

Which you really didn’t mind since your roommate was the kindest person alive.

Not to mentioned your parents.

They were always worried for you because of your anxiety but for some reason, they never believed in you.

God how you wished they would just leave you alone.

We cant anyone just understand?

‘I cant do this anymore..’

you kept thinking. you put your head down on your desk and let the tears flow down.

Your breath was wavering and your eyes were closed. You didnt want to think about them. You didnt want to be a pushover. You didnt want to do this anymore.

You didn’t want to-

There was a knock on the door and your breath hitched

“YN? Everything alright in there?”

You stayed silent

“I made you your favorite drink. I think i got it right this time!”

He chuckled before pausing.

“I’m going to open the door okay?”

This is when you freaked out. your head shot up and your heartbeat quickened.

“Wait! Wilbur, no!”

He opened the door and you wiped away the tears.

His eyes widened as he looked at you. You probably looked horrible.

He sighed and gave you a soft, loving smile.

He placed the steaming cup on the desk and kneeled next to you. He scanned the papers and frowned as he saw the wet spots from the teardrops.

“Yn..”

You were quick to interrupt him.

“I’m fine Wilbur! Thanks for the drink!”

You cringed at the voice crack and he laughed.

Your eyebrow shot up and you couldn’t hide the confusion.

“W-what?”

He cleared his throat, “You suck at this.”

“At what?”

“At lying.”

He grabbed your hands and you gasped at how warm his hands were.

You go up with him and he sat you on the bed.

“I’ll be right back okay?”

You nodded as you grabbed the blanket and covered yourself up.

He gave you a smile and walked out the room.

You closed your eyes and ignored the tears that kept wanting to come out of your eyes.

He came back with some tissues and you smiled at him.

He put them down next to you and sat down next to you.

He didnt say a word; he just hugged you.

He took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You couldn’t help but do the same.

You sank into his hug allowing yourself to cry in his arms.

He hummed a small tune as you cried.

You muttered out hopeless words, asking him why he was helping.

You asked him over and over again but he didn’t give a clear answer. Instead, he said. “Relax. Breath.” So, you did.

He kept humming and you kept taking deep breaths.

Thiswent on for a while.

Actually, you didnt even know how long that went on for. But soon, Wilbur fell asleep.

He was still hugging you. Arms wrapped around you protectively.

You and stopped crying and you had calmed down by the time you realized that it was late.

You tried to get out of Wilbur’s arms to get back to work but he just hugged you tighter. This is when it hit you.

A blush appeared on your face and your heartbeat became quick.

“Wilbur i need to work.”

He pulled you closer.

“No.”

You laughed.

“I do Wil.”

He shook his head softly, “No.”

“Wil-“

He interrupted you, “As your roommate, I’m not allowing you to go.”

“Wilbur I’m going to get fired. You know i cant-“ You started to argue back but he cut you off once more.

“We can worry about that tomorrow, love. Sleep.”You blushed and you hoped that he didnt hear your heartbeat.

“Right… thank you Wil.” He hummed a ‘you’re welcome.’ Before you hear the soft snoring.

You giggled before going to sleep.

Maybe i can do this?

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