#i don't wanna stop using it because it's the only exercise i get and honestly can do

[binch-i-might-be]

my basement neighbour stopped me to ask if I was running my washing machine every day because the neighbours right under me kept hearing something and I was like "well that can't be me because I haven't used my washing machine in like two weeks due to me not wearing much clothes generally" and we agreed that our fucked up top floor neighbours were probably up to some shenanigans

well thinking about it it's probably my walking pad they hear. which is fucked up because idk where to put that thing so they'll not hear it so much. I don't even know if it would fit in my bedroom

[aviradasa]

hey! I stumbled upon your work, and instantly loved it. would it be ok if you could do a Sal fisher x flutter shy! like reader? Im sorry if this doesn’t make sense, but reader who has the same personality as flutter shy and is also good with animals?

Awww, love fluttershy this is a bit short and sweet and lightly proofread i apologize!!

Sal x fluttershy like reader HC

You guys most likely met in school.

Sal almost instantly wanted to try and be your friend because you seemed so sweet.

But you were really, really shy.

So when he first tried to talk to you and you kinda seemed scared or uncomfortable, he automatically figured it was cause of his appearance.

He was kinda sad about it, honestly, but at this point, he was used to it.

But then he found out you were really close with Ash, and he decided to ask her about you.

After sal told her what happened, she burst out laughing. He stood their for like 3 minutes, waiting for her to calm down as she leaned against the locker catcher, her breath with a big ass smile.

"Oh god dude no no no. It's not that she's scared of what you look like she's just scared to talk to people in general. She actually thinks you're pretty dope she just struggles to talk to people. But don't worry, I'll help you." Ash says, patting his back as she continues to chuckle.

It reassures him a little. Ash said she would introduce you guys, which was nice but also a little scary. He did not wanna freak you out.

But once ash does Introduce you guys shit lights up.

You all are besties.

The first time you came to his apartment and saw Gizmo, you almost ran to that cat. Picking him up and talking to him. To sal it was almost like Gizmo understood you.

A lot of the time you guys hang is sal playing games or playing guitar while you play with Gizmo.

It's the only time that cat gets any exercise cause whenever sal tries to wave the shoestring in his face, Gizmo looks at him stupid.

After some time of hanging with Sal, you start to come out of your shell more. Opening up a bit and starting to chat more with others without being as easily spooked off.

And he also learned that you liked to sing. Alot.

He will catch you sometimes. But he knows if he mentions it, you'll stop, and you have such a nice voice, so no way he'll do that.

One day you mentioned how much you wanted to be a singer but didn't have the balls and he convinced you

Somehow

To sing while he plays guitar. It's a nice little bonding moment.

Ash has a picture of you that she just loves so much of you holding gizmo while singing with Sal in the background just looking up at you.

She gave you both copys.copy's.

It was really embarrassing for you. Sal, on the other hand, put that shit in his locker, and it's his favorite picture

Now you are full of surprises. One thing sal didn't expect was for you to have so much build-up rage.

Now, it was the day Travis punched sal, and you weren't having that shit. As soon as Travis's fist collided with sals prosthetic, your backhand made contact with his bare face.

Nobody was expecting you to bitchslap him. After you stuck your finger in his face, almost yelling at him as you back him up against a wall before you actually manage to scream at him.

Jesus Christ.

Once Travis was gone, you went up to sal and Ash back to your normal self.

You never spoke of it again. And they were kind of too scared to ask.

With Sal, you are more open, and the group loves you to death.your love of animals is deeply loved by sal and your hidden anger. (While being a surprise) He kind of found cute cause he never thought you could be capable of it.

If yall do end up dating, expect to end up running around in the woods looking for demons and or raccoons.

We won't get into how you befriended the ghosts or how the red eyed demon won't attack you. ( it's like a little discord fluttershy situation like how they became friends)

Sal gets freaked out when it appears in front of you the first time, and you waved to it while he was trying to figure out how to escape.

After that you had some explaining to do lol.

But back on track, you guys dating is the fluffiest,cutest, toothrotting, lovely, type of relationship you will ever see.

[fictionfawn]

thoughts about abby anderson bc i've been having really bad brain rot (some water polo player!abby)

abby isn’t the biggest fan of large displays of PDA, but she does this thing where she just hovers around you. she never strays too far away from you, so she’s just kind of lurking lol. when you’re walking together, she’ll either put her hand on your shoulder or your back and subtly guide you. (tbh i also do that. gotta treat my babygirl right fr). i don't think you'll hold hands too often, mostly because her hands are kind of sweaty due to her naturally running quite hot. if you try, she'll laugh and say, "don't. my hands are sweaty." like ok? just wipe them off girly, i wanna hold your hand. i think she likes linking arms, though. she eats it up when you hold onto her arm and cling onto her, she loves it. despite not liking pda, she takes every opportunity to subtly touch you. brushing arms when you're walking, touching thighs because you're sitting so close to each other, one hand on your knee, stuff like that. she's seriously borderline clingy, but she's always so gentle. she's so cute omg

i think that abby likes to be pampered. specifically, i think she likes it a lot when you play with her hair. brush it, wash it and tie it when she’s too tired to do it herself. start running your fingers through her hair and massage her scalp and she’s immediately putty in your arms. she’ll most likely insist on doing it herself, but if you push back she’s not going to argue further lol. do what you must, she’ll enjoy it

when it comes to pet names, i think she'll only really use them when there's no one else around. however, occasionally there are times where it'll just slip out. i don't know why, but i think she'll call you bug pfft. she'll come up from behind saying, "there you are, bug. i've been lookin' for you," as she kisses your temple and you can feel her smiling mhmm. if she's taller than you, she likes to rest her chin on your shoulder. wait omg, imagine her calling you trouble. but lorddd she'd use so many nicknames, i think. babe, honey, hun, sweetheart etc etc. the girl has some variety, I’ll give her that

PERSONAL TRAINER ABBY! unfortunately, she can be such a dick lmao. if you're struggling with an exercise or with lifting weights, she'll just be watching you and laughing to herself. "you need some help with that, hun?" and you're whining at her to stop laughing and to hurry up and help you out. but she's so helpful and strong and attractive you can't stay mad at her for too long. like she'd grab your waist and fix your stance and when you get it right she’ll say something like “yeah, that’s it. you got it." she's always gonna encourage you to keep going. she'll really push your limits because she just wants you to do well. but this applies to lots of other things, not just gym. i honestly probably wouldn't be able to go to the gym with her because i'd be distracted by her the entire time. so.

playing fighting with abby. she gets so competitive and will do literally everything in her power to win. she's the furthest thing from a sore loser, thankfylly. she’s very conscious of her strength, so despite the fact that she’s literally able to toss you around like a bag of potatoes, she’s never hurt you by accident. she’d genuinely be so mortified if she thinks she hurt you. will literally sulk about it meanwhile you’re like “abby, I’m fine??”

she's always very relaxed whenever she's around you. i can't say she'd be smiley when there are other people around, but she'll have a kind of pleased and content expression on her face. but when you're alone? oh boy, have fun trying to wipe that cute ass smile off her face, because you can't! she's just very at ease when you're around teehee. her demeanour is a lot less tense than what it may be typically. honestly I think she’d just melt around you

abby isn't the biggest gossip around--if you ask her, she'll just shrug and say that that kind of stuff isn't something she's particularly interested in. however, she is absolutely invested in whatever gossip you have for her, even if she pretends to be nonchalant about it. she'd probably say some bullshit like, "babe, that kind of stuff isn't even worth your time." but then the next time she sees you she asks about it because she wants an update. talks shit but doesn’t consider it to be real gossip. “it’s called a discussion, not gossip.” she’ll say, like a fucking liar

she’s SO invested. always asking for updates, always asking questions. she tries to be subtle but honestly at some I’d think she’d give up and go all in

waterpolo player abby !

you literally cannot drag her away training so as a result she always smells like chlorine. she bitches about it all the time, too.

she’d look stupid as hell wearing the hats lmao i'd call her egghead or something

she definitely complains about how damaged her hair gets from all that swimming she does

idk about you guys but soggy Abby does something to me… like she's wearing her swimming costume and her hairs down and she’s still damp and you can see the water droplets on her skin and AAAAAAHJASHIEDQHV

don’t even try pushing her into the pool because she’ll drag you down with her lmao

she'd definitely be centre forward REAL

she could try drowning me and I wouldn’t really mind tbh. but ik for sure she’s a scary ass player. fast AND strong as hell? I’d be fighting for my life. make sure u don’t get hit in the head by a ball thrown by her bc you’d be asking for a concussion. also she seems like the kind of person who keeps elbowing people?? LMAO

my gay ass needs to be locked up NOW 😟

[radioisntdead]

Just thought about this, but could I request a platonic ask with the Hazbin Crew (or just Charlie and Vaggie) with a frankenstein-esque sinner reader? Stitches all over their limbs, mismatched and it’s a common sight to see their limbs falling off their body and they only sigh before picking it back up?

They’re very nice, just tired and getting fed up/disgruntled with their own body and how it’s scarred, mismatched and always falling apart.

Good evening my dear! I wasn't too sure how to make this into a full oneshot so I made it into headcanons hopefully that's alright!

I actually have a OC very similar to this however she's a ragdoll so taking inspo from that

Hazbin hotel x gn! reader [platonic]

Warnings:

Limbs falling off, Alastor stealing arms

The first time they witnessed you lose a limb it freaked the majority of them out [Alastor only widened his grin because he's creepy like that]

The lot of you were just hanging out and doing a trust fall exercise and poor Sir Pentious was the one to catch you, he was not expecting your limb to just come straight off, like he was holding you and your arm was beside you on the floor.

And you just causally sighed and wiggled out of a panicking Sir Pentious's arms and grabbed your arm grumbling about having to sew it back on.

I imagine you may have to sometimes reinforce certain parts because sometimes you just go running and SNAP the stitches on your leg becomes undone and your face meets the ground.

There's a sewing kit almost anywhere in the hotel for you to use in emergencies,

Niffty is skilled with sewing so I imagine if you let her and don't mind getting stabbed a couple times she'd sew you right up in mere seconds, I imagine if you don't mind melding fabric to your skin she'll sew on fabrics with pretty patterns on, maybe it'll make you feel better about your loose limbs.

Angel dust LOVES coming up with nicknames for you, Frankie, Patches, Frankenstein's long lost child, patchwork, ragdoll etc etc

I'm gonna be honest Alastor probably tries to munch on your fallen limbs, I can see him grabbing your fallen arm and booking it out of there while you chase after him yelling for Vaggie to do something.

Vaggie gets your limbs back

Going off the fabrics if your okay with that going on your skin Charlie definitely buys some for you as a surprise, she'll ask Vaggie on whether or not she thinks you'd like a certain fabric patch.

I think having a bunch of patches gifted to you by loved ones is a nice thought, we adapt habits, traits, mannerisms etc etc from people we love and the people that love us sometimes adapt our habits, traits, mannerisms etc etc from us, we're a lovely mashup of ourselves and the people we love.

I imagine Sir Pentious would build something to help keep your limbs together, like a brace or a prosthetic covering of sorts?

Alastor gives you a patch and it's just arm themed, he probably steals your limbs like five times in a week,

"DAMN IT AL, THAT'S THE FIFTH TIME THIS WEEK STOP."

"no"

You have to get Vaggie to help you retrieve your limbs before Alastor makes your arm into an arm pot pie or something.

Husk would help you with carrying anything super heavy, particularly if it's alcohol because he is NOT risking your arms ripping off and no more drunky tipsy times [I can't legally drink I don't know how it works and I don't wanna know.]

Whenever Charlie asks for a hand and your arm has been detached you hand her your arm, freaks her out for a second before she's just like "Haha very funny please don't do that again"

Charlie definitely works on making sure your comfortable in the hotel, if you're ever insecure about your scars she'll take a pen or something and doodle around them.

Honestly Charlie probably thinks your mismatched patches look cool and you remind her of a plushie she had as a child,

If your filled with cotton like a plushie do expect hugs.

Good evening folks! I am making my way through requests! Plus the part two to Too sweet and Eldritch horror reader's backstory [EVIL LAUGHING] will be out soon!

[amazingmsme]

A Little Closer

AN: a day late, but I’m trying to catch up. Decided last minute to change today’s yesterday’s prompt cause I’m desperate for more boz content! Just some wholesome father son bonding because we were honestly robbed. Hope y’all enjoy!

Zeus was anxious for what lay ahead. He had no doubt that his son was a capable fighter; he'd proven himself as such time and time again. But what they were going up against scared even him. Yet, what he was most afraid of, was losing his son before he had the chance to know him. Really know him.

And so he pushed him, probably harder than he should have, if he were being honest. He wasn't blind to Heron's fury, nor his contempt towards him, but Zeus couldn't bring himself care about that. Not now. Not when Heron's life was on the line.

He could sense his son's growing frustrations. A losing streak on the training field never felt good, but it was especially anxiety inducing when you're painfully aware of an important battle looming on the horizon.

Heron needed a break to rest his body and clear his mind. He'll improve drastically after a nap and a quick bite to eat, but his helpful suggestions went ignored. Zeus knew he was tired- exhausted even. He remembered back when Athena and Ares would train like this. He smiled at the fond memory. The only way to get them to stop had been...

Zeus looked down at Heron on the field, teeth clenched in a mixture of determination and pain. When he closed his eyes, he saw Heron relaxed; shoulders slack with a warm, genuine smile.

Zeus didn't want Heron's only fond memories of him to be ssssswhen he was disguised.

"Heron, why don't you come here for a second? I think I know something that might help," he called out, hiding his mischief behind a sliver of truth.

"Okay, what is it?" he asked as he approached.

"I can't just tell you! You gotta come here," Zeus instructed. Heron rolled his eyes, but complied.

“This better be good.”

"It is, I promise. Ares and Athena themselves trained using this very method." He noticed the way Heron perked up as he spoke. "It's something I taught them, and hope to teach you now."

"Really?" Heron tried to mask his excitement before doubt crept in. "But... what if I'm not as good as they are?"

"Nonsense, you're a natural!" he encouraged by slinging an arm around his shoulders, jostling him playfully. "Just do what I say, alright?" He nodded, waiting expectantly.

“Alright now, close your eyes,” he instructed, and Heron did so. “Good. Take a deep breath in and hold it. Reach your arms toward the sun, really feel the stretch,” he advised, slowly walking around behind him.

“Can I breathe now?” Heron asked, voice strained.

“Oh! Yes, you can breathe,” he chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. “Slowly exhale, and release all the tension in your body.”

“What’s the point of this, exactly?” Heron questioned, clearly annoyed and skeptical of the seemingly pointless exercise.

“The point is to learn to relax and ground yourself,” he said gently.

“How the hell am I supposed to do that? I’m nowhere near ready, and I’m sorry, but breathing and stretching isn’t gonna stop the giants!” he yelled, and Zeus could hear the underlying panic lacing his voice. He sighed, subconsciously agreeing with him.

“You don’t think I know that? Heron, I just want you to take care of yourself. Listen to your body and take a break when you need to.”

“I don’t need a break,” he insisted, fixing him with a harsh glare. Zeus only smiled with a wistful sigh.

“That’s what Ares and Athena used to say. And you wanna know what I told them?”

“What?”

“Come a little closer, and I’ll tell you. It’s a secret.” Heron shook his head, but did as he was told. “Little closer.” He rolled his eyes, taking another step to close the gap. Zeus threw a large arm around his smaller frame, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

Heron swore he wasn’t even saying real words. Heron scrunched his face as he tried to listen, cupping his ear as he leaned in. “Huh?”

“Gotcha!”

Heron screamed in shock when he felt himself lift off the ground in a crushing hug. He felt fingers dig into his sides and he bit back a giggly yelp.

“You and your siblings are all the same. Too stubborn to take a break unless someone makes you,” he teased, flashing a bright smile. Heron couldn’t bear to look and turned away, desperate to hide his own giddy grin.

“Y-you trihihicked mehehe!”

“I did no such thing! I really did used to do this with Athena and Ares!”

“You sahahaid ihit would hehehelp!” he cried, weakly shoving against the arms wrapped around his waist.

“Laughter always helps!” he reasoned as he scratched up his ribs, earning a snort. “Heh, sounds like you inherited your old man’s laugh,” he reached up to ruffle his hair. A dark blush spread across Heron’s cheeks as he struggled in his hold.

His hands crawled higher and a loud shriek filled the air as Heron thrashed around in his grip. “Noho! Not thehehere, plehehease!” he begged through bubbly giggles, holding one hand at bay with both of his. Zeus attacked his other side and he immediately crumbled, allowing the other hand to reach its target.

“Not where? Oh, you mean here?” he asked, feigning ignorance as he shoved his hands under his arms. Heron howled with laughter, pressing his arms against his sides and kicking the air uselessly. “Yeah, that does seem like a bad spot,” he mused, deciding to make matters worse and drill his thumbs in his hollows, drawing slow circles.

Heron was wheezing and cackling, using one hand to muffle his voice and the other to fend off the invading hands.

“Knohohock ihit ohohoff alreadyyy!” he whined, kicking in time with his giggles. Zeus couldn’t imagine a cuter sight.

“I suppose I could…” he trailed off in thought, drumming his fingers against Heron’s sides to keep him squirming. “If you promise to take a break from training. Just for a few hours to let yourself rest, then you can get right back to it,” he bargained. And, well, Heron wasn’t really in a position to negotiate.

“Fihihine! I’ll tahahake aha stupid break!” he cried out through his hysterics. Zeus wore a proud smirk, vibrating a clawed hand over his belly, allowing just the smallest amount of electricity to flow through his fingertips as he did so. Heron threw his head back, cackling wildly as he curled into a protective, twitchy ball of nerves.

“There, was that so hard?”

True to his word, Zeus relented after that. He set him back on the ground once he was sure Heron had found his footing, ruffling his hair one last time. Heron huffed out a residual chuckle and smacked the hand away, light enough to let him know he didn’t really mind.

“Well, you didn’t make it easy, that’s for sure,” he sassed, not bothering to hide the lingering smile still gracing his features.

“Ha! Only because I know you can take it,” he joked, punching his son in the shoulder before pulling him into a side hug, shaking him lightly.

“How thoughtful,” he teased back, feeling more relaxed.

Zeus wore a soft, fond expression. “Get some rest son. You’ve earned it.” Heron stood a little taller, his smile more authentic.

“Thanks, I will… Dad.”

Every day, the looming battle grew a little closer. But so did they.

[apomaro-mellow]

Part 6

When Nancy and Robin returned to his house, he told them that Jonathan had found Eddie. The two of them, along with Argyle, spent the night in case the two returned.

Neither of them showed their face.

The next day, Steve was alone in his house, waiting for one of them to come by or to call and explain what happened with Eddie. When it got past noon, Steve called Eddie's home. No answer. He held it together long enough for an hour to pass before calling the Byers-Hopper place. Joyce answered but said she hadn't seen Jonathan at all today.

Honestly what was worse than the not knowing was being confused on who he was more worried about, Jonathan, who had just kissed him for the first time, or Eddie, who had seen them kiss.

Steve busied himself with cleaning and exercising mostly. He thought about talking to Robin, waaay too much to have not called her at this point. But he didn't know where to start.

The day after Jon and Eddie went MIA, Steve officially out of things to clean and he was contemplating getting some kind of gym membership when the doorbell rang.

He answered it and Jonathan was there, asked if he wanted to go on a drive and Steve accepted.

It was rare that he was a passenger. He got to watch the town go by. It was five minutes into the ride that he realized he didn't even ask where they were going.

"We're doing this whole thing, because you don't wanna date anyone, right?", Jonathan asked.

"It's not because of that. I just didn't want Dustin hounding me about not dating Robin. And then it was about getting him to stop setting me up with anyone."

"So why did you choose me? Was it just because I walked through the door? It could have been anyone, right?"

Steve thought of who else could have walked through the door that he would claim to date on the spot just to trick Dustin. The list was short. Not Robin or Nancy. None of the kids. Argyle he had just met.

......Maybe Eddie?

"Whoever you just thought of, you probably should have picked him", Jonathan said.

"I don't regret choosing you", Steve said. "Or kissing you", he added quickly.

Jonathan bit his lip. Eddie and driven them back to his place the other night and they had talked until dawn. It was just before the sun rose, when the sky was its darkest that Eddie confessed.

"I've got the hots for your boyfriend, man."

A guy in a normal situation might show offense, or possessiveness, or something. But Steve wasn't his boyfriend. He shouldn't feel that way. Like he actually wanted Steve. Because that would be crazy, wouldn't it?

"I think you and Eddie should talk."

"Did he tell you why he ran off?", Steve asked.

"Yeah. But that's not for me to say."

Steve slouched a little in his seat. "Where are you taking us anyway?"

"I have no idea. I just couldn't talk in your house, man."

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Nancy knew something was up. But she was also quite sure it was none of her business. Her two ex-boyfriends coming out as gay and dating each other was a shock to her system. But only because it had appeared to her that Steve and Eddie were the ones getting closer.

It was none of her business though. But whatever was going on was making things tense. It had been a couple of weeks since Eddie ran off in the night and he was acting like he hadn't.

It was probably no harm, no foul. He was safe and this wasn't a symptom of the Upside Down. But Nancy was never one to let things go.

And the New Year's party she was throwing was the perfect opportunity. Nancy had the house to herself. Mike was at his friend's party, her parents had gone to an office party and Holly was at a sleepover. She bulked up the guest list with some of her old girl scout buddies and some of then teens from her church (that lot could drink you under the table).

She enlisted the help of Argyle and Robin. It wasn't a complicated plan at all. She just needed Robin in on it so that she didn't release Steve at the slightest protest.

"Are we ready for this?", Nancy asked at around 11:15.

"As I'll ever be, shit", Argyle sighed.

"Nancy, you're sure this is going to work? Because it sounds like torture instead", Robin said.

Nancy looked at their quarry. Eddie, practically guarding the punch bowl, then across the room to where Steve and Eddie were sitting a respectful distance on the couch.

"This right now is torture."

So in a process that was quite surgical and precise, the three of them managed to get Steve, Jonathan, and Eddie into a closet and kept them locked in. The sounds of the party in the living room were a distant muffle.

Hopefully they could all ring in the new year as a group of friends refreshed. Instead of the stagnant air that had been around them.

Part 8 FINAL

Tag Team

@freddykicksasses @itsfreakingbats @thatrandombatgurl @loguine-linguine @cecinestpasunblog @aliea82

[v-anrouge]

ik you said brutally honest but just tell me if this is mean cuz i dont wanna just ignore you

one of the biggest problems i think is how often you vague post about people/posts. ik its an easy way to get your opinion off your chest but a couple times the posts make moots feel anxious you could refer to them. also i find that just ignoring and/or blocking the person is more helpful/healthy than publicly responding

First of all not mean at all and thanks a lot for not just ignoring me /srs

and yeah this hour i spent talking to my friend we were talking about my constant negative behavior, im pretty sure it's from bpd so it's gonna be a bit hard for me to change but i still really want to, she told me i tend to hate things too much and too easily and lately ive been voicing it everytime something displeases me (this following part she didn't say but i am aware) and that makes unpleasant to talk to because sometimes you just want to have a good time and no one likes a guy whos constantly ruining the mood. i also tend to have a lot of prejudice towards some things and tastes and hobbies and it just comes off as rude and mean and controlling

i am really unsure what i need to do to change that part of me, im thinking of exploring more things i love and focusing on expressing my passion for it instead of ranting and complaining and whining constantly like i used to do back in the glory days (aka the days my followers felt comfortable on my page) i also think i need to start consuming more things like series and cartoons or anime im just unsure where to start especially with the limited access i have (currently only have youtube on tv and my phone which i planned to use to play/draw while i consume said media) but il figure something out. I'm also gonna try to get closer to ppl irl so that ill have less time to my head because i think a big problem is my disorder talks over me and im just letting it do what it wants instead of trying to reign it in

also yes im a toxic person the way i vague post i honestly feel bad about it later but i just idk never tried to stop it either im gonna stop doing that i don't want any more ppl to hate me

i uhm still don't know how to start to recover or what exercises to do to be more positive and be annoyed less easily so uhm if anyone has any tips id appreciate it

[drunktuesdays]

i have missed drunk lea honesty hour but here is my posthumous submission: if you could be guaranteed of an honest answer to any one question from dustin or jim what would you ask (please feel free to also answer this for the bucks should you so choose)

oh my god the level to which i am HUNG OVER is honestly painful. there's a reason i stopped doing this..............i am Too Old. i can't live like this anymore

but what a good question and i'm actually kind of glad i didn't see this last night because i don't think i would have answered it with the right level of thoughtfulness on account of how many samuel adams porch rockers i had.

i feel like the bucks are too easy bc tbh they'd probably answer any question anyone asked them in a very relaxed and unworried way. what are either of them really hiding? nothing.

for dustin--i know this would be an actually infuriating exercise, because i'd actually have so many followups that i KNOW he wouldn't answer once he satisfied the legal requirements of the one (1) honest answer. my ultimate fantasy is that he has to sit down with a kind but relentless interviewer who gets to the BOTTOM of his shit.

but i think probably my question would be like...."babe are you okay?" is that crazy? is that parasocial? it's the only thing i wanna know. i miss his twitch so much because he used to talk about how he was feeling and what he was up to and you could gauge his moods. he'd talk pretty freely about wrestling and how he felt about it. and he used to seem interested in his career and his character and what best friends were up to. and then he completely went radio silent and for a LONG stretch was BARELY ever on tv, and when he was, he seemed subdued. he seems a lot more cheerful in the ring lately, but he and greg don't REALLY seem like they're making much of an attempt at fighting for time. and who knows how much of that is tony and the entire awful backstage landscape right now. and he's never really online anymore except to tweet about basketball. and he's RARELY on bte. just like--babe, is everything cool? i miss you. i miss being electrified by things you'd casually say as if it was nothing.

[cripple-culture-is]

Cripple culture is just,,, this rant I sent on discord be warned I reached the text limit on this so uh yeah:

(Also "us" is used because plurality but that's unrelated to this)

So apparently my sister told my mom she saw us using our cane in the halls in school. She (mom) tried to say there's nothing wrong with us and literally said that using aids makes you dependent on them and makes your situation worse because you're taking strain off. She literally said that if someone is using a wheelchair who can use their legs they shouldn't because they're "making it worse for themselves". She didn't want to listen to us and kept saying we were fine. Like, yeah, according to the doctors were "fine" (they ignored us both when we specifically got it checked out and at a general checkup when we mentioned it) but that doesn't mean we're not in pain. Walking is really tiring for us and it's still tiring with the cane, it just lessens it to the point where we actually have the energy to do stuff after school. She literally ||fucking|| said to just "exercise more" and when we explained how we'd tried that before and it didn't help, she was like "not with (horrible gym teacher) just like taking walks and stuff" you don't think we tried that?! Some nights we literally cannot get to sleep without melatonin or painkillers because of the pain. We wake up feeling so stiff we can't get up for minimum 15mins. We've been mentioning this ever since it started (we tend to date it to last summer but it's probably farther back) and nobody's taken us seriously. It's our money we spent, it's our decision, and even though she's our mom, this decision should be entirely on us. I don't think she gets an opinion on what we do at school.

Trying not to cry too loud because our moms friend is here/going to be here soon

This is why we didn't tell them. We were scared of this response. This is why we haven't shared that we wanna transition (not all of us are transmasc but we all hate the boobs) or that we're plural at all. Or multiple other personal details we feel would get a reaction like that. Now we're back to the miserable 2020 mindset of "I can't wait to move out"

Ok sorry that's long

Basically sister saw cane, told mom, she said it was unnecessary and mobility aids make it worse

I'm not gonna stop using it tho

No worries 😊 Never apologize for long submissions/asks like this, I love reading all of these submissions, even though many make me angry--this one in particular.

Your mother sounds like someone I wouldn't want to he around. I'm looking into a mobility aid to use for when I attend college next year. Even though I can walk fine, standing for long periods of tike hurts, and I can only walk for so long.

Your mother was incredibly out of line, and she honestly sounds like a very ableist, narrow-minded person. I'm sorry you have to live in an environment like that 😢 That must stink. Your mother sounds like someone who has never experienced disability for herself.

If your mobility aid helps you, then that's enough of a reason to keep using it. Non-crippled people don't need to use mobility aids in order to function just like everyone else does.

Nothing is a cure all, and I hate when people think it is. My disability is a lot better than it was when I was younger. But no matter how "abled" I become, I will always be disabled. Walking is fun to me, but it doesn't cure me and if I overdo it, my knees start burning.

You shouldn't stop using it, no matter what anyone says ❤

[parksprout]

Sprout Journal 11/15/24

Good morning Tumblr!!! I'm at work right now typing up my journal for yesterday! I'm gonna continue writing it as though I was writing it yesterday, though, and use the tenses and all that as if it's from int he moment laksjdhfklasdf not that I need to explain myself... this is literally me journaling.... it ain't for you! Hey! You! On the other side of the screen! This is for me not you! Stop reading immediately unless you're someone I explicitly think is very cute then continue I guess,,, nosy,,,

Honestly yesterday was a good, but simple day! I was feeling good all day yesterday even despite what the journal entry in the morning might've conveyed. It was a very simple school day! Spanish class was easy, though I'd be remiss to mention the fact that I absolutely hate that class. There's still only a few of us so each class period is stressful; the main way we're graded is by participation, so we're expected to speak Spanish for the entire class period but that can be very tiresome!! Especially considering a normal class is 20+ students, so the need to speak would be spread out much more widely than what I experience in this class. Plus my classmates don't really put much effort in. Creative writing class was fun! I feel bad though, I have fallen soooo far behind when I was previously the star student of the class. I just lost my passion with schoolwork lately and that course in particular has such a high demand for my time; we've had to read five whole novels, write weekly responses to them while also writing our own personal writing project + structuring a performance for said project at the end of the semester!! It's all just... a lot. I haven't read the previous book at all, and I'm barely 50 pages into the current one that we're expected to finish this weekend. It's just a lot, ugh. At least Anthropology + Archaeology are both going well!! There's really nothing to note from either of them other than that in Anthropology we were discussing how race is a fabrication and that certain groups in Africa are more genetically dissimilar from each other than those groups are from Europeans or Asians. To help discuss genetic variation we did an activity where we lined up allllll around the classroom from shortest to tallest; I was almost perfectly in the middle lkajsdhfkajsdf which is really fun. I'm at such a middling height. Anyways there was nothing else that really happened at school yesterday!!

After school I went straight to the gym and worked my ass off. I'm feeling really good about my accomplishments there, I'm losing weight, gaining muscle, and generally feeling better! I wish I had started this a couple of years ago, I'd probably have already hit my body goals but whatever :) it's never too late to fix myself. I didn't do a full set of exercises because I had plans afterwards that I needed to go home, shower, and get dressed for so I called it after doing my running and some weight lifting. I ran for 4.6 miles on the elliptical!!! I've even been raising the difficulty settings somewhat nowadays too. It's such good cardio and I always feel really accomplished afterwards!!!

I did a couple more lil things too! I worked on my pixel art for a bit today and started setting up a YouTube channel. I kinda wanna start recording gaming videos once I have my gaming PC! That and map making videos, maybe some art stuff too. Really I just think it'd be nice to capture myself having fun and creating things, especially to share them with the Bnuuy - I always wanted to be able to stream games to them while I played but time almost never worked out in our favor, so maybe if we can't do that right now I can record stuff for both them and I :) and maybe it could become a hobby!! A fun one!!

After I got home from the gym I took a super fast shower, took progress pics (my arms and shoulders keep looking better teehee I'm gonna be so hot someday ... ) and then got dressed!! My friend came and picked me up and we went up to a restaurant to sit and eat :3 I got dinner actually but they didn't alksjdfhasdf they ate taco bell beforehand because they got sick of waiting for me to get home from the gym! We just sat around and talked about creative stuff we're both doing. I talked about my DnD campaign ideas (I have a session on the 16th!) and they talked about their OC's! It was so good seeing them, I think I would've been a lil lonely last night if they hadn't hung out with me! But honestly after that I didn't do much, just chores when I got home and then sleep :) Yesterday was a good day!

I think I've decided I'm gonna include my thoughts about my relationship situation friendship thingie after what I did each day. It's what's typically the most pressing thing on my mind mentally and it's important to get my thoughts out there I think!!

Yesterday was a really good day for me mentally actually. I think that I'm getting a little bit better about being realistic with my interactions and expectations of The Bnuuy. Don't get my wrong, I still want to be theirs again desperately, but I think I'm starting to understand how to behave in our situation a bit better. They really are my best friend. They were my best friend before we broke up, too, but I see it especially clearly now. There's no one I've ever felt so comfortable talking to regardless of what it's about. Yesterday we talked for hours before they went to work and... it felt so natural. I thought about that all day long afterwards, honestly I really hope that we can keep having more days like that. I'd rather have days like that than days with the big serious conversations </3 I know that.. those big talks are so important, but they get exhausting and we never return to our natural flow afterwards. We talked a lot and I had a bunch of fun, but it's... so bittersweet everytime we have a good conversation together. I haven't told them this, but I still get butterflies when they send me messages. I blush before sending them selfies and I think "did they like that?" so often. I'm hopelessly in love with them still even though it's been weeks now. I'm feeling a little bit of longing while writing this, though. I haven't seen their face in a few days and... I really miss it. I miss being allowed to ask to see their face, and... I miss when they called me pretty when they saw mine. Sometimes I wonder if they still think I'm pretty despite us not being partners right now. I really want to record them voice messages, play video games together, make plans for the future, send them every single silly instagram reel talking about couples, send them every picture of purple and yellow together and say "us" afterwards. I miss the little bits of affection. I miss dating them a lot, even if I love being their best friend still.

After this picture is me being kinda longing and stupid </3 I'm slightly ashamed of what I wrote there, even if it's kinda mundane stuff at the end of the day. This is a good stopping point if you're not into yearnposting alkjsdfhaksjdfh

I wanted to ask them out yesterday as scary as it sounds. I didn't because I know it's too soon and that it'd only make things worse for both of us ... but god the impulse is there so often. I know I would be a better partner today than I was at any other point in our relationship, but I also know that ... it's too early to try again. We're both still learning too much about ourselves. I'm not ready to be the partner they need yet, and... they aren't ready to let me back into their heart. It hurts to admit that I know they'd reject me if I tried. I'm not ashamed for wanting it though. I wrote a little note in the notes app on my phone, it went something like "Hey, I know it's really early and that it's ultimately not my choice whether or not we start again, but I've always promised to be honest with you about my feelings. I look at the way we talk, the way we laugh, the way we comforted each other through the difficulty that was the start of this month and I see a spark that... we didn't even capture during the end of our last try. I can see an us that would be stronger than before, more loving, more patient and more free than we have been and... I wanted to know if you'd give me the honor of trying again, better than before. I respect your decision either way, and... even if it's a no, I would still like to be in your life to keep showing you who I am."

It would've been the wrong thing to do. It also just doesn't feel like the right time, yet. Maybe someday it will feel like the right moment. Maybe someday I'll be brave and feel okay enough to ask them out. Last time it was them who confessed to me, and them who initiated us dating. I think that... if we start something new? It's my turn to ask, and their turn to decide. I'm not ready yet even if I want to be. That's about it, though. Yesterday was the first time I didn't have a moment of panic, a moment where I cried at least a lil, a moment where I didn't just freeze up from the pain of heartbreak since this all started, but it wasn't because I'm giving up quite yet. Either way, I'm happy to be getting past those moments. Maybe with this growing clarity I can see a better me, and keep chipping away until I achieve them. This whole entry is kinda written badly lkajsdhfkasdf my thoughts are super disjointed atm because I'm at work and it's wayyyy too loud here, so I hope if anyone reads it I make sense!!! I write like an elementary school student sometimes askldjfhasdf

[kittygirlpaw]

i'm gonna go on a bit of a rant abt fatphobia and weight loss and eating disorder stuff and dysphoria problems I've had in the past, and still stick with me some, so, like. fair warning to anyone who doesn't wanna see that right now but I wanna get this off my chest because I think its important.

Fat bodies are deserving of love and respect. It doesn't make you less of a person, and fact of the matter is a lot of the "diets" and "routines" that I was pushed to try for years were mostly fads and would constantly either hurt me or be fucking miserable with basically zero good outcomes.

I only recently really started to be comfortable with the idea of being heavier and honestly the "ideal" I was taught for a long time was basically "eat enough that you don't starve, exercise until you are in constant pain, and eating food because you want it is wrong."

My legs still ache sometimes because of how hard I pushed myself with cardio. I was eating so little that I was barely conscious half the day and multiple times almost passed out, or gorging myself on as much as I could because I couldn't think I was so hungry. I pushed my weight down and down and still everyone told me I had to keep going even when my body simply would not lose any more - I was simply "not trying hard enough". My body actively was falling apart, but if I ever stopped to breathe and reorient myself, it was "failure".

I was heavily dysphoric, obviously, and figured if I lost weight I'd feel better about myself. I didn't. But I was told to just keep going and I'd feel good being a man again, but the more I went and the harder I pushed everything got worse and worse until the only way I could eat enough food was to use every weekend being high and eating as much as possible while trying to not throw it all up immediately.

Genuinely, the entire idea that a fat body isn't worthy of respect or love or that it can't be healthy completely destroyed my concept of food and body for a long time.

[f0point5]

Wow yeah, apart from the prices literally same. I guess that's the equestrian reality for you 🤷🏼‍♀️ I used to get private lessons with loaned horses often when I was young for a short time, it looked like I could get into competition, but for some reason beyond what I knew I never got to it.

But honestly knowing how school horses get treated, if I did own a horse I'd never let them use it. I used to be so sad when I saw horses being ridden for 4-6 lessons in an afternoon and then learn that they had the same amount of lessons in the morning in summer camps. And at one stable summer camps were every other week. For the whole summer. The horses were dead by the time I got to ride them, so eventually I stopped going on those weeks.

It was insane to see when I was around 18 and I started going to this new stable, the lessons were good, the horses were a joy to ride, and I actually got good jumping lessons for a reasonable price. But in just a few years it turned into such a money maker. I got assigned the difficult horses because I was one of the most experienced of those taking lessons on school horses. It genuinely felt like at times that I was paying to be retraining the difficult horses who got bored of the school work and acted out. I enjoyed the challenge sometimes but yeah, I didn't pay for that.

It's nice to talk about this, funny how it's the same even when we live that far apart. I always bitch to my friend about this too but her experience was drastically different, she's had her own horse since 2011, and I never did. And I don't think she ever took part in a school lesson since either.

At that yard, I don’t think they’d let you take the school horses off the premises for competition so you could only use them for competitions at our yard.

To be fair to the yard I was at, the ponies didn’t get used much during the week because anyone small to ride them was at school lol but they had set times they could schedule him for lessons on weekends.

School holidays were the worst though because they’d have “pony camps” where they’d use the ponies the whole week and unless you booked your own pony for pony camp it was pretty awkward. But it was 5 days of morning and afternoon sessions and considering I was there every day after school I just didn’t wanna, almost none of the kids who had ponies did it so I didn’t know anyone on the camps either. But if they used your pony for pony camp, another kid was essentially borrowing them for the week, if that makes sense. Like they had lessons on the same pony all week and did grooming exercises as well so you’d be at the yard and there’d be another kid grooming your pony and you’re like…can I have him back I have a lesson (because we’d take our lessons when they were having lunch break or something). Oh it was so weirdddd (maybe it wasn’t even weird and I just deeped it too much because I was a kid). And then this poor pony has been poked and prodded all day and is just too unbothered to be doing anything. My dad used to bitch at them every holiday for signing him up for those and eventually they stopped letting people book him for the whole week but if you had a schoolmaster pony you were in the shit.

The horse mismatch thing was wild though I totally get you. There were definitely people they used to just exercise horses that they couldn’t palm off on less experienced people. Like if you watched an advanced group I remember you’d see them give them all the horses that anyone who knew the yard knew people avoided them like the plague 😂 and they were horses that even the owners need spurs to ride and they’d throw kids on there and then yell at them like it’s their fault they’re not horse whisperers meanwhile we all know the horse is unhinged.

Lol horse people are all the same regardless of nation, clearly 😂 it’s a universal culture.

I totally get you, once I moved to a full livery yard it was so different, every lesson was private and you would normally bring in your own teacher, everyone had their own set up and it was a much more focused vibe. But riding at a riding school is a whole different thing

[breadboysteals]

By the way I'ma vent so if you ain't wanna listen to my shitty ass first world country problems scroll away

When I was like 6 I used to say my dad was someone I'm not gonna specify because it's embarrassing everyone thought it was cute but it was literally because I didn't know who my dad was I didn't know my dad until I was 12 at which point my parents immediately divorced and I've had to pretend like I know him which I don't he's not my dad to me he's never been a father figure he was in prison for like 20 years I don't know this man and I'm not even allowed to feel sad because everyone else in my family has apparently worse problems I literally have learned to hide my emotions so much that I can't feel empathy I don't even feel bad when people that I loved died my Grandpa died recently I wasn't sad I'm still not sad I liked him but now he's just gone I honestly don't get what I'm supposed to be sad about and now when anything makes me slightly mad I have violent outbursts which I don't even win because I can't commit to shit I wanna eat healthy I don't I try to exercise I can't I give up on everything I do because every time I tried something new someone would go "you know that's really hard to learn" to the point where I can't learn stuff when I was in school the only subject I barely passed was math I couldn't learn anything else there is so much I want to do but I have no commitment this is probably just an every person thing though at 13 I had attempted suicide 20 times and I wasn't even confident in my choices enough to go through with that i was diagnosed with ADD at a young age but my mom refused to put me on medication because she thought I was a drug addict I did smoke pot at 13 so I guess you were fucking right mom it's not like i smoked weed because you beat my brother in front of me and told me it was my fault that couldn't be fucking it I can't remember a single good moment from my childhood I'm probably just a pussy that's trying to victimize myself though like lowkey my life can't be that shitty people have had worse and that doesn't give me any excuse to be a shitty person I'm not gonna do anything to stop being a shitty person because well I can't commit to shit besides being an addict to everything I try that makes me feel a little good thank god I'm too fucking poor to buy crack or fentanyl Jesus fucking Christ I'm just like my dad I'm poor addicted to weed and pushes away everyone that I'm close to fuck I'm shouldn't be venting I have no shit to be sad about this was fucking stupid

[the1975attheirverybest]

So my evening kind of got ruined cause I was explaining my mom the exercises I do when I work out and she told me I should lose weight and now I feel like crap because I was so proud of myself because I've been working out since January and I only missed the weeks I had the flu and I know it's they way she grew up but still she always, always manage to use this insecurity against me.

And rationally I know I could eat less carbs and a little bit better and I don't like myself and my body so much but I was telling her I was proud of me, that wasn't the moment and honestly I don't know I honestly feel like shit.

Sorry I needed to vent.

Oh, babe. I’m so, so sorry. I just wanna give you a hug, ugh. 💗

This hurts me to read that you’re feeling that way because I know EXACTLY what it’s like. My mom grew up in a different country where the culture around body weight is even worse than it is here. And I think, maybe our parents generations just generally had really toxic beliefs about food and exercise. I definitely know they mean well, and it’s coming from a good place, etc. but it doesn’t make it any less hurtful to hear. Like, I was literally just on FaceTime with my mom, told her that the doctors say I have “constricted blood vessels” around my eyes that are making the skin in that area darker and she told me that I need to eat better. IM SORRY WHAT?! Then I told her about my anxiety and she said I should get a treadmill and stop eating sugar. Lmao. It’s truly a thing cuz clearly she thinks I look like shit, like why would that be the one comment that is on her mind.

Having your loved ones constantly focus on and point out your insecurities is so awful. Because they’re the ones who are supposed to support you and lift you up. So, you’re totally valid in how you feel. And, listen, regardless of what your mom or anything else says, YOU ARE DOING AMAZING. Working out consistently since January???? THATS A HUGE ACHIEVEMENT AND IM SO PROUD OF YOU. I used to be really disciplined with my exercise so I know the commitment that it takes to make that kind of change. I can’t even do it now to save my life. I’ve been so wishy-washy with it lately. So you are KILLING IT!!! On top of school and exams and stuff…it’s hard work! She may not see it as such or she may focus on what you still need to be doing but the fact of the matter is that you ARE making progress in the right direction. You’re taking care of yourself. Do it for you. For your health. It doesn’t matter how much you weigh or what your body looks like and it’s not fair to put that kind of judgement on you. You’re beautiful exactly as you are. The world is sexist and toxic so it may not agree, but fuck that shit. Sometimes the world is really wrong. And that’s okay.

[randomshyperson]

Seeing u getting many requests there, that's really cool you deserve it (though I hope it doesn't overwhelm u or smth). May I request smth? A WandaXReader where they're always arguing and being sarcastic to eachother but it's just sexual tension. Maybe smth with the lines "why are u laghing did I tell a joke?" "why don't u look inside my head and find out". I think it would be pretty cool. It doesn't have to be smutt though, only If u fell like it (also a dom!reader would be nice). Thank you!

Hello Anon! Hope you’re doing fine! 

Sorry this took long. It was really hard to write actually, because I don't feel anger towards Wanda and thinking about fighting with her was really weird haha But I hope you like this. 

Attraction and Reaction / / AO3 

Warnings: 18+, Smut, language.

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Part Two Here

It was no secret on the Avengers team that you and Wanda did not have the best of relationships. 

There were numerous warnings from Steve and Tony, and even Natasha, due to the number of arguments and disagreements that took place. You were sure that no action was taken just because you two function well on the battlefield, even if you don't get along off it.

At this moment, for example, you were in a meeting with the rest of the team about the next Avengers mission, but you weren't really paying attention as you scribbled on your notepad. And then your cell phone vibrated, and you pulled it out of your pocket to check it.

- Can you pay attention, Y/N? - Tony asked, and you looked away from the notification of a message from Carol to look at him. But before you could answer, Wanda muttered with irony:

- Typical.

You blinked, feeling a familiar irritation fill your entire body.

- Is there anything you wanna say to me, Maximoff?

- Just for you to fuck off.

You were going to hit back with a angry response, but the team let out a loud impatient grumble.

- Don't even start! - Tony ordered with a serious expression. - I need to go over all this, you can kill yourselves after the presentation.

- No one is going to kill anyone. - said Steve, and you giggled. - Just continue the presentation, please.

Tony rolled his eyes and resumed the presentation. You let out an impatient sigh and tried to pay attention. Fortunately it wasn't much longer before Tony finished. As the members began to get up, Steve signaled for you and Wanda to stay in the room, and you grumbled as you sat back down, throwing your feet up on the table.

- Girls, this can't go on any longer. - Steve said in a serious tone.

- I don't know what you are talking about. - You mock with your arms crossed. Steve doesn't laugh.

- I'm not joking. - He warns. - You need to work out your differences.

- Things would be easier if Y/N wasn't such an arrogant jerk. - Wanda says, and you let out a wry exclamation.

- If Wanda wasn't completely mental and stubborn it would also be easier for us to get along.

Wanda turns in her chair to look at you, her expression of anger.

- Oh, I'm the unstable one? Remind me who is known to lose her head around here?

You roll your eyes impatiently, but before you can respond Steve shouts.

- Stop it, you two, that's enough. - He says. - You are suspended from the next mission.

- Excuse me? - you exclaim looking at him.

- Until this conflict is resolved, you will work together. - He clarifies and you let out a nervous laugh, frowning. - You will be team partners, and you will learn to get along. That is my final decision. Now you can go.

You get up from the table in annoyance, and hurry to leave, with Wanda right behind you. As you stand in the hallway toward your rooms, she shouts:

- This is all your fault! You have to talk shit all the time, don't you?

You let out a wry laugh as you stop walking and turn toward her.

- You're so annoying. - You grumble with your hands in your pockets. - I can't believe I'm going to be stuck with you.

Wanda lets out an annoyed sigh, and you notice her reddened eyes and the magic slipping from her fingers, and you look at her in defiance.

- Come on, do it. - You tease. - I dare you.

- Girls! - shouted Natasha as she turned into the hallway, and quickly got between you and Wanda, putting her hands on her shoulders to calm her down. Wanda blinked in confusion, lowered her hands and her eyes returned to normal. - You two have lost your minds, haven't you?

Your heart was racing, and you thought it was the adrenaline. Licking your lips, you let out a laugh and gave Wanda one last angry glance before turning and heading for your room.

//-//

Steve was really serious about the suspension. The vast majority of the team was out of the tower heading to some city in Europe, and you and Wanda were basically grounded in the tower while Steve left Bucky checking up on you two.

At that point Bucky assigned you and Wanda to train together, and you didn't understand how the best alternative to resolve conflicts was to make you fight, but you didn't question it.

- I want a clean fight, girls. - He said sitting on the stool beside the mat, while you and Wanda climbed into the ring from opposite sides.

- Tell it to the little witch, there. - You retort, looking at Wanda, and she frowns at you.

- You're really going to piss me off before you fight me, aren't you?

You roll your eyes, getting into a defensive position. Bucky lets out a chuckle, getting to his feet. He picks up two sticks, and hands one to each of you.

- You two need to practice using bladed weapons. - He explains and sits back down.

And then you advance on Wanda, who narrowly defends your blow. She counterattacks with the stick towards your legs, but you jump and throw the stick at her, who ducks quickly. You take two steps back, preparing to attack, and as you launch a series of quick strikes which Wanda fights back, you manage to trip her, and watch with a wry smile as she falls backwards onto the ground looking extremely annoyed. But your smile dies when Wanda punches the tatami and her magic escapes, throwing you away.

You fall backwards, feeling your whole body boiling with rage, and get up quickly, but Bucky has already stepped onto the tatami and gets in front of you before you can reach Wanda, who has also gotten up.

- Let's just calm down, okay? - He says seriously, looking between the two of you. - A five-minute break? And no magic next time.

Wanda rolls her eyes, turning to leave the mat. You start to take off your training gloves. 

- What's the matter with you two? - Bucky asks looking really curious. You roll your eyes impatiently.

- I don't want to argue about this again.

Bucky lets out a sigh, leaving the ring. You look around, and notice that Wanda is in the corner of the room, drinking some water. She is sweaty, and her hair is disheveled, and you look down at her exposed collarbone, feeling your throat suddenly dry. You imagine yourself kissing and biting the exposed skin as she moans your name. You blink, trying to push these thoughts away, and then step out of the ring.

- I don't want to practice anymore. - You announce it before you leave. You think Bucky says something, but you have already left the academy.

//-//

Bucky decided to try a different tactic to improve your relationship with Wanda. He described it as a trust technique, which was something he and Sam tried for a while. 

So here you were in one of the empty rooms of the complex, sitting in a chair facing Wanda. Both of you had your arms crossed.

- Let's get started girls. - announced Bucky, standing in front of you. - I'm going to ask you some simple questions, and I need you to answer them honestly.

- Yes, sir. - You retort with mild irony, but Bucky doesn't mind.

- Y/N can you tell me something you like about Wanda?

You let out a dry laugh. But seeing Bucky's expression, you realize that you are going to have to answer.

- I like it when she shuts up. - You retort, and Wanda lets out an annoyed sigh.

- And I like it when you are not around.

- And I...

- Enough! - Bucky interrupts angrily, pressing his fingers to his forehead. - Let's try something else then. I have brought you a list of questions.

- This should be interesting. - You sneer as Bucky walks up to the living room table behind the papers.

When he reaches for the papers, he decides to stand against the table, looking at you.

- Well, Wanda. Tell me, what behavior do you think Y/N should change towards you?

Wanda smiles wryly.

- I wish she wouldn't talk to me.

- That's fine with me. - You retort grumpily, and Wanda looks at you angrily. Bucky sighs with impatience.

- I am serious. - He says. - Do you even know when this conflict started?

You laugh.

- I'm not the one who brought the enemy back to the team. - You point to the time when Wanda fought alongside Ultron.

- Seriously? - She replies incredulously. - Of course you had to bring that back.

- They are just facts.

- The only fact here is that you are an arrogant jerk...

- You just know two adjectives, don't you? - You mockingly interrupt.

- Oh, I have other adjectives for you, yes. - She retorts with irritation, starting to list them on her fingers as she speaks. - Immature, rude, selfish...

- Don't forget hot. - You hit back with a smile, and Wanda rolls her eyes, but before she can continue, Bucky gets up from the table.

- Okay, you guys are going to do the silent exercise. - he says. - Five minutes looking into each other's eyes. Now.

- You're kidding, right? - You retort incredulously, but Bucky's expression is serious.

- Now. - He repeats and you roll your eyes before looking away from him to Wanda.

It's weird, especially in the first few seconds. She looks at you with an impassive face, and you look at her with the same expression. And then you realize that she has very beautiful eyes. Has it been five minutes, you think, starting to feel strange. You hold your gaze, but your thoughts start to wander, and you imagine that you want to leave. But looking at Wanda like this, your thoughts begin to take a completely different turn.

You imagine Wanda sweating like that day at practice, only this time she's with her legs spread wide while you fuck her on your bed. Then you imagine her spreading her legs for you now still sitting in her chair, while you kneel down and touch her until she loses all control.

You also imagine pushing her down on the table, fucking her until her scream. 

And then a noise startles you, and you blink in confusion, looking away.

- Damn, sorry. - Says Bucky looking at his cell phone that is ringing and vibrating in his hand. - It's Steve. It might be about the mission. Try not to kill yourselves while I talk to him.

Bucky rushes to answer it and out of the room, and you let out an impatient sigh. Getting up, you walk over to the desk, looking at the notes he has made.

- Couple therapy techniques. - You read aloud with irony. - This is a joke.

- We wouldn't be here if you weren't such a pain in the ass.

- Yes, it's all my fault. - You retort, throwing the papers on the table and leaning on the furniture. 

- Are you implying that this is my fault? - she replies angrily. - You're the one who has hated me for no reason since I came here!

You blink in surprise and then you're laughing. You never hated Wanda. Your laughter seemed to irritate her even more because she stood up and assumed an aggressive posture.

- Did I tell a joke, by any chance? Why the hell are you laughing? - She asked irritated, you bit your lips, she was hot as hell with her jaw clenched.

- Why don't you take a peek into my mind and find out? - You challenged, looking at her with intensity.

Wanda looked slightly surprised, but didn't flinch. And then her eyes turned red, and you showed her exactly how you felt about her.

You moving towards her, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her mouth firmly. Your tongue in her mouth, as she moaned against you. Your hands going down a little, steadying her before lifting her onto your lap to carry her to the table and have her sit down without breaking the kiss. 

Once seated, you would move your kisses down her collarbone, sucking on her skin until it was red and sensitive, while your hands went inside her shirt at the waist and up to her breasts. You imagined Wanda moaning in your ear, asking you to touch her. And then you would. 

Guiding your hand up her thigh, you would lift her skirt, running your fingers along her skin, until you touched her where she wanted you to. And you would kiss her hard when you reached it, hard enough to make her lose her direction. 

You would start by superficially caressing her through her panties, until she began to tremble and push her hips against you.

Then you would push the panties aside, and penetrate her all at once, feeling her hot and wet in your fingers, while she moaned loudly against you.

You would bring your hand to her hair, pulling gently to expose the collarbone you wanted so badly to kiss, while Wanda would get overwhelmed with such intense satisfaction. You would push your fingers into her until her walls tightened around you, and she began to spasm, whimpering."

Wanda stumbled backwards with a surprised exclamation and a breathless sigh, the sound of the door opening and Bucky entering the room woke her up. You licked your lips, feeling extremely turned on by the playfulness.

- I see you didn't kill yourselves while I was away. - said the soldier, putting away his cell phone. Then he looked up at you two, and frowned. - Is everything okay?

You cleared your throat, trying to smile. But then Wanda spoke first.

- Everything's great. - Her voice came out a little hoarse. - We talked a little while you were out there. - She lies, but you cover it up. - Y/N and I are going out together for a while, to try to resolve this situation without involving the team.

Bucky looks really surprised, and you bite your lip to keep from laughing, and then Bucky smiles.

- Wow, that's great news! - He says - I am proud of you guys.

- Can we go now? - Wanda asks looking anxious. 

- Sure, go ahead. - He says, still smiling. Wanda looks at you and the gleam in her eyes makes your stomach turn with anxiety.

You walk silently out of the hallway, and there is such tension in the air that it is hard to breathe.

About five minutes later, you are in your room, settling your differences in the best possible way.

[nightswithkookmin]

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I love how this conversation is bringing out the homophobia in y'all's eyes😌

'Yall are scared Jimin will stop looking like a submissive gay man if he builds muscles'

So y'all think Jimin looks like a submissive gay man without his muscles????????

Huh????

Isn't this the very thing I'm ranting over in these posts? That people think he looks gay and a sub/bottom and that he doesn't look like a real man because of the way he looks??

Isn't that why they are fixing him to look more masculine in these ads????

Y'all think him building muscles will change his sexual orientation if he is in deed gay and a sub???

There is nothing wrong with being gay or sub or bottom or whatever any gay queer person might be into. THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT! Omg!

Muscle building is not for men only.

This is Namjoon's cousin. What about her makes her less feminine??????????????

Should she get longer nails? Bigger hoops? May be a Brazilian butt lift? Botox? Fillers? In order to look more traditionally feminine?

If she decides to stop working out or drink stuff to lose muscles so she can be seen as more feminine do y'all not think that would be ??? because she is feminine regardless?

What about these women make them less feminine????? They build up too and they are women.

Jimin with or without muscles is still an androgynous man. Building muscles does not erase his androgynousity. That is Jimin.

He is an androgynous MAN not woman. Looking skinny is not what makes him androgynous. Putting on make up and wearing feminine clothes is not what makes him androgynous.

We've been calling him androgynous from day one when he debuted and it's not because he didn't have muscles. He had them in abundance. so I find it weird that you will think we gay people are worried he is leaning into his masculinity- when the question we are asking is WHAT AT ALL IS MASCULINITY?

Didn't he ask the same questions when he asked his band mates, man man man- what the heck is man- when they said men shouldn't wear rings on their pinkie?

That was an iconic moment and I wish I could write a dissertation on it. Super iconic.

Is he a sex icon? Absolutely. Is he a queer icon? Yes. But he is not a gay God. No body is looking up to him to liberate them from no damn queer oppression- love how you trivialize and make fun of LGBTQ issues.

Really sista? You had to go there? And you say you are a Jikook supporter?? Interesting.

I think Tae put it best when he said Jimin may look cute and pretty on the outside but when he takes off his clothes that's when you see he's more masculine. I think for some of us, we've always seen Jimin as very masculine in his expressions and very experimental in his expressions of femininity. I've always seen him as grounded in his masculinity than feminity- although he does suffer from toxic masculinity every now.

I'm simply saying this may be one of those times. Emphasis on may be. I'm over it. Just took note of it.

When it comes to exercising, the members have said he used to be the one who trained the hardest in dance rehearsals. Didn't RM say he and Jin used to look up to him and learn from him because he is well disciplined?

He's always exercised. Y'all think him flipping through the air and defying gravity comes from a lack of exercise?????

This is the few times he's talked about exercising as a social male bonding activity with his members and even encouraged Hobi to join them. If you think he will look more masculine climbing rocks and building muscles then you are part of the problem I am trying to address here.

Do y'all not watch Bon Voyage and Run and Winter package? Do y'all not see him "be manly" and "lean into his masculinity" in those contents? Did he not say he wanted to go do yoga with the others but chose instead to go to the brewery with Yoonkook?

Out of curiosity, let me ask- which is the two options was the least masculine activity? I'm genuinely curious.

And no, I am not uncomfortable seeing him lean into his masculinity. I am uncomfortable watching him straddle the line of toxic masculinity and it's not limited to him. I think I have expressed similar sentiments with regards to JK and RM and Suga and the rest.

And no. It's not toxic that he is exercising or wants to exercise. I question that he wants to build muscles and look a certain way as a man especially if that way is the only way he and y'all think a man should look like.

I don't know about you but this looks pretty masculine and feminine to me.

As does this. He can look like the incredible hulk and I'll still see him as androgynous.

Now don't get me started on his upper lips and BigHit constantly concealing his upper lips with make up. Don't get me started on that! 😡

They are always erasing and tweaking something when it comes to Jimin! Always! I HATE IT HERE.

Jimin is not the first androgynous man in Kpop nor is he the only androgynous man in kpop. He doesn't have to be gay or queer to participate in social discourse.

And I understand that queer and gender issues may not be of importance to y'all cis straight folks but it is important nonetheless and BTS have dabbled in the discussions and voiced out their opinions on it. They are advocates for the youth and that includes gay queer folks.

How many times have they talked about same love? That their BT21 characters are genderless, that clothing shouldn't be restricted to specific genders? Jk have said he hates oppression and Jimin talks about self love and acceptance for all- you think gay people are not included?

They don't have to be gay to be gay representatives and "Gay Gods." Heard of Allies?

And when you say BTS are human not representatives- you kidding right???

Have you seen BTS issue statements on Black lives matter, on Racism and Asian hate crimes etc?

Yes, they human beings.... who care about other human beings and their oppressions. Y'all praise these men for wearing unisex brands and genderless fashion and praise them for when they voice out on certain issues... except when it comes to gay issues? I see y'all's colors.

Also you ship Jikook but it pisses you off that we say Jimin is gay??? 👀

Jimin gay. Jungkook gay. Jikook gay. Does this annoy you? 👀

They are fucking eachother. Do you wanna block me? 👀

JK fucks Jimin. Jimin fucks JK. Are you dead yet? 👀 Do you wanna kill me? 👀

I don't see them as straight honestly. If I did and I thought they were facing straight issues I'd be talking about those too. I see them as gay dealing with gay issues that we all deal with and I talk about that.

Credit to the artist. I think that photo of Jimin from On MV is one of my favorites.

I might have to frame it and hang it on my wall.

Don't have any hard feelings against you but I thought I would address certain problematic statements you made.

Love,

GOLDY