#i hope all the people affected are ok💙💙💙

[molliemoo3]

Another FE + BBC related presenter being a fuckhead is not the news I expected from today. Hopefully are the people affected are being supported and will be OK 💙💙💙💙💙

[cherrycolored-punk]

can you keep a secret?

pairings: modern! brother's best friend! Steve Harrington x fem! Reader

author's note: ok, ok, ok. I've had these two in my head since I first wrote it. I needed to repost it and decided to make it a one-shot instead. These two were too horny for a second part, let's be so for real.

w/c: 5.1k

warnings: SMUT, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (reader receiving), praise kink, sorry if I forgot anything 💙

Pool water trickles down your spine, summer heat almost suffocating as you lay out to dry. The air is filled with the buzz of cicadas and crickets, the sound of sprinklers running on nearby manicured lawns. Music plays faintly from the radio on the side table, and you hum along. The sky was a watercolor blue with a stroke of tangerine and cotton candy pink; cirrus clouds were brushed delicately into the vast canvas. 

Being home from college meant you finally had time to lose your head in the clouds and get lost in the stars once the sun had set. There wasn’t the constant worry of a term paper or an early morning class you swore you’d get to despite all the warnings from the student advisors. There was only possibility. You could feel it—the turn of a page, the change of a season. Things would be different. You just didn’t realize how different they would be.

“Hey, Punky,” a familiar voice calls out, drawing closer as it did. You didn’t need to open your eyes to know who it was, the sound of his steps and the smell of his cologne giving him away. Bergamot and cedar, a slight hint of tobacco.

“Hi Stevie,” you greet around the lollipop you’d been sucking on, eyes still closed, enjoying the sun. 

You could feel his eyes on you, gaze roaming over the expanse of your legs and up to your chest. The seconds pass like minutes, silence settling between the two of you as he takes you in. The way your bikini hugged your curves and the way your nipples were pebbled beneath your skimpy top. He swallows hard, words getting lodged in his throat. You did your best to hide the way his gaze affected you, the way your breathing sped up, or the way you squirmed in your seat.

“Have you seen your brother?” He clears his throat, shakes his head, and hopes you don’t question the time it took him to ask a simple question. 

You smirk to yourself, a cherry lollipop pulled out of your mouth with a loud pop. You open your eyes and tilt your head. Gaze trained on him so they didn’t linger on the swell of his biceps.

“Probably inside setting up for the party,” you shrug, completely casual and not at all having palpitations from how he looked at you. 

You press the lollipop to your lips, swirling your tongue over it, and watched his adam’s apple bob as you did. It had always been cat and mouse, a game of boundaries and lines never crossed. You turn onto your stomach, head turned away from him as you do. He looks at the curve of your ass, the way your bikini bottoms got lost in it. Steve’s shorts feel tighter, strained. He clears his throat again, pointing towards the sliding glass door even though you weren’t looking.

“I’ll go see if he needs help,” he vanishes behind the door, eyes lingering before disappearing into your home, and you could finally breathe.

—————

Music pulses through the speakers, overwhelming and all-consuming. Your welcome home party was full of people you didn’t know or didn’t talk to, strangers that your twin brother was acquainted with. You eye the mass of people over your cup from your corner of the room. Watch as they dance to an early 2000s Spotify playlist, get lost in the sound, or play tonsil hockey on your couch. Tequila settled in your chest, warm, and you felt like you were floating. 

Mingle. Mingle. Mingle. Your inner voice screams, clawing its way to your cerebellum so that you’d move. So that you’d do anything besides stand on the wall at another house party. But you walk past everyone, through the crowd, and to the pool house that sits on the edge of your yard. 

The moon was bright, light illuminating everything around you in a glow. Lightning bugs buzzed around you. You could still hear the music, the sounds of the party muffled by the sliding glass door. You take another swig of your drink before placing your plastic cup on the table next to you and reclining on the cushioned seat.

“Having fun?”

“A totally rad time,” you nod, words laced with sarcasm, watching Steve as he approaches. 

He gives you a sideways smirk; eyebrows raised as he takes another sip of whatever fills his red solo cup and sits near your feet on the edge of the chair. Steve had always been attractive in an obvious way. His hazel eyes bore into yours, and you avoid his gaze focusing on the new freckles that dotted his cheeks and created a path to his jawline. His caramel-brown waves were shorter, sat just above his ear, and defined his cheekbones in a way that made you want to trace them. He is wearing a dark blue t-shirt that clings to the muscles of his arms and black jeans that accentuate the meat of his thighs. 

You want to sink your teeth into them.

“You’ve never been a good liar, Punky,” he’d caught you, watching as you took him in, and did the same in return. Steve works to keep his jaw from going slack and takes too many sips of beer as he eyes the way your hips flare under the satin of your red dress. You nudge his shoulder lightly, ignoring how the brief contact felt like electricity, and grab your cup to take another swig of your drink.

“You look really pretty tonight,” he manages, the roll of your eyes making his smirk grow wide.

“Not pretty enough for anyone to flirt with me,” you sulk, and takes a few more sips of the amber liquid.

“That’s because Derek would actually kill anyone who touched you,” he laughs as he thinks of how often he’d be warned not to go anywhere near you. He had his King Steve reputation to thank for that.

“Perks of being Derek’s annoying little sister. No one even sees me,” you huff with a dramatic sigh.

“That’s not true,” he tiptoes around a confession, the truth that lingers between the two of you but was never spoken.

“Oh please, I am a pariah in my own house.” You lift a hand towards the two-story tudor, your welcome home party evidence that no one necessarily gives a shit whether you were there. You play with the lip of the cup, rubbing your thumb over the sticky lipgloss left there.

“We can have a little party of our own out here,” he wraps a warm palm against your knee.

“Don’t throw me a pity party,” you pout.

“Ms.College Elite is the only one who has my attention tonight,” he urges.

“What do you say, Punky?” And you debate, mouth twisted to the side as you look at the hot tub and back at him.

“We’ll need more beer,” you shrug. What was better than a party of two?

“Atta girl,” he gives your knee one last squeeze before sneaking back through the glass door and towards the kitchen. 

You stand and strip out of your dress, staying in just your bra and panties. The summer night feels cold against your skin and sends a shiver through your spine. You sink into the hot tub, wincing slightly as your body adjusts to the temperature before lazing back and watching the stars. Steve returns moments later with a six-pack in hand.

“You got in without me?” He teases, eyes focused on your face and ignoring the way the water made the fabric of your bra just a bit more translucent.

“Sorry about it, King Steve,” you mock, splashing water at him as he pulls at his shirt and flips off his shoes. He hesitates as he unzips his pants, suddenly unsure and looking back at the house.

“Is this a party of one?” You tease, hiding the way the possibility stung.

“Not a chance,” he pulls his pants down, green boxers clinging to his sun-kissed skin, and you try not to linger at what they reveal. There was truth to the whispers around school and you giggle to yourself as he climbs into the jacuzzi.

“Not what a guy wants to hear when he’s stripped nearly naked,” he pokes at your side before grabbing a beer. He holds one up as a question, and you nod as you reach for it, his fingers brushing yours.

“I promise my giggles have nothing to do with the way you look,” even though they kind of did, you just don’t want to talk about his endowments.

“Sure thing,” he chugs his beer, red blossoming in his cheeks the longer he sits in the warm water.

“I mean it, I promise. Scouts honor,” you hold up four fingers.

“It’s three fingers, you dingus,” and he splashes water at you as you laugh.

“Watch my beer,” you whine and try to block it from the onslaught of water. 

You press one palm against his chest, turning your back to him as he continues. His chest flexes under your hand, rough hairs rubbing against your palm. Steve tries to reach around you, big hands grabbing for the can of beer as you lean in to take a sip, back flush against him and ass pressed to his center. You feel his arms wrap around your waist and pull you closer, lifting you in the air until your beer can slips from your hands and plops into the water.

“My beer!”

“Way to go, Punky,” he laughs, warm breath fanning your ear, and you turn to look at him.

“It’s not my fault. You’re the one who attacked me!” You push away from him, palm pressing into his pec once more.

“Only because you laughed as soon as I took my pants off. Talk about a blow to the ego,” his hand presses where yours just was.

“Oh please, Harrington. Like you haven’t always been told you’re something out of a Calvin Klein ad,” you roll your eyes, back pressing into the side of the jacuzzi. 

Steve’s cheeks darken to a shade of red, the tips of his ears crimson at your words.

“Something out of a Calvin Klein ad?” He teases, inching closer until he was floating in front of you.

“Like you don’t know you’re some kind of beautiful, Stevie. I’m sure all the girls you’ve dated said as much,” you ignore the way your heart races being so close to him, the way his gaze makes heat pool at your center.

“Maybe cute, sometimes hot, but never some kind of beautiful,” his words come out lower, nearly a whisper. You lift your shoulder, attempting to bring levity to the butterflies springing free and taking flight in your abdomen.

“Well, now you know, don’t let it go to your head,” you nudge him, a small giggle escaping from between your lips as you turn to the side to put distance between you so that you can breathe, but he holds onto your hand and pulls you towards him, chest to chest. 

Your breaths come out shallow, eyes searching his for an answer. He shakes his head, words lost, as he takes you in and looks at you how he’d always wanted to. 

He was cast in a glowy haze, string lights shining orange and yellow against his sun-kissed skin. Steve eyes the pout of your lips, debating, adam’s apple bobbing as he throws all caution to the wind. He closes the small space between the two of you, watching as your eyes flutter close as an answer to an unspoken question. Do you want this too? 

Your noses brush, breaths shaking as his lips hover over your pout before he takes the plunge. His kiss was softer than you had imagined as his lips eased over yours. Tasting like beer and a hint of spearmint mixed with the taste of your strawberry lipgloss. Your hand brush against his bicep and up to his neck, twisting into the waves of his hair. You pull lightly, bringing him closer, lower, swallowing his gasp of surprise as the kiss becomes hungrier, more urgent. 

The world around you disappears, the noise of the party ignored as you focus on the way he felt pressed against you. The way his hands explore the skin of your abdomen, the curve of your ass, and the lines of your thighs. His touch consumes you, leaving a line of electricity wherever the two of you are connected. He kisses you like he’d wanted this, like he’d wanted you, for years. 

He rubs your face with his hand, thumb pulling at the side of your lips so you’d open up for him. Steve slides his tongue over yours, lifting you onto his lap. You wrap your arms around his neck, anchoring yourself to him as the kiss turns filthy and his fingers dig crescent moons into your sides, pushing your center onto his arousal. He sucks at your bottom lip, swallowing your moans as you begin to grind against him. The water sloshes against your hips, the sound covering his groans and your sighs. 

You wanted him, needed him. Steve pulled away, hands firm and stilling your hips as he looked at you with glassy eyes. The realization hung in the air, lines already crossed, and boundaries breached.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he says it like a question. Like he needs convincing, but you were just as lost, lips bruised and a little dazed as you took him in. Your chest heaves, breaths coming in shallow as you shake your head. You shouldn’t be doing this.

“Can you keep a secret?” You ask, and he nods, his lips back on yours rougher than before. 

Steve’s fingers dig into your flesh, jutting his hips up to meet yours as you rock against him. He swallows your whines, nose pressing into your face as he tries to get closer. His fingers trail up your thighs, slip under the fabric of your panties, and rests them on the fat of your ass. Steve pulls away and eyes the way your lips are pouty and bruised.

“Is this okay?” He asks, eyebrows raised, and you nod, needy for more. For him.

“Don’t stop,” you plead, and he presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck, nipping at the tender flesh as he trails to your cleavage. 

Your chest arches under his touch. Head tilted back as his tongue dances along the line of your bra, nipples hardening under his warm breath. 

You are lost in the moment, head under water, electricity coursing through you like a live wire wherever Steve touched. You want to blame the alcohol, want an excuse for making out with your brother’s best friend in your hot tub as you circle your hips against his length and swallow his groans. You kiss a trail from his jaw to the space between his neck and shoulder, sucking a bruise and kissing it sweet. Steve tilts his head, giving you more space to make your mark, eyelashes fanning his cheekbones as he watches you.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admits, breathy and eyes a little hazy. 

You pull away from him, hands resting on his shoulders as you took in his darkened gaze. Questions swirl in your head, the answers found in how he still holds you close, almost like a plea.

He opens his mouth to say more but a loud bang from the house had the two of you scrambling, heads turned and looking for the source of the noise. Afraid you’d been caught, and your chests heave as you wait, moments passed in shared silence, watching as people began leaving the house.

You weren’t ready to stop. Needy to feel his lips pressed everywhere they could reach. Your fingers pressed into his jaw until he faces you.

“Pool house,” you instruct and climb out of the hot tub, pulling him along. He follows without question, the sounds of his wet footsteps trailing right behind you as you push the door open. 

The moment that it closes, he turns you around and pins you to the door. You suck in a breath as his lips hover over your skin, warm breath causing goosebumps to sprout in anticipation. 

Steve chuckles, enjoying how affected you are by him. His knee slots between your legs, balancing you against him as his teeth graze your exposed shoulder. He runs one hand over your hip and the other twines with your hand above your head. Electricity shoots through you, hips rolling back against him as you search for the friction you desperately need. 

He tugs at the strap of your bra with his teeth, pulling the fabric down before switching sides and doing the same to the other. You feel his absence as he pushes off of you to unhook your bra, his fingers making quick work of the hook. The lace loosens from your body, and you allow it to fall onto the floor before turning to him. 

You watch as he swallows hard, his eyes dancing over your exposed skin, highlighted by the moonlight streaming through the curtains, painting you in a pale glow. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, fingers itching at his sides to reach out and touch you. 

Slowly, you approach him and reach for his hand guiding it up to your supple flesh. He cups you with a groan, his thumb brushing over your perked nipple. You push on his chest, guiding him backward towards the couch at the center of the room until he plops onto the cushion with a huff. 

His hands automatically reach out when you straddle him, one leg on either side of his lap. He wastes no time, his mouth creating a hot trail along your naked flesh, making your brain melt. 

Steve’s tongue swirls over one of your nipples, and he sucks it between his lips, watching you with hooded eyes as your head falls back in bliss. Your hands curl in his hair automatically, holding him against and tugging as you swirl your hips against his hardening length. It drives him wild, watching you like this. An image he’d always pictured, but his imagination definitely didn’t do it justice. 

His fingers push under the fabric of your panties once again and grip your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as he begins to meet each swirl of your hips with a rut of his own. He needs you, wants you, in a way that he’s never wanted anyone before.

“Baby-” he groans against your skin, releasing your nipple and pressing his face between your breasts.

The nickname makes butterflies swarm at your center.

“Steve,” You whine, desperate for there to be fewer layers separating him from where you need to feel him most. 

He flips you onto your back suddenly, caging you between his arms and kissing down your body. 

“I need to taste you,” he groans against your skin, dragging his tongue against your abdomen and to the tops of your panties. He hooks a thumb underneath the fabric, and you lift your hips so he can take them off, watching as he discards them absently. 

You’re completely exposed, every inch of you revealed to him, but the look in Steve’s eyes has never made you feel more beautiful. He watches you with an intense regard, almost reverently, as he takes in every inch of you.

“Fuck, honey,”  he breathes and swallows harshly, “so fucking perfect.” 

Steve kisses over your hip bone and down the tops of your thighs, savoring the feel of your soft skin beneath his lips. The stubble along his chin rubs against you just right, and you reach out to curl your fingers back into his hair. 

He’s trailing kisses back up your legs and to your inner thighs, creating an agonizing pace. Teasing, licking, sucking. Leaving his mark. Your hips rise involuntarily, seeking the release you need, desperate for his touch, and he obliges with a swipe of his tongue along your slick folds. 

“Oh,” you gasp, hips falling back against the couch. His chuckle against your sensitive flesh sends vibrations straight to your core, and before you can protest, his tongue is dragging against your slit. Pushing deeper until his nose is pressed against your bundle of nerves.

“Taste so sweet,” he murmurs, sending another wave of vibrations through you, and your cunt clenches at his words. Lost in the feeling of his movements and what was to come. 

His tongue pushes at your entrance, dipping into your center and humming as he tastes more of your essence. 

“Steve,” you grip his hair as his tongue darts in and out of your cunt, creating a lewd noise that fills the pool house. 

He groans against you, nearly losing his mind at the way you moan his name. Watching as you buck against him with each swipe of his tongue.

You whine as he pulls away from you and raise yourself onto your elbows to look at him, jaw falling open when you see his chin glistening with your arousal. 

He watches you as he traces his middle finger over your slit, gathering your slick before pressing it against your cunt. You stretch over him, sucking his finger into your sopping hole until he’s knuckle-deep inside you. 

The sensation has you falling back against the couch, head swimming with need.

Steve bends down and flicks his tongue against your clit, curling his finger inside you as he does. His pace is slow at first, gradually picking up speed to match the flick of his tongue and you’re already close to coming undone. 

The sound of his fingers sinking into your center is vulgar, his pace making your breath quicken.

Every nerve in your body is on edge, and you feel close to combusting. Each lap of his tongue sends a jolt of electricity through your body. He adds another finger, stretching you more, and you hum at the sensation. Your hand cups one of your breasts, fingers pinching your nipple, as your breath quickens and you approach the edge.

“Oh, fuck, Steve,” you moan again. 

Steve’s lips wrap around your clit, and he sucks, making you jolt against his face. You hold him there, grinding as you chase your orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans against you, eager to make you come undone. His words sending you ever the edge.

Your hips lift as your center unfurls, your body stiffening as it courses through you. A feeling that takes your breath away, makes your toes curl, and is felt through every inch of you. Your screams are trapped in your throat, focused on the feeling as you clench around Steve’s fingers and grip his hair. 

Seconds drag on like minutes, and your legs begin to shake. A guttural moan escapes your lips, and goosebumps sprout along your skin as you continue to hold him there.

“Steve,” you keen, and he swears you’re driving him crazy. His fingers don’t stop, and his mouth doesn’t slow as he laps at your release. Groaning as he licks you clean. 

You’re panting, core sensitive, and aching as his fingers continue to drive into you. 

“Please-,” you plead, and he smiles against your skin, his fingers slowing before pulling out of you. You watch him with half-hooded eyes as he licks your spent from his digits, groaning as he tastes your sweetness.

He kisses your bud, the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, and creates a trail up your body. Taking his time to savor the way your soft skin feels underneath his lips. You gasp when they press into your neck, when his tongue swipes before his teeth graze your pulse. 

“So fucking pretty,” he whispers and kisses your jaw, his hard length pressed into you.

Your hand reaches between your bodies, and you run a hand over his boxers, gripping his cock - slowly stroking him through the fabric. Satisfaction thrums through you as you watch his jaw go slack, his hips bucking to meet each of your movements.

“It’s my turn,” you whisper and kiss his jaw, but he shakes his head, swallowing hard.

“Next time,” he insists, and your heart thuds at the thought—next time.

You continue to stroke him, dragging your tongue across his lower lip and humming when you taste yourself there. 

It’s all too much and not enough.

“I need you,” you whisper and pull his lower lip between yours. 

“Baby,” he groans, one hand gripping your hip and the other cradling your face. 

“Are you sure?” He asks, pulling away and meeting your gaze. Measuring your sincerity. 

You nod rapidly and move your hand to the top of his boxers, pulling at the fabric. Holding his gaze. He springs free against your center, and you inhale deeply, hand running along his hard flesh. You stroke him once, running your thumb along the vein on the underside of his cock before swiping it over his tip coated in precum. 

You yearn to taste him, to feel his length against your cheek as you pull him into your mouth, but he’d said next time. You bring your thumb to your lips and lick the precum from it, your gaze never leaving his as you suck it clean.

“Fuck-” he shakes his head, and you push at his chest until he’s seated. You straddle his lap, one leg on each side of his, and reach between your bodies to line him up with your entrance. His tip pushes at your entrance, and you gasp at the pressure, anticipating the stretch that he’s going to be. 

You sink onto him slowly, and he watches your face as you take every inch. The way you gasp, how your eyes squeeze shut, and the grip you have on his shoulders is enough to send him over. He lets out a groan when he’s feeling seated in you, his fingers gripping your hips and leaving marks.

“So fucking tight,” he breathes, jagged and affected, “So perfect.” 

You’re hyperaware of every place you’re connected; his naked chest pressed against yours, his hands on your hips, and his throbbing cock deep in your center. It drives you wild, makes you feel a little drunk on his touch, and slowly you lift your hips. He cups your ass to help your movements, guiding you up and down his shaft. 

“Oh my god,” you moan as you increase your pace. 

He drags a tongue over your pebbled flesh and kneads your breast as he pumps up into you. The sound of your skin slapping against each other intertwines with your breathy moans spilling from your parted lips, and your nails dig into his shoulders. He ruts up to meet the rhythm of your hips, pumping into you at a brutal pace, and watches how well you take him with hooded eyes.

“Take me so good, honey,” he mewls against your breast, and your grip on his shoulder tightens. His hand leaves your tit and traces over your abdomen until his fingers meet your clit. 

“Fu-,” you breathe, words lost as he begins to draw mean circles against your sensitive bud. 

“I’m gonna,” you try to say between moans.

“Come for me, baby,” and the desperation in his voice makes it sound like he’s begging. 

Your legs squeeze shut, hips faltering, but he pumps himself into you. He watches the way your tits bounce with each thrust, the way your head falls back, and your mouth falls open as you come undone. 

“Holy shit, Steve,” you cry, and a strangled groan leaves his lips when he feels you clench around him. 

The orgasm rushes through you, even more intense than before. Heat creeps into your chest as your walls flutter around him, and you dissolve into pleasure. He grips your hips, continuing to pound into you as he chases his own release.

“I’m so close,” he grunts, his hips stuttering and abdominal muscles tightening. He lifts you off of his lap as his release spurts onto his stomach in white streaks, and you moan at the sight of it. Wishing you could feel him fill you. His fingers press into your flesh, his breaths shaky as he holds onto you.

He looks beautiful and disheveled, his chest red from the intensity of his orgasm. Unable to form a coherent thought, let alone speak. 

Steve taps your thigh and you move off of him, watching as he disappears into the bathroom. You sit there, suddenly nervous, suddenly feeling exposed, and begin to look for the little clothes you wore when you led him inside. 

When Steve returns, he finds you pulling your panties back on near the door. Your bra already pulled back into place.

“Running off?” He laughs and reaches down for his boxers near the couch. You spin around to face him with a nervous smile.

“I just thought you’d want to,” you pause and wave your hands around, unsure of yourself, “y’know?” 

He can’t help the chuckle that escapes his lips as he pulls his boxers into place and approaches you, his hands wrapping around your waist.

“Making me feel a little cheap, honey,” he teases and kisses your cheek, holding your face between his hands. Surprising you with how tender he was being.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, and he catches the way your brows furrow. 

“What is it?” He asks you softly, studying your face.

“I just didn’t know if you meant what you said and thought I’d spare you the awkward conversation,” you sigh deeply and meet his gaze.

He doesn’t speak but presses a kiss to your lips, softer and slower. Sweeter. You follow the path his lips create, sighing at the feel of them.

Steve pulls away and smiles at you, his hooded gaze dancing between your tired one.

“I mean everything I said,” he states and rubs a thumb over your cheekbone.

You nod, trying to hide the wide grin that threatens to overtake your face.

“Next time?” You repeat and rolls his eyes, affectionately.

“Next time, I’m taking you on a date,” he promises and leads you back to the couch. He pulls you on top of him, rubbing circles against your arm.

“Oh, a date with King Steve?” you tease and poke him. Just like before. 

“Shut up,” he responds, his voice thick with fatigue and something that sounds like affection. 

He pulls you closer, tucking you between his arm and his chest. His head pressed to the top of yours and the sound of his soft snores lulls you to sleep. 

[khaleesiofalicante]

Oh, and last gossip I swear!!! But this one's good and I hope it can help you ignore your horrible roommate for a liiiiittle bit (I'm still down on becoming a red agent just so you know...)

You remember Sarah and also Josh, right?

Well, Josh told Andrew like a monthago that he was in love with Sarah!!! Andrew told me because no gossip left untold between us lmao

We knew if he told her it was just going to be pure disaster, because she definitely didn't like him back, so Andrew told him to do whatever he wanted but that it couldn't affect our friend group.

And Andrew's jokes about it are in a whole other level istg-

Josh isn't as close as the rest of us, and I've always kept a liiiiittle bit of distance between us, no reason at all, we just don't vibe that much...

And what do you think happened?? Yup, he told her!!! Why???? Idk!!!!

Sarah didn't tell us anything bc she wanted it to stay between them (as they had discussed), but Josh basically told everyone and she didn't know we knew...

Also Josh has been kinda rude to Andrew for no reason and it makes things awkward when we hang out sometimes...

Besides, Josh told Andrew that he felt excluded from us four, when he's the only one that excludes himself sometimes when he leaves a conversation abruptly or makes ride jokes etc

Buuut I kinda liked the way we just decided to sit down and talk about this on our friend group with some healthy communication, and it felt nice 🥰. I mean Josh didn't say much but we didn't want to push because it was his decision to say something and he kinda ignored the whole thing but ok

Anyway, I love healthy communication on a friend group!!! This should be normalized!!!!

Oh, and yesterday we finally told Sarah we knew and we all sat down to share all our thoughts (obviously without Josh) and we talked for like three hours and god it was amazing!!! We haven't talked like that in a while and I love them so much 😭 and then it was just us pointing what we liked about the others, so lots of good vibes💙

I mean there's still some things we should talk about bc Josh has been behaving quite rude and just generally distant while he blames us for it, so we'll see...

But I mean I can't blame him, Sarah is so mf amazing and more people should like her!!!!

I'll keep you posted on how this goes!!!

You and Andrew when Sarah started talking about Josh and his feelings:

ALSO, JOSH IS SO MESSY OMG WTF IS HE DOING GET OUT JOSH WE DON'T STAN.

He did not pass the vibe check, Noah.

PS - I love your friend group so much too 🥰

[delusion-of-negation]

There was this one post I saw floating around some weeks ago, that even specific types of discrimination, can be experienced by people not of the "target" group. Best way I can explain the several paragraphs long post was eg: A cis woman who looks masculine can still experience transphobia because ppl around her will view her as "not being a real woman" because she looks masc. Even though she's not trans, she's perceived as trans and the discrimination she experiences is bc ppl think she's trans

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sorry it's taken me a couple of days to get back to you on this, I needed to pick up meds and the nearest chemist is across the industrial estates and council estates (where I live), so it was an effort to get there, as per usual, because I can't drive. funnily, or rather, annoyingly, in the time since, I actually saw a post saying people who are talking about this sort of thing (ie people not of groups can experience that discrimination targeted at them) are proof that we aren't of said group and only care about the issues when they affect us and think it's acceptable when said group is suffering and/or that they deserve to suffer. and I was like?? no? obviously that's not how that fucking works. I can talk about the obvious fact women can be victimised by misandry without me being a woman, hating men, or only caring about it when things affect me personally. it's the whole "I care about animal rights, I probably am not a llama" thing. but yeah, just because someone doesn't actually have x trait doesn't mean somebody yelling shit about how they'll kill them for it stops being a scary experience, racists don't go "oh, my mistake king, carry on" if you pull out an ancestry test and say they got your race wrong. transphobes in bathrooms won't believe the bearded lady when she says she is actually cis. and the violence they experience is equally worth a conversation about, because it's the same conversation, it's still talking about racist and transphobic systems, and the nuances regarding how they affect people's daily life, and there's still talk about the primary targets of said discrimination within that too. while I'm here, I've been saying this a while, like here's one post:

[borderlinereminders]

Hi hi,, i hope its ok to ask this but is it normal to sometimes like.. not feel stuff around my partner? Like i know i love him and i am happy to be with him all the time, he makes me feel safe and cheers me up constantly.. Its just that he's been going through something rough for a few years now due to trauma and i think i've been getting a slight burn out from that, he hasnt been as affectionate as he was with words back when we first got together so i think its been affecting me quite a bit. Am i an awful person for just,,feeling like smth's missing? He also is experiencing smth similar to what i just described as well..

I dont plan on letting go or leaving him of course.. i want to stick with him through the entire thing till he lets go of his past and let himself recover. I just dont know if what im going through from my end is ok. I hope i get some advice or smth from you.. idk if its related at all to this blog but i wanted to share it regardless.. I hope its ok with you.

Tysm for keeping this blog up as well, its been slowly helping me with my other problems that i've encountered and i couldnt be happier 💙

Hi anon,

That is okay. Relationships are never consistent and often people can’t give 100% all the time and this usually ends up with the other person picking up a bit extra and sometimes getting burnt out. And a few years is a long time to be dealing with that.

It’s completely okay to feel like something is missing. You didn’t say you wanted to leave but I just wanted to assure you that even if you did, you aren’t awful. Your mental health is important.

Have you both sat down and talked about what you’d like to see from your relationship? Maybe there’s a set date night you can have a week or a month?

It’s also okay for you to communicate your needs. Sometimes people can’t meet our needs. But a partner in a relationship should at least try and compromise to meet both their needs and ours. Within reason of course. You having a need for more affection is an example of one within reason and while it may not be easy, he should be willing to try and find a middle ground so that you both have your needs met. It might help to go to him with some little ideas of things he can do that would help and then see if you can both talk about how to make those happens or workable alternatives.

[ngc-5194]

Hello, Lemon Drop! I hope you've had a lovely day so far 💛💛💛 I know literally next to nothing about twewy but I would be inch rested to hear your thoughts about it anyway 👀 if you'd like!

hello happi!! and hehehe ty for enabling me <333 /hj

The first character I first fell in love with - Shiki!! I think you'd like her too honestly, Happi! She was always just so kind and sweet and upbeat despite their situation, (not to mention mr. mew is Iconic) and I really loved her a lot. Were I in Neku in that situation, I think the exact same thing would've been claimed as my second entry fee, the best friend vibes she gives off are simply Too Strong.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now - Beat, honestly. Ok, so, I'll be real, I didn't especially love Neku at the start of the game either, but (considering he's the main character) I knew that I would grow to like him, no matter how much of the game it took playing through. Beat, on the other hand, I wasn't really sold on. He very much had his valid reasons for disliking Neku, and I thought he was a pretty fun character, but until like... halfway into Week 2, I found him... kinda boring? As he had more and more development and screentime though, I grew to really like him! :D

The character everyone else loves that I don’t - One Mr. Sho Minamimoto. Listen, he's fun, sure. In NEO he was great, but I just don't see the appeal. If I wanted to listen to someone scream math terms at me that they (canonically) don't completely understand, I would just go to my brother. His whole Taboo Noise plot and Leo Cantus are pretty cool though, I will admit.

The character I love that everyone else hates - Hmm,,,, I guess Yammer? Though really I think that's only a lack of people remembering him instead of actively hating him. This question doesn't really apply because I really haven't seen an exuberant amount of hate for Any character (esspecially not the ones I really like). Maybe Josh sometimes???? but there's an equal if not greater pushback of love for him, and he's one of my favourites, so ????

The character I used to love but don’t any longer - Kanon, I suppose? She never really clicked for me the way most of the rest of the cast did, but I liked her, I thought she was pretty cool. Her death didn't affect me much, but it was certaintly felt. Kinda all went up in smoke (and it's technically the writer's fault but) when offical ages were released. Kanon, a 23 year old, flirting/encouraging Fret, a 15 year old, to flirt with her is just... Not It. It's a bad look.

The character I would totally smooch - (On the cheek) Rhyme, Shoka, Eiru, Shiki, Joshua (probably maybe), and Rindo :D

The character I’d want to be like - Eri No offense to the rest of the cast, but both before and after the Game she seems to be the most put together of them all. And the one (1) thing she did wrong was accidentally cause a misunderstanding between her and Shiki. A misunderstanding in which she was trying to compliment her friend. Or the Prince, in a sense. How confident in himself he is is something quite a few people strive for. Though, I perhaps would just like to be just a bit more self confident not,,, Quite as much as he is.

The character I’d slap - *chanting* Kubo! Kubo! Kubo! Kubo! He probably wouldn't even feel it, but consider: I don't care, it'd be worth it <3

A pairing that I love - Erishiki. I am always soft for best friends to lovers. (Meaning, yes, Frindo is in here too) And, of course, Joshneku. That,,,,, their dynamic is simply Very Good, and I wish Joshua had gotten more time in NEO

A pairing that I despise - Uhh,, Mr H x Joshua and Uzuki x Kariya. The vibes are simply Off for me on those two. For,,,, a number of reasons. 💙

[fellshish]

thanks for the reply/virtual hugs. it’s always nice to not feel quite so alone. 💙 because of my circumstances that part of the con (regarding what misha said) felt so relatable to me, so to have some people instantly be like “look who misha definitely is today!” felt really... saddening. like who you present yourself as at one point in time is how people are always going to see you, no matter how hard you try to find a way to currently be comfortable as you are.

Very this! Some people i’m sure were joking, but i get how personal that can feel when you relate hard to not being able to be out at work.

Again, i don’t want to assume anything about misha’s sexuality and it’s all fine. He can be straight or queer, whatever, it’s none of my business and it doesn’t affect me.

But i will say this about my own experience at work. I found it surprisingly hard to come out, there, even though i knew they would be ok with my sexuality, still there is a sense that… it changes how people see you and talk to you. And in some ways, it did — for example, the male colleagues stopped trying to flirt lol. And you’re always wondering, what do they REALLY think? Do they feel uncomfortable around me now? And when i think about misha’s situation — if he is queer, imagine having to come out in front of an audience of millions? I struggled with a couple of hundred in my life. I know, i know, poor rich actor man, but truly: coming out isn’t as easy as some people make it out to be, even in this day and age.

I hope things get so much better for you and you get to be who you are, most of the time, and if not, with people who make you feel so loved. <3

[kexing]

i think it's completely normal to react to an event in a show that's traumatizing for the characters and then not dealt with accordingly. i know it took me some time to realize why i was upset after the outing scene and it brought up real emotions in me i wasn't expecting. and i thought it didn't make sense bc it wasn't even like directly connected to any specific event in my life. i don't think you have to try to 'just get over' how the episodes affected you bc they deserve a satisfactory conclusion and so do you. i think it makes sense to be upset on their behalf bc their feelings haven't been validated and i know i wanna see that. i hope you don't feel pressured to join back in on the fun or whatever bc sometimes (a part of) a show is dissapointing af and that's ok 💜

thank you SO much for this message 😭😭😭

these past five days have been really difficult for me. i’m lucky to have good friends who listen to me and validate my feelings. i just wasn’t ready to share that with tumblr, kinda makes it feel even more real than it is 😭

what you said is absolutely right and i knew it all along but still i kept punishing myself for feeling like this. so sometimes we really need to hear other people say it.

so really, thank you. means a lot to me ❤️💙

[celestialblushxoxo]

Hello !! I'm a new follower !😊 I hope you're doing Great !!😄 May I participate in your new future spouse AskGame ?😍 I'm C😻⛵, She/Her and Straight, and thank you so much !!💙

Hey angel, welcome, hope you're having a lovely day/night as well and enjoy your reading🦋✨

Wow ok your person has their $hit together like they are going faaaast like flash in their career/academics take what resonates. He's like steaaady and faaast. He's almost there, reaching his goal. He knows what he wants. He knows he is it. Very confident and smart. He's good at speaking as well. Damn he good with words and vocabulary. Like he sounds like this genius otherworldly man lol. You'd be smitten by him. He also like to text by like extending words like heyyy, cutieee, hellooo, babyyy. Awwww do you see this. He's like a golden boy, everyone loves him, people wanna be like him, an all-rounder, he can do anything so freakin talented. He may play piano. Participate in sports. He's good at sketching. GURL WHAT CAN YOUR MAN NOT DO? omg he says nothing, I can do everything, you tell me what you want😭😂😂 he's funny as well omg. He is like on top honestly, his family is proud, he himself is proud. Self love is there, he's worked on that, parents have been supportive always hence he is so confident in himself. He's brought up in a very chill and healthy family. His family is very financially stable, I see Uni for some reason. If you are older than take it as a career where he is at a good position or he has a business. He loves to drive, may love cars. He got good comebacks. Knows what to say at the right time. Will compliment and hype you up so much, your personal cheerleader. Cheerleader by OMI. Very supportive and youthful but also serious when it comes to work. Noel? Why did a name pop out omg. N as an initial as well. This is first👀 maybe he is your first bf or first time a relationship lasted this long. He's very cautious, he looks at every situation carefully. Looks wise WOWWW, he's your dream guy. He looks so so good man. Fair to tan skin(could be dark too). Dark hair. Dimples mostly. Beautiful arms, they are built. Looks either younger or older fir their age. Wavy to curly short hair. May have a very cute and sweet face. But man when they wear formals😳😏 irresistible. Oof oof. Black satin shirt. Watches. Necklace(silver). Damnn he got good fashion sense as well. He got $$ so he spends it on things which he wants, perfumes, expensive stuff. Financially he is doing great like very good no worries. As a person he is independent, doesn't reply on intuiton more towards sensitivity. Scared about someone breaking their heart. Loves love. Others/their close ones may see them as someone who has a lotta potential, hard working, giving and generous, Loverboy, youthful, chill, confident, fun to be around, limitless, talented, unbeatable, unstoppable, charming ,handsome, luxurious, gorgeous, creative, inspirational, some to look upto. Honestly I'm trying to see what he is his not so good qualities and I can't see anything except he can be stubborn at times lol. But he is very humble tho. Right now he feels kinda lonely, he wants someone to be with him, someone to share his love with, maybe he graduated or already reached the position at work but he is single so he wants someone to share his feelings with to spoil them, to give and receive affection. He is going to love you so much and remind it to you everyday, fun dates and movie nights is also a part in the relationship and gift giving ofc. Very sweet person.

Possible placements: Gemini, Libra and Aquarius, some Taurus and Cancer placement, Venus, Mercury, Sun

All I want by Olivia Rodrigo came up listen to it

Possible fashion aesthetic:

Thank you so much for being patient! Hope you enjoyed your reading and moodboard love, do let me know if you liked it or not, it helps me improvise! Hope you have a wonderful day ahead💗🦋✨

[usergyumoved]

this is to your last anon ok

im so angry like you're the sweetest person I know and some people are just devoid of any kindness, and have nothing better to do im so sorry and I hope you don't let that affect you okay I love you angel💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

AKGDKSGAKGS noooo, gonna square up at their door n take them down on sight....... 10/10 quality time 👊🏼💥 but it's all fine honey dw 😙💙 now hold on ... gonna share my 🍓🍓🍓 w u!! 💕💙✨ love uuuuuu

[khaleesiofalicante]

Don't know if I have used this already or not: "Every saint has a past and every sinner has a future." - Oscar Wilde.

God, the first timeline was so fucking sad and painful to read, Robert deserved better😭 I love the growth he had along the story, the way he, at the end, supported Alec and made sure to fight by his side...

But also its so goddamn interesting on the way Alec deals with pain by being hurtful and bitter and hurting others and himself (parallel with Max!!) And they were so close to passign the law!!!😭

"But do they hate people like him this much? Is there hate strong enough to kill?" Unfortuately, yeah...

Rafael not knowing what to do but trying to help makes me emo🥺 Also not them trying to learn spanish for him😭

It doesn’t come out as a cry of pain and agony. That is unfamiliar to him. No. It comes out as something much more familiar. Something easy. I could go on a whole analysis of Alec dealing with pain but akhdkfbdkdjd too much!!!

Magnus was kinda right though, even if he was hurting by seeing Alec hurt too

All this talk about grief, guilt and pain was simply beautiful. It was raw but so beautiful at the same time

Lightwood siblings supremacy only!!! Also yey!!! Izzy is pregnant!!!!!!! 💙💙💙 Just Jace, Izzy, Maryse, Alec..... I LOVE THEM SO MUCH<333

The way he always feels responsible for everyone around him is both beautiful and kinda heartbreaking😭

The scene with Max and Alec.... Fuck it I'm crying🙂

It reaches his face.

The tears start to cascade down his cheek. Alec sobs into Magnus’ shoulder.

Magnus sinks his fingers into Alec’s hair and holds him tightly, gently whispering to him in Indonesian.

Alec doesn’t understand.

But it soothes him anyway.

🥺🥺🥺The way he could find confort and finally let himself fall with Magnus, in this essay I will-

Second Timeline was a bitch. All those therapy sesions, the way Alec keep pushing and pushing but it also hurted Magnus in a way, besides the fact that he is going through an episode

Everyone else felt far away. Rafael had always been there – hovering around him. He is always there. Not me crying everytime I see how they leaned into Rafael without noticing how it affected him🙂🔪

Fuck those therapists!! Also Verlac... Wtf???

Fuck, I have forgotten about the apartment and all the issues it caused, but Magnus did had a point...

“Well, that’s what therapy is! It's exhausting!”  Magnus snaps. “It sucks, okay? Therapy is about holding yourself accountable for your own damn life. It comes with a lot of guilt and responsibility. It’s about getting to the root of your issues which can be triggering as hell. It’s about making yourself vulnerable which is never easy.”

Everything about this is just ✨WOW✨

All that talk does make you realize about the importance of Alec’s work and all the impact he has, he couldn't give up on it!

“Love isn’t enough?” Malcolm chuckles. “It seems to be that you’ve already made your choice.” bro you practiced necromancy, you are not that if a reliable source tbh...

Seeing Scott so suddenly and so randomly and after all these years feels like a sign Maybe he will survive this too. The scene with Scott... Jdhskdbdk I loved it!! I loved the way they have both gone so far in their lives and that they care for each other, but god if that was frustrating as fuck! And Alec was being an asshole about him and Tessa!!

Third timeline cured everything that was wrong with me, fixed my traumas, cleared my skin-

Honestly, it was so beautiful in the way they are trying to heal and help each other in such a healthy way!! God, I know I love angst but I'm also a whore for this fluff!!

I hope Max gets to figure it out. Love him💙

Magnus literally running bc it was late while looking gorgeous as fuck and Alec fixing his shoes is everything that is ok in this life kshsidhdldk💜💜

“And if he doesn’t work out, we’ll keep looking,” Magnus says gently. “I’m not giving up this time.”

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This man who had taught Alec what happiness feels like.

CAN YOU TWO STOP BEING THE ABSOLUTE BEST?? I AM DROWNING IN FEELS🥺🥺

Jem fucking Carstairs!!! OF course this man is the one that comes and says all this wise and smart things and fixed a lot of things in my life!! I am love him. No one can do it like my boy 😎

All the things about parentification hit to close to home. I didn’t know it existed even!! But god if that was actually really great to read. I actually researched more about it later lmao

The way they care about helping the kids and they are doing something about it to become better parents- fuck, this is amazing🥺

Also all the things about Max and his self-steem and the way he acts like he doesn’t care made me almost cry at my father's office kdhskbdjd

Some of my favorite quotes of my beautiful Jem😍

“But we don’t always feel what we’re supposed to feel, do we?”

"Don’t let your guilt take away his choices.”

“Therapy is not about making things go away, Alec,” Jem says gently. “It’s about to learn how to deal with what exists and learning how to accept what doesn’t.

"Unlike with Rafael, where a lot of his problems were caused externally, Max seems to be struggling with his internal self.”

“Everything I know about love, I learned from my dad and bapak.”

"Who you are now is not who you were four years ago."

Everyone should be scared of Anjali😌

They are both nerds and that is verh sexy of them kdhdidhdkd

Oh my fucking god. That scene😭😭 all of them showing up, Max crying, David being the absolute best!!! The lady of the ice cream shop.... JSGDKBFIDJD I DID CRY AT MY FATHER'S OFFICE FOR THIS😂

"Because sometimes, just sometimes, love is enough." That's it. I'm dead. I am deceased🥺

Song rec: Atlantis by Seafret

@noah-herondale-lightwood i think you sent the ask in anon :)

if you haven't cried at your father's office then what are you even doing am i right???

I'm glad you liked the bits with Jem and the therapy. I was excited for you all to read his scene!

And the song rec is so 🥺🥺🥺

sending love!

[friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn]

Hi ! I don't know if your requests are open or not but if they are just feel free to ignore this ^^

I was wondering if I could get a Harry Potter Matchup please :)

~ I'm a French girl, she/her

~ I'm INFP-A and type 4

~ I'm a Ravenclaw 💙🦅

~ I have ADHD

~ I can be very very very shy at first ! Especially in crowded rooms, and I often hide behind a book. But then when I feel comfortable I'm very affectionate. I'm forgetful and clumsy, I'm patient with a lot of empathy and open minded and people see me as good mannered and gentle (I've been told). I'm very sensitive to criticism but I never show it and always pretend I'm ok when it happens. If I'm surrounded by people I love, my mood can be really affected by theirs (if the looks grumpy or sad I feel meh but the second they start smiling I smile too :) ). I'm very protective and sometimes treats my friends as if they were my children 😅 I'm bad at seeing danger

~ I love books, photography, Frida Kahlo, Aurora, chess, sport, walk in nature (I love in the mountains now but I come from Paris)

~ I'm 174cm, 59Kg, I have an hourglass body shape. I have medium length curly dark brown hair and a fringe. I have dark brown eyes. My hands are always cold ! Once they they turned completely black (I'm white), like, completely, and my doctor told me I have too small veins 😳.

I think that's it ~ thanks for reading !

My requests are currently open, so here's your matchup :)

I match you with...

Hermione Granger

You probably met because you both snuck off to a quiet corner to read during some big event. She saw the book you were reading and just blurted: "Oh, I love that one."

Your relationship starts out because of books, so naturally a lot of your time together is spent discussing your favorites.

Playing chess against each other is always a blast because you're both great at it. Hermione can be a bit of a sore loser, though, and she won't hesitate to demand some affection as a consolation prize.

Hermione is cannonically the responsible friend, so if you're bad at seeing danger, she'll point it out to you.

If you don't mind company on your walks, she'll gladly join you. Sometimes you walk in silence the whole time, sometimes neither of you can stop talking. Either way, it's always a good time.

She'll absentmindedly take your hands and warm them with her own. She doesn't even realize she does this until someone points it out to her.

This also leads to her holding your hand whenever she can. It's adorable.

Since you're into sports, I'm going to assume you'd play Quidditch. You can bet Hermione always cheers for Ravenclaw when your team plays.

She's very intrigued by your photography, even a little jealous because she wishes she knew how to find the right angles, the best light, all that kind of stuff. Since she can't, she settles for loving your work.

You're each other's number one fan.

I hope you enjoyed this! Thank you for requesting, and have a lovely day/night :)

[delusion-of-negation]

1 Thanks for your addition, and for understanding that it's difficult to get all the nuances into tumblrs character limit, considering how nuanced and deep this topic goes, especially when adding personal experiences. I never really thought to deeply about it, even though you're right. I'm a half-slavic woman living as diaspora in a white country where they have a history of oppressing the white-indigenous culture, and I've been called a slur relating to that despite not being of said indigenous

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character limits and casual conversations and the limitations of talking about such huge topics inevitably lead to not every little nuance being covered, I sometimes worry that the way my head goes "oh and also here's some other stuff that fills that gap!" will come across as saying "how dare you forget this", so thanks also because I worried I wasn't getting my tone right lately and I was worried you'd think I was attacking. yee, I think I've been called certain slurs beginning with g that jimmy carr would approve of more than my actual name at this point, I think it's fair for me to view that as racism, it's attacking a person for their race or their perceived race, but it's easy to forget that it's racism when main discussions of racism revolve around the more severe topics like slavery for obvious reasons. having been the victim of a beating from the police for being trans and disabled, I see how that was weaponising the same systems against me that are weaponised against others - it's not a battle against one big bad with just an ultimate singular goal, it's fighting a complex web of attitudes or behaviours or policies or so forth, that overlap at points and will contradict each other at other points. intersectionality is drawn sometimes as circles with lines between them, and each circle generally is described as a person who has traits the lines target with bigotry - this is a very poor way to envision it and leads to a whole lot of misunderstandings. intersectionality's seeing how a policy that was invented to arrest hippes and poc, the anti-drug crusades in america I mean, now attacks disabled people who're using said drug as pain relief also, and the *issue* intersects for seemingly disparate features people may have, the opiate issue similarly affects disabled people because when that drug group became demonised doctors started giving it out less, which has generally been heralded as a good thing preventing addiction in people, yet what it actually does is push people to either live life constantly in agony or seek out illegal meds via dealers. seeing different ways the system affects different groups, and how the webs sometimes cross strings in various ways, that's what it is, that's intersectionality, not "abel is a black trans woman and so mathematically speaking abel has it worse than joe", and I think sometimes it just takes one casual conversation where phrasing makes something click for people to realise the difference there, understand their experience in a new light, etc, and that's some reasons why working side by side and together is so important, while remembering that we can't all prioritise everything, we are going to have our own specialities. I think mine is just getting us talking to each other, I'm not great at designing policy but I like having conversations and helping people see different angles.

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Omg im so sorry i didnt think of that, i was a little in my own head after that incident and was looking for blogs w characters i like (the possum is ok!! We got him help!!)

Im autistic im sorry!!! Im not good with emotions🥵 i wont do it again &be more careful!!!!

Hello, nonnie!!! ~ 🥰💖

Oh, darling, it’s okay! 💖 I understand. I’m so sorry that you had that incident! It’s so upsetting and scary when situations like that happen (I’ve had a few myself, which is partly why it really upsets me) and I’m so sorry that you’ve had this experience.

I’m so relieved to hear that the possum is okay and that he got the help he needed! 🤗💗 You’re a beautiful person for helping another living being skksks I almost want to thank you on behalf of the possum.🥺🥺🥺💙

Okay, well... you’ll have to forgive me for any rusty characterisation because I haven’t written for L since October 2019 (such a special time...🥺) but I do want to give you something because of how this has affected you and because of how sweet these asks are, so I’ve spun a small something under the cut. I hope it’s okay! It’s unedited and literally just whatever I thought up on the spot ksksksk I just really want to give you something, darling.💝

TW; animal harm implied under the cut (not much because I don’t want to upset myself or anyone else, but know it happened “off-screen”).

L got to the phone before you did.

He had you on surveillance at all times, even when you were by his side where you belonged, so when you had the possum carefully cradled in your lap, L was already phoning you. He didn’t need to ask what had happened, when it had happened, or anything else. 

His only concern was you.

“L, I - the possum, it - “

L cut you off. “I know, Y/N, I saw.” His voice was monotone to all by you. You heard the slightly rushed breathing, the crackle of the phone as he held it tighter to his ear than necessary, the audible swallowing of whatever sweet treat he was munching so that he could speak to you slowly, clearly, to keep you calm and rational. “There is a veterinarian clinic near by. I will stay on the phone with you until you get there. Can you put me on speaker, Y/N?” By using your name often was L grounding you and keeping you there with him.

L kept his promise and he got you to the clinic easily enough. You did your best to get the possum help and on your way home all you could think about was L. His dark eyes, those treats he favoured, the loose way he held you until you squeezed his midsection and made it obvious that you craved him.

Your journey home was a blur, your vision barely focused on the road ahead of  you, your nerves fried. You parked the car in the garage at the Tate Hotel, opened the driver’s door and almost fell into L’s arms. His plain white shirt absorbed your tears and slowly, slowly, did L get you into his hotel room.

You were safe. 

You were home.

TW; shootings, unsolicited violence (it’s J, I mean????)

J was not happy. You knew to not phone him when he was out on “business”, so when he answered the call with an eye roll, he was expecting something bad. Anything less and he would have your head.

“J, the - I hit a - possum - “ You broke off, too upset to speak.

J made a sharp motion with the hand which wasn’t holding the phone and three men scurried forward like rats out of the darkness as he put you on speaker.

“All right, doll, shush, shush, shush,” J shook his head, “Deep breaths for me, hm? Where are ya’?”

“I don’t know, I - “ You choked on a sob and J sighed, making another motion with the same hand so that another of his men could start to trace the tracker he’d put on your car months ago.

“Sit tight, Y/N. I got’cha.” 

J put one, two, three bullets into random people’s heads and stalked from the warehouse, the three men he’d chosen hot on his tail as the fourth man texted him your location.

The world could burn for all J cared, for in this moment all he saw was you.

[hooned]

I am here to just say that I am not a fan of Bright or Win but I do not condemn cyber bulling. I dislike that people are going around misinterpreting false information and video clips that they have seen and then make an assumption off it. Bright getting more fame after 2Gether has definitely gone up and it's sad to see that because of it there are going to be so many anti fans. Those anti fans do not understand that hateful words can hurt emotionally and mentally. Bright is probably

Going through a paranoid and traumatic state reading and hearing about all these hate so much. I just hope that he will not harm himself and I hope that he does get therapy because he's still very young and to have all these things come at him can be very stressful. I hope that the people he loves do take good care about him because hateful words can be engraved into people's thoughts and hearts. It's a serious matter and it's not a joke to play around with.

hiii, love!! 💙 exactly. thank youu so much for sending this bb. we're not really asking people to like him. like whoever you like. it's ok. but at LEAST. AT THE VERY LEAST. respect him. at least think about how he's just as human as all of us. he laughs, he cries, he gets happy, he gets tired. he is human and he will break if this much goes on. it has to stop. people on twitter actually saying that the boycott hashtag was a joke ??? it stops being a joke when someone's mental health is literally being jeopardized. it stops being a joke when it hurts people. it stops being a joke when it harms perfectly good relationship. it is not a joke. it is what it is, cyberbullying. and people need to be held responsible for it. *side eyeing gmmtv* 👀

+ people can't say that these stuff don't affect bright coz it does. he keeps on saying on interviews that he tries to not let it get into his head, that he sees it as a lesson to improve himself, but the man has done nothing to elicit such hate?? like. it does affect him. he used to be vvv addicted to social media. he used to go on insta lives always, happy when he sees people coming to watch him. he always does askbright on twitter coz he loves talking to his fans. but now?? now what?? he almost does not go online if not for endorsements and promotions. now tell me it's not that deep. tell me it does not affect him. that he's okay.

he's not. and the photos of him and win recently shows how tired and drained they are of everything. just let them take a break pls. let them rest. they need it 😔

[definitelynotwinter]

Hey are you ok? You don’t have to answer but I want you to know are worth love and care and affection. I’m sorry that you’ve had to fight for it and made to feel like you don’t deserve it but you do. Other people treating you like trash is a reflection of them not you. You valid and wonderful just as you are. I hope you feel better soon. Sending you all the love you actually deserve and more.

💙💙💙

Hi. Thank you for your kind words. I am not in the proper mental state to give you all the words you deserve back but to make it short I am not okay- and your words have more of an impact than you know. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reaching out