#i need to post this now before i change my mind lmaoo

[mingyuskim]

MINGYU GOING SEVENTEEN EP.119 GOING PRODUCTION

[shaunamilfman]

It’s been so long since I’ve sent an ask in, i fear the kids will think we’re in a divorce. So today I came to offer up a situation I believe in 1000%.

Jackie Taylor in college not knowing how to flirt with women, so whenever she meets you for the first time she doesn’t know how to talk to you. She ends up buying those stupid men’s pickup artist CDs, the like late 2000s type. She believes it completely and thinks that this is how you get girls and buys like the whole box set. It comes with douche clothes, a small notebook of pickup lines and a huge textbook along with like 10 CDs. Literally any normal person would know these lines and tactics would absolutely not work, but she’s convinced herself. So she tries approaching you in a bar and when you don’t follow the script that the pickup artist said you’d respond with, she gets nervous. She pulls out and skims through the pages of a huge book that in VERY bold letters on the front reads, ‘HOW TO GET WOMEN’

She eventually gives up on the textbook after she sees the weird look you gave her upon seeing it. Just ends up taking a bar napkin and writing “Do you like me?” With 2 options below that read “Yes” and “YES”. She’s looking at you like she’s so proud of herself that you cant help but circle the option in all caps. (She thinks that means you’re dating, immediately)

excellent ask as always bro. feels like we haven't spoken in soooo long. waiting by the window for my husband to come home from war. checking the post office every day for one mere letter from the front lines 😔

the way that little book is the only thing jackie's taking notes on before she got to college. she bombed her first exam and is like "omg how do you study in college???" and then looked at her 10 pages of notes from "chicks 101" and a lightbulb lit up

jackie has the best pickup lines written down and her phone and keeps checking the notes app as shes walking towards you (walks into a pole). forgets them immediately the second she starts talking to you (you talked first and she forgot what she crammed) but refuses to admit it and tries it anyways. completely flips the line around. like "you're the only ten i see, are you from tennessee?" and immediately winces.

screams into her pillow atleast once a week. did not realize that flirting with girls would be so fucking hard. no one tells you this thing. she almost misses when she thought she was straight. the shit was soooo easy. she's so good at flirting with boys that she's still pulling them without even trying.

also jackie for fucking sure memorizes how she wants conversations to go in general when she's nervous about something i feel and the second someone goes off script she's like "hold on now". has to schedule a doctors appointment for the first time and they ask her a question she didn't have written down and she hangs up (they needed her middle name. she makes shauna call them from rhode island lmaoo.).

peering over jackie's shoulder and she's got 20 tabs open all along the lines of "how to kiss", "how to tell her i like her", "how to flirt with women when you look straight", "how to be her friend in a gay way", "lesbian. girl pretty. help"

jackie does NOT believe in situationships. what do you mean you're not in love with her??? you went on three dates?? she secretly sprayed her perfume on your pillow when you were in the bathroom and everything. yahoo answers swore it would make you fall in love with her

side note jackie immediately hard launches you after one date. queen. writing mrs jackie taylor in all her notebooks for sure. calling shauna up like "i found the one" and shaunas like "...where is she from?". "unimportant. anyways so on our date..."

you see a no faintly written under a shit ton of eraser marks before she changed her mind and wrote another yes. (was nervous about giving you the option lmaooo)

[augustrambles]

HIII omg i love ur page, its so beautiful to look at sobs AND YOUR WRITING?? 100/10, love it.

if its okay, i wanted to req kyle walking in on the reader uHHHH.. touching- either that or theyre roomates or wtv and he hears them moan his name and he's like "oh??"

let's b honest his face would def match his hair LMAOO anyway yea, take ur time with it bb i just can't stop thinking ab this scenario and need someone to put it into words for me 😭😭!1!! that's it, take care < 3

-🔪 anon (i think no one uses this one?? so im claiming)

WELCOME 🔪 ANON!! so nice to have you love, thank u!! i spent a little too much time on my page.... so thank you for complimenting it! i ♡ this trope thank u. my first post after coming back <3 GUESS WHOS BACK BACK AGAIN!! AUGUSTS BACK, TELL A FRIEND!!

kyle broflovski x reader [college roomates au]

warnings: nsfw, no sub/dom, masturbation(obvi) , getting caught!!

KYLE BROFLOVSKI

kyle was writing an essay in his room, doodling on the page over and over as his concentration started to fade by the second. he could barely take it anymore, he was so desperate thinking about your smile, your laugh, and your frown, the way you yelled at people when you got mad. everything about you.. was so.. he sighed and let himself rest, throwing his head back he sighed, almost as if a sigh in dissapointment in himself for falling into his desires so easily. either way, he pushes the feeling aside as he begins to pull down his sweatpants, like he had done shamely, many times before.

you were out with your friends anyone, it's not as if he could get caught anyway, so what's the harm? (haha! jinxed!) his sweatpants, along with his underwear, now fell to the ground as he fisted himself, imagining you, imagining every "good morning" or "good night" you told him, you yourself.. was so perfect. the more his thoughts entered his mind, the more filthy he felt, the more he felt like a pervert. he was so busy beating himself to you that he didn't even notice you entering the house. either you'd come home early, or.. he lost track of time.. he jumped at the sound of his door opening and he rapidly put his underwear back on, though, to no use. "[name]! i- i can explain!" "oh honey.. i don't think there's a need to explain." you smirked as you turned his chair around so he would face you, you giggled as his flustered look. "do you want help, baby?" you said, and if he was in a better state of mind, he wouldve taken it as an insult, as if you were mocking him, but he was so desperate.. and that didn't change once you got on your knees. oh boy, this was going to be a long night..

[themintman]

Its time for me to breifly explain some of my favourite aus for you guys!

I've been putting this off for far too long omfg. theres a lot of these, so theyre going under the cut here. Also the titles will probably change in the future. I'm ass at naming things LMAO

Concrete Halls / Zombie! Nurm 🦴

Deep in the Zombie Mines, things get out of hand quickly and Nurm gets bitten. With no access to golden apples or potions of weakness in the Institute, he is cursed to become a zombie, somewhat hindering the group on their way back up to the surface. Now, after Romeo is well and truly defeated, he and Jack must go on an adventure to find a cure. Unfortunately, due to the terror caused by Romeo and the Bedrocking - and the fact that most nearby temples have been raided - these items may be harder to find then they first thought.

The current star of my blog! He even has his own fanfic now, how fabulous 🎉🎉🎉 (Concrete Halls on AO3!)

tag: Zombie! Nurm

Soul Searcher 💐

A Spiritfarer x MCSM au

When Jesse dies, she wakes up in a strange world full of spirits with Reuben. Here, she is assigned the task of the Spiritfarer by Buck, a basilisk. now, she sails across the oceans of this world, reuniting with old friends and fulfilling their final requests until they are ready to move on and join the stars in the sky.

kinda been neglecting this one.. oops! sorry gang 😔 I need to get back on this one OML. Definitely my most melancholy au

Tag: Soul Searcher au (though I also use Spiritfarer x MCSM sometimes)

Chimera Champion 🐉

In which Romeo gets a little silly with his champion. Perhaps a bit wacky. Bonkers, even.

Romeo created the Ender Dragon as a challenge to see just how worthey the old Order of the Stone really is. Unfortunately, they didn't exactly kill the dragon, and romeo never had any rules against command blocks to there was nothing he could really do to stop them.. frustrated, he vowed to not let his dragon go to waste. Then, years later, he kidnaps Jack with the intention of brainwashing him to become his new champion, when he gets an evil idea. Why stop at champion? Why not play around with other mobs? Why not play around with his dragon? and so, Chimera Jack is created: a huge, human/dragon centaur

Tag: Chimera Champion au

Space Dog 🧪

When DanTDM finds the Enchanted Flint and Steel, him and some of his YouTuber buddies decide to go through the portals, exploring the various worlds, while Trayaurus decides to stay back and mind the lab with Grim. However, Dan never returns, and the increasingly worried Trayaurus decides to follow him through the portal, getting lost and eventually finding himself in BeaconTown years later in search of his friend. But each answer he finds also comes with more questions, and its not long before he gets the feeling that hes being watched..

I havent actually posted about this one!! Or uh. I did but it was VERY brief LMAOO so here's your actual introduction to my TDM au 😝

Also its nice to finally have an au with Trayaurus. Because yk i keep designing him for my other aus even though hes not even there-

Tag: MCSM: Space Dog

Mousecraft: Teensy Mode 🐭

Exactly what it sounds like! MCSM, but theyre all rodents (and maybe some other tiny creatures)! A joint au between me and DragonBMA 😋

The Order of the Stone is a group of small, furry mammals, famous for their adventures. Most notably, defeating the Ender Dragon (Vacuum cleaner). However, this battle was a lie, and the forgotten member of the Order, Ivor, is hungry for revenge. So, he creates an illness, infecting the minds of the rodents and causing them to band together in a hive mind. Unfortunately, things get out of hand, and now its up to Jesse the rat and her pet rolly polly, Reuben, to stop the Rat Kings before all of rodent kind is infected.

Tag: Mousecraft Teensy Mode

Mermal 🐟

A more aquatic take on season two- Each of the admins represents a group of fish: Fred is squids and mollusks, Xara is dolphins and other water mammals, and Romeo is the Guardian. The admins each created theyre own groups of merfolk. These are the villagers and the people of the underneath. Nurm is a guardian who protects the Sea Temple, not letting anyone get close in case they anger the Admin. Jack, Sammy and Vos are three young, reckless adventurers who are much too curious for their own good. I'm sure you can tell where this is going-

Dont worry though gang. Jack x Nurm is still real and true. Theres only ALMOST an old man divorce 👀

Tag: Guardian! Nurm

[slowd1ving]

HELLOOOOO I'M GONNA SCREAM AGSBSNNS THE COMMENT DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH SPACE SO HERE I AM LOL

Goodness, FIRST OF ALL, I thoroughly enjoyed how you added your own narration to what could've been going in through vil's head leading up to the overblot, the deteriorating thoughts and the desperation,,, so awesome, and how he finally reaches the stage of acceptance both in terms of his rivalry with neige AND the MC?? Ah yes, how bittersweet. And also, I love how the little idea that MC can sort of "read" / look into people's memories post overblot was implemented here, I legit just pointed at the screen and went "AHA. 🫵 GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE"

Aside from that,,, besides The fact that the chapters were appropriately labeled before being posted, I actually kind of predicted what MC might have asked for had they won hehe they're so wicked LMAO (which, speaking of, even if it's not relevant anymore, what would have been their score? I'm quite curious! But it's okay if you didn't think about that particular detail lol, there was a lot more to look toward to hehe)

AND OMG THE PARALLELS BETWEEN VIL'S DREAM AND THE ACTUAL SCENE AAAA I LOVE IT, I LOVE SEEING HIM LOSE HIS MIND LMAOO (also stockings????????? I had to take a walk for a moment 🫠🫠) and rook being an absolute menace when he puts two and two together 😭🙏god bless that freak

Wahhh just a very delightful series overall, your writing is just wonderful and you just earned yourself a new follower HALLO :333

LMAO BRO WENT OVER THE WORD COUNT😭😭

yeah honestly the twst writers missed out on a treasure trove of content when it comes to thoughts pre-ob; like that haze you go through when you're losing it 😔and for the acceptance bit - I feel like Vil's a more dynamic character than one to keep such a grudge without it changing (he's still petty to neige now over MC LMAO). I like how twst did the peek-into-memories bit it makes the ob seem so much more human 😭had to include it ofc

bro MC was DEVIOUS especially with that little flirtatious thing they were doing right after the assessment...in terms of their score they won lmao (like a biological weapon vs a poison comeonnn now) in the original I'd posted on ao3 a while back I did include that they still came out on top with the magical resistivity in play - but only in the notes not the actual work

cuz I felt like not revealing it showed growth for vil since the letter was still unopened by morning which meant he was focusing more on human connection (literally lmao) rather than his 'perfection' for once 😭but yeah revealing it in the fic would've still been brutal for poor vil

YESSS THE PARALLELS WERE MY FAVOURITE PART TO WRITE!! like I needed him to question whether they'd seen his dreams and not just his memories lmao (honestly I'm still not sure if their dreams connected or MC just saw it like they did with the original scenes with the original films - but that would've been a pretty interesting out of body experience)

smth about men in stockings bro.... had the most DEVIOUS smile like hed totally wear them anyway because theyre elegant or whatever bros a little 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 with it 😭😭

rook was putting two and two together a long time ago 😭nah but writing him being romantic earlier made me tempted to make it about him instead

thank youuu i might write a similar style with alhaitham or smth because GODDDDD academic rivalry is so 🤩

you earned yourself a follow back 😭 these comments made me genuinely so happy to read through

HELLO YA :3

[b3achysurfur]

yo hey logang member here

just wanted to lyk i actually dont care if you dislike logan, i have characters i dislike too like thats ok i just feel like this all turned into petty drama that wasnt needed 😭 i disagree with some stuff you said (like that one comment about understanding how logans parents didnt want him) but i guess i just wanted to clarify i myself dont have any true ill intent towards you i just think this whole situation is kinda stupid and wanted to clarify that so have a nice day ig- i blocked immediately because i didnt want to see more drama but here i am lmaoo

i personally like logan because he contributes to the group, keeps a level head in tough situations(like standing up for barons other victim) and can make a decision under alot of pressure (like shooting the phantom) and i think he has alot of potential but feel free to debate

hi , idk what happened but the logang has started interacting with me again. did someone make a post or did y’all js get curious? I genuinely wanna know 😣 but you guys are welcomed here !!

um but yeah I agree. thing is I never started this account to troll or start drama/discourse. the account was so that I could separate my main and sbg content and it’d be more organized. I had been posting Logan hate before hand, and a lot of ppl found my posts funny/agreed so I just continued it here. you guys just got rlly mad for no reason. I get that some of the jokes I made were a little harsh, but at the end of the day it was never that serious. I do apologize if I stressed anyone out, but this whole thing is so silly. I’m use to bigger fandoms being more aggressive, and even the sbg TikTok fandom is pretty blunt, so I didn’t think you guys would take my jokes so personally. but you live and you learn.

also I appreciate you being so kind! I understand that many ppl just blocked me bc they didn’t want to waste their energy on smth silly / js assumed it was bait content. which is totally fair! like I’ve said in other posts, I have no ill will towards anybody I’ve interacted with, regardless of how the conversation we had went down. If I’ve said smth that’s upset you, my dms are always open to chat or js tag me in a post/comment and I’ll talk with you. Sometimes I can be a bit rude, but I promise it’s not personal at all. The only person I hate is Logan fields. Not you guys. Even if your a logang member (funny y’all took a liking to that name btw 😭).

I will continue to post Logan slander, and I can’t promise that I’ll tone my content down all the way, so if that’s not for you then you’re welcomed to block me or the Logan hate tag. I use like the same 4 Logan hate tags so it’s not gonna be a sneak attack. Also even though I post logan hate, I AM ALWAYS OPEN TO DEBATING. I’m very open-minded and will change my opinion if you make a good point that I can’t refute. I just have not run into anyone who could do that yet.

okay now for the fun stuff. You said you like Logan because he contributes to the group, but I disagree. I feel like Logan has contributed least to the group. When you say “he keeps level-headed”, I feel the opposite. Logan is very shy and timid, and he gets scared very easily. Logan is very easy to persuade and intimate, which is why he got bullied in the first place. Although he stood up to Barron, he wasn’t level headed at all. He was clouded with rage (which in part has to do with the phantoms) but shows he cannot control his emotions well. In many offical arts + earlier chapters, Logan is seen crying / hesitating constantly. Yes he has a reason to be terrified, but you cannot say he is level headed. Especially compared to everyone else. I’m not sure how I feel about him being able to make decisions under pressure. I think Logan is good at analyzing situations. Thats why he was able to come up with multiple theories about the phantom world. But I feel like in order to say he makes good decisions under pressure, he’d have to actually put these decisions into action. Logan is still very hesitant though and I don’t want to base his character off of one scene, especially because I’ve talked about why I feel like that scene was a cover up and not genuine. Most of the time Logan follows the instructions and commands of others. He actually buckles under pressure imo. like when they were fighting before getting the car, Logan would’ve never mentioned he was scared if Tyler had not spoken first. He would’ve just followed everyone else due to peer pressure. Logan always acts second. I honestly believe if he had saw Aiden on the roof he would’ve never even considered using his gun because he avoids situations that have a lot of pressure and responsibility. So no, I don’t believe Logan makes good decisions under pressure. Again that’s just my opinion and I’m down to talk about it more! but if you do want to debate pls js reblog this or put another ask in bc the comment word limit is so annoying 😭

[soigelth]

Stuff I’ll probably talk about

So yeah, here’s some things I’ll probably post about, just because I can

Obviously about LGBTQ+ stuff 🏳️‍🌈 🏳️‍⚧️

Perhaps something dealing with autism (I myself have autistic traits) and neurodivergency, as I also have ADHD. I heard from YouTube that Tumblr is like a heaven for ADHD people 😂

Mental health things are really important to talk about. I have history of depression and self harm, and have lost a loved one for s*icide. I don’t want anyone to go through these problems alone. My DMs are always open if needed. (They are also open if you have any questions, have any kind of problems at home and/or with your family that you want to talk about, have addiction or anything like that. Also if you need help figuring out your identity.)

Reality shifting, astral projecting, quantum theory, manifesting etc. Just that our minds are so much stronger than we even realise. We are literally capable of changing our physical reality if we believe hard enough. How cool is that? 👀

I might post about random story ideas (I LOVE writing and reading). If I need to write my ideas down somewhere quickly, I could post them here before they fleet 😂

About random books I’ve read because books are awesome. Also chapter 61 <3

Of course, just like every other Tumblrer, just random scattered shit. Shower thoughts, stuff that pops into my head at 2 am… yuhh

ASTRONOMY. How could I forget about astronomy? Literally the coolest thing I know of rn. I love space so much!

My process of learning a dozen languages at the same time lol (atm I’m learning Japanese and Dutch, and just now realised I forgot to extend my Duolingo streak yesterday 😭 I’m using way too many gems for streak freezes lmaoo)

Thank you if anyone even read this. Probably a waste of your time, but hope you enjoyed anyways I guess 😂

[apoptoses]

I'm back. Fed my cats, watered my plants, took a shower, had dinner and then finally sat down and finished what I'd started. Mind blown tbh, might be one of my favorite one shots by you now. And listen, Daniel has never not been River in my mind, but your recent posts have rewired by brain chemistry a bit so I pictured him as Spader throughout the fic and let me tell ya, it was an out of body experience holy shit!!!! He might've awoken something in me 🥵 sorry River but you're gonna have to share now 🥵

"but then again, maybe the unnatural was the only place Daniel felt safe anymore. That by coming to love such an inhuman thing human experiences no longer cut it" That's my no. 1 boy!!! Coming to terms with his monsterfucking nature and embracing being unapologetically horny for the death guy, we love to see it.

“Yes, lover?” Armand murmured without putting the magazine down. Daniel rolled his eyes. He reached over and tilted the magazine down until he could see Armand’s face, stark white even in the warm glow of the lamp beside him.“ Can we talk without Cosmo in between us?” Daniel asked." Babies are learning to communicate! With words! Also it's extremely them to finally learn how to voice their needs via their sexual appetite/preferences lmao. The way you also fleshed out Armand's insecurities and uncertainty when it comes to Daniel and what really wants out of things was just lovely. "Yes, sometimes I'm more careful with you than you really know" 😭😭😭 he truly is just trying to navigate this relationship the best he can, he's just had a hard time with not letting his intrusive thoughts win, that's all.

“Oh. You took off your rings,” Daniel said. “You never do that.” Yeah this hit the spot, alright. Completely bare for the first time, fully in it for the experience. It's not just about Daniel getting what he wants now, not anymore.

"Daniel glanced between Armand’s hand and his face, his wide eyes, so dark they looked almost entirely black." full jungle cat mode, my favorite Armand mode. Blown asf pupils because he's that horny, the song of my people 🥹

"The thigh he’d just defiled, one he’d ruin further by coming on it", defiled!!!! at this point I was delirious lmaoo no coherent thoughts tbh just know that it just doesn't get better than this, in DA-verse.

“If there’s some kind of rules to this you better tell me now before I’m not able to stop,” Daniel managed to say between rough, messy kisses. He’d have felt ridiculous being so desperate his teeth clacked against Armand’s but he was too far gone to care." Also THIS. Daniel was beyond all logic here but he still had the decency to ask Armand for permission of some kind, he's so stupid in love and also the most ridiculous human, I love him so.

Life changing, this one. 15/10 no further notes xoxo DA

Dungeon anon I'm gonna cry haha You and desertfangs have been the only ones to make any comment on that fic at all and it feels so awful, but knowing you enjoyed it so much means a lot.

Also WELCOME to the wonderful world of Spader!Molloy, please see my masterpost I posted earlier and drool with me. His backlog of films is just so fucking perfect and his looks are incredible and ugh! I just love picturing him as Daniel.

That's my no. 1 boy!!! <- okay Daniel aside, are you a succession fan? haha Is this a kendall roy reference?

But yes! Making them communicate was the whole point! They're locked into this awful game of 'if I hint will you pick it up?' and 'i see your hint but i don't wanna ask what it means unless you can say it explicitly'. They have the ability to not use Armand's mind gift as a crutch they just gotta use it!

I love thinking about the opposite POV as I write and were that fic from Armand's POV it would be an entirely different story. Because what do you do if someone is saying in their mind 'yes I want this' but they're saying with their mouth 'no, I'm not into that' and then sometimes in their mind they're also like 'no I can't do that'? What do you do? It's so much pressure that I think he would retreat just like he did here.

I love Armand with his rings but I think there's so much intimacy in the idea of him taking them off. They're part of him, they're a symbol of the walls he has up and the defense mechanisms he hides behind, so any time I have him remove them around Daniel he's being the most honest.

Daniel was beyond all logic here but he still had the decency to ask Armand for permission of some kind, he's so stupid in love and also the most ridiculous human, I love him so. <- Exactly, he's always got the drive to get permission even when it's not needed! He loves being out of control. And I love him sloppy kissing, like full on messy teenage makeout mode and Armand being too into it to even tease him about it. They're both a mess!

Anyways I'm so happy you liked it because I don't think anyone else did haha Or they were all uncomfortable with saying so, I guess. I feel super defeated finally getting back on ao3 and getting crickets. But I love that you love it, I loved writing it.

ps- cats? Tell me more! Send pics if you can!

[8054yamato]

03/18/2024

I now acknowledge that I am truly depressed and suicidal. Maybe I knew it from the beginning and was trying to avoid reality by pretending not to be. If that was the case, then I was just hurting myself. As opposed to tackling the problem upfront, I pretended to be someone who I was not and caused me to be led astray from the correct path. I knew I needed help, but the help I thought I needed then is different from the help I want now if that makes sense.

Maybe the future me thinks I am depressed at the most trivial and retarded things. I am so chronically depressed that I stay in my room and stuck on my computer nowadays.

What if the future me is screaming at myself for being fucking stupid? What if he is telling me to get the fuck up and do something about it? My situation will not magically fix itself if I do not do anything about it. It is not like I am unable to. How?

First off, I am not in a coma. My limbs are intact and working. Physically I am okay to do whatever I need to do. I am not living on life support or any tumor/cancer preventing me to freely make choices in the physical aspect of things.

Second, I am not retarded. Both halves of my brain are functioning well and I am not doing some ed shit. In the medical aspect side of things, I am mentally fit to do whatever the fuck I want.

What is stopping me? I am mentally unstable. I do not have to be retarded to diagnose myself this. My moods determine if I am willing to do something and by how much. That needs to change.

Off topic, but I want to emphasize how much typing my thoughts out really help circulate my brain. I am becoming more self-aware about myself at extremely faster rates than when I held it as a thought. I would have figured this out much later, but by then it might have already been too late.

Anyways, I just have to stop being stupid. I am probably depressed at the most dumb thing and I just do not know it yet. If I am physically and mentally clear to move or do of my own will, I have the power to change myself. What is keeping me from pursuing these changes is my thoughts. I need to change how I think.

I remember saying how I was a logical person. That was a fucking lie looking back and I need to bring that trait back to life

I need to stop thinking about stupid things. Just be calm and logical with a goal set in mind. As of late, I have been thinking with feelings rather than logic.

I hereby declare the second code: Be logical and open-minded.

This seems very open for interpretation so allow me to specify. It does not mean to always select the best choice for every situation. Allow a hint of bias to affect your decisions because at the end of the day, that bias is proof you still have humanity within yourself. If you do not have bias, you are either a liar or a fucking robot made by a mad scientist.

I also PROMISE to start changing for the better. I will resume my diet and get my regular hygiene routine back up. This is not difficult. It all starts with a step.

Today's entry was fun as hell. I learned while typing this as usual. I know I have probably said this before, but this time it is probably the most impactful one. I will pin a post of the ten codes I will abide by. Granted, I only have two so far. Hopefully I can find the next eight soon. Both have been really good and I am proud of them. Finding those two required living lmaoo

Okay, bye gooks.

[flwoie]

ohh okay this is good to know!! i mostly write written so when i saw all the smaus i was like “oh shit how do i do dat?” LMAO

oh yes, feel free to send me any questions~! it’s like we’re having a convo lol so i don’t mind! oh and to answer ur question, i mostly write for whoever is currently on my mind,,, which these days is usually my ateez babies, but i’ve recently started thinking in moa-mode lol so maybe some txt drabbles too! i am working on an ateez series rn tho, so i’ve been in atiny mode for A WHILE lmao,, it’d be fun to write for someone else for a change 

and i feel u bestie 😭 writing is so hard, like i get my ideas and things down, but then i get so busy and distracted that it takes me FOREVER to finish things unless they’re drabbles or short fics sdkfjhdkvb it’s also why i never post series until I’ve written the first five parts cuz i need to know how it feels to write it and i can decide whether or not i can commit to it before posting to readers,, cuz i know what it feels like to love a work and then find out it’s discontinued u know? it suckssss

okay, now, my question time!! when you’re having a hard day, what is something that comforts you and never fails to cheer you up? <3

-3

p.s. also i hope it’s okay to say this, but i noticed in your main navigation some of the links don’t work on mobile,, i think you need to go “https://flwoie.tumblr.com/post” instead of the way it currently is formatted cuz this method only works on the desktop site!! why does tumblr make links all wonky 😭 just thought i would mention it but please don’t take offence!!

LOLL smaus aren’t really easy to write, i prefer doing written works

and yesss we love atiny and moa writers 🙏🙏 i’d love to read ur works once u reveal urself 🫶 i’m actually writing ateez for the person i’m writing for in the event so i had to do a lot of research about them cause i don’t know a lot about them LMAOO

ur so true, like sometimes i wish i could write down what’s in my head 😭 i would have this whole plot in my head that sounds like a two hour movie but when i write it down it, it’s only two pages 😭�� AND YES SERIES ARE SO DIFFICULT LIKE I HAD THIS ONE WRITTEN SERIES BEFORE BUT I HAD TO DISCONTINUE IT BC I HAD NO MOTIVATION 😕

answering ur question! talking to friends always comforts me esp when something good happens to them, it always brightens my day

also i just saw ur other ask and it’s fine sjkdkejskssk

okay time for my question ! what comforts you and never fails to cheer you up when ur having a hard day

[unfriedough]

‘Worried’- Zuko x fem!reader

Masterlist <3

An: GOOD DAY FRIENDS. So uhh this SUCKS LMAOO. I’m trying to write a baker au but IT’S SO HARD? Anyways, It’s been so long since I've posted and I feel guilty. ALSO, this is not following canon storylines. ALSO ALSO, I changed my @ so it’s a bit more appealing now.

(Used to be hell0-zuk0-here :)

Summary:

Yn got lightly burned during a battle, causing Zuko to absolutely lose his mind.

Warnings: Crying, burns.

It all happened so fast. One minute you were sleeping, the next you were all fighting for your lives. Azula and her gang were after you, yet again, and with everyone sleep deprived and on edge, things were getting heated. (No pun intended).

Somehow, you missed Azula’s fire, headed straight for you. Luckily, you were far enough away for it to only slightly burn you. But it burnt alright. It felt as if your body went into shock, immediately falling to the ground, grasping your leg. Unable to utter a word, you watched as your friends ended the fight with victory. As soon as Zuko turned around, the smile on his face faltered.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he neared you.

“I think Azula burnt me,” the shock had worn off, it actually wasn’t bad at all, just a slight burn.

His eyes widened.

“What! How?”

“I don’t know, I guess I wasn’t ready for it,” you shrugged.

“You need to go to Katara, like now,”

“I will, trust me,”

“Ok, do you need help?” he asked frantically as you got up.

You cupped Zuko’s face once you were up,

“I appreciate the concern, but I’m fine,”

“Okay,” he said, slightly muffled.

You laughed before giving him a peck, and heading for Katara, who was helping Sokka pack for their leave. However, his eyes stayed glued to your figure.

--

The waterbender wrapped your leg for now, not having much time to heal you.

“I promise I’ll heal you as soon as we get to camp, okay?”

You nodded, and packed your things.

The flight on Appa was filled with laughter, and reminiscing the victory bestowed upon the team. Your firebending boyfriend had kept you by his side the entire trip, and you didn’t complain, he was so warm.

Although you weren’t 100% aware of the conversation, too focused on Zuko who kept asking about your well-being, you did pick up some questionable sentences.

“And when I hit Azula in the head with my boomerang!”

“I’m surprised she didn’t die,”

“We all know you would’ve liked that, Katara,”

-----

Once we got to camp, Katara led you to her tent and began healing you. She had to practically force Zuko out, wanting her attention to be undivided.

“This is gonna hurt a bit,” she said, as she handed you a shirt to bite.

You hadn’t expected to need to use it, however, healing a burn proved to be much more painful than expected.

After she was done, Katara noticed you had fallen asleep whilst she was bandaging your leg. So she decided to leave you in her tent for a while.

“Is she okay?” The firebender asked the waterbender.

“She’s fine, Zuko,”

“Are you sure, c-can I see her?”

Katara shot him a half smile.

“I’m sure, and yes, you can.”

“Thanks!” he said, getting into the tent.

--

You woke up, taking in your unfamiliar surroundings, forgetting you were in Katara’s tent.

“How long was I out?” You asked Zuko.

“Uh, maybe half an hour.”

“Oof,” you yawned.

You got up and out of the tent, Zuko following in pursuit. Once you had gotten to your tent, you invited him in.

You sat down, resting your back on the large bag of stuff. Your boyfriend laid his head on your shoulder, melting into the feeling of your hands weaving through his hair.

“You really scared me today, you know,”

“Zuko-”

“I know, I know it was just a small burn,” his eyes moved to your bandaged leg.

You shifted so you were now in front of him.

“Zuko,” your hand moved to rest on his cheek, your thumb brushing the scarred skin.

“I’m fine, and even if I wasn’t, Katara’s a great healer, you don’t have to worry about me, love,”

“I know I- I’m just,” Zuko stuttered, tears forming in his amber eyes, “I’m just scared to lose you,”

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” you said, as you pulled the former prince into your arms.

You felt your shirt become more and more wet as you carefully stroked his hair, and rubbed his back.

Sweet words of affirmation left your mouth every few minutes, reassuring Zuko, until your breathing slowed down, and the both of you dozed off.

An: that was super short, but it gets the job done. As always, hope you enjoyed this story, SEE YA! <3

[familyfriendlyweed]

late night snaps (quackity x reader)

a/n : before we get into the story, i wanted to thank you all for such support on my first post - i only posted it yesterday, and got a hell lot of likes and reblogs and even gained 23 followers, which is insane for me (or maybe i just don’t know how tumblr works, haha)! anyhow, i’m really happy you guys enjoyed it <3 

 it was 02:37 and you were editing your newest video. you had no idea it would take so long, though! even if you were used to staying up very late, you knew you have to put away your laptop and go get some sleep. 

 saving the video as a draft and shutting your computer off, you started to blindly search for your phone, since your eyes didn’t get used to the darkness yet. finally finding it, you turned it on to set an alarm for the next morning when you suddenly saw a snapchat notification from ten minutes ago. it was from Alex. you curiously unlocked your phone and tapped the little notification to be led straight to snapchat.

idiota : hello mamacita

 your face instantly lit up in a childish smile. you started to type your response eagerly like it wasn’t 2 am and you didn’t have online classes tomorrow. 

 you : why hello there, el señor

 you saw Alex’s silly bitmoji pop up as he started to type.  

 idiota : what is my chica bella doing up so late?

 you giggled, getting comfortable in your bed - this meant a long chatting session on its way.

 you : YOUR chica bella? when did that happen?

 idiota : ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!! >:((((

 you : fine you big baby, i was finishing editing a new video

 idiota : hmm i see, i see

 you : what about you though? u should get some sleep!!! :(((

 Alex’s bitmoji started typing, then stopped for some reason. you lifted your eyebrow at that. then he continued, but it took a while for him to finish.

 idiota : why, i just couldn’t fall asleep when you were on my mind all the time, mi amor

 your cheeks grew red in an instant. you knew you could handle jokes pretty well, but this was quite too much. Alex never got so far as to actually flirt with you.

 you : eh??? what drugs are u on

 idiota : the only drug for me is you mamacita

 you snorted. you had no idea if he was being serious or not, even if the second option was more likely.

 you : literally go to sleep wtf

 idiota : i’d sleep better if you were by my side ;)

 this was enough for you - you felt as if you got one more message like this from him, you’d die from the hotness in your cheeks. setting your phone down, you made your way to the bathroom before bed.

 you came back five minutes later, only to see your phone full of notifications from Alex. your heart was thumping really hard, you weren’t used to this, but you opened snapchat anyway.

 idiota : mamacita?

 idiota : ....

 idiota : mamacita, don’t joke w me like that

 idiota : did you really just leave me on read wtf

 idiota : i’m sad come back :(((

 and at last, there was a snap from him. you were quite scared at this point. with a shaking hand, you opened it.

 you laughed so hard that you seriously thought you’ll have a seizure. still laughing, you snapped a selfie with a cute filter on (you really thought you looked horrible at the moment), captioned it with “your chica bella had to take a piss u simp” and sent it to Alex.

 he opened the snap almost imediatelly and started typing afterwards :

 idiota : mamacita!!!! you look hermosa!!!!

 you : that’s because i have a filter on lmaoo

 idiota : mamacita don’t let yourself down, you are so beautiful :((

 you started to text a sarcastic reply, but stopped. for some reason, Alex seemed like he was being truthful. he wasn’t joking around when he called you beautiful, that was too affectionate.

 you : ...really?

 idiota : si, si! <3

 you tugged at your lip in a thinking manner. true, you had feelings for Alex, but you never thought he had something similar to you. or maybe... maybe he was just supporting you as a friend. figuring that was probably it, you texted :

 you : thank you quacker B]] ur also v handsome

 idiota : mamacita likes me!!!!!😍😍😍

 you smiled sadly. Alex was definitely playing around. you got lost in thought for a few moments, thinking about how would he act if he was actually in love with someone. would he, perhaps, be more mature? that would be very weird to look at.

 finally coming back to planet Earth, you looked at your phone only to see that Alex has written a shit ton of messages again :

 idiota : i want to see you, mamacita

 idiota : it’s fine if u don’t want to, you’re probably going to sleep anyway...

 idiota : but maybe let’s meet tomorrow?

 idiota : mamacita?

 idiota : ....

 idiota : i’m coming over <3

 your heart gave a leap of embarassment and surprise. why would he even say that?

 you : wait what

 you : wdym “i’m coming over”

 you : no tf ur not

 you : go to sleep

 idiota : doesn’t mamacita want to see muah???

 you : no, that would be awesome, but you should go to sleep, really :(

 idiota : y/n, i already told you, i can’t sleep when you’re on my mind

 you froze in spot, staring at your screen for what felt like an eternity. did he just call you by your name? you knew he only says it in serious situations. deciding to change your tactic, you started texting seriously :

 you : are you like... for real now?

 you : because i know you call me by my name in serious situations, but maybe it’s only a prank, so just answer me truthfully, okay?

 Alex started typing, it took even longer that before, but at last you saw his message, this time without caps, spammed question/exclamation marks, nothing silly at all :

 idiota : i am serious, y/n. believe me, this is not a prank. i just really wanna see you. 

 your heart skipped a beat or two, your face renewed its redness. you felt as if you were dreaming.

 you : okay... i’m really glad. come over, please

 idiota : thank you so much

 you started pondering in your head - how did this happen? how did this silly conversation turn out like this? 

 but what if Alex texted you because he wanted to come over in the first place? after all, he knew how shitty your sleep schedule was. that would be awesome, you thought, a small smile dancing on your lips.

 you checked the snap map only to see Alex about 100 meters from you. wait... what? 100 METERS??? was Alex near your place the moment he texted you for the first time?

 you jumped up, starting to tidy up your messy room up, only to remember you look like poop at the moment - hair messy, face tired, clothes scrunched. 

 exhaling heavily, you tried to change your appearance quickly - you ran into the bathroom, brushing your hair panickily. then you wrenched the makeup bag open and started to rummage through it trying to find some mascara or something...

 ding ding! 

 you froze, your eyes widened. he was already here, what the hell?!

 you quickly put on some mascara, ran into the hallway while brushing your face with your hands from stress (completely forgetting you have mascara on, somehow) and unlocked the door.

 Alex’s figure was dark, since the lightbulb in the corridor wasn’t working, and it almost gave you a fright. but as soon as he engulfed you in a warm hug, the tension in the pit of your stomach vanished. you hugged him back almost unsurely, but smiling.

 “hello, mamacita”

 you giggled. for some reason, you got the strongest urge to cry. probably from happiness, but it still was confusing to you. nevertheless, tears started running down your cheeks, mixing with mascara, probably making you look like you were going to a halloween dress up party. 

 “hey, why are you crying?” Alex asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

 “i look horrible.” you laughed, wiping your tears away.

 “nooo, why won’t you listen to me? i already told you you’re beautiful.” he said with a cute pout. 

 “alright, alright, i’m very beautiful, let me down now.” you said, noticing that he was still holding you in his arms tightly. 

 “whatever the chica bella says.”

 he put you down.

 “aren’t you going to turn on some light? i feel like i’ve gone blind!” Alex exclaimed jokingly and you giggled.

 “i’m like a bat, i hate much light, sorry. buuuut i could turn on this little lamp.” you said, making your way to your desk and turning on a cute little lamp the shade of warm pink.

 “perfect.” Alex said, eyeing you in light now. you thought he’ll make a comment about your awful mascara-stained face, but he said nothing, just smiling and looking at you in awe, like you were some princess in a ball dress instead of a tired college student in messy shorts, an oversized t-shirt and two different socks, because you couldn’t find a pair of the same ones.

 “perfect.” he repeated, shrugging with a smile on his face, like seeing you was everything he needed.

 you laughed and hugged him, muttering a “thanks for coming”. Alex didn’t hesitate and also hugged you, holding you as close as possible, as if he let go of you, he’d drown and would never come back to be by your side again. 

 little did you know, he felt the exact same way.

[gordvendomewhore]

Bully SE. A, B, C, D, E and why.

hey anon thank u so much for the ask!!! i already answered A and C in this post, but i'll just answer them differently for the sake of this post :))

A - a ship you currently like

in my last post i talked a bit about bif/derby and vance/bryce, so i'll talk about a different ship in this one teehee.

as the self certified fandom prepologist, i like experimenting with the group dynamics a lot and seeing what ships work and... yknow i've kind of just found out that everything works if you twist it the right way LMAOO. i'm very interested in the dynamics that would come out of chad, parker, or tad with derby, because i feel like all of them struggle with power to some degree or have a weird relationship with power.

chad doesn't necessarily struggle with power, rather i think he's a snake in the grass waiting to strike (probably wishes to be the leader but doesnt have the drive) and bonds with derby over their shared corruption and need to be controlling the people around them. parker is the opposite, and it's evident that he doesn't really know what to do with himself or the role he plays within the clique. i think he'd look up to derby who seemingly has it all under control and listen to his every word. tad is the in between of the two, canonically taking a leadership role and being someone in command (who probably wants to overthrow derby), but being so obviously insecure with himself as a person and that position of power he's been given.

the idea of them all being infatuated with the concept of derby's power and maybe not falling in love, but certainly gaining this twisted interest in him that goes so deep that it could be considered love is... so, so interesting to me. i think these ships could work as genuine romantic relationships, but they work so well as one-sided love that opens up doors to introspection.

B - a pairing i didn't initially like, but someone changed my mind

hm, i'm really set on my pairings to be honest. if i don't like something then i just won't like it and rarely do i change my mind about it, but one pairing does come to mind:

gary/petey

now i gotta make it clear that i do like the ship, they're actually the first ship that was so obvious to me when i first played the game. but after getting into the fandom, it's more that i didn't really... care for it.

i didn't like that portrayals of petey always had him as this small little submissive pussy bitch boy, because like everyone else at bullworth, petey is a BITCH bro. he's not a good person -- not a bad person, but not good, and when you listen to his voice lines, that becomes very obvious. yeah, he probably didn't want to get involved with gary, and yeah, gary probably manipulated him a bit, but we don't really know the origins of their relationship or the nature of their dynamic excluding jimmy.

and that's what my friend cohen reeled me in with.

cohen introduced aspects of gary/petey (his ship name for them is psychofluff hehe) that i didn't initially consider, and over the course of our now two year friendship, we talked a lot about their dynamic and the nuance behind it.

with ships in the main three, they're the easiest to extract shit from and mess around with, but i think a lot of the stuff people create for those ships is often surface level and based on fanon interpretation of their characters that removes their depth.

petey sucks!! gary sucks!!! they suck and they're in love and they're GAY!!!!

C - a ship you never liked and probably never will

when i answered this before i talked about smopkins (pls don't shoot me), and mentioned gord/vance (i don't inherently dislike them so eh idk if it counts), so i'm not sure if there's another ship to mention...

ohhh wait i have one lol

oh actually wait i have TWO

the first one that came to mind is a bit of an "underground" one, i don't see people talking about it often but i remember seeing a fic or two about it:

derby/gary

like... i get it, i really do the obvious reasoning is there and it aligns with ppl's headcanons that gary used to be a prep, but i just don't like it. it's not even bc i don't like gary bc the fact is i do like him, it's really just because i can't see the pairing working in a way that keeps me engaged. it's very predictable, and very shallow.

they're very similar characters which isn't inherently a bad thing bc in this same post i talk about how i like chad/derby and they're also very similar, but with gary and derby... i don't know man, it just doesn't click with me. and it's also not because i'm a berby fiend bc i have plenty of ships i like bif and derby in that don't involve each other lmaooo.

but i feel like all derby/gary would be good for is like, a nasty smut posted in the depths of ao3 and that's it.

the second one is bif/pinky

i can also get this one, more so than derby/gary. i mean, the chemistry is there if you put them together... maybe LMAO but like a lot of ppl, i've always seen pinky as a lesbian or bi with female preference, if not just aromantic tbh. and with bif... i don't know, i think he would see her like family, and not the type of family you would breed with to keep a pure bloodline.

i just feel like they're too platonic to be anything more, you get what i mean?

D- a pairing you wish you liked but just can’t

oml i am going to have a field day with this

first of all, i really do wish i liked smopkins. i don't know why i don't, like i do, but i don't. i just can't stand the ship which is really a shame because most of the content in this fandom is made for those two. but ehhh i don't care that much lmaooo

but the ship that does come to mind immediately is gord/vance.

the workings are all there!! the clique rivalry, the class difference, the bisexuality, the obsession with personal grooming...

i completely understand why people ship them, it's fucking adorable and it's all laid out perfectly like a little trail of breadcrumbs, but i just can't get behind it for some reason. maybe it's my bias for jimmy/gord and bryce/vance (which are arguably the same ships with a few things altered), but while i want so badly to like them, i just can't.

kudos to everyone who does like them and creates content for them though, they truly are great

and finally.... man this one stings a bit.

derby/johnny

IT'S PERFECT IT IS LITERALLY JUST A MORE INTENSE MORE HIGH STAKES VERSION OF GORD/VANCE BUT WAHHHH I CAN'T SHIP IT!!!!!

the tension between the leaders of two cliques that have been fighting for YEARS is so fucking raw man. they've had all this hatred for each other bred in them since they came out the womb, since before the concept of bullworth academy was a thing. they're both secretly miserable in their relationships but are so loyal (derby to his bloodline, johnny to his loved ones) that they stay anyway. they're irrational and violent and they're not exactly good leaders despite having the often blind yet also often critical following from their clique, and it's so. fucking. GOOD.

besides gary and jimmy, i genuinely think derby and johnny have the most budding, hot rivalry, one laced with more than just "omg!!! preps v. greasers!!!! the fight of the century!!!!!!" but genuine issues that involve class difference/classism, privilege, racial discrimination (most of the greasers are italian and while italians are white they often suffered discrimination in america so i'm gonna count it as racism), and abuse, and how that all culminates into a person and how it effects the people around them.

derby/johnny is not only a good ship because of the sheer dynamic of derby's arrogance clashing with johnny's pride, but because of how their character backgrounds/upbringings define that dynamic.

i say all this praise and analysis, and it really does sound like i should ship them. but... i don't know, i just don't. when i see content for them, be it a fic or fanart, i don't lose my shit like i often do for other ships. they're good, and their dynamic is one of my favorites out of the whole game, but i think there are pairings for them out there that personally interest me more than this one.

is it still amazing? 100%. do i have literally no qualms with it? yeah. is it one of my favorite dynamics? absolutely. do i ship it? eh.

god, it felt good to get that out. so so sorry for how fucking long this post is, but if you read this entire thing... thank you i love you so much.

[applebyeye]

Can I ask about that Sonadow ballet au 🥺👉👈

😍 😍 Yes!! I've never rambled about an AU on tumblr before—I blabbed some stuff on my friend's discord ages ago but I've made changes since then~

So Shadow's the virtuoso of the world's biggest contemporary ballet company, meaning he's GOOD good. He can walk on his toes all day, leap higher than his height, chain like 24 pirouettes without a single quill out of line—basically his form and technique, all flawless. His peers hate him, want him and want to be him all at once.

But among masters there's a clear thing holding him back from going down in history as one of the greatest: emotional expression. He treats his craft like a science and not the art form it is. He's pretty much an angel made out of ice. (Whispers 'Robotnik family trauma subplot' so loud that I hurt my throat)

His instructor Ms Vanilla decides to push him with the company's new production, The Prince and the Pauper, reimagined as a fantastical romance. Thing is they need someone who's a perfect physical match for Shadow, to be the Pauper to his Prince.

Enter Sonic stage left, a delinquent who would just spend his days parkouring around and getting into trouble before Vanilla discovers him. It's unprecedented to drop a company outsider into a major role, but Sonic's clearly as much of an athletic genius as Shadow, just without the privilege of ballet training his whole life. Vanilla knows Sonic's a worthy partner—for Shadow though, it's hate at first sight lmaoo

He thinks Vanilla's lost her mind but is too well-trained to defy her openly, so he tries to intimidate Sonic into quitting by pushing him to the limit in every private practise session. It totally backfires—Sonic meets all of his challenges with relish and becomes skilful within weeks, and Shadow resents how impressed he is with this blue nobody.

The UST between them is off the charts and Sonic wants to get to know his partner, but Shadow's in denial. It doesn't matter that they spend 12 hours a day literally wrapped around each other and sweaty from exertion, they have to stay professional!

But when you do spend so much time with a stranger they can't be a stranger for long—Sonic hears about Shadow's tragic past where his sister Maria (who of course loved ballet) and father Gerald died, and Shadow's now trapped under the control of his evil trustee Ivo Robotnik. And Shadow learns how Sonic was a high school dropout, not by choice but because he was orphaned very young and had to find ways to support himself and his little brother Tails.

And they're helping each other by being a distraction to their life problems, but after they start to really care about the other, Sonic wants to free Shadow from Robotnik, and Shadow wants to set Sonic and his little family up with a good life.

If I do write this then I know how to end it, with a stellar opening night production of the ballet. And I got some ideas for angst and drama, but this post got long so I'll bench those for now :3

[spamtonology]

hi! Two things:

i think youre def right about Spamton not comforting people i could maybe see him telling them that he's here 1 (one) time: "your ol' pal [favorite salesman (c) 1997] Spamton is [RIGHT HERE! RIGHT NOW!]") and then sitting there, dead silent, as they cried bc he doesnt know what to do lmaoo.

Specific situation / headcannon bc i think you said you like those one time? Sorry this is long! A lot of fics portray him w/o a lot of his unhealthy behaviors / post-personal growth & i think it's worth considering how his behaviors might become a bit healthier over time.

If Spamton's partner called him out on his unhealthy behaviors like manipulation, projecting, self-hatred, being self absorbed, and so on, I think he'd react 1 of 2 ways

1. If they went about it compassionately and maturely: like reassuring him that, while they love him and want to support him, those behaviors are bad and hurt him and them

At 1st hed probably say something manipulative purely as a reflex bc he doesn't know what else to do when challenged, even if & especially if he knows theyre right. Bc of his self-hatred he'd probably be unnerved at the way they love him while still recognizing these flaws.

1a. I think if his partner were patient enough he'd very slowly move in healthier direction but hed never be totally free of those behaviors. His unhealthy behaviors were what kept him alive and if his partner recognized that too he might feel either a bit comforted or respected (not dismissed). Growth would happen on Spamton's terms because he wanted to eventually, *not because anyone else fixed him, gross*.

1b. He might feel really threatened that they had that kind of insight. If he felt too threatened by that he might just leave, feeling like the relationship wasnt under his control enough. He only knows "control or be controlled", so this kind of healthier relationship is utterly foreign to him.

2. If his partner called him out plainly without reassuring him he would respond aggressively and manipulatively. He might leave. Or the relationship might just become super toxic if he's too obsessed with them to leave.

Like i said before, I think as an immediate response he'd say something manipulative but then if they caught that he was being manipulative right there he might shut down a bit, even if they tried to reassure him and remind him that they love him, they just want him to consider their words. He might even deny it. He probably doesnt even always realize when he's doing those behaviors. He'd eventually consider their words a bit and decide to change for his own reasons.

Basically Spamton's a mess and like you said he needs someone patient but not a pushover. Curious what you think about my specific situation(s), plz ignore if youve already answered this or dont want to for any reason! Sorry again for the length i tried to paragraph stuff to maximize comprehensibility

Hello! I appreciate the time you took to write this ask down, it's clear you thought this out, thank you! I may not be able to answer everything here, but I'll try my best:

I can see him at least giving the confirmation that he is there, complete with calling himself the best salesman, that's very in-character for him. He certainly wouldn't know what to do otherwise, and just hopes his mere presence helps make them feel better.

I like the specific situation you set up here, for as much as he hates it, he does have to face the fact that he partakes in deeply unhealthy behaviors and coping mechanisms.

You also put together two ways this could go, adding extra context to the situation, which is great. I like that you kept in mind his flaws and how he'd react given the situation, because either way he will not be able to handle a reality check like that very well. He may even dig deeper into denial.

While he absolutely can grow as a person himself, he still does need support (separate from any "I can fix him" thing), support is important in maintaining a healthy mental environment.

[rogue-durin-16]

STICK TOGETHER

Summary: When Fred finds out Y/n is planning on leaving the Wizarding World, he canalizes his feelings in the worst way possible, which leads to a terrible outcome that seems unfixable.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Genre: angst

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: swearing

A/N: @meph1stophelian is here putting pressure on me to post this already so I'm apologizing for the poorly written ending lmaoo enjoy <3

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"Fred, calm down." George begged me; he walked by my side, trying to talk some sense into me, but it was not the moment. "You gotta understand her— throwing a fit isn't going to help anyone—" I didn't even look in my twin's direction while he spoke. "Bloody hell, Fred—"

"Y/n!" I quickened my pace, leaving George behind after spotting her in one of the corridors, having a chat with a couple of Ravenclaws. "Can I have a word?"

"Sure— Oi!" I hadn't waited for her to reply before grabbing her hand and snatching her away to pull her into the nearest broom closet. "What was that about?"

"Tell me I heard Katie wrong and you're not actually leaving."

"I can't tell you that." She plainly responded, her voice steady.

A single, gobsmacked snide left my throat. "You're joking, right?" My heart ached as if it was being constricted when she shook her head no. "So you're fleeing?"

"What?"

"Things are getting ugly so you're running away."

Her eyes dug into mines as she stayed in a very uncomfortable silence before replying with. "So what if I am?" When I averted my eyes from hers, she called my name. Her eyes were somewhat softer now, with a gleam of plea in them. "For the last two years we had nothing but tragedy. Diggory died, You-Know-Who is back and recruiting, the ministry is full on going against a teenager, this pink colored nasty toad is physically abusing us, and on top of that, I have to put up with my housemates' bullshit for having muggle blood— I'm tired!" Her voice had raised a bit, enough for me to know she was struggling to keep it at bay, but still managed to. "If I can have a life out of this then—"

"You're a coward."

"Fred." there was a warning on her tone, but I couldn't listen.

"You're leaving... people behind," she attempted to reason; I didn't let her. "Dunno why I'm surprised, really. At the end of the day you're a Slytherin for a reason."

Her eyes started to well up, and I couldn't tell if it was with anguish or fury. I knew I was getting under her skin, but that was exactly what I intended to do; if I was going to leave that room scarred, so would she.

"Self-preservation, you call it." I scoffed, feeling my own rage building up faster each passing second. "Pure cowardy."

"Is that what you think?" Her tone wasn't steady anymore; she was holding back the poison of her words, for my sake.

"Yeah." I wasn't capable of doing the same thing for hers. "And I don't want your cheap excuses and emotional manipulation to convince me otherwise." My face was probably red due to the anger, my jaw and fists hurt from clenching them; I was off the rails, and the person who would usually stop me was standing in front of me. "Better leave now so you don't have the chance to sell us out when shit goes down."

Silence fell upon us, our gazes locked, equally watery and with the same amount of fury and sadness within them.

And finally she snapped. "Maybe I'm a coward, but you're a self-absorbed prat who's not able to see beyond your own ego!" The way she said it hurt me more than the sentence itself. "This is not gonna be a DADA class, Fred! I don't want to fucking die because I was too slow casting Protego."

"Good luck, Y/l/n." I curtly wished her before stalking out of the broom closet I have initially dragged her into.

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We avoided each other for a week. The following Monday, when I entered the Great Hall, I found George and Katie quite depressed.

"What's gotten into you?"

They shared a look before my brother turned to me, deciding to break the news himself.

"Y/n left last night." He gave me an apologetic look. "Thought she'd wait until the graduation—"

"But she's had enough." Katie finished, toying with her breakfast. "Honestly, I wish I had a life in the muggle world too."

My lungs were refusing to take the air inside; I felt as if I would choke if I stayed there, so I stormed out, jogging to reach the countryard.

I needed to breathe.

Even after the wind hit my face, that vital task felt like the most difficult thing in the world to accomplish.

I hate her I hate her I hate her I hate her.

A sob escaped my chest, realising the harsh words I had spat at her were probably the last ones she would ever hear from me.

I love her.

A Year And A Half Later

READER'S P. O. V.

I managed to apparate somewhere in the cornfield —the only place around the Burrow I remembered clearly.

I should have landed with a broom, but apparently, Mad-Eye didn't inform Lupin that I would serve as an extra escort for Harry if they were ambushed, so my broom was now smashed somewhere down the muggle road we had flown over.

Mentally cursing the damn moment in which I spoke to Shacklebolt in hopes of being useful in this war, I looked for the entrance of the Weasley home, which took me quite a while.

Funnily enough, it was Lupin who stepped out, wielding his wand and casting yet another hex at me that I somehow managed to block.

With a swift wave of my hand, he was propelled back into the house. "YOU!" A long-haired redhead I recognized as the eldest Weasley helped my old Professor up as I stalked to them with my wand up. "YOU HEXED MY BLOODY BROOM! I'M LUCKY TO BE ALIVE!"

"Y/n, calm down—" Shacklebolt was now besides me with his hands up. "He didn't know you were coming— he was trying to protect George from further harm."

My brain was slow to process his words, but as soon as it did, I started to down my arm. "What happened?"

"Snape hit him with the sectumsempra." My eyes widened at Lupin's heavy words.

"Did everyone else make it?" The three of them remained silent, the ginger shaking his head no.

My breath caught up in my throat, but before I could ask if Fred was alright, another tall ginger flashed the corner of my eye, and my head snapped to the living room's door.

FRED'S P. O. V.

Everyone was scattered around the house. Ginny took Hermione and Fleur to her room; Ron and Harry made its way up too; Tonks went out —she needed a moment alone to mourn Mad-Eye—, and, while my parents and I stayed with George, Lupin, Shacklebolt and Bill went to guard the entrance.

I was still kneeling by George's side, holding his hand while our mother healed his wound the best she could, when we heard a yell followed by a strong blow in the kitchen.

I looked at my mum and dad, my eyes flickering to my twin while I reached for my wand.

As I got up, more yells were heard, this time clearer; the voice was familiar— I knew that voice all too well.

There she stood, at the entrance of my home.

Her eyes met mines as soon as she caught a glimpse of me, and my head started to spin. I knew I had no right to do what I was about to do, but after that night's events, in which the war became very much real, I couldn't help but rush to her and engulf her in a tight hug.

Surprisingly enough, I couldn't take more than two steps forward, since she did what I intended to do first.

"You're alright." She mumbled against my shoulder. My eyes shut, trying to block the tears that threatened to fall. "How's he?" She inquired whilst pulling away with a concerned frown.

Not trusting my voice, I nodded in the living room's direction. A quiet sough escaped my lips as she passed by, her hands lingering on my arms for a brief instant before she entered the room and took careful steps towards the settee.

I barely caught a couple of words from George and Y/n's exchange, my mind still buzzing due to the shock.

"What do you say, Freddie?" I frowned at my twin, regretting not listening to the conversation. "She can take my bed, right? I'm not gonna get far anyway."

"Right." I agreed, struggling for my voice to come out steady. It was Y/n we were talking about; I had known her since our fourth year, I had been friends and more with her, seeing her shouldn't be that nerve-wracking.

A couple of minutes later, we were all heading to our respective rooms, and as I closed my room's door behind me and Y/n, it dawned on me that I had underestimated the anxiety that could cause me being left alone with her.

Get it together, Fred.

"If you want, you can grab a shirt from the drawer." I finally managed to speak, motioning at the chest besides the window. She nodded and turned to it to look for one she could sleep in.

Now that I had the opportunity, I carefully observed her, and soon realized how much she had changed in the time we were apart. Not only when it came to her physical appearance; she stood a bit straighter, talked a little calmer; the joy with which she used to sparkle was dim now, eclipsed by a severe, worried attitude— a sign of us no longer being the kids who messed around at Hogwarts.

"I missed you" I knew right away that wasn't the best start for the conversation.

"It sure didn't seem like it." The bitterness in her tone stung my heart harsher than I expected.

"You're still mad?" The way I was conducting the conversation was making me want to bang my head against the wall.

She sighed, turning around now that she had the shirt on to meet my gaze. "A year and a half, Fred. You didn't contact me for a year and a half. I thought we were friends."

"You left me behind!" I talked back, partly because I panicked, but also because I, to my surprise, was still mad too. "What did you even expect?"

"A letter?" She questioned, throwing herself down on the bed. "I mean— I didn't really expect anything, but a letter would have been a good way to let me know you didn't fucking hate me." My eyes, now fixed on my lap, went wide when Y/n's voice broke at her last three words.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled, quite ashamed of having to apologise while also being scared of saying anything that could harm her further. "I'm sorry about not writing and- uh... I'm sorry about what I said to you. I know it's not an excuse but I was really mad and..." I cleared my throat and felt the blush creeping up my neck even before I finished the sentence. "... and hurt 'cause you- I thought that maybe I wasn't important enough to you and- yeah, I'm sorry about what I said." I tried meeting her eyes but they were fixed on the wall before her.

"It's fine." She shrugged, "I guess you were right anyway."

"I wasn't right-"

"You were." She hugged her knees to her chest and hid her face there. "Wanna know why I'm back?" She didn't need my response. "They're hunting down my family." My heart stopped beating for a second due to the shockingly deadpanning tone. "A friend gave me a tip-off— they were tracking them down. I got to them just in time." I refrained myself from asking about them —the less I knew, the better. "So yeah, you're right, I was a coward and left people behind."

My body shot up and my legs carried me to George's bed; without me being fully aware of what I was doing or which consequences it could have, I sat down and pulled Y/n into my arms.

Though she was shocked at first, her body soon relaxed into the familiarity of my arms, and she let out a relieved sigh. "You're not alone on this." I whispered, pecking her crown. "I'm here, okay?"

"So you don't hate me?" She murmured against my chest.

Maybe it was the fragility of her voice, or the warmth of her embrace I missed so much; maybe it was this past year and a half of regret, or the night's events, but I couldn't hold back my words.

"I love you."

And even though she went stiff, even if I had just blurted them out almost in accident, I didn't regret saying them, because I, in fact, loved her.

She pulled away to look into my eyes. "You mean it?"

"Yeah." I replied, calmer than I had been in a while. "And I'm really sorry about everything, if I could turn back time—" words and air were cut off by her lips crashing against mines.

We had kissed before, but it was on a bet's behalf or to prank someone; this was different, this was her pouring her 'I love you' into actions, and I embrace it gladly.

"No more running away." I commanded when she pulled back. "From now on, we stick together." She nodded, her forehead resting against mine and her palms on my chest.