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sunflw3r · 2 months ago

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fit right in

sungchan x non!idol male reader reader prns: he/him word count: 1666 fluff

sungchan’s boyfriend fit right in

content warnings: token gay eunseok & sungchan, cursing, topish reader, petnames, vry gay eunseok

unedited</3

(masterlist)

spotify playlist link: <3 continuation of turning the flipping frogs gay!

a/n: just saw the riize movie and thought it would be cutie to continue this oneshot:3

happy (late) birthday chan<3 i love uuuu

“i’m just saying, byeon wooseok is hot but why does he always die!! it takes me out of the immersion.” y/n complained, seunghan laughing softly. y/n, sohee, and seunghan had just finished watching ‘lovely runner’ together, y/n venting his thoughts to them.

“does sungchan hear you talk about this?” sohee asked, putting a gummy worm in his mouth. “sungchan thinks byeon wooseok’s hot too. it’s a communal appreciation.” seunghan laughed again, stealing one of sohee’s gummy worms, the two squabbling.

“hey y/n.” a voice shouted, eunseok coming into the living room. “i have a date with this guy, can you tell me if this outfit’s good?” y/n leaned over the back of the couch, glass held lazily in his hand.

“yeah come in here.” eunseok came into view, a white crop top on his torso with a pair of baggy jeans. a bag rested on his shoulder, hair styled with more fluff in the bangs. “if you’re going for attractive gay man, i think you got it!”

eunseok smiled, holding his hand out for y/n to pass him the cup. y/n sighed, passing his glass over for eunseok so he could take a sip. “sigh, i need to leave soon but my boyfriend hasn’t made an appearance.” shaking his head, eunseok passed the cup back to y/n. “that’s not right pookie.”

peaking his head out of the corner of the kitchen, wonbin sighed. “leave without saying hi.” y/n groaned, putting his head in his hands. “i came to see him! but then he was like ‘let me do something first then we can hang out’ and now i’m here.”

sohee laughed softly as anton walked up to y/n, hugging him gently. “he won’t care… we all know you’ll be back here by like… 7pm.” sighing, y/n pat anton’s back before standing up. “i guess.”

walking to the shoe area, y/n started to put on his tennis shoes, shouting out to sungchan. “babe! i’m going home!” there was a loud clambering of footsteps as sungchan ran to see him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “i’ll see you soon baby.”

“tsk…” y/n teased, patting sungchan’s shoulders. “give me another kiss you silly… i came over to see you but i ended up hanging out with little kid sohee and the gay one.”

sungchan chuckled, pressing another soft kiss to y/n’s lips. “i’m sorry loveeeeeee… i got busy and knew you wouldn’t mind. you love hanging out with little kid sohee and the gay one.” y/n nodded happily, a bright smile on his face as he kissed sungchan again instead of replying.

their lips locked together gently, like their connection was the only thing that mattered to them. it was easy for them, natural as they had done this thousands of times, and yet it was never enough.

“alright, alright, don’t do that please!” shotaro begged, sungchan breaking their kiss to stare at him. y/n laughed, pecking sungchan’s lips once before waving to the rest of his friends. “bye! see you later!” he spoke, exiting out the door quickly, sungchan’s smile falling as he turned to now faced his group.

“now about stealing my boyfriend…”

bookie sohee

my fav son ynynynynyynynynynynynyynynynynynynynynynyn i have smth to show u

ynie mmh hiiiiiii soheeeee

my fav son okay okay do u wanna see what i have to show u?

ynie yes

my fav son

ynie WOWZA HOLY FUCK

my fav son you’re welcome 😜😝😝😝😜

ynie sohee you are my favorite person on this earth rn

my fav son omg thank you!!! over sungchan?!?!?!!?!

ynie yes since at the moment chan is buying groceries and he left me in bed

my fav son bro… he’s canceled

ynie THAT’S WHAT I SAID bro i think he hates me😢

my fav son tsk… what a bad boyfie

ynie he’s lucky i love him… i guess i’ll just kiss him when he gets home

my fav son ew…

ynie what ☹️

my fav son it’s like seeing my dads kiss… i dont wanna see that!!

ynie well that’s too bad bc he is your other father… i guess you’re going to have to deal with that

my fav son tsk…

ynie im gonna show the rest of riize one of these… he’s so :((((

my fav son sigh… i guess

ynie yipee!!! BYEBYE MY SON ILYYY

my fav son eek ilyt!!

y/n>sungchan

best boyfie HIIII EVERYONEEE

brother in home eek hi y/n

channie HI BABE hru :3

best boyfie im gooddddd where’s sohee and anton☹️ AND SEUNGHAN AND WONBIN i need my sons here…

taro im not them but hiiii

best boyfie hi taro!!! ugh they need to come faster bc i got something to show yallllllll

wonbinie! hiiii hyung :)

seunghanie! IM HERE

youngest son i just woke up… im hereeee

best boyfie tsk… sohee��s taking too long ANYWAYS LOOK AT THISSSSSSS :3<333

i’d like to thank sohee for sending me this picture of my handsome boyfriend

bookie sohee uh what

best boyfie you will be in our wedding

bookie sohee yay!!

youngest son um what about me

best boyfie you’re the flower boy

channie erm i was never aware of a wedding… where’s my engagement ring?!

wonbinie! oh!?

brother in homo the gays are fighting…

best boyfie um baby did i not give u that ring erm

channie what ring???

best boyfie oh.

seunghanie! hyung, do you want to have a sleepover tonight? we’re free

best boyfie ooo, am i invited??

taro omg yes yes yes

channie i GUESS you can come🙄 if i get a kiss you can definitely come :333

best boyfie tsk… i guess

brother in homo who let the gays in here…

taro if we didnt like gays here ur ass would have been kicked out LONGGGG AGOOOOOO

brother in homo woah taro… i thought we had something special

taro well u thought wrong!!

seunghanie! ouchhhhh

wonbinie! would lose it if i heard that ngl…

bookie sohee hyung get ur ass over here i wanna get ur opinion on my new outfit!!

best boyfie im coming :(((( sungchan come pic me up.

channie ??? why.

youngest son wrong. try again.

channie wdym

youngest son that is your BF try again!!

channie sigh… yes ofc love ill be right over!!! are you happy now tony…

youngest son sigh i guess i am

best boyfie its okay channie😭😭 im already on my way love!! sit ur pretty ass down<333

seunghanie! i think im gonna vomit🤢

brother in homo bro lives up to his user🫡

channie YAYYYY okay ill see u soon

bookie sohee you’ll see US soon…

best boyfie BYE GUYSSSS

sungchan’s hands were warm.

y/n smiled softly as he and sungchan held hands, the giddy, teenage-like feelings arising in his stomach. “i love you so much… it’s almost sickening.” he whispered into sungchan’s ear, the words vibrating off his lips.

sungchan smiled softly, pecking y/n’s cheek. “i’m lucky to have a boyfriend who i love so much.” a loud knock sounded on sungchan’s bedroom door, seunghan’s voice resonating through the walls. “get your pjs on or we’re starting tiana without you!”

y/n groaned, turning to yell towards seunghan. “we’ll be right out!” he exclaimed, sungchan chuckling softly as he grabbed the couple’s pajamas, a matching sanrio set sungchan had bought for fun a few months into their relationship.

taking off his shirt, y/n quickly grabbed the pajamas and pulled the top over his torso, following the same process with his pants. he skipped out of the room, sungchan following behind him.

“y/n hyung! i saved you a spot!” y/n smiled at sohee’s wrong, running to sit next to the younger. the movies opening credits began to play, a soft smile on his face as sohee curled into his chest.

“why didn’t you wait for me…” sungchan pouted, taking his seat next to y/n. “the movie was starting and sohee asked me to sit with him… how am i supposed to refuse that adorable face.”

sungchan tsked, looking at the movie as he wrapped his arm around y/n. sohee smiled softly, seunghan whining. “why do you get to sit next to y/n hyung? you have to share him with the rest of us…”

y/n chuckled, patting the other side of his lap, seunghan’s face lighting up as he scooted over to snuggle into y/n’s body. sungchan scoffed, y/n placing a soft kiss on his lips to soothe him. “don’t complain baby… you can still cuddle me.”

“glady.” sungchan mumbled, wrapping his arm tighter around y/n’s waist, touching sohee’s waist on accident. “get your hands off of me sungchan hyung…” sohee muttered, glaring at the older male.

sungchan clicked his tongue, pinching sohee’s waist before gripping at y/n’s hip. “i love you so so much.” he whispered. y/n smiled, his heart filling up with a sense of comfort as he pressed a kiss to sungchan’s cheek. “you silly goose… i love you baby.”

soft giggles escaped from sungchan’s mouth, y/n pressing kisses to his face, the one on his lips lingering for a second longer.

“would it kill you to not kiss on our couch!” eunseok yelled, throwing a pillow in y/n’s face. looking back at him, y/n’s jaw clenched. “just because you’re alone, sad, and bitchless song eunseok doesn’t mean you have to be an ass!”

he jumped up, grabbing the pillow tossed at him to start attacking eunseok. “pillow fight!” wonbin yelled, now joining in, seunghan and sohee stumbling to make their stances.

sungchan smiled, looking at his boyfriend surrounded by his bandmates, loud screams of joy sounding through the dorm as people got hit by pillows.

“baby come help me kick their asses!” y/n cheered, looking back at sungchan pleadingly.

standing up to join y/n, sungchan started to hit shotaro with his pillow, smiling happily.

you really do fit right in…

#freckledsunshine!#sunnies #kpop x male reader #kpop fanfic #writing fs!#jung sungchan x male reader #sungchan x reader #sungchan x male reader #riize x male reader #riize fanfic #riize imagines #riize x reader #riize fluff

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celaenaeiln · 1 year ago

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Please talk more about B & D’s “unable to be defined/labeled dynamic/relationship as it encompasses many labels yet at the same time cannot be fitted to just one label” dynamic 🙏

I'd be delighted to!!

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In the previous post I had included a panel where Bruce is referred to Dick as his "surrogate father, mentor, friend, and partner." These words could not be more different from each other and while they should not be used in conjunction with each other, they have never suited these two people more. In fact I don't there is any character pairing in any fandom that has the same dynamic that these two have. Dick and Bruce's relationship has a complicated depth to it that Bruce and the rest of his children don't have.

I think the most confusing thing is when Bruce constantly confuses Dick being a son and a partner.

First thing I want to start off with is that Dick and Bruce used to sleep in beds so close together it looks like one bed. In the 1950's this arrangement was known as the "twin beds" which were typically used for married couples. Children slept in a separate bedroom which begs the question why Dick and Bruce had a sleeping arrangement similar to that of marriage partners. This is the first weird thing about their relationship.

Not to mention, the romantic boat rides they used to take together. But was this normal then between father and son or is it just a romantic thing now, I don't know. As well as when they decided bronzing themselves naked next to each other. Not really sure what was going on there, if it was acceptable during that time or what but I do know that the reason that creators decided to send Dick to college in 1970 was because they wanted to beat the gay batman and robin allegations. It's weird as hell that they even came up with these ideas. Also the robin crossdressing. For justice, am I right?!

I feel these instances are important because it breaks any barriers they have between them. They're so (platonically for me) intimate that there's nothing but each other in their souls. One of the key reasons that their relationship is vague and intense and encompassing.

Dick is also considered Bruce's partner intellectually.

Instead of Dick listening to Bruce and following behind, as it's often shown in robin comics, they talk on equal terms. There's other moments of this shown too:

I think this is the reason why Bruce considers Dick a partner. He's not only exceedingly intelligent, but he even at a young age he's able to keep up with Bruce's thought process as an equal when even the justice league and other major adult heroes fail to do. Bruce's inventions are Dick's inventions because they played an equal role in creating them. This is why he's called the Prodigal Son.

Now onto him being a best friend and a son mix.

We know the classic example of Dick expecting to be Bruce's best man and Bruce thinking the same. But there are other moments that indicate that too.

But it isn't one sided because Dick also sees Bruce as his best friend:

Dick punching Bruce in the throat and single handedly carrying him like a sack of potatoes is just funny as hell.

Also including the fact that Dick and Bruce embody sleepover, besties behavior:

BUT HERE'S WHERE IT GETS JUICY.

Having your child act as your bestfriend is terrible for your child's mental health.

I'm speaking from personal experience but when your parent trauma dumps their life onto you at a young age, you mature emotionally much faster than you're supposed. You start becoming aware of people's thoughts and emotions at a deeper level and you start attuning yourself to others. In layman's terms: you change yourself to be able to meet your parent's high expectations and act as an emotional sponge for their anger, sorrow, disappointment, and frustration about their own life.

I'm not hesitant to admit that Dick's manipulation tactics most likely stem from this behavior. He knows what he wants and he will do anything to get it. This doesn't mean he's a bad person though. In fact I give him the highest level of respect of any character because all his intentions are good. He doesn't cheat, lie, or trick people into killing themself or harming others or bringing them down. He does it to make their lives better which is-I'm sorry, I don't have the proper words to express the multitudes of emotion I'm feeling for that.

(I nearly went into a massive monologue about how other people view his manipulation but that's for another post. )

This is also where things get complicated, and why we know Bruce and Dick as the way they are.

Dick has become so emotionally and mentally adept that he's able to pick up on others' thoughts and attitudes (Bruce specifically) before they even realize them. This is why Bruce is so dependent on Dick for everything. In one comic Garth says "Dick's a good listener."

I'm going to deviate for a minute here and include a panel that shows how this personality trait affects Dick's other roles:

Speaking more about Bruce's impact on Dick, there's this:

Aside from the huge ass painting on the wall of just the two of them-the panel is another perfect example of the complicated depth to them. They see each other as equals and when something interferes with that perception, then they start having problems. It haunts Bruce that the 8yr old he took in is equally matched to him in skill and ability but he also recognizes that Dick is too young to be able to do so. He should not have to experience the pain and responsibility of an adult but Bruce can't just get rid of him because Dick is the only one capable of keeping up with him. His heart also breaks when Dick is away (he starts crying in a panel multiple panels as Dick is leaving). For Dick he's already far used to the roles and responsibilities that he doesn't consider his age a factor as to why Bruce refuses to let him do the same things. This is a source of miscommunication between them. Bruce knows Dick can succeed at anything given to him but feels he shouldn't have to deal with those things. And Dick doesn't understand the hesitance when he's proven to have accomplished those tasks and greater before.

To expand, Dick's relationship with Bruce reminds me of Slade's relationship with Billy Wintergreen when Deathstroke tells him "You've been with me through everything...but now I have to say goodbye when you're unconscious or else I can't do it." Or something along those lines, the vibes are the same.

Oh yes, and this scene too:

Which mimics a lot of the confusion other characters have over Dick and Bruce's relationship.

But the difference between Slade and Billy vs Dick and Bruce is that Dick and Bruce's relationship is blurred on ALL fronts. There's not a single moment where Bruce has viewed Dick strictly as a son.

This leads me into the mentor aspect.

Note: while Dick knows Bruce the best, Bruce also knows Dick the best of all his children. There's a certainty to the way he speaks about Dick's abilities that he lacks when discussing his other sons'. That doesn't mean he doesn't know what they can do-he well aware and knowledgeable-it just means that his relationship with and understanding of Dick far exceeds what he has with the others.

Holy crap there's so much I'm bouncing all over the place-let me go back for second to partners.

Everyone knows this iconic scene whether you're in the fandom or not:

But few people know what comes next-

From the dawn of Batman and Robin comics, Batman has been obsessed with controlling Dick. I don't understand why he doesn't use his manipulative tactics on anyone else. There's a comic panel where Dick tells Barbara, "...you and Bruce don't need to manipulate me into doing what you guys want." It was always his way or the highway with him and Bruce reflects on this again in Batman and Robin Eternal. Dick also tells Bruce he's being pig-headed during the 1966 comic version of the Warner Brother's film and when Bruce asks him "Am I really pig-headed?" Alfred goes "hell yeah." Essentially.

(Also going to sneak this in as another example of why Dick wasn't an angry robin to a previous post

)

Ofcourse Bruce seems him as a son too:

THE FULL ON SMILE HE HAS ON HIS FACE JUST LISTENING TO DICK TALK!!!

Also in the linked previous post there's the panel of Bruce begging the judge not to take away his son from him. "Dick is like my own son!I've even changed my will so that incase of my death, Dick will get my entire fortune! You honor, I...I love that boy! Please don't take him from me!"

We already know many references about Dick being labelled Dick's son so I'll leave this aside for now.

Now here's the main point- the way Bruce and Dick interact with each other has so much history they're unable to explain themselves to others or each other. There's so many complex emotions between the two of them that sometimes even they're confused.

But seriously. What is your obsession with Dick, Bruce?

Lemme explain.

As everyone knows Dick and Clark are best friends. They are so close to the point where Bruce actually sweeps the stuff off his desk in the batcave and says "LET ME JUST GET RID OF ALL OUR TROPHIES. I'LL JUST MAKE ROOM FOR THE ADVENTURES OF SUPERMAN AND ROBIN INSTEAD!"

WTFFFFF BRUCE. WHY ARE YOU GETTING JEALOUS OF YOUR 15YR OLD'S FRIENDSHIP?

Oh, yes, what trophies am I talking about? Trophies of their battles together of course!

Which means the batcave is memorabilia of their time together. You know what that also means? It means that Bruce sulks in the Batcave because in the cave, he can literally surround himself with the time he spent with Dick.

Bruce is so abnormal about Dick. He sees Dick as an all in one. Every single relationship category you can think of, Bruce has bundled it up and put it into Dick. If all their various relationships became a physical string, Bruce would have a leash on Dick that resembles a thick, corded rope. So if you cut one thread of, say, friendship, the rope won't tear become the other threads of partnership, family, and other ambiguous threads would still hold them together.

Bruce has a leash on Dick but something Dick doesn't know and Bruce won't admit is that Dick has a leash on him too.

HERE'S THE INSECURITY WITH DICK AGAIN. THE MAN THINKS THE WORLD OF DICK BUT HE'S HORRIFIED AT THE THOUGHT, AT THE POSSIBILITY, THAT DICK DOESN'T FEEL THE SAME OF HIM.

He's constantly seeking reassurance of his place with Dick through the only way he knows how-manipulation. While Bruce consistently distances himself from his son, he's doing it on purpose so Dick will come running back to him. I mean-isn't that what he did with Jason? Expelling Dick in fury and fear and not telling Dick about taking in a new robin?

In the comic Dick drops by and tells him "I found out through a newspaper and since I haven't been robin..." to which Bruce responds horrified and guilty. He knows what he's doing. He just doesn't want to get caught as to why.

Others have picked on this obsession he has with Dick too:

Someone clearly knew the importance of Nightwing to Batman. They knew what his death would do to him. And in response Bruce went out of his way-to a foreign land-just to take revenge on the man who almost took “his boy” away from him. Leaving with a parting promise, an oath, to hunt down the other one and leave him crippled for life too. Did Batman know KG Beast would survive or did he just leave it up to fate?

In the previous panel, apart from KG Beast calling Dick "your boy" to Batman, it's only implied though. So how do we know if Dick really does have that much weight to Bruce? Well not only is it confirmed, it is engraved in stone:

And when the blast nearly kills Dick, Bruce nearly kills the man who did it. WITH A GUN.

Also him trying to strangle Lex Luthor to death before Lex chokes out in between stolen gasps that Dick's not actually dead but he will be if Bruce continues.

Did you know that the dead Robin in the Superman vs Batman movie was confirmed to be Dick? Yeah. That says a lot right there.

Brothers

I'm not going to get into their brother relationship because that involves how Alfred treats Dick as a son rather than a grandson and is opening a whole new mansion of stuff so I'm going to wrap this up here and say the two of them are a LOT.

Bruce and Dick's relationship is impossible to define and that's why they keep ending up fighting. Their relationship doesn't have clear boundaries and since each type of relationship (brotherhood, father/son, partnership, friendship, colleagues, idols&pedestals) has it's own unique problems, and because the two of them alone are all those things, they have all the problems of each of these categories combined. But they also have all the benefits. Inseparably entwined these two.

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homeofatlas · 10 months ago

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You Called

Authors note: I was truly inspired and had to write this. Also all the physical touch in my fics can you tell what my primary love language is? Also if i wasn't writing fanfic for a female athlete you'd be able to tell i'm gay from all the "I like you" "like platonically?" in all my fics. Anyways enjoy and have a good week!

Word Count: 1.2k

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It’s 10:30 pm when Elisa texts you. You’re used to receiving messages that say “this reminded me of you” or the occasional meme but this was out of the ordinary. You’d been close friends for a year and while you knew how close you two were, you honestly thought she would have gone to someone else if she needed them. When you needed someone to calm you down she was the person who stayed with you but that was because she was the one who brought you the most comfort. Typically when Elisa got riled up the team was always there to help her. So when you got a text late at night from her asking if you could come over, you were worried.

You swear you’d never gotten ready so fast in your life. Throwing on the closest pair of acceptable but comfortable pants you found and a sweater you walk so fast to the car you’re basically sprinting. Through this process she texts you asking when you’ll get there, as soon as humanly possible if you can do anything about it. If you could go any faster without breaking laws you would, you’re debating even breaking those laws. She needs you right now and there’s nothing that will keep you from her. Pulling up in front of her apartment you park and get out of the car. Texting her that you’re there the closer you walk to the door way you can see she’s already in the lobby waiting for you. Head hung low and hands stuffed deep in pockets. It's so far from her usual demeanour, you know something is very wrong.

Walking up to the door as you begin to pull she’s pushing it open and helping you in from the cold. The first look into her eyes tells you how bad it is. She greets you with a hey but it’s different from her usual ones and you can see how stressed out she is. Before you can say anything you hug her and pull her into you. Sometimes there aren’t any words that are more comforting than being held. As you pull away she begins to speak.

“Sorry I called so late I needed someone and I got into a fight and I should have left it alone but I didn’t and I need a distraction-”

“Elisa, even if you just wanted to hang out I would have come. I’m here when you need it. That’s what friends are for.” It breaks your heart a little to say those words but it’s true. Even if your feelings aren’t purely platonic it is what good friends do for each other.

Her shoulders sag with relief as you two wait for the elevator. She asks you how your day was despite having been together only 5 hours ago. You link your arm through hers to continue offering her comfort while you chatter away so she has something else to focus on. Coming into the apartment you take off your coat and sit on the couch ready to talk with her about what happened or happy to speak about anything else. She joins you on the other side of the couch.

“Why don’t we put on a movie? That’s always a good distraction.” You say.

She nods silently. You pick one of your favourite comfort movies and beckon her to come closer to you. She lays her head down on your shoulder and you wrap an arm around her so you can draw soothing shapes on her shoulder. You know she’ll want to talk about it and right now you can’t push her. The best thing to do right now is be there for her and let her know she has someone.

You feel her intake of breath to speak before you hear her.

“I can’t believe you actually came.” She says sitting up and looking at you.

You shrug and struggle to keep looking at her, if you don’t get a grip she’ll know you love her.

“You called.”

She continues to look at you with an unreadable expression. Sometimes you feel like you know her better than yourself and other times you feel like you don’t understand her at all.

“Sometimes,” She starts and licks her lips as if trying to convince herself to say what’s coming next. “I wish I had a coping mechanism I knew would soothe me like drugs or a cigarette. But sitting here talking to you I realized I do have a coping mechanism to soothe me when I'm distressed. It’s talking to you, it’s looking into your understanding eyes, it’s the way you know without me saying anything,” She pauses, hanging on the last word. “It’s you. I need you.”

She’s looking at you with the most vulnerable expression you’ve ever seen on her. Elisas energy often feels raw and powerful, like she’s made of passion, the storm clouds, and metal. You can feel the truth spilling out of her. She’s so good in her soul, she’s the realest person you’ve ever met.

Her hand reaches out to grasp yours on the couch and swipes her thumb back and forth on it. Her other hand hooks around the bend of your knee dragging you closer to her until your legs are practically across her lap. She bumps her forehead into yours gently, nuzzling the side of your head. Coming back to your face she nudges your noses together so the bridges slide across each other. A shiver goes down your spine. You can feel the burning heat of her palm on your thigh. Damn her, she knows how you love it’s one of your favourite things about her but right now it’s really biting you in the ass. You can’t do this if she doesn’t like you too. You can’t know what this feels like if you can’t have her, it’ll ruin you. It’ll make you sick to know what you might’ve had. You put your hand on her chest keeping her where she is.

“Don’t kiss me if it’s because of the heat of the vulnerable moment Elisa because I won't come back from this. I’ll fall in love with you.” Oh it’s all falling out now. “If I know what you feel like- what you taste like i’ll dream of you. No worse I’ll think of you. I’ll never escape you so please don’t if you don’t mean it like I do.” You finish pleading. You never thought you'd be begging her not to kiss you. But everything you’ve said is true. Except you’re already in love with her. You’d do anything for her. Your breath has stalled in your lungs. Breathing feels like your lungs are coated in molasses. It’s so much work to get your chest to breathe up and down.

Elisas paused. Oh god oh no, you’ve gone and ruined everything all of it you shouldn’t have said anything-

“What part of I need you didn’t you get?” she murmurs, lips ghosting above your own.

“Oh.” Your breath punches out of you. You hadn’t realized that was Elisas idea of a confession. You’d think back on it but you’ve got the rest of your life to do that and right now there is a hot french football player who wants to kiss you so it’ll have to wait. You push your lips together and it’s better than anything you imagined. Because she’s actually here warm and solid beside you, hands coming up to your waist. Your hands on her neck bringing her closer to you. Everything falls out of your head except one thought, I love you.

#elisa de almeida #elisa de almeida x reader #woso x reader #wlw #élisa de almeida

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kyuusberry · 8 months ago

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kitty | ive liz - oneshot

pairing: gf!liz x gn!reader

genre/theme: fluff, non idol au

warnings: none

ib: nothing

notes: all of my stories, oneshots, drabbles, ect are all fiction (fake/made up) except for the idols!! my stories do not depict how these idols actually act or their sexual orientation (straight, lesbian, gay, bisexual, aromantic, ect). the only time you'll ever read semi-true things is if it's my headcanons then i do use some facts from kprofiles and sometimes youtube videos but that's it.

a/n: special ive oneshot series because i'm seeing them on the 16th <3 they won't be in order by age, just by whoever i want! link to all of the parts will be here!

cis men, homophobes, racists, 20+, smut accounts dni

liz gasped, "look at him! the cat is so cute!" she smiled, looking at a small, gray-ish cat named seok.

"he is cute," you smiled.

you, and your girlfriend liz were at a pet shelter, just looking around and playing with the animals there. liz always said she didn't want to adopt, but you could tell she did. she always liked helping the staff out with the animals, it made her happy.

you liked seeing her happy, and that was usually when you took her to an animal shelter. and today, that's exactly what you did. but what she didn't know was that you took her to the shelter today to see which animal she took the most interest in so you could adopt the animal tomorrow and surprise her.

obviously, she didn't suspect anything because you two go to the shelters so often together, she thought you were just taking her because she was really excited to go to the shelter again that weekend. the only hard part was that she took interest in every animal there. you had no idea which one she would like the most.

liz gasped again, breaking your train of thought, "babe! look at the cute pug! she's so tiny!" she cooed, petting the puppy and giving her a treat before leaving.

you laughed a little, "i can see that, love."

when you two left the shelter, she was pretty upset, but you took her to her favorite ice cream parlor before heading back home. by the time you got back, you were sure which animal you were gonna get her. that small, gray-ish cat. sol? sun? no- it was seok. that was the cat's name.

the next morning, you said you were going to go on your daily morning jog, but that was a lie. you went back to the shelter to get seok. you bought him online the night before, when liz was asleep. you felt bad for lying to her, but it was a surprise, you kind of had to.

"thank you for purchasing seok. he just got here not too long ago, so he is still a little feisty, but don't worry too much. we've trained him and helped him get used to humans the past couple months he's been here," the lady at the desk smiled.

you had seok in your arms, petting him and smiling, "thank you as well. see you soon," you set seok in his pet carrier, waved and left.

there was no traffic that day, so it only took you about 8 minutes to get back home. you opened the door and softly set the cage down. thankfully, liz was in your shared bedroom so she couldn't see.

"liz! come here, i have a surprise for you!" you called out and liz came out pretty quickly.

"close your eyes and hold out your arms for me, love."

she did as she was asked and felt something somewhat heavy and fluffy in her arms, "what is this?" she laughed.

"open your eyes."

when she opened her eyes, she was excited, happy, and shocked all at once, "you bought me a cat?! seok from the shelter yesterday! oh my gosh, thank you so much!" her eyes were tearing up and she gently set the cat down on the couch before hugging you tightly.

"this is the best gift ever, thank you y/n," she cried.

you hugged her back, "of course, my love. i love you," you whispered in her ear.

#kim jiwon #jiwon #liz #ive x reader #ive #ive icons #ive liz #fluff #kpop oneshots #oneshot #imagine #x reader #liz x reader #kpop #kpop gg #liz oneshot #liz imagine #kyuusberry

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lemotmo · 2 months ago

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I'm not sure how you feel about getting these anymore but I thought this was hilarious so wanted to share for you at least to read even if you don't want to post. 😊

Q. I really was trying to hold onto the belief that the show wasn't going to make Eddie gay but it's really hard to see what other storyline is possible given those latest Ryan interviews. I would love to say gay or not the show would just keep Buck and Eddie as platonic best friends but there is zero chance of the show not pairing them together. They really did just use my man as filler until they were ready to tell the Eddie story. That's so gross.

A. Well, anon that's the point of a plot device. Their only reason for being is to move a larger story forward. By definition their filler characters. They have no individual significance or purpose. Their purpose is the story they're being used in. I've been telling you this for months now. Many of us have. He was never going to be anything more than a plot device. The show wasn't subtle about it either. It's been pretty much a connect the dots picture of plot device usage. Go back and watch his scenes in season 7 with this new found realization and I promise it will not be hard to see. And I agree, especially with the context the latest Ryan interviews gave, there's really not any other story it could be. He also confirmed they're not turning him into the new Bobby, and he's not siding with Gerard. So it was nice of him to debunk the latest round of ridiculous takes during the interview. If I could offer you a suggestion though I would encourage you to give the story a chance. If you pay attention to Eddie, and not your fandom people telling you to hate him, you will like him. After all there's a reason you all tried to hijack his entire backstory and history for Tommy. Let yourself enjoy the character those things actually belong too. Let yourself enjoy the actual story.

Oh Nonny! I feel joyous and happy whenever I get another of these posts in my ask box. While I'm asking people to not ask Ali any questions through my blog, I'm still perfectly happy posting her asks here. 😋

Especially since, for most of us, this is the only way to read Ali's posts and we do love her posts very much. So don't hesitate to drop something in my ask box. The only things I don't post about are the direct posts about the BT fandom, but Ali has told me she isn't replying to those posts anymore anyway, so that eliminates that problem.

As for the ask itself...

Yeah, so many of us have been saying this since day one. Tommy was only ever there to help Buck out of that closet. He was never really meant to be anything more than that. Sure, the change of the storyline because of the early renewal, gave Tommy some more time on the show, but that's where it ends.

So yeah, going back to rewatch the previous seasons, knowing what you know now? It will change the way you see Eddie and Eddie and Buck's friendship and maybe you'll find some joy in them. Just let it happen.

IMPORTANT! Please don't repost this ask and/or a link that leads straight to my Tumblr account on Twitter or any other social media. Thank you!

Heads up! For anyone who is giving me the shifty eyes for reposting Ali's updates instead of reblogging. Read this.

Remember, no hate in comments, reblogs or inboxes. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of Ali’s posts, you can find all of her posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

#anonymous blog I love #Ali's nonnies #season 8 speculation #911 speculation #eddie diaz speculation #buddie speculation #nonnies galore

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jackactuallywrites · 8 months ago

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Drunk and Disorderly Chapter Five

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x you

Rating: It’s still fluffy, no sex

Warnings: Ghost dances

Summary: You and Ghost go out to the gay club together

Notes: @xxven kicking my feet and giggling 🤭

Word Count: 2,280

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What the fuck were you supposed to wear on a date— no, not a date, just a night out with Ghost.

The first time you’d seen him out at the clubs, it had been a complete coincidence, so you’d quite happily dressed up to the nines, half your rack hanging out, your dress short enough to risk giving everyone a good look of your arse every time you forgot to pull your dress down. This time, it would be a deliberate choice, a choice you were making fully knowing that Ghost would see you in it. Whatever you chose, he would know that you’d chosen it for him. Hence the conference call.

“I, for one, think you should go all arse and tits. You have jugs that could knock a man out. Tits out for the lads!” “Yes, I know your opinion, Elle.” She leaned into the camera, so all that was visible from her end was her large green eyes, “TITS.” You decided not to continue arguing with her, “Katy, help me out here.” “What part of your body do you want to show off?” Elle drew out the word ‘tits’ again, but she had a point. Other than your eyes, you did like your chest the most. “I mean, I guess tits, yeah, but there’s a limit.” Katy considered your words carefully, nodding sagely as she thought. “That strappy metallic gold dress, with those heeled golden sandals. Metallic eyeshadow, smudged black eyeliner.” Elle oohed, “Yes, bitch, that’s the one!” “You think?” Katy nodded, “That’s the one. It’s flirty but not entirely going into outright ‘fuck me’ territory. There’s plausible deniability.” “Plausible deniability. You say it like he’s going straight to HR afterwards to dissect everything.” “Better to be on the safe side with fraternisation.” Katy glanced away from the camera, “I’ve gotta go walk the dog with my mam. In a bit.” Elle followed after Katy’s example, but she gave you a final encouragement of, “Tits, babe, tits!”

You still weren’t entirely sure how you felt about wearing such a short dress around Ghost, but you were never one to question Katy’s sage fashion advice; she had a knack for picking the perfect outfit, so you just had to trust in her choice.

When you’d decorated your eyelids with a beautiful sparkly gold shimmer, lined your eyes with black, curled your eyelashes and darkened them with mascara, you were done. You could feel the anxiety already beginning to spike in your veins, your leg bouncing as you text your girls. Unfortunately for you, Elle was absent, no doubt busy canoodling with her partner, and your texts didn’t even deliver to Katy. If you hadn’t already scrubbed your lips until they were buttery soft and smoothed them over with lip balm, you might have chewed your lip bloody, but as such, you were unable. What bothered you most was that you hadn’t been all that specific with Ghost. There was no time, no meeting place; all you’d told him was that you’d see him at the club, so infuriatingly vague.

As it happened, you ended up at the club early enough that it was still light out, the sun just beginning to sink below the horizon. It was practically empty, though patrons were starting to trickle in, so you didn’t look too pathetic sitting in the corner by yourself. You knew it would be too early to even consider Ghost showing up within the next few hours, so you soothed your nerves with an early drink of vodka lemonade and settled in the corner.

You only managed to hang on for one hour and twenty-five minutes before you were already out the back door, cigarette in hand. It would ruin the warm, sweet scent of your perfume, but you were desperate for the soothing that you could only get from nicotine. Thankfully, it wasn’t windy, so your cigarette took up quickly, flooding your system with relief, the slight anxiety in your fingers already quieting. At the very least, the club had opened up more, finally beginning to pulse with music and people, so you weren’t so obviously alone, a few stragglers outside smoking nearby. Still, you couldn’t keep your eyes from nervously scanning the streets, desperately trying to pick out Ghost’s figure from the mingling people.

About halfway into your second cigarette, you finally caught sight of the tall, hulking figure coming down the pavement toward the club, that familiar white skull on his balaclava seeming to almost float in the darkness. It was impossible for you to not be excited, but you did your best to downplay your eagerness, lifting your hand in a casual wave beckoning him toward you. Naturally, when he caught sight of you, he made a beeline to you, slipping through the small crowd of people.

When he finally came into the glow of the orange streetlight, you finally saw him properly, dressed in his usual outfit of black boots, black cargo trousers, and a black jumper, yet he had a second jumper draped over his arm. You couldn’t imagine a man like that getting cold, but then again, you couldn’t judge; every soldier had their quirks.

“Sorry I’m late,” were the first words out of his mouth, and you smiled, lying through your teeth, “Don’t worry. I haven’t been waiting long.” He looked over your outfit, silent, and you could feel the slight prickle of uneasiness underneath your skin, unable to tell what exactly he thought of it, finally prompting him, “What do you think?” Ghost’s head snapped up from where it had been lingering on your waist, and he cleared his throat, “No, I- uh, yeah, you look nice.” You gestured to the jumper over his arm, “You planning on a snowy night?” He shook his head, “I had a feeling you’d come underdressed. I wanted to come prepared.” The gesture surprised you, and you tilted your head, “You brought an extra jumper for me?” He tilted his head back at you, “Did you bring a jacket?” You pursed your lips, “No.” He held out the jumper to you, “Well then, here you are. Add it to the collection.”

It wasn’t until he used those exact words that you remembered you still had his jumper tucked safely underneath your bed, and you cringed a little, “I never returned that jumper to you, did I?” “You did not.” “I can get it-“ He snorted softly, shaking his head and pushing the jumper at you, “I have dozens. Don’t worry about it.” You weren’t about to deny the opportunity to take another jumper from the man, but nor were you about to cover up the outfit Katy had picked out for you. “We’re going to be inside; it won’t be cold enough for a jumper there.” He paused in holding out the folded jumper, then shook it out, draping it around your shoulders and tying the sleeves loosely around your neck. “There.”

Even the gentlest touch of his fingers brushing against your bare shoulder sent thrilling tingles up your spine, and you spoke the first words on your mind, “Do you want to grab a drink, then?” “Are you offering to buy me a drink?” It was impossible not to grin at that. “I guess I am. You gonna take me up on the offer?” He considered it for a moment, then nodded, “You know what, I think I will.” He offered his arm out to you, a surprising gesture of chivalry, and you wrapped your arm around his, amused at the way you could feel his biceps flexed as you laid your hand on them, allowing him to lead you into the club.

You’d never thought about what a bonus it was to have a large man like Ghost around; the crowd in the club was usually an irritating thicket barring you from easy movement, but Ghost carved a wide path for you both, the crowd seeming to part easily before him. Once you reached the bar, Ghost caught the attention of the bartender then gestured for you to order the drinks. You looked over at the masked man and then decided, smiling at the bartender, “Two strawberry daiquiris.” The bartender left to make your drinks, and you smiled up at Ghost, expecting to see at least a little bit of frustration from him, but he merely looked amused, his eyes crinkling in the corners, “What? You think I’ll be embarrassed? Please.” You pursed your lips at him, and he leaned down so you could hear him better over the chatter, “Love, I come here almost every other weekend. By all means, order me something sparkly in rainbow colours. Does not bother me.” Only one question popped out in your mind, but Ghost cut you off before you could verbalise it, “I’m not gay. I just feel more comfortable here.”

It took at least two drinks for you to get over the humiliation and another drink for you to finally feel at ease once again, and by that time, you and Ghost had found yourself a little booth in the corner, away from the loudest speakers. He’d pushed his tumbler of bourbon over to you and was trying to convince you to try it, “Come on, love, this is premium Kentucky bourbon. You ought to try it at least once.” “I know it’s going to be gross.” He’d pulled the edge of his mask up long ago in order to drink, so you could see when his lips quirked in a smile, “Come on, darlin’, do it for me.” You rolled your eyes, but you were still amused, “God, you use that charm on everyone?” That made him smile again, and he nudged the glass closer to you, insistent. Usually, you liked to be stubborn, but you were too tipsy to bother this time, so you acquiesced and took a sip of the bourbon, feeling it burn your throat as you’d expected it to, coughing a little as it went down. “Gross.” Ghost laughed, taking his drink back, and you wrinkled your nose at him, “Right, that’s it. You owe me. You’re coming with me to dance.”

You’d expected Ghost to put up some sort of resistance, but he seemed happy, allowing you to take his hand and lead him to where the music was strongest, his gloved hand gently wrapped around yours. Everywhere you looked, there were people, but then Ghost pulled you over to him, where there was a slight gap in the people, twirling you as you went. You wouldn’t have thought that a man like that could be so playful, but he seemed greatly elated to spin and dip you, at one point taking up your hand and leading you across the room, his other hand resting on your waist. It became clear to you that where you were pleasantly buzzed, Ghost was far more intoxicated, to the point of having set aside his usual formidable persona in favour of a far more relaxed and playful self. He gave you another little spin, turning you so your back was to his chest, and then he let go of your hand, his hands encircling your waist, his cheek resting on the top of your head.

Perhaps sober, your heart would have fallen out onto the floor, but in the pleasant haze of being tipsy, all you could focus on was how cosy and secure you were with his arms around you, his chest warm against your back. If you were able to fall asleep standing up, you might have drifted into a peaceful slumber, but as such, you could only let out a tired yawn, leaning back into Ghost, resting your arms on top of his. His fingers lazily stroked across your bare arm, his voice soft, “You tired?” “I don’t usually dance so energetically.” His arms shifted from around your waist, linking one with your arm, “Come on then.”

The tiredness seemed to have snuck up on you, and you nodded along to his suggestion, allowing him to take you by the arm and lead you out of the club into the cold night air. Goosebumps touched your bare arms as soon as you left the heat of the building, and Ghost paused, taking off his jumper and holding it out to you with one hand as he undid the jumper still tied around your shoulders with the other. His was perfectly warm as you pulled it over your head, and you got a delightful glimpse of his well-muscled arms and the intricate tattoo that snaked around his forearm before he covered it up with the spare jumper. Then, he offered his arm back out to you, and you took it, allowing him to lead you back down the dark streets that led to the base.

When you’d finally reached the barracks, Ghost seemed to have sobered up a little; his mask pulled back down into place, his arm held out almost stiffly for you to hold onto. He seemed to look at you searchingly as you turned to say goodnight to him, but he didn’t say anything more detailed than, “Drink some water before you head to sleep.” You weren’t about to let him leave with such curt farewells, so you reached out to touch his arm. “I had a really fun night with you tonight. We should do this again sometime.” He seemed to soften a little, his voice little more than a murmur as he looked down at you, “Yeah..” His hand reached out to gently brush across your cheek, and then he was gone, striding off across the base to wherever he lay his head.

#jack writes #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod #cod fanfic #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #cod fic #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x you

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imaginarylungfish · 5 months ago

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Hello, if you don't mind, can I ask, who are your top favorite romantic relationship's couples in any media, like anime/manga, tv series, books, etc (can be canon or non-canon)? Feel free if you want to write the reasons or not of why you love them....Thanks if you want to answer....

Ooh how fun! I should just screenshot my ao3 dash lol. Let's see... almost all of these are all animanga (and not canon), but in order of my love for them at this particular moment in time:

TodoBakuDeku

BakuDeku

KilluGon

MatchaBlossom

SatoSugu

ShiGuang

TigerGhost

SasaMiya

ShunMio

KazuRei

Now, explanations, *spoilers*, and honorable mentions below the cut!

TodoBakuDeku (My Hero Academia)

Obviously not canon and never will be but oh does this ship have a chokehold on me. I just think this trio is so balanced in every way. Like we have our precious TodoDeku who connect by being nerds and the sweetest boys. Then we also have TodoBaku who are just lovely little menaces. And, of course, BakuDeku--can't beat friends to enemies to lovers. And then they all come together to form a masterpiece. Idk I just love this ship so much.

BakuDeku (My Hero Academia)

So I honestly really wasn't into this ship too much until reading the final war arc and meta. Other people's viewpoints changed my mind! Hori has done a really great job of portraying BakuDeku's complex relationship in the manga (for however you view their canon relationship). So like idk how can I not ship For-the-Rest-of-Our-Lives Katsuki with Control-Your-Heart Izuku?

Sidenote: I almost didn't include this on the list because I tend to only really ship this pair while reading the manga. I never shipped them in the anime unless it was TodoBakuDeku with Deku as a hinge. And I don't even read many fics with just Katsuki and Izuku. I just feel like fandom BakuDeku feels incomplete without Shouto for some reason. Like I'm Team BakuDeku for the manga, Team hinge TodoBakuDeku in the anime, but throuple TodoBakuDeku in the sanctuary of my mind/on ao3. (Maybe that'll change once I start watching Season 7 though.)

KilluGon (Hunter x Hunter)

I only watched this anime this year but ohmygod I immediately fell in love with Gon and Killua. They are so precious. I mean, Killua is just a little smitten kitten. And Gon? He's in it. Anyway, love their dynamic and of course I ship them. Gon is Killua's light after all!

MatchaBlossom (Sk8 the Infinity)

Literally just started shipping this so I'm in the throes of obsession rn but their dynamic? *chef's kiss* (hehe, you like what I did there?) Childhood friends? Pining while the other falls for another? Realizing feelings? Already married bickering old couple? Give me all the headcanons please!

SatoSugu (Jujutsu Kaisen)

I mean, c'mon. Tragic gays are my weakness. They're gonna be OG for me. No one can compare. They're on a different level. All I want is for them to have hopped on a plane and gone somewhere they can finally find peace, is that too much to ask? (Gege??)

ShiGuang (Link Click)

Again, I said I like tragic gays. But god, I do hope they don't end up too tragic! I love this pairing. They balance each other out well. We have puppy dog Cheng Xiaoshi and cat Lu Guang. Perfection thx.

TigerGhost (Nicktoons Unite)

Ok so this crackship was brought on by my serendipitous viewing of Nicktoons Unite fanart on this beautiful app and subsequent reading of all their fics on ao3 (a grand total of four, btw). And I'm obsessed. I was a diehard Danny Phantom fan as a kid (we stan our queer/genderqueer/bisexual/trans ghost boy). And I never watched El Tigre as a kid, but the way the fandom portrays him and Danny together just hits. Salty and sweet with a lil bit of darkness? Yum.

SasaMiya (Sasaki to Miyano)

First canon ship on this list lol. You want fluff? You got it. Give me some good pining, consent, and mutual respect, thank you.

ShunMio (Stranger by the Shore)

Second and last canon ship on the list! Love me some good ole sun and moon. Idk their story is so cute. Plus, I like how Kii Kana portrays Shun's feelings regarding his sexuality and how that affects his relationship with Mio. It's relatable.

KazuRei (Buddy Daddies)

I mean, this is practically canon, right? Well, at least queerplatonically (which we stan). Love our little found family. This anime had such a cute and goofy premise, how could I not fall for this ship?

(Honorable mentions: TodoDeku, TodoBaku, Labru, DabiHawks, Renga, VashWood, Kappa x Siren, Boyfriends, EraserMic, ItaFushi, InuOkko, ShokoHime, HaiNana, LeoPika, KudoIchi, TogaChako)

#todobakudeku #bakudeku #killugon #matchablossom #satosugu #shiguang #tigerghost #sasamiya #shunmio #kazurei #ships #ask

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thefirsthogokage · 1 year ago

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The level at which Drew Barrymore is fucking up is INSANE

[Image ID: a pair of tweets from from Claire Willett (@clairwillett) from September 11th, 2023 that read:

I know Twitter is not a universal barometer but boy if I was Drew Barrymore’s PR folks I would be gravely concerned about the number of well-known actors on here basically saying “WE WILL NOT BE FORGETTING THIS”

they’ll be skipping your couch on the next press junket, ma’am

unclear if this is a bad-faith question or not but I’ll say that just within the last hour in my own twitter feed I have seen

Joshua Malina

Bradley Whitford

Evan Handler

Anson Mount

Lisa Ann Walter

Roxane Gay

/End ID]

The link in the tweet leads you to the tweet below.

[Image ID: Lisa Ann Walter QT'd (on September 11th, 2023) a tweet of hers from April 17th, 2023 that reads:

Hang out with me & my new sister @DrewBarrymore Tmw!

On @DrewBarrymoreTV

I love her.

And you can tell by my enthusiastic oversharing.

Featuring - the gross recipe me and my High School BFF slapped together.

The tweet includes three tweets with the two of them from Barrymore's show.

The QT reads:

Don’t know why this is going around again-but please note the date: Before both strikes.

I’m a unionist.

I’m proudly re-elected to #SagAftra National & LA Local board. I’m on the NegComm. I chair LA women’s committee and am on WAY too many others. I’m also WGA.

I Don’t X lines

/End ID]

Other tweets that she was talking about:

[Image ID: a tweet from Bradley Whitford on September 11th, 2023 that is a QT of Variety tweeting this article about Drew Barrymore owning the decision to come back and claiming she's not violating strike rules (yes she is because hers is a WGA contracted production). It reads:

Oh, you own it. For sure, @DrewBarrymore. And we’ll never forget it.

/End ID.]

I'm sorry, my anxiety is going up a bit with all of the messiness this post, so I'm not going to do the IDs anymore, and my phone is being mean. But here are others, starting with Evan Handler:

Anson Mount:

Before that he also retweeted Bradley Whitford's tweet, but I'm running out of room.

Roxane Gay:

And there was another one where she rt'd someone basically backhandedly slamming Drew Barrymore for being the host of this year's National Book Awards.

And then, saving the best for last, Joshua Malina has been going scorched earth on Barrymore and reminding people The View is also scabbing. Honestly love seeing it and highly recommend him as someone to follow. A lot of retweets of others as well as original tweets:

He's talking about a hat with the thing that let's custom text scroll. What the person he QT'd is referring to is his hat saying "Drew Barrymore is a Scab".

He actually started hounding her on Sunday, after it was announced very late in the day that she was coming back on Monday.

I love Josh Malina.

Fuck Drew Barrymore.

Also, fuck every celebrity who crosses the picket lines. (This includes Oprah (who also hasn't donated any or her billions to Maui and instead asked others to donate even though she also has a home there which she got through shady deals and wouldn't let anyone use it as a shelter in an emergency) and Brook Shield's who went today.)

(Also fuck other celebs who liked Drew's post about coming back including Lily Collins, Cara Delevingne, Jennifer Aniston, Kristen Bell, and Jennifer Garner and I'm honestly not surprised by the four of those, don't know enough about the first one.)

#josh malina #bradley whitford #evan handler #anson mount #lisa ann walter #roxane gay #wga strike #sag afra strike #drew barrymore #fuck scabs #fuck drew barrymore #fuck oprah #fuck brooke shields #fuck lily collins #fuck jennifer aniston #fuck jennifer garner #fuck Kristen Bell #fuck cara Delevingne

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do-you-ship-it-polls · 7 months ago

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April summary

Polls finished: 109

The pair with the most votes this month were Steve and Eddie from Stranger things with a total of 1472 votes for "I ship it!"

And after them comes Zuko and Sokka at 1406 votes which is still more than 50 votes under Steddie. I never really got into ATLA so I didn't realize these two were so popular, at first glance I thought it would be a rarepair. But maybe the goofball and the edgy guy are actually made for eachother.

The hidden gem title this month belongs to Keita and Thaniel from the book "The watchmaker of Filigree street" with this impressive ratio where only 0,5% of voters don't ship it. The rest of us don't like reading.

I must give an honorary mention to Victor and Yuuri as well from Yuri on ice due to the cancellation of the movie. They were one of the first canon gay couples I saw in media and there is a special place in my heart for this anime, so it's sad to see that the movie likely won't be shown. You guys seem to agree with 72% of 413 votes for "I ship it!".

And finally we have to go decide on the worst ship of the month, which appears to be Stephen Strange/Tony Stark from the MCU with a majority of 52,2% voting for "I don't ship it". Perhaps it's one of those things where there's so many different shows and comics that the non-believers just haven't seen the right one. Or maybe they just suck together. Idk.

Blog update

There are almost 600 submissions now, so it can take up to a few months for your ship to show up, depending on how often I post. But I mostly pick from the submissions at random based on variety, fun reasons, and those with pictures attached since it's easier for me.

I've added a spreadsheet to this blog, since all the cool blogs have one. I'm planning to update it regularly with the results of every poll published on here. It also features a ban list so your submission isn't just ignored forever if it gets denied by me, but the list is very short. It's also subject to change over time. I'll remove it if it causes unnecessary drama, though.

Thank you for participating this month!

#sorry if my english is a bit off in this post. grammar is difficult :(#monthly summary #not a poll #long post

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wlwcatalogue · 9 months ago

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Valentine's Special ~ Aerith/Tifa from Final Fantasy VII: Remake (Compilation)

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Since today is Valentine’s Day, and FFVII: Rebirth is releasing at the end of this month, it’s the perfect time to get caught up on Aerith/Tifa, a.k.a. Aerti, a.k.a. possibly the most unexpected F/F ship in gaming! Here is what I consider to be the most comprehensive compilation of Aerti scenes from FFVII: Remake, prepared by yours truly for your viewing (and shipping) pleasure :)

Quick sales pitch: While Aerith is famously The One Who Dies and Tifa is known for her sexy character design, they are also popularly remembered as main character Cloud’s two equally appealing love interests, as attested to by one Robert Pattinson. However, just as the elements present in the original 1997 game Final Fantasy VII were expanded on and added to in FFVII: Remake, the relationship between Aerith and Tifa was also fleshed out… to the point where it became very, very easy to ship them together. To put it in Tumblr terms, it’s like Betty and Veronica, but taken in a different – but still (subtextually) gay – direction compared to Riverdale. Check out the video above, it's just 1.5 hours!

(Longer sales pitch / commentary below the cut)

Originally from the hit 1997 Japanese role-playing game Final Fantasy VII, Aerith and Tifa, along with the main character Cloud Strife, were one of the most famous love triangles of video games at the time, and arguably even now. (Note: Think Betty and Veronica (Archie but pre-Riverdale), or if you’re more familiar with anime, Rei and Asuka (Neon Genesis: Evangelion) or Saber and Rin (Fate: Stay Night).) Although they barely had any interactions together and really were primarily love interests for Cloud in the original game (and subsequent related works), the relationship between Aerith and Tifa was significantly more fleshed out in Final Fantasy VII: Remake (2020), going beyond your standard box-ticking “look, girl power!” exercise. There seems to have been many a fan who walked out of playing Remake who found Aerti (i.e. Aerith and Tifa’s relationship) memorable – whether read romantically or platonically – resulting in many GIFs, fanart, and even compilations of memorable scenes of their “friendship”.

Not only do they interact with each other outside of speaking about Cloud or other male characters (scraping a pass in the Bechdel test, yay!), Remake gives the relationship space to develop from “strangers who hit it off” to “individuals who care about and trust each other”. Significantly, Aerith is the one who seems to take Tifa’s concerns the most seriously and comfort her, and Tifa is also able to see past Aerith’s cheery façade and reach out to her at her times of greatest need. In my opinion, each of the pair offers the greatest emotional support to the other out of all the characters – even more than what they do for Cloud (or what Cloud does for them).

So what makes their relationship romantic rather than simply platonic to me (other than sheer force of will)? Even though there isn’t really any direct flirting or explicitly romantic lines, there are a number of moments which are framed romantically or parallel romantic moments between Cloud/Aerith or Cloud/Tifa. Perhaps the most obvious of this is when Tifa protects Aerith from falling (twice), which is animated and shot in a way which suggests that it’s just as swoon-worthy as when Cloud protected Tifa from a fall in a prior scene. However, another notable example is how the high-five gesture is linked to Cloud’s opening up to Aerith (as he has to be persuaded over the course of several scenes to do the high-five), but Aerith also high-fives Tifa in other scenes later, effectively appropriating the gesture. So while I never expect it to ever become canon, Remake’s Aerti has been a wonderful surprise and I hope to see even greater developments in their relationship within this subtextual space as the FFVII: Remake trilogy progresses.

Let's all hope for the best-- in the meantime, please enjoy this compilation!

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mandowh0re · 2 years ago

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Baby, I Love You

posted to AO3 but i guess i shall post here as well. link here if u wanna go give kudos!

pairing: john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley

warnings: GAY SMUT IDK WHAT YOU WANT ME TO SAY. also bottom ghost supremacy.

words: 3287

🫶🏻 happy reading!

soap’s had enough of this.

the flirting, the gazes, the lingering touches.

he’s spent the last several months trying to hold himself back and convince himself that ghost is only joking because he thinks soap is joking. but recently, ghost initiates the touches. ghost makes the first flirty joke. soap will look up from a file to see ghost looking at him first.

it’s driving him fucking mental.

he makes a noise akin to a growl and hauls himself from

his bed, out his room, and makes his way to ghost’s.

he hesitates, unsure if this is the right call. but before he can convince himself to turn around and leave it, he steels himself and knocks on the door.

only a few seconds go by before the door is opened, ghost on the other side with the slightest tilt to his head and a questioning look in his eyes.

soap notices that he’s only wearing his plain black balaclava, a tight black t-shirt, and gray sweats that fit snug to his hips. it makes soap’s mouth water.

“johnny?”

that snaps soap out of his lust frazzled thoughts and his eyes snap back to ghost’s.

“can ah come in?”

ghost immediately nods and steps to the side, letting his sergeant in. once the door is closed, soap turns around and looks ghost in the eyes.

mismatched eyes stare back at him, gaze curious and soap thinks he sees want in them as well.

he takes a step forward, closer into ghost’s personal space. when the other man doesn’t ask him to move, doesn’t even look at him in question, he takes two more steps forward until they’re almost chest to chest (or what would be chest to chest considering the height difference). a few more seconds of neither of unfaltering eye contact, soap reaches up and places a palm on the side of ghost’s face, resting on the soft fabric separating them.

ghost, to soap’s utter surprise, leans into the touch and his eyes flutter closed. a tiny breath escapes him, imperceptible to most, but soap hears it. because he hears and sees and notices everything about his lieutenant.

soap moves his hand to the back of ghost’s neck, curling his fingers around him and taking the last step until they’re flush together.

“tell me to stop, simon.”

“if you stop i might cry.”

a wicked smirk graces soap’s face, and his free hand comes up to toy with the edge of the mask, silently asking for permission. ghost nods, and soap pulls it up just enough to rest on the curve of his crooked nose, moving that hand to fist in ghost’s shirt.

his next move is a 180 from the gentleness he had been treating ghost with, and he all but shoves the taller man back against the door, the hand on his neck coming to his throat and pulling him down. their lips barely touching when soap tells him

“ah’ll make ye cry if ah keep goin.”

apparently that’s what breaks ghost’s resolve entirely, because he closes the incredibly short distance between them and kisses soap like his like fucking depends on it. sparks fly up his spine and his skin feels like fire. his hands come up to cradle soap’s face, prompting the shorter man to move the hand fisted in ghost’s shirt to his hair. it’s desperate, needy, and hungry, and faster than ghost can blink he finds himself slammed into his mattress, soap standing between his legs looking down at him.

“ye’ve been driving me fuckin insane, si. every time ye touch me ah feel like i’m goin to explode. i catch you lookin at me with yer ‘fuck me’ eyes and i nearly come on the spot. do ye even know what yer doin to me?”

they’re both breathing heavily, soap’s hands are on ghost’s hips, fingers digging into the flesh. they both hope there’s bruises there in the morning.

“yes, about took you long enough.” ghost finally answers between breaths.

for the second time that evening, soap growls and he lifts his knee and places it on the bed against ghost’s crotch, where he can see ghost’s already fully hard cock straining in his sweats.

“i’m going to make you pay for all that, but tonight i want to worship ye like ye deserve.”

ghost thinks he’s going to get whiplash from the back and forth soap is doing with him.

he also doesn’t really want soap to be soft with him, he wants to be roughed up and manhandled. he wants to be fucked into his mattress and unable to speak the rest of the night.

but then soap is gently lifting ghost’s shirt off of him and kissing up his torso, biting and sucking marks into his flesh as he goes. soap’s hands knead his hips, waist, thighs, and whatever meaty part of him that the younger man can get his hands on.

soap makes it to his pulse point on his throat and sucks a dark, near painful bruise before laving over it with his tongue in an apology. he pulls back to see his work, ghost’s body a canvas for him to decorate as he pleases. but something stutters soap’s movements at he looks back up into ghost’s eyes, hands gently placed on his cheeks.

“if we do this, simon, yer never gettin rid of me. you are mine. i need ye to be sure about this.” he emphasizes his words by leaning over and placing their foreheads together.

ghost takes a breath and in one motion, yanks the mask off and throws it across the room.

“there’s never been, and will never be anyone else, johnny. i’m yours. i always have been.”

ghost thinks soap looks like he’s going to cry before he crashes their lips together again. the kiss this time is slow and sensual, soap nudging and encouraging ghost up the bed until his head hits the pillow.

soap breaks the kiss and pulls back, looking down at ghost with the soft, lustful eyes.

“anyone ever tell ye how pretty you are, simon?” soap purrs, dragging his nails down the expanse of ghost’s torso. not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to cause pinpricks of pain that have ghost harder than he thinks he has ever been in his life.

his mind is beginning to fog over and his voice is incredibly hard to use when he attempts to answer soap.

soap, ever the ghost decoder, sees the struggle in ghost’s features and pauses his ministrations, “simon? you okay?” he asks. ghost feels embarrassment wash over him. he nods, biting his lip trying to cause enough pain to pull him out enough in order to speak.

soap catches on though, and moves to pull ghost’s lip from his teeth with his thumb, and then kisses his forehead.

“can ye not talk, baby?”

he doesn’t see disgust or humor in soap’s eyes, only genuine curiosity. so he forces himself to take a steadying breath and nods again.

“okay,” soap kisses the edge of his mouth, his jaw, then his lips once more, “okay. that’s fine, baby. but we need a system for ye to let me know if i need to stop somethin.”

ghost thinks for a moment before tapping soap’s thigh three times.

soap tilts his head, “three taps equals stop?”

again, ghost nods.

“okay, i need to know when to slow down too, so how about this,” he reaches down and grabs ghost’s hand, still on his thigh, and manipulates the man’s fingers until his pointer and middle finger are the only ones pointed out, “two fingers, two taps for slow down, three taps for stop, wherever you can reach, okay?”

ghost nods again and his hands move to roam up soap’s chest, bunching his shirt up as he goes. soap smiles, tearing his shirt off and kisses down ghost’s neck, biting and sucking more bruises. he adjusts himself above ghost’s hips and grinds down, causing the man to gasp and let out a moan that makes soap’s cock twitch in interest.

“fuck, baby. ye even sound pretty.” he breaths against ghost’s chest before sucking a hard nipple in between his lips before grinding again, pulling more delicious noises out of the man below him.

he continues until he decides to give the other nipple the same attention, his hands touching, petting, and squeezing wherever he can reach. he’s still slowly grinding, and before ghost even realizes what’s happening, he’s arching from the mattress and coming with a yelp. his hands tangle in soap’s overgrown mohawk.

when the sparks and colors behind his eyes settle, he has no time to even feel embarrassed about coming prematurely because soap is kissing him again and licking into his mouth.

“yer so fuckin perfect, oh my god,” soap says into his mouth, “coming just from that, do ye know how fuckin gorgeous you look when you come?” his hands remove ghost’s own from his hair and gently pin them above his head on the pillow, “think ye can give me one more, baby?”

ghost isn’t one hundred percent sure he can, because he’s honestly never tried and nobody has ever stuck around long enough to try, but he’s more than willing to do anything and everything soap asks of him so he’s quickly nodding, looking up at soap through half lidded eyes.

“perfect. i still need to make ye cry, right?” he asks coyly, thumb tracing ghost’s bottom lip.

it comes out as a question but hangs in the air like a promise and ghost’s cock twitches at the thought. and apparently, with the way soap is sitting on him, he feels it too. the same smirk from earlier curls his lips and a hand gently wraps around ghost’s throat.

“ye like that? do ye want me to make you cry, simon?”

the fog in his head is settling again, heavier than he’s ever felt it and he nods again, eyes fluttering closed as soap’s fingers squeeze just that much tighter against his carotid.

then the hand is gone, and soap is pulling at the waistband of his pants and boxers, pulling both off at one time. when the weight of soap’s body doesn’t return, ghost opens his eyes to see him stepping out of his own sweats and ghost feels his mouth watering at the sight of the other man.

“like what ye see?”

ghost’s eyes flicker to soap’s and he nods, reaching out and soap steps closer, gently laying a hand on ghost’s cheek.

“what do ye want, love?”

and dear fucking lord, ghost isn’t ready to deal with what that word does to his mind and body.

he looks back down to soap’s cock and licks his lips before opening his mouth and looking back up.

“shit, si. what the fuck did i do to deserve you?” he leans down and kisses him, slowly and lovingly, before pulling away, “ye can choke on my cock another time, beautiful. if i don’t get inside you soon im goin to lose my mind.” he smiles, “do you have lube?”

ghost pouts but nods and points to the drawer on his bedside table. soap moves to grab it and at the same time ghost turns his head and sucks soap’s thumb in between his lips. the startled, hungry look on the man’s face was absolutely worth it.

“steamin jesus.” soap mutters, and pushes his pointer finger in as well, “make them wet.” he commands.

ghost happily obliges.

after a minute or two, soap resettles himself between ghost’s thighs and forgoes the lube at first, using his spit slick finger to tease at ghost’s entrance.

at this point, ghost is keyed back up and fully hard again.

“relax, si, i’ve got you.” his other hand sits on ghost’s hip bone, thumb rubbing calming circles into his skin.

ghost takes a breath and forces his body to relax, and soap gently pushes past his entrance and begins working his finger in and out.

“so good for me, baby. so fuckin wet and tight for me.”

ghost keens at the praise, head tilting back into his pillow as soap moves a little quicker. soon he’s pressing in another finger, ghost’s hole still wet enough from the spit on his other finger. ghost is whining beneath soap’s hold, trying to rock back onto his fingers.

soap uses more pressure with his free hand to pin ghost’s hips to the mattress, stilling his movements.

“are ye ready for more, simon?”

ghost nods quickly, hands moving to grip on soap’s shoulders.

the younger man removes his fingers to add lube, because the spit is no longer enough to work ghost open the rest of the way. and while soap wants to make him cry, he doesn’t want to actually hurt him.

ghost whines again at the loss, but soon enough three fingers slip past his hole and a deep moan escapes him.

“ye make such pretty sounds, fuck. i could get off just from listenin to you. my pretty boy.” soap feels ghost clench around him at the words, “you like that baby? being called that? my pretty boy. my good boy.” he says the last part at the same time that he curls his fingers and presses against ghost’s prostate.

ghost gasps and makes a choked sound. distantly, he realizes there’s tears forming in his eyes, but he’s too lost in pleasure, too lost in soap, that he cannot bring himself to care.

soap continues this for a little while longer, before he finally removes his fingers and applies a generous amount of lube to himself. he pulls ghost by the hips farther up his lap, and holds his cock against ghost’s now aching entrance.

dropping down, soap places kisses all over ghost’s face, before pulling away and forcing ghost to make eye contact by holding his chin.

“are you ready, baby?”

ghost responds by wrapping his legs around soap’s waist and whines.

soap chuckles and pulls up, holding ghost still as he slowly pushes into him.

a deep, wonton moan is punched out of ghost the second soap is buried completely.

“jesus fuckin’-“ soap forces himself to hold still for both their sakes. letting ghost adjust and making sure he himself doesn’t blow right then and there.

he can’t help but think that this was even better than anything his mind could have ever come up with. ghost is pliant and willing below him, making the prettiest sounds he’s ever heard in his life, tight and wet and near begging for soap’s cock.

he doesn’t have much time to bask, though, because ghost is suddenly rocking onto him, a silent plea to move. soap opens his eyes (when did he close them?) and sees the most vulnerable, needy expression he’s ever seen on the other man. it makes him feel feral.

soap lifts one of ghost’s legs over his shoulder and kisses his inner thigh before biting into it.

“okay, okay, i’ll give ye what you want, love.”

he gives a slow roll of his hips, testing the waters to make sure ghost isn’t pushing himself past his limits. but when he sees no expressions of pain, he moves faster, finally reaching a brutal pace that’s punching moans out of both men.

“god fuckin bless, si. you feel amazing. yer so good, such a good boy for me.” he throws ghost’s other leg over his other shoulder and grips the meat of his hips, fucking into him like he’ll never get the chance again, hitting ghost’s prostate with every thrust.

ghost can’t really reach soap from the position he’s been put in, so he fists his hands into the pillow above his head. he belatedly realizes there’s a few tears falling down his face.

“fuck, look so fucking pretty when you cry. taking me like a whore. but you’re mine, simon,” he grunts, tightening his hold on the man, “nobody else gets to touch you again. you belong to me.” he snaps his hips harder with the last word and it pushes ghost over the edge, forcing his second orgasm and making him choke on a sob.

soap doesn’t let up though, still fucking into him with the same amount if not more vigor, wrapping his hand around ghost’s neglected cock to pull every last drop of cum from him.

it’s becoming too much, too overstimulating for ghost, but it feels too fucking good and ghost realizes he’s going to come again, but he can and will do nothing but lie there and take it. he’ll take whatever soap gives him.

“fuck, si, in or out?”

ghost, who’s so far under the fog that he doesn’t register the question at first, is still crying.

soap slows down, moves ghost’s legs off his shoulders, and leans down. he wipes the tears from his cheeks and presses a kiss to his lips, pulling him back to the surface.

when ghost’s eyes open again, he sees soap smiling at him with pure love and adoration.

“baby, one tap for in, two for out. where do you want me to come?”

ghost’s hand quickly finds soap’s hip and taps once.

“fuck, i love you.” he kisses ghost again, licking into his mouth and biting his lip, his hips resuming the earlier pace.

it only takes a few more of those brutal thrusts for soap to come with a low moan, hips stuttering and filling ghost to the brim. the feeling of soap filling him up has ghost coming again, dry.

when soap finally catches his breath, he looks up and sees ghost staring at the ceiling, a far away look in this eyes. he carefully moves off of ghost and rummages around the man’s bathroom and finds a cloth. he wets it with warm water, cleaning himself and then going back out to clean ghost. when he returns, there’s more coherence in ghost’s eyes.

“can ye talk yet, love?”

ghost shakes his head, and soap smiles lovingly.

“that’s okay, darling.”

he cleans the man off and grabs a water bottle he finds on the desk across the room, bringing it back and making ghost take a few sips.

when he’s done drinking, soap climbs into bed beside his partner and pulls him into his chest.

they’re like that for a while, soap tracing his fingers along ghost’s bicep, and he eventually thinks ghost is sleeping. so it startles him when the older man speaks.

“did you mean what you said?” his voice is weak and a little unsteady.

“i meant everything i said, simon. but what specifically are you referring to?”

ghost’s quiet for another moment and soap continues rubbing along his bicep. he knows ghost isn’t the best at articulating his feelings, so he’s patient.

“did you mean it, when you said you loved me?”

soap stills for a moment and then moves his hand to gently grab ghost’s chin with this thumb and forefinger, coaxing him to look up at him.

“of course. i’ve loved you for a very long time now. it’s not a new revelation. but you don’t have to say it back, sweetheart.”

a tear slips down ghost’s cheek, “i want to. because i do, but i don’t think-“

“i know, baby. it’s okay. even if ye can never say it, it’s okay. because i know. i don’t need words to know that ye love me.” he presses his lips to the blonde curls on ghost’s head, carding his fingers through them and soothing ghost as he cries for the second time that night, but for a very different reason.

they fall asleep like that, ghost wrapped around soap, and soap’s arms wrapped protectively around him.

#john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley #soap x ghost #soapghost #ghoap #bottom ghost #top soap #smut #fluff #no angst #you’re welcome

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silawastaken · 7 months ago

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Analysis of the poem Chuuya wrote to Dazai in Chapter 22 of my fic 'the (not so) perfect pair'!!!

Most of this poem(as you may have read in the an) was inspired by my own gf- but here is my little analysis of where various inpiration came from, and what it links back too because I wanted to make this and was told it may be appreciated :D

Sick, angry and jealous.

That's how I feel.

Frequently Chuuya mistakes his positive feelings towards Dazai as anger or annoyance, he kept thinking he was sick instead of embarrassed or flustered

Hot and bothered like you're under my skin, teasing and taunting like nothing has happened.

Like nothing had changed.

He thinks that he can't have been the only one who noticed the slight shift in their dynamic, the more frequent lingering looks, the few times even before Dazai's birthday that they almost kissed, and is infuriated at the lack of recognition in the shift, the way Dazai continues to poke fun at him the same joking way as before.

You have upended my world, changed it and claimed it as your own, and worst?

I can't complain.

I'm sick and nauseous and the reason why is you, but it's adrenaline at the same time, you're like a drug I can't get enough of, killing me while I admire the colour it changes my vision to see.

Chuuya mentioned earlier in the fic, after they fell out that he and Dazai were 'too codependent for their own good', which is what this line is a partial reference too. Dazai has always been around, Dazai has always been a large part of his life, and he's realised how much, and how upset it's making him, and he just doesn't care, because it's Dazai. Regardless of how it hurts, he'd rather hurt than not have Dazai.

To call you a muse would be an understatement, to call you pretty would be demeaning, to say I love you could never encompass the extent to which I care for you.

I want to be with you, forever.

Dazai and Chuuya are both artists. While Chuuya is a poet, and Dazai is a painter, they're each others muses. They have always been able to find the beauty in each other, always cared for each other in a way others didn't understand. So to call him pretty, or say he loves him, wouldn't be enough to accurately portray how he feels.

Forever isn't enough. I could know you for my life and five more and I'd never have enough, there has been a part of me that has known you since before I could know anything else.

This line is a reference to beast T-T Through the entire thing, I've added constant references to canon, in Chuuya's fear of heights because he can't fly, to Dazai's determination he'd be an anti hero. Dazai even tells Chuuya a story which is literally just the main bsd timeline. They've both said, multiple times, that they'd be together in every universe. Because they are, and they know it. They have known each other in every universe, for this life and five more, and they still gravitate towards each other like magnets. Opposites, and stuck together.

If the world doesn't want us, and heaven won't house us, I will keep us here. The sky will rain fire and the ground will grow molten, and we will be here, safe and warm, and alive, this room a haven, safe from the horrors.

Hozier possessed me for a second. No, but there has always been the idea that gay people won't go to heaven. So, 'if the world doesn't want us(general hatred of people) and heaven won't house us(religious stigmatism towards their relationship, or a metaphor for not being allowed a safe and happy place) i will keep us here(Chuuya's bedroom, together, safe)'

The next lines are intended to make a point of the fact they feel safe together. Anything could happen, the world could literally fall apart, and they could sit together in Chuuya's room as it ends and feel at peace. It's supposed to lead on from the previous lines as well, signifying that even if nobody wants them, even if they don't have a place together, Chuuya would make one. He would force the fates into alignment to create a space he and dazai could be together in.

We could float between constellations and carve our names into the stars, we could mold fate to our own design, I could force us together, damn all that tries to block our way.

If nothing will have us, I will still have you.

Again, the same as the previous verse, it's about forcing a place for themselves. 'Even if nothing else works out, as long as you're by my side, it'll be okay' kind of idea. The mention of constellations and stars is a reference to the moment in the overhead tank, the glow in the dark stars on the walls, and the mention of the planetarium.

We can be together, as one, over and over, again and again, universe after universe, you and I, Dazai and Chuuya, the moon and the stars, the planets and the asteroids.

Another beast reference, and a mention of those relationship dynamics, Dazai the moon and Chuuya the stars.

Religion is what I find in you, someone worth being devoted to, I find you in the perfect things, the sun, the rain, music, and art, and nature,

every thing worth living for I can trace back to you, a memory, a daydream, a wish, another sickening urge to keep you here, to preach my love and teach you how to pick out what I see.

More hozier possession, religious metaphors for love are my holy grail, and I love the idea of finding religion in simple or pretty things, and the idea is if you find religion in the pretty things, and to Chuuya, Dazai is the prettiest, he would find it in Dazai first, and Dazai in everything else. He could find Dazai in everything, and find something worth living for. Chuuya is stuck in a situation where he wants to love someone who believes themself incapable of receiving it, and has the idea of teaching him to live himself the way Chuuya loves him, and teach him to 'pick out what i see'.

In my favourite dreams you are there, in our kitchen with the sun coming through the windows, in our garden teaching our kid to pick out plants, every time we are together, we are one.

For a few chapters, it's been a theme for Dazai and Chuuya to both realise how badly they just want to live, together, peacefully. A house and a cat and a kid, an opportunity to be people, together, and happy. These domestic dreams are Chuuya's favourite, and he can't have one that doesn't include Dazai. He can't imagine a life without him.

If I have to settle as a friend, if I have to watch from afar, I will. But I love you.

Since we were kids hiding behind trees, to the day I stop breathing.

I love you.

Forever.

Again, forever. Another reference to that fact that in every universe they meet. They're always together. They're soulmates in the truest sense. And Chuuya loves Dazai so much, that if the only way they can be together in this world, is if they're only friends, he'll happily oblige. He just wants to be able to watch him be happy.

'Since we were kids hiding behind trees' is a reference to the new years eve flashback, the moment they kissed as kids, and Dazai realised he loved Chuuya.

This poem was so fun to write, and I was actually going feral over it, so I hope you appreciate the more in depth explanation, and some of the references. Hozier and mitski just do something man- don't write poetry listening to pink in the night you'll end up with this. ANYWAY thank you for reading :3

#bsd #silas yaps #ao3 fanfic #soukoku #soukoku fanfiction #bsd fanfic #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs #skk au #silas writes

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my-castles-crumbling · 11 months ago

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Slow Hands

(I think the full work didn't come up on some of your pages because I marked it mature, so here's the link for everyone who wants it! Remember this is NSFW!)

Pairing: Wolfstar

Rating: E

Length: 5k words

Summary:

Remus looks awkward, as if he knows Sirius has been avoiding him, and he wrings his hands as he whispers, “Bye, Pads…see you in a week?” The four of them have a plan to get together for the second week of break. “Right,” Sirius whispers, cursing his brain for choosing that time to bring up a particularly detailed dream he’d had a few nights ago that involved Remus making marks on his neck that felt so real he’d had to check himself in the mirror the next day. --- It's okay, Sirius. We've all had a Gay Panic moment before.

Again, this is an explicit work, read at your own discretion!

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g0lightly · 3 months ago

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tinfoil-encrusted brienne/sansa "foreshadowing" that makes me feral

so i love the blog @jonsaforeshadowing bc i think it's such a fun look at shipper goggles in this fandom regardless of your thoughts on that particular ship. while i do not ship j*nsa i think it's healthy to remember how absurd shipping in asoiaf is even if (especially if?) you are a shipper! largely bc like... what do we even think of as endgame in this series? being married? we know not everyone who marries in a feudal system even likes the person they're married to. also... pretty much anyone could die! and so many characters are thematically linked in significant ways that aren't necessarily romantic! so i think there's a ceiling on how sure anyone can be of any ship being endgame. especially since we may never get another main series book lmfao! so just want to be clear that i'm not coming at this from an angle of knowing better than people who prefer other ships, we are all equally right and wrong unless/until the series is completed IMO.

in that spirit i wanted to post my own niche shipper theories in wildly varying degrees of seriousness about brienne/sansa because i believe in gay ships' right to be as delusional as straight ships. mostly for fun but i'd being lying if i said i don't hope you read this and think "oh i never thought of them together but this eats! i should start shipping the one true pairing briensa and also read tumblr user g0lightly's post-canon fanfic mostly about them on AO3 🤔" while they’re my otp, I want to be clear that I only ship them as adults.

starting strong with the dumbest one: brienne's ancestor dunk has a romance with rohanne webber, a redheaded woman who has had several husbands/betrotheds die on her and eventually marries a lannister like sansa. i know ppl say this is about jaime bc rohanne is his great-grandmother but in the spirit of getting silly with "foreshadowing" jaime is now a sansa stand-in for the purposes of this post 🙂‍↕️

in AGOT sansa i, sansa says that joffrey is "so gallant, she thought. The way he had rescued her from Ser Ilyn and the Hound, why, it was almost like the songs, like the time Serwyn of the Mirror Shield saved the Princess Daeryssa from the giants..." as ned later points out, joffrey is nothing like the knights of the songs sansa dreams of. littlefinger's sigil is a giant. serwyn is one letter off from selwyn, brienne's father's name. perhaps brienne will help sansa get away from littlefinger.

mirroring (ha) the above point, in AFFC brienne vii, randyll tarly gives a whole speech to brienne about how he thinks her father would rather have a living daughter than a "shattered shield." while i think the shattered shield imagery in this text (also in F&B when jaehaerys has saera's lover executed and in ACOK sansa vi when cersei talks about highborn ladies' "golden shield" against SA) represents a "ruined" woman, i think the imagery is also evocative of a mirror shield.

in AGOT sansa vi, sansa reads about aemon the dragonknight, florian and jonquil, lady shella and her rainbow knight. sansa is related to lady shella whent and in ACOK brienne becomes a rainbow knight for renly's kingsguard. i can see brienne mirroring aemon the dragonknight in the sense that she and sansa would have a forbidden love like aemon and naerys but for different reasons.

in ACOK sansa ii, sansa prays for a true knight and a friend to champion her. of course, she gets dontos as her "florian" instead and learns that life is not a song. later in catelyn ii, catelyn meets brienne who later swears herself to bringing sansa to safety. catelyn notes her similarities to sansa. brienne is also connected to jonquil through her maidenpool chapters; does this mean sansa will end up with a jonquil rather than a florian? perhaps a jonquil darke type? idk but i want to believe!

also in ACOK, both brienne and sansa hang onto bloody kingsguard cloaks that were technicaly supposed to belong to barristan selmy. i have written about this in far greater detail here and here.

jaime is a sansa stand-in because they are both maiden-coded and called kingslayers (this is a deeply unserious point btw)

speaking of jaime, his attraction to brienne mirrors sansa's possible attraction to mya. both sansa and jaime are conventionally attractive characters used to being praised for conforming to their gender roles reckoning with the beauty of a gender-nonconforming woman when they have come to understand their own beauty through a conventional framework. i have also written about this in greater detail.

both sansa and brienne are paired up with a lannister twin who holds the gendered societal role they aspire to (queen and knight of the kingsguard, respectively). their respective lannister twins show them the dark reality of those roles while brienne and sansa fight to remain hopeful.

famous lesbian rhaena targaryen was too gay with larissa velaryon so larissa got shipped off to marry the second son of tarth. she also had a favorite from the vale named alayne royce. she also had a red-haired, mail-wearing favorite named melony piper - kind of like an inverse of brienne and sansa visually. her true love, elissa farman, was from fair isle which is kind of like the west coast version of tarth; they also had the same age difference as brienne and sansa. rhaena was the eldest sister, like sansa, and dealt with a lot of loss in her life due in no small part to the strength of her claim making her a sought-after bride. i am aware this proves nothing but i do seriously think rhaena is the in-universe historic figure sansa is most like. gay sansa confirmed!!!!!!!! (jk... unless...)

and finally, i present what is either my most tinfoil hat theory or my oh-shit-i-cracked-the-code theory: brienne is foreshadowed to be the next bearer of the hound's helm so when GRRM said there's "something there" with sansa and the hound, he was actually talking about brienne and sansa :) if you enjoy the idea of sansa finding love and beauty in a brave, gentle, strong protector figure with low self-esteem whose face is covered in scars but you also (very reasonably!) hate the idea of her ending up with a man who held her at knifepoint and tried to SA her when she was a child, may i suggest hound!brienne x sansa? again, on an age appropriate timeline!

and if you're curious what i mean by hound!brienne foreshadowing and shattered shield references, i've included my running list of quotes, an analysis of those quotes, and a conclusion below the cut bc this post is long! TW for canon-typical references to sexual violence.

i think the references to brienne being "the hound with teats" and later references to the hound cutting off women's teats may connect to pretty meris, a sellsword with the windblown who is theorized to represent what GRRM had planned for brienne after the five year skip. quentyn notes that it's said that men cut meris' breasts off. if this hardened sellsword is some version of GRRM's original five year gap plan for brienne, who's to say that she won't be the hound instead of a sellsword in the forthcoming books? but that's assuming we'll get more books lmao.

the threat of SA is uncomfortably present in brienne's AFFC chapters. whether or not brienne experiences the types of gendered violence mentioned above, i think that the hound's helm would provide brienne with safety from that threat of SA on the road. for male characters, on the other hand, it may just draw more attention from people who wish to kill the hound for (mostly) rorge's crimes. there is a lot of talk across the books and across POVs about the hound being dead. you get tyrion describing him as dead after the blackwater when we know that's not true, septon meribald (which kinda sounds like meris now that i think of it 🤔) tells brienne that he is dead, jaime talks a lot with the freys and lannisters about killing the hound. there's also a lot of talk about the hound killing other people, namely brienne and sansa.

since it's all but confirmed that sandor clegane is now the gravedigger on the quiet isle rather than the hound, i think that "death" in the context of the hound is about letting your old self die so that the new you may be born. brienne needs to let her rigid ideals about what it means to be a knight die and sansa needs to let her rigid ideals about what it means to be a lady die. i think that lady's death at least partly symbolizes the fact that sansa can be a perfect lady and still face dire consequences through no fault of her own. and for brienne, she will most likely learn through lady stoneheart that not all oaths can be kept.

some people take the below quote as romantic foreshadowing for sansa and sandor. i take it to mean that to sansa, sandor and his cloak represent the opportunity she had to escape the life of a dutiful lady in a castle. perhaps brienne will wear the hound's helm when she rescues sansa, and sansa will give her the hound's cloak -- brienne's very own kingsguard cloak -- to complete the "uniform" of the hound.

i also want to offer my debunk to the idea that sansa keeping sandor's cloak is marriage imagery. sandor does not give his cloak to sansa, he does not put it over her shoulders as is done in a wedding ceremony. he leaves it on the ground because he does not want to be a member of the kingsguard anymore. sansa chooses to wrap herself in the kingsguard cloak. to me, this signifies her growing disillusionment in the systems set up to keep her safe and the autonomy she has to leave that system. perhaps she will be brave enough to ask brienne to take her away from the eyrie (or wherever she ends up) when they meet (again, assuming we get more books lmao).

i think it's relevant that sandor's place in the kingsguard - and by extension, the cloak as a symbol - had originally belonged to barristan selmy. i did a thread on this in relation to true knighthood and brienne if you're interested in reading more. sansa has a heroic deed in common with barristan selmy that also involves the hound in ACOK: like barristan, she saved dontos hollard from execution by a cruel king that she was sworn to. sansa was sworn to joffrey as his betrothed and barristan was sworn to aerys as a member of his kingsguard. i'm not even anti-sandor, i just don't think that his redemption arc needs to or should include the girl he held at knifepoint falling in romantic love with him.

to conclude with my point about characters having deep ties within the text not necessarily equaling romantic foreshadowing, i want to acknowledge that i don't think brienne and sansa need to have a romantic relationship for these textual connections to be meaningful. one way another i think these two are meant to be important to one another's stories. however i think that putting these two together romantically would be a beautiful way to tie together some key themes (gender, true knighthood, romanticism, idealism) and set up some really interesting character development.

however the romantic in me loves the idea of the aemon the dragonknight figure in sansa's life being a woman, specifically brienne who has sworn to defend her without even knowing her. they're both women, so there's nothing for brienne to gain from sansa's claim and nothing for sansa to gain from brienne's claim. brienne is the gentle, brave, and strong person ned wanted for sansa and catelyn sent her in sansa's direction and i think that's beautiful okay :')

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