#i’m literally so angry for no reason right now and i know there’s nothing wrong with my brain im just not normal ig

[alaskan-wallflower]

hoy oh boy i love when my mom very loudly and very openly complains about how much of a brat she thinks i am in front of other people that we haven’t seen in over two years in a public setting where other people can hear and are looking over and probably thinking i’m some spoiled brat because she paints me in such a negative light to threes poeple

i love how she openly jokes about beating me for not socializing tonight (or tomorrow because i know i’m gonna have a drained social battery by the end of tomorrow) and she even goes as far as to say there are mandated reporters and she doesn’t care

i love how she claims i’m not social or independent enough after proceeding to throw me to the wolves for 10 hours on my own and i can’t text her for help or she’ll just say i should’ve known what i’m doing already

i love how she complains that i’m not physical with her but i am with my dad because im a “spoiled daddy’s girl” even though in reality i can’t mention anything to her without her shooting it down but my dad listens to me and takes the time to engage with me

i love it.

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Kinktober 03/10/2024 Daniel Ricciardo- Hate Sex

Plot: You and Daniel get into a massive argument when he comes home after a race in a pissy mood for the 3rd time in a row.

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, eating out, oral (f-receiving), arguments between reader and Daniel, hate sex etc 18+ Minors DNI

The first time, it was a DNF where he’d collided on track in a fight for 3rd place with Perez. He’d come home, ignored you and the meal you’d cooked for him, got changed and went straight back out. You guys didn’t talk until the next morning, where things were a little tense until he cracked a joke and all was forgiven.

After that race you came with him and it was one of his best races, he was so happy and cheerful celebrating with you and all his friends at a points finish and with the podium sitters of the day. It was very fun.

The second time, it was the team giving him wrong orders and ending up with a cooling issue on the car that set him all the way back in 18th place. This time he didn’t even bother coming home and went out with Lando and Max for a week before coming back and acting like everything was okay. Of course you were a little hurt, but decided against bringing it up to him as you guys were okay!

The third time and it was a rookie mistake on his part, he went into a corner car to quick and didn’t break quick enough meaning his car was in the wall and his race was over.

He come home instantly this time, getting into Max’s jet with him on the Sunday straight after the race and ending up home at a decent hour.

He came stomping in through the door, his suitcase hauled through and left in the entrance way as he started to walk straight past you. You step in his way managing to stop him now that he was in your line of vision.

“Mmmmm yeah no way, not happening” you say to him crossing your arms.

“Please get out of my way” he says looking over you with an unimpressed look as to why you were actively stoping him from getting to your guys room.

“No Daniel, I’m sick of this! Everytime you have a shit race for whatever reason you become … I dunno Elsa or some shit. I’m sick of you running out on me when you can’t man up and fucking talk to me about this and think it’s better to run away, making me feel like ass and then come back the next day and act like nothing is wrong. It’s exhausting and I’m not doing this again. So we’re talking right here right now” you say pointing to the floor with your hands that had helped you embellish your points as you were speaking.

“That’s what you think this all is?” He asks his head cocking to the side, frustration still evident on his face but with who or what you are none the wiser.

“Well it’s fucking clear it is. When I have a bad day at work, you’re quite literally the first and only person I want to interact with. I get being angry but I can’t keep going on like this if you keep having bad races!” You explain trying to remain calm.

“Are you saying I’m not going to improve? Maybe this is why I don’t come to you, because you could never ever understand something as complex as Formula One and how much pressure there is from the team and other drivers. You could never understand what I deal with every day” he shouts at you an angry look in his face.

“You know what, maybe I don’t. But I won’t because you never seem to talk to me anymore. It’s so frustrating Daniel because I’m trying to be there for you but you won’t let me!” You shouts back, tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

“Maybe I don’t want you too! Maybe I’m so sick of your constant nagging and preening seeing if I’m okay and shit and maybe just maybe I don’t want that” he says, his face like thunder. Your eyes are so wet that you actually cannot see the instant look of regret on his face as he says that.

To you that was like he’d basically just said he no longer loved you. Daniel was the centre of your world and it revolved around him, Daniel was your everything and for him not to appreciate all you do for him and reciprocate those feeling was hurtful.

“I hate you so much right now” you cry turning away and running up the stairs to your shared bedroom. Daniel follows storming after you, he pushes you against the wall, anger evident on his face.

“Don’t walk away from me, and don’t fucking say that” he says almost glaring at you.

“Well, I wouldn’t lie to you. You’ve exhausted me these last few weeks and I cannot do it anymore” you cry looking at him with a frown, your brows furrowing in disgust.

You both just stare at each other for a little until Daniel leans forward and kisses you roughly. You are shocked for a second trying to push him away but his arms encase you against the wall, leaving you nowhere to go.

You guys eventually go into an intense make out session. Daniels tongue exploiting every cavern of your mouth while all you can do is lean your head against the wall and let him.

As much as you were irritated with him right now, and hated how he was acting, you couldn’t deny that you’d missed his close contact and the intimacy.

“I still hate you” you say looking at him with a fierce look in his eyes, almost like a challenge to see just how far he would go. And without a word he lifts you up chucking you into the bed. He crawls up to you, spreading your legs open, pulling your shorts and panties down in one and he leans down to kiss and bite your inner thighs.

A hand comes across to cover your mouth, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how good he was making you feel just from light contact on your inner thighs.

The minute he started to lick strips up your slit you were done for, his large nose bumping your clit making you squirm and a breathy gasp leaving your lips.

“You still hate me gorgeous? Because you don’t sound like you do?” He smirks diving back in and eating you out like a 5 course meal in a 3 star Michelin restaurant.

“Danny” you cry and he just laughs into your creating more incredible vibrations.

“Still hate me? I dare you to say it” he asks and there was still a petty part of you that was so upset be annoyed with him that you couldn’t even understand your own emotions right now?

Was it hate?

“Yes I do” you answered, but Daniel could here the confusion in your voice.

“Maybe I just need to fuck the hate out of you huh?” He asks coming up from your clit, his fingers dipping in making your gasp and grab his wrist making eye contact as he come up to kiss you on the lips, making you able to taste yourself in his lips.

“How does that sound? Letting me take all my frustrations out on you” he says as he speeds up his fingers inside you. He takes them out, licking them clean before pulling his own jeans and boxers down letting his dick spring free.

“Or how about I take MY frustrations out on you” you say flipping his round and straddling him. Holding him down by his shoulders.

He just smirks up at you, hands going behind his head as he relaxes with your weight on top of him.

“Gone if then baby girl. Do your worst” he says and before he can say anymore your mounting him, slipping down onto him bouncing up and down. Your hands find their way to his hair as you grip his curls and his find their way to your exposed boobs, letting them fill his hands as he starts to tweak and play with your peaked nipples.

“Fuck Dan, why’d you have to ignore me” you all but moan as you speed up and Daniel starts to thrust up to meet your bounces.

“I didn’t wanna fucking hurt you, I knew I’d say something nasty to you coz I was hacked off” he gasps out as he grips your hips, helping you bounce.

“You’re so stupid” you cry, out looking at him as you clench round him and fall into him having no more energy. Daniels thrusts become sloppy and he eventually slows down, with one big thrust before emptying himself inside you.

“Still hate me?” He smiles as he pulls you into him for a hug, his breathing ragged as he looks down at you.

“Always” you smile, pulling him into a sweet kiss.

“Damn, we need to have more sex when your angry” he sighs, wiping the sweat away from his forehead.

“No way had my sexiness bested a high performance athlete” you laugh, looking over at him. And he can’t help but laugh too.

“Mmmmm of course you have” he answers.

“But next time, you talk to me okay? I swear I’m not doing this again Daniel” you say seriously and he rolls his eyes with a small pout.

“But your so hot and sexy when you hate me” he pouts making you shake your head laughing before lightly slapping his shoulder.

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Everything happens for a reason part 4

Summary: Both of your national teammates find out your little secret, you both get a little scare and Alexia has some making up to do!

Warnings:⚠️ pregnancy?, mentions of miscarriage (doesn’t actually happen), angst

Masterlist (contains other parts)

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You’d hung up the phone almost immediately after dropping the news onto Alexia in a fit of rage. She’d accused you of cheating for fucks sake who wouldn’t be angry. Your phone constantly lit up with notifications beside you, tears that had halted temporarily began flowing again. You were spiralling yet again, your breathing picked up but this time you managed to calm yourself down before you panicked, focusing on the baby and grounding yourself.

For once, you were quite thankful to have your own room in the hotel, it provided you the peace you needed right now. Flipping your phone over, you were met with several messages from your wife.

“Lo siento bebita, please talk to me”

“I’m an idiot I’m so sorry let me know you’re ok”

“I didn’t know amor answer me por favor”

Tear tracks stained your cheeks as you wandered out of your room, needing to clear your head. Now that your wife knew about the pregnancy, you were much less concerned with subtly (that much was clear in the way you wandered out of your room looking worse for wear). You trudged along and reached the elevator, pushing the button to take you to the hotel’s communal area.

Upon reaching it, you were met with the presence of several of your national team mates, strewn around in various places. Georgia and Leah were currently in an intense game of FIFA, Lucy and Millie were laughing at something on Lucy’s phone. Alessia was sat next to Ella and Mary on the large sofa.

As you took it all in, you met Alessia’s eyes and saw the look of pity they contained.

“ah look what the cat dragged in” jeered Mary loudly, catching the attention of your other teammates. “Wait are you alright lovey?” She asked worry clear in her tone.

“Yes sorry” you laughed wiping your eyes “just a little personal trouble” you offered

“hmm you’ve had an awful lot of that lately y/n are you sure you’re ok?” questioned Leah, trying to maintain a stern, captainly tone but failing miserable as her concern shined through the facade.

“Yes it’s just something to do with my relationship that’s all” you replied. It wasn’t a lie, especially not after the heated conversation you’d had with your wife who was still blowing up your phone with apologies and phone calls.

“Oh shit y/n I’m sorry I didn’t mean to be pushy” grimaced Leah

“It’s alright you’re captain it’s your job, plus it’s nice that you care” you answered

“Of course I care y/n we all do, you’ve been so down lately and we’ve not known what it was” she replied, a small smile gracing her lips.

“Yeah you literally turned down my secret chocolates the other day” bellowed Georgia

“What secret chocolates?” Asked Leah with a raised eyebrow

“Erm nothing” cowered Georgia

“Sorry guys I didn’t mean to make you worried it’s just…” you trailed off pondering to yourself. Telling them would run the risk of it getting out somehow, not that you didn’t trust your teammates but it was more that staff would over here and spread it to the wrong person. Although, if you swore them to secrecy what’s the worst that could happen? Rumours regularly circulated about you, specifically yours and Alexia’s relationship. Not long ago someone had started a crazy rumour that the two of you had gotten a divorce and that you were moving to Arsenal.

“Earth to y/n” said Leah as she waved a hand in your face.

“Sorry my mind wandered” you apologised

“It’s alright, what were you saying?” Leah asked, a curious expression on her face.

“I’m pregnant!” you blurted without a second thought.

“WHAT?!” Shouted Leah

“You’re pregnant???” added Lucy

“How does that even work?” Asked Ella with a puzzled look

“Yeah I’m pregnant it’s Alexia’s obviously and it’s ivf Ella that’s how that works” you stated bluntly.

“La Reina knocked you up chica” laughed Lucy, earning her a smack on the head from Leah.

“Congratulations y/n! Aren’t you happy?” Asked your captain

“Yes but it’s just causing a bit of an argument at the moment” you replied staring at the phone in your hand, thinking of your earlier phone call.

“Oh I’m sorry darling, but hey it’s something to celebrate with some good food!” Leah announced, signalling to the team that dinner was ready in the dining area.

——

You sat down at the long table amongst your teammates and staff members, Lucy having piled pasta onto your plate after seeing you put a small roll of plain bread and butter.

“You’re eating for two now chica, have to protect putellas’ precious cargo now don’t we” claimed Lucy which earned her a large sigh from you.

You were next to Keira and Leah at the table with Lucy and Mary sat opposite you. Bile had settled in your upper stomach and was threatening to enter your mouth if you attempted to eat anything more. Morning sickness had somehow become ‘every hour of the day sickness’. This realisation had you pushing the pasta around your plate aimlessly with a fork.

“you alright? you’ve barely touched your food” questioned Keira from beside you, alerting the attention of Leah.

“Yeah just feel a bit sick that’s all, the baby won’t let me keep anything down” you said with a half smile

“Try this” said Leah, offering you some plain pasta as a pose to your tomato covered portion. You accepted gratefully as she halved her portion and scraped it onto your plate.

Your stomach already settled at the lack of smell that the pasta possessed. Taking a bite you were nervous, eyes already scanning for the nearest bin.

“Better?” questioned the blonde

“Much better actually, thanks Leah” you smiled, your stomach having settled.

“You sure that the baby is Alexia’s and not Leah’s” joked Mary with a laugh

“Oh God don’t even joke about that I’m surprised Alexia didn’t accuse me of somehow getting pregnant by Alessia” you snarked back.

“So that’s why she was being all weird when she phoned me” chimed Lucy

“Oh no what did she say to you?” You sighed

“She just sounded pissed and was asking after you and then I told her about our conversation earlier and how you were being weird. Then I just mentioned Alessia coming to speak to you so she swore about it and practically hung up instantly” finished Lucy

“Yeah she’s a tad dramatic” you laughed awkwardly.

“She just loves you a lot” added Keira “but I don’t disagree, she’s pretty intense” chuckled the midfielder.

——

You hadn’t spoken to Alexia since the other day, something she hadn’t taken very well. She’d opted to call Lucy and Keira multiple times when she realised you weren’t going to pick up or answer her texts. She’d also not so subtly taken to stalking the lionesses socials, fans picking up on her recent following of them on TikTok, an app she almost never used.

She had tried to leave camp to watch you play Denmark, begging the coaches after Spain’s 5-0 win over Zambia. Unsurprisingly she was met with a hard no and a scolding that saw her spending rest day in the gym with her trainer.

Luckily, training finished just before the second half, meaning Alexia could catch it on the Tv. She practically raced to the showers, before getting ready at record speed and heading team room to the large tv to put on the game. She made it there just for the second half, checking her phone and realising that you were winning 1-0 and had played the whole match so far.

She watched intently, thankful that most of the play was in Denmark’s half and anything you had to do was little more than basic passes at the back.

It was around the 60th minute when the rest of the team joined her, Athenea and Ona moaning at her for hogging the big screen.

“Alexiaaa please can’t you watch this on your iPad?” Begged Athenea

“No” said Alexia sternly

“She’s just watching out potential future opponents” offered Irene weakly

“Nah Ale just wants to watch her girl play” insisted Aitana with a giggle

Alexia’s eyes were fixed on the screen as she stared at you anytime you were on screen. Irene and Jenni were in the corner watching her, discussing whether or not they should be worried.

“She does this often though she’s always studying games she’s obsessed” claimed Jenni

“True but she’s not even watching the game she’s just watching Y/n” replied Irene

“True maybe she’s just super in love it’s kind of cute”

“She looks stressed Jenni, like she’s going to throw up anytime y/n gets the ball I don’t understand”

Alexia’s breath hitched as Pernille harder made a break straight down the middle, heading in your direction. You ran to meet her and time seemed to slow for Alexia as she watched you extend yourself to slide tackle Pernille, the ball ending up back in possession of your team, Pernille landing in a crumpled heap on top of you.

Whilst watching this happen, Alexia let out some sort of unprecedented squeak which gained the attention of her teammates as they shifted themselves to watch the screen. You didn’t get up immediately, Jenni and Irene watching as Alexia drew blood on her hands from digging her nails so hard into her palms.

“Ay dios mio why isn’t she getting up?” Questioned Aitana which caused Alexia to somehow dig her nails even further, the vein in her forehead looked ready to burst from the stress.

They all watched intently, breathing a sigh of relief when Pernille got up and extended a hand to you as you slowly got to your feet. Your shirt had ridden up in the process, Alexia could’ve sworn she could see the early formation of a bump on your lower stomach, something that would be completely unnoticeable unless you were looking for one.

“Alexia are you ok?” asked Misa from her position next to her on the sofa.

Without realising it, Alexia had allowed some tears to roll down her cheek in relief that you and her child were likely fine.

“No I’m not” she replied much to the surprise of everyone. Normally the captain refrained from showing any sort of emotion, especially over something as simple as a risky tackle that her wife made almost every day.

“Alexia what’s going on you don’t normally react like this is everything ok with you? With y/n?” Asked Jenni

“No she’s pregnant and stubborn” stated Alexia as though that were the most mundane statement in the world.

“SORRY WHAT?!” shouted Jenni as the rest of the team jeered in surprise as well.

“Yeah she won’t talk to me either she’s mad at me” said Alexia

“Well I’d be pretty mad if you knocked me up when i was the World Cup squad for my country” stated Jenni sarcastically, earning giggles from the younger girls

“Why’s she mad at you Alexia?” Asked Irene in her mothering tone

“I accused her of cheating, shouted at her and then she said she was pregnant and I told her she shouldn’t play but she’s stubborn”

“Well I can see why she’s mad at you” added Aitana

“I’ve tried talking to her since but she just ignores me, Lucy and Keira said she’s doing fine but she’s refusing to tell their manager too. It’s like she’s pretending it’s not even real”

“She’s stressed Alexia, maybe start asking the right questions and not being angry at her, see it from her perspective” suggested Irene

“She won’t talk to me though”

“I’m going to phone Mary and ask her to put Y/n on the phone for you when the match is over” said Ona

“Ok Gracias Ona” replied alexia

——

The final whistle had gone just over 20 minutes ago, England winning, so Ona took to dialling the her ex-teammate.

“Hi Mary, can you go get y/n please. It’s for Alexia not me” scoffed Ona. “Yes I know she’s mad at her, Alexia is trying to make it better, yes she’s told me the news”

Ona could hear muttering and rustling in the background which resulted in her being met with your voice. She handed her phone to Alexia whose skin had paled significantly. Irene and Jenni took to ushering the team out of the room to give Alexia some privacy.

“Hello?” You called into the phone

“Hola bebita please don’t hang up give me a chance” pleaded Alexia

“Fine what is it Alexia”

“I’m so sorry amor for everything, for how I reacted and for jumping to stupid conclusions about Alessia. I just got jealous of how she made you so happy and I was miserable without you”

“I would never cheat on you Alexia I love you, only you!” You insisted

“I know that bebita I’m just stupid and immature and I’m sorry that I haven’t supported you properly about the pregnancy and that you felt you couldn’t tell me immediately because of what I’d say about playing”

“You would’ve forced me not to play Ale. I need to play because if I’m having the baby I’ll be out for a bit and I might not be as good when I come back so I might not make it to another whilst I’m at a good age”

“Is that what you’re worried about? You’re an amazing player y/n and you’re only 25 you’ve got so much time left”

“What I’m not good enough then Ale”

She couldn’t help but smile at the nickname, a symbol that you had began to forgive her.

“You will be I promise you will be and if not I’ll bribe fifa and you can play for Spain with me”

“Ale I’m being serious”

“So am I Bebé I have a lot of spare cash”

You laughed down the phone at the idiocy of your wife.

“I’m sorry too Alexia, I should’ve given you a chance to explain, the hormones are making me crazy at the moment”

“It’s ok amor I was stupid and I’m so sorry for that I just love you and pequeña and want to keep you safe. I watched your match and I think I had a heart attack when I saw you go down for the challenge”

“It scared me too, maybe I’m dramatic but I went to the toilet afterwards to check my underwear for any bleeding”

Alexia drew a breath at your words, fighting the urge to shout at you for being irresponsible and playing whilst pregnant. However, she withdrew and decided to offer comfort instead.

“I’m sorry y/n/n that must have been scary. I know I don’t like the fact that you’re going to play until the end but I understand why you want to and I know you’ll play without my blessing anyways but please just ask for a substitution next time you feel even a little bit scared”

“Of course I will mi amor I know you’re just protective of me and bebé and I love you for it but we’ll be ok. I promise after the World Cup finishes, I won’t play matches I’ll just train and we can tell Jona to shorten my exercise plan” you insisted

“Okay that sound good to me, I love you so much y/n and mi princesa”

“It could be a boy Ale” you laughed

“It could be but I have a feeling, call it ‘instinto maternal’”

“Ok bebita if you say so, te amo mucho”

“te quiero más, both of you” she replied

You hung up the phone with a smile, feeling instant relief wash over you as you’d made up with the mother of your child.

Placing a hand on your mostly flat stomach you whispered “I love you baby and so does Mama even if she’s a little bit overprotective sometimes”

Thank you for reading, Part 5 coming soon please leave any feedback in the comments or anything in the asks box! ❤️

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Older

Inspired by Older by Isabel LaRosa

Cm Punk X fem reader Word Count: 1300

Summary: Cm Punk was always jealous of the relationship between Y/n and Wardlow, he never understood their relationship. Sure he and Y/n had an 18-year age gap but he knew he would treat her so much better. When Wardlow cheats Punk knows now is his only chance to get with Y/n. “I can be your new Daddy” 

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Die For You (Pt 2) Obsessed (Part 3)

I knew it was wrong, everything about this was wrong. Y/n was young, way younger than I, 18 years to be exact but I couldn't help the feelings I had for her. I was jealous of the guys that spoke to her, they were head over heels in love with her and I couldn't blame them, she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid my eyes on. She was delicate like a flower, yet wrapped in barbed wire. She had a sensitive soul yet she hid it from the world, building walls around her years ago. I watched as the blond girl ran past me with tears in her eyes and I knew something was wrong. I walked to catering and noticed Wardlow trying to run after her. 

“What the fuck did you do?” I yelled walking up to the large man, stopping him in his tracks 

“It’s none of your damn business Punk” He spat, shoving me out of the way. Without realizing it I went to swing at the man when I felt someone grab me from behind. 

“Woah there big guy, he’s not worth it” I turned to find Cash and Dax, both having concerned looks on their faces. 

“What’s going on?” I asked the two men in front of me

“He cheated on her” Dax replied 

“What a jerk!-” I yelled

“Okay man, I love you but you are causing a scene” Cash interrupted me “Let’s talk somewhere else” I looked to see everyone looking at the three of us like we were madmen. 

We walked down a few halls to the private locker rooms and passed Wardlow pounding on Y/n’s door. “Y/n, I’m sorry, okay. Open the door” I gave him a nasty look before heading into my locker room. 

“Okay, what really happened?” I asked Cash and Dax, closing the door behind us

“Do you remember how she was upset after he had that fit at Revolution?” Cash said 

“No-” 

“Oh that’s right you weren't there” I gave him a nasty look. “My bad, so anyways he lost the TNT title, blew a fit and left right before Y/n won the title”

“What an asshole” I muttered under my breath

“So apparently when he left, he got with some groupie. Fucked up right, worst part is after she finally forgave him and everything because he was literally begging on his hands and knees for her to take him back he kept sleeping with randos in each town we went to” 

I said nothing, I just sat in shock, trying to comprehend what I just heard. I never understood the relationship between the two of them, she was too good to be with someone like him. Their relationship always seemed weird, like something was always off, but I could never place it. I was lost in my thoughts when I was interrupted by a loud knock on the door. 

Cash and Dax exchanged a confused look before opening the door, revealing a quite angry Wardlow. “What the fuck do you want?!” I asked the man who now stood in front of me. 

Sure the four of us were friends but for some reason I never quite liked Wardlow. I was always civil with him but maybe it was my jealousy that made me secretly despise him. 

“Can you get her to open up?” He asked, referring to Y/n who had understandably locked herself in her private locker room. “Why should we help you?” Cash asked, “Your just going to cheat on her again” I spat “You have no idea what you are talking about Punk” Wardlow spat back “This is none of your business” “Well it sure seems like my business if you are out here asking for our help” “Tell us why we should help you?” Cash asked, not buying a thing coming out of wardlows mouth. “She’s mentally unstable, she is literally crazy. I’m scared she is going hurt herself in there” I could tell his words were sincere, however, I did not buy the fact that Y/n was mentally insatiable. Sure her whole gimmick was being a hardcore Barbie but I knew deep down she wasn’t really crazy, or was she? 

We agreed not to help Wardlow but to help get inside Y/n’s locker room. “You two stay with him, I will check on her,” I told Cash and Dax, not trusting Wardlow within a square inch of Y/n. 

I carefully knocked on Y/n’s door, waiting for a response. “Go Away!” She yelled through the door “It’s just me” “What do you want Punk? I’m not talking to him” “This has nothing to do with Wardlow, I just wanted to see if you are alright. I saw what happened.” Y/n opened the door and let me inside. “So everyone saw,” she said as the tears began to reform in her eyes. “Don’t worry about them” I told her sincerely, joining her on the small couch which sat in the middle of the locker room. “So what happened love?” “I don’t wanna talk about it” I know I shouldn’t be asking such an invasive question but I just had to know “What do you see in him?” “What?” “Wardlow? What do you see in him? He is a big idiot with big muscles and probably a big dick” Y/n laughed at my comments, which made me happy to see her smile. “So you’re only interested in his dick?” I asked playfully “No” “Then what is it?!” “I dunno, he made me feel safe. I know that sounds stupid but it’s true. He’s huge, he kept all the creeps away, and the sex was a nice bonus” I mean it made sense. When they were first an item I noticed how protective he was of her, I wonder what happened. “I could take better care of you. I know I’m not as tall as him or as muscular but the difference between the two of us is that Wardlow is a boy and I am a man. I bet I could make you feel just as good as he did. I would do anything and everything for you.” Y/n said nothing, I knew she was shocked at my words. I knew I was better for her, I would spoil her with expensive gifts, and praise her every day. I knew she was into older guys, she and Wardlow had an eight-year age gap, the only thing the two of us would have was eighteen years. 

“I mean it,” I told Y/n softly as I carefully lifted her chin so she could look at me. “I will give you the world. You will never have to worry about a single thing. I know you Y/n, you act all tough, you live for violence, love the taste of copper on your tongue. Fuck, I’ve seen your matches the title of ‘The Queen of Hardcore’ serves you well but I know that’s an act to hide who you really are. All you want is to be cared for. You like being with older men, the way they protect you, the way they love you better, the way they spoil you. You kill yourself in that ring to have someone like me put you back together, hold you close when you cry, love you to death. Tell me when I’m telling lies” I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was right 

“Forget about Wardlow, I can be your new daddy” 

[xxnomadsxx]

So how would the tribes and their leaders react to the grey trolls?

Pacifically Delta Dawn,Queen Essence and King Quincy and Queen Barb.

I read from one of your posts that the grey country trolls were grey because they liked other music genres and were considered criminals resulting them getting kicked out of their home and if I'm not mistaken a few were kids?

How would they react to seeing Delta Dawn since she is mostly likely the one who made the decision.

The (some) funk trolls were researchers that were left behind so how will they feel when they meet Queen Essence and King Quincy,and how will those two react knowing how they became grey.

And how will Queen Barb react to the reasons the rock trolls left and became grey especially since one of them was deaf.

Pop: The Pop trolls try to welcome back the grey trolls with open arms. (They are so happy by the discovery of them Because friendship) Who for some reason aren’t to excited to come back? I wonder why.. (The grey trolls are way to scared of what the pop tribe is like they basically took a break from being “happy”like the others and now see how messed up everything is) The Pop tribe is determined to bring there colors back no matter what (I’m talking loud obnoxious parties, activity after activity, loooooonnnngg hugs that last for days, being braided to another troll who is supposed to be your fun buddy) but after a long time (and tons of reflection) they realize how messed up it all seemed. So they took it slow and let them just get accustomed to everything, a party or two a week and not a lot of loud noises (plus no more tying people together) gradually overtime the grey pop trolls are able to be in the village and not feel overwhelmed (a looooot of insecurity about being grey though)

Techno: Trollex welcomes all the Techno trolls who were lost, left or born in the grey tribe. (He was initially shocked but quickly relieved to find the missing trolls who have been gone for years!! Plus the new editions) He tries to help them as much as he can, ie fixing torn flippers, setting up a new foster system for future trollings, making sure to know who is here or missing every week, overall just trying to help with what he can to make them more comfortable (He didn’t do much wrong with the grey Techno trolls as some of the other tribes besides a few getting separated from the group by currents and no one noticing) but he tries to right whatever wrong there is…..and throw a few raves in their honor he is still a troll he will party. The grey Techno trolls greatly appreciate it and get along well with the other Techno trolls.

Funk: The absolute guilt the royal family has is insane!!! Not only did they leave behind a group of researchers, but they are the ones who asked for them TO BE THERE!!(they did go back and look for them but found nothing) they try to make amends and do whatever to help the trolls, the fact the trolls were grey because of them almost put them in an early grave. They start figuring out ways so that this situation would never happen again (I feel like trackers would be their best option) the grey Funk researchers are a little angry at the royal fam (I mean they left them so it’s a valid response) but they do forgive them on account of why they left (I’m going to say bird attack that forced them to get out of there quickly) and the fact they went back for them🥹 (the fam still does whatever to help like, making therapy a way bigger thing on the ship for others ) they also help the other grey funk trolls get accustomed to the ship and being around more trolls.

Classical: Trollzart would immediately put into action more ways for Symphony Ville to be more accessible for trolls who can’t fly, while also putting in ways for the classical trolls to get around more (I imagine they use walking cane or some form of wheelchairs to get around because like they have the bodies of literal BABIES?!?! Can they even walk on their own?!?) As for the other grey trolls they try to get accustomed to them, maybe put on performances where they show their sorrow and anguish, but also try their best to help them however they can.

Country: Oh boy… Delta is absolutely mortified by her actions. Not only did she kick out a couple of trolls from the flats (sooo much guilt) but they had kids while they were out there, kids who had to survive in the forest for years !!!( I hc that she absolutely loves kids!!) she tried her best to make what she did right (she’s been feeling guilty about it for years) the banished country trolls themselves hold a lot of resentment towards her. I mean who wouldn’t for what she did to them, but after months of holding the grudge and resentment and many many constant apologies and acts of kindness they eventually forgive Delta (there is still awkward tension between the three but they try to put it aside) Delta does absolutely whatever to fawn and show the kids love and kindness since she feels guilty about her being the reason they were grey to begin with. She also helps the other grey country trolls who either went too far away from the flats or got dragged away by predators and got lost cause of it. She tries her best to make amends for all the country trolls and their young. Now she tries to keep track of her people more and has grown a tolerance to all music. The grey trolls greatly appreciate all she does for them and their kids now. (I know I made Delta look like a bad person but this was in the past and to be fair she did lock up Poppy and Branch when she first met them sooooo… I do really love Delta though)

Rock: Barb was angered by the fact some of her people were in the forest surviving for years and grey!??!!! (She seems to be really insecure about being a leader this issue does not help her) she places a lot of guilt on herself because of this and does WHATEVER it takes to make things right!! So she implements a lot of mental health things (more therapy, rage rooms concerts about mental health) anything to bring awareness and to help. For the one deaf rock troll they go immediately to the funk trolls and soon enough hearing aids were made for the little rocker (by the way the deaf troll is like 8, i thought it would make it more angsty that a child left because they felt out of place.. and I was right!!! it makes it sooo much worse) Barb and the rock trolls basically bend over backwards to help their fellow rockers. The grey rockers greatly appreciate what has been done for them and how they got used to their survivalist antics.

[foxcantswim]

Hearts of a Feather - Robin x Firefly // Honkai: Star Rail

(gif by me)

The Stellaron Hunters try to make Firefly confess her feelings to Robin. Firefly is worried about what Robin will think of Sam. Perhaps she should take her to the Secret Base and confess to her there...?

Tags: Fluff, Angst, First Kiss, Confessions, Kafka and Stelle are literal menaces, Silver Wolf lowkey hacks Robin's nudes, Blade is edgy, Robin lowkey thinks Sam is hot, Stelle&Kafka&Firefly share a bath-what could go wrong?

-x H.O.A.F x-

“Stop it…” Firefly mumbled, her face planted onto the desk in front of her.

Kafka chuckled as she stroked her hand through the younger girl’s hair.

Silver Wolf had found out a secret about Firefly. A secret that she had been keeping for a few months now… She had fallen head over heels for the one and only Robin. Arguably the most popular singer across the stars. And of course, Silver Wolf had spilled the news to Kafka and Blade whilst simply laughing at Firefly’s pain.

“Now, now my little bug…” Kafka pat her head for a final time before retracting her hand, “There is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Silver Wolf whistled from the corner of the room, “It is kinda embarrassing.”

Kafka quickly glared towards her before returning her attention back on Firefly.

“C-Can we just forget about it?! Please?” she lifted her head up off of the desk she had been hunched over.

Silver Wolf decided to hack into Firefly’s phone out of boredom, and she had caught the girl saving a bunch of photos of Robin from the net. She also decided to check a few messages between the two, all it involved was awkward flirting from Firefly… And a few ‘interesting’ photos sent by Robin.

“Come on, dear. There’s no need to push these feelings away,” Kafka tried to reason with her.

Firefly groaned as she stood up, making her way towards the door. She would’ve been able to leave, but of course she had to be stopped by a certain tall man stepping in front of her path, blocking off her exit.

“Firefly,” Blade’s voice was stern, his arms were folded and a glare was on his face.

“Please-”

Firefly was immediately cut off by Blade, “I am sick of these petty feelings getting in the way of things. You will discuss them now.”

Kafka cleared her throat as she stepped closer, “Not the exact phrasing I would’ve chosen... but Bladie’s right, my little bug.”

Silver Wolf groaned, causing the three to look over to her. She raised her phone in the air, “You know I can just hack into your phone and tell her for you, ya know?”

Firefly’s eyes widened, “P-Please don’t!”

Kafka tutted, “You will do no such thing, Wolf. It is unfair to our dear bug.”

Silver Wolf rolled her eyes before turning away, proceeding to go back to playing her games, “You guys are boring. The puny bug flirts with her everyday and the almighty popstar of Penacony sends her photos that would be considered borderline inappropriate. You guys need to get your shit together.”

“Don’t mind her, bug,” Kafka shook her head, ignoring Silver Wolf’s moans. She looked down at the scared girl, “She won’t do anything. Not whilst I’m here.”

Firefly breathed a sigh of relief, “O-Okay…”

Blade shook his head, “She has a point, though. What’s with these… suspicious photos she sends you?”

Firefly’s cheeks reddened immediately, her heart pounded in her chest, “W-What? She just sends me photos showing off new clothes she’s bought! S-She just wants my opinion!”

Silver Wolf cracked a smile and laughed, “What? She wants your opinion on new underwear sets?”

“S-Shut up!” the girl exclaimed, a fire in her eyes as she started to get angry by all these assumptions and accusations.

“Oooh, the little bug’s got claws,” the hacker grinned, taunting her.

“Silver Wolf…” Kafka warned, “Let me just remind you that our little firebug here could transform into Sam and wipe us all out with the snap of her fingers. It would be wise not to torment her any further.”

“Exactly. So I’m leaving,” Firefly said, trying to push past Blade. But of course, he wasn’t moving anywhere. His arms still folded, his glare still on her.

“You wouldn’t dare to do such a thing regardless,” Blade stated firmly, “You will resolve this matter, and you will resolve it now.”

His hands moved to grab the girl, but before he could touch her a bright light filled the room causing everyone to squint and avert their eyes.

“Move. Before I make you.”

A robotic voice hit their ears, they all looked back towards Firefly… Well… Sam.

Blade cocked his head, “Cut the dramatics,” he scoffed.

Silver Wolf couldn’t help but bark out a laugh, “Imagine if Robin knew about your Sam form. She’d never feel the same way for you.”

That hit a nerve. Sam turned around and stomped over towards the hacker. Silver Wolf simply rolled her eyes at the girl’s attempts to scare her.

“Little bug…” Kafka’s voice was soft behind her, “Lets all just calm down a little.”

Firefly’s heart ached. Her mind was overwhelmed by everything happening, she felt as if her whole body would combust into flames if she had to go through anymore of this stress. She couldn’t ignore that pain that soared in her heart either… Silver Wolf’s words ran through her mind over and over. What would Robin think of this form? Surely she’d be afraid and disgusted? Surely she’d never want to talk to her again? Surely-

“I know what you’re thinking, Firefly,” Kafka’s voice broke her away from her thoughts, the way her name so softly had the girl’s eyes welling up, “You know Silver Wolf is just trying to get a reaction from you. Miss Robin would understand all of this once you tell her.”

Tears trickled down Firefly’s face, cascading into the metallic suit of armour.

She sighed before closing her eyes, a bright light once again engulfed the room.

A soft hand was placed on her shoulder, she turned to look into Kafka’s eyes.

“There’s my little bug,” her smile was genuine as she raised a hand to wipe a stray tear away from the young girl’s face.

Eventually, Kafka, Blade and Firefly had all sat down at a nearby table despite the latter’s reluctance.

“Right. Lets all just take a step back and calm down,” Kafka decided to control the situation.

Firefly wrapped her arms around herself and shrunk into her seat, her head was still swimming with multiple thoughts, “Can we just not talk about this?” she muttered.

“Come on, little bug. I find it cute that you have this little… crush,” Kafka smirked at her from across the table, her fingers mindlessly tapping on it.

“I find it distracting. We don’t need distractions. Elio’s script doesn’t-”

Kafka hit Blade on the back of the head, “Now, Bladie… It’s not often we have a little fun here. Let our dear little bug live a little.” Blade huffed in response, turning his head and folding his arms.

“Please… I-I don’t want to talk about this, Kafka,” Firefly whispered.

“Why not? I simply want to help my friend and my best teammate achieve her goals.”

Firefly could feel the glare from Silver Wolf from across the room.

Finally, a sigh escaped Firefly, “It’s just… I don’t know what I feel, really. Miss Robin is…” she paused.

“She’s what, hmm?” Kafka smiled, leaning in across the table as she rested her chin on her clasped hands.

A small smile crossed her lips as she continued, her hands moved to her lap, “She’s really pretty. And really nice. I don’t know… We’ve spent a lot of time together recently and I just feel… happy when I’m around her.”

“You must feel extremely happy when she sends those pictures,” Silver Wolf muttered under her breath.

“Silver Wolf,” Kafka scolded, sending a cold glare towards her. She looked back at Firefly, “But, yes. She sends these erm… photos to you, and you think it’s just her being friendly?”

Shrugging, Firefly added, “I guess so? She doesn’t really have a lot of other friends, so I guess she just asks me for advice on things-”

“Oh, please!” Silver Wolf jumped up from where she was sitting and skipped over, “No normal person sends photos like that to their friend. It’s not just the fact that she’s wearing little to nothing, it’s also the poses. Oh, believe me. I’ve seen every single picture she’s sent to you. Those images won’t be leaving my brain anytime soon.”

“W-Well it’s your fault for hacking my phone!”

“Now, ladies,” Kafka raised a gloved hand, “No bickering at the table,” she then reached into her pocket and grabbed her phone, quickly scrolling through her contacts.

Firefly watched her intently.

A few taps and scrolls later, Kafka pockets the phone and stands up. She offers a hand to Firefly, the latter takes it cautiously, “Come now, my dear. Bladie and Wolfie are clearly too busy to help you with this. I’ve contacted someone who is of much better use to us.”

“H-Huh?!”

-x H.O.A.F x-

“Soooo… You like Robin, huh?”

Firefly couldn’t quite believe this.

“Y-You told Stelle?!” she exclaimed, covering her face in embarrassment.

Kafka had dragged Firefly back down to Penacony, they had met up with Stelle in the Reverie hotel’s bar.

Stelle giggled, “Don’t worry, Firefly. Kafka told me you needed some help coming to terms with these feelings. Now, I don’t know why she thought I would be the best candidate to help but-”

“Oh please, darling. Little miss lady killer over here,” Kafka teased, leaning into her side slightly.

“I-I don’t need any help!” Firefly raised her voice.

Stelle smiled softly at her, “It’s okay, Firefly. I won’t force you to do what you don’t want to. I just want to see you happy with Robin.”

She shook her head, “S-She doesn’t like me like that!”

Kafka sighed, “And how do you know that, dear?” her hand reached out to squeeze the young girl’s shoulder in comfort.

Firefly bit her lip, looking down, “I…”

Stelle hummed, “You’ll feel better if you tell her.”

“I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“They always say that,” Stelle laughed in response, “Trust me, Firefly. Coming from personal experience, it’s better to just tell her. Your relationship won’t be ruined if she miraculously doesn’t reciprocate. But from the photos I’ve seen…”

“Y-You saw them!?”

Kafka quickly spoke, “I showed her the pictures. They were key evidence. Silver Wolf sent them to me earlier.”

Blood rushed into Firefly’s cheeks in an instant. The thoughts of Robin in various different outfits set her skin on fire. Sometimes she’d be wearing her trademark dress, but she’d be exposing a bit too much thigh to be considered innocent. Or she’d be showing off some new underwear she had purchased… But only because she wanted Firefly’s opinion, of course! Still… Those images were forever burned into the girl’s head.

Kafka smiled, upon realising that Firefly was indeed thinking about the suggestive photos, “Listen, little bug. Believe me when I say if Robin only saw you as a friend she wouldn’t be sending you these images.”

Stelle nodded in agreement, “Kafka’s right. If she was sending me those photos, you know I’d be over there confessing to her right this second.”

That earned her a smack to the back of the head from Kafka.

Firefly giggled at the interaction, her smile soon turned sad, “I don’t know… She’s this big popstar and I’m just… a freak with a mecha. She’d probably be afraid of it and-”

Firefly was promptly cut off by Stelle getting up off the bar stool, the taller girl enveloped her in a tight hug, immediately catching her off guard.

“Don’t ever talk about yourself like that, Firefly. She’d be lucky to have you. And take it from me, Robin is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, don’t worry your head too much about it.”

Firefly gulped harshly upon hearing those words, her heart hammered hard in her chest. She’d be lying if she said she never had a crush on the Trailblazer in the past, those words would’ve made her swoon back then.

“I-If she felt something towards me, why wouldn’t she tell me?”

“Dear, she is telling you. Through the use of those images,” Kafka explained.

Stelle pulled away from the girl upon hearing the girl’s phone ding in her pocket. She immediately took it out of her pocket and clicked on her messages. Kafka and Stelle watched and waited. She bit her lip as she clicked on Robin’s contact. A new picture had been sent.

Firefly’s breath hitched as her cheeks reddened yet again.

“Ooooh…” Kafka couldn’t help but grab the phone and take a quick glance at the screen, she made sure to show it off to Stelle, “My, my… Isn’t our dear little Miss Robin daring.”

This new photo was of Robin in her dress, but the area covering her chest was lowered a lot more than usual. The camera was at high angle. A shy look was on the singer’s face as she bit her lip, making direct eye contact towards the camera.

“H-Hey!” Firefly quickly took the phone and pocketed it, she stood up from her seat.

“Damn…” Stelle muttered, “Yeah, I might have to go a confess my feelings for Miss Robin.”

“Stelle!” Kafka glared, her hand raised in warning. Stelle, covered her head with her hands in a defensive stance.

“Can you stop hitting me?!”

Firefly finally excused herself, allowing the pair to fight amongst themselves. Kafka was practically backing the silver-haired girl into a corner, spouting warnings.

Maybe Kafka and Stelle were right… An annoyed groan escaped her as she ran a hand across her face before she made a quick exit. She paid no attention to the two calling out her name as she left.

-x H.O.A.F x-

Robin~♡ : Didn’t you like the photo? x

A message had popped up on her phone again.

Firefly’s hands were shaking as she responded

Firefly : You look great! I like the new style you’re going for!

She cringed at herself.

Her throat was dry as she waited for a response.

A few minutes later another message came through from Robin.

Robin~♡♬: Did you want to meet up in a bit? I’m almost done with rehearsing some lines for my new song. I could use a good break.

Firefly : Yes. I’d love to. What time and where?

Don’t sound too desperate, Firefly…

Robin~♡♬: Ten minutes. We can meet in the hotel lobby in reality. Or the dreamscape if you prefer?

Firefly pondered for a moment. A few different ideas swam in her head. But then, one particular thought made her freeze, her fingers hovered over phone. She took a deep breath. If Kafka and Stelle were right, then perhaps she should take a chance.

Firefly : Could we meet in the dreamscape? Do you know where the Great Tree is?

Robin~♡♬: Near the Family’s Construction? Where all those origami birds gather? Why?

Firefly : I just want to show you something.

Robin~♡♬: Okay little bug x see you soon

Firefly’s face flushed red, she quickly clicked onto Stelle’s contact and ran as fast as she could to the taller girls’ room in the hotel.

Firefly : Don’t ask questions, Stelle. I’m using your room. Don’t disturb me.

Trash Panda ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ : wtf???

A few moments later another message came through.

Trash Panda ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ : Go get em little bug~ I won’t let Stelle in the room.

Firefly giggled at the thought of Kafka taking Stelle’s phone away from her, the latter would definitely be putting up a fight right about now. She would always be grateful for how supportive Kafka had been throughout her time with the Stellaron Hunters.

She couldn’t stop herself from taking another quick glance at the photo Robin had said… Her throat ran dry before she quickly pocketed the phone. Her only mission was to get into the dreamscape as soon as possible.

-x H.O.A.F x-

Firefly played with a loose thread on her sleeve as she waited for Robin to appear. It had only been a few minutes since she arrived at the Great Tree, but it felt like hours. Surprisingly, there weren’t too many people around. Only a few who were busy looking over the railings at the beautiful shooting stars in the darkened sky.

A few origami birds scattered about the structure in front of her, her eyes tried to focus on each of them as she tried to calm her racing mind.

“Hey, Firefly!” Robin’s voice broke her away from her thoughts, causing her to jump slightly.

She turned to see the familiar singing walking towards her, “M-Miss Robin!” she smiled at her as she approached.

Robin reached up to readjust the hood that was currently on her head, “I had to cover up, didn’t want any fans following me up here…” she explained, “What’s the plan today anyway? I’m free for the next few hours,” she slowly reached down to take Firefly’s hand in hers.

Firefly had to quickly turn her head to hide her reddening cheeks, she cleared her throat, “I-I just wanted to show you something. A place I like to think as special. Nobody really goes up there,” she started to drag Robin along towards their destination.

If Firefly were to look back at the girl she was dragging along, she’d see the biggest and softest smile. Robin always seemed to look at her like that, but of course Firefly was always too dense to see it.

Eventually, the pair arrived at their designated location. Robin’s eyes lit up as she looked out over the railing. Her eyes followed a number of different shooting stars. Of course, you could see all of this from plenty of other areas… But… This felt different.

“So er… Nobody really comes up here. I like to come up here to think,” Firefly rubbed the back of her neck with her free hand. Her other hand still remained snugly in Robin’s.

Robin smiled out at the city below. It was beautiful. The soft breeze was soothing and the silence was sweet. She couldn’t help but squeeze Firefly’s hand as she gently swayed their intertwined fingers.

“It’s beautiful, Firefly,” Robin said as she glanced up towards Firefly’s eyes.

Firefly had a shy smile on her face as she looked out over the railing. Despite her heart hammering in chest, she felt peaceful. Robin’s comforting presence was all she needed right now.

The silence was soon broken, causing the two to break apart in fright.

“W-What-?” Robin started before she looked down towards Firefly’s pocket. Her scared face was soon replaced by a smug grin.

The noise that had broken the silence, was none other than Firefly’s ringtone… Her ringtone was oddly familiar.

Firefly scrambled to turn off the sound, to decline the call, anything!

“Damn, Stelle-!” she muttered to herself.

“You have the chorus to Hope Is the Thing With Feathers as your ringtone?” Robin giggled.

Firefly wished she was dead right now… Where was ‘Death’ when she needed it?

She finally silenced her phone before quickly pocketing it, “I-I… I just-!”

Robin stepped closer, placing her hands on Firefly’s shoulder, “It’s sweet… You’ve always been my biggest supporter, huh?”

The girl remained silent, all she could do was lick her dry lips. She simply nodded a few moments later.

“Why did you bring me here, Firefly?” Robin’s voice was soft, a melody to Firefly’s ears. Her hands smoothed down Firefly’s arms to hold both of her hands.

“I… I just thought you’d like it. And I guess… Stelle and Kafka might’ve encouraged me to show you.”

“Kafka?”

“O-Oh, yeah. You don’t know her. Nobody important,” she could already hear the echoing scoffs of Kafka in her head.

Robin hummed, “And why would they do that?”

“B-Because they think that… they think that you might have feelings for me… s-so I came here to encourage you to open up to me?” What was she even saying at this point? Firefly cringed at herself.

“Is that so?” Robin giggled. Once her laughs subsided, she sighed and looked down at their connected hands, “It’s a miracle that they realised before you did.”

“H-Huh?” Firefly’s heart pounded in anticipation.

“Come on, little bug. I don’t just send those photos to anyone. If they make you uncomfortable, I can stop-?”

“N-No!” that came out a bit too quickly.

Robin giggled one again, “Well, okay then,” she stepped a tiny bit closer, “So… Do I need to spell it out anymore?”

Firefly shook her head, “N-No… I…”

Robin dropped one of her hands to reach up and cup Firefly’s cheek, she decided to outright say it anyway, “I like you, Firefly. I don’t care what anyone in the Family says. They’re always saying that me being in a relationship would somehow ruin my image… But, I don’t care.”

“Miss Robin,” Firefly whispered, her eyes subconsciously looked at the singer’s lips.

“Please say you feel the same way, little bug. Or I just said all that for nothing,” she tried to laugh off her nerves.

Firefly melted for the 100th time today. She offered Robin a small smile before reaching up to push back the hood that was still covering Robin’s head. It was no the latter’s turn to blush.

The singer soon felt Firefly’s soft lips against hers. Robin thought this was too good to be true. The wings by her ears fluttered in excitement, brushing against Firefly’s cheeks, the latter giggled upon feeling the feathers tickle her face.

Robin was in disbelief. The stars were shooting above them and the soft sound of the bushes rustling from the breeze hit her ears, and the most perfect girl was kissing her… It was almost too good to be true.

Before Robin could fully return the kiss, Firefly pulled away. Her eyes were glossy as she spoke, “Of course I feel the same way, Miss Robin.”

She laughed in response, “You know you don’t have to call me Miss Robin, right?”

Firefly giggled alongside her, “S-Sorry. Robin.” Her smile quickly turned sad, Robin instantly noticed.

“Hey?” she rubbed Firefly’s cheek with her thumb, “Everything okay? You don’t regret it or-?”

“N-No. Never,” she quickly shook her head, calming Robin’s nerves, “I just… I have something to tell you. Something important. I just don’t want it to ruin our friendship or… whatever else we might have.”

Robin squeezed her hand reassuringly, “You can talk to me, Firefly.”

“It’s quite strange… But I have this certain thing about me… I’m what you would call a Stellaron Hunter. And I can use this,” she pulled out a device from her pocket, “To transform into my alter ego.”

Robin raised her eyebrow in confusion, “Huh?”

“I-It might be best if I just showed you.”

Firefly took a deep breath as she took many steps back away from Robin, allowing herself enough room. She held up the device to her chest and closed her eyes, the device glowed brightly before she was engulfed in orange flames. Robin couldn’t help but be mesmerised, her eyes squinting at the bright light.

As if by magic, a brand new being was suddenly in front of her. Her eyes widened, both in curiosity and slight fear.

“So… This is me,” Firefly said, “I go by Sam when I’m like this.”

“O-Oh,” Robin was speechless, her eyes roamed over the tall suit of armour.

She could still hear Firefly’s voice, but there was another layer of a more robotic one over the top.

“I-I’m guessing you’re a bit freaked out.”

Robin was sure the girl was frowning underneath that armour, she stepped closer, “N-No! Well, yes. It’s a bit strange. But if this is also a part of who are you are… Then I accept it,” a soft smile was on her face as she raised a hand.

Sam looked at it confusion before slowly raising their own. Robin’s small hand took the much larger hand in hers, she delicately pressed a soft kiss to the back of the cool metal.

Inside the suit, Firefly’s face was flushed red. Her heart beat furiously, not completely believing that Robin was okay with this.

“I will need some sort of explanation on why you do this… but for now, it’s okay,” Robin reassured, “Don’t worry, little bug.”

Eventually, Firefly returned to normal, the suit of armour long gone.

“There’s my little bug,” Robin smirked, pulling her into a hug, “I’m guessing some people find you scary when you’re ‘Sam’. But I think it’s adorable.”

“H-Huh? What?” Firefly pulled back slightly to look into Robin’s eyes for answers.

“I’m sure you act all tough and mighty but deep down you’re just a big softie,” she pinched Firefly’s sides, causing the girl to giggle and try and escape.

“I-I’ll have you know I am tough and mighty!”

“I’m sure you are, little bug,” Robin’s voice was soft as she ceased her tickling. She soon leaned in and placed a soft kiss against Firefly’s cheek, her lips lingered in place for a moment too long.

Firefly responded by kissing the singer directly on the lips, a gasp of pleasure came from the latter as they closed their eyes and returned the kiss. Firefly’s hands came up around Robin’s neck, trying her best to deepen the kiss.

Robin’s hand smoothed down the shorter girl’s waist.

“Hey! It’s Robin!!”

Robin and Firefly immediately pulled apart and looked around, their arms still remained locked around one another.

“Oh no…” Robin’s voice dropped upon seeing who had intervened.

A huge group of paparazzi had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Both the girls had red faces upon realising the position that they had just been caught in. They quickly stepped away from each other as Robin prepared to come up with some elaborate explanation.

“Miss Robin, Miss Robin! Care to explain who is with you?!” multiple reporters had flashing cameras aimed directly at them.

“I-” Robin started, but was swiftly cut off.

“Have no fear, your handsome intergalactic base baller is here!”

“S-Stelle?!” Firefly exclaimed as the Trailblazer pushed through all of the paparazzi, glowing baseball in hand, “H-How are you even here?! I’m using your room and-!”

“Don’t be afraid when you wake up, but I’m right next to you.”

“What?!”

Robin couldn’t help but giggle at the interaction.

Stelle raised her bat towards the reporters and paparazzi, “Listen here, let these two go or you’ll have to face my wrath.”

A flash of light suddenly cut through all the unwanted intruders, causing them all to mutter amongst themselves in confusion.

“My my… You girls sure have got yourself in a twist,” a new voice echoed from behind the group of paparazzi, “Don’t worry, little bug.”

“Kafka?” Firefly questioned as the woman appeared. The paparazzi had all been tied up by what seemed to be bright electric ropes, most of them had their mouths covered by the restraints too.

Stelle groaned, “Uh, Kafka. I had this all under control.”

Kafka waved Stelle off, “I might have to visit this here dreamscape more often, it’s quite a pleasant trip.”

“Y-You can’t just tie people up whenever you feel like it!” Firefly complained.

“Oh? And what you rather me do? Release them?”

“H-How are you even here, you-”

“Oh, I’m sitting next to you too in that little pool. Room for all three of us, darling.”

Firefly shook her head in disbelief.

Robin giggled, before grabbing Firefly’s hand, “So this is the Kafka you mentioned.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Robin. Although the circumstances could’ve been better,” Kafka smirked, looking over at her work, “You two run along, Stelle and I can deal with these intruders.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Robin nodded, “Thank you,” she dragged an embarrassed Firefly away from the group as quickly as possible.

“I can’t believe you’re taking all the credit,” they could hear Stelle groan as they made their exit.

“Don’t be mad just because I’m more superior,” Kafka replied with her smug tone.

The pair finally made they way out of Firefly’s not-so-secret base.

“I can’t believe this,” Firefly covered her face with her free hand.

“They’re sweet,” Robin removed the hand from Firefly’s face, “If they hadn’t been there, we would’ve surely been overwhelmed.”

“I-I’m sorry the paparazzi already caught us,” Firefly pouted.

“It’s not your fault. It’s okay. I don’t care what they think, as long as you stay by my side, little bug.”

Firefly couldn’t help but smile, “Okay…”

Robin’s hand came up to the back of Firefly’s neck, playing with her hair, “So, how about you and me get out of here… and go back to reality so I can show you the real thing.”

“T-The real thing? Of what?” she shivered underneath the singer’s touch.

“Well surely you weren’t just expecting me to send you photos without actually giving you a live demonstration? I’m concerned that you thought I was being friendly when I sent you them.”

Firefly almost crumbled there and then.

Robin laughed before dragging a stuttering Firefly along behind her.

-x H.O.A.F x-

Firefly’s eyes shot open, she quickly looked around and tried to get her bearings. She immediately felt the presence of a certain Stellaron Hunter and a certain Trailblazer.

Kafka was on her left, Stelle was on her right.

She groaned with a look of disgust on her face as she carefully exited the water.

Her mind was soon filled with Robin moments later as she made her way towards the door, she had to mentally prepare herself for whatever she was about to experience.

Her phone in her pocket dinged.

She quickly grabbed it, hoping it was Robin… But surprisingly, it wasn’t.

Best Hax (⊙▃⊙) : Finally. Good job little bug.

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Best Boy Bladie~ : Proud of you, Firefly. (ps. Silver Wolf, change my name in this group chat or else.)

Firefly’s heart swelled as she read the messages. She could almost cry upon seeing how they truly were supportive and just wanted the best for her.

She wasted no time in pocketing the phone before bounding out of the room, the biggest smile was on her face and the only thought in her head… was Robin.

Thanks for reading <3

[beanghostprincess]

Can you elaborate on shanks being rightfully blamed for shuggy break up? I’m genuine

Okay, so it's not that he's "rightfully blamed". When people say Shanks did nothing wrong, they're completely right. He did absolutely nothing wrong. He's an angel. Shanks, if you're reading this, I love you. In fact, his POV when it comes to his relationship with Buggy is equally heartbreaking if not even more painful and confusing. What I mean when I constantly say Buggy is rightfully angry and resentful, is not that Shanks deserves to be hated, I'm just saying that I understand Buggy perfectly. And even if Shanks doesn't deserve to be treated this way, Buggy's feelings are perfectly understandable.

Buggy has lived as Shanks' shadow his whole life. He had to give up on his dream because Shanks was the chosen one to keep Roger's legacy alive. He gave Shanks the straw hat, and not Buggy. As we can see in the flashback in chapter 1082, it's noticeable that it was not a one time thing. Shanks was constantly seen as brighter, smarter, braver, etc. Buggy was just in the background. And you know what? He was okay with that as long as he followed Shanks, because they were best friends and if Shanks achieved his dream, Buggy would too. He gave up on his dream to follow Shanks instead because he accepted he would never be seen as somebody like him. And you can blame Buggy and say "It's not Shanks' fault that he felt inferior! He could've fought for his dream instead!" but dude, sometimes people are fucking tired of fighting when nobody else is supporting them. It's just... Understandable. And he was a kid. You know how fucking painful it is to be neglected and see how much love your best friend received? From your dad of all people.

And then Buggy thinks "Fuck it, gonna go the easy way. I'll just follow this map and sell this devil fruit". But then Shanks' appears and he makes him eat the devil fruit and lose the map. "But it wasn't Shanks' fault! He literally did nothing and it was Buggy who got scared and ate the thin-" it's a metaphor. It's not hard to understand. It's- It's symbolism turned into a literal plot. Shanks' mere existence (appearing right behind Buggy when he was about to go follow his dream) made Buggy lose his independence as a pirate (made him eat a devil fruit, making him unable to swim an d be on his own. He's literally now hated by the sea, a pirate's home) and lose the path to his dream (quite literally, lose the map). Shanks did absolutely nothing to hurt Buggy, but Buggy's feelings toward him are understandable. It's the way envy and jealousy affect people. Mostly kids/teens. And this literally ruined Buggy's life forever. He can't even go to Laugh Tale, and even if Shanks stays with him, he can't go because of his Devil Fruit (I mean, not canon yet, but quite obviously real already, c'mon). And that's just gonna give Buggy more reasons to be resentful.

Then Roger (their captain. Their dad) dies. Gets executed in front of them. Buggy sees this as an opportunity to be his legacy, so of course he trusts Shanks to do it. It's obvious in the way he talks about it that he was going to follow Shanks, or at least trust him in his journey. But then Shanks hesitates. We don't know exactly why (maybe he knew something back then. Maybe he knew they weren't ready yet. Maybe he was scared. Whatever) but he hesitates. He doubts. And Buggy, who sees Shanks as this powerful force and as the brightest pirate of all (because he has lived in his shadow for so long), of course gets angry. It isn't fair that everyone sees Shanks as the brightest when he's the one hesitating about following their dream. It isn't fair that Buggy, the one who believes in Shanks and their dream, is the one looked down upon.

Idk, I don't think Buggy hates Shanks either. It's just that his mere existence hurts too much to be with him. And tbh I find leaving somebody for that extremely valid.

[twirlywhirlywriting]

What Would I Do Without You?

I finally did it!!! This was definitely a challenge for me as a writer. I am mostly used to female submissives so this was a huge change! I hope you all like it, I worked really hard on it! Here you go, my loves, submissive John Murphy!

Title: What Would I Do Without You?

TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut, Sub!Murphy x Dom!/Reader, Reader’s POV, Fem Reader, Use of Y/N, Cussing, Soft Dom, Mistress Kink, Obedience, Reassurance, Strip Tease, Kissing, Praise, Fingering, Oral (f receiving), P in V (unprotected), Orgasms, Soft Edging (literally one time), Handjob, Slight Mess, Aftercare, Mentions of Love

The first thing that I need to point out before telling you anything, is that John Murphy is mine. He is the love of my life, he is my best friend, he is my baby. He’s my submissive, my fuck toy, my good boy, just mine. I know that when you look at us, we seem like any other “power couple” who are really just giant assholes who don’t care about anyone else but each other. But really, he’s just trying to give the people what they want, and well, I can’t help myself from being protective of him and his feelings. 

The only reason he is being so forceful in making everyone take off those stupid wristbands is because no one wants the fuckers who put us down here to follow us. We don’t deserve to be prisoners. We are lucky none of us are 18, otherwise we’d all be dead anyways. But they put us on this dropship without our permission. They are the ones who didn’t know if they were killing us or not. And now we have the entire Earth to ourselves. The last thing that any of us want is for those stupid assholes to follow us down and take control again, or worse, call us criminals again. We deserve this whole goddamn Earth to ourselves, we were the ones who were going to die for it if it turned out to be uninhabitable anyway. 

Most people understand this and are happy to take off the damn wristband-tracker-whatever the fuck they are. If everyone on the Ark thinks we died, they won’t follow us and we will finally be free. But Clarke and her stupid boy toy followers are making things way harder than they need to be. They’re being dicks to John, my John. I can’t stand it. 

“Stop it, Murphy! Everyone, you have to stop taking those off, the Ark has to know we’re alive!” Clarke screams at John over the fire. Maybe he is being a little bit intense, not letting anyone get dinner until they allow him to remove the wristband. But it’s for their own good! How can that bitch not see that? 

“No one wants the Ark to know we’re alive, Clarke. We want to be free. We deserve to be free.” He retorts, then turns to everyone, “Do you want to be the Ark's prisoners again? For doing nothing? For saving their asses and getting nothing in return?” He yells, and everyone around boos at Clarke; she and Wells look like they’re about to pop their top. 

She grabs a piece of meat anyways and starts eating, then glares at him. “No rules, right? Screw you, Murphy.” His eyes look like he’s ready to kill her, but I know that look. When he looks murderous, he’s really just sad, or scared, or something. Maybe angry too, maybe a bit murderous, but mostly sad. And that makes me fume. 

I hand my food to John and stand up. Yanking the food back from Clarke, I step right up to her and get in her face. “You know you can’t do that shit. Chaos is good, but you’re just being fucking stupid. He’s helping people, whether you realize it or not. You, Wells, and Finn can all just go on your merry fucking way and find your own food. We’ll get your wristbands later.” She looks like she’s about to throw a punch, but Finn stops her and pulls her away. I’m still fuming, who does she think she is? Finn is right, she is a fucking princess. Wells and Clarke think they get to decide all the rules just because his Daddy and her Mommy are in charge up there. Well, they’re fucking wrong. 

As I sit back down, John gives me back my food. We are both still so pissed off at the whole situation, and not just because of right now. Clarke and those stupid boys are always getting in John’s way. They truly think they can lead us! While I sit here thinking about how fucked up it is, John grabs my hand and brings it up to his lips, planting the softest kiss. I know he’s trying to calm me down, even though he’s just as mad as I am. He’s so fucking sweet. He could be ready to kill someone and when he looks at me or touches me, it is always so soft and loving. He treats me like a queen no matter how he feels. 

I smile at him and when I catch his eyes, I can tell he needs a break. He is trying so hard to keep his cool in front of everyone, but I can tell the frustration of the day and that encounter is getting to him. I quickly shove the last bite of food into my mouth and lead him to our tent with his hand in mine. I’m going to take all of his thoughts and make them melt away, I know just what to do.

The second we get inside, he asks, “Am I doing something wrong?” and I shake my head and smile at him, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. You may think he likes to take charge with the way he acts around other people, but you’d have it all wrong. He needs the release of not having to make choices. To listen to someone else for a change, have someone else be responsible for him when no one is watching.

“No baby boy, nothing wrong at all. You’re perfect.” I kiss him on the lips, then kiss both of his cheeks, and when I look into his eyes again, I can’t take it. He’s just so hot, standing there and waiting to react to my every move. I kiss him again, harder this time, moving my hands up under his shirt a little to glide my hands along his stomach and chest. He grabs me by my waist and kisses me back deeply, stifling a small moan. I know he wants me. I grin and look up to him, putting my hand on his cheek softly. “What does my good boy want, hm?” 

He bites his lip and looks into my eyes, knowing just the right words to say. “I want to make you feel good, Mistress. I just want to feel you all over me. I want to feel you on my hands, my lips, my tongue, I want to please you with every part of me.” It’s hard for me to keep my composure when he says such yummy words.

“And you can have me. But not yet. Sit on the bed, for now you only get to watch.” He immediately obeys, sitting on the bed with his eyes glued to me. I slowly take off my shirt, much slower than normal, feeling his eyes look over every inch of my stomach, my ribs, my tits, my collarbone and neck, and finally my face again. With my pants, it’s the same thing. I turn around this time though, giving him a full view as I bend over and let him watch every part of my ass and legs become exposed. I peel my underwear off too, giving him just a quick peek of my pussy before standing up and turning around again. 

Instead of letting him touch me like he asked for, I smirk at him, trailing my hands up my stomach and start squeezing my tits, then trailing my fingertips around my nipples until they get hard. I love watching him practically drool, watching his pants get tight, his hands grabbing onto the sheets to stop himself from leaping up and grabbing me.  

I move a hand down my stomach, across my hips, parting my legs just enough to let my hand slip between them. I keep one hand squeezing my tit and sometimes pinching my nipple, letting the other hand glide along my slit, then I start to slowly rub my clit. I lean my head back and moan, wondering just how much this is killing him and enticing him to watch. After maybe a minute or so, I pull my hand back up, stare straight into his eyes, and lick the wetness off of my fingers. His face flushes, and I ask him, “What is it? Do you want a taste too?” 

He stumbles over his words as though he couldn’t get them out fast enough, “Yes, Mistress, please let me taste you.” It makes me feel so warm inside when he says these things. Of course, I’ll give him what he wants. I walk towards him, put a foot up onto the bed to give him a better view, and slide a single finger inside of myself. When I pull it out, it’s glistening. It’s fucking teasing me to do this too, but I love seeing how much he wants me. 

“Open.” I demand as I put my finger up to his lips, and he does so immediately. I slide my finger in his mouth, and he is happy to suck my finger clean. “Good boy, you are so patient. You get to touch me now.” I lay down onto the bed, “Whatever you want to do to start with, baby, you earned it.” 

He climbs on top of me, kissing my neck oh so gently, it almost tickles. He works his way down to my chest, and as he does so, his kisses become more erratic and have more pressure. He gets to my tits, and uses his tongue to circle my nipple, using a hand to follow suit on my other nipple. I close my eyes to fully enjoy the sensations, combing my fingers through his hair as he does this.

After a little bit of this, I feel my wetness and the tingle of desire a bit too intensely. “Okay, I need you on my pussy, right now.” The end of my sentence is almost a growl, I didn’t realize how fucking wet I was until it hit me like a brick wall and I couldn’t wait a single second longer. 

“Yes Mistress, of course.” He scoots back on the bed, wetting two of his fingers using my own juices, sliding one in and pumping a few times before adding the second. He starts kissing my clit, just warming me up as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in and out, just barely curling his fingers up at the last second of every thrust, only a whisper of a touch to my g-spot. Even with how soft he’s being, my breathing quickens. He’s not one to need too much direction on exactly how to please a woman. He doesn’t start off too fast, and he definitely knows where all the good spots are. Whether he’s naturally gifted, or if he’s practiced, I’ve never cared to ask. He’s all fucking mine and that’s the only thing that matters to me. 

“You’re doing so good, baby, you’re such a good boy for me, that’s just right.” I coo at him, making sure every second that he knows just how good he’s making me feel. 

His kisses on my clit slowly turn into kisses with tongue, and that turns into pressing his tongue into me with the tiniest of suction of his lips, letting go with a tiny pop every time. As his kisses change into this, his fingers start working faster, and the second he feels my g-spot swell, he starts fully curving them into that wonderful “come here” motion as he pumps them in and out of me. His tongue gets faster as well, consistent stimulation with suction every few seconds, it’s perfect. I grip the sheets with one hand and his hair in another, unable to control how loud or often I’m moaning. I can barely talk anymore, but I mumble out a “Good boy, just like that!” 

It only takes a couple of minutes before my orgasm comes to the brink, my legs shaking and the world around me practically spinning as I hit my peak. When it calms down, I grip his hair tighter and pull him up to me in a sloppy kiss, both of us breathing heavily. “Am I making you feel good, Mistress? That was good?” He asks me, and my heart melts. He is probably the only guy in the world to make a girl cum that hard and not be full of himself about it. He wants reassurance that he’s doing things just how I like them. Fuck, I love him. He is going to be mine forever, I swear to God. 

“Yes, you are doing so good, baby boy. I’m going to keep you mine forever. Understand?” I look into his eyes so that he knows that isn’t just pillow talk, that he really is mine. Forever. 

He nods with more enthusiasm than I’ve ever seen, and responds with the same seriousness in his voice that I had in mine. “Yes Mistress, I’m all yours, forever. You own me.” 

I give him one more kiss before switching our positions so that I’m on top of him now. “I need you to be inside me now.” I say as I slowly ease myself onto him, groaning as I feel the fullness inside of me. “It’s my turn to watch as you feel good, baby.” I say soothingly, before adding sternly, “now don’t you dare look away. I want to look into your eyes the whole time I’m making you feel good.”

He bites his lip and nods, almost immediately moaning as I start riding him, slowly at first, moving my hips up and down, then back and forth, then a mixture of them all, in a circle. I love watching the sweat slowly build in his hair, watching the muscles on his chest and abs clench as I make him feel so good. I place my hand on his chest to give me better leverage to go faster, faster, and stop right as I see he is starting to get closer to his orgasm. 

Disappointment flickers in his eyes, but only for a moment, he knows I’m never going to fully deny him. He’s too beautiful and perfect to truly be mean. I lean down to give him a kiss, before whispering into his ear. “Now, you’re going to make me cum again. I’m going to stay still, and you are going to fuck me like this, exactly how I tell you to.” 

“Yes Mistress, I want to make you cum on me. Please tell me what you want.” He begs and I groan quietly, he’s too fucking good. 

I straighten back up and tell him to start off slow, which he does. He keeps his hands on my waist to help him gain leverage, and I trail my fingers along his chest and tell him constantly how good he’s doing, how much he’s pleasing me. I tell him to go faster, then to slow down, then to go deeper and harder, then faster, then slow again. He follows along with my words perfectly. I like to work myself up to the edge, not too fast, I want to enjoy every moment of this. But when I notice he is getting a little tired, I tell him to speed up and fuck me as hard as he can. 

My nails dig into his chest as I cum, my head falling back as I moan and my legs squeeze against his sides, making it harder for him to continue fucking me but he pushes through. When I look back down at him I smile at his flushed face, “Stop, baby. You can stop. You are such a perfect fuck toy. Now it’s finally your turn.” 

I start riding him again, keeping up with the quick pace and making sure I’m going all the way down, pushing all of him inside me with every hip thrust. I love watching him pant and whimper as he gets close to the edge. “Mistress, please, I-I-I’m close!” he says with urgency, and I get off of him and immediately jerk him off, keeping the pace as I watch him cum all over himself, biting my lip as I watch.

“Look at what a mess you’ve made, baby.” I tease, making him blush a little bit but he knows I’m not mad. I just love watching him make a mess everywhere, especially on himself. I quickly grab a rag and clean him up, first wiping the sweat off his brow and then cleaning up his chest. 

I lay down next to him, propping myself up on my elbow. I kiss him all over his face, a million times practically, whispering in a soothing voice “You are such a good boy,” and “You did such a wonderful job,” and “It’s all over now baby, I love you so much.” and “I’ll be right here to care for you, always.” in between the kisses being peppered all over his face. He snuggles into me, and I am happy to hold him, regulating my own breathing in order to help him regulate his. 

I stroke his hair, humming softly in a soothing lullaby I forgot the words to a long time ago, every once in a while kissing the top of his head. After a while, he looks up at me and asks, “Did you really mean it, that I’m yours forever? Because.. I want to be. I always want to be yours, Y/N. Always.”

I smile back at him, my heart melting all over again. “Whatever would I do without you, John? I love you.” 

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[queenwille]

are you pro-israel/anti-palestine?

hi, first, i appreciate you asking very politely and not assuming things.

i’ll say i’m a zionist, which isn’t an offensive word. i believe in the right of the jewish people for self determination in the form of a jewish state in the land of israel, the promised land of the jewish people.

i find calling israel, the only jewish state in a sea of muslim/christian states, an “ethostate” and mocking the jews for feeling the need in one, as very antisemitic rude and offensive. that goes without mentioning how ignorant and rude it is to claim all jews are white europeans. literally cancelling the whole rich history of the jewish people in the arab countries (which they were mostly chased out of as well).

the need to live within your given or chosen community is such a natural thing, even animals do it. for some reason, when it comes to israel and the jews, it’s wrong. before anyone starts, please let me remind you that within this very large jewish community, there are 2.5 million arabs (mostly muslim, some christian). they share equal rights, a citizenship and an israeli ID/passport. yes, even the sister of the top hamas man (who was arrested this week for having documents and money linked to hamas, a terror organization).

that being said, i am in no shape or form, nor never was i, anti palestine. i think it’s just not as simple as some people who joined the hot trend across the world see it. the state of palestine was never established for many reasons that don’t involve the jewish people. i do mean this when i say i do wish the palestinian people a safe and established land, but it’s simply not that easy. it really isn’t no israel=yes palestine. they have so many other needs other than demolishing the land of israel. their inner conflicts are very much alive to this day (google fatah/hamas conflict), their lack of actual support from neighboring countries and other reasons they have there. they’re really not at a good starting point, but no one ever talks of that. it’s just easier to masturbate to the idea that protesting in favor of demolishing israel and sending +-7,000,000 jews to fuck knows where will be enough.

let me make it clear, the fact that civilians are being killed and hurt breaks my heart. i say this knowing fully well that many took part in the oct7 massacre. generations, on both sides, being brought up with nothing but hate and fear of each other boiled up to this disaster. which is why i find the whole western pro pal movement, spreading fake news and hate and deepening the conflict, as not just offensive, but also very dangerous. for both sides (+diaspora jews). calling hamas freedom fighters and not the terror organization that they are is as dangerous to the palestinians as as it is dangerous to israelis/jews. they are given actual legitimacy for actions that are considered extremist and terror on an international level. yes, they do hide in UN protected facilities, using inocentes as human shields. and when we say the west is next, it’s not just a spicy slogan, it’s not really about the jews, but the western culture.

i am very angry of the way the hostages are being ignored or bluntly canceled (ripping off their posters everywhere). it’s hypocritical and very upsetting. i will also mention that i seriously don’t appreciate using the jewish holocaust and appropriating it’s terms and the well known generational jewish trauma and mocking it.

lastly, i would like to mention that a lot of what’s happening right now around the world just proves the need in a jewish state. being close with an army that’s main goal is protecting its people literally feels safer for jews even under missiles and terror attacks. let me inform you that the main reason that israeli casualties are lower, is the invention of the Iron Dome, operated by the IDF. It has saved thousands of civilian lives since it’s first use. no, it wasn’t hamas’ more humane ways or idk what i read. israel literally spends every last dime to keep it’s people safe, while hamas won’t even let the palestinian people have a safe hospital. instead of mocking our worries and constant feeling of being persecuted and in danger, to the point that a jewish state feels like a life or death matter, maybe try to think what you can do to change that. saying we’re delusional or closing mouths when we claim for antisemitism isn’t helping, and it sure isn’t what’s currently happening in the world and social media.

again, thanks for asking. i have so much more to say and that’s before actually going into current antisemitism or even into october 7th, i just think i’ll stop here for now. i hope this somewhat answers your question.

[yuseirra]

ch160...again

I know none of you here would be doing this but I burst out laughing this morning out of.. how absurd some of the reactions were oh my god....

I don’t really look at other people’s reactions much because it stresses me out, but I did come across a few Youtube thumbnails while skimming through, you see? There's been a lot :/

I really don’t know if I’m watching the same piece of work with them!!!

Like, seriously, let's just sit down and think for a moment.

If seeing a toothbrush lights up the flame of madness in someone, isn’t that person the creepy one, not Kamiki?

I mean, how does someone’s expression darken just because they see a toothbrush? Is that a joke? I can get Nino despairing or getting swayed that way because she encountered her boyfriend's death (seriously, why date Ryosuke out of all people? He's trash!! Why Nino WHY??), but Ryosuke? He’s clearly not in his right mind. Think about it.

Ryosuke is seriously a creepy person. He goes to Kamiki’s house, sees two toothbrushes, and one of them is labeled “Ai’s ♥” — then his face turns pale like he's encountered some kind of nightmare. Is that normal?? I want him gone. That's a stalker too close to home, it gets on my nerves. what makes him be that way?

Please, think about it... Please... this is so absurd to the point it's funny, I can’t take it anymore. What is this? Are we even watching the same piece? This is ridiculous

The guy kept talking about how much he missed his ex-girlfriend. And that... that’s what became the motive for Nino and Ryosuke to kill someone and attempt murder. Hey, which side would be the crazy ones if you had to pick a side?

Aqua might bring more evidence regarding Yura in the next chapter of something, and if at that point it turns out, “Wow, he was the mastermind all along,” I can understand that.

But right now, with just this, you’re telling me Kamiki's incited people’s madness and deliberately stirred up their emotions to make them into killers or whatever?

Does this make sense? Does that even sound reasonable? To me, it’s satirizing the obsessive madness surrounding idols. Isn’t it? Because there really are people who stalk idols and do creepy things. Ryosuke couldn’t stand the fact that the idol he adored had a boyfriend, so he resorted to harming her being the malicious stalker he was. And Nino? She’s like one of those crazy fans who attack other idols because they’re more popular than the one she stans. That’s what this is a metaphor for. It’s absurd. Do people actually interpret it literally? Kamiki is right. He did nothing.

Let’s reflect on this from an ethical perspective. Even if this were a real situation, would you take everything at face value? I hope not. I hope you don’t think any of this was justified. No, look, the visions Aqua brought was definitely a gag. It was meant to be funny. How does Ryosuke, who’s nobody, pale at the sight of someone’s toothbrush in the same cup as their boyfriend’s? He’s seriously a strange person!! If someone had caught onto this earlier, Ai wouldn’t have died! Someone should have reported him to the police when he showed these signs but he hid his true colors so well huh? What an unfortunate thing to have happened. He shouldn't have existed. There is no need for a person like him to exist in this world.

Aqua, please get a grip. Make some sense. Please... This is making me angry.

I'm not defending your father because I favor him, he HAS to pay if he's done wrong; but you really can’t justify this. It’s stressing me out so much I think I’m going crazy. If this is all you have for you confront your father and aim a knife at him to tell him to get lost, it’s not enough. This comic seriously gives me a headache.

Kamiki is just too pitiful... yeah, the guy really is a sad figure.

When Ai herself said she wished someone would help him, the outcome has been set in stone.

The problem is how to get to the outcome, but the answer is already there. That’s how I jumped in with conviction. This is where the story will head regarding that man.

This person deserves to be saved.

But how in the world are they supposed to be saved? I have no idea... They will though. I wasn't very good with predicting the little details that'd lead to the outcomes, but I've always been right about the conclusions, regarding this manga.

[thickenmyblood]

maca this chapter was insane i was kicking my feet the entire hour I took to read it!!

but can I just say as much as I was team damen in the beginning cause I didn’t fw laurent’s whole approach to the breakup…..I don’t get why damen was so upset with laurent abt the needing a lawyer reveal when he immediately recognised that it was obvious that laurent continued to stay with him because he genuinely loved him.

Don’t get me wrong I definitely love that you took that approach cause your writing is so REAL and Damen recognises he’s being an idiot sometimes!!But I didn’t expect Laurent to not push back abit in some sense like he was just a traumatised kid barely a year older than nicaise is rn when they met (if i got the math right on that).

anyway I think I just wanna hear more about your thoughts on Laurent’s headspace if it’s not spoiler-y ofc. Thank you for such a brilliant chapter and happy holidays ♥️♥️

hello! i was actually talking to @savoytrufflephd about this the other day. this is terribly long but we're reaching the end of the fic and i will never get the change to speak on these things again, and so i hope this answer guides your reading experience and helps clear any doubts you might have going into the last chapter.

about damen:

during their argument, damen is gutted to find out that laurent approached him because he needed a lawyer and money, and, indeed, damen doesn't have an absolute "let's berate laurent" meltdown right then and there, but i wouldn't say he "immediately recognized" anything.

there are three main emotions at play during the reveal scene.

sadness: damen feels deeply hurt by laurent's confession.

There is nowhere to go. There is no other sound in the world but Laurent’s voice, tearing him open.

They should be doing this in the kitchen, Damen thinks. For old times’ sake. For symmetry. There must be a reason why Aimeric keeps picking kitchens as his bleeding spot.

anger and/or self-righteousness: damen makes comments to hurt laurent and express the hurt he's feeling himself and how he feels cheated and wronged.

(...) Was a live-in nanny so expensive that you had to spend the next four years forcing yourself into bed with—”

“You were nervous. Before. I remember the—was the bathroom break so you could vomit in between—”

(...) So you stayed up all night, going through that—that shit, and you had ten liters of coffee this morning so you could be brave enough to sit here and tell me that I was your pimp for a while. (...)

“I wouldn’t blame you,” Laurent says, “if you—” “Don’t play the martyr card.” “I’m so—” “Fuck you,” Damen says.

defeat: damen slowly realizing this is the worst case scenario. there can't be anything worse than this, and so it's almost a relief to hear it because he 1. didn't have to ask 2. can't imagine any other blow hitting him harder (which... i mean, he did have a heads up from nikandros). now what he wants is to understand how this happened and why.

Something is leaking out of Damen now, except it isn’t blood. He feels it by its absence, by the relief it leaves behind. This, he thinks, as he looks at Laurent. This is everything they have done to each other. There is nothing left but this: the wound, drained; the wound, re-dressed. This is what he wanted to know, what he asked for. This.

He might as well lay down on the table and pass Laurent the knife.

He wants to feel stupid and can’t, wants to lather himself up in hatred to slip away from this with ease. He can’t. He’d thought in those first months at Nikandros’s that he knew what hating Laurent was—annoyance, mostly, and contempt, slightly—but now he knows that wasn’t hate. He could never hate Laurent. Maybe he could learn, could train himself to do it, but he doesn’t want to. He wants to understand. He wants—

damen is not the best when it comes to understanding his own emotions. later on, when analyzing this argument with neo, this happens:

“I don’t know how it made me feel,” Damen says. “I was angry yesterday. At him. And I know I should be angry now, or earlier when he said—when he told me.” “But you weren’t.” “I wasn’t sad either. It was like…” “Like?” Damen smooths over the sheets beside him. The bed is cool and neatly made on that side. “Like I’d been waiting for him to say it for so long, that when he did, it wasn’t… I don’t know.”

he did feel all those emotions in the argument, but when asked to talk about them, he holds onto defeat instead of anger or sadness. i wrote him this way because i wanted a version of him that was tired of arguing with laurent, that didn't want to do that anymore, that wanted things to be fair between them. plus, i wrote very early on that he's just not very creative when it comes to (active) cruelty. it just doesn't come naturally to him.

now, about laurent:

i agree that this laurent reads very passively. he doesn't strike back, doesn't argue that he was desperate, that it wasn't his fault, etc. this is because:

he's being self-hating. this is him basically telling damen "look at what i did and hate me for it. i don't deserve the way you've always helped me, the way you're STILL helping me. i'm not a good person. i'm not who you think i am." this is why, in this fic, laurent also allows nicaise to treat him like shit. it's the reason laurent did not tell agnes about the verbal abuse he was being subjected to. he thinks he deserves it. it's the reason he tells damen having sex with maxime was a chore and still he kept doing it.

like damen, he's also tired of arguing. in fact, i would say he's MORE tired than damen. he's getting the worse of nicaise's ire and has been for months. he knows damen is upset with him bc of that 10 minute conversation he had alone with nicaise in ch18. the day before, damen looked him in the eye and told him it was all his fault, that everything wrong that happened with nicaise was on him, that he was to blame because he was too busy having fun and being stupid to take care of the one person he was supposed to look after. he's emotionally drained. he spent the entire night looking through nicaise's phone, analyzing dates and punishing himself for everything that happened. after almost 400k words of fucked up situations, he's finally reached this strange limit of "whatever, just let it end".

the self-fulfilling prophecy aspect of his relationship with damen. in a way, laurent never dared to hope what he had with damen would be forever. in fact, he believed in order to keep damen, he had to sacrifice many, many, many things and aspect of who he was and is as a person, because otherwise damen would not and could not love him. things like his mental health, his own abuse, his views on sex... but also small, stupidly vulnerable things, such as letting your partner know that you fucking douche!!!!!! letting him know you do things every other human does. laurent wanted damen to love him, but he didn't think damen ever could if he showed him all his cards and baggage and whatever you want to call it, and so he made himself palatable. and this was, ultimately, the downfall of their relationship (along with damen's obvious ignorance, emotional issues, repression, etc.)

this is all i can say on laurent's end. ch20 will give you some more details to help you look at his actions and thought process throughout the fic in a different light. i hope this answer made sense and wasn't just me babbling for seventeen thousand words.

thank you for your time!!

[certifieddorianandcassiansimp]

Bryce Quinlan

okay. I don’t think I’ve expressed my dislike for the main female of Crescent City enough. Here are my reasons and a little bit of ranting and comparisons.

Bryce Quinlan is SPOILED. She always gets what she wants for the consequences be damned.

Bryce refused Connor for so long only to promise a date THE DAY she breaks up with her boyfriend and he dies.

She acts like Danika couldn’t have kept anything from her and continues to be hurt over it when she was a rebel. Danika had the right to keep things and didn’t do anything wrong.

She ignores everything, not just advice, but common sense. In HOEAB, she basically doesn’t listen to anyone who says anything to her, she also doesn’t shy away from literal demons trying to kill her. (This is a common case of MCS but still.)

she’s a terrible mate. This is shown mostly in HOFAS when she dismisses Hunt over and over again, when his fears are very much valid.

she doesn’t take responsibility. Bryce Quinlan murdered two Fae kings and basically said that she didn’t want the kingdoms and all fae should suffer except her small group of people because of her father. That’s petty.

She doesn’t have a sense of urgency, she turns everything into a joke. And yes I know humor is a coping mechanism but you’re seriously going to stand there and joke about dying to your mate? After treating him like shit, and saying you’d come back to him when you knew you were going to sacrifice yourself, that’s not okay. And yes I know that Rhys basically did the same thing, but he never made such promises.

She is too stubborn to talk about her feelings with her own mate. Her mate begs for communication when she doesn’t give it and expects Hunt to repress his feelings as well. That’s just toxic.

She practically orders the queen of the underworld to make an antidote for a problem that’s been here for about 15,000 years in about an hour. That’s just not realistic.

Those are some reasons in general, but now I’m going to ramble about the first half of HOFAS when she was with Nesta and Azriel.

10. Bryce KNEW she was leading a deadly creature to strangers who were allowing her to live and explore as she pleased. I can’t fathom how angry this made me reading it, not just for the beloved ACOTAR characters having to do it, but it’s just unkind to your very kind captives.

11. Bryce listened to the story of Silene (I think that’s her name) with Azriel and Nesta beside her, and still didn’t trust them. 12. Bryce joked around with them, trying to understand them, but kept herself guarded, while yes, knowing your enemy is a great survival tactic, you could tell they didn’t think of her as a threat. 13. Bryce Adeline Quinlan awakened an Asteri in Prythian (or the prison, idk it’s been a while since ACOTAR.) and she didn’t even know how to kill it. In fact, she couldn’t kill it. Nesta, her badass self, slayed the crowd and the asteri. (not a complaint but I have to add the part where Az legit says ‘stick em with the pokey end!’ Love that part.)

14. After (not) defeating the asteri, she STEALS Azriel’s dagger and LEAVES. One, she stole from shadow baby and that’s never okay, two, she didn’t have plans to return it, and three, she didn’t even know how to wield it.

I also feel like Bryce should have to give something that’s a part of her up. In Feyre’s case, she gave up being human. In Aelin’s case, she gave up 90% (if not more) of her power. But then you have Bryce Quinlan. Around 24 years old, all three parents alive (until book three), and has nothing sacrificed. She should be shot down.

Okay I think I’m done now. But I have to say that after all of this I’d like to point out that I love the Maasverse and Crescent City, but I personally think it would be best without Bryce Quinlan as the main character. Thank you for coming to my Blab-Tok, goodbye.

[lyranova]

Hello Lyra, I hope youve been doing well. I noticed that today is the last day your requests are open so before it ends, I wanted to request Nacht X reader with prompt list:

Fluff(2.“It’s you, it always has been.”)

Fluff (7.“You’re an idiot.” “But you love me.”)

Angst (44.“What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”)

General (7. “Is that blood?” “Yes but that

doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is-” “You are literally bleeding.”)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Thanks for taking this request 😊

Hiya anon! Of course, and I apologize that this isn't quite what you wanted (It's more fluff and I wasn't able to fit in the last general prompt 😔) I was having...a pretty bad day when I wrote this, but I still hope you find it enjoyable!

Word Count: 591

taglist: @loosesodamarble

Warnings: None

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“ What am I to you? Because as of recently, I feel like I’ve become absolutely nothing to you.” Nacht stared at the woman as the cold and confused words slipped from her tongue. She was angry and hurt, that he could clearly see, but she also had a pleading look in her eyes. Nacht looked away from her, how…how did he tell her how he was feeling?

He had been avoiding her a lot recently, and it wasn’t because she had done anything wrong or because he didn’t like her, actually it was quite the opposite. He liked her. A lot.

He opened and closed his mouth over and over again, trying to will the words to come out of his mouth.

“ Come on, Master Nacht,” Gimodelo urged as he crawled onto his shoulder. “ Just tell her, it’s only three little words.”

“ Yeah, but those three little words carry a lot of weight to them. I don’t want her to feel burdened if she doesn’t feel the same way.” Nacht muttered, and he suddenly heard the devil sigh beside him.

“ Mater Nacht likes you a lot, Missus! He thinks you’re pretty, smart, and kind. But he also likes that you sass him, he finds that aspect of your personality very attractive!” Gimodelo said loudly, causing Nacht to stare at the devil in horror, as the woman just stared in surprise.

Gimodelo gave Nacht a toothy grin before disappearing into the shadows once again, leaving Nacht there to deal with the ‘mess’ his devil had left.

“ You…like me?” She asked softly, her eyes having a look of hope in them as her face remained calm. Nacht felt his cheeks burn a bit, and he couldn’t help but look away out of embarrassment.

“ I do, even when you thought I liked someone else a few months ago. It’s…you, it always has been and always will be.” Nacht admitted softly as his blue eyes tried their best to convey how much she truly meant to him.

The two just stood there quietly, not moving or saying a single word. Nacht began to grow nervous, maybe this was a mistake, maybe he should scold Gimo for opening his big mouth. But suddenly the woman smiled softly.

“ You’re an idiot, you know that? But I guess that’s why I love you.” She said with a small laugh, causing the dark haired man to grow confused and his heart to skip a beat at her words.

“ You…love me?”

“ Yeah, you didn’t know that?”

“ No, I didn’t.” Nacht said bluntly as he tried his best to suppress a smile, the woman tilted her head and rubbed the back of her neck.

“ I’m sorry, I thought I was being obvious, which is why you kept your distance.” The woman admitted sheepishly, Nacht quickly shook his head and walked up to her.

“ The reason I kept my distance wasn’t because of you, and had absolutely nothing to do with you. I was trying to…sort out my feelings for you…” Nacht admitted. “ I wanted to make sure my feelings for you were genuine and weren’t fleeting before I confessed my feelings.” He added as his cheeks burned a light pink again.

The woman began to giggle.

“ I see, and Gimodelo felt that you were dragging your feet uselessly, so he decided to confess for you?” She asked with another giggle, and Nacht found himself chuckling as well.

“ I guess so,” Nacht admitted with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

“ So, should we commemorate this special day with a date?”

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[holylulusworld]

The ring

Summary: A ring. A broken heart.

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, breakup, no happy end, Andy being a douche

Hatred. 

Hatred is not the absence of love. It’s the contrary. 

There is so much love in a loving heart that it turns into hatred when you get robbed of your love.

But the love remains deep within you. That’s what’s hurting the most. That your heart still remembers how it felt to be in love. 

The person leaving you doesn’t know what they have done. It’s not their fault your heart is bleeding love after they cut you open.

At least that’s what they like to tell themselves when they lie awake and think about the decisions they made.

If they think about you at all.

You will ask yourself what you did wrong. Or if there was a way to stop them from leaving you. 

Did you talk too much about yourself? Did you not care enough about him? Did you not turn him on any longer?

In the end, you’ll never know. 

Most of the time your questions won’t be answered.

Except. In your case. You know what you did wrong.

You asked him to finally take off his wedding band.

He refused. He didn’t even give you a reason why he won’t take it off. 

It ended in a fight. An awful fight. The kind of fight in which you tear each other apart until nothing is left but bruised egos and broken hearts.

He just left you there, in the middle of the living room you wanted to share soon. 

The door slammed shut. Your heart shattered. The tears started to finally fall.

It took you almost half an hour to remember that you are standing in a house that isn’t yours.

“Fuck,” you buried your face in your hands. “How can he just leave me here? We wanted to have a look at the fucking house!”

“Miss…uh-I’m sorry to disturb your breakdown or whatever you are experiencing,” the broker nervously poked his head inside the room. “Your boyfriend left and…you know…I got other interested parties. They want to have a look around the house too.”

You blinked the tears away. This was the house you have been dreaming of for so long. You decided to buy it with Andy and suddenly, everything was in ruins.

“I guess they’ll get happy here,” you gave the poor guy an apologetic smile. He had to listen to your fight with Andy. “Sorry for the inconvenience and thank you for your time. You’ll sell the house in no time. I’m sure of it. It’s very nice.”

You were more than embarrassed when you turned to leave the house you had hoped to buy. “He’s a fool if he hangs onto the past.”

“Maybe I’m just not the right person for him,” you wanted to roll your eyes at the broker. You never were a fan of unwanted advice. Especially when it comes from a stranger. “Have a good day…”

You left the house and moved on. Never looking back.

It was six months later that you ran into him again. Per accident. Literally.

You ended up hitting his ass and lower back with your shopping cart as you were busy checking your shopping list.

“Sorry, I—” you stammered to his back. Unbeknownst that it was the man breaking your heart you just hit with your shopping cart. “I wasn’t looking where I’m going.”

“Miss you should always watch where you are going. People can get hurt if you don’t,” he turned around to give you an angry look. “Oh…it’s you.” Andy nervously looked around the supermarket. As if he was afraid you’ll cause a scene.

Of course, he still looked good. How you wished he wouldn’t.

“I’ll keep it in mind for my next grocery run.”

Anything in you was screaming to just run out of the supermarket, but you didn’t want to let him win again. Just like you wouldn’t cry in front of him.

“Y/N…”

At least he remembered your name. That was a pro. You would have chuckled at the thought if your heart wasn’t still battered and bruised.

“Mr. Barber,” you coolly replied. “If you would excuse me now. I got more things on my list.”

“You’re still making lists, huh?” Andy tried to keep you from walking off right away. “Listen, what happened back then…we never talked about it.”

“I need to go now.”

You turned your shopping cart and just went away. It was too late for poor excuses now. 

After what happened at the house, you tried to call him. Andy never answered. He just went on with his life and forgot about you and your relationship.

Typical.

Another month later you ran into Andy again. At your favorite café. 

This time, he pulled a chair for a pretty blonde. Again, he was stabbing your heart as it seemed he moved on to the next girl.

Maybe this one wouldn’t ask him to take off his wedding band.

“One tea, chamomile,” you ignored the aching in your chest. “A red velvet cupcake and…” you pushed the tears away as the clerk asked if you want to stay. “No…not today. I got a lot of things to do.”

It was a blatant lie. Usually, you loved spending your Saturdays at the café. Andy managed to ruin this for you too. “Next time then.”

“Next time,” you gave the clerk a cracked smile. “Have a great weekend.”

You passed Andy’s table, acting like you didn’t see him on a date with another woman. 

He moved on. It was time for you to do the same.

Three weeks later you finally made a decision. You had to move on and forget about the life you wanted to have with Andy. 

If he couldn’t even give up his wedding band for you, he was not worth your time.

“I like this one,” you looked around the house. It was smaller than the one you wanted to buy with Andy, but it would be yours. “It’s cute…and I like the garden. Do you think the owner will go down with the price?”

“I’ll talk to them,” the broker pointed at the broken window in the kitchen. “The house needs a lot of fixing. I’m sure they’ll agree.”

“I hope so,” you looked around the kitchen again. “Damn, I’ll paint the kitchen neon and dance all night.”

The broker chuckled. “After you bought the house, you can do whatever you want with it. I’m sure the kitchen will look pretty in pink.”

“They don’t want to sell it to me?” you sighed deeply when your broker called you two days later. “Why? I got the money and all…”

He explained that someone else offered more money and that he couldn’t do more for you. Of course, they would always go for the person paying more money. That’s just how this works. 

A new house for someone else. Another broken dream to you.

You already imagined moving into this new place, now you were back to square one.

“I understand. Maybe next time then,” you tried not to sound too sad. “Thank you for your help.”

You hung up the phone. Disappointed. Disheartened.

“Nothing ever works out for me,” you wiped your wet eyes. “I can’t even buy a fucking house…”

“Tea, peppermint please.”

Once again you found your way to the café. “A red velvet cupcake and some chocolate chip cookies too. I need something to...,” you sighed deeply and shook your head,” doesn’t matter.”

“Y/N,” your body went stiff hearing Andy call out your name. Out of all the days, he could come here, it had to be this one. “Hey, good to see you.”

“Can we not do this post-breakup shit right now, Andy?” you snapped at him. “I lost something very great today to someone else.”

“I thought we could have a coffee together and talk,” he offered as you whipped your head toward him to glare at Andy.

“I’m not in the mood to have an awkward conversation about our past relationship and to hear half-hearted apologies. Your silence and the way you left me told me everything I needed to know. So please, just leave me alone.”

You walked out of the café, not wanting to see his face any longer. It still pained you too much to be close to the man breaking your heart.

Andy followed you outside, to walk next to you.

“What did you lose?” Andy asked, not giving in so easily. “Y/N?”

“I wanted to buy a house,” you exhaled sharply. “They sold it to someone else, though. I didn’t have enough money. Are you happy now?”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Where was the house?”

“Andy, can we not do this,” you pleaded. “I can’t talk to you. You just left me there at the house and refused to acknowledge my existence. You weren’t man enough to break up with me. No.You just upped and left.”

“You asked me to take off my wedding band,” he argued. “I told you about my past and everything I lost. Still, you wanted me to give up the last piece reminding me of what I have lost.”

“It’s been five years, Andy,” you stopped walking away to look at him. “Do you know how it feels when someone calls you Mrs. Barber and I have to explain that I’m not your wife? Every single time they looked at your wedding band, believing I’m your sidepiece. I only wanted to not feel like I’m your dirty little secret.”

You huffed. “But you are living in the past. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. It doesn’t matter. You will never be able to take it off. And I’ll never be able to forget how you made me feel when you left me there, at the house we wanted to fill with love and life.”

Andy could only watch you walk away. Once again, he was the one left behind.

Only this time, it was his fault alone…

Part 2

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[momentsbeforemass]

Christmas Eve

Think back to your favorite thing about Christmas.

No matter what it is, nobody remembers all of the efforts (big and small) that went into that golden Christmas memory.

Or that it wasn’t exactly perfect at the time. Even though that’s how we remember it now.

That is the problem with those golden Christmas memories. The ones that we’ve endlessly polished in our minds. The way we remember them, we’ve smoothed off all the rough spots. We’ve made them perfect.

And nothing we do now, even if it’s literally the same thing. Even if it’s actually a little bit better. Nothing we do now can never quite measure up.

The reason that happens? The reason we do that? It’s a symptom, it’s a sign of something else that’s going on. Inside us.

When that happens, it means that we’ve turned in on ourselves. That we’ve become our own standard for what’s right and what’s best.

How can I say that about your favorite Christmas memories?

First of all, this isn’t something that you and I do intentionally. This is something that we drift into, without thinking.

And second, part of why we do it is because our favorite Christmas memories actually were something wonderful. If we could look at them objectively for a moment, we would still say, “that really was great.”

So where does it go wrong for you and me? It goes wrong once we tastefully embalm our favorite Christmas memories, or anything else for that matter, until we think of them as perfect.

Once they become perfect? When we compare other things to them, even though we think we’re trying to determine whether they’re objectively the same. That’s not what we’re really doing.

What we’re really trying to do is trying to recreate the way that they made us feel. 

The problem comes once we start down that road. Because it turns us into critics. Of feelings, of things, and eventually of people. As we focus on trying to recreate feelings that grow ever better and ever more elusive as we keep remembering them.

And when that impulse to be a critic starts to boil over into comparison and complaints – as it always does in the end? It will push us away from other people. And from God.

Think about it – how much time do you want to spend around someone who’s critical of everything? Right. As little as possible. People won’t want to be around us.

And it works in the other direction as well. We won’t want to be around them. Because we’re trying to recapture something that’s better in our memory than it was when it actually happened. And nothing they say or do will ever be good enough.

The longer we let that go, the more self-isolating it becomes. And that isolation doesn’t involve not being around people. It involves walling off our hearts. Slowly. Subtly. One brick at a time. Which is worse than a sudden break with God and everyone, because we’ll never see it coming.

So what do we do about it? The answer is simpler than you think.

We see it modeled by Joseph in today’s Gospel. Where Joseph finds out that Mary is pregnant. And it’s not by him.

Joseph knew how things were supposed to go. And what was happening with Mary, that was not it. That was not how it was supposed to be.

But instead of setting himself and his feelings up as the standard that everything had to meet. Instead of setting himself up to be angry, to be hurt, to be disappointed? Joseph turned to God about it. Joseph opened his heart to God.

Which is why Joseph was able to hear the message of the angel. And why Joseph was able to receive God’s best, even though it was different from how he knew things were supposed to go.

And you’re thinking, well that sounds great. But I don’t know if I could handle that. I’m no Joseph. I don’t know that my heart’s really open to God. I mean, I don’t pray much. Half the time, I don’t even think about God.

Alright, if you want to change things. If you don’t like where comparison against an unattainable standard is taking you. If you don’t like how the voice of the critic sounds, especially when it’s your voice.

If you want to break out of that. If you want a heart that’s open to God, then here’s where it starts.

With an intentional switch, to gratitude. By following the example of the angels. By intentionally being grateful to God for all that he has done for you.

Start small, with the smallest things you can think of. The things you and I take for granted.

Then look at everything that’s happened in our lives. Those moments where we had right opportunity, the right job, the right house, the right friend, the right person.

All of the things that, if you and I are honest, we could never do on our own.

Be thankful for them. And not in some general sense. Make it real by making it specific. Make the list. Then thank every day God for everything on your list. One thing at a time. 

God is the one who brought you this far. God loves you too much to leave you. And God is the one who will keep you going. Make that your focus.

Do it by thanking God every day for everything that’s He’s done for you. From the things that you and I take for granted, to our personal moments of deliverance. From all the ways that God provides, to the greatest gift that you and I will ever receive - the gift of salvation, given to you, by name, on that first Christmas.

Know this, that if everyone else here, and everyone else in the history of ever, was without sin. And you or I were the only one who needed to be saved?

Christmas, and all that flows from it, still would have happened. That’s how much God loves you.

Make that your center. Open your heart to receive the peace that can only come from God. By making time every day for gratitude to God.

May God heal you where it hurts the most, make whole what was broken, and bless you as only He can, this Christmas and always.

Readings for Christmas Eve

[sins-and-wins-with-vix]

Everything Right/Wrong with Ninjago “Rebooted” E2: The Art of the Silent Fist

Disclaimers: Show owned by LEGO. This is not a professional review/critique - it’s mainly intended for comedy!

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- Theme ✅

- How convenient for the animators that Wu’s memories are all in third person ❌

- “No robots…” Lloyd forgets that Zane isn’t dead… yet. ❌

- Where did Nya get a green suit for Lloyd? ❌

- “There’s a reason [Wu’s] lived as long as he has.” Yeah, because he’s part of nearly every mythical, immortal creature in the book. There’s so many different forms of magical DNA in this guy that, frankly, I’m surprised he isn’t radioactive ❌

- “You guys go ahead. I will stay back and watch [the blades].” Wow, they didn’t even try to argue with him, huh? The DISRESPECT ❌

- Wait, why does Nya like Cole? We saw that the two were assigned as a perfect match, but we never saw hints of Nya actually liking him and now we’re supposed to believe she’s suddenly in love with both of them? What?? ❌

- “But Cole… Cole is not Jay (positive)…” OOOHHHHHHHHH🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

- Seriously though, this is such an awful line considering Jay is her canon love interest. And don’t say they didn’t know Jaya was gonna be canon because I do not believe there was a second they were actually going to make Cole and Nya a thing ❌

- I’m not even gonna sin them for tweaking Garmadon’s design from the end of last season because this one is objectively better ✅

- “Check out the new Sensei… lookin sharp!” Jay is a Garmadon simp confirmed and I really don’t know if that’s a sin or not anymore

- “SILENCE” *WHACK* Ohoh, I’m gonna like him, aren’t I? ✅

- How did Zane not notice the blades being stolen from in front of him? He clearly wasn’t sleeping, and Pixal later even says she wasn’t built for stealth ❌

- “Pixal? What are you doing?” “Discontinuing an old droid!” D*mn ✅

- Was that even a Pixal scream? It sounded a lot like Nya ❌

- “How about we take her apart to find out!” Jeez Kai calm down. Imagine what the others would say if he wanted to dismember a human ❌

- “Relax, not a weapon!” Then why didn’t they just bring them inside in the first place?!?! ❌

- “These nindroids are so much fas-“ Give me perfectly timed cuts for 400 Alex ✅

- “wouldn’t that mean shutting down Pixal too?” “Don’t tell Zane!” The ninja don’t even seem to consider Pixal as a living entity. They only even take her into account as a reference to Zane, nothing else. You can’t convince me they would be this chill about taking out the power if a human’s life was on the line. Basically what I’m saying is the ninja are racist ❌

- “We are all different, but I do not feel so different around you…”⬇️ ✅

- “Ever since we left I’ve been worried about [the students].” “Oh, Dareth’s looking after them.” Was that supposed to ease Cole’s worries cuz I’m pretty sure it made them worse ❌

- “Ya know, Cole, you don’t get the credit you deserve. You always put others ahead of yourself! I know the other ninja get all the attention but I just want you to know, you’re a good guy.” This is literally just the writers trying to convince us to care about Cole at a point in which such a small amount of the fandom actually did. I love Cole, I always have, but I think anyone who was in the fandom prior to the Wildbrain era can attest to how ignored he was as a character. This went off on a small rant so to clarify, I’m not sinning this because of how underrated Cole used to be (personally I think that’s more the fandom at the time’s fault than the show itself). I’m sinning this because it felt awkward and forced ❌

- “Don’t tell Jay.” Why? There was nothing inherently romantic about that line, or this situation in general, so what is there to not tell Jay? ❌

- “This is where all of Ninjago gets its power.” Zane mansplains something that even Dareth should be able to determine Pixal already knows ❌

- “I will call you Mindroid!” *angry mindroid noises* Worry not, Mindroid. One day we will join together and seek vengeance against all those who mock us with labels like “fun-sized” and “vertically challenged.” We are living versions of the pocket knife - cleverly concealed until the final moments in which we are revealed to deliver the killing blow.

- “Stupid technology!” Kai said, to the glass case ❌

- “oh who cares about probability!” this is character development… I have absolutely no idea where it came from or how Pixal developed but it sure is there ❌

- How unlucky was Pix that she just happened to land on the ONE laser we’ve seen throughout this entire episode? ❌

- *Mindroid breaks into office* “Great! Now they come in fun-sized!” ✅

- “This is no time for a lesson, Kai!” Actually, the climax generally is the time for the lesson, Jay

- The nindroids might have Storm Trooper aim but that doesn’t make it okay for the ninja to dodge in the worst possible way just to show off ❌

- Lloyd - beloved Green Bean - you’re supposed to cup the water in your hands, sweetie… not just stick your whole face in the pond like you’re bobbing for apples… ❌

- “This is why I took an oath of peace!” Why? So you and your son could get mauled by a giant, robotic dragon?? ❌

- Mindroid dies, and although killing him is 100% sinnable by death, this is actually a sin because he appears unscathed later on multiple times ❌

- Why does it take so long for Pixal to lose power? ❌

- “Your mission was important. I was not. I am to assist; I assisted.” The show never acknowledges how tragic this scene is. Well, it does, but only with Pixane, not Pixal as her own character. We constantly get to see glimpses of Pixal’s insecurities, but rarely see them built on or developed. ❌

- The only source of power for ALL of Ninjago is operated by this one tower and no one thought that was a bad idea ❌

- “We are compatible?” “Yes, yes we are.” ✅

- Look, Pixane is my favorite canon ship, but I still hate the way it happened. It was rushed, under-developed, and just didn’t feel right. ❌

- But also, Pixal only has feelings for Zane once it’s obvious that he feels that way about her so… recipromantic Pixal canon? ✅

Sentence: Mindroid coming for your kneecaps