#idk she was being pushy and difficult

[library-goblin]

Hnggg I'm teaching my first class tomorrow and I'm nervousssss. I try to keep telling myself that it's just like when I started working at the supermarket and had to learn how do work at the till, and that the first few weeks it was scary and I'd give the change back wrong or forget to give the receipt, but that within a few weeks it got a lot less scary and more fun

[dufferpuffer]

Do you think lupin and tonks were sleeping together before HBP? I’ve seen some fics write their relationship timeline like that and while I appreciate that version I’m not sure it makes sense to me from what we’re shown and with how I see lupins character, but maybe I’m wrong idk

YES I DO. Remus is a man of... 'explosive' bad decisions. He tries to prevent things but at a time of excitement he goes with the flow.

- He allows himself to go on nighttime walkabouts with his friends despite knowings its wrong every month. - He procrastinates on his potions and runs off to face Sirius Black. - He quits his job rather than stick it out with the support of most of the school kids and Dumbledore.

A woman is attracted to him. She is flirting and forward and sweet and funny and understanding and oh so cool and cute and lovely and pretty - He 'knows' he shouldn't... ...But he has never been too good at resisting things. He is more of a 'do the thing and regret it forever' sort of man.

I can't remember when Tonks announces her intentions to marry/woo Remus, but to do so without at least fucking him for awhile first... its just unrealistic. It would paint her as more childish and I just don't think that's her characterization: She is a little immature but is a capable woman. She isn't made out to be a fool. Just eager.

Remus, also, starts taking the toughest, most suicidal missions just to get away from her. That isn't because she is too pushy. Ok maybe it is a little. But it is mainly because she is too damn tempting! You don't throw yourself to the wolves unless you're trying to get away from something BIG. I think that big thing is that her affection and understanding is too strong for him - when they are together they fuck like jackrabbits. ..And eventually, they start fucking like a mated couple of wolves.

And how difficult for Tonks... When they are together he is hot-and-cold. He crawls into her arms and her bed like a lover but also acts like she is a poison, she is terrible to him, he would rather die...

Pregnancy isn't that easy to achieve if you are baseline careful. Women are only able to be impregnated like 48 hours a month, max - and even then with the healthiest people its a 1/3 chance at best.

He accidentally gets her pregnant. They were being so 'explosive' and irresponsible that it was an ACCIDENT. I have been having unprotected sex for 10 years via simply tracking my ovulation and never gotten pregnant once. Sorry if thats TMI - but it really isnt that hard to avoid pregnancy, aside from freak accidents. Maybe they had a freak accident. But being irresponsible is in Remus' blood and breath - as is 'being eager' in Tonks' blood.

I think Remus would have resistance to Tonks coming onto him, but caved relatively easily in a moment of weakness... and then continued to cave, over and over again. That is what was so magnetic about their relationship for eachother: Their moments of deep passion and affection, wrenched apart by Remus' cold feet. That's why Tonks announced her will to 'have' him publicly: To pull him in for good. To have those passionate moments forever.

That's just what I think, anyway. Tonks could handle his lust and energy on a Waxing Gibbous, be tender and affectionate on a Waning Gibbous.. and damn normal on a New Moon. How the can Remus resist someone who can handle him at his worst - and adore him at his best...?

[goldeneyedgirl]

Look! You hit me in two of my weak spots with baby-verse: first because I l-o-v-e hybrid (I got to know your fics because of that one back in 2020?? 2019?? idk) and because I also love babyfics (which is a fact I'm not particularly proud of, but yours is the only real good one I've read in a while). My question is actually about the dynamic Rosalie-Olie, because Rose is a character who has a difficult story with babies, and I think the way you write her is so cute and honest with her character. In the story, is this whole thing a healing experience for her or would you say it's more painful? And how her relationship with Alice changes (if it changes) with that? (Also I have to add that I'm loving FicMas so far, it's like the ultimate Jalice event on this fandom in my opinion)

Anon! Thank you so much for enjoying Hybrid. That is the most self-indulgent fic to date and for a while, it felt like everyone was politely ignoring that so it always makes me SO happy that Hybrid has a fanbase? It's unhinged, it's meant to be a bunch of fun, I love that people want to read it.

And thank you for the incredible comment about baby-verse. I am indifferent to kidfics, honestly, and most of them are terrible. Baby-verse spawned mostly out of frustration and spite about the state of baby fics and how deeply unequipped Alice and Jasper are to be parents in any universe. It would never be a choice they made for themselves, and I think if you want to stay true to them as characters, you need to recognize that. But that's a rant for another day.

SO, about Hybrid!Rose. It's really both? I think that it reopens a very raw wound for Rose, but in a way that allows it to heal stronger. She'll never have babies, but she gets to watch her favourite brother's son grow up and be a part of that? It's very bittersweet and complicated for her, definitely.

This is a version of Rosalie that thinks Alice is erratic and childish and has a bad temper, and she has no idea why Jasper is so in love with her. Rose is not a fan at all; she just tolerates Alice better than Bella because Alice isn't human and giving up a Normal Life to be with Jasper, and because Jasper isn't making his relationship with Alice a family priority - Jasper would actually prefer less family involvement.

And then Alice walks in holding this beautiful baby boy that looks so much like Jasper, Rosalie knows instantly that this is her nephew. In that first moment, it's love at first sight. Rose will die for Oliver without a second thought.

The pain comes later, and Emmett does a lot of heavy lifting there, letting Rose hurt and emote over the fact that life isn't fair and reminding her that she needs to find the good in the situation. She can grieve her own dreams and celebrate Oliver at the same time. No one in their family is going to begrudge her for hurting, but she cannot place her suffering or her healing solely on Oliver's shoulders. (And Rose does support Emmett through a similar thing - that it fucking hurts that the one family member who has expressed his lack of interest in children suddenly has a healthy son.)

It takes time - Rose desperately wants a distinctive place in Oliver's life, and she knows that having a friendship with Alice is necessary to that, so Rose tries. She's polite and friendly, and tries not to offer unsolicited advice or abscond with Oliver when Alice is at the Cullens. She's intensely aware that Jasper needs to bond with his son before she gets to bond with her nephew, and that Alice makes all the decisions whilst Jasper is still coming to terms with being a father.

Most of the time, Rose is successful, but sometimes she gets a little pushy - especially when it comes to things that would keep Oliver closer to the Cullens. Rose is a big advocate for Alice and Jasper to immediately get married, and a lot of that is seizing the opportunity to have Oliver in the house full-time. Alice is not interested in marriage - she's only eighteen and she has her own family, and she and Jasper are still working through their issues - and honestly, Emmett's relieved because he doesn't think Rose is ready to have the baby around 24/7.

But Alice and Rose do slowly form a friendship. It's a basis of mutual respect - Rose respects the fact that Alice is now apart of the family, that she's a capable mom and a good partner for Jasper. Alice respects the fact that this is really hard for Rose, and change doesn't come easy for vampires. And they both adore Ollie and want him to have a happy, normal childhood. Alice does trust Rose with Ollie in a way that she doesn't trust anyone else at the beginning - a mutual understanding of the maternal instinct, perhaps? And as Oliver grows up, Alice and Rose end up being friends on their own merits - they both like fashion, they both like fast cars, and they both have loud and clear opinions.

Oliver is also very, very close to Auntie Ro and Uncle Em - he grows up with both of them dropping any task to play with him, with special sleepovers, with having Rose and Emmett spoil him and love on him so much. So as much as Rosalie will always mourn not being a mother, being able to be there for Ollie's childhood is healing.

(And thank you. Ficmas started as a bit of a silly thing, I am so glad that everyone enjoys it. Definitely thinking of mixing it up for 2024 with an actual request form so I can see What The People Want.)

[walkeddeath]

SPICY META THINGS FROM A MEME I CANT FIND-

(this got long so it's goin under a read more)

kink — what are their kinks? do they have a primary kink? are there any kinks they'd be interested in trying? are there any kinks they don't like or aren't interested in trying?

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gen has quite a few kinks, primarily and at the very top being a praise kink as well as a reassurance kink. this is both a receiving and giving sort of thing. other than those two, there's a list and some specifics would be: breath play, biting, impact play, knife play, wax play, bondage, denial, begging, edging, and a handful more but those are the highlights. she's pretty open to trying most things, hard limits are heavy degradation and rly most extreme kinks.

cum — how long does it take to make them cum? do they have any kinks relating to cum? do they like when their partner(s) cum(s) inside them? do they like cumming inside their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) cum on any of their body parts? do they like cumming on any of their partner(s)' body parts?

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it depends on different factors but abt an average amount of time. as for kinks i guess swallowing & denial?? idk?? they do like and kinda prefer her partners to cum inside of them, she has an iud but will default to whatever the other prefers. body part wise she's cool with it it's fine she won't complain it also depends on the person.

dirty talk — are they turned on by dirty talk? turned off by dirty talk? is there anything they like their partner(s) to appeal to when talking dirty with them?

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dirty talk is a huge plus! as stated praise and reassurance are her weakness. they're easy to fluster but she likes when it happens. 80% of the time they will instigate and egg it on.

dynamic — are they dominant? do they like to be dominated? how do they show their dominance? how do they show their partner(s) they want to be dominated? are they more versatile or does it depend on the context/their partner(s)?

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this is highly dependent on the person and situation. gen is a brat and submissive at the end of the day but will sometimes like to be a lil more dominant . it's more a play for power like she's a lil silly like that. still all this is super dependent on the person and their specific dynamic. when it comes to showing how they want to be , it's a lot of challenging or straight up telling her partner. if she's feeling overwhelmed or stressed it's a chance for her to just not have to think or make five million decisions.

positions — what are their favorite sex positions? do they have a singular favorite sex position? are there any positions they would like to try? are there any positions they don't like?

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she's open to trying any positions but she loves to be on top.

queen — are they a size queen? do they prefer length, girth, or both? do they like textures?

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i gotta be real idk what the texture thing means so i'm not sure what gen's thoughts on it are but overall they have no real preference on any of that.

sexting — do they like sexting their partner(s)? do they ever send nudes? do they like receiving nudes? do they find sexting more or less difficult/fun than curating sexual experiences in real life? are they any different while sexting than they are during real life sexual experiences?

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she does like to sext and will send nudes! frequently at theee worst times and usually does it on purpose. receiving nudes is something they do not mind and do enjoy . with sexting, gen is a lot more button pushy / bratty like idk the exact word just she likes to be a lil mean and see just how far they can push the other BUT AGAIN AS WITH ALL OF THIS it depends on who is is and the overall dynamic. some people she's super soft with others she's a lil b.

[itlivesproject]

*SPOILERS* Any wise words for someone who is struggling to like Amalia?? She really grinds my gears on a personal lvl, i do appreciate her character and role within the narrative thats *chefs kiss* but shes so pushy 😭😭😭 like girly no one is stopping u from doing lawyer things without me! And then when she got deleted from the UoO system she really struggled to see the big picture??? If we know the Power deleted her, why does she insist on doing things in a normal capacity???

I hope this made sense and didnt come off to rambly, despite my grieviences with Amalia I wouldnt delete her from the game or anything, i do like what she represents and honestly this enitre game is just the best thing to occur this year!

Here are some wise words. Also, I did not intend for this to be so long 😅

Consider things from Amalia's perspective. Although we are playing as the mc, rowan (i'm gonna call them that in this response) is not the center of the universe and everything Amalia does for them, she doesn't have to. Ro begged Amalia to join them in hunting monsters and terrifying dogs and she hesitated a grand total of like three seconds before giving in. At the beginning of the game, Amalia (whose school literally starts in less than a week) is sacrificing her time to help Ro get settled in for school, find an apartment, and basically taking care of all the practical things that Ro would genuinely forget about if left to themselves. She gives up her summers (which she could spend working or studying or taking extra courses) to help Ro on their personal vendetta against power creatures, and consistently puts her life on the line for Ro. So when you consider her being pushy or perhaps selfish for worrying about her future and wanting Ro's support for once... maybe think about all the times she's supported you first.

You must understand just how important Amalia's future is to her. Aside from Rowan and her family, her goals and ambitions are the most important thing in her life for a few reasons. One, she feels like she can make a difference in peoples' lives and needs to do so. Two, she wants to make her parents' sacrifices worth it and make something great of herself. Three, she doesn't want to have to depend on anyone, she wants to be fully independent and take care of herself so she can help take of others. Like I love Noah but mans completely depends on Connor for his survival lol. Amalia doesn't want that. Idk if you've been through college, but she had one more year left!! One more! Imagine the prospect of having to start over from scratch after the hundreds of hours you've spent in class, on assignments, studying, and not to mention the money she spent that she won't be able to get back. This is probably the most difficult thing that has happened to her, not just in the sense that it's a hard thing, but in the sense that she was just royally screwed. Her future is on the line, and for the first time, she wants Rowan's support like she's always supported Rowan.

She is pushy about Rowan going to college but that's because she's a good friend! She knows that this isn't sustainable long-term and she doesn't want Rowan to wind up dead in a ditch someday. Hunting is dangerous for two reasons: physically you might get killed, and when you're hunting you're not preparing for your future. How is Rowan going to make money? Get a job? Ro doesn't have a family to support them and they need to learn to take care of themself. Amalia supports Rowan enough to go along with them and make sure they're safe while chasing monsters while also trying to encourage them to be smart and make choices that will benefit them long-term in life. That's not being pushy, that's being an actual good friend who cares more about what's good for you than only saying what you want to hear.

Finally, consider that Amalia and Rowan have no idea that their story is taking place in the final installment of the It Lives series. The Power has been causing problems for decades, centuries even! Why would Amalia have any reason to think that their investigation will actually end anything? As far as she can tell, fighting the Power is like trying to stop a boat leak by putting your finger over it. It's like the meme guy slapping a piece of paper over the giant leak. She views your situation as powerless. She supports Ro not because she thinks they'll actually make much of a difference, but because she knows Ro is going through it and will do this with or without her, so she figures she may as well be there as much as she can to keep Ro safe. But in her opinion, the Power is unstoppable, unbeatable, and it's best to just step away from it and try to live life as normally as you can. You're not the main character of the universe, this isn't your problem, you should try to live your life and be responsible and have a future.

So this is my list to understand Amalia and her perspective better 🤠 oh and thanks for enjoying and supporting the game, we truly appreciate it 💖

[squiddokiddo]

Your boi Gordo for the ask game! ^^

Hi thanks for asking, sorry for the late reply.

My boi Gordo, ok.

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First impression:

I like this one, idk why I like this one but he's my favourite. It's a good job he's T4's pilot because I already decided that she's my favourite Thunderbird.

Impression now:

Gordon has been a staple in my life for a long time now, he has been a source of comfort through my most difficult times, thunderbirds has been my safe space since I was 12 with Gordon being right in the center of it. His sunshine has helped me battle abuse, neglect, trauma, mental illness, suicidal thoughts and self harm. I'm always able to seek some comfort from this dork when I can't find it anywhere else. (Which probably sounds a bit sad and cringe but whatever)

He's my favourite character, I absolutely love him to pieces. He's such a goofy sweetheart, all I want to do is give him a great big cuddle.

Favourite Moment:

You're asking me to narrow down only one favourite moment?? I'm going to list a couple because I have many favourite moments.

•His first rescue in Ring of Fire.

This moment solidified his position as my favourite character. I also love the lighting effects in lab scene, yes.

• Comforting Ned in Under Pressure and Aiden in extraction.

Gords has this natural talent of keeping others calm, he is understanding and never pushy or judgemental of other people's feelings and I love that about him.

•Up from the depths

Gords was an absolute badass in part one and in part two was the rebuild of Thunderbird 4 and all the emotion that went with it. You can really see how much he loves T4, he was absolutely crushed (pun intended) that his 'Bird was in that state. Poor squid. ( ´:︵:`)

•Babysitting Tom in Icarus

This one shows off his sweet and caring side and shows him being a responsible big bro figure. I like how he's also never critical of Tom's shyness and is only ever supportive towards him, as someone who's anxiety makes them clam up and go quiet, the way Gordon treats Tom is a great example of how to help out someone who's anxiety is getting to them.

Having that metaphorical or physical hand to hold for support can also be super helpful.

Idea for a story:

Uhh I'm bad at these.

I'm going to go with a Fuse redemption arc that is kick-started with Gordon saving Fuse's ass and Fuse having all these intense conflicting emotions about it.

Surprise that Gordon would save him after how he hurt him, confusion as to why would he want to rescue him, guilt because he feels like he didn't deserve to be rescued, gratefulness because his life was saved, fear because what if the Hood finds out? What if IR has ulterior motives for sparing his life?

Fuse then breaks down and apologises for his actions and begs IR to help him as he can't take anymore of the Hood's abuse and he can't go back to being under the Hood's control.

Virg is sympathetic but wary and Gords just gives Fuse a hug, telling him that he forgives him and that they'll protect him and find him a safe place to go.

Unpopular opinion:

I don't think Gords would like alcohol that isn't flavoured, he probably only drinks the fruitiest ciders and cocktails with swizzle-straws and cute little umbrellas. Also like I said with Scott and his drinking habits, because of his job Gordon can't afford to get even the slightest bit tipsy let alone be a drunken party animal, plus I think he's responsible enough to not let himself get flat out hammered.

Outside of fic I'm not all that keen on the scene in City Under the Sea where Kayo pulls off a move in Thunderbird 4 and Gordon's like "Wow I didn't even know it could do that". Not only does it present Kayo as a Mary-Sue kind of a character but more annoyingly, it presents Gordon as being clueless in his own field of expertise.

Favourite relationship:

I think probably his relationship with big bro Virgil, the two of them are so obviously close and they care about eachother so much.

Gordon and Parker are fun and they make an unstoppable team, I kinda feel bad for Gords though because Parker likes to give him a hard time for no reason. Gordon is the only Tracy brother that Parker doesn't call "Mister/Master/Sir" unless Parker wants something from him or is being sarcastic.

The poor boy is doing his best Parker, give him a break!!

Favourite headcanon:

Gordon suffers from PTSD after the hydrofoil accident, I know I've said this one before but I feel like this headcanon is important.

His PTSD is manageable and he has made massive leaps and bounds in his recovery but there are certain things that trigger him.

•Certain brands of disinfectant that were used in the hospital he stayed at and the places he did physiotherapy. The family completely avoid using anything that smells like those cleaning products in the house, in the infirmary or on the 'Birds because the scent sends Gordon into an emotional spiral.

•Certain brands of detergent and washing powder, for the same reasons above.

•Being a patient, he's way more comfortable getting treatment from his brothers or grandma than going into hospital,the idea of having to go to hospital send him into a blind panic, he's been known to hide injuries just to avoid going there.

On the other hand though, he's perfectly ok with being the caretaker and treating other people for injuries or administering medication and painkillers. It's just being on the receiving end that bothers him.

•Despite hating hospitals, as long as he isn't the patient the panic element goes away. Hospitals make him feel uneasy but he'll brave going into a hospital to visit or look after someone else.

•For a long time after the accident, being poked on his lower back without warning would send him into a bit of a shock response and he would freeze up. Over time this response has gotten less and less intense but his family still avoid touching that part of his back unannounced.

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Yeah I hope this is ok, I'm sorry it's so long, I could ramble on about Gordon for hours.

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Scott

Virgil

John

[aprilthebiqueen]

Could you share some tips about making friends (that you may even meet irl?) on Tumblr?

(I have social anxiety and people with pre-existing blogs always seem so cool and idk how to interact without coming off as too "pushy?" [especially since text can be difficult to get the right tone accross with] )

Hi anon,

I don’t really have tips because both of them found me and continued to keep the conversation going over time. I’m super shy and also just super scared of messaging people first lol.

I have another friend who I hope to meet but she lives across the country.

General tips for making friends though:

If they post about their interests on their blog, that’s a good place to start! For example, if someone talks about loving art, that might be a great conversation piece. Also if they’re into certain shows, etc. Finding someone who has similar interests makes it easier.

If they post about having pets, I can’t speak for anyone else but I get super excited when people ask me about my dogs. They’re my world and something I’m always happy to talk about.

I find that if you send a starting message like “Hey! I saw you posted about ____. I also really love ____.” And then maybe ask a question related.

Being pushy would be messaging them multiple times when they’ve never talked to you before. I think it’s fairly okay to send someone a message as long as they don’t have it written any their blog to not message them.

Does anyone else have tips? I am not great at this.

[yuyu-bi]

i hate being pushy but like....if i ask for a list of smth in the beginning of the week that i need for next week, get no response, ask again in the middle of the week, get told smth will be sent to me today...only to be told then that i’ll get smth on the day smth is supposed to be due like...i’m trying to accommodate YOU just bc you told me you wanted some bills proposed...this is most likely the last we’re meeting until later this year so i’m trying to help you actually have another okay agenda lmao

most likely none of those bills are going on the agenda just bc i’ve put off writing the ones i did suggest under the thought that maybe if i saw the other bills, maybe i could tweak the agenda a bit but i guess that is not happening so oh well i guess i tried maybe she doesnt want these bills to be on the agenda badly enough idk im done 

maybe i’m not cut out for this committee idk but it’s like the only one i’m the main aide on so i’m trying to make it work i really am but it’s difficult 

how hard is it just to send a list w some numbers on it??? like actually especially if you were keeping them in mind i assumed the list was already done she told me this like in the beginning of the month lmaooo  

im trying to be cordial but this is actually starting to piss me off just the lack of communication 

[dex-starr]

Man being stuck on someone who left is not great. It’s not like I haven’t been trying to move on, but it’s also not like things are the same either. I think I’ve looked at the situation from every angle possible even including hers. We both could have done better, but that hindsight doesn’t help. I know for sure I could have done way better too. Sometimes I don’t know if it’s me grieving a relationship I thought would last for the rest of my life. Or if it’s me grieving that when I did get diagnosed it was too late and had affected the people closest to me too much. Or the fact that all of these things I was doing I was doing like an idiot because I didn’t take the responsibility of also getting help too and asked someone else to do so for themselves (in an extremely not good way) because I couldn’t help them and I just wanted them to be okay. The intention there doesn’t excuse me, bc I didn’t push myself too. Or maybe I’m grieving all three of these choices, I mean this girl did mean a lot to me. Still means a lot to me. If I was pushy I would still be trying to get a message to her, but all I can do is respect her choices at this point. As much as I wish it didn’t happen. I think what tears me up too is I could’ve avoided this happening if I had the information I have now and had done the work on myself that I have done.

Like the biggest example I can think of is just emotional dysregulation making me seem insensitive in some ways, I’m not actually trying to be. I’m not trying to seem like I’m annoyed either, it was worse when my body was in rougher shape because I just felt like shit all the time even more than I do now so I would just react disproportionately there. I remember I had what my brain considered a small blow up but in retrospect to her it was definitely major because it was just for literally nothing and just more-so me being tired from emotional labor and just like wanting to relax and not think about something that I couldn’t quite figure out yet. At the time I didn’t even think of my reaction but not even 5 minutes after it I felt like shit because it wasn’t me and it certainly wasn’t her fault. She was just talking about something that would make her happy. I don’t know if I’m grieving because of all of these mistakes, the loss of her or the realization of how much I’ve been hampering myself all these years. I know it’s felt rough at times but finding out that things have actually been more difficult because of things out of your control sucks. Like I’m still getting screened for autism too so idk if that’s gonna be another thing to add to the growing list.

[vidalinav]

Look if you want further proof that SJM is out of touch with the books she’s previously written, here’s another: 

Feyre in acowar literally goes, “I scrambled to say something, to apologize, but... not in front of him. She (Nesta) wouldn’t want this conversation in front of Cassian.” Which just proves that she knows Nesta’s temperament and she’s a lot more compassionate and aware about her sisters situation (though not perfect) than she’s made out to be in acosf, where’s she’s literally like no thought, head empty, baby is taking my braincells and my autonomy. This understanding comes at a point where Nesta isn’t even standoffish and aloof yet (understandably), but when she’s just even more difficult to deal with in person (understandably) because she’s angry about what has happened to her, and which has much more relevance to the claim that oh Nesta needs to make up for something she did in acotar.  

Where were these critical thinking skills in acosf? Which is why I say that acosf is a disservice to all characters. In the pursuit of being as inconsistent as possible, almost nothing in this book connects dots or is reasonable. You have to pretend like you know absolutely nothing from previous books, for this one to have substance. You have to be SJM and never re-read, because there’s no way that Feyre or Cassian for that matter who are generally pushy enough to get what they want and never back down, are just about to forget who Nesta is and just be like... nah. It’s okay. This intervention is totally the way to go, there’s absolutely no other solution like idk communication skills which have been previously used before and have not been used since. 

[trueshellz]

OMG I HAVE A IDEA can u do Osamu, kuroo, sakusa with a S/o who is drunk and when the haikyuu character tries to help her/ take care of her she’s like “I have a boyfriend” and acts defensive even tho he is her bf? (Idk if this makes sense but I think it’s so cute)

Thanks for the request babe! Totally makes sense, I promise.

Osamu

You were our celebrating your promotion with your work colleagues, unfortunately Osamu had to work late at his shop and couldn't make it for the beginning, only coming in near the end. Your friends had decided to start working their way through the cocktail menu and by the time he arrived you were pretty much away with with fairies.

"Babe, why did ya drink so much? Yer gonna be hungover as hell tomorrow."

Osamu sighed as he half carried and half manoeuvred you to the car. By the time he arrived, you were on your 12th drink and he had to grab you off the table and fling you over his shoulder before you started a dance party.

"Excuse me, you... are v'ry pretty...but I have a boyfriend. He's g'na kick your butt."

Osamu snorted as you pointed your finger in his face. Your eyes were closed as you walked and you were carrying your shoes in your hand. The jacket to your suit was slung over his arm as you both walked and he held your handbag in his hand. He couldn't help but laugh as he saw you now, this morning you had looked all put together as you left for work with your hair pinned up and suit pristine. While you looked gorgeous even now, the tidy professional had been replaced with a messy drunkard.

"Really now? Well, I just wanna make sure ya safe. I'll drive ya home to yer boyfriend. Okay?"

You sighed dreamily, leaning into him as you waved your arms around. "'Samu is so lovely. So handsome... he works so... so... hard too." You straightened and pointed your finger in his face, mood now fierce. "But! He's v'ry strong too. He used to be a volleyball player. I miss him wearing those shorts. His ass looked so good."

You held one hand up in front as if squeezing something and your boyfriend couldn't help but shake his head. He had to force himself not to laugh at your words as he put you in the car. Buckling you in, he cushioned your head on your discarded jacket and stroked your hair behind your ear. Your eyes had drifted closed, head lolling on the window as he drove you both back home. As the streets drove by, he could see you from he corner of his eyes. You looked so cute and peaceful propped up on the door and he couldn't help but reach over and caress you face.

As he peered over from the corner of his eyes, he couldn't help but smile at how fierce you defended yourself. He knew you'd never stray, you weren't the type to cheat on him. You were still mumbling about your 'boyfriend' in your drunken haze when you both got home.

As he tucked you into bed, placed some painkillers and a bottle of water on your cabinet. Removing your skirt and tights, he placed them in the wash before pulling down your bra and hanging it on the wardrobe. He knew you would complain in the morning about having wires poking you in the chest. As he climbed into bed, he felt your arms curl around him as you settled onto his chest, your hands patting his ass.

"So pretty 'Samu."

Kuroo

It was your birthday and you were our celebrating with your friends at a local bar. The whole thing had been a surprise, with a huge cake and the venue booked out for the whole night. Between the food and cake, you had drunk your body weight in alcohol while dancing with your friends.

"Tetsuro, come and take your girlfriend home. She's falling asleep."

Glancing at you, he saw your head flop onto the bar as you sat with girlfriends. The shoes you came in had now been discarded on the floor next to you and your hair was down from the ponytail you had put it in. He walked over and scooped you up bridal style.

"Put me down!"

Your words were accompanied by a smack on his arms as he put you into his car. Kuroo laughed as you tried to struggle out his grasp, wiggling to get out.

"My boyfriend is gonna beat you up."

"I'm sure he is kitten".

"Don't call me that. Let go of me!"

Shaking his head, Kuroo opened the back door and slowly put you in, trying his hardest not to smack your head on the roof of the vehicle. Something that proved difficult when you started to move around again.

Bending down and leaning on the door, he reached across and tied your seat belt.

"Look. Let me get you home safely and you can go see your boyfriend ok? I'll even call him now."

You held your pinky finger up to him. "Promise?"

He shook his head and matched his finger to yours, curling it and touching thumbs as you always did. "Promise." Watching as you nodded your head, he closed the door and drove you home, the journey itself was interesting as you kept shouting at him. Tell him he was going the wrong way (he wasn't), telling him you were hungry (he grabbed you some fries and chicken nuggets) and then telling him he was being a pervert for looking at you in the rear view mirror (which he totally was, obviously).

Parking the car and carrying you inside, he shook his head as you started stripping off between the front door and the bedroom, complaining it was too hot. As he trailed after you, he picked up your dress and bra from the floor and put them in the washing basket. Reaching the bedroom, he saw you flat on your face passed out asleep on the bed, looking adorable as hell.

"Baby."

You groaned at him, swatting him away.

Rummaging through his drawers, he grabbed a t shirt and held you up to pull it over your head. While you were hot now, he was well aware that you would be cold in the middle of the night, your feet often blocks of ice as you slept in bed.

Pulling the sheet down the bed around you, he put you in bed and climbed in after you. Immediately you latched onto him, arms and legs tangled with his almost pushing him off the bed.

"Baby, we're gonna fall out the bed."

"I love you Tetsu."

"Love you too kitten."

Sakusa

Sakusa wasn't fond of going out much, it was too loud and everyone was drunk. He didn't like being here and really wanted to go home but you had organised a party for him celebrating his win at Nationals and he didn't want to upset you.

Most of the night had been okay, you had invited a sufficient number of people and chosen a restaurant he approved of. The dress you wore was beautiful, something you had bought with him a few weeks ago. Looking over, he couldn't help but smile seeing how your face lit up when you waved across the room at him. He knew people looked at him odd, you were the opposite of him in every way. Where he was quiet and reserved, you were bubbly and cute, something he loved about you. No matter how you were feeling, you were always positive and smiling.

By the time it got to 1am, Sakusa realised that he hadn't seen you for a while. He had been sitting with his teammates, under your explicit instructions to socialise, but he couldn't see you anywhere. Excusing himself, he walked around to see you chugging champagne from the bottle as you sat in the corner of the bar, your bare feet were swinging and you had discarded your jacket.

"Honey, you're going to be sick."

"Mmm. Nope."

"Honey." He tried to reach over and take the bottle from you, knowing very well that you would be hungover as hell tomorrow. Champagne and you for some reason didn't end well.

"My boyfriend says it's ok."

For a second, Sakusa stopped and then realised what had happened.

"It's me, love. Kiyoomi. Your boyfriend."

You peered at him, eyes narrowed as you scanned him from head to toe. He looked like your boyfriend. Was dressed like your boyfriend. But why would he be here? Omi hated stuff like this.

"My Omi would never come here. He doesn't like places like this."

Shaking his head, he wiped his hand down his face and stepped closer to you. "Your Omi was forced to come here by his girlfriend. And unfortunately he has a huge soft spot for loud and pushy girlfriends."

You shook your head vehemently. "Nuh uh."

Sighing, Sakusa pried the bottle way from your hands and placed it on the bar away from you. Grabbing you by the hips, he tugged you down and picked up your shoes before helping you to the car. Kiyoomi hadn't drunk much, he didn't like the feeling of being out of control especially in public, so he knew he would be driving you both home.

Placing you in the car and driving you home, he helped you up the stairs and put you carefully on the sofa as he locked the doors and checked everything before opening the covers on the bed for you. When he returned back to the living room, you had fallen asleep with your head back.

"Tsk you're going to hurt your neck that way, love."

Picking you up bridal style, he placed you on the bed before having a quick shower. Not wanting to dirty the clean sheets, he took your tights and dress off before pulling one of your tops over your head. Taking your hair down, something that would annoy you otherwise, he turned off the lights and pulled you close.

"Omi..." You mumbled into his chest.

"Yes, love?"

"This guy tried to hit on me. But I told him I had a boyfriend. He left me alone after that." You nuzzled closer and Kiyoomi smiled as he thought back. "Bet he knew who you were. My strong boyfriend." You patted his chest lovingly.

"Good night love."

"Night night, Omi"

[ashstfu]

the girl ive been with for over 4 years randomly decided to never talk to me again and ive asked her for an explanation a bunch of times but all i got was 'theres nothing to talk about'. we've seen each other a few times because of common friends and she keeps sending me mixed signals and saying a lot of weird things(but at the same time she didn't greet me at all or even acknowledged me in some conversations when i was trying to talk to her). i literally dont know what to do i cant stop thinking about this, ive accepted that i have to move on but i wouldve liked to get some closure instead of blatantly being ignored and some really confusing words(ive talked to some people and they said she's really weird for leading me on for no apparent reason). please help!!

omg i don't want to ruin things so i'm not sure if you should take my advice or not but.. let go and ignore her! i mean it's obvious that she's not the love of your life, you'll meet many people and you'll love them. more than her. you'll eventually forget about her?? idk.. acknowledge the situation. understand that she has chosen to have it that way. but detach from that situation and deliberately move towards living your life and pursuing happiness.. do not get desperate to have a closure from her. your mental health is important to you and not the need of that sicko who did not give you closure. it will take away your peace as desperation and depending on another puts you in a state of fix and rumination about a situation, numbness to everything else that is happening or shuts you off from experiencing the immense and pleasant posiblities in life. is it difficult to detach?- yes. is it possible to detach and move on? also yes. you might have a strong feeling that you are entitled to an explanation/closure and can even ask for one but getting it is not in your control. if you persuade and it gets to a point of being pushy, she may totally avoid you and make you feel like a stalker on further perusal. what is an entitlement in your eyes, becomes hounding in his eyes. for you, that will amount to untold pain and heartache and not worthy an experience because it is obvious that the sicko did not seem fit to give a closure and hence, the relationship with her, what ever it was, has ended. i don't know what i just wrote idk i'm so bad at this please don't hate me.

[unknownwriting]

Hey! Hey! Hey! It's me the peanut! And yes you did my two requests GOOD! 😊 👍 Sooo can I request a Haikyuu scenario/one shot (idk if scenario and one shot are the same) of Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, Takahiro x fem! Bit shy! Fem! S/O? Okay the fem! S/O can sing and play guitars. Only her friends know it. But the rest no one. Not even Aoba Johsai 3rd years knows it. The four know S/O a bit, they have seen in class and once a while in hall like ye know and they know she's a bit shy. Okay her friends saying to show her talent and bit show off. Helping her to bring Guitar amplifier and she the S/O holds a cool electric guitar. And they bring in cafeteria and it's lunch break. S/O is nervous and becomes more shy. One of her friends shout something to everyone pay attention, S/O becomes mooooore nervous. They grab a microphone, microphone is also from (name). S/O take deep breath and close her eyes, so she thinks she's alone. She sings the song Nothing else matters by Metallica. (Thanks to my dad I know this song. It's a beautiful song.) And S/O sings in rock version. Yeeaaaah!!!! She plays the electric guitar, after couple minutes she sings and she also does the guitar solo. Now what will the Aoba Joshai 3rd years think.👀🤭 hehehe. After she's done. She's sitting and her heart races and she feels actually really happy. She has only sing for her friends and family but never for school. Now or later the four boys will come to her and give comment about her and her music. The rest you can decide how it goes.

Sorry if this was long request. 😅 And hope it's not difficult.

Summary- With a small push form her friends, (Y/n) decides to show off her skills to the school. While she is, she unknowingly catches the attention of Aoba Johsai’s 3rd year volleyball players.

Character(s)- Toru Oikawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Issei Matsukawa, Takahiro Hanamaki

Word count- 2.1k

Song inspiration- nothing else matters - Metallica

Warnings- none :)

A/n- omg I’m so sorry for the wait, work decided to take over my week, and I was supposed to have it off, these are a little rush and I decided to give it kinda a open ending but I hope you enjoy 💕

(Y/n) cursed each one of her friends. Every one of them. (Y/n) hoped to leave Aoba Johsai quietly, she was happy with how everything was. Everything was relatively quiet, she had a few close friends, good grades, and was happy staying out of the spotlight. Yet her friends just had to come up with a mess that up for her. They just had to open their mouths and say something. There was a small part of her that was kinda happy that they called her out, maybe this could be her time to shine. But that sometimes, there was no need to call her out. So many things can go wrong. What if her voice cracks, what if everyone makes fun of her, what if she just ends up embarrassing herself. It was those types of thoughts that really made (Y/n) not want to do this. They just haunted the back of her mind, but she was already too far into this to just quit. A little part of her was also curious to see what’s going to happen afterward, what’s going to be the reaction from the others, will they like it, how will this change her outcome of graduation.

As all those thoughts began to fill her mind, (Y/n)’s friend around her all began to finish up the preparations for the small little concert she was going to put on. Because it was (Y/n)‘s friend's idea, they were in charge of it. They planned the event, got the time and place, all the equipment, and made sure that everything was going to go smoothly. All (Y/n) had to do was make sure her voice was warmed up and that she brought her guitar, which she definitely made sure to do. Her guitar is one of those things where it provides her comfort, even if she doesn’t play it just holding it gives her some type of reassurance. With her friends almost finishing the preparations her heartbeat began to grow more and more. (Y/n) could hear it all throughout her body. It wasn’t even going to be a big performance, just a small one during lunch. It’s not like it was at an assembly, people could either stay and watch or just walk by. Whatever they do, it’s still going to be embarrassing. (Y/n) doesn’t talk much to other people, besides her friends, and now she’s going to be singing in front of the whole school? Oh, how the stress and anxiety were eating at her. She slowly began to pick at the strings on her guitar, playing a small part of the song softly. If she knew one thing, it’s that (y/n) had picked one of her favorite songs she knows like the back of her hand. So at least she won’t stumble or mess up the words. Softly humming the song too, (y/n) could slowly feel herself calm down, it wasn’t by much but it was enough to where she would be able to stand on top of the stage without shaking. At least there’s that.

“(Y/n), you ready?” (Y/n) flinched at the sound of her friend's voice. She was hoping that it would take them longer, but the longer they take the more (Y/n) anxiety would build. (Y/n) lifted her head from her guitar and stared at her friend. They could easily tell that (Y/n) had a lot going through her mind. Putting a reassuring hand on (Y/n)‘a shoulder, her friend spoke up once again,

“You ready? We’re all finished.”

“Uh…y-yeah I guess.” (Y/n) nodded as she stood up, clutching her guitar in her arms. Her friend let out a small scoff as (Y/n) followed behind with heavy footsteps. Her heart was pounding with both fear and excitement as she walked up and onto the stage.

Was the cafeteria always this bright? Were there always this many people? All this worrying was not good for her. Luckily, even though there are so many people, none of them seem to catch the eye of (Y/n) yet. They all seemed to be absorbed in their conversation. A few would glance in her direction but then look away just as fast. She was hesitant, very hesitant. As soon as she walks to center stage, mostly everyone's eyes were gonna be on her.

“Come on, don’t back down now.” Her friend chimed in, giving (Y/n) a small push. She stumbled forwards a bit before spinning away and softly glaring at her.

“Yeah, it’s your time to shine~ They’re all gonna love your voice. I know I do.”

“Coward.”

“Huh? Coward?” (Y/n) gasped at the word. If she was a coward she wouldn’t have agreed to do something like this in the first place, “I-I’m not a coward, I agreed to this whole thing!”

“Then go up there and prove it. Until you do imma keep calling you a coward.”

“Alright, alright I’m going.” (T/n) puffed her cheeks as she spun on her heel and stood center stage, as she fixed her guitar strap and her mic, she quietly muttered to herself, “Jeez talk about peer pressure….”

Even though they were pushy about they meant well. If it wasn’t for them and giving (Y/n) the push she needed she would’ve chickened out a while ago. Now standing center stage, more people began to look over in her direction. Their glances wouldn’t stay long before they looked back. Still extremely nervous, (Y/n) fixed her mic once again, before she steadied her fingers on the first cords. Taking one a deep breath to clear her mind, (Y/n) you closed her eyes and strummed the first chords. Although her eyes were close she could feel everyone’s attention shift to her because of how quiet it was.

For now, she was just doing the small guitar solo. It the easiest part of the song, and an easy way to calm her nerves. With her eyes being closed, she was able to avoid the states of others and with the small solo she was able to build up her confidence, now it’s all she has to do is sing. Taking a sharp inhale, she began,

“So close, no matter how far

Couldn't be much more from the heart”

~~

“Hey, Iwa-chan you hear that?” Oikawa had stopped on his tracks as soon as he heard the sound of a guitar-playing softly. Turning around he noticed that they had just passed the entrance to the cafeteria, Oikawa took a wild guess and said that where their music was coming from. Iwaizumi noticed that Oikawa wasn’t following behind him anymore so he turned around and saw that Oikawa's attention was on the cafeteria.

“Huh?”

“It sounds like some type of performance.” Oikawa pointed out again, as he began to walk towards the door.

“Oh, yeah, wasn't that one girl singing something today?” Iwaizumi quickly followed after him.

“Was she?” Oikawa questioned, as the 2 of them made it to the door. They were both taken off guard once they saw (Y/n) standing up there. They knew (Y/n) but they didn’t know her close at all. The 3 shared a few classes and passed each other in the hallways, but that’s pretty much it. (Y/n) was also quiet, she didn’t talk much. The most the boys have ever talked to her was when they had a project or when they were asking what the lesson plan was. Besides that (Y/n) was mostly shy yet seeing her up on the stage was shocking. All alone too, that took a lot of courage. And the way she looked so natural too, there wasn’t any hesitation in her movement and she was so confident. It was a side of her they never thought they’d see.

“Her eyes are close though.” Oikawa muttered to himself, as she began to sing.

“So close, no matter how far

Couldn't be much more from the heart”

“Shocking, right?” Hanamaki commented as him and Matsukawa walked up to the 2.

“Her friends apparently pushed her into doing it,” Matsukawa added on, as all 4 of the boys watched as (Y/n) confidently sang the song. She was way different than the girl they passed in the hallway. It was so interesting to see her like this, Oikawa found it hard to even look away. So while the 3 others continued to talk, Oikawa’s eyes stayed glued onto her.

“She’s so pretty.” Oikawa quietly muttered out loud as he continued to watch her sing. The boys were quick to bring their attention back to him.

“Oi, get in line. You're not the only ones who think that.” Hanamaki pointed out elbowing Oikawa right in the side.

“Huh?”

“We’ve both liked her for a while now. We’ve been trying to talk to her for a while but we can never find the right time. So we were going to go after her performance, maybe she’ll be a little more chatty.” Hanamaki explained as Matsukawa nodded behind him.

“Both of you?” Iwaizumi questioned as his eyes trailed back to (Y/n). There was something that pulled Iwaizumi towards her too. He wasn’t sure but she just seemed so beautiful and welcoming, he found himself wanting to get to know her. It was safe to say that Oikawa was feeling the same thing too, as soon as he laid eyes on her. All 4 of the boys found themselves wanting to get to know her and spend time with her. Without saying a word, there was already one thing going through each of their heads: ‘Imma be the first to befriend her!’

“So close, no matter how far

Couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

No, nothing else matters”

As (Y/n) had finished the song, a round of applause had risen for the crowd of students. Finally opening her eyes, (Y/n) took a look around and was in shock. So many people had gathered around the stage and were all applauding her. She was really not expecting this to happen. Maybe a few people, but not this many. All the nervousness that once filled her body had completely disappeared and was replaced with excitement, so much excitement. (Y/n) couldn’t hide her large smile, she was so lucky to actually listen to her friends. With her smile hurting her cheeks she looked over to her friends and giggled, this was amazing. Her friends all laughed along with her as they run up and hug her.

“You did amazing!”

“I know I did. That felt amazing.” (Y/n) laughed as she continued to hug them. It really felt amazing.

With the applause dying down, one of her friends had grabbed the mic and thanked everyone for coming to listen. While she did that, (Y/n) and the others went backstage to celebrate some more.

“That really was amazing. I knew everyone would love your voice.”

“I guess you aren’t a coward anymore.”

“I was never a coward and I proved it.” (Y/n) laughed out loud as she began to take off her guitar. Her body was shaking from excitement, it was hard to stand still. As soon as she put down her guitar she was practically jumping up and down, “Oh my gosh, I’m shaking so much. That was so fun. Maybe I should just drop out and become a singer.”

“You definitely have the looks for it. You already found yourself a fan too.” Oikawa commented as the 4 boys walked up to the group of girls. They all turned around and eyed the boys, seeing who appeared. (Y/n)‘s friends we’re definitely caught off guard, the 4 star players of Aoba Joshi’s volleyball team have just shown up and complimented her. (Y/n) was far too excited to even think too much about it.

“You really think so. I’d have to write my own music, they’d be a little hard but I think I could do it. It would be best doing all that unnecessary homework.” (Y/n) blabbered on as she smiled up to the boys. They were very taken with how much she talked, they’ve never heard her talk this much and definitely not this loud before, she’s always had such a quiet and soft voice. But now with the newfound confidence, (Y/n) seems like she’s going to open up a lot more. Now all the boys definitely would love to get to know her.

[risingsouls]

@riice-bled​ asked: 🔥 on something Zelda or another fandom you are into.

Hot Takes! Get Your Hot Takes Here! || Open!

[HM, I guess I’ll go with Zelda because it’s the only fandom I’m even adjacently apart of these days.

I’m not sure if this is still a hot take or not, but I remember back when I was RPing in that RPC there was a literal “Zelda Defense Squad” going around when Breath of the Wild came out getting pissed when anyone talked shit on BOTW!Zelda. The reason I bring this up is because it’s related to the actual hot take because these guys were the ones that were really tossing around the idea that I disagree with: In my opinion and contrary to theirs and maybe a lot of other people’s beliefs, I didn’t necessarily view the King of Hyrule in that game (King Rhoam? Idk I forget his name; it’s been a very hot minute) as a horrible, abusive father to Zelda.

I can agree that he was very pushy. I can agree that he wasn’t supportive of his daughter and probably didn’t listen to her as well as he should have, forcing her to do something she didn’t want to do. HOWEVER. He is the literal king of this country and father to the only person with the power to defeat the evil threatening the country (and maybe world). He is in a far more nuanced and difficult position than some Joe Blow off the street forcing his daughter to play sports or something. He is having to balance both his responsibility to his country and his daughter as well as he possibly can. He pushes Zelda to work harder to harness her power over fiddling with the Sheikah tech like she wants, which they already have people looking after, developing, etc., because, again, she is literally the ONLY ONE capable of harnessing the only power that could stop Calamity Ganon and save the world. Does he do it perfectly, probably not. But I could never get on board with fully demonizing him, especially when, in his journals, he admits that he feels bad and was going to apologize to her for being so harsh.]

[mammonprotectionsquad]

Hey! If it’s not too difficult could I request something with Vanderwood with an MC who is a little oblivious to her and kinda feels like he needs to protect her, she doesn’t really question anything when he goes away on missions etc. And then he kinda turns up to her flat with some injuries he couldn’t treat and she does it for him? Sorry if that’s a little confusing and don’t worry if you don’t feel like doing it at all! Thank you 💞

I hope I got it right and this is what you were thinking of, dear anon!

Also, I kinda wrote something similar in a flashback scene before? So this is now the (un)official prequel to "Let me help you with that." I guess xD

Uhm... This is part idk anymore of "things quickly escalated length wise". But what's new for my Vandy fics? 😅

Coming clean

Vanderwood x Reader

For  Vanderwood it was usually surviving from day to day. Alone. Getting close to anyone was not in the picture for him. It was simply too risky. Too dangerous. For all parts involved.

But meeting you was turning his entire life upside down in the span of one night.

It all started with him going to a new bar. Sitting at the counter and minding his own business.

Normally he couldn't have cared less about what happened around him, as long as it didn't affect him.

Though that night it was different. Why? He didn't really know. What he did know though was that the bartender was absolutely gorgeous and he couldn't help but steal some glances at you every now and then.

There was just something about you... You were radiating a warmth and honest cheerfulness. Something that was completely opposite from himself.

No matter how rude or pushy a guest became, your smile never faltered and you did your best to resolve everything peacefully and without drawing too much attention to the scene.

Though no matter how often you turned one, pretty drunk, guy down, he didn't seem to get the memo that you weren't interested at all.

For a while Vanderwood watched quietly. Convinced that you were able to handle people like that easily.

But as the night progressed, the guy became more pushy with every attempt, not to mention that it became nearly painfully obvious that it made you extremely uncomfortable.

It reached a point, where the agent became irritated on your behalf. So setting his empty glass down, maybe with a bit more force than necessary, he turned towards the drunk guy, pretty much glaring at him.

"The lady said she's not interested. So why don't you back off, before I remove you myself?", he nearly growled, eyes narrowed and best believe he was ready to knock a bitch out, if necessary.

Thankfully he seemed threatening enough for the other man to make the wise decision to leave. Still, in that moment the brunette decided that it was probably for the best to stay where he was and keep an eye on you.

But at the same time, he started to get irritated about his own actions. You were a stranger, so why the hell did he get the sudden need to protect you?

Maybe because you were a little too sweet. Too nice to call people out and be a little more rude, if needed.

He got pulled out of his thoughts when you began talking.

"Thank you so much for stepping in."

You sounded so relieved, so genuinely happy, which only managed to confuse him further.

"I assume it happened before?"

"Couple times. But he never took it that far before. And you're the first one to help", you added with a shrug.

The statement made him scoff.

"Men are trash", he muttered, before taking another sip of his drink.

And you? You began laughing so brightly. A sound that easily made him forget everything around him and the corners of his lips even twitched up ever so slightly for a second.

"Maybe. But that would make you the exception, then."

"Not really, no."

"You can't change my mind~"

As much as he wanted to be annoyed by you being so insistent that he's a good guy, it instead made him feel a little fuzzy.

But the truth was, he really wasn't a good man. He was filth, doing some of the most disgusting work for an agency that didn't care about whose life their actions destroyed. Not a good guy in any way.

Shortly his eyes darted around the room, only to see how the drunk guy from before still had his eyes on you. Something that made an alarm go off inside his head.

Spotting people that were up to no good really wasn't all too difficult. Especially for him.

After a moment of hesitation and some contemplation, Vanderwood turned back towards you.

"How about I'll walk you to your car, after your shift ends?"

You blinked a couple times at him in surprise, before your expression turned into a somewhat sheepish one.

"I... Don't live too far, so I always just walk."

Were you serious?! Not living far or not, it wasn't safe to walk around alone that late at night. Especially as a woman. Did you have no self-preservation instincts whatsoever?

Letting out a long sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose. God damn...

" I'll walk you home", he declared. Despite his better knowledge of it being a bad idea on his part. But the thought of something happening to someone as innocent as you didn't sit well with him, for some reason.

Besides, he was sure it would be a one time only thing, with him not even returning to the bar anymore, for safety reasons.

You tried to talk him out of it. Telling him you'd be fine and that you were carrying pepper spray with you.

Nevertheless he insisted. Because he knew how quickly someone could jump you out of nowhere, no matter how much on alert you were.

Thankfully you gave up your protests at some point and from there on it also didn't take long anymore until your colleague showed up and you were able to grab your things and leave with him.

Surprisingly enough, the atmosphere between you two was relaxed. With you chatting about this and that, never seeming too bothered by his short answers.

In all honesty, he found your entire behaviour kind of endearing. Another confusing thing. Normally he never had trouble keeping his distance from people. It was what he was used to, after all. What made it so different with you?

"Thank you for walking me home... I hate to admit it, but I really felt safer with you", you admitted with a chuckle, as soon as you stopped in front of your apartment complex. The slightest blush adorning your cheeks.

"Don't mention it", he shrugged.

He was a little confused when you still lingered, at the same time debating whether or not he should give in to something that would most definitely bite him in the ass, at one point.

"Give me your phone, for a moment."

Apparently all rationality got thrown out of the window that night and when you were beaming so brightly at him, while placing your phone in his hand, he couldn't even regret his actions.

That's how he saved his number into the device, before handing it back to you.

"Emergencies only. No chit chat."

Every normal person would've been irritated and probably ask questions about why he insisted on only being an emergency contact.

Though your smile never faltered, when you nodded at what he said.

"Got it! Thank you...", you cut yourself off while looking at the contact in your phone, "Vanderwood~"

You said your goodbyes and he even waited until you went into the building and were out of sight, before he made his way home.

Only a couple minutes had passed, when he felt his phone vibrate with a message from you.

Thanking him once again for what he did, adding that you figured sending him a text so he'd have your number as well was better than him potentially not reacting to an unknown number. He couldn't argue with that logic.

A couple days went by until he got the first call from you. With you asking him to stay on the phone with you while you walked home from work.

And if he hadn't had to make sure Seven would finish his damn work that night, he would've even offered to bring you home again.

Though that way he couldn't do much else but keep on talking to you. Well, he listened more than he talked. But it was better than nothing. Feeling a bit lighter when you told him that you made it to your home safely.

Also, whenever he did go to the bar again, it became a habit for him to stay until your shift was over, so he could walk with you.

Save to say that at some point neither of you stuck to his rule of him only being an emergency contact.

It was more than just stupid and he knew it. He was putting your life at risk by being in contact with you. Still, he just couldn't help it...

You were gentle. A light in his dark, gloomy life. And the fact that you seemed to genuinely care about him was confusing, but also warming his heart. A sensation he wasn't used to at all anymore.

On top of it all, it was way too easy to trust you. Feel somewhat safe around you.

You never pushed him into talking about why he often disappeared for a couple days, out of the blue. Or why he was against being anywhere with a lot of people around.

Instead, when you did manage to coax him into meeting you outside of the bar, you suggested that he should simply come over to your place.

It didn't end with one meeting, after that. With him always making sure first that it was safe to go and he would've accidentally lead anyone to you. Because as much as he disliked it in some way, at that point he was already way too attached to you. Or in other words: You had wormed your way into his heart and by the looks of it, you hadn't even realized it.

So when a mission went downhill and he got injured on his shoulder, in a place that made it difficult for himself to tend to it, he didn't really think about his next actions.

Sure, he could've went to ask Seven for help. But it was like his brain was acting on auto pilot and before he knew it, he found himself in front of your door, knocking with his uninjured arm.

The second you opened the door and your expression shifted from excitement to worry, at the sight of his blood stained shirt, he immediately felt bad for showing up like that.

Though you didn't give him a chance to walk away. Nudging him into your apartment and after locking the door, you were already carefully peeling his coat off to get a better look at his shoulder.

"What happened? Is it bad?"

"Accident with a knife. It's not too bad. I just need help wrapping it up."

You didn't question why he came to you. Why he hadn't gone to a hospital. Instead you were quick to nod and ushered him into the bathroom, where you grabbed the first aid kit, while he sat down on the edge of the tub. His fingers already working on unbuttoning his shirt.

Though the moment he only winced when he tried to shrug the fabric off, you were immediately helping him. Your touch so light and careful... The complete opposite of what he was used to.

He did his best to stay as still as possible, keep his expressions in check, so he wouldn't make you worry even more.

Sadly there was no way not to hiss when the alcohol soaked cotton ball met the cut on his shoulder.

And you? Like the sweet angel you were apologized in a heartbeat. Even if it wasn't your fault at all. Something he found really endearing.

Neither of you said anything. You doing your best to bandage his shoulder as good as possible. Always making sure you didn't cause him any discomfort.

And even though the entire situation was far from normal, you still didn't push him. Didn't demand of him to explain himself. Tell you how and why he got an injury like that.

Something that, as much as he appreciated it, didn't ease the guilt he felt for pulling you into his messed up life like that.

"Thank you. I'll be out of your hair now", he mumbled, though there was no way for him to get up, with how close you stood to him.

"Actually... I'd prefer it if you'd stay here for the night. You know, so I can check up on you in the morning. Make sure nothing got infected."

Why were you still so sweet? Why did you care that much about him?

His brows furrowed in confusion, unable to do much more than stare at you, while he tried to figure you out. But if he was being honest, it was near impossible to say no to you.

Letting out a quiet sigh, he nodded. Something that made you drop your shoulders in relief.

Without any hesitation, you grabbed his hand to lead him to your bedroom.

"Yeah, no. You've already done a lot for me. I'll just take the-"

"Bed", you interrupted him. And while you were still gentle, it was very obvious that you wouldn't argue about it. "You're the injured one here. Besides, the couch is too small for you and I'd rather make sure you're comfortable."

Another thing that easily made his heart melt. You were the first one to genuinely care about him. Only making him fall further and further for you. If that was even possible.

How the hell was he supposed to keep his distance when you were always like that?

"Thank you...", he muttered eventually and let himself get nudged into bed. Exhaustion starting to wash over him and all strength to talk you out of it left him seemingly at once.

He watched how you moved around the place. Making sure he had everything he needed. Putting some water and painkillers on the bedside table.

You two said goodnight, with him still feeling bad about you having to sleep on the couch. Though it still was way too easy to relax and let sleep wash over him. Something that barely every happened.

Usually he was always on guard. Always ready to jump up and protect himself. But here with you... He felt weirdly safe. Having the first proper night's sleep in months.

In the morning, he got woken up by the smell of coffee. A glance at the clock telling him it was already rather late.

Carefully slipping out of bed, he followed the promising smell into the kitchen, where he found you sitting at the table. Eyes immediately darting up when you heard him approach and while you gestured for him to sit down, you already busied yourself with pouring him a cup of coffee, also pushing a plate with pancakes over to him.

"How's the shoulder?", you asked. Already moving over to him to check on the bandages.

"It's alright. You did a good job, yesterday. Thank you."

There it was again. That gentle smile. Easily lighting up an entire room. In all honesty, he hadn't expected it.

He was prepared for a storm of questions, but that never came. You still weren't pushing him to explain what the hell was going on.

It did little to nothing to ease the guilt Vanderwood was feeling. If anything, it only made him feel worse.

And he knew he should keep those things from you. Even keep his distance.

But at the same time there was this selfish part that wanted to keep you around. Because you were like sunshine. Warm and comforting. Easily making him forget about everything he learned at the agency.

That same part convinced him that maybe when he told you at least as much as possible, without actively endangering you with it, it would make things easier to protect you. Because then you knew what you got yourself into. In case you decided not to kick him out, that was. Something he wouldn't even blame you for if that was to happen.

Rubbing a hand over his face he quickly felt his resolve crumble. You were the only good thing in the cluster fuck that was his life. He just couldn't let go of you. Unless you didn't want him in your life anymore, of course.

"Guess I owe you some explanations, huh?"

"You really don't. You also helped me a lot. And if you're not comfortable telling me what happened, that's totally fine."

Ever so patient with him... He really didn't know how or why he deserved that.

So he began talking. About his job, the things he had to do. Never going into too many details, since he didn't want to get you into trouble even further.

Despite everything he was prepared for, the way your concern for him only grew, and the fact that you even reached out to take his hand at some point, caught him completely off guard.

Why didn't you declare him insane for telling you such lies? Or told him to get the fuck out and stay away from him? Why did you still care about filth like him?

You should've been disgusted by him, not be worried about his safety. Or thanking him for entrusting you with all those things.

The only thing he could do for a moment was stare at you in utter disbelief.

"What? Did you think I'd tell you to leave?"

"I mean... Yes? It's what every normal person would do", he frowned.

"Well, then I guess we figured out that I'm not normal. Besides, I like you."

Your cheeks turned red when you said that. Such a little thing that managed to get his hopes up way too much.

Without really thinking about it, he leaned forward to press a brief but soft kiss to your lips.

Your eyes grew big and round, spluttering while trying to find something to say.

"You... I-"

He gave you some time, waited until you managed to organize your thoughts.

"I thought you just liked me as a friend?"

"Damn, baby girl. You're really oblivious, huh?"

It was absolutely endearing, though. His expression softening as he reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Do shut up!", you pouted and in order to achieve it, simply pulled him in for another kiss, one that lasted longer, this time. Always mindful of his injury.

Then and there he knew that he'd do anything to make sure no one would ever get a chance to harm you in any way. You were his top priority.

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I’m giving you the impossible!! What are your favorite syl/ria fics????

rachel!! i know i said i could do this but hdu ask a libra to make such difficult decisions??? i’ll do it anyway tho. just for you <3

i’m picking my top 3 and actually, le gasp, attempting to rank them (based off how much they live in my head rent free)

3. to face unafraid (the plans that we made)

the OG syl/ria collab. fake dating + one bed + sticking it to Alice Cooper + mistletoe kisses? yes PLS. their make-out sesh at the end of Chapter 5 lives in my head (you guessed it!) rent free. 

2. (wise men say) only fools rush in

SO MUCH of this fic is so iconic. them waking up that first morning. them immediately making jokes about being married. Jughead taking Betty’s name. and then starting with Chapter 6 pretty much every single scene has impacted me in one way or another. I don’t want to spoil too much but Betty taking care of Jug after he sees the alert banner for the runaway teen? and then Jughead taking care of Betty after the PLOT TWIST THAT SHOOK ME WHEN I FIRST READ THIS STORY?? Formative i tell u.

1. sweetest little part of destiny

THIS FIC. THIS FIC I S2G. I read it at least once every few months. so i’d say it takes up almost too much space in my head. the amount of love he has for her just makes me go crazy. (where’s that Jenny Slate meme?)

again, i don’t want to spoil too much (although, if you haven’t read this fic already where have u been?) but when he offers to build the furniture for her. when he buys her nail polish and a pregnancy pillow. when she sleeps on him instead. when she wakes him up in the middle of the night. WHEN HE READS TO THE BABY. yeah <3

also, the line “Your daughter is a little pushy on my bladder these days” is permanently etched in my brain for some reason.

Also, literally just this morning I was thinking about the scene where Pop reveals that Jug’s been pining for Betty for years. I’m telling you I think about this fic too much.

I don’t get baby fever at all (and ria can attest to this), but this fic just does something to me idk.

Once AO3 updates my history tab I can tell u just how many times I’ve visited each of these fics and I can assure you that it will not be a normal amount. but I wouldn’t want it any other way.

thanks for the ask, rach. sorry I droned on for so long in response lol.