#if i ignore it it still works until i check and it doesnt. i need to buy a new battery

[ra-vio]

link lonk (wink wonk)

[the-s1lly-corner]

Hiya! If you’ve done something similar to this then you can ignore this!

But, can i get a father request with Hoodie and Masky (and another character of your choice if you would like :3) where the reader basically sees their father in trouble and like… takes an injury for him. Idk I crave angst!

Anywho, take care of yourself <3

Masky and Hoodie when their child gets hurt protecting them

oooo hooohooo angst! it feels like its been a while since someones asked for angst, asides from the angst alphabet! notes: reader is gn and a child, platonic/family post obviously, youre not specified to be biological or adopted but it doesnt really matter, uuuuh yeah! CWs: child getting injured, canon typical violence, death

MASKY

oh he is going to be pissed... the second he sees you on the ground writhing in pain and grabbing your now slashed arm hes going to be seeing red

he already had plans to tackle your aggressor even if it meant taking the knife, so in his eyes you getting hurt was needless

hes not angry with you, at least not for the most part but hes not going to get onto you right now in that moment, and he probably wont for a while

jumps onto the attacker in the moment of shock where they realize theyve stabbed a child, he wastes no time in taking them down...

...he... may get a little more aggressive than he needs to be, whats left behind is no where near clean or pretty but hes not at all concerned with that

doesnt check on you in the moment, rather he opts to take you somewhere else where you can hide out... he wants to be able to properly check and tend to you without having to look over his shoulder in case theres more people

once everything is calmed down hes going to give you a stern talk about throwing yourself into danger like that

but... he doesnt totally stomp all over your efforts, he does let you know what you did was commendable but he makes it clear to never do it again

HOODIE

similar to masky, he had the situation under control for the most part... at least until he got backed into the corner

his plan was to try to slam into his attacker to loop back to his dropped weapon, however that quickly changed when you charged in and took a hit from the man who cornered him

hoodie keeps his composure more than masky, he scoops you up and makes a dash for it and keeps to his original plan for the most part

he doesnt want to hack and slash at someone while youre dangling in his other arm for fear of further hurting you, so he drops you off nearby but still close enough to reassure him that youre not too far away

takes less time to kill the attacker compared to his counterpart, he wants to get back to you sooner instead of taking his anger out on them

rushes back to you and checks you there on the spot to make sure theres nothing to immediately worry about such as bleeding, he will further check you when youre both somewhere safer

takes this as an opportunity to go over plans for things like this, what he needs you to do when hes backed up like that

likely also teaches you some defense as well as how to use basic weapons if things ever go south again

this just encourages him to work harder, he cant have this happen again

[princesschimchim1325]

Love for Geppie?????? Thank God, he deserves that love!!!

I'm here to drop off like a thought/cute headcanon of like my fave trope ever!

Gepard usually stays in the frontlines, usually taking in all the damage and aggro for his soldiers (I know that's his role even in game/being the tank and all but every time he gets hit and he like screams I wince hhhh) so imagine a reader who is in charge of like taking care of the wounded soldiers so she's had more than enough times dealt with Gepard (so she knows him but he doesn't quite know her yet) already.

One day, the camp had been ambushed by a bunch of Fragmentum monsters and the main force is too busy with the Frontlines so reader here, despite being a healer, had to step up as technically the only one at that time who walked a Path and can heal whoever is left to be able to fight back and give the wounded time to escape. Gepard manages to make it back in time and give enough support so they all make it out. But he was already so wounded so reader takes special care of the Captain.

By the time he wakes up, reader has been in charge of his health exclusively, being the one to nurse him back to help (partially in thanks for saving her but also because she felt the most responsible for some of his aggravated wounds) and the way she treats him slowly has him go head over heels for her. Even after she no longer needed to take care of him extensively, Gepard finds himself spending his excess free time by her tent, just chatting and getting to know her better.

By the time he realizes that he has fallen in love with his caretaker, they were very close friends and he's gotten to know her a lot.

(Yes I'm a sucker for the Florence Nightingale effect/trope and yes I will die on a hill putting this trope on my fave charas and reader asdfjgktiejdkdo)

You're right and u should say it. I noticed that Geppie def doesnt get as much attention and love as much as the other guys 😔 I love the other guys too but Geppie is my number one in HSR.

I actually have an oc who hails from a diff world and is part of the express and she was once a nurse during the war in her world. So this ask is sooo perfect xksksksml this is too perfect I'm def making a one shot about this fr

The nurse/healer x injured warrior/soldier trope will forever be dear to me, like it is sooo romantic and sweet. Fr, Gepard is a wholeass unit and tank of a man xjnskwmskw

But every now and then, a shield becomes a bit too chipped to ignore and this is very true to Gepard whenever he becomes injured. Ohh yes the capable healer being the only fighter in a camp and then Gepard bulldozing in like the knight in shining armor he is despite being injured himself is just 👌 and then he just passes out in healer reader's arms nnggg

Him being naked from the waist up and waking up to reader's tiddies right up his face bc she's wrapping bandages around him and he just splutters, not knowing where he can look 😭

This became a normal occurence in the duration she nursed him back to health bc of his injuries, like the areas he cant reach like his back, needed to be tended by a professional.

Him noticing the difference in their hands 😭 his are scarred and calloused while hers are soft and dextrous 🥺

And when he's fully recovered, he still goes to her, making an excuse that it's for check ups until there's no more excuses, they just spend time together and he always looks forward to their tea time, and she does too. She's always flustered and smiley whenever her favorite patient is around.

They're idiots in love and everybody in the camp knows it, except the two people who are in love 💀

But, at one point, nightingale reader works herself to the bone to the point of collapsing and when Gepard hears of it, he rushes to her, for once letting his men take care of the frontlines.

And this time, when she wakes up, he's right next to her, holding her hand. She gets a scolding from him and when she objects that he often overworks himself too, he gets frustrated and he just pulls her for a kiss 😩

I could go on about Nightingale reader and Gepard but I'll just have to save that for the oneshot 😏

[suckinitup]

actually hey what if the trickster put mark in a jar and then Did Not actually remember the human need to breathe. smile emoji. puts him into a glass jar with his fucking twig and a few bugs. water bowls. all the great things a lizard needs to keep healthy!! and he does great and fun things like give mark horrible nightmares and ignore him while pulling out ashe’s hair strand by strand and generally just giving him a really bad time while being focused on other things. and mark is smart, right. Hes really fucking smart. he wouldve been in distress for a while and more focused on breaking OUT and actually rescuing his son but i dont think it would occur to him immediately thaf there is no Fucking ventilation until the trickster is gone for hours snd hours snd he doesnt know ehen itll be bsck. he’s able to calculate how much time he has left until the co2 does him in (17 hours, if he breathes slow) and every angry and fast breathing and fighting part of him he has to shove down because he cant save ashe if he’s dead. and it felt like paranoia, at first. That first hour, breathing slow, because the trickster will be coming back soon and mark is pretty sure it doesnt want to kill him (has a weird affection for him, even, which makes him want to tear out its throat) and maybe this will give him a chance to escape. and then another hour passes, and another. and it still feels like paranoia, taking precautions just because he’s mark winters and thats what he does. but then ten hours have passed and the trickster still isnt back and now he feels like he’s just sitting there and waiting to die. he needs to get up and try to break out and scream and fight but he’s smart, and he’s stubborn. It’s been too long. He already knows that the glass is too hard to break and trying to climb or knock it over (things he’s already tried, things he’s already failed) wont work. hes thrown his eggs into the waiting basket and do he has to sit there, counting down the minutes, fighting back his own instinct to fight.

he’s on the ground, dizzy, when ashe’s silhouette appears above him. panicked, checking his pulse with claws that nick bleeding marks onto his neck. “Are you okay, dad?” with a voice that isn’t ashe’s and, laughing, in a voice that is, “i guess i forgot to add in some air holes!”

[mycupofrum]

Hi! One of my coworkers just came back from maternity leave, we havent seen her since 2019, and she looks so different now after having 4 kids in a row… the point is that it gave me a fic idea about jily/prongsfoot, I thought i’d share, I hope you dont mind! It’ll be long probably, so feel free to ignore this!

So considering Canon events, James and Lily were hiding for about a year, but it would make more sense if it was even longer due to Lily’s pregnancy… which can translate well into a modern AU with the loooong COVID quarantine periods… they cant go out, do sports, go to work, and Lily is heavily pregnant, has all the carvings and her increased appetite has an affect on James’ usual diet too, then having a newborn baby too has the toll on them and their weight… so long story short, they both gain weight, Lily is curvier than ever and James has a dad bod now!

He doesnt really notice it at first, they are at home wearing sweatpants 24/7, and James has always been athletic, in his head him getting fat is not really possible… But then reality slaps him on the face, when he can barely button up his nice clothes by the time they can leave quarantine for a few hours to have Harry christened. He goes into full panic mode, checks himself out in the mirror for hours and tries on all the clothes in his closet, but nothing really fits him well beside the sweatpants with elastic bands… he finds their old school uniforms, he cant remember why he has a pair for all of them, but he’s desperate… so he proceeds to try on Peter’s old uniform, because that for sure will be too big for him at the waist, there’s still hope!… but it fits him perfectly. He is shocked and even more embarassed, like how is this even possible?! So he asks Lily if she noticed anything, and gets even more devastated hearing her answer: of course she noticed! She assures him jokingly how much she likes his belly and tbh it makes her feel better about all the baby weight she just can’t seem to be able to loose… He’s almost crying at this point, and wants to ask Sirius, he’s his best friend, he should be able to end this nonsense… unless he can’t know about what a fatass he became! He’s spiraling cause he just realized that he can’t undo almost 1,5 years of quarantine weight gain in a few weeks until the christening ceremony, where he will definitely meet with Sirius as he’ll be Harry’s godfather! He reluctantly orders new clothes and downloads a dozen diet/workout apps… only to a new wave of COVID coming! And his parents unfortunately fell victim to it this time, so his determination of getting fit again disappears with his grief and yet another lockdown.

Fast forward to the end of COVID, no more quarantine, they are eating healthier, but neither of them manages to lose any weight, indeed, they might need to go one size up again! James is kinda still in denial about exactly how many sizes he went up in the last years, but he has to admit that he sort of prefers Lily’s curves, she is glowing almost the same way as when she was pregnant (maybe she’s with child again…?), she’s just beautiful! He is not as stressed about his own weight anymore as he realized that all his male relatives grew a belly when they had a child! So it’s technically honoring a tradition on his part only! (He’s halfway between the bargaining and acceptance phase…) He’s still anxious about meeting Sirius though, he doesnt really understand just WHY he cares so much about looking fit enough for him… But he can’t avoid meeting Sirius forever, so far he was “lucky” enough that Sirius had to spend a year abroad for his work, almost like he’s also trying to avoid the meeting… whatever the reason is, it gives James some time to start working out again, but he only gets stronger and not thinner…

They finally meet, James is extra self-conscious, and Sirius also acts weird, as if he’s trying not to look at him… He’s as fit as ever, because of course he is! The meeting is over quite quickly, Sirius excuses himself and leaves early… It happens a few more times, and James slowly cares less and less about sucking in his belly and wearing loose clothes… And Sirius acts even weirder upon seeing more of the true size of James’ body…

Because Sirius is extremely into James, especially now, he practically loses it when he sees James’ now bigger, rounder and juicier ass in one of his now quite tight pants… he blurts out how James is even hotter than how Lily described him in her letters…

Turns out that Sirius acted weird because he tried to contain his lust and love… and that the covid lockdown was hard on him too, but instead of weight he gained an alcohol problem… his year abroad was because he had to go to rehab, his wakeup call was also Harry’s christening. He was only allowed to write letters, that he sent to Lily because he was too embarassed to admit his condition to James… so Lily was the first to piece everything together, and the one who tried to encourage both boys to sort out their feelings towards each other! (Her blessing is granted to prongsfoot!)

So they make up and make out! Sirius is now an expert at being healthy, he learned that in rehab, which he can now put to good use! They work out together, and while James loses a little weight, his dad bod mostly remains… And he truly doesnt care about it anymore, because he is healthy and loved, Sirius can barely keep his hands to himself!

Hi! Thanks for the ask! I appreciate that it's about accepting being comfortable in your body, no matter the size. :)

First of all, you had me at dad bod James. 😘 He for sure is in a new situation when he's never had to worry about his physique before. I like the idea that after gaining weight and dealing with the most immediate grief (RIP Euphemia and Fleamont 🙏), he finds working out something he wants to do again. Maybe he starts to lift weights and slowly builds muscle and only becomes thiccer... And Sirius just finds him hot both with the dad bod and the more muscular version because that means there's just more of James to hold onto. Sirius especially appreciates his big arms, thicc thighs and that plump arse. 🥵 And the dad belly is now just another part of James that Sirius loves.

I got the feeling that this is more of a polyamorous relationship with Lily being fine with sharing James with Sirius but not really interested in taking part with Prongsfoot alone time? Anyway, whatever they have going on, I support this. Maybe she locks them together in the guest bedroom so they will finally stop ogling each other and just kiss already. For some reason there are some snacks and water bottles conveniently left in the room as well so they can take their time sorting things out...

After Lily has arranged Prongsfoot to get together, Sirius moves in with the Potters. Harry has three loving parents and Lily has a happier husband. Sirius and James develop a workout routine that often ends with them making out and groping each other everywhere, sweaty and high on endorphins. Whenever Lily catches them in the act, she stops whatever she was doing and enjoys the view. She also looks amazing in her curvy mum bod and shamelessly flirts with Sirius who reciprocates it, whether it's romantic or not. And Sirius will get the emotional support he needs to continue to live a life without alcohol. It's the best case scenario for everyone.

[apomaro-mellow]

you really need to get on ao3. i dont know anyone who reads 10+ part fanfics by clicking through hyperlinks until they reach the first part or whatever. youre a great writer, but no one is gonna read your work while its in 30 different posts on tumblr that we have to either open in 30 different tabs on a desktop, or manage to click through and not lose your place in while on mobile because tumblr doesnt save your place like a seperate ao3 tab does. please get on ao3 because i would love to read your fics but i refuse to click through *10+ tumblr posts* to read it, knowing the app could just refresh and i have to do all of that work over again.

I re-read this like 3 times trying to figure out what was wrong with this and I think I figured it out. There's this sense of entitlement that just doesn't sit right with my spirit. You warn me that "no one" will read fics that are dozens of posts in but King and Prince part 20 has comments and reblogs that say otherwise.

I could just tell you to get good because no one else seems to be having any issues finding my fics and the ones that do know how to navigate their way through this site. But I don't know you anon. You could be someone in their 70s with limited computer literacy. Or you could be a thirteen year old who just received their first laptop and doesn't know where to start.

You're asking me to hold your hand and so I will give you that grace and oblige.

Now if you go to my blog the first thing you will see is my pinned post with-what's this? All of my Stranger Things fics!

All present to be bookmarked, liked, or otherwise saved for your convenience. But you want AO3 specifically. Now let's say you've somehow missed the titles that have links to AO3 next to them. Well, when I like someone on tumblr, the first thing I'd do is go to AO3 and see if they have an account there. You see most sites have this nifty little function:

Hey, that username looks familiar. Anyway ignore that. I want you to focus on that ovular shape. In that, you can look up anything you desire. Lucky for you, I've got a rather unique name. Even just putting in "apomaro" and you get this

Odd that it says only 3 found, but not everyone and everything can be perfect. We're all still learning, even computers. But anyway, I think you can figure out the rest. Just in case though. You'll want to click the author's name (next to "by") and presto!

You've found that AO3 that you said I should get. Sure is a good thing I made it *checks notes* nine years ago just in case this happened.

Anyway, happy reading!

[demonicintegrity]

Got around to watching the new Helluva Boss and I’m pleasantly surprised at the turn around. Season two has had a wild flux in writing quality imo but I think this episode is arguably one of the strongest ones yet (outta both seasons.)

It also seems to be the longest episode so far, surprising considering it’s not a finale, but they make good use of the time.

Honestly a lot of the episode reminds me of how season one was set up. With a center clearly around Blitzø but still checking up on Stolas. And it’s very episodic and self contained again, which is great because that appears to be the crew’s strong spot.

Speaking of which, this is the first we’ve seen of Stolas since s2e4. I’m surprised it took until e6 of this season to circle back to him, but at least we’re not ignoring him. I personally would’ve at least teased how Stolas was doing after such a big blow, especially considering how the s2 is set up to be extremely focused on him and Blitzø’s relationship, but this works well too.

It works because we’re getting a little insight on Stolas’ frame of mind without causing pacing issues. He’s clearly recovered but focused on getting Blitzø out of his life again. He’s trying to distance himself from Blitzø still. Likely still in that “this was never going to work he doesn’t deserve to be tied to me” type mindset after the season opening.

But we see him briefly really appreciate what Ozzie and Fizz have. He seems genuinely happy for them, and likely is because Stolas has always been a hopeless romantic and a decent person despite things.

Speaking of Fizz, delightfully surprised out how his character is. I didn’t go in with anything specific in mind for him besides knowing he genuinely loved Ozzie but we have a really rounded out character with depth in a very short amount of time. I genuinely like his character.

(And someone’s made a separate post on this, but how Fizzy’s disability is treated is both done well and a bit of fresh air from the usual rep we see. He never denies that being disabled pained him greatly, but the tragedy in his past isn’t being disabled but being betrayed and heartbroken. Nor is he helpless because of it or overpowered because of his prosthetics. It’s not explicitly ignored I think the crew handled this really really well.)

But along with his character, my biggest interest is in how Fizz is now set up to be a foil to Blitzo. Like it's pretty obvs what he and Ozzie has is meant to parallel what Stolas/Blitzo could or even want to have. (Which in turn could mean Stolas/Blitzo is the kinda reputation Ozzie/Blitzo were trying so hard to avoid. A weird power dynamic and piss poor communication on top of the general perception those two have from outsiders.) They're in very similar boats but how each character addresses it that makes the circumstances so different.

And I think we have something really interesting being set up between Fizz and Blitzo. Both of them got enough closure for Fizz to genuinely want to let go some of the grudge. And I think theyre are some options on where to go with them, cuz I doubt this is the end of Fizz we're seeing.

I could see Fizz getting bored one day and reaching out in curiosity to see whats become of Blitz. Maybe the two can piece together the more correct timeline of events of the old circus since the fire. I can also see a potential plotline of Fizz getting I.M.P to be his bodyguards if he has to go out again for this or that reason.

I would also love more Ozzie and Stolas interacting. It would be good for Stolas to have Literally Just A Singular Friend. Cuz he doesnt seem to have any, and Ozzie doesn't seem to have anything personal against Stolas. He could probably be a good rational neutral voice for Stolas to bounce off of. He also just needs a friend if he ever wants a hope of his mental health improving. He seems to be trying to improve himself, but thats also the kinda thing you need a support system for.

Overall, I like this episode. The pacing and story itself was contained nicely and was a good watch. The humor stuck. And we have great leads to pick back up on later.

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

Dr. C x Momdebra. Thoughts?

you sent me this while i was not sober i wish you couldve heard me laugh

um ok so i actually have lots of thoughts after thinking about it all night. my FIRST thought was that abracadaniel's "were you guys talkin about me ',:D" makes me think she has something going on with ABRACADANIEL, but (brushes that aside) hes gay smh. but he clearly wants cal's approval.

WHICH HE'D WANT IF SHE WAS DATING HIS SISTERR OHHH

also other thoughts. it explains why she was so completely bland about cadebra this entire time. youd think shed either love her or hate her, given that deb's a main character the only other member of the Weak House. but she ignores her during class entirely. no playing favorites in doctor cal's class no sir ignores the whole pep thing. she DOES very very gently go check on her when pep runs off and blaines out there smearing his name.

well. i think itd be fun. i mean. i am. very angry at this lady for everything she did and she is not very nice (WHICH LADY? YES). but cal has this very supportive kind veneer i think she really did love those kids to some extent (bro it stops when you leave them lying in an alley alone to die. but she DID just want everyone to have a good time in her class. and "ohh, hey, ease up" lives in my mind forever, as insidious as it was, given who she was saying it to and when. "thats my favorite student you're talking about." augh. okay. that really does hit.)

BUT i think itd be fun. because momdebra is soooo overbearing and intense, mom wants cadebra to push herself so far, mom is insistent that cadebra follow a specific path and track specific numbers to make herself the perfect wizard as dictated by arbitrary levels and abilities. whereas, doctorate though she may have, cal seems so much more holistic, and just wants everyone to follow their own path and learn their own way, and fill their heads with joy and knowledge, she wants everyone to delight in the pursuit of learning and she will stand out in the rain and the mud with you and gently explain the cultural and historical significance of every artifact you find for hours until you are satisfied. like thats her deal. i do not forgive her for the things she did (i need to remind myself of that because im MAD ! she left blaine there defenseless she WATCHED spader die!) but i do think she has a truly kind side to her because learning and pleasure in doing so are actually important to her. just, not as important as bringing about the second age of terror. anyways. sorry this turned into me trying to unravel my cal thoughts.

so i think it would be really funny to see her and momdebra interact over deb. as partners. like mom keeps sending a miserable deb back to work on her incantations over and over and cal is like oh, my goodness, are you still on that? deb, let's go look at some bugs, in the park. (there's a secret hidden lesson buried in the bug-observing expedition) (also she tells her what a good job she's doing and how she can be a wizard in any way she wants no matter what her mom says) (it's corney as hell) (cuz that's cal for you). i would LOVE to think this chills momdebra out a little bit and she learns Acceptance. but i doubt it. she is just blinded by her cool 20 foot tall girlfriend who is so super good at magic. did you know doctor caledonius is level 80000, cadebra??? YOU could be level 80000 so EASILY if you just APPLIED YOURSELF.

anyways it's so sad we cant ship damn near any of the fuckin adults together without running into "SO THEY WERE OKAY WITH LETTING THEIR PARTNER'S DAUGHTER DIE. SO THEY WERE OKAY WITH HELPING THAT TO HAPPEN." like. bro. this is so sad. cal threw deb at her friends and said "get rid of her". cadebra doesnt even have like,,,, any cool adults to run to about this does she. cal in this scenario was probably a level-headed nice person in her life who seemed to support her and want her to be herself. and she went to brain wizard when she was scared that one time. and now what. she went to abracadaniel when she was scared that other time but whats he gonna do??? huddle her under a blanket and go yell at his sister for dating a maniac until he remembers he's too scared of her to do that and then come to hide under the blanket with deb.

i dunno how to end this post i got words. my thoughts: 9/10 excellents fun scenario to play in. i absolutely wanna see what that does to cadebra's life.

[expfcultragreen]

Germans are right for this

I would say that canadian drinking culture has catching up to do, we're too acculturated to northern u.s. norms...lift the public intoxiction ban, get rid of drinking in parks bans etc

Add up all the staff hours spent by cops on enforcing these silly laws (walking around checking sober-seeming peoples drinking containers etc) and dollar figure it, now use that to remake con air so its even more of a psa about fights ending badly when youre intoxicated (thats legal drinking btw as the script stands, its a post-bar fight...if drinking in parks was legal assault still wouldn't be; maybe the cops are just there to break up fights at that point, they can still bill it the same) or open a bunch of open-door-policy government rehab clinics or something, isnt that shit all privatized rn and dont they provide extremely substandard care to the most vunerable clients because its cheaper that way and the clients have no recourse? and doesnt it regularly kill people, this system? Like you pay the provider fee but you dont run the provider and theres no oversight because theres "no alternative" and shutting down a bad system without providing an alternative is probably worse than just continuing to ignore the issue...there's very little pressure from the political/business class to address this in any way other than catching people and forcing them into labor farms, if they need rehab (scanner darkly style, 13th ammendment style), rather than simply housing them and assuming anyones high rate of substance use is just basic maintenance for their ptsd, and its not inherently a problem, until they decide otherwise themselves for whatever reason (longevity, etc)...not that many people want to make a lifestyle of being chronically broke and crash yo-yoing from binges and having literally nothing else going on, dont know why it would be an issue of concern that everyone would just stop working and become ~addicts~ if we did xyz to accomodate addiction; eventually its boringly monotonous, its lonely, and you notice your general bodyhealth getting worse...at that point people who arent in it to leave the doctors out of MAID will seek alternatives to the cycle of use, and most people dont even bother getting to that point with their substance use because it doesnt SEEM fun, so, like, whats the point of the moral outrage? Fash ocd about punishing the individuals singled out to be punished forever which is why theyre addicted to chemical armor/escape in the first place?

[lucienne-thee-librarian]

There were people bringing up his plagiarism accusations for months and years before he ever got the full expose treatment. And he's said shit that frankly should have immediately exposed how full of SHIT he was...the Gay Nazis myth??? Telling lies about the lives of public facing queer people past and present, like Radclyffe Hall, that goddamn Wikipedia would have contradicted immediately???

Idk just. It's fun to dunk on him and I'm not saying we shouldn't, I for one am wholly in favor of dunking on this mfer very time he tries to come crawling back to attempt to weasel his way into rebranding online without ever having actually owned up to what he did (without making excuses or trying to win people's sympathy and distract them with woe is me sob story #4579)...the way he's trying to do literally as we speak.

But if ALL that comes out of this is a general consensus of James Somerton Bad, then I have bad news: it's going to happen again. It just will. I can absolutely guarantee right now that he won't be the last, or even the worst grifter to milk overly trusting queer people online to the tune of thousands of dollars and all sorts of public praise. There will 1000% be more. There probably are already.

And they will get successful and stay successful until someone else online who's in their weight class or higher, following-wise, is the one to sound the alarm, just like with Somerton. If people don't face up to why he took off, or why he basically got away with this shit for so long, nothing is EVER going to improve.

People saying shit about women, being lesbophobic or biphobic, spreading myths that play into racist prejudices can't be something that people just get away with as long as you use the right buzzwords to make it sound woke.

And for the love of Christ. We have GOT to stop taking people who make videos about history or media crit or honestly anything, on YouTube (or god help us tiktok) just so, so completely at their word. We seriously need to break out the Buster meme "Yout think someone would just go on the Internet and tell lies???" Especially when they don't provide sources. No one person should ever be your main source of information.

Not everyone has equal time effort and spoons and all, i get it, we have busy lives. But the fact is if you don't do SOMETHING and actively try to read up, (or listen to the audio book version) and actively look into history from a variety of sources, from legit sources, from primary sources? You're going to get taken in by cynical ignorant people like this all the time and you may never know it, and if enough people keep doing it, you'll only perpetuate the problem.

"Learn your history" shouldn't be just a catchphrase, you do have to actually do some work. And too many people do in fact, have the energy and time to do it they just choose not to because bingewatching tiktoks and YouTube is easier.

I'm not leaving myself completely out of this criticism, I've done that too once upon a time. I've absolutely gone through that baby queer "trust way too much" phase, stayed in it for longer than I'd have liked, I am not at ALL trying to claim to be Miss Perfect Sherlock Holmes here. Hell, I watched one, I think two, of his videos myself and didn't really see anything wrong at the time (the Cabaret one and I don't remember what other one, I don't know if I finished it that was awhile ago).

But...sorry not sorry if i sound like a bitch, I can at the very least, take comfort in the fact that I feel pretty confident if I had gotten to the video where he started spreading the homophobic Gay Nazi myth which has been around for years, and saying fake shit about lesbian history instead of a video about like. A musical that I saw, I would've at least thought "huh, that doesnt sound right, I should check that" if not outright gone "wait, WHAT. Bullshit". But too many people DID see that and they still kept paying his bills and that SCARES ME. It should scare you too.

Yes I know I know are you tired of hearing about this guy yet I should be and yet somehow I'm here

Potentially unpopular opinion: James Somerton wasn't some evil genius, he just paid for nice editing and presented himself the way he knew people wanted to see. Let's face it, more people than would ever admit it will apparently eat up anything, absolutely anything, that you say...if you Seem Academic and Trustworthy (translation: be white and talk in a "serious" tone...being a cis man isn't necessary, but it sure did help). He isn't some hypercompetent cunning Machiavellian master manipulator, he just knew his audience. He's no different than any regular con man. People mistake good presentation, including...moderately good production value, for actual substance all the time. Many con men succeed because they know how to seem credible, whatever that means to their marks.

[anangelwhodidntfall]

You Forgot About Me: Eddie Munson

Stranger Things Masterlist 

word count: 800

Request: eddie who always picks reader up for school a d one day he just doesnt show up so she goes to his house and hes not there so when she gets to school she finds out hes there and is hurt that he forgot her

You sighed as checked the time and saw that it was almost time for school to start and Eddie still wasn't here to pick you up like he normally did which worried you a bit. You decided to walk down the street to see if he was skipping today which even in that case he always told you so you wouldn't wait around for him but when you reached his trailer, you saw his van was gone so you got on your skateboard and headed to shool. Once you reached school you saw Eddie's van sitting in the parking lot which made you realize that he forgot you this morning and that hurt because Eddie always swore that you meant a lot to him.

Eddie had been in such a rush this morning almost sleeping in since he got home late from a deal last night and it wasn't until Gareth said something that he realized he forgot to pick you up this morning which made him feel bad. He figured that at lunch he could talk to you and explain himself only you didn't show up at lunch which made him frown because you always came to lunch. He left his table and went to find you which wasn't hard to do as you were standing in the hallway getting something out of your locker.

"There you are. I've been looking for you." He said walking up to you.

"Why?" You asked annoyed that he had the nerve to be even talking to you after what he did this morning.

"Well, I wanted to talk about this morning...." He said.

"There's nothing to talk about Eddie, if you didn't want to drive me anymore you should've said something instead of forgetting about this morning." You said slamming your locker shut as the bell rung and leaving Eddie there.

The next day Eddie went by your house to pick you up for school and was told by your mother that you had already left for school which made him frown, as he walked to his van figuring that maybe he could catch you on the way but he didn't.  This went on for the next few days of you avoiding Eddie in every way you could, which made Eddie realize how much he missed having you in the van with him.

You other hand hated having to ignore Eddie but you needed him to know that it hurt when he forgot about you that morning. After fourth period you sighed as you looked outside and saw it was raining making you wish Eddie could just take you home now so instead of getting drenched because you couldn't skate home in this so you would have to walk.

You were about halfway home and pretty soaked because it just wouldn't stop raining when you heard a van pull up beside you making you turn and see Eddie.

"Sweetheart, please get in the van." He said looking at you as you nodded your head and walked to the passenger side climbing in.

"Here." Eddie said handing you his jacket as you shook your head at him.

"Don't want to get it wet." You said.

"Just take it, it may take a while for it to get warm in here." He said as you took it from him and put it on.

"Now that I've got you here, I want you to know that I did not intentionally forget about you on that day, I was half tired that day because I had been out late working and assumed I grabbed you and didn't realize my mistake until Gareth said something to me. So I'm sorry." He said reaching for your hands.

"It hurt when I got to school that day and you were here, It felt like you subconsciously telling me that you didn't want to pick me up anymore, I needed you to understand that Eddie." You said.

"I would never do that, if I didn't want you to pick up or something I would just tell you to your face and not pull a dick move like that. Do you think you can forgive me, sweetheart?" He asked you.

"I think I can, as long as you forgive me for being stubborn and walking in the rain instead of hearing out on the first day." You said making him laugh.

"Your stubbornness is one of my favorite things about you sweetheart, let's get you home before you get hypothermia." He said making you laugh as he started driving again.

[gridgirldrabbles]

Mexican Sun

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x Y/N

Words: 3k

Warnings: cocky pierre but that’s about it!

Request: Hi!! In case the requests are still open, I'd have one for Pierre 😊 inspired by all these amazing mexican workout vids ofc 💦

Reader either works or stays at the same hotel Pierre does, and he loves the attention everyone gives him - except y/n who never followed f1 and doesnt have a clue who this guy is. He finds him attractive, but too cocky, so she ignores him. This frustrates but also intrigues Pierre so he tries to get her attention (cue workouts half-naked at the beach lol), but she is still not impressed. He sees then that he wont succeed the usual way, just by flashing her a nice smile and taking off his shirt, this time he actually has to make an effort to make her like him, or let even make her talk to him.

 You’d been on holiday now for a couple of days, soaking up the gorgeous Mexican sun as you let yourself relax for what felt like the first time in months. You’d taken two weeks off of work, deciding that you needed a break, so you spontaneously booked yourself a trip away. While the first few days had been rather uneventful with days comprised of laying in the sun while reading your book and the occasional dip in the ocean, it all changed when he arrived.

Ah yes, him. You didn’t know his name; you just knew that he was absolutely gorgeous. And absolutely a cocky asshole. You’d noticed him straight away when he’d arrived at the rather expensive hotel, his hair fluttering in the light breeze, his smile lighting up the faces of those around him. You’d been intrigued by him at first, but then you saw how he interacted with other women and your curiosity fell flat. The way he took his shirt off and paraded himself around like a peacock just wasn’t for you, you’d rather someone with a little…depth.

However, you weren’t going to complain about how often he took his shirt off, you could still appreciate his chiselled abs and golden tan. You thought you would have gone completely unnoticed by him, that was until one day you felt a shadow looming over you while you were trying to tan. You opened your eyes, hidden behind your sunglasses, to see the guy you’d be watching for the past few days standing over you.

‘Can I help you?’ You asked politely, subtly checking out his abs which looked even better up close.

He flashed you an award-winning smile, his eyes unashamedly running over your bikini-clad body. ‘I was wondering you would let me buy you a drink.’

It took all of your effort to not roll your eyes, knowing immediately where he thought this would lead to. You closed your eyes and settled comfortably back into your sun lounger, ‘no thanks, I’m all good.’ You pointed to the left of you where you had a half full mimosa waiting for you. It didn’t seem to deter him though.

‘How about coming for a swim with me then? Don’t you think I deserve it after the weekend I’ve just had?’

You furrowed your eyebrows at his statement, how were you meant to know how his weekend was, you didn’t even know his name. You slide your sunglasses to settle on top of your hair, giving him an even better view of your face that made his breath hitch in his throat, not that he let it show.

‘How am I meant to know what your weekend was like?’

His cheeky smile dropped from his face as reality dawned on him. You didn’t know who he was. It was rare nowadays that girls didn’t know who he was, and that’s probably why he’d been acting the way he had for the past few months. When girls were constantly throwing themselves at your feet it’s hard not to take advantage of it.

‘You don’t know who I am?’

‘No, am I meant to?’ His plan was falling to pieces around him. Usually, he would just go up to a pretty girl, ask to buy her a drink and she would be fawning around his feet in seconds.

‘My name’s Pierre, I’m a driver in formula 1.’ He can’t even remember the last time he had to tell someone that.

‘Oh, I can’t say that it’s ever interested me, but well done you!’ You didn’t mean for your comment to come out as sarcastic as it did, and Pierre couldn’t hide the shocked look on his face. ‘If we’re done here, could you move out the way of the sun? It’s getting a bit cold in the shade.’

He was so dumbstruck by your complete lack of interest in him that he left without another word. Why was he feeling so flustered? He’d been rejected by girls in the past, not very often that’s for sure, but it had happened. Why did this one make his stomach feel strange? He looked back over his shoulders towards you, basking in the warms rays of the sun with your sunglasses settled back on the bridge of your nose.

Pierre immediately knew what the feeling in his stomach was. It was the same feeling he got before he started a race. It was the desire to win. If you didn’t know who he was now, then he was going to make you wish that you did.

The next day you were in the same spot, book in hand and a fresh fruit platter to your right. You could really get used to living like this. Around thirty minutes went by and then Pierre jogged into your vision along with another man, heading towards the gym that was set up on the beach. It took a lot more willpower than you were willing to admit to keep your eyes on your book, your gaze often drifting towards the gym to see Pierre’s muscles straining as he lifted weights that were heavier than you. You must’ve read the same page at least three times before you managed to get a grip of yourself.

You sensed his eyes on you during his workout, but you tried to remain unbothered by it. As much as you weren’t interested in him, it was hard not to be a little bit flustered when an extremely attractive guy showed interest in you. After your admission the previous day that you didn’t know who he was, you would’ve thought that he would’ve moved on to the next girl whose underwear he could easily get into. Yet, you were quickly proven wrong.

The same shadow as the day before blocked out the sun, causing you to groan in frustration. Your eyes raised from your books to the figure in front of you, ‘back again?’

‘I came to see if you were ready for that drink yet.’

‘I thought I told you yesterday that I wasn’t interested?’

‘Well that was yesterday, you might’ve changed your mind once you got to stare at me a bit longer.’ The wink he flashed in your direction undeniably raised goosebumps along your arms, having a much more severe affect than you think any guy had had on you in the past. ‘I saw the way you were looking at me while I was in the gym, cherie, it’s okay to admit you think I’m hot.’

You scoffed at his bold words. He definitely wasn’t wrong, but you didn’t want him to know that. ‘How would you know I was looking at you if you weren’t already looking at me?’

‘So you admit you were looking at me?’ The smirk on his lips made you want to get on your knees for him but also smack it off his face at the same time.

‘Look, I’m going to be straight with you right now. I don’t care who you are. And I don’t want to go for drinks with you just because you think you’ll end the night with me in your bed. That’s not what I do.’

He shrugged as his eyes raked over you once more, ‘it’s your lose, mon amour. You know where I am if you change your mind.’

Pierre tried to play it cool as he walked away from you, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment that you had turned him down again. What was he doing wrong? Maybe he was approaching you in the wrong way.

The next morning he woke up with a plan. It was clear that you weren’t impressed by his fame, and you couldn’t be swayed by his body (although he definitely knew you liked the view), so he decided to take another course of action.

The familiar shadow crept over you once again. ‘Good morning, Pierre.’ Your eyes hadn’t lifted from your book yet but he had his fingers crossed that today would be the day he could sway you.

‘Good morning! Did you have a good sleep?’ That caught your attention. It was the first time that he’d come over that he hadn’t immediately asked you to go for a drink with him.

‘Uh, actually I did, thank you for asking.’ He had your full attention at this point.

‘I wanted to apologise for how I’ve been acting for the past couple of days. I thought you were really pretty and wanted to get to know you more but I obviously went about it in the wrong way. Can we start over?’

As much as you tried you couldn’t hide the small smile that settled across your lips. ‘That sounds nice, I’d like that.’

‘I also never asked for you name which was incredibly rude of me.’

‘It’s Y/N.’ Pierre didn’t often get flustered, but the way you said your name sounded like music to his ears.

‘Would you maybe like to come for a walk down the beach with me?’ He had a light blush dusting his cheeks at this point, but you couldn’t tell whether it was from your interaction or the heat of the sun.

‘I would love that.’ You quickly got your stuff together, throwing it into the tote bag you brought down with you every day while you slipped your sandals onto your feet.

What you thought would be over very quickly actually lasted for over an hour. It turns out that the two of you had a lot in common as well as a similar sense of humour. Pierre told you all about his career and his family, while you told him the exact same. You might’ve come from two very different backgrounds but that didn’t stop the two of you from getting on like a house on fire.

‘I wanted to say sorry for judging you so quickly. I’ve just had bad experiences with guys that I thought were like you, but it turns out you’re actually pretty sweet.’ You kept your eyes trained on your feet while you admitted your mistake, and by doing so you missed the sweet smile on Pierre’s face as he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

‘I know I came on quite strong, so you don’t have to apologise.’ The pair of you walked in comfortable silence until you got back to the hotel, both of you lingering, not wanting to leave each other quite yet.

Before you could second guess yourself you took the plunge and had been the bravest you’d ever been with a boy, ‘would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?’ No one could deny the brightness behind the Frenchman’s eyes at your offer, and he quickly agreed, planning on a time to come and pick you up from your room before parting ways.

It felt like an age before you heard the knock on your door. You’d already been ready to go for twenty minutes because you’d been so nervous that you occupied yourself with doing your makeup and choosing an outfit way earlier than you needed to. When you opened the door before you, you had to make a conscious effort to not gasp at the sight in front of you.

Pierre stood holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers, a baby blue button up adorning his torso, accompanied by white trousers and the most expensive looking shoes you think you’d ever seen. Not really used to the romance that came with a date, Pierre thrust the flowers towards you, words getting caught in his throat. You laughed at his actions and quickly went to find a cup that you could put the gorgeous arrangement in.

‘Are you ready to go?’ You nodded shyly, closing your door behind you. As gentlemanly as he could, he held his arm out for you which your gratefully latched on to. The small talk on the way down to the hotel restaurant was comfortable and it felt like talking to an old friend, not something you’d experienced many times in your life.

You were seated outside, the sea breeze dancing through the leaves of the palm trees that decorated the resort, the early evening sun giving you both a golden glow. Pierre chose the wine, you trusted that he knew more about it than you did, and then once you both ordered, you got back to chatting just as you were earlier in the day.

The more you learned about him the more you felt yourself wanting to open up to him. You spoke about the hardships you’d both faced throughout your lives, and he told you about the weekend that he lost Antoine. You felt the pang in your chest as he reminisced over the memories with his best friend and couldn’t help but smile when Pierre told you that you would’ve loved him.

Ambitions were shared between you both, discussions about where you both wanted to travel, what your favourite meal to cook was. It was like the two of you were catching up on years of missed friendship. You ate your meals in relative silence, both of you relishing in the five-star cuisine they had here.

Inevitably, the topic turned to your love lives. For you there wasn’t much to share, since your last relationship you’d been on a few dates, but nothing had ever come of them, not that you were really that upset by it. Pierre’s was definitely more complicated than yours.

‘It’s difficult to get involved with anyone being in the position I’m in, everyone feels as if they’re entitled to every detail of your life, and that includes whoever you’re dating.’ You nodded your head understandingly; you could imagine how hard it was to date in the public eye. ‘I’ve had a few girlfriends, but they always say that the pressure is too much for them and then they leave.’

You could see his throat straining as he was being painfully honest with you. ‘Well, if they can’t accept every bit that comes with dating you, then they obviously don’t deserve you.’ He smiled at your words, a genuine, heartfelt smile.

You settled on sharing a piece of chocolate cake for dessert, both of you too stuffer from your main course to have a whole one to yourself. You couldn’t help but think about how cliché it was. One dessert, two spoons, secrets shared over expensive wine that you would never be able to afford in a million years if you were paying for dinner. But you couldn’t care less. You were having so much fun that it just seemed so natural to do it with the man sat in front of you.

Before you could even finish your though, Pierre’s hand reached out across the table, spoon loaded with cake that he guided to your mouth. The blush on your cheeks could’ve started a housefire it was so hot, and you couldn’t help but giggle at his actions. You held out your spoon, copying his actions before purposefully missing his mouth and getting it on his nose.

‘Hey! What was that for?’ Pierre asked through his laughter while he wiped it off with a napkin. You didn’t feel the need to answer, instead grabbing his much larger hand in your own, thumb rubbing over his knuckles gently.

You both settled into your chairs, plates being taken away by the waiters and left to the quiet of the outside world. The only sounds that could be heard were the gentle rumbles of the restaurant indoors, the lulling of the waves onto the sand, and the sound of the crickets who had begun to come out as the sun had begin to set. It was perfect. Everything about this evening was undeniably perfect.

It wasn’t long before the restaurant was closing, and you had to part ways. Pierre insisted on walking you back to your room, claiming that he needed to be there if you get attacked by a cricket on your journey. You only laughed at his silly excuse and took his hand before heading up the elevator. Once you got to your door you both paused. You knew you wanted him to kiss you, but would that be too soon? You never kissed on the first date so why did you now feel an ache in your chest as you stared at his perfectly pink lips?

‘Can I kiss you?’ His whisper brought you out of your thoughts, solving your problem for you. You nodded gently and his lips slowly captured yours in a sweet embrace. You’ve had good kisses before, but nothing like this. His hands were settled on the curve of your waist, yours on his broad shoulders. It was tender and passionate at the same time, everything you had been hoping it would be.

You pulled away from each other gently, hands remaining in place while your faces were mere inches apart from each other. ‘Let me take you out tomorrow?’ He asked tentatively, hoping you had enjoyed the evening just as much as he had.

‘I would love that, as long as I get to watch you in the gym without hiding behind my sunglasses first.’ He chucked at your teasing, pressing his lips against yours for the final time that evening before bidding you goodnight, already counting down the hours until he could see you again tomorrow.

[buckyalpine]

Yk, I dont like angst, and I so do not like cheating fics. I agree with u, it could be triggering for me as well. (I read it anw still bc I like hurting myself) But i really love how you ended all of it. Never once did the reader forgave and took Bucky back. Love it.

If I may suggest, (solely for my petty ass self’s satisfaction) something for boundaries bucket and Sharon.

Like the group intentionally planned on going somewhere (just overnight) and excluded Bucky (a vacay, a celebration). Thats just the start tho. Bc y/n decided to invite Sharon to accompany bucket while theyre gone. And all of these info were given to bucket right before they left. Something like:

B: hey where are we going tonight?

Y/N: oh well, its (insert event) and WE *literally pointing at the group and excluding bucket* will be gone until tomorrow.

B: bu-

Y/N or nat idk hehe: and since we care sooo much abt you getting lonely here, we decided to invite Sharon over, so she could entertain you, keep you company, yk? You seem to like her presence so much anw.

B: no. I do not want her in anyway at all. I dont need her here. Just send her home.

Steve(?) maybe: oh do you not like the idea of us knowing? You guys would like to interact with the idea that you guys are hiding? You like the thrill?

Y/N(?) maybe: well, easy, maybe just forget and pretend that we dont know!

set it up like this in your head Sergeant Barnes, we told you we would be gone overnight, you decided this is the perfect time to go behind our backs again since yall badly miss and need e/o, so u invited her here, and bam! There ya go. You got the whole scenario set up.

Steve (?): I heard she misses you, you must miss her a lot, no?

B: no. No I do not want anything involving her, never needed nor missed her. If she goes here….

IDK SOMETHING LIKE THAT (it doesnt have to be exactly the way the convo went). I just love the idea of them always excluding bucket out unless necessary to include him, then pushing it in his face that he chose Sharon’s pussy over everything else, so he must live with it. Also Sharon may have liked bucky but all she would get from bucky after that incident is a glare of disgust. She kept throwing herself at bucky but in the end bucket avoided her like plague, even said he hates her more than hydra.

(Idk maybe im petty? Maybe I do not let go easily? Maybe im putting the blame too much on Bucket, but I just want them to suffer sooo much, emotionally.)

But this is just a scene? I think? Its your choice what plot, how it starts or ends, whatsoever, I trust ur creative and beautiful mind 💙

I'm sorry this took for fucking ever to get to, I hope this is sort of how you imagined it.

Months later after the incident:

Bucky looked at the pile of bags by the door, confused since he hadn't been told about any missions and it was rare the group went anywhere together. You sauntered in with a tiny sundress, adding a few last minute items to your bag, ignoring Bucky as he looked at you longingly. He still loved you. So much.

It was one thing to lose you if things simply didn't work out; the way he lost you was so much worse. He clenched his fists, trying to calm himself down before speaking.

"What's with all the bags...?"

You turned around, smiling at him sweetly, the smile he missed so much. The smile you only genuinely gave

"Well, WE are going to Clint's cabin for the weekend"

"Oh-

"Surprised no one told you, after all I even invited Sharon just to keep you company"

You shrugged at his hurt expression, continuing to arrange your bag. Bucky's jaw clenched, he'd ignored Sharon’s mass of calls and texts, surely 50 of them must have been regarding this trip but he never bothered checking.

“I- I don’t even want her, just send her home, or uninvite her, I never even liked her, she-

“She was wrapped around your dick” You snorted while Steve came to start putting things in the Jet. 

“Go easy on him y/n, maybe they just like the excitement of sneaking around and and fucking each other behind peoples backs. Honestly, if that’s what gets you off, we’re more than happy to pretend we don’t see you” 

You nearly cackled while Steve threw a few bags over his shoulder, not bothering to look at Bucky who was most likely about to cry. 

“Just pretend we don’t even know! I’ll even lay it out for you, picture this. We just told you we were taking a quick trip out of state and since you’re star crossed lovers, who just desperately miss and need each other so badly, you decided to take a romantic getaway here while we were all gone. I’m pretty sure Tony made some upgrades to the cabin, the walls are probably sound proof” 

“Y/n, please...” Bucky looked at you with pleading eyes, this was so much worse than any pain he’d experienced before. “I don’t like her, I still love you” 

You ignored him, zipping up your luggage while Nat walked by smirking. 

“Hmmm I heard she misses you” She sassed, rolling her eyes seeing Sharon making her way down the elevator. “You must miss her too, right? You guys had some real chemistry” 

Bucky remained silent, watching you while his heart continued to break. You were supposed to be his girl. It was supposed to be you. The girl he married, the girl he had a family with, the girl who he grew old with. 

He hated it. He hated himself. He had 100 choices he could have made every single time he had slipped up. It was bad enough it happened more than once. He betrayed you. He betrayed Steve. He couldn’t even look at himself in the mirror, feeling pure disgust and guilt with himself.  

Did he fuck up royally? Yes. 

Did he genuinely love you? Also...yes. And he always would. This wasn’t something he was ever going to move on from.

“Baby...” Bucky’s voice cracked as you shook your head, walking away. He’d times as many times as he could, begging and pleading. He knew the damage was done. He knew you’d never come back to him, even though he was going to wait for you for the rest of his life. 

“Bucky!” Sharon smiled, making her way towards him. Bucky felt bile rise in his throat, it didn’t matter how many times he told her he was done, she continued to throw herself at him. “You didn’t reply to my message. Everyone’s going to the cabin”

“Don’t you feel an ounce of guilt?” Bucky growled, staring at her packed bags in disbelief. 

“For what?” She snorted, shrugging nonchalantly, her eyes trailing up and down his body. 

“Sharon, I- never mind.  I can’t make this any clearer, I’m not interested” 

Bucky tried to shove past her to go back to his room while she ran after him, grabbing his arm. 

“But it’ll be so much fun! We’ll even get our own room” She whispered by his ear and Bucky could feel his blood boil. He yanked his arm out of her grasp, nearly knocking her off balance. “Don’t you like me-

“WILL YOU FUCK OFF?! PLEASE?!” Bucky took a few steps back, his patience reaching his limit. “I NEVER FUCKING LIKED YOU” 

Sharon gaped, staring at him like a fish out of water. Nothing pissed her off more than the fact that Bucky still liked you, 

“Why the fuck do you still like her?! Have you seen her? You can do so much better- 

Bucky ran a hand over his face, taking a few deep breaths that did nothing to calm him down but he didn’t want to do something he’d regret. He’d already done enough of that. 

“Fuck off. FUCK OFF I lost my girl because of a stupid fucking choice I made, I’ll deal with those consequences now, but that doesn’t mean I want you. I never wanted you. We fucked. That’s it. I loved her and I STILL love her” 

“You-You can’t do this to me, 

“Sharon, in all fucking honesty, Hydra wasn’t as awful as you” 

Sharon scoffed, tears streaking her face as she threw her bag to the floor before going back to her room. 

“Shall we go, pretty lady?” You squealed as Thor effortlessly swept you off your feet from behind, carrying you to the jet. (Or some other character if Thor isn’t your cup of tea, pick through your roster of choices) 

“You don’t have to carry me” You giggled, throwing your arms around his neck, snuggling into his hold.

“And let my princess walk while carrying these bags all day?” He gasped, before kissing your nose. “Absolutely not” 

Bucky watched you leave in his arms, your eyes twinkling, your laugh echoing down the hall. He broke a hole in the wall. Then another. Even after utterly destroying his room, he felt nothing. No sense of relief. You were gone. You were not coming back. 

The nightmare he brought on himself would never end. 

-

(and then it was all a dream, and he woke up from the nightmare and you were snuggled by his side and he proposed to you the next day and you got married and Steve was the best man and then you had lots of sex and had lots and lots of babies and grew old together the end im never writing about this godawful au again) 

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Hello! Could I request Kaeya, Childe, Thoma and Gorou (or any combination thereof) with a male reader who’s insecure about being short? Thank you ~

˚ꕥ·˚꒰ shortcake ꒱ ₊˚ˑ

εïз Kaeya, Childe, Thoma and Gorou (seperate) Short!Male!Reader

εïз Modern AU

εïз Warnings: a lil bullying, insecurities

awee as a short boy who gets bullied sometimes for my height im super excited to do this request ! i hope u enjoy ! ♡

also im so sorry this took so long D: i havent had much motivation recently so i didnt write much:((

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εïз Kaeya

He was taller than you, it was obvious. You were quite short and people would bully you for it which made you insicure about your height:(

Kaeya would always scold the people who bullied you or scare them away, what he never really realized was the fact you hated your height.

Until one night he heared you crying in your room, when he went into your room the check up on you, he saw you crying on your bed chugging down a carton of milk whilst watching some tv show.

You tried so hard to get taller but you just couldn’t. he felt so bad for you:( he had to do something, he wouldnt be your “ knight in shining armour “ if he didnt.

εïз Childe

He definitely scares away all the people who bully you , he just wants you to feel safe, thats all:(

One night when he got home from work he saw you crying on the couch D: he just had to make sure you’re okay, he loves you, doesnt he ?

Even if he’s tired he’s gonna cheer you up because there is noooo way he’s gonna let his boyfriend get bullied over something as unimportant as his height

The only shortie here is scaramouche not you.

εïз Thoma

This man. He’d hate to see you upset:( He’d HATE it ! He never wants you to be sad because of bullies, theres no way he would.

Everytime he see’s you upset over the bullying he’d probably make you a nice yummy meal to help you feel better, i mean, who wouldnt wand a delicious meal from a beautiful man ???

He just wants you to be happy, ignore the bullies, you dont need them, what you do need is some nice soft love from a pretty man named Thoma:3

i love him

εïз Gorou

If he saw you upset over some bullies he’d definitely let you pet his fluffy ears and/or tail. I feel like he’d also lightly kiss your face.

He’d be very huggable so I feel like he’d cuddle you on the couch whilst you watch some cute show or something idk xp

I imagine him being the big spoon so I also imagine him wrapping his tail around you so while you two cuddle you can still play with his tail (if youre back is facing him LMAO)

Just alot of cuddles and pets until you feel better<3

[beneathashadytree]

Ahh i saw ur mirko fic and i just had to request! If this request doesnt work then you can ignore this!

okay so college AU !

Mirko has a best friend shes sleeping over with and shes in love with her best friend, and when theyre asleep she just has her chance and starts smoother them in affection and small smooches until they wake up leading them to a makeout session? (Kinda suggestive theme i hope thats in the category, if not please do ignore this!) i hope this request does you best!

A little add on! No need to put it in but its optional as long as your comfortable!

Can you make the gn!reader have some sort of style related to grunge masc? But the reader goes by they/them! And is like the tomboy in the friendship, but if this doesnt make you comfortable write it however you want! (2/2)

“FRIENDS”? - MIRKO/RUMI USAGIYAMA X READER

Warnings : college AU, this could count as dub-con seeing as the reader is asleep at first, making out, this is not proofread, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : suggestive fluff

Word count : 0.8K words

Additional notes : Thank you so much for your request! I’m a sucker for the best friends to lovers trope🥰 However, I live in a place where clothes aesthetics aren’t a thing, so I have no idea what grunge masc style is, I’m really sorry🫠 But don’t worry, I’m most comfortable writing for gender-neutral readers using they/them pronouns, as they’re my preferred identities and pronouns irl too! Idk if the tomboy part is obvious, but I tried to make it come naturally. Hope you enjoy this!!💗💗

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“And… now we’re done with the skincare routine.” Rumi left the bathroom in her PJs with an excited gait, only to find that her best friend was nestled underneath the covers, snuggled into the pillow and clearly fast asleep. “Did I really take that long?” she whispered, before shrugging and softly padding across the room.

After switching off the lights and carefully crawling in beside them, Rumi couldn’t help but stare up at them in awe. They looked so incredibly peaceful, none of the stress caused by college apparent on their face, all the stress lines gone. It was almost angelic; the way their lips were slightly pouted as they breathed slowly and steadily. Whether that was because they’d been struggling with the massive amount of assignments at this time of year, or because she was just so utterly smitten by them… eitherways, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from them.

‘Lovesick’ was the only way to describe how she looked at her best friend all the time, but they were rather daft when it came to things like this. It was a blessing in the way that they never thought twice about the affection Rumi always gave them, but it was also a curse that her feelings would always go unseen and consequently unreciprocated.

Still, she rather liked the idea of cuddling up to them as she often did. With a happy sigh of comfort, she tucked her head underneath their chin, and if she could purr as she nestled into their chest, she would’ve. Strong arms encircled them, as she tugged them as close as possible. It was rather nice, getting to entwine their legs together and lie like that.

“So fucking cute,” she mumbled under her breath as they unconsciously squeezed her back. Cheeks burning red with adoration, Rumi gently pressed her lips against their arm in a small kiss. She waited for a couple of seconds, just to make sure that she hadn’t woken them up. Seeing them still sleeping soundly, she got a little braver, and began to pepper chaste, innocent kisses all over any place her lips could reach—their arm, their shoulder, their collarbones, and even their chin.

As she courageously left a soft, open-mouthed kiss against their neck, the hand that had been clutching her waist tightened, as a deep sound escaped their throat. Rumi froze, red eyes blown wide as they shifted in her arms.

“Quite the daring bunny, aren’t you? I don’t remember this being a thing friends do.” Their voice was a little gruff and scratchy with sleep, but it still sent Rumi’s heart fluttering in her chest and a warmth blooming in her tummy.

Her momentary shock was quickly replaced by the urge to tease them even more. Damn it; she was so hopelessly in love with them.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it. You latched onto me the moment I got under the covers.”

With a lazy grin that had her blushing furiously, their fingers tipped her chin upwards, the challenging look in their eyes kindling the raging fire inside of her.

“Wouldn’t dream of lying. But I’ve got to one-up you this time.”

And before Rumi could process what was happening, their soft lips were on hers, stealing her breath away. She stilled for a moment, before she melted into the kiss and allowed herself to be swept away. Firm but gentle hands swept over her back, caressing her as the warmth of their tongue invaded her mouth. A shameless moan escaped her, their taste overwhelming her as she arched her back in delight. Tongues enwtined as they passionately kissed, Rumi hadn’t even noticed the way she’d begun squeezing her thighs closed in pleasure.

It was a little messy, with eager hands roaming, teeth nipping deviously at her lips, and sounds of sweet satisfaction escaping them. Rumi felt them all over her and in her, and she couldn’t help but fall in love with this all-consuming feeling, the same way she’d fallen in love with them. Her hands had clutched the front of their shirt, to get some semblance of control over herself, but all rational thought had gotten thrown out the window the moment they moaned into her mouth.

Only when they had to come up for air did they separate—much to both their dismay—and pant heavily in each other’s arms, pupils blown wide and hair askew.

Twisting to lie on their back, they tugged Rumi to sit upright on their lap. A quick glance at the alarm clock on the bedside table reminded her of how late it actually was.

“If we stay up any longer, we won’t be able to wake up for our morning run,” she breathlessly noted, her knees on both sides of their body. A now-familiar mixture of adoration and desire churned in her belly as they smirked up at her, hands firmly gripping her hips in place as she let out an involuntary whine of delight.

“Might as well get some exercise in to make up for that, then.”

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[cyborg-franky]

hello franky. i hope emergency requests are open because im in a huge need of one right now. if theyre not just ignore.

this has been the shittiest week of my entire life. nothing went right, felt extra su/cidal and anxiety wont leave me alone when im trying to sleep. feeling like the most worthless being ever. my birthday was this week but it got ruined. i lost my appetite and havent eaten for 3 days. i wont be able to celebrate christmas properly because i have alot of college work to do. i feel like im gonna break if anything else happens..

i wish i could get some comfort from kid and killer right now(separate or poly, doesnt matter).. sorry for my english, its not my first language.

thank you in advance<3

I am really sorry this took so long I have been very busy, struggling and sick still. I hope you managed to enjoy the holidays a little at least and I hope things aren't as horrid any more.

I hope these brings you some comfort <3

Killer x Kid x GN Reader [POLY] SFW Word Count: 582

Every time anyone came to the door you simply told them you were sick, something that they might catch and imagine how pissed Kid would be if he caught something. That was usually enough to get people to leave you alone. Kid and Killer knew when you needed a little space, claiming you were sick was always your way of hiding the crushing feelings that had become too much to deal with.

You always lied and said you were sick, too worried about what everyone else was going to say, showing weakness as a pirate was bad right? especially when you held yourself to such standards of being ‘scary’ and ‘intimidating’ like the rest of the crew.

Staring at the ceiling, counting each plank above your head, trying to push all the negative thoughts of your head, the things that bothered you until you couldn’t even manage to pull yourself out the bed, it had maybe been a few days since you’d considered selfcare as basic as a shower.

There was a knock at the door, you sighed and rolled over, back facing the door, you knew it was Killer checking in on you again, you didn’t want to worry him, he was too busy to fuss with the likes of you, least you’d told yourself this.

Another knock at the door, you said and did nothing. There was the sound of voices, muffled behind the wood, you recognised them both, it was Kid and Killer.. You were about to call over your shoulder that you were still feeling sick.

The door splintered in half under the weight of a well-placed kick. You let out a strangled confused sound. Looking over at the now kicked through door, Killer and Kid stepped through, Killer had a bowl of noodles in his hand and a glass of water.

Kid sat on side, the bed shifted sending you a little higher, Killer sitting the other side, balancing it out. You sighed and looked at the floor, you didn’t know how to explain to your partners you were under the weather.

“Eat and drink this” Killer instructed and handed you the glass first, you side eyed it but felt Kid’s intense gaze on you. Downing the water and taking the bowl from Killer, the red-haired man let out a hmp as you’d done as asked.

“You don’t need to tell us what’s wrong, we know your feeling like shit” Killer started, knowing he would have to be the diplomat in this situation.

“We just want you to eat and fucking fuck, shower, want me to hose you down on the deck?” Kid asked with a snort. Killer sending him a hidden look.

“I’ll help you shower” The blond said, his hand running through your locks.

“We ain’t here to baby you, or make you feel bad, just you ain’t shown your face in a few days” Kid muttered, shuffling closer to you slightly.

“What if I want to be left alone?” You asked, eating more of the noodles that had been brought you.

“Come have a shower, get some fresh air with us and if you still feel like shit after we’ll fix your door and just let you have more time” Killer said, his hand rubbing your back softly.

“Just try for us yeah?” Kid mumbled watching you nod your head, a small smile on your lips, the food in your belly was already helping but knowing these two carried about you, it was nice.

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