#if yall have anything nice to say i'd appreciate it

[strxbrymochi]

i know im quite late but this has been stuck in my head and i need to get it out so here are my 12am impulse thoughts,,,

how i imagine nct dream would be on valentine's day;

note: this is just the vibes i get from seeing them and 100% based on my delusional imagination

mark;

i am extra delulu for this man rn its so bad

i feel like he would be such a wholesome valentine date

straight up imagined some sort of serenading going on bc hello guitar skills?? and his voice??

i'd imagine he'd gift you some sort of designer thing (just cause i think he's the type to spoil u for special occasions bc ur his girl yk screams)

i think good food = good talks = just enjoying each other's company; type of guy i genuinely feel like you can have hour hour hours long convos and not get bored

lots of laughs bc hearing his laugh >>>

feel more home date vibes where you take out your fave foods and just jam out love songs in pjs but i can also see late night walks or going to some lowkey resto so yalls dont get spotted

renjun;

this guy is for real a deep down romantic aint no way with that face and attitude have you seen how he speaks to some of the dreamies??

defs would serenade u if u ask him to (imagine him shy at first but giving it his all aww)

hands down will gift u something he custom made i do not doubt this given he made custom hoodies for the rest of dream but yours defo will be extra special and made with care <3

can imagine some sort of art date or a quiet night for the two of yalls, him spoiling u a bit cause valentines is extra reason to do so

honestly if i was on a date w him i'd just stare at him ... oops

i think u guys should do the "draw each other" trend as a gift and ur drawing of him looks horrendous (bc u are not as gifted in the arts-- if you are good for u) while his of you looks majestic but he keeps it anyways bc u made it (hearing his beautiful laugh makes it worth ut too anyways)

jeno;

ok look i think jeno's v acts of service-y

wouldn't question if he attempts to cook for you or do things for you a lot more often on valentines to show his love for u (wake up to meals and a clean house yessir-- only for today tho GAHAHAHAHA)

another one i think would spoil you with designer stuff and just imagine the little cute smile on his face when he watched you open the gifts cause he's out here looking at u w pure genuine love (must be nice)

my man's a gamer would probs challenge u to a game or two before heading out

ice cream !!!!!! i have seen 2 vlogs w him looking for and eating ice cream i think you guys will defs have an ice cream taster or smtg (he's so me!!)

idk bro i love jeno any boyfriend fantasy i have in my dreams is played out by him. TT

haechan;

nah yea atp they'd all spoil you (pls dream is full of loving green forest men)

i can imagine deep talks about your future together like wouldnt be surprised if mans doesnt just propose to you alr thats how much he loves you

clingy clingy boy and he is not afraid to show you and let you know how much he loves u !

would hands down take you to the BEST restos and yalls would have insanely good food

can see some karaoke or bowling or idk just an activity yalls can do together before going home for a quiet night of the talks and just enjoying each other's presence

where do i find one genuine question

jaemin;

royalty treatment all the way

breakfast in bed: check with four course meal, flowers: check, gifts: check, chore-free house: check say less

i feel like jaemin is a very big words of affirmation guy so he will not stop complimenting you or saying he loves you

takes a lot of pictures of you too

yk also i think he'd actually send his mom flowers for valentine's day too

staring at you for hours with that stupid cute grin of his, eyes full of adoration

would have all your wants and preferences memorised hes so attentive you actually dont need to worry or do anything all day (just appreciate it bc u deserve him and his love!!!)

chenle;

(there were like no chenle gifs wtf)

PRESIDENT ZHONG CHENLE!!!!! money moves fr name what u want and u got it, spoiled level 1000 on valentine's day

if he could go around freely i think he's the type to take you to fancy ass restaurants like those rich hotel ones (but like if not that's ok he'll spoil you through other means)

he's a menace sometimes i think he'd joke around and try to get on your nerves a bit for fun like imagine him rocking up and being like what day is it today? oh it's valentine's? what's that idk what that is. was i meant to do smtg for u? (him and haechan fr would be the type to tease u so bad) all that just for laughs i can alr imagine the look on his face

as sweet as he is i think at one point he'd either make you do smtg so stupid w him or get a random ass matching present just for the lols (he rlly doesn't gaf he's so real and u love him for it)

jisung;

my sweet sweet child (we're like the same age)

i feel like he'd be so babie trying to prep everything and making sure everything is perfect for u awwwie

tries to act all tough and cool but melts on the inside, compliment him once he shows that smile of his and he's down forever

would be the type to get advice from his hyungs on what to do but be so shy when asked (sksks hes adorable pls)

i feel like he would make you a custom gift like something you can take w u always but also get u something expensive idk unless ur not into that stuff GAHAHA

IMAGINE he tries cooking for u but oblivious kiddo ended up burning it but its ok he tried, yalls got takeout instead

OK ALSO think him trying to teach u how to dance that'd be so cute or yalls can end it w a movie just in each other's presence and u fall asleep next to each other on the couch (BYE SO CUTE IM DED)

ok that's it im done i need to sleep good night (stay delulu besties <3)

[uceyliyahh]

UNDER YOUR TOUCH

Summary: After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 3434

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso x Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

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ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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19.

TIANA

I'd been feeling ill for the last two weeks and had no idea what was going on, so I headed to the shop to purchase a pregnancy test. When I got home from the store, I walked into the bathroom and opened the box while pulling out two of the pregnancy tests. I peed on both sticks while flushing the toilet, nervously walking back and forth, chewing my fingernails. When I flipped them over, I was taken aback since both of them said nice things. I could not believe I was pregnant.

I grabbed my phone and texted Trinity, Bianca, and Emma because we were all in a group chat together.

IMESSAGE GC 💬 Tiana: guys...I have some news... Breezy: bestie what happened?? Trin🤭🫶🏽: yeah, what happened T? Em♥️: what's wrong?

Breezy: BITCH YOURE PREGNANT?????? Trin🤭🫶🏽: TIANA ARE YOU DEADASS RN JOSH GOT YOU KNOCKED UP? Em♥️: omg....😳😳 Tiana: yeah...I am pregnant I haven't been feeling good for the past two weeks so I had to figure out what the hell was wrong with me I couldn't eat anything. Breezy: I'm going to be an auntie!!! 🥹🥹 Tiana: oh my goodness here you go 😭 Trin🤭🫶🏽: I gotta tell Jon about this Em♥️: does that mean we get to take turns taking care of the little one? Tiana: wait don't tell Jon yet because yk he'll go run his mouth to Josh so lemme tell him Trin🤭🫶🏽: fineeee tiana 🙄🙄 Breezy: we finna be aunties yall like omg can't believe this is happening Tiana: lawd but im going to keep these hidden until I see Josh so yall don't say anything to him Trin🤭🫶🏽: alrighty babygirl Breezy: my lips are sealed Em♥️: kk girly. Tiana: thank you I'll ttly

I emerged from the restroom with both pregnancy tests in my hand, still stunned that I was carrying this man's baby. I placed both of them inside my drawer and concealed them behind my clothing as I approached the mirror on my wall.

Lifting up my shirt and massaging my tummy, I imagined myself becoming a fine-ass mom. As I was rubbing my belly, I heard my phone ring and halted my motions to retrieve it off the dresser.

It was Jey calling me. God, I hope the girls didn't tell him; that would just ruin the surprise.

OTP ZaddyJey🤍: hey mamas what you doing? Mamas🩷: I'm at home alone right now chilling since I've haven't been feeling good lately and my hormones has been making me feel emotional too. ZaddyJey🤍: you want me to come over later? Mamas🩷: yesss baby I miss yo' fine ass anyways ZaddyJey🤍: hm, I miss yo' cute ass too love imma slide through later after work I'll make sure to bring some clothes then. Mamas🩷: yayyy my hubby is spending the nighhht ZaddyJey🤍: you're so goofy baby ight then mama I'll see you later I love you Mamas🩷: I love you tooo

CALL ENDED

I laid down on my bed and instructed Alexia to crank up the chilly air. I curled up under my nice blanket, grabbed the remote, and turned on Baddies Caribbean, my favorite program.

While watching my TV, I became tired for a second. I attempted to open my eyes, but it didn't work, so I fell asleep, allowing my show to play itself.

✧.*

I awoke to my phone buzzing. As I managed to open my eyes, I noticed Jey beckoning me. I sat up and peered out the window, noticing his car in my driveway. I dashed downstairs, opened the door, and discovered him waiting there with food in his hand.

"Damn girl, you didn't hear me calling you?" He questioned me while I scratched the crust out of my eyes. "I'm so sorry, Bubba. I was in a deep slumber and had forgotten you were even coming," I said.

"It's alright, Mama. Please let me know next time. C'mon, so we can eat because I know you haven't eaten yet." I nodded affirmatively as I let him inside the home and slammed the door behind him.

He set the food and beverages on the table in the living room. This man bought some Waffle House for dinner since he adored the establishment.

He bought me a grilled chicken sandwich with fries and a lemonade, and he grabbed himself a BLT. I grabbed the remote from the table and turned on Twilight, as it was the time of year when the leaves dropped.

I hope I don't throw up the food he brought for us to eat since I've been feeling terrible all day and haven't eaten anything. While watching the movie, I felt my mouth turn sour, so I jumped up from the couch and hurried to the toilet, vomiting up.

'Goddamnit, this is getting ridiculous.'

I heard Jey's footsteps enter the bathroom as he pulled my hair up and patted my back while I vomited.

After throwing up, I flushed the toilet, wiped my face with a towel, and looked at Jey. I could interpret his facial expression; he appeared worried and perplexed.

"You good mama?" Jey asked.

"Y-yeah, I just need some water to help with all of this." I said, knowing damn well that my pregnancy is causing all of this.

"I'll go grab it for you. Why don't you go lie down on the couch? I'll come meet you." I did what I was told to do, lying down on the couch and rubbing my tummy.

'Hopefully, after this, I could surprise him with the pregnancy test.'

I saw Jey walking towards me with a cold water bottle in his hand. As he gave it to me, I grabbed it from his hand, opened it up, and drank it.

After drinking the water, I placed my head on Jey's lap, continuing to watch Twilight and feeling him play with my hair.

His touch felt calming and comfortable. I looked up at him while his eyes were fixed on the movie, but he could see I was admiring him.

He looked down at me with deep, hooded eyes, seized my chin, and pressed his soft lips against mine, kissing me a few times in the process.

He backed away as he grinned at me. God, he was so beautiful it wasn't funny. I sat straight on his lap, straddling him as I felt him grab my hips.

"I have a surprise for you that you might like," I added, toying with his mullet.

He arched an eyebrow at me, "What kind of surprise?" I chucked at him before jumping off his lap and rushing upstairs to my room. I proceeded to the drawer, grabbed both pregnancy tests, and tucked them behind my back as I headed downstairs. He was sitting there on his phone, waiting for me to reveal his surprise.

When I walked in front of him, his gaze fixed on me. I told him to close his eyes while pulling his hand out and placing both of the pregnancy tests in his hand.

He opened his eyes, seeing them both in his hand. As I watched, his face went into complete shock. He looked up at me, then back down at the tests.

"Tiana, don't play with me right now. Are you actually pregnant?" Jey questioned me.

"Yes, Josh, I'm really pregnant." I said.

"This gotta be a prank. Tink, yo' ass must be pranking me." I shook my head while coming towards him to sit on his lap, playing with his mullet, saying, "It's not a prank, baby. I'm serious."

He scooped me up by the thighs, giving me a few kisses on the lips while spinning me around in the process, causing me to feel dizzy.

Jey smiled at me happily. We are actually going' to become parents like actual parents.

"I am so happy, baby; I'm going to be a father, " he said softly, with excitement in his voice.

"Me too, Josh. I can't believe this is happening," I said before yawning.

Jey took note of this as he grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV before taking his phone and pregnancy tests as he carried me upstairs to my room.

He shut the door behind him with his foot and placed me on my lovely covers while I watched him remove his clothing. His toned skin, strong frame, and gorgeous Samoan tattoos were so exquisite that I couldn't help but approach up to him and stand in front of him as he seized me with his gaze.

Feeling all over his chest and face, he had such beautiful features I couldn't keep my hands to myself as I felt his hand around my waist.

"What's up, mamas?" he said as his gaze shifted to mine. I looked up at him with innocent eyes and placed my lips on his neck, kissing it wetly. I felt his hands slither down to my ass, gripping it tightly as I proceeded to give him wet kisses on his neck, marking him up in the process.

He grabbed my thighs and went backward towards the bed, where he sat down with me, straddling his lap.

He grabbed me forcefully by the throat, stopping me in my tracks. "you know you drive me crazy tink?" He spoke with a heavy tone of voice.

"I know I do so how about you let me take control of the situation and you." I replied with a smile.

I moved off his lap as he shuffled back towards the headboard, slipping his sweatpants and PSD boxers off. Seeing his long and curved dick rise up and strike his stomach.

My mouth watered at the sight of it, and his black stare was fixed on me and my motions as I slid my hair to the side.

SMUT WARNING

I started stroking his dick up and down, seeing the pre-cum pouring out of it and watching him relax via my touch.

I kissed his gorgeous mushroom tip, teasing him slightly as I heard his breathing tremble; he never allowed me to do this to him; generally, he would take charge of the situation or demonstrate his power.

"B-baby, stop teasing me, girl.." he rasped as I chuckled at him before going down on him.

I swirled my tongue around his tip, going all the way down until his tip was hitting the back of my throat.

I bopped my head up and down on his dick, hearing his sweet moans escaping from his lips, gazing up at him. He had his head thrown back on the headboard, clenching his legs in the process.

He opened his eyes, staring deeply into my soul as I continued to suck the soul out of him. Feeling his hand caressing my face.

"Fuckkk, baby, just like that, keep goin'." I loved the way he was sounding right now; it was turning me on even more.

"Mhmm, keep talking to me, love," I mutter softly while continuing to circle my tongue around the tip.

I felt him move his hips, pushing his dick deeper inside of my mouth, grabbing a whole load of my hair, and began to face fuck me. I maintained my breathing as I let him face fuck me hearing his heavy breathing.

"Shit, mama, your mouth feels so good wrapped around my dick, letting me fuck this pretty face of yours." Jey grunted as he continued to thrust his hips.

All you could hear were wet noises coming from my lips as all of my saliva was dripping down all over his dick and my hands.

He abused my throat every chance he got while my eyes fluttered and my throat spasmed. With every single thrust he would just go deeper and deeper I started to form tears into my eyes.

"Ouuu fuck mami...taking me so well...make me nut mama..." his breathing became more shaky and heavy, knowing that he was almost close to his climax.

Feeling his dick twitching inside of my mouth along with his legs twitching too, as his tip was deep inside of my throat.

Rolling his eyes in the back of his head, thrusting his hips in the process, I used both of my hands, stroking him up and down while he did that, driving him insane.

After abusing my throat some more, I heard a loud groan escaping from his lips while his warm seeds spilled down my throat, eating that shit up.

I felt him shaking violently, seeing him pull out his dick away from my mouth, hearing that pop as my face felt flushed, seeing his chest heaving up and down.

I stick my tongue out at him, showing him that I swallow all of his nut, smiling at him as he chuckles at me, trying to catch his breath.

"Yo' ass is nasty baby but c'mere and ride this dick tho mama." Jey said while curling up his fingers.

I did what I was told to do, removing my booty shorts along with my cheeky panties and crawling towards his way before climbing on top of him.

I grabbed his dick rubbing his tip on my now wet folds before sticking it in, I sat down on it as a gasp escaped my lips feeling his hands on my hips as I began to ride him cowgirl style.

I was bouncing up and down on his dick as he was guiding me with my hips we maintained eye contact with each other while he racked his hand onto my ass cheeks as I whined.

"Fuck daddy, this dick feels so good..." I moaned, holding onto his shoulders.

"Yeah? Keep ridin' yo' dick, mama. This is all yours, baby." He replied in a raspy tone.

I had my eyes rolling in the back of my head while throwing my head back in the process as he continued to give my ass a few smacks.

He grabbed me up by the throat, placing his soft lips on mine, slipping his tongue in the process as we tongue kissed each other.

He guided my hips up and down his dick as my walls were clenching around him, causing him to groan between the kiss. Removing his lips from mine, replacing them with my neck, marking me up just like how I did him.

"You're so fucking pretty, you that mama?" He whispered softly in my ear.

"Uhn Huh, daddy fuck..."

I circled my hips on his dick, feeling myself breaking underneath him every single time, spelling my name on his dick.

His tip was hitting my spot as I continued to circle my hips like crazy, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure.

"Keep goin' fo' me baby fuck...this my shit?"

"Yess daddy this is all yours I'm yours forever baby.."

"Damn, right, ma yo' ass better know you belong to." I felt a pit go down my stomach as my facial expressions turned up, which caught his attention, knowing that I was going to cum all over him.

He got some control, firmly grabbing my hips and pushing his hips to meet my motions. Skins were clapping against each other as I screamed his name across the entire bedroom.

He was beating my shit up while I placed my face into his neck, moaning in his ear.

"Mhm, take this dick like a big girl. This shit is making you go stupid." Jey grunted as he continued to hammer into my gummy walls.

I love it when he talks nasty to me; it makes me want to smear his dick with my essence. I clutched his shoulders hard, knowing that I was getting near to my climax. I let out a loud groan as my body began to tremble beneath him, covering his dick with my cream. I wanted to get off of him right now, but he gripped my waist tightly, his powerful arms hammering into my wet creamy cunt deeply.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck Josh please...I can't take it..." I mewled weakly.

"Nah baby take this fucking dick and be a good girl fo' me baby." I did what I was told to do as I let him continue to beat my pussy in.

He was giving me these harsh strokes, kissing me all over my neck while I held his shoulders for dear life, sensing another orgasm approaching. I felt his dick quiver inside of me, knowing he was about to cum in my shit.

I was so overwhelmed that tears welled up in my eyes as I swallowed my saliva and threw my head back. I couldn't even fathom what was going on. 

Making me feel as if my brain needed to be rebooted, he shoved his hips farther into my gushy insides, causing me to gasp loudly as he smirked. Seeing how I trembled beneath his touch.

"Fuck baby, I'm finna nut all in yo' shit stuffing yo' ass like a turkey." After a few more thrusts, he and I came together as a groan escaped from our lips.

I felt his warm seeds inside of me filling me up well as he and I were panting heavily. He pulled his dick out from me, and his seeds were dripping out from my pussy and onto his stomach.

SMUT OVER.

We didn't move an inch from each other as I laid on his chest hearing his breathing going steady while his hands were still wrapped around my waist hugging me.

His lips gently kissed me on the neck and chest before we could finally pull away from each other. We looked into each other's eyes, smiling at each other, and I saw sweat dripping down his body.

"Damn that shit felt so good mama." Jey said.

"Y-yeah it did..ion' think I can move my body at the moment." I replied earning a chuckle from him.

"I can tell c'mon I'll carry you into the bathroom so we can take a bath together ight?" He scooped me up by my legs carrying me inside my bathroom placing me on top of the sink.

Turning on the faucet, he checked the temperature of the bath water, making sure that it wasn't hot or anything.

✧.* After we took a bath together, I was cuddled up on his chest, hearing his heartbeat while he was on his phone, scrolling through his social media.

Meanwhile, I was watching my show, gasping as I watched the girls fight each other, taking each other's wigs off while knocking their heads in.

"Why do you even watch this shit Tiana?" Jey questioned me, and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Because bae it's interesting to me and funny don't be hater now." I said sarcastically.

"Mane, I ain't no hater. I'm just saying," he earned a hum from me as my eyes were focused on the show.

I felt his hand on my tummy, pulling me closer to him as he began to rub it before placing a soft kiss on my neck.

I turned my head to look at his features, and he was already admiring me. I kissed him on the lips as he responded.

"I'm so nervous love." I said.

"Why mama?"

"Because what if I'm not a good mom to our little one?" He raised his eyebrow, looking at me.

"Baby, I think you'll be a great mother. Don't doubt yourself, okay? I'll be right there with you," Jey said as he reassured me.

I gave him one last kiss before turning off the TV and getting comfortable in the bed. He wrapped his arms around my waist, whispering in my ear.

"I love you mama"

"I love you too papa."

Under Your Touch.

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A/n: I have some sad news this book is coming to a close soon only four more chapters to go I really did enjoy writing this book but I am so happy for Tiana and Jey fr fr.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

Stay Ucey.

[aftgficrec]

Can you please suggest fics where neil and bee have more interactions. Or even ones about andrew and bee talking about neil or anything else

Btw I really really appreciate everything yall do! God bless you.

Here is what we found for you. -A

Neil/andreil talk to Bee:

Neil goes to therapy here

‘we softly stir the violence’ and ‘Healing’ series parts 1 & 3 here

‘“I wish I'd never…”’ here

‘Andrew Minyards Crystal’ here

‘pain our brain has made’ here (updated)

‘not to blame for falling’ series and ‘sidelines’ here

‘on the tip of my tongue (say something)’ series here (completed)

‘Andrew and Neil's guide to getting better’ series here

‘True Love Waits’ series here

‘Cyberstalking’ here

‘Promises’ here

‘A Taste of Your Own Medicine’ here

‘The Massive Continuity of Ducks’ and ‘Ghost of You’ here

‘A collection of Andreil one-shots’ ch 3 here

‘I Don't Know’ here

‘The Destination Was Always Forever’ (updated), ‘Minyard-Josten Rivalry’ (updated), ‘sunrise, abram’ series, ‘and in a flash, it's gone.’ series part 2, and ‘Stay Where I Can Reach’ here

Andrew talks to Bee about Neil:

previous ask here

‘Unspoken’ here

‘AFTG Drabbles’ parts 1 & 8 here

‘Paper Cut Hearts’ here

‘the shuffling of cards’ here

‘words can't warm the windows of my soul’ here

‘The Hand That Needs Me’ here

‘Mother Mannequin’ here

‘Anything’ here

‘the icarus to your certainty’ here

‘No straighter path than to struggle’ here

‘Can we can pretend like we're (not) in love?’ here

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tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: nightmares, tw: bedwetting

i'll take anything you have (if you could throw me a line) by ifitmeanslosingyou [Rated M, 923 Words, Complete, 2024]

the sunrise can be pretty, neil thinks, but instead of the pinks and oranges washing him with ease, neil can’t help the panic at the thought that he’s been up here for longer than he planned to he wonders if anyone has even realized he left the dorms in the first place, wonders if andrew even looked when neil left the bedroom, wonders if he gave up, wonders if he finally came to his senses and realized neil was more trouble than he’s worth wonders if the roof of the court is high enough that the fall would kill him day 31: asking for help | therapy | “i’m alive, i’m just not well”

tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: implied/referenced self harm

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“Neil we have to talk about it,” Betsy said “I don’t think so” Neil replied “Nope, not happening” He popped the p at the end trying to make the woman mad at him. “You just tried to kill yourself, so I think we have to have this talk” Betsy didn’t seem bothered by his act and kept her nice, neutral facial expression, but unlike on his session looked worried too. or Neil wakes up in the hospital after his suicide attempt and has to face what he did.

tw: suicide attempt, tw: self harm, tw: blood

keep telling me that it gets better (does it ever?) by phan_taloon [Rated M, 15415 Words, Complete, 2022, Locked]

Previously recced here

AU where Neil never met the Foxes, with a little less mafia and a little more pain for Neil when he ends up captured by Nathan for months, and has to deal with the consequences by himself. He ends up in treatment for chronic pain with opioids, and let's just say opioid use is tricky when you're alone and in pain; one thing can lead to another more easily than it seems.

tw: drug addiction, tw: drug overdose, tw: withdrawal, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: vomit

an acquired taste the asbestos is lovely by cyanica [Rated M, 6617 Words, Complete, 2024, Locked]

“What did you take?” Andrew demands. Neil wonders if Andrew will taste all that is wrong with Neil when he kisses him. He wonders if Andrew will recognize it. Andrew knows what it is to hurt himself, and this must be familiar. It’s deja vu, Neil thinks, if only a little bit worse, a little more terrible. Neil shakes his head, groaning into the toilet, “I don’t want to tell you.” Andrew pulls out his phone, and Neil can already hear it dialling when he says, “You can tell the paramedics.” Or; “Cigarettes,” Neil says. “I ate your cigarettes.”

tw: self harm, tw: overdose, tw: pica, tw: eating disorders, tw: vomit, tw: blood, tw: mental breakdown, tw: implied/referenced abuse

If it means protecting you (I’ll pay my dues) by Intangibel (duskbutterfly) [Rated T, 125462 Words, Incomplete, Updated April 2023]

Previously recced here

What if the threat of Aaron being charged with murder was more significant and Neil found out that he could prevent Andrew from having to be at the trial if he were to testify. What would he be willing to sacrifice to achieve that? What if instead of refusing to testify for Aaron, Neil decides to make a deal with the FBI to become their witness against his father if they’ll backstop his current identity. He thinks it means signing his death warrant and losing the Foxes. Betsy, Aaron and the Foxes are determined to convince him it doesn’t have to be all or nothing, his father’s people are coming for him and that’s not even starting on what Andrew will have to say about Neil choosing to martyr himself.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: child abuse, tw: torture, tw: blood, tw: scars, tw: vomit, tw: implied/referenced drug addiction, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: homophobia, tw: conversion camp reference, tw: reenactment therapy with noncon

The Sun Still Rises by mordax [Rated E, 474451 Words, Incomplete, Updated Oct 2024]

Previously recced here

Somewhere on the road, Mary Hatford gets pregnant with her second child. When she passes, she leaves behind not only Neil, but his toddler brother. Survival is difficult without also raising a kid. Worn out and desperate, Neil still somehow ends up at Palmetto, only this time, he brings his four-year-old brother with him.

tw: violence, tw: anxiety, tw: panic attacks,  tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: drug use, tw: involuntary sedation, tw: reenactment therapy with noncon

NB: find fanart for this fic by @/elidanus on twitter here

Ain’t it fun by jemejem [Rated T (we say M) 30672 Words, Complete, 2018]

Neil can't sleep. Andrew can't feel. High school is going well for the both of them.

tw: homophobia, tw: mental breakdown, tw: anxiety, tw: depression, tw: suicidal thoughts, tw: suicide attempt, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: scars, tw: ptsd, tw: psychological trauma, tw: flashbacks

I been here all along (so why can't you see?) by alexcherry [Rated G, 8691 Words, Complete, 2021]

Andrew leans on the counter beside Neil's thigh. "Where do you want to go, Josten? What favor do you need from me?" Neil looked at Andrew and steeled himself. "I want you to come with me to the next therapy session with Betsy posing as my boyfriend." "Like one," Andrew thought for a moment. "Couple therapy?" Neil perked up. "Yes! Exactly, and then we see how long it takes her to find out we're not connected at all."

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced murder

If You Need Shelter by AfraidOfBananas [Rated M, 2642 Words, Complete, 2021]

“The boy is staring at Neil with a startled expression like he’s just seen a ghost. Well, maybe he has. Neil hasn’t felt alive for a very long time.” Or.....Neil meets Andrew while he’s on the run

Family by BlueJay26 [Not Rated, 9420 Words, Complete, 2021, Locked]

The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. Three adults who certainly proved this was true, and their (sort of) children who realised a family isn't always linked by blood. Also known as, how Abby, Bee and Wymack earned their family's love and trust.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: internalized homophobia

Art

Abby and Betsy art by @rainbowd00dles 

Betsy 💕💕 art by @neroholik

Mom and Dad and Mom art by @llstarcasterll

Betsy and Abby 💖 art by @jeannemaybedarc

Betsy Dobson cosplay by @/toobeetofunction on instagram

@drbetsydobson instagram account/moodboard

[aro-rambles]

Hello! My Blog isn't aspec related so I thought I'd share my two cents here

The recent aro hate on this website is INSANE. As someone who is new to tumblr, seeing this in a predominantly queer-centred website is unfathomable.

Equating aro people to "no strings attached" is illogical and stems from the allo-amato notion that there are strings to be attached in the first place. Physical pleasure and emotional fulfilment are two completely separate concepts.

Portraying cishet aro men as people who are just leading on the poor women infantilizes women. This is just misogyny packed as discourse. If a cishet aro person is indeed being a dickhead, they're just a dickhead and we can all call them out on that like we call out any other dickhead

To the queer people equating aromanticism to pedophilia, how do y'all not remember that how gay men were treated back in the day? How we were cordoned off from society to "protect the children"? Do better, people

To the aspec people being accused of doing this just to be able to use a slur, fuck that. The exclsionists seem to have forgotten what a reclaimed slur means, or what queer means. Queer simply mean strange. Have they.. forgotten that aroace people are the queerest ones out there. Challenging not only heteronormativity but also allonormatovity and amatonormativity. They're the ones being called weird for not dating or having crushes or swooning over the random hot guy on the street or fantasizing about a white wedding. The ones treated as immature by their peers for not having a partner yet. And people think they aren't queer?

Fuck the exclsionists. I LOVE your posts. I'm sure I'm surrounded by people hating in anon in your ask box and I'm sending them all the hate in my heart. I love your blog and the aro community is one of the most inclusive I've seen on here. Love y'all and stay strongggg

ok so I'm very sleepy and my brain is like some sort of sauce currently so I'm gonna put numbers before each thing I say bc it's easier, don't worry about it

1 thank you for sharing your two cents, I think I agree with everything you said (can't be sure bc my brain is some sort of sauce currently but I'm sure I'd have noticed if I disagreed)

2 I want to go on The Slur Rant (tm) so bad but the internet is simply not prepared for it and I would rather not have to deal with the annoying fucks who'd disagree with me. not sure why I said this or why I got so aggressive at the end of that last sentence but here we are.

3 I'm sure there was something else I wanted to say before what I'm gonna say next but I forgot, sorry

4 my dude you are not in fact surrounded by hate in my askbox!! there's actually more nice messages than anything else <2 and also whenever I get anon hate I just block on sight now so it's fine. but yeah I would like to thank everyone for the kind words and everything. I love yall except for the ones who rather I didn't, in which case take your pick, we got uhhh cherish, appreciate, like but stronger, and. :3 (<- consider this a verb).

5 thank youuuuuuuu <222

6 sorry I took a while to answer this ask hope you see it even though I'm posting this at horrible hours gdhdjdjdk

[todorroki]

snuggling is for the lovers (Love Sea ep 7 thoughts)

can the iq web platform PLEASE work properly upon startup for ONCE!!! yall got people paying for your platform and its STILL being held up by the strength of 2 wobbling twigs

ANYWAYS...

when tongrak scoots closer to mut after being told "can't i worry about you?" yea he loves him so bad. fp has the fluff-comfort dynamic down, memorized, natural, no notes needed.

and OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH the part where rak has to send money to his dad. i gotta say peat is so natural at playing the fearfully anxious traumatized character. this is not his first rodeo so he's got it down. and then way he rushes into mut's arms for comfort... yeah.

IM NOT GOING ANYWHERE PLEASE DONT GO ANYWHERE EITHER????????????????? send me to my grave thanks.

they really said YES prin is the villain but she WILL SLAY THE LOOK!!!

also again, the millionth time, fort looks SO hot when he's annoyed/mad/serious. someone get him a serious ass role. i honestly hope that water splash scene only took 1 take bc if ivy had to splash herself multiple times for it i'd feel so bad LMAOO

boss looking SO FINE in that vip room scene... whew

please give mahasamut the best love interest award. it's a no brainer sweep for me.

it's an event about the boy next world but the standee is love sea LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO?????

and mut telling rak he's loved by many people!!!!!!!! I KNOW THAT'S RIIIIIIIGHT!!!!!!

i think the highlight of this ep is rak's obvious growing feelings for mut, he's just in grand denial of it. the way he climbs back into bed and holds mut's hand to calm down. rak asking mut to hold him!! and at dinner, he's just in his little own world with mut while vi is trying to talk to him. yeah khun tongrak u r down BAD.

and i appreciate the last scene so much. it's actually very nice advice.

the ending credits this time is so..... LIKE THEY WERE SO FR ABOUT TO KISS ?? leaving me hanging......

uh. so i smell an nc next week [evil_laugh.mp3] BUT ALSO I'M NOT GONNA BE MAD IF WE DON'T GET ANYTHING i'm on the "i'll take fortpeat in anything" boat. it's desperation yall we only have 3 eps left...

[letstrythisout4]

Chapter 7: Blaise and Mrs. Reyes

WARNING WARNING WARNING: Dursley adjacent behaviors and Isabella starts…i don’t want to say having a mental breakdown but um…she’s tweaking out…yea let's’ put it like that- its nothing too major but i'd feel like a shitty person if i don't at least warn yall our girl is going through it, basically

Series Masterlist

Christmas at Zabini Manor was intense, primarily because Elizabeth Zabini adored Christmas and wouldn’t have anything less than the perfect decorations. Which led to hours of decorating for the entire house. Elizabeth, Blaise and the house elves would spend at minimum three days decorating the entire estate with the help of magic. The elves' pay was tripled and Elizabeth always gave them the option to opt out if the weather was too aggressive (they always refused). It was this kind of treatment that led to the elves loving the Zabini family and vice versa, expanding the Christmas dinner from just the two of them to them plus the 15 house elves who worked on various tasks for the family.

But apparently, they still didn’t have enough decorations hence why the Zabini’s found themselves roaming Diagon Alley looking for white tinsel and bulbs and a thousand other things that Blaise couldn’t even remember. But what he did remember was all that he had to fill his mother in on. 

“And so then out of where I see Anthony Goldstein punch Michael Corner like it was nothing I mean it really was something-”, Blaise recalled as his mother stacked boxes and boxes of white garland so high he could barely see over them.

“Yes that’s nice love, but can you tell me more about that girl you mentioned earlier? What was her name, Isabella?” his mother asked with false curiosity.

Blaise knew what his mother was doing -and she knew he knew- but figured it would be worse to not respond then to answer. “Yes, her name is Isabella Reyes. The Hufflepuff, remember?”

“Ahhhh, yes. Isabella tell me a bit about her, would you?” Blaise side-eyed his mother before he could control himself. “Don’t look at me like that.”

How she knew the face Blaise made, was lost on him considering she had her back to him looking for more lights (white of course). “Um she’s muggleborn, afrolatino, the shortest in year -though she’ll argue is taller than Finch-Fletchley-, she-”

“She’s the friend you want to invite, correct?”

All these leading questions.

“Yes, Ma. She looked…upset when she went to meet her family and well she wants to meet you so I figured now would be a good time. Especially since the Christmas decorations will still be up and the snow won’t have melted by then, she loves Christmas, and while she can’t come on Christmas. I think she’ll appreciate the atmosphere…” Blaise trailed off weakly, realizing he was rambling a bit.

His mother was quiet, the only noise on the other side of the boxes was the sound of lights being shuffled around. “That’s very kind of you Blaise.” she finally said, placing yet another box in his arms, officially obstructing his view.

“Thanks, Ma.” Blaise said, muffled as the boxes mushed against his face. 

The day continued like that, by the time they had finished and Blaise retired to his room his arms were heavy and his finger numb from all the bulbs he placed. Despite it all he picked up a quill, found some parchment and wrote in his neat cursive.

Reyes,

…Now what? Blaise asked himself, when he couldn’t figure out an answer he sat and stared at the ceiling waiting for the words to come to him. How about…

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Reyes, 

How are you? We’re doing well over here. Mother has gone crazy with the decorations like always. I was thinking and I don’t quite think it’s fair for me to rant to you about how much snow we get here, and not invite you to come see for yourself. (Plus my mother wants to meet you.) So, if you’d like, my mother will apparate to your house, pick you and your things up and you’d spend New Year’s and the last week of holidays here. She’d drop us off at the train the first day of school so no worry there. 

Let me know what you think, 

B. Zabini

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B. Zabini is a little formal isn’t it?

So is still calling her Reyes after being friends for months but you're not going to change that are you?

…fair enough.

He folded the letter, wrote her name on the front, sealed it with gray wax and a “Z” symbol, and tied it to his owl Geoffrey,“Bring this to Isabella Reyes and don’t leave without a response.”

He didn’t have to wait long as he expected as Lila, a house elf who watched him all throughout his life, brought him an envelope, while he ate breakfast with his mother the next day. “ A letter just arrived for you Mr. Blaise, from a Ms. Isabella Reyes.” she told him far louder than necessary, allowing for her voice to carry, no doubt alerting all the staff.

“Thank you so much Lila.” he thanked all but snatching the letter from her (his mother raised him better than to actually snatch it). Satisfied, Lila apparated away with a quiet pop.

Blaise glanced warily at his mother, but she just sipped her tea and kept reading the paper as if she were oblivious. He opened the letter to read…

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Blaise,

I’m okay, glad to hear your mom’s putting you to work over there. While I would love to go, my parents are…reluctant to let me stay over at a friend's house that they've never met. Especially a friend that is a wizard. Even more so a friend that is a boy. At first it was a flat out no, my mother hitting me with a “Uno nunca sabe.” Which like fair, valid, but I know you're not like that. So we argued a bit and they said that they would consider it if they could meet your mom. And even then they reserve the right to say no. So yeah. I know that’s way more work than yall signed up for so I totally get it if you and your mom say no. But yeah, that’s their conditions.

Thanks for the offer tho,

Isabella

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Blaise grimace, “Ma, what does “Uno nunca sabe” mean? Like I know that the literal translation is “One never knows” but…”

His mothers eyebrows rose, “Can I see the context?” Blaise reluctantly handed over the letter and watched as his mother read. “Basically it's a Latino saying of “One never knows” mothers usually tell their daughters this when they won’t let them leave the house for sleepovers, parties etc , especially with boys, because “ One never knows’’ what can happen. The implication is…well you can assume.” Blaises’ grimace only deepened and he put his head on the table. “Don’t worry, owl her asking if I can get her parents phone number. Then I’ll speak to them directly and set up when we can go meet them.” she reassured him, handing him the letter, as if the matter was already settled.

“Now seems like a good time to mention her parents don’t seem to like magic, they wouldn’t even step through the barrier to get her at the end of term.” Blaise confessed.

The right side of his mothers mouth briefly lifted at this, “Well like wizards, muggles tend to fear the unknown. No matter how much Isabella may try to explain and demonstrate magic to them there’s a possibility that they’ll never understand it.”

Blaise considered for a moment telling his mother how Isabella seemed ready to cry as she crossed the barrier, Isabella who never cried preferring to yell, scream or punch whenever something or someone deeply upset her. He chose to keep it to himself.

Isabella didn’t want me to see she was upset, I asked her in the letter if she was okay and she said she was. 

Do you really believe that?

…No. But it's not my place to say something.

At least not now.

Christmas passed with many gifts from his mother (he wasn’t quite on the level of warranting gifts from Hufflepuffs yet). Blaise always recruited help from the elves to get his a few gifts that she would love varying from dress robes to new painting supplies for her to use for her next piece. This year he gave her a beautiful silver necklace and a giant canvas that she had been looking for. The dinner was delicious and he managed to enjoy it despite the many taunts and questions from the elves concerning “Ms. Isabella Reyes”, miraculously his mother took pity on him and didn’t let them know there was a chance they’d get to meet her very soon.

Only a day later Blaise and his mother were standing on the doorstep of the Reyes’ home. He wore a blue crewneck, dark blue jeans and white Nike shoes with a simple gold band; he also carried a bouquet of flowers to present to Mrs. Reyes. Blaise complained that it was too formal, his mother said it was only right to bring a gift, which Blaise agreed with but…

It looks like I’m asking if I can date Isabella. Is the thought that ran through Blaises’ head as he waited for someone to answer the door. His mother beside him wore black dress pants with a white blouse and the necklace he gifted her. A little formal but who is Elizabeth Zabini if not the best dressed in the room. A moment later Isabella ripped open the door wearing simple light blue jeans, black t-shirt and black Under Armour sneakers that looked a little too worn out in Blaises’ professional opinion.

“You're so judgy. Stop eyeing my shoes, I love them.” Isabella proclaimed in defense of the sneakers.

Blaise raised his hands in defense and just as he was about to introduce his mother she stepped forward, “Hello love, I’m Elizabeth, Blaises’ mother. I apologize if it's too forward but can I hug you, Blaise doesn't have many friends.” she whispered to Isabella as if Blaise wasn’t right next to her.

“Oh I know and I would love a hug.” Isabella told her all but jumping in his mothers arms.

Something is wrong here…

“Alright, let's head in.” Isabella announced letting go and taking a step back into the house, before spinning back around to add “my parents are paranoid. My mom can be a bit…much so, just a fair warning.” 

On that positive note, the three entered the house greeted by the sweet smell of what Blaise could recognize as Nestle Abuelita, a brand of muggle hot chocolate he tried it for the first time in Mexico with his mother on a trip for an art auction. “You must be Mrs. Zabini.” A short woman asked with an accent as she came to shake his mothers hand.

“Please call me Elizabeth.” his mother responded smoothly.

“Then you must call me Estefanía.” the woman responded quickly, “Isabella tells me you speak Spanish?” -when his mother nodded, she continued “Perfect because my english is not so good.” She quickly transitioned to Spanish and invited them out to the porch. Blaise knew he was going to send a letter to his old Spanish tutor if he was going to continue being friends with Isabella. Isabella walked ahead, turning around once she was behind mothers back and shot him a flat smile. 

Mrs. Reyes led them to the porch and now in the natural light, Blaise fully took in the woman's appearance as she sat and spoke with his mother on a couch. She was short, barely taller than Isabella, ever so slightly tan, light wrinkles adorned her face that told Blaise she was older than his mother and had dark brown hair. “You’ll have to forgive us but my husband is running late, he is caught in traffic.” he heard her mention it to his mother, who told her not to worry. Realizing he was still holding the flowers he quickly handed them to Mrs. Reyes with a simple “These are for you, Mrs. Reyes.” with a sweet smile, allowing the Argentinian accent he perfected to shine through. One look at his mother told him that he was laying the act on a bit thick but Mrs. Reyes still cooed at him, pointing out to Isabella how nice his Spanish was. Blaise could see Isabellas’ face change to the one she typically had before starting a fight in a corridor, before she shrugged and said “That’s what happens when you have a private tutor.” in English. Nobody had spoken English since they walked in as a sign of respect for her mothers silent request to only speak her native language. Mrs. Reyes, unamused with her daughter's flippant response, asked her to go get drinks for them all (in Spanish). Isabella went to do just that and Blaise immediately offered his help and went after her.

“Am I crazy for assuming that your Spanish is a sensitive subject?” Blaise questioned, bringing the conversation back to English now that they were away from their mothers.

“Nope. By the way you have the exact same accent as your mom, it's kind of crazy. Which I like obviously, but the more time I spend around you Brits the more I can distinguish yalls' accents and I don’t know its just more clear to me how different yall talk compared to the others. It’s nice.” She explained all but dismissing his earlier questions. “Though I will say, hearing her speak highlights how much my lingo has rubbed off on you and I won’t lie; I’m a bit proud.”

“I’m not letting you dodge my question.”

She glared at him before reaching into a cupboard to grab a tray, “I grew up around my mom and siblings speaking Spanish back when we lived in America since it was their first language. My dad and I were the only non-native speakers in the house but because I was born into a bilingual house I picked up on it enough for little me to hold conversations. As I got older, though, I was around them less and less and in turn my Spanish went downhill. I can understand everything, write a good bit but my speaking-” she winced “- my speaking sucks. Everyone on my mom's side of the family judges me like crazy for it.” She started loading the tray with two waters and two mugs of hot chocolate, placing them down with more force than necessary. “So when you waltz in here with your perfect Spanish - despite having no hispanic family - she just had to comment.” 

“I didn’t mean to-”

“You didn’t do anything, she just always has something to say. If it's not about my Spanish, it's about my hair, if it's not about my hair, it's about my clothes -” she began to pace “- if it's not my clothes its my skin, if it's not my skin it's my weight, if it's not my weight its the fact that I don’t smile enough. If its not that its the fact that I’m a fucking witch! Oh, that’s her new favorite one! She drives me insane!” She slammed her hand down on the counter and was breathing heavily. She stormed up to him, grabbing his arms. “We can’t let them keep me here, I’ve already had three bursts of accidental magic and I cannot have another, Blaise.” She gasped, her eyes wide with clarity, “We can use that!” Blaise was starting to get really really concerned.

Not your place, huh? His mind taunted him.

Isabella seemed to not notice, “At some point we'll bring up accidental magic and tell them that it's less likely to happen in wizarding households.”

“That’s not true.”

“They don’t need to know that!” Isabella all but screamed at him.

“Reyes, I’m going to ask you this, and I’m being genuine when I say this…are you okay?” He gently removed her hands from where they were leaving indents through his clothes.

“Blaise, I haven’t had bursts of magic this bad since I was like five.” she whispered, leaning even further into his space, “They’re getting scared again, Blaise.”

At that moment Blaise realized how much the girl before him had impacted his personality. Before Blaise would have taken a step back and removed his hands from her now bruising grip, even though he knew it was a bit cruel, he would have done it. Now Blaise squeezed her hands and said, “Okay, we'll figure it out. I’m not leaving you here. I’ll pull my mom to the side and tell her, she’ll finesse something, she always does and we’ll bring you home.” he rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand, like his mother did to calm him.

“But like…don’t tell her everything. Just that…I’m having bursts of accidental magic from stress and my parents’ are getting worried.” seeing Blaises’ hesitancy she soften her eyes and rested her face, “Please.”

“...alright.”

She hugged him tightly and Blaise found himself wrapping his arms around her easily.

I’ve never seen her so rattled.

Not your place huh? His mind contributed.

Shut up.

The sound of keys rattling and the front door opening reached them and Isabella pushed Blaise away so hard and fast he stumbled a bit. She hurried down the hallway hugging the man who had just walked through the door, who carried a bottle of wine. “Hi, Dad. Blaise and his mom just arrived a little bit ago.”, she pushed up to the tip of her toes to whisper something into her fathers ears. “We’re out on the patio.” she informed him, leaning back and into the kitchen, picking up the tray of drinks, nodded towards the door and as Blaise opened it for her she muttered to him, “He’s the one we really have to convince.”

Authors’ notes: this chapter feels like a hot mess but we have a lot to cover before we make it back to school. I really wanted to touch upon something that always confused me whenever I read the original series, which is like how the hell did hermiones’ parents agree to her always staying over her guy friend's house like my parents could never. A boys house *raises eyebrows* fuck no. so i wanted it to be a bit more realistic. Isabella's mom is a piece of work… She loves her daughter but she's a bit…much. But lemme know what yall think, there is alot in his chapter, and like if you enjoyed it. And as always, thank you for reading

[teadreamsims]

Putting non sims stuff below the cut. TW for complicated family stuff, brief discussion of abuse, and health scares (not me, dw I've not had a health scare)

So, my dad and I have a complicated relationship. He was really awful to my mum behind closed doors growing up. Not physically abusive, but emotionally abusive I guess you could say. He'd say the most awful stuff to her, treat her badly, he even refused to be around my you ger brother when he was born bc he was born with a cleft lip and palate. My dad also would accuse my mum of cheating with his brother (who passed away 17 years ago) and say that my brother had to be his kid bc she "used the toilet after he did and that must be how she got pregnant". Suffice to say he wasn't a nice person to her. But he was always good to me and I just never knew what he was like until I got older and they separated then divorced years after.

Anyway, all that to say he moved to Germany a few years ago and he rarely ever messages me or talks to me. And whenever he does he never asks about me or my life, only about himself. This year he even forgot my birthday and that really broke me.

Well, he just sent me a text message to let me know he had a stroke BACK IN MARCH and never thought to tell me. Despite everything, I'm devastated. I feel horrible for how hurt and angry he's made me in the past and especially the past few months with how silent he's been. And he's just dismissing all my worries and upset with "calm down I'm fine now I don't burden people" and I just. It's all a mess in my head bc I struggle processing emotions and grief and stuff. Her could've died and I wouldn't have known, you know? He says I'd have known but I feel like I wouldn't and that's what really hurts me. He didn't think I needed to know that my own dad could've died.

Sorry for the long post and vent. I don't want any sympathy or pity or anything yall, that's not what this post is for. I guess I just. Idk. I meed to get it out there bc none of my friends are really responding to me rn and I don't feel comfortable talking about it to my mum or younger brother bc their view of him is more negative than mine and I don't wanna put them in an awkward position. They know he's had a stroke bc I've just told them but they don't know any of what I'm feeling or thinking rn.

But um yeah. Stuff is weird and complicated rn and idk how I'm gonna get through work tomorrow bc this is all I'm gonna be thinking about and I don't wanna call out of work bc I really really need the money so I can save up for driving lessons and a car.

Thank you everyone who read this far and took the time to listen to me vent. I appreciate all of you and thank you in advance for understanding if I'm out of sorts the next few days

[fangirltothefullest]

JUST GONNA VENT A LITTLE BIT, if you don't want light spoilers for the last chapter of A Primrose Promise, don't read further!

Cause the fucking read more doesn't work- oh NOW it works

You know it really sucks when you pour your heart and soul into a fanfiction and you reach the end and you're super excited to work on the epilogue and someone in an attempt to be nice says they hope its not gonna have foreshadowing of a sequel because authors need a break.

Because my dude my guy my bean I wouldn't have finished the damned fic if I wasn't happy with the world and if I want to foreshadow more story I can damned well do that and I would MUCH rather a person be excited for it than tell me I need to leave it as is.

It really really hurts hearing that people DON'T want more because spoilers, I have an entire second story planned.

It took me 5 fuckin years to finish a fic thats now over 100k words long- my adhd NEVER let's me finish ANYTHING. If I'm excited enough to continue, I'm gonna do it and I'd fucking hope yall are excited too becsuse this is a ride I've enjoyed so much.

It's just... disheartening to hear. Its like oh... you DON'T want more? That's what you're saying disguised as care for the author is that you don't want to hear more about this world? (And I know it's meant as genuine care but the squeaky little RSD mouse inside my brain says oh... they don't like it.)

Its really hurt my feelings to read that and whatever hype I had for the story to continue feels like it's been crushed into tiny pieces that I now have to pick up. And it's dramatic but these stories are like my babies. I just want them to flourish.

I know you meant well, I know you want me to take care of myself and I fully appreciate that. I know you all know I've been going through it. But one of the ways I cope is by creating. This IS how I take care of myself. Sharing my ideas and stories and hoping people like them enough to want more! I want the things rattling around my brain to find purchase on paper. I want you all to feel- I want you to read and be transported to a place that makes you feel everything you can.

I'm just gonna pick up these pieces and cradle them and hope that when they've been put back together you can all like it as much as you liked the first part. >///<

To the person who wrote that, I'm not mad at you I'm disheartened because of how I interpret what you said and I hope beyond hope that you like what comes next. Thank you for caring about me but you're getting the foreshadowing, you're getting the sequel and you're gonna have to go back and see the pieces I ALREADY laid out way in advance of the epilogue.

[ask-teamplayer]

You should all say one good things about each other, to yk spread positivity through the group 😁

FATE: I'm glad Ronin didn't set anything on fire when I asked him to.

FATE: You'd be surprised how little he actually listens to me. When it comes to matters of the heart. And matters of the crime.

FATE: See? It's not so hard. Ronin, your turn. Pass it on, you sick fuck.

RONIN: youre really fucking me in the ass with this one. also, i just put the fire thing on the backburner. ill think about it more later.

RONIN: uh.

RONIN: i like that l is out of her middle school catgirl phase.

LILY: irl, maybe!!! heehee :3 i have an anime catgirl discord profile picture.

LILY: oh, we're doing a compliment game, right! i gotta pass one off. okay: i think darin is really sweet! i like how empathetic he is, he always seems to care when one of us is sad and he always wants to do what we're doing, even though he could leave us in the dirt and call it stupid like a certain SOMEONE here.

LILY: i also like how he calls me "bossman" i think it's cute!!! :3 and the chief thing. adorkable!!!

DARIN: sngjdgpdh ok just hit me with that one huh hun aright

DARIN: ok pass on the compliments right

DARIN: i rlly like seth and all he does for us and i like that he stands up for my feelins and shit it really makes a guy feel appreciated

DARIN: hes kinda the reason i got you guys next to the main boss himself so i gotta give him a lil appreciation

SETH: awww, darin!!!

SETH: im glad we're all bonding right now. im really feeling the positivity in the room!

SETH: you know what? im gonna compliment vera!!

SETH: vera, i think youre really funny!! i like your sarcasm, youre getting really good at it!

SETH: and you always go the extra mile fashion-wise, and i think youre really working it! like i always like seeing you dress up! it just shows how much you care, and you get so meticulous. its epic!!!

SETH: youre one of my dearest friends. we should totally talk more!

SETH: ok, your turn!

VERA: I do not particularly like any of you

FATE: Vera.

VERA: I believe Cora is physically attractive

FATE: Okay, sure.

CORA: Well, I have to say I'm flattered.

CORA: Ah... that leaves me two options. I suppose Nahla's the better one.

CORA: I like the taste of your #### ###### ###### ###### and I appreciate the way you ####### #### ###### ##### and ##### ###### ##### ##### ####### ####### and ##### ###### ### ####

CORA: You're real talented. Keep up the good work!

VERA: .

FATE: That is way more than I ever wanted to know.

NAHLA: HA!!!!!!

NAHLA: Well, I can say I already got that impression through our experience, but it's nice to be reminded!

NAHLA: Oh shit, compliments for coolkid then. I don't got anything big to say, you should've left me Seth or something. Oh well!!!

NAHLA: Hey, loverboy, I actually like that you're annoying, and I forgive you for the library incident. That enough for you? I'm EXUDING positivity today!

ENZO: works for me

ENZO: oh shit of course i go last which means i loop back around

ENZO: yall ready for a fuckin TIRADE

FATE: No, actually, that isn't necessary, we can consider the whole team bonding exercise over if that makes you feel comfortable- I'd rather not-

ENZO: oh baby boy no no no

ENZO: you dont UNDERSTAND

ENZO: i have boarded the compliment fate train and this stations gonna be runnin for hours with no possible way to stop short of just jumping out and breaking several ribs

ENZO: better strap in and get ready for the long haul and watch the wilderness fly by cause this is gonna be a big one

ENZO: you underestimate how much shit i have to say today okay ive been keepin it in for a bit

ENZO: i hope you like a lot of trees because i picked out the destination just for you and its going to be lovely and beautiful and exotic

ENZO: you ready?

FATE: Uh-

RONIN: this is gonna be fun to watch.

ENZO: alright

ENZO: here we go

ENZO: AHEM

[raeygina-george]

Hii Raey! For the emoji ask game (the one I answered) Can I also give you the whole thing? :D [Only if you have the time tho!]

In that case...the whole thing - ones you you don't wanna answer <3

(Tag me in it btw :3)

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

a picture of a gravestone that says 'drowned in the pussy on it' with 'rip raey' shittily written under it. since i know you're so enamored with this lockscreen that you want to know my homescreen as well, it's the same image but hand drawn by my bestie

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

chocolate but honestly both!

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

uhhh..... some of my friends call me pookie or raeybae but other than that not really lol

🎵 Last song you listened to?

against the kitchen floor by will wood!

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

yes and i just foudn out fairly recently that someone made a tumblr acc based off of one of my fanfics. that was a wild day

😏 Are you on discord?

yass. username commanderofspicyfire if yall wanna chat!!

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

i have the basic ear piercings. i think it would be fun to have more but ive tried some of like the fake piercings & they don't really look that good on me + they're covered by my hair + you're not allowed to have piercings in when cheering so i'd have to get them all during the off season but there's not really enough Time for the piercings to heal before the season starts again </3

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

as gon said, if you want to get to know someone, find out what makes them angry!

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

uhhhh... probably like a caramel chocolate chip cookie.....

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

DOGS I LOVE DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!1111!!!!!!!!!!! i do like cats too but DOGS BIG FLUFFY DOGS PUPPIES HOLY SHIT !!!!!

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

headpohones yumy

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

i actually dont think that knowing how many calories is in a human tooth is weird but i can't think of anything else off of the top of my head soo. 36. but while fact checking my answer i came across a much weirder fact, which is that the average newborn human baby has 420,000 calories in it. well... blaze it baby......

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

both but im more of a morning person tbh. ignoring the fact that i can't get out of bed on time to save my life

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

in my bed so cozy and eepy

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

yass

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

stupid bitch (affectionate)

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

sweatpants

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

i dont really drink starbucks but on the very very rare occasion that i do, caramel frappucino

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

i don't have any of those, but my least favorite color just like by itself is definitely that desaturated yellowy green

☕ Coffee or tea?

tea!!!! i haven't had coffee in a while but it made me feel kinda sick

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

since uhh june 2022 i believe? so not that long in the grand scheme of things

🌴 Desert island item?

assuming this is the 'what would you bring if you were stranded on an island' question, i would bring the anime character saiki k for obvious reasons

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

most of the time i just dress comfy but on the rare occasion that i do dress up it's like. pastel lesbian schoolgirl on the side of goth OR malewife.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

[winry rockbell head in hands image] i dont know

💙 Relationship status?

i mean ignoring the fake polyamorous relationship my besties have suddenly created, single

🤎 What color is your hair?

brown lol

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

nope

💄 Do you wear makeup?

not usually? sometimes i will wear some eyeliner but im kinda eepy

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

i cant really think of the Best One because a lot of people have given me really really really nice compliments and i appreciate them all lots

💞 @ your favorite blog.

@gxlexii and of course all of my mutuals!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! love yall!!!!

(also, just out of curiosity, does tumblr not give you a notification when someone answers your ask?)

[sealeneee]

I know you’re working on the other ask but I had some more questions.

What is Doc/Katona’s love language? How does Katona respond to Doc’s nicknames of “beautiful” and “gorgeous”? Does she have specific ways she likes to be touched or talked to? Is she taller than Doc and if so, how does he feel about that?

And for Katona and Theron: what is their friendship like? What sort of things do they get up to? Does Doc ever get involved or is it purely Katona and Theron who hang out? What is Katona’s favorite and least favorite things about Doc and Theron?

this turned out quite long so i'm putting it under readmore jkhfakjfg

i think katona is more of a gift giver -- she'd buy or make anything that reminded her of her husband, while doc is more of an acts of service and quality time guy. physical touch is a thing for both of them.

at first katona find the nicknames a bit annoying, but starts to like them pretty quickly. she may not exactly share his views on her looks -- "i look fine, but nothing outstanding. aside from, you know, the veins and glowing eyes" is something she'd say -- but she appreciates it nonetheless. it's something nice amidst whatever disaster is happening at the time. makes her smile every time.

as for ways of being talked to, i think she prefers a casual, humorous banter kind of talk. unless we're talking about sex, in which case she has a praise kink.

touch is a bit hard to answer, but i think she likes having her hair braided/played with, and having doc's hand on her waist is one of her favorite ways of physical contact, alongside hugs and putting one's head on their partner's shoulder.

and oh YEAH she's taller. she's like 6'8, while i see doc as average or below average height. something like 5'9? having him shorter would be fun (not in a demeaning way though. he's just a little guy. stealing @rubensmuse's text here)

but would be too much of a height difference. so he's about average in my canon

i'd say he was just surprised at first -- not every day you see anyone, let alone a human, over two meters tall -- but quickly got used to it. he likes it, it suits katona's personality and skills in his opinion, makes him feel defended when she's nearby. she could snap him in half and he loves it and also knows that she wouldn't.

now for theron. i think they really bonded during kotfe/et, when they had to closely work together and got to know each other better. chaotic adhd siblings. i think most of their shenanigans either happen when theron asks katona to help him on whatever job he has to do, which can be a lot of things, from recovering intel to getting new allies or assets. we all know how theron operates, and katona isn't afraid of doing some insane bullshit either. also i think there is a lot of grabbing food and talking shit about everyone and everything. don't think doc joins on their bullshit too often, most times it's only if several alliance people are involved. group bullshit, if you will.

have i answered favorite things about doc? i think i have. poke me if i haven't. as for theron, i think what draws katona to him most is the similar chaotic vibe they have and the opportunity to bond over their weird relationship with the jedi order.

as for the disliked qualities, i think doc's vanity can get on her nerves sometimes. another thing that just clashes with her personality is his immense desire to help people even if it puts themselves in danger. sorry imperials on balmorra yall are getting stabbed. nevertheless she saves his ass on dromund kaas instead of moving to attack the emperor right away. that's because she's a little hypocritical. as a treat.

i think the latter is also a point of conflict with theron -- he is, despite his chaotic nature, a very goodhearted character, while she has... interesting morals. if it's not beneficial to her or isn't explicitly a part of her task it's very likely she'll stall doing the objective to help someone, i.e. the reactor on zakuul. there is no time to waste, she's super confused and fresh out of carbonite, and she didn't even cause the damn explosion! not her job. master surro gets killed as a weird way of showing mercy. and so on.

she also never lets him forget the """""betrayal""""" and especially the dumb haircut he got. the spy shenanigans greatly annoy her, and the hair was just ugly.

[simmingonthelow]

🌱 ☺️

Hi Ephy 🥺!!!!!! Thanks for the ask! 💓

🌱 Do/Can you relate to any of your sims?

welllll appearance-wise (is that a thing?) i do to Honey Flowers I guess I could say she's a physical self insert (not really personality wise though 👀💀)

She an overthinking analytical person She's all about family (Shout out to Fast X🤣) and would do anything for her own. Not a people person and would choose to interact with people very few times without purpose. It takes a long time for her to warm up to people but know that when she does she'll be stuck to you. She's loves kids and is excessively nice to kids. But adults? Um yall gotta be friends cause its gonna be forced or for necessity (The parent of said kids may have a special taking privileges, on good days). She'll be nice to people if she needs too. Even to persons that she doesn't really like (or doesn't like at all ), she'll try to be civil at least, but not on her bad days (since she won't be able to muster the enthusiasm to 'be nice').

Lines i could relate to- Honey:

"You're here talking to me……without your child…..Heck not even talking about your kid.... so tell me, why are we having this conversation 🙃/😒?"

Honey to Someone with there kid: ~In a super sweet voice~ "Hi there cutie! Don't you look adorable today 🥰😊! " To the parent: "Hello 😐."

"I'd rather slurp bugs out the mud than have a conversation with a stranger especially! when I don't need to 😤."

And partly with Shana ('s confidence mostly) She'll fight for her family (listennnnn! Y'all need to get this actress is Fast X rn 😤🤣!). She does care about what people think about her or her lifestyle. She's also very empathetic and loves to a voice of reason. She's a person that would be able to cheer you up when you're down. She loves clowning with her people too.

Lines I could relate to- Shana:

"You don't like me? Oh nooooo. I guess I have to go cry myself to sleep then 😖😑😐."

"You are appreciated! It may not seem that way but, I'm here because I like you. Stay doing you babe ༼ つ ◕_◕ ༽つ💖"

"I don't care if you like what I'm wearing, I'm the one wearing it 🙄😒."

This confidence is an occasional thing unlike hers though (cause i apparently do care what people think from time to time 😔).

[moonguilt]

aight this may lose me some followers. i certainly hope not but

i gotta get this off my chest. this is a PSA

i hate when fanfics make keith believe in aliens building the pyramids. lemme explain

i took an archaeology course last semester that discussed pseudo-archaeology and how conspiracy theories like “aliens built the pyramids” originally stemmed from white people being like “what?? there’s NO WAY these primitives could have possibly come up with such advanced architecture!!! they couldn’t have possibly figured out highly intelligent building strategies before us so it MUST have been aliens.” the entire idea robs these ancient people of their intellectual property and accomplishments by saying that they couldnt possibly have invented such masterpieces themselves

so basically the original concept of “aliens built the pyramids” comes from a place of racism. i understand there’s more to it than that, but that’s what it boils down to

now obviously people nowadays who believe in that kinda stuff don’t do it bc they’re tryna be racist, so if some of yall buy into that stuff im NOT trying to say you’re a bad person or anything, bc im sure you did not even know about these historical implications until now and that’s not your fault. i didnt consider any of this until i took an actual course that taught me about it. so before yall grab your pitchforks, just know that im not tryna come after you.

but it just BUGS ME, the implication that keith could fall into that kind of stuff--or at least, that he would never grow out of it/learn about the underlying implications behind it/etc. like i just dont wanna see my precious boy follow in the footsteps of the people who originally gave life to these conspiracy theories

anyway end rant, sorry for the rambling pls dont hate me thanks, this is just my opinion

p.s. this is not an invitation for u to try to convince me that aliens did, in fact, build the pyramids. i respect u but i aint gonna get into an argument with u over this stuff. i dont have the patience, i really dont, im sorry kjgfhdsedgjkf it is better for the both of us if we just don’t have the argument in the first place

[rosysugarr]

married people stuff

So. This is the fic that caused me to no longer be able to use twitter! I've been really scared of reposting it as such, but... hopefully, tumblr will be kinder to me than twitter was, since yall seem to have such a much more clear understanding of. Life in general, honestly.

Basically, the backstory is this: I wrote this in around April of last year, and posted it to ao3. It got a lot of really positive feedback, and I even talked about it and shared it on twitter itself, and likewise got positive feedback. So, happy with that outcome, I moved on, and eventually forgot I'd even written it.

Aaand then six months later, someone found it, saw my age on my profile, and made a callout post with several screenshots insisting I was being creepy and breaking the ccs' boundaries. That tweet got over 500 retweets before I was forced to deactivate my account due to the harassment I was receiving... plus, I was rapidly losing followers.

This was... a massive blow to me, because I'm an aspiring streamer, and I'd finally begun slowly but regularly gaining new followers and was a hair away from being able to become an affiliate when this happened. In one fell swoop, that callout tweet, and the reaction to it, caused me to lose followers both on twitter and twitch, to lose friends, and to feel like I'd lost my chance at being even a small streamer. All of my audience had been gained from twitter, a platform which I can no longer use due to a large part of the mcyt fanbase there now believing me to be some kind of creep. I was even accused of being an irl shipper over this fic, which... is silly, given the original description on ao3 literally stated that this was about the characters, and that I do not ship ccs or condone doing so.

Anyway. All that to say, posting this is the scariest fucking thing I've done in a long time, but... I think, maybe, I'll be okay sharing it here. Maybe it'll help me feel a little less shit about the whole ordeal.

(And, by the way, if you'd like to help me start rebuilding my attempt at a streaming career, my channel can be found here; I'll be streaming from a brand new lore-based SMP in the near future, and stream other games as well. I'd appreciate it if you gave it a look!)

So, without any further ado... here is the fic, and I hope you enjoy it.

married people stuff Rating: G (there's not even any swearing, this thing is clean as a whistle.) Summary: c!Tubbo and c!Ranboo share a moment, and some shiny new feelings, while building the Bee 'n' Boo hotel.

"I think we should do more married people stuff."

That was absolutely the furthest thing from... well, anything that Ranboo was expecting to hear Tubbo say, and it made him pause, the heavy block of glossy yellow terracotta in his hands slipping just a bit as he turned to look down at him. The other boy's expression was almost comically thoughtful, dark hair in his eyes and his lips pursed as he considered... something. It was an expression that Ranboo knew all-too well, and generally couldn't help but feel a mixed surge of anxiety and amusement at the sight of-- it generally lead to either a bizarre declaration not unlike the one he just heard, or some exciting new idea.

"... what do you... mean?" Ranboo's voice was cautious, his words carefully-chosen, as he returned to his previous task of carefully fitting the block into the intricate pattern on the floor of their new hotel, shifting it to ensure the lines flowed together as intended.

"Well, y'know," began Tubbo's response, and Ranboo braced himself for whatever would come next almost instinctively. "Like, married people... there are things that married people do, right, that is like... expected of them, you know?"

"... uh-huh." Well, if he hadn't been worried about where Tubbo was going with this before, he certainly was after that remark. "Tubbo, I don't know... what you're--"

"No no no, like... erm, nice things, I think! You know? Like when they give each other flowers and stuff." Tubbo shrugged his shoulders as he went to one of the storage chests in the center of the growing hotel, and Ranboo couldn't help but chuckle as he dug into the dirt foundation, clearing space to put down another block of terracotta.

"So, you want me to give you things. Tubbo, we already do that."

"Well! No, come on--" Tubbo had to raise his voice to be heard over his husband's rasping bursts of laughter, his face flushing at being called out so bluntly. When the taller boy turned to glance at him, it only made him laugh that much harder, the sight of Tubbo's face lit up pink in offense, his round face pulled into a sharp frown and bottom lip stuck out. "Aw, come on, Big Man!"

"It's fine, Tubbo, it's fine!" Ranboo tried his best to recover his composure, though laughter still bubbled just beneath his words. He peeked into his inventory for something, quietly looking over the contents; after a moment, he pulled out a single, freshly-cut pink tulip, and he offered it to Tubbo, a smirk tugging at his odd face. "Here. Is this what you wanted?"

"... well, it's not all romantic now!" The smaller boy continued to pout, even as he reached out to accept the flower, holding it carefully in his dirty hands. Ranboo couldn't resist the urge to lean down, to slip his fingers into Tubbo's hair, petting him affecionately, and he tilted his head up to peer at Ranboo's face from beneath his bangs, dark eyes round as he considered him.

"Awww..." Ranboo did not sound sincere, not in the slightest, and it only drew a darker flush from his husband, who... despite his best attempts, couldn't resist smiling at just how silly the whole conversation was.

"I really mean it, though. We should do something romantic together."

... wait. Was... he being serious? Ranboo paused, blinking down at him in growing surprise, his own mismatched skin starting to warm up at the implications behind the words.

"Are you... I mean. Do you... want to do something... romantic, Tubbo?"

"Yeah! I mean, I did marry you!" As if it should be obvious.

Oh. Oh.

Well. The beginnings of a flush that had been mere pinpricks at Ranboo's face before bloomed into something much more obvious at that, and for a moment, Ranboo found himself unable to string words together to respond. Tubbo, his best friend... wanted to actually get romantic with things? Sure, they were married, but it had been for tax reasons, right? He hadn't actually planned on things being like that... right?

Or... had he just been oblivious the whole time?

"Oh."

The way Tubbo's face scrunched displayed very clearly that "oh" was not the response he'd been hoping for.

"What? Did you not know that marriage is somethin' people do for romance, Ranboo?"

"I-- no, I know that, I just--!" Oh, god. He straightened, hiding his face in his mismatched hands, suddenly at a loss of what to do or say. "I just didn't-- I-I thought..."

"... I mean, yeah, like... yanno, taxes and all that, but like... you've seen the movies, right, Big Man? Things happen sometimes!"

At this point, Ranboo could no longer tell if Tubbo was making his request out of genuine interest, or out of some kind of idea of "this is how things go, this is how it goes in the movies." He sighed, running his hands down his face.

"... Tubbo." His voice was lower, just a little bit more firm. "Are you asking about romance because you saw this happen in a movie once, or because you just... want... to be romantic... with me?"

"Ermm... both of them, I imagine," was the reply, marked with an innocence that sat squarely at odds with anything Ranboo knew about the former president, and he couldn't help but smile. How very Tubbo.

"... so, you do... want things to be... romantic, with us?"

Tubbo was quiet for a beat longer that time, letting the words hang in the air, his gaze drifting back down to the flower still clutched in his hands.

"... yeah, I think so!" And then his gaze was, again, lifted back to meet Ranboo's, and there was a bright grin on his face, and Ranboo could feel his face heating up all the way to the edge of his crown.

"... ah." The Enderman was quiet for a long moment, his hands nervously lacing together in front of his chest. "... so..."

"Aw, come on, what are you bein' all awkward for? We're already married!" Ah, Tubbo was clearly aware that things had turned back in his favor, the sight of his tall husband visibly flustered emboldening and endlessly amusing to him. He grinned, rocking up onto his tiptoes to be closer to his eyeline-- not that it made much difference, all told.

"I know, but..." Ah. Oh no, what should he do now? He'd never really... been very good at romance. He'd never really had much of a chance at it before. And now, here he was, with a husband standing before him, expecting to be wooed, he supposed, and how on earth do you even do that?

"Come down here!" Suddenly, Tubbo was reaching out, grabbing a handful of Ranboo's tie, and the taller boy was shocked, unable to do anything to resist being pulled down to his husband's eye level. Tubbo simply grinned at him, seemingly proud of himself.

"See? That's not so hard, now, is it?"

Ranboo couldn't help the laugh that broke loose from his tightened throat.

"-- is this what married people do, Tubbo?"

"Well, it's not my fault you're all the way up there. I had to get you down here somehow."

"You did. Well, here I am."

"Yep!"

And then, without giving him a moment to respond, to process what was happening, Tubbo leaned in... and pressed his lips against the other's. It wasn't a good kiss, or an experienced one, or even really all that romantic... but it was indeed a kiss, and, for a second, it was enough to make Ranboo's entire mind freeze over and stop, his breath hanging in his chest.

And then it was over, and Tubbo just smiled sweetly at him, and Ranboo was certain that he had never turned that particular shade in front of anyone before.

He cleared his throat.

"... oh!"

"S'that all you've got to say, big guy?" Tubbo didn't seem hurt, although something questioning hung just beneath his smile-- was that alright? Should he have done it? Did he mess something up?

"... Tubbo..."

Ranboo sighed; he leaned down more properly, reached in with his hands to cup his husband's face, and this time, he kissed him first. And it was better. A little bit, anyway. He'd only seen them do this in movies, but... he had some idea of what to do, at least.

When he pulled away, Tubbo's eyes were closed; he hummed in his throat, and then he opened them, gazing up at Ranboo with a grin. One of his hands lifted from holding the flower to lay over one of Ranboo's own.

"You hopeless romantic, you."

As if he had any room to speak.

[one-piece-but-smitten]

Rating the Straw Hat Pirates on whether they're good to Date or not

Reminder that these are for fun, and they're just my opinions. Take it with a grain of salt

1. Luffy

4/10

Points on the funny little smile he's got going on

He'd be fun to date, but I honestly feel like he wouldn't be interested in the romantic aspect of a relationship

He's going to eat the stock of your favorite food because he'll literally eat anything, which is a major problem imo

2. Zoro

3/10

He's pretty ignorant, that's a loss of points

Sorry, he's hot and all but like.. I feel like he'd come up and personally tell you he clogged the toilet and I don't think anyone's prepared for that

Idk, I wouldn't really recommend him as a date,, the only reason he's got points is because he has looks

3. Nami

9/10

Would definitely treat you right

You might have to teach her how to tie tennis shoes.. She probably has no idea how

The only real con of dating Nami would be her tendency to run.. I mean it's reasonable, but she can also murder people with clouds, so..

Other than the running thing she is a definite girl boss who would love and respect her partner, she has my respect

4. Usopp

8/10

Is my bias showing? Yes, yes it is

The only issue I have with Usopp is he still lies.. I get it, it's his thing.. But he said he'd cut that shit and HE STILL HASN'T

He's funny, cool and fun and I honestly think he'd treat you right, he isn't a careless person

He probably knows good coffee places, I'd date him

5. Sanji

-10/10

I'm not going to lie, I honestly don't know how to feel

He would fawn over his lover... But he'd do it a lot. Like, at the clingy level.

He's also kind of sexist?? "I don't make friends with women" bro what the fuck???

He does not wash his ass. He washes everywhere else but his ass bc he's terrified of being called gay

All in all stinky little closet bisexual possum man, I fear his kind

6. Chopper

4/10

Overall a cool guy to hang with, just not a dating type

See, my main issue is Chopper is built like he came out of Toys-R-Us

Don't get me wrong, he has a really nice personality and I like his character, but... My boy sounds like he's 10 when he's literally 17

He'd be a good person to go to the movies with though, he'll get a child discount

7. Nico Robin

10/10

Robin is the cryptic goth mom friend of the ship and I love her for that

She's patient, loving and funny with her little weird comments, she'd treat you wonderfully

She'd probably take you to a cemetery for no reason, just to look around (ghost hunting)

Not really a complaint about her, but... Oda, why did you take her melanin please-

8. Franky

9/10

Franky's definitely pretty weird, I'll give you that, but he'd definitely be good to you in a relationship

He has a giant robot body, you'd probably get a lift whenever and wherever

Like I said before, he has that supportive chaotic dad energy, and people with that energy are really cool to date

Just don't ask him about cars, he might start ranting about why classic muscle cars are cooler than hybrid racers

9. Brooke

1/10

The only reason he has a point is because I'd be curious about dating a skeleton too

Besides his skeletal physique, it'd literally be like dating your grandpa.. Which is weird

HE'S 90 YALL GET A GRIP PLEASE

THIS IS BEYOND AGE GAP THIS IS ERA GAP HIS FIRST DRIVING LESSON WAS ON A H O R S E

10. Jinbe

100/10

That is a man who would pay for the meal, all the points

He is respectful, courteous, responsible and sweet he is a package deal and NEEDS TO BE APPRECIATED

He has to give great hugs, I don't believe anything else

Remember how I said Franky was the chaotic dad friend? Jinbe is the responsible dad friend

He is soft and squishy and strong. Need I say more

Lmk if you want me to destroy more French Blondes for you, ask box is always open

[angelicmichael]

What if Xavier had a kid he didn't know about and he meets them for the first time after he's already a ghost? Maybe there's a kindergarten group that takes a trip to the camp, and he just has this spirit intuition as soon as he sees them and KNOWS it's his child. Do you think you could expand on this idea? I'd love to see what you come up with!

A/N: This was so fun, thank you for this idea dear anon!! I'm sorry it's late but hopefully u like it 😶. Also, I apologize this is so dark and heavy- I didnt intend for it.. it just, kinda happened lmfao. I turned this into a 'x reader' and it starts with Xaviers POV and ends with readers perspective!! First few paragraphs are pretty dark and then the rest is weird.. angst fluff LOL.Hope yall enjoy 💖💖💖

Warnings: First few paragraphs discuss Xavier's thots about dying SO, it highkey gets dark yall I'm so sorry, mentions of anger?? issues, mentions of murder, stops getting dark roughly around paragraph 6 if u wanna skip all that, MAJOR ANGST, reuniting, very brief Xantana reference 😈, mention of kids, bit of fluff.. think that's it :)

In Xaviers eyes; the worst part of being killed in a desolate camp and having to reside there for the rest of eternity; wasnt the fact that he would have to handle Richard Rameriez and tolerate his peers for eons to come. Sure, both of those things required an adjustment period but.. the realization that his life with you was abruptly cut short, was what truly broke him.

It took him being stripped from everything he once knew to truly appreciate how heavenly life once was before Camp Redwood. He had a steady job, good friends, and a relationship with a actual living, breathing person.. Not to shade Montana or anything, of course. However he had taken all of those things for fucking granted; moving to Camp Redwood definetly had made him become humble- at the very least. He was now nothing but a mere shell of the person he once was; nothing to bring him out of this absolute living nightmare he found himself in.. At first this mindset nearly consumed him, it drove him to kill multiple times.

There was no point in trying to conceal the anger he felt, no way of trying to channel it out into a more socially appropriate way and at this point.. there really was no point in trying to do so. Out here in the forest, espically after he was killed, life outside of the forest soon seemed as if it was some type of myth or fairytale- something not real or attainable. Time in the redwood forest felt different- days quickly bled and melted into weeks, and then months.. trying to guess the date was something Xavier gave up on doing after about the first week.

As much as he tried to deny it, being dead and becoming trapped here had completly made him lose his grip on reality and his previous life. Soon enough, the thought that life even fully existed outside of the camp and that there was actual fucking laws against killing (something which was now a leisurely hobby) had completly slipped his mind momentarily in the beginning as well. Out here in the forest, nothing felt real execpt for his anger that he held onto so tightly.

It was really the only thing he had left; atleast for a while.

The pain of losing his partner, (y/n), still remained but letting that grief not consume him was easily the hardest battle he had fought in his life. Xavier realized he still had his friends - and if he really was going to live for eternity, he sure wasnt going to spend it angry.

After so many years of being 'cursed' to spend forever in this forest, keeping track of the time was something Xavier rarely bothered with, but - it was obvious by the suns posistion, and even the slight mist that made the grass wet that it was just starting to cut into morning. Xavier walked through the forest alone, nowhere in particular to go or to necessarily do, only a sudden need to go and be alone. Almost a beckoning, for him to go and be somewhere else. To witness something.

His days were more often than not purely mundane; he had absolutely no excuse to not listen to this odd and sudden attraction he felt toward a very particular spot in the camp.. so, that's what brought him to where he stood now. Close to the road that brought visitors (a nice word for victims) into Camp Redwood, right next to the mess hall which was rarely used close by.

Xavier felt wildly uncomfortable standing so close to the place which previously held so much trauma - and honestly still did.. The place where Chef Bertie died. Xavier paused, about to just say 'fuck it' and just give up and go back to where his friends resided (or atleast Montana) when.. he heard it.

His sign, the thing that seemingly enticed him in the first place.

It first sounded like the old, familar sounds of tires coming across a gravel road - Xaviers mind immeadietly jumped to perhaps this could be new people.. new vistors.. new victims.

His blood ran cold when he heard something else; an eerie ringing of chains hitting against the ground. Something that was mostly a associated with buses.. and hauntingly familar. He had little to no time to think or even act on his suspicion when he noticed that a yellow school bus full, and nearly combusting with children was pulling into the camp.

Xavier wasnt exactly certain the bounds that ghosts had when it came to certain bodily functions like vomiting, but hes sure that under normal circumstances he would certainly be sick by now. Nevertheless he could feel his body tense up and the other natural symptoms associated with anxiety also kicked in. Urging him to clumsily get out of vision; he stumbled behind a few trees that poorly blocked him from sight. He continued to watch in complete and utter horror as the bus came to a stop, and it didnt take long for kids to start pouring out of the bus. Xavier felt his heart drop and his blood run cold every time a kid exited the bus and stepped on the dirt soil of Camp Redwood.

Xavier whipped his head around; scanning the surrounding area to make sure no other ghosts were here to bear witness to this.. Xavier was nearly always down to commit murder, it was really the only thing that kept him from fully going insane from pure fucking boredom but - kids? There was no fucking way he would let anyone touch them.

While he thoroughly scanned the area, he noticed a few adults leave the bus out of his periphery vision. He thought nothing of it, chaperones were to be expected on elementary field trips but.. the strange beckoning feeling he felt ealier visited him again, urging him to turn his head fully and look at one of the chaperones more closely. Instantaneously, he then automatically realized why he felt so compelled to come to this spot.. Why he was meant to be here at this exact moment.. It was you.

At first he thought he was merely hallucinating; you definetly looked significantly different from the last time he had saw you but.. he knew it was you, his partner that he had before his life completly went to shit (minus the catastrophe that occured with Blake, of course). He knew instantly, it was your eyes, your stature and just.. your overall warm and familiar aura that gave your identity away. He couldnt believe that the person he had so fucking desperately wanted to see more than anyone or anything was only a few feet away - and now, that you were finally here... All he wanted for you to do was to leave.

As soon as he saw you he felt a sudden tightness posses his chest and throat which accompanied the formation of tears burning his eyes; hastily blurring his vision. He had to physically restrain himself from sobbing outloud; trying his best to just swallow down his tears. His whole body felt as if it was on fire with anxiety, but he chose to continue to stand still behind a few dainty trees - trying to pull himself together so he could actually have the chance to think critically and choose what the ever living fuck he was going to do next.

While he waited for his blurry vision to clear, he chose to focus on the semi distant figure that he knew was you. He took in the little details; like how the sun highlighted the colors in your hair and your simple but charming outfit. It took him several moments to think of why you would even be here in the first place, with a school bus- and thats when another dreadful realization hit him.

Only parents were mainly chaperones when it came to elementary field trips.. meaning-

No other thought crossed Xaviers mind as his eyes flicked down inhumanely fast to the child where (y/n) stood next too.. and immeadietly he knew.

The features the child shared of both you and Xavier were partially a giveaway, but most importantly.. it was the feeling he had that confirmed his belief. The initial anxiety he felt of the kids arriving still remained but was significantly muted and mostly replaced with a overwhelming sense of pure love. The feeling spread to every fiber of his being, and so did a odd urge to protect this small being which he knew was his.

Not ever in his entire life had he felt this way about someone (execpt for perhaps, you). He felt himself taking a few steps forward, at first completly involuntary but he knew he had to talk to you. Just the idea of reuniting tasted so fucking good but, he knew he couldnt get too greedy if he was going to talk to you. He knew confronting you had to be solely done in order to save you and his child, he couldnt get carried away. He wouldnt.

He tried his best to appear casual as he submerged from behind the trees, his hands held behind his back - the only way he could get them to stop shaking. He tried to relax his shoulders and appear confident as he strided up to you; your back turned toward him. He continued until he was directly behind you, he wanted to tap your shoulder but - touching you seemed out of the question. That would confirm everything, it would make it seem actually real and not like this just some torturous dream.

"(Y/n)"? He spoke.

Xaviers breath hitched as he watched you whip around to face him. He studied your features as you went from looking utterly confused to surprised beyond belief.

"Xavier, what-"

"We need to talk".

Xavier quickly grabbed your hand, leading you away from herd of kids and the few sparse chaperones that were amongst them. A few of them gave you two a few odd looks but neither you or Xavier particularly cared, after all this was the first time in years you two had seen eachother. You hastily followed his lead, feeling slightly embarrassed that it was obvious how nervous and simply caught off guard you currently were. Your palms (one of which was still holding onto Xaviers hand) were starting to moisten with sweat. These feelings only amplified once Xavier turned around to face you. The intensity that was in his eyes put you on edge - never in your time of dating or knowing him did he ever look so serious with you.

"What are you doing here"? Xavier spoke, his voice was still in a higher pitch, slightly breaking.

"What"?

After years of not being able to see you, in fact; years of you not even knowing where he went - this was how he chose to greet you?? Automatically your blood ran cold with the sudden realization that something was wrong. Seriously wrong.. but the feeling didnt just apply to your ex boyfriend. It was the entire camp.

"Its not safe here, you need to take the kids and leave". Xaviers voice more visibly shook this time as he spoke; as if his words physically pained him.

Your heart skipped a beat, the sudden pain and anguish starting to fully settle in. You couldnt believe it; after years of not seeing you - this was all he had to say? Was he fucking joking?

"What? A-are you kidding? Xavier, I havent seen you in years- I didnt even know you would be here-"

"I'm sorry (y/n). I'm so sorry but you have no idea what this place is like. You just need to go, and the kids. And promise me you wont come back".

It was torturous to watch tears gather in Xaviers eyes, and watch as they streaked down his cheeks. The sadness you previously felt was now washed away with red, hot rage. The feeling spread throughout your body like a wildfire that he was seemingly rejecting you.. but you knew now this wasnt some pathetic excuse. Something was seriously wrong here; and now it was starting to become too obvious to ignore.

Xavier looked hauntingly the exact same from the last time you saw him. He forever, looked as if he was still stuck in the same moment of time - like in the summer of 1984, which was when you last saw him.

You didnt realize you were still holding onto one of his hands until you reflexively tried to move it to brush away his tears that were still staining his cheeks; but awkwardly.. you chose to do so with your other hand. Squeezing the one hand you were still holding onto a bit tighter.

He winced as you touched him, and as much you tried your damn best to hold it together - you could feel tears starting to burn your eyes as well.

"I cant promise I wont ever come back, Xavier. I need to see you again, and what about-" you said softly, about to reference the child you two shared together.

"No, you'll see me again (y/n). I promise.. okay"?

He brought your hand up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles; the tears you trying so desperately to hold in were now sliding down your cheeks. Your breathing was now horribly choppy. You were on the brink of full on sobbing but you held yourself back - it was nearly time for you to go.

The fact you would have to go back to go the others and make up some bullshit excuse to leave, put a bitter taste in your mouth.. but your sure Xavier had a valid reason for ushering you to leave. Even if he didnt want to tell you right now; you trusted him with your life.

"Okay.. Fine. I'm coming back though, and I'm sorry I couldnt find you sooner". You admitted.

You dropped his hand that you were still holding in order to wrap your arms around him. To get one final touch to remember him by. You were desperate to fully touch him and to be wrapped in his embrace, something you had desperately and madly missed. As he held you; you tried to soak in his scent, his aura.. just the fact that he was even here seriously with you, in this moment.

You previously assumed Xavier had passed away; that was easier to come to terms with rather than thinking he willingly ran away or.. that something else more sinister had happened. A part of you wanted to be frustrated that you were leaving with more questions than answers but.. you didnt care. Your heart didnt care. You were just happy you were able to see your boyfriend.. no matter the circumstance or conditions it came with. Even though you were stupidly happy, your thoughts kept annoyingly circling back to the same question - how was Xavier here with you, living.. breathing.. in the flesh. How was this possible? You were about to speak your thoughts outloud when you first felt Xavier break away from you. You didnt get as much as a second glance just when you felt something soft on your cheek. Perhaps a goodbye kiss? and then.. just like he wasnt there at all, he was gone. Almost as if he completly disintegrated into the fresh, morning sky.

You felt your entire body stiffen as you realized he was gone.. again. It was difficult to pinpoint exactly how you felt. It was a nasty mix of both grief and anger that left you completly speechless and deathly still. You took a step back to combat the feeling, and attempted to look casual (and not like the person whom you were just hugging had completly fucking vanished). Sheepishly taking a look at the group you had arrived with and making sure none of them noticed your.. odd behavior.

Sure enough, none of them did. They all stood, and continued on conversing just like they were before you had broke away from them. Smiling and laughing as if nothing was wrong; just like they didnt have a care in the world - just as if the love of their life wasnt ripped away from them for a second time.

Even though Xavier was now gone, that odd, unsettling feeling still lingered with you. Like something was terribly wrong here, in Camp Redwood. The feeling wasn't entirely bad though; sure - the overall air in this place reeked of something terrible but.. now you felt something else mixed into it. A comforting essence of safety; Xaviers presence. You knew he wasnt directly beside you anymore but he was somewhere.. lurking. Watching you, as you begrudgingly walked over to the group you came with. Making up a bullshit excuse in your head so you could escape whatever this place was pretending to be.

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