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icedragonlizard · 8 months ago

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I'm probably going to be obliterated for this, but I'm bold enough.

I think it eventually deserves to be said, anyways.

Consider this the follow-up to a post I wrote a few days ago.

For clarification, I'm not at all trying to say that the whole Mecha Knight thing in Planet Robobot wasn't messed up. Overall, it was messed up. Yes, what Susie did to Meta Knight was indeed quite bad.

But it's very clear that the Kirby fandom has absolutely blatant double standards when it comes to this sort of thing.

While it's understandable to find enjoyment in milking angst out of such an incident, I believe that people exaggerate Mecha Knight.

Some people love to go on about how Meta Knight suffers from horrible medical trauma after Planet Robobot. About how much he hates Susie's guts, will never ever forgive her, and wants her to die. About how this was basically the worst thing to ever happen to him.

But if I'm being honest, I don't think Mecha Knight was that much different from all the times that King Dedede has been possessed.

Where's all the talk about Dedede being traumatized from all his possession incidents? Hello?!?!? Do people just act like he's not that traumatized or that he easily toughs out his possession incidents while Meta Knight was just messed up so darn bad by being a robot?

Actually, I have seen people talk about Dedede being traumatized by Dark Matter, but it's absolutely nothing like talk about Mecha Knight. Still double standards.

To be fair, I can somewhat understand the big discrepancy of how Mecha Knight is treated compared to Dedede's possessions. After all, Meta Knight is quite literally the Kirby's fandom blorbo (aside from Magolor, I guess) and turning someone into a robot against their will can very much indeed be a lot more nerve-striking in comparison.

But was Mecha Knight really truly so much worse than Dedede's possessions? Does it really deserve to be treated like it's such an unfathomable, unspeakable, harrowing tragedy... compared to Dedede's incidents being treated like they're no big deal at all?

... In my opinion, no.

Meta Knight shook off roboticization pretty quickly after the second Mecha Knight fight. He's then quick to get on top of the Halberd while the rest of his crew gets it up and flying. Funny how it's that instead of him just sitting there crippled and helpless after the robot armor breaks off of him. I dunno about you guys, but he looks fine!

While I myself do imagine that he'd certainly have been somewhat messed up and traumatized by being a robot, and while I do imagine he would be mad at Susie over it for a while, I sincerely don't agree to the extent of how some people depict it. It didn't ruin his life like some people think. It hurt him, but not ruin him. He's been through bad stuff before. If you ask me, it's more like a "regular Tuesday" for him instead of being the absolute total life-ruining experience for him. He's been able to heal from the incident and is doing just fine.

And for the record, I don't buy into the "Meta Knight hates Susie SO MUCH and wants her dead" headcanon. I don't necessarily headcanon them being friends, and I think he was initially angry at her, but his anger at her slowly fades in my opinion.

Can we please not overlook some of Dedede's possession incidents? Let's not pretend that Taranza is an innocent little guy and that he hasn't hurt Dedede before. Although I believe that being used like a puppet by Taranza was far from Dedede's worst possession incident.

I like to imagine that Dedede suffered from true traumatization from 2 out of the 3 times he's been possessed by Dark Matter, as well as the time he's been possessed by Fecto Forgo during Forgotten Land.

He's been able to heal and get better, but it did hurt him at first.

Dark Matter lowkey turned his stomach into a set of jaws, and then formed a giant unnerving eyeball onto his stomach. That had to hurt, methinks. It also wouldn't help if one were to interpret that Dark Matter was preying on Dedede's flaws, making him easy to possess.

When Dedede was possessed by Fecto Forgo, he was ordered to hurt his own waddle dees. He couldn't have felt good about that afterwards, especially with how much he's shown to care about his waddle dees to the point he goes out of his way to save one singular waddle dee from the stampeding Beast Pack after he's been freed.

In my opinion, if Meta Knight has been messed up by Susie, then I think that there's no way Dedede hasn't been a little messed up one way or another by the Dark Matter and Fecto Forgo possessions as well. While I certainly believe he's been able to heal and overcome them, I think he was hurt over them initially after they were over. For me, it's basically the same of how Meta Knight had a phase of being traumatized by what Susie did to him until he's come around to heal.

I prefer to think that the incidents are similar instead of just "OMMGG poor meta knight was screwed up so darn bad, and dedede's possessions weren't really a big deal, they were much much less bad."

And I don't at all call for anyone to hate on Taranza, Dark Matter, Fecto Forgo, Yin Yarn or anyone else that has possessed Dedede. They don't deserve that, in my opinion. Just like how I think Susie is honestly not deserving of the level of hate she's received for Mecha Knight.

Was Mecha Knight a messed up incident? Yes. But let's not pretend that some of Dedede's possessions weren't messed up as well. Mecha Knight is certainly more nerve-striking... but from an objective standpoint, it's not significantly worse. And I think Dedede has overall faced more trauma than Meta Knight has, since the former has been possessed much more times. Sorry, but I don't think one robot incident outweighs multiple possession incidents. I just don't.

HAL doesn't at all appear to treat Mecha Knight like it's so much worse than all of the times that King Dedede has been possessed.

Oh wow, this is getting a bit long, but yeah that's basically it. I just felt like it needed to be said that it's almost absurd that Meta Knight being turned into a robot once is all it takes for the fandom to metaphorically riot on the streets while ignoring Dedede's possession incidents.

I'm well aware that I might be playing with fire while writing this. But I'm bold. I'm gonna brace myself for however some people react to this. Not sure if it'll get to the point where I'll be forced to delete this.

The double standards in this fandom gets on my nerves.

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strniohoeee · 11 months ago

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I’m not sure if you write for Justin butttttt like the triplets have a friend and the reader is their older sister, an Justin starts to grow a crush on her…🫣

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Pairing: Justin Carey X Female Reader

Synopsis: Back home from graduate school, Y/N runs into her old best friend, and some feelings come up to the surface. Will these feelings be mutual??🫂

Warnings⚠️: None. This one was okayyy, but like Justin has me in a chokehold like let’s stop pretending he isn’t fine asf😁

Songs for the imagine: Misty- Lesley Gore, La-La Means I Love You- The Delfonics

Look at me

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree

And I feel like i'm clinging to a cloud

I can’t understand

Being the older sister meant being the babysitter when mom and dad weren’t home. Lucky for me most of college I avoided that, but I just graduated graduate school and moved back home while I looked for a better paying job.

It was weird having a brother 6 years younger than me because for a while we never got along, but like him and I could go drinking in a few months once he turned 21??

Anyways my parents gave me the summer off while they stood in Italy on a work trip as long as I watched my brother. I mean it was easy now that he was an adult I only set two rules: no parties and no girls over. For the most part I had a free summer back home in Boston. Oh how I missed home. I lived in Tennessee while I did the last 4 years of graduate school, and the south had nothing on up north.

The day my parents were leaving was the day my brother decided to crash his car and totaled it. The idiot was texting and driving and hit a tree. I’m honestly shocked he walked away alive considering he drove a car that was older than me. Nonetheless this made me his chauffeur which I hated.

“Y/NNNN LETS GOO I HAVE PLANS” he yelled from downstairs

“SHUT UP YOU TWERP” I yelled back putting my pants on

“YOURE TAKING FOREVERRRR” he yelled again

“STEFAN IM LITERALLY COMING DOWN, NOW SHUT UP” I yelled backed as I grabbed my phone and pursed and shut my light off walking down the stairs

“Ouuu someone’s getting all pretty for their boyfriend” he said ruffling my hair

“What boyfriend you weirdo” I said pushing him away

“Justin” he said laughing

“Justin? Your friend's older brother?” I said raising an eyebrow at him

“Yeah who else? Didn’t yall have a past anyways” he said putting his sneakers on

“Umm no we were friends, and then he got all weird on me senior year and I haven’t seen him since, that was like 9 years ago” I said grabbing a water bottle

“Ohh right weirded out by your obsession he chose to go to a different college I remember you didn’t like that” he said wiggling his brows at me

“You’re a little shit. I wasn’t obsessed with him” I said flicking him in the forehead

“Right and the sky isn’t blue” he said grabbing his overnight bag

“I’ll lock you in the house and drive away have fun getting nowhere” I said smiling at him

“Your threats don’t scare me anymore I could get to their house easily” he said smiling at me

“Yeah how? With your car? Oh yeah…that’s right you don’t have one” I said looking at him in a shocked way

“Fine you win this one” he said rolling his eyes

“Don’t I always” I said opening the door for him and letting him walk out

“I’m spending the night with the triplets, so you can just drop me off and then do as you please” he said getting in the passenger seat

“Sounds good to me” I said sitting in the driver's seat and connecting my phone to the aux

“Is Justin home?” I asked Stefan randomly

“And you say your were not obsessed” he said looking up from his phone

“Just answer the question dipshit” I said rolling my eyes

“I’m actually not sure. He never really came home during breaks or anything, so I don’t even know if he lives here again, or if he moved out of state” he replied

“Hmm nice to know” I said tilting my head a bit

“Why? Going to try and get him back?” He said looking at me

“What? No….I just haven’t seen him in so long I wonder what he’s been up to. I mean him and I were best friends that’s how you became friends with Chris Nick and Matt” I replied glancing over at my brother

“Yeah it is weird how yall just stopped talking” he said

“I never even got an explanation either. We grew up in diapers together and then one random Tuesday he just completely ghosts me” I said laughing

“Pretty pathetic” my brother said

“I know right” I replied

“Oh no not him…you…pathetic that you remember the day” he said laughing

“You’re such a dick” I said smacking his chest

“OW” he yelled grabbing his chest

“20 years old and you still haven’t changed one bit” I said shaking my head at him

“You know I love you” he said tickling me

“Stop weirdo” I said laughing

I had pulled up to the triplets driveway, and he texted them that he was outside. I got out of the car to hug my brother bye and told him to behave to which he replied he’s not a little kid.

“Y/N you’re home” Matt said

“Hey guys! Look at you you’re all grown up” I said hugging them

“It’s been forever” Nick said

“I know right, four years and now I’m back home for good, and my parents make me watch this numbnut” I said pouting at Stefan

“The same old Y/N” Chris said laughing

“You know uhh Justin’s back home too” Matt said looking at me

“Oh really? I haven’t seen him in 9 years” I said nodding at him

“Really? He just moved back too from graduate school he’s looking for a better paying job” Nick said

“Oh shit really me too” I said

“I can go grab him if you want to catch up” Chris said pointing behind him

“Oh no no don’t worry! I was just about to head out” I said

“Well alright I’ll let him know you stopped by” Matt said

“Yeah sure! Have fun guys and Stefan let me know when to pick you up” I said hugging him

“Alright” he said

They had walked into the house and I got back in my car. I went to start the car when my engine started to sputter

“What the fuck?” I said furrowing my brows, this is a brand new car???

I tried it again and sudden smoke started to come out from under the hood

“Holy shit” I said taking the key out

I got out of the car and popped the hood, coughing as the smoke clouded my senses

“Need some help?” I heard from behind me

“Uh yeah” I said turning around

Immediately my heart stopped and my eyes popped out of my head

“Justin?” I said tilting my head

“That would be me” he said laughing

“Sorry that was dumb…I’m just so shocked to see you. It’s been so long” I said laughing

“I know….you look good” he said smiling at me

“Thanks” I said

“Uhh your car” he said pointing at it

“Oh right…I mean I don’t know this cars brand new I’m not sure what’s going on” I said turning and looking at the parts

“Let me take a look” he said and walked over

Justin began to examine everything, and I slowly looked at him taking his appearance in. It’s so crazy how 9 years can change someone. He looked good and I hated myself for thinking about him in that way.

“Oh I found the problem” he said looking at me, snapping out of my trance I looked at his face

“Really? What is it?” I said

“You see that wire right there? It has a tear in it, but it’s an easy fix I can do it for you” he said

“Really? You’d do that?” I said smiling at him

“Well of course” he said nodding at me

He walked away and got some kit for cars as he began to patch the wire up

“Why are you being so nice to me?” I questioned

“What do you mean? I’ve always been nice” he said glancing over at me

“Mmm I don’t know. We grew up together and then one day senior year you just stopped talking to me, you acted like I was a ghost” I said crossing my arms over my chest

“Did I?” He said looking down at the wire

“Don’t play dumb I know you did it for a reason, and it hurt me” I said

“I guess we just grew apart” he said wiping his forehead

“Justin we made plans to go to the same college and the same graduate school, and then the same day you stop talking to me is the same day I find out you switched schools” I said blinking at him

“Well I got a better scholarship offer with the other school” he said looking at me

“Bullshit” I said scoffing

“No it’s true” he said finishing up the wire

“You got a full ride just like I did…your mom told me, so you deliberately switched schools and cut me off….why?” I asked

“I don’t know why okay” he said throwing his hands up in defense

“Yes you do Justin stop lying” I said

“Why does it even matter anyways? We're 26…..don’t you have adult things to worry about and not why we stopped being friends at 17” he said bluntly

“Asshole much?” I said shaking my head at him

“I’m not….it just doesn’t matter” he said

“Yes it does…what you did hurt me, and for 9 years my best friend of 17 years never gave me an explanation, and right now as we stand here as adults he’s pulling the most childish act of all by not telling me the truth” I stated staring him down

“Want to know the reason? Huh? You’re itching for it? That’s your issue you can never live in the unknown you have to know it all” he said looking at me and scoffing

“Yes Justin I do” I said stomping my foot down

“I cut you off and switched schools because I was so madly in love with you, and I could never have you because you never felt the same way. I sat for years watching you cry and chase over boys who didn’t care about you. I wanted to be that guy you chased so badly, and when I realized at 17 that I would never be that I put my big boy pants on and let reality sit in. I could not chase you to another school for another 8 years like a love sick puppy when you didn’t care about me that way.” He stated slamming his tool box shut

“I…I never knew that” I said my gaze softening

“I didn’t expect you to, you were so far up some other guys ass you couldn't see how much I loved you” he stated slamming my hood shut

“No Justin! I liked you too, but you felt unreal to me. You didn’t seem tangible. The cool guy that every girl liked….I let that school girl crush die a long time ago, and I shouldn’t have” I replied

“Why didn’t you say anything? I would’ve tried harder. I would’ve went to school with you like we promised” He asked in a whisper

“I tried….that day I went and walked up to you to tell you, and you walked right past me like I wasn’t even there. That day killed me. I realized I lost you forever” I said shaking my head

“I’m such an idiot….in love with you since I was 13 and I let you slip through my fingers” he said shaking my head

“It’s okay Justin” I said laughing a bit

“I feel like such a dick” he said laughing too

“I mean you were, but we were also 17, so it’s alright” I said

“Let me make it up to you” he said looking at me

“You already fixed my car that’s more than enough” I said smiling at him

“Speaking of which that tear in the wire was a perfect incision like someone did it purposely…” he said laughing again

“Stefan…” I said shaking my head

“He may be a dick, but he seems to be your wingman” Justin said

“I have to give it to him…I didn’t see that coming” I said giggling

“Smart kid” he said

“Very” I replied laughing

“You know I’ve always liked you like a lot, and I’m sure my brothers told your brother about my major crush on you” he said laughing

“Mmm he’s never told me, but I did raise my eyebrows a few times with the way they always wanted to run and get you so we could see each other” I said laughing too

“Our own little wingmen and we were so blind to it” he said

“It’s so crazy, but listen I have to head downtown and it was great seeing you and thank you so much for fixing my car I owe you” I said leaning off my car and taking my keys out

“Listen, don't even worry about it, okay! You being back in town is more than enough” he said offering me a smile

“Wow Carey you have a good way with words” I said looking back at him

“Didn’t I always” he said raising his eyebrows at me

“Mmm I suppose so” I replied opening my car door

“Well I’ll see you around then” he said nodding his head at me

“I mean would you like to come with me? I just have some errands to run for my parents it’ll be like the old days” I said

“Uhh yeah, yeah sure” he said nodding his head

“Cool hop in” I said sitting in the car

“Hop in? What are you 40” he said sitting in the car

“Shut up Justin….you're still the same” I said backing out of the driveway

“And so are you, always flustered when I tease you” he said poking me

“Back off” I said laughing at him

“I’m so glad we’ve got back together” he said looking over at me

“I agree” I replied glancing over at him

That day we spent together was amazing. We ran into town and reminisced on how we used to go out together to these shops all the time. I really enjoyed his company, and I couldn’t believe it took us so long to reconnect and talk about everything.

We sat on a bench downtown eating our lunch and just watching the scenery.

“You know I really really like you like a lot” he blurted out

“Justin you keep saying this” I said giggling

“I know, but I never got to say it, and it’s been on my mind for 9 years” he replied looking down

“You should’ve called or texted” I replied

“I know, but I figured you hated me, so I didn’t bother” he said to me

“Hate you? Never was I upset yeah, but I could never hate you” I replied eating a piece of my food

“I’m just sorry like I was such an idiot” he said shaking his head

“Justin it’s okay we were teenagers that doesn’t define who we are now” I said to him

“Yeah you’re right” he said nodding his head

“Plus you’re hotter now than back in high school” I said leaning over to him

“What” he said blushing

“It’s the truth” I said giggling at him

“You’ve always been beautiful to me” he said looking up at me

“Heyyy way to make me look like an ass” I said laughing

“No! Never” he said winking at me

“You think I’m beautiful?” I said shocked

“I mean who doesn’t? Everything about you is beautiful inside and out” he said taking a sip of his drink

“Thank you Justin” I said

He smiled at me while we finished our food

“So I say we head back?” I asked as I tossed our trash out

“Uh yeah that’s nice” he said

“And then you can give me a room tour” I said laughing

“It hasn’t changed much. I’m never really home” he said

“No? How come you’re back now” I said as we walked back to my car

“Mmm I heard through the grapevine you were coming back home and I wanted to possibly see you again” he said

“Who told you? My brother?” I asked

“No, my mom did actually” he said

“Mmm she always thought we were more than what we actually were” I said laughing

“I know, no matter how many times I told her no. I guess she still hopes we end up together” he replied

“I agree with her” I said as we got in the car

I had driven back to their house and went up to Justin’s room. It really has not changed at all.

“Even the bed sheets are the same from High school” I said sitting on his bed

“I told you I’m never home” he said shrugging

“You really came home for me?” I said shaking my head

“Uhhh well I also have a family too” he said shrugging his shoulders

“Right right” I said laughing

Justin had sat down next to me and I began to get nervous just like I did in high school.

“You really haven’t changed one bit” he said laughing

“What do you mean?” I asked looking over at him

“You’re still nervous everytime I sit next to you” he said bumping my shoulder

“Oh shut up” I said bumping his shoulder back

We looked at each other for a moment, searching each other's eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked me

“Yes” I whispered

Justin crashed his lips to mine, and his right hand came to my cheek. Caressing it and rubbing my cheek with his thumb as our lips locked in a kiss.

I can’t believe it took me 13 years to kiss my best friend who I’ve been madly in love with since I was 13. I wouldn’t change this moment for anything.

We pulled away and looked in each other's eyes smiling, and I reconnected our lips kissing him once more.

Suddenly his door opened, and we broke apart.

“OH MY GOD” my brother yelled with Chris, Nick and Matt behind him

“STEFAN” I yelled

“spying on us?” Justin asked standing up

“Whatttt no” Chris said high pitched

“Yeah sure you weirdos” I said laughing

“Come on let’s go downstairs” Justin said

We went downstairs and spent the day with our brothers. Sitting on the couch in each other's arms as we watched movies.

His parents came home to see us in each other's arms, and were pleasantly surprised.

I guess falling in love with your best friend is a lot easier than you’d think…..

The End

Alrightttt hope you enjoyed this one. I was like mehhh about it IDKKK. But love yall 🥹🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #Justin Carey imagines #Justin Carey X female reader #Justin carey x reader imagines

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 1 year ago

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I'm sorry I send the requests back to back, I was happy to see they're open again. Hcs for assassin reader who's married to tan and they all work together. (Like how we met, how he proposed, also how we are now as a trio, aka brainy but chaotic badass reader makes a comeback) Sorry if this too much, I'm aware you said hcs tend to take longer, please please take your time, don't rush! Love ya! 💗 💺 anon

hii! don’t worry about it honey! I love it, and also it’s no problem, hc’s are usually really quick for me, I can bang them out in half hour. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 love uu

hc’s/ imagines

tangerine x assassin!fem reader

— wc 503

✧.┊ MASTERLIST

okay so...

— I think that the three of you work incredibly well together !!

— you all have strengths and weaknesses that amplify one another. where one lacks the other gains, so for that reason all VERY work well

— I think you're maybe more of the brains of the group (literally) you're able to hack and get into cameras etc ??? (idk any of the terms) lem is kinda the muscle and tan is more of the attack type

— maybe you were assigned to help the twins for a mission, and since you worked so well, you stayed/ joined them and have been on countless assignments together. perhaps, the first mission was set at a ball, and you had to pretend to date (I read something similar a few days ago and forgot how much I loved it, so had to implement it)

— and (bc I love this trope) he finally saw you blahblahblah, and then confessed feelings after months of 'confusion' (he'd dance around expressing them for ages, and it would kinda be this angry love confession between the two of you) - but it would be sweet though, nothing mean or hateful. like "what are we doing?" or "I don't get you" or "you shouldn't be with him" or "why are you so difficult?" sorta thing

— but he's a total softie for you, and would propose somewhere that was meaningful to the pair of you. he doesn't like cliches, so he'd find a way to combat it

— and the ring ??? my GOD?? would be EXACTLY the one you want, like all the ones in your pinterest board, nothing tacky, nothing cheap, nothing shit, just beautiful and to your exact taste

back to before...

— maybe you keep them in line at times, like you're the only one that thinks. they react, but you respond kinda thing

— you taught them to think with their hearts too. ironically (bc you're an assassin) like the feminine/nurturing energy

— he goes love blind, so working with you is sometimes dangerous. all caution and thought goes out the window if and when you ever get injured. all he wants is to kill the one that hurt you, but you and lem remind/ stop him

— he knows you can protect yourself, so he allows you do to that until it gets to a point where he can't take it anymore. like he'd let you have your fun/ moment but wouldn't let it get too far (risk you getting killed) he would never forgive himself for it and would do something permanent

— someone say romeo and juliet ??

— you definitely have lots of tan within you, but he admires and hates it. he loves that you're similar to him, but they're often the parts he dislikes most about himself

— PROTECTOR X PROTECTED!!!!!!!! (even though you're in the same career, just go with it)

— they'd both look after you and keep you safe. lem is like a bodyguard older brother, and tan is, well, tan

— NEVER let anything bad happen to you

— — — — — — — — — — ☆ — — — — — — — — — —

tan taglist: @tangerinesgf @kpopgirlbtssvt @like-a-fine-skylark @earth-elemental18 @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @thewinterv @navs-bhat @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart @theredvelvetbitch @randomawesomeperson102 @lov3lypeaches7 @princess-pebbles-things @astermath @dynamitehacke @boldlyimportantface @charmedkim @fruitlovertangerine @psiiconic @bubblezuku @sporadiccherryblossom @landryslove @daenerys-supremacy @dontknownameauthor

#💺#tangerine #tangerine bullet train #tangerine x reader #tangerine x you #tangerine fanfiction #tangerine headcanon #tangerine imagine #lemon and tangerine

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lemotmo · 4 months ago

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Hi there! I hope you're having a great day.

Please bear with me because English is not my first language, I just hope I get my point across 🙏

I really enjoy your blog, I've been in the fandoms for about a year or so and I just wanted your opinion on something I have noticed in regards about how a section or the fandom treats Eddie vs how they treat Buck.

So since 7x4 happened I've seen some crazy opinions about Eddie like : "Eddie cant get together with Buck until he fixes all his issues/trauma and needs to be in therapy to be worthy or Buck. Not Buck tho, he's obviously still on the hamster wheel and has some issues on his own, he just jumped from one relationship to another in a matter of weeks but that's fine 🤷" "It will be ok for Bucktommy to be endgame because Tommy is apparently the most compelling love interest Buck ever had in the show since Tommy is such a complex character, Eddie should end alone if he doesn't get with Buck tho because apparently that's what's right for his character"

"Eddie should lost custody of Chris for making a mistake while dealing with his trauma and he should stay with Buck because Buck deserves to be his guardian more than Eddie" "BuckTommy deserves to be in a long and steady relationship and we need two seasons of them while Eddie figures himself out and maybe we can get buddie at the last episode when 911 finally ends 🤓"

I don't really understand how some "buddie" fans have this kind of opinion when they apparently "love" Eddie. Wouldn't it be easier to just admit they don't really like Eddie (which is a valid opinion) why pretend to like him?

I have some theories about why some fans treat Eddie like this but I'm a POC so for me it only means one thing 🤷

My favorite character is Buck but the way some people in the fandom treat Eddie baffles me.

You re always so kind and well-spoken that's why I enjoy reading your replies everyday. Has this fandom always treated Eddie this way or is this a recent change?

Okay Nonny, I will attempt to reply to your question as eloquently as possible, but I first I have to come out as a non native speaker (as well), non POC and non American Eddie stan. Mostly, because the last three things will most certainly affect my answer.

Let’s begin in season one. Buck was a fan favourite from the beginning. A good looking blond all-American guy with blue eyes. Couldn’t get more American than that really. He was a total himbo who scored woman after woman. At first that is all you see. He was fun and compelling to watch for some people.

I have to admit that I hated Buck’s guts in the beginning of season 1 and I thought Bobby was absolutely right to fire him. I mean, stealing the engine to have sex? Just... no. (Don't worry, these days I adore Buck.)

It was only when him and Abby started their relationship that I started to like him more. (Yes, I liked Buck/Abby. Don't hate on me for that. They had a great dynamic.) Then Abby left.

When Eddie appeared in season 2, I fell in love. So did Buck by the way. :) He was a lot more compelling to watch than Buck (for me personally) and I understood him in ways that I never quite understood Buck. That is where my Eddie love began and it is still going strong today.

So, imagine my surprise that, even as early on as season 2 and 3 there were people who didn’t quite like Eddie as much as they did Buck. Some Buddie shippers were obviously biased towards Buck.

For example, when the law suit story arc happened, these people were all supporting Buck and almost woobiefying him. While I didn’t necessarily think Buck was wrong about everything, I did think he was wrong about suing the Fire Department and blowing up his bonds with the 118 by talking about their private lives to his attorney.

When I tried to talk about this topic, it was obvious that certain individuals didn’t agree with me. Some reactions even were quite hostile. But whatever Eddie did was definitely criticised more heavily by a certain part of fandom. Eddie being angry with Buck over the law suit? Some people didn’t like that at all and even afterwards were upset because Eddie didn’t apologize. Apologize over what? It was Buck who sued the department and talked about the 118’s private lives.

I’d like to make it clear that I’m not talking about everyone in fandom. This was a group of fans that defended Buck through everything, no matter what he did. Everyone was wrong, but Buck was always right. Eddie never seemed to get the same defence.

I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t get it at first, mostly because I’m not American and my mind just didn’t go there somehow? Looking back at it now, I don’t understand why I didn’t clock it earlier. I mean, Trump building that wall at the Mexican border speaks for itself.

Anyway, that scene (I forgot the episode) where Eddie reveals being half Swedish and half Mexican to that racist who didn’t want him to treat him? That is when alarm bells first started going off in my mind. I started reading up about the topic, I read a lot of posts about it here on Tumblr about Eddie being half Mexican and generally set out to educate myself on the subject.

So yeah, ultimately I do think there are a lot of people who just like Buck better than other characters, which is fine. I love Eddie more than anyone else on the show, so who am I to judge? We all need our blorbo, don’t we? :b As long as they treat Eddie the same as Buck, it’s all fine. That is what fandom is about.

But there is a certain subset of fans, and a lot of them seem to have jumped on the BT train, that seem to constantly spew hate onto Eddie. Some of it has to do with Eddie being in the way of their ship. Some of it has to do with Ryan and people not liking him, so they transfer those emotions to Eddie.

But yes, some of it, I imagine, has to do with the fact that Eddie is a half Mexican man with the surname ‘Diaz’.

Listen, feel free to jump into the comments to add your own opinion on this topic, but please keep it respectful towards others. Also, do correct me if I’m wrong about anything in this post. As I said, I’m not an American. Be aware that I didn’t set out to offend anyone. This is just the way I perceive the Eddie hatred in this fandom.

#nonnies galore #insight into 911 fandom & season 7 and 8 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #fandom bias towards characters #911 abc

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loki-princeofasgard · 1 year ago

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Jealous?

Tony Stark x Reader

Stark was working on something in his shop, playing rock music on the speakers. “Jarvis, turn the music up louder.” He ordered, keeping his eyes on his work. He hears a knock on his door. Stark didn’t even look up, just yelled, “Enter”.

Y/N enters and look at him working.

“What do you want?” he barked, his voice sharp. He glanced back at her for a second before going back to work.

“I was looking for you.”

“Well here I am,” he said curtly. “Do you have something important to say or are you just here for small talk?”

Y/N roll her eyes and jus throw the files at his desk “The ones you requested me”.

He looked up at her again, annoyed. “You could’ve just put ‘em on my desk.”

“And you could've be nice to me, but hey, we don't always get what we want right?”

“I have no reason to be nice to you. I pay you to do a job, not to be my friend.” He looked down at the files, flipping through them. “You took too long.”

“You actually don’t pay me anything...and next time do it yourself.”

He looked up at her again, visibly annoyed. “I don’t need your help.”

“Fine by me” Y/N gets all the files back and start leaving the room.

Before she got to the door he yelled, "No, no, don't go."

“Sorry, Steve it’s probably calling me or something...” Y/N says with a smirk.

"No, wait. Sorry, that was rude of me. Here, just give me those file." He held out his hand for the papers.

“Say please.” She teases him.

He scowled. “Please, Y/N…”

She gives the files back to him “See, was that so hard? I'm requesting Cap as my partners next mission, just so you know.”

“You’re what?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. "No, that’s not happening.”

“Why not?”

"No, you and I are partners and that's the way it's gonna be." Tony said with a final tone in his voice.

“Hm...jealous Stark?” she smirk at him.

"I am most definitely not jealous of Captain America." he shot back, his tone becoming defensive. "So don't even go there."

“You sure?” She keeps smirking, teasing Tony “I mean, if I was a man I would defentily be jealous of him...super soldier, tall, blond, really hot...”

“You’re just saying that to try to get under my skin.” Tony said in a frustrated voice. “And it’s not working."

“I'm being real” she smiles pretending innocence “I would totally say yes if he ask me to be his partner on missions.”

Tony shook his head, turning away out of annoyance. "Captain America is not asking you to be his partner."

“Okay...maybe he could ask me on a date.” she smirks seeing she was getting under his skin.

“You are very annoying, do you know that?" Tony said in a mock serious tone.

“I learned with you.”

Tony rolled his eyes. "Go bother someone else."

“Sure...maybe I go bother Steve”

Tony laughed. “Go ahead and try that. I dare you." He was half-joking, but he knew she wouldn’t actually do it.

“Okay” Y/N smirk at Tony.

“Yeah, right.” Tony said, scoffing. He watched her leave and returned to his work.

Y/N found Steve in the kitchen “Hey Steve, could you help me with something?”

Steve nodded and put down the dishes he was washing. “What do you need help with? He had always been friendly and kind to her. That was just his way.

“I need your help to make Tony jealous...can we pretend you asked me out?” she smile*

Steve laughed at the suggestion. “Why do you want to make Tony jealous?”

“You know why...”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “No, I don’t. Why?”

“You really gonna make me say it? Okay...I have a crush on him...”

Steve let out a small laugh. “Really? You seriously have a crush on him?” Steve would never judge her for having a crush on Tony, but it is hard to imagine someone having feelings for him, considering how he is.

“Yes...so can you please help me?”

Steve thought about it for a second. “Well, sure. As long as you don’t expect anything to happen.” He didn’t believe that she actually liked Tony, but he would help her play out her little joke just to see Tony’s reaction.

“Thanks! You’re the best” Y/N says and hugs him.

Steve smiled and hugged her back. “No problem."

As she let go, he walked over to Tony’s workshop and stuck his head in. “Hey Tony, can I talk to you?”

Tony was busy tinkering with a pair of advanced gloves, but he looked up as Steve came in. “Yeah, sure. What’s up?”

Steve cleared his throat. “Well… I asked Y/N/N on a date and she said yes.”

Tony looked up at him, clearly bewildered by his words. “You what?” He stood up, dropping the gloves. “You did what?”

Steve just shrugged. He didn’t really take any of this seriously. “I asked Y/N/N out to dinner tonight. She said yes.”

Tony was silent for a moment, thinking about what Steve just told him. “Are you serious right now? You asked her on a date?”

Steve nodded. “Yeah, why is that so hard to believe?” He was starting to have fun, seeing Tony’s reaction.

Tony scoffed, crossing his arms. “You’re messing with me right now, right? This can’t be real.”

Steve started to laugh. “I swear I’m not. I just asked her and she said yes.” He kept a straight face, not letting on that this was all part of the joke.

Y/N knocks before opening the door and looking at both men “Hey...am I interrupting something?”

Tony was clearly annoyed, but he tried to hide it. He took a deep breath before speaking. “No…What do you want?.” He crossed his arms, waiting for her to say what she wanted.

“Actually, I was looking for Steve”

Tony raised an eyebrow. “Why? For what?” He knew that she was trying to mess with him, and he was trying his best to stay patient.

“ I have the reports he asked me so nicely” she teases tony “And to say I will be ready by 7:00 pm”.

“Wait.” he said, staring at her. “You’re really going on a date with Steve?” He was so confused and taken aback that he couldn’t even hide it.

“Yes Tony! Steve asked and I said yes.”

Tony was clearly flabbergasted by this conversation. “I still can’t tell if you’re joking or not. You are, right?”

“I’m not.” She looks at Steve and smile

Tony could feel his anxiety rising. “Oh come on, there’s no way you would say yes!” He was completely thrown off by this development. He was convinced that this whole thing was just a joke.

“Why not? I told you early that if he asked me I would say yes...you thought I was joking?”

Tony looked completely baffled now. “But why would he ask you? He can’t be serious, there's no way."

“Why not?” Y/N looks at Tony offended “You don’t think I’m good enough for him?”

Tony looked frustrated now. “That’s not what I said."

“You know what? Never mind...Steve, see you at 7:00 pm” Y/N walks away.

“No wait!” Tony follow her and grabbed her by her arm, stopping her in her tracks. “You can’t just leave, I need to talk to you.”

“I think you said enough for one day” her face serious and a little bit sad at his comment.

Tony was hesitant to say what he really wanted to say. “Look…I mean…are you really going on a date with him?” He couldn’t look her in the eyes as he said this.

“Yes! Why shouldn't I?”

Tony’s anxiety increased. “I don’t know….” He was struggling to articulate what he really wanted to say. “I just…”

“See? You can't even give me one reason.”

“What If I…want to ask you out?” Tony blurted out suddenly. He immediately regretted saying it. He’d never admitted his feelings to anyone before. “I mean…” he mumbled. “It’s just a thought.”

“I know you wouldn’t...”

Tony said nothing. He avoided her gaze as his face stayed red. “Anyway, you should go get ready for your date.” He said, trying to change the subject.

She was completely taken aback by his reaction. “Wait a minute, Tony...Are you serious?”

“N-no, I’m not serious.” He said, but he didn’t sound very convincing. “It was just…a thought.” He mumbled, going silent again. “Just…just forget about it.”

“Tony, wait...”

He stopped, but he still didn’t look at her. “Yeah?”

“I...I'm not going on that date with Steve” She waits for his reaction.

Tony slowly looked back up at her. “You’re not?”

“No.”

“Why not?” He asked softly.

“Because there is no date” She says softly at him “I asked him to say we were going on a date to see your reaction.”

Tony let out a breath he had been holding, relieved. “Oh…Well, that’s...” He tried his best to keep a light-hearted tone. “I mean…who would actually date Steve?”

Y/N chuckles “i would...If I wasn't already interested in someone else.”

Tony’s heart skipped a beat. “Someone like who?” He asked her with a small smile. Y/N just keeps looking at him and smiles.

Tony’s heart raced. He knew what she was implying but he didn’t want to assume. “Me?” He asked her softly, trying to get clarification.

She laughs “I know, I could do better” she says with a teasing tone.

Tony laughed at her joke. “You’re terrible.” He took a few steps closer to her. “So, I’m guessing that’s a yes…?”

“Yes”

Tony couldn’t hide a small smile. “Great, then I guess I’m taking you to dinner tonight.”He took a deep breath before asking, “Can we talk…seriously?” Y/N nods.

"I like you, you know." Tony’s words came out slowly, as if it was difficult to say. "I mean, I’ve liked you for a while, I just…never really told you.” He looked up at her, trying to gauge how she felt about the news. "I hope that’s ok…”

“I've liked you for a while too...” Y/N says with a soft tone.

"Y-you have?" Tony asked, surprised. He stepped towards her, nervous. "I feel like I've had a massive crush on you since I first met you but I thought…it was one-sided."

“Wait, what? Then why you always have been such a dick with me?”

“I guess I wanted to hide it.” He answered honestly. “It’s hard being around you because I like you so much...I didn't want to get myself hurt.”

He took a step closer to her, looking down at her. “I’m sorry for being a dick to you...I just didn’t know what to say…I really like you a lot, Y/N.”

“Tony...you’re a idiot. I’ve liked you too…more than you can imagine.” Y/N stepped closer to him, putting a soft hand on his cheek.

Tony looked up at her in surprise, not expecting such a forward move on her part. He let out a small gasp as their faces were only inches apart from each other. He looked at her for a moment, not knowing what to say. Then their faces moved closer together, pressing against each other. And then, Tony kissed her. It was a passionate kiss, one he’d been waiting to share with her for a while.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss continued.Tony was surprised by how forward she was, but it felt good and he didn’t want it to stop. He wrapped his arms around her waist, embracing her tightly. It was a feeling of love and joy that he’d never felt before. They stayed like this, kissing each other lovingly, for a few moments. Then Y/N pulled back, but just enough to look into Tony’s eyes. "So...dinner tonight?"

Tony smiled at her lovingly. "Yeah...dinner tonight." He knew it would be a memorable night, and he couldn't wait. He couldn't believe it had finally happened. "I'll pick you up at seven."

“I’ll be ready” She smiles.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark #tony stark imagine #tony stark x you

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kjs-s · 1 year ago

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Put on an act

Pairing: Foggy Nelson x reader

Summary Foggy panickly introduced you as his partner to his ex.

Prompts :“Can’t believe I let you drag me into this” and “Act like we’re dating, I see my ex”

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: none I can think of

A/N: This is my entry for @locke-writes 2k celebration. Congats again Noah and I hope you will like this

''We need to pick something meaningful. Which ones do you think will say 'thanks for sticking around' and ' we appreciate you'?'' Foggy asked you looking around the flower shop a little lost. Karen's ten-year anniversary working for Matt and Foggy was coming up. The little celebration was your idea after Karen narrated how she came to work with them when you were first hired as a paralegal. You couldn't believe how fortunate you were to be employed by such terrific people.

''I know that, pick pansies, sunflowers, and yellow roses. We actually had a botany and flower meaning class in my university.'' Your tone was so sincere that you could fool anyone that didn't know how fond of sarcasm you were.

''Really?'' Foggy sounded enthusiastic hoping he wouldn't have to stay any longer in the shop and he could just return to the office and the case he was working on.

''Of course not. I have no clue, my botanic skills and non-existent. Let me look it up.'' You searched for the right choices while Foggy was trying hopelessly to locate someone to help you.

After about ten minutes you looked up from your phone.

''Ok, I think I have a decent bouquet picked out. We just need to find those four flowers and ask one of the florists if they go well together.'' You tried to show Foggy your phone but he panicky turned toward you and asked you to follow him out of the way.

''I'm sure those are great but right now I need a favor. Please act like we’re dating, I see my ex over there.'' He nodded towards the entrance where a couple was browsing the potted plants.

''The blonde one, with the cute red coat? She looks like a nice girl.''

''She is but we broke up because she was offered a job in Chicago and I wanted to stay here. And you know me, I couldn't deal with having a long distant relationship. So, please pretend to be my partner if she notices us.''

You didn't get the chance to respond before Marci was right behind you without her company excited to see Foggy again.

''Hi, I almost didn't see you there. How have you been?'' Marci greeted her ex and you couldn't help but admire her confidence. She had a way of talking and could make everyone around her stop to listen to her.

''I'm great. Still working with Matt and the business is doing fantastic. Oh, and that's my partner (Y/N) who also works with us.'' You shook her hand.

''So you are Marci. I knew Foggy's ex was a brilliant lawyer that helped him on cases and I am glad to finally meet you.''

''It's great to meet you too. I am happy that he found such a sweet person as you.'' Then the man who was with her earlier approached you.

''That's my husband Trevor. We got married five months ago and we just moved back to New York. Honey, these are Foggy and (Y/N).'' Trevor knew who Foggy was surprising you about how civil this random meeting was being. You could never imagine being that cordial with any of your exes due to the fact that you broke up because they were either immature or totally arrogant.

Marcia and Trevor had already placed their order and began to leave but not before they invited the two of you to dinner at their new house the next day. An invitation that Foggy accepted without a second thought.

''Are you out of your mind? Couldn't you lie and say we are busy or that Matt needs you for a case?'' You tried so hard to not raise your voice at him.

''I'm sorry, I didn't think this through. I can make something up to try to avoid this. Sorry, I honestly didn’t think it would bother you that much.''

''It's not bothering me. I just believe I would feel bad lying to them during the entire evening. They both seem so friendly. But it will be fine. I don't mind pretending to be your date or your partner. Now let us go see about those flowers. I picked daises that symbolize loyal love, arborvitae for unchanging friendship, and lastly for affection zinnia, and morning glory. I believe Karen deserves the best bouquet for her party.'' Foggy agreed with you and ordered the bouquet to be made and delivered to the office in the afternoon.

Later that day during your little celebration you informed Matt and Karen about your encounter earlier. They found it hilarious that you pretended to date and hoped you at least have a good time during dinner the next day.

You decided to get together before dinner to come up with a story about your relationship just in case they ask.

''We don't have to come up with a complicated story. I have been working for you for a while now and I liked you from the moment I met you. We will just say that after a while we decided to act on those feelings and hopefully, we will be together for a long time since we already see each other all the time. Simple enough?''

''Yes, I like it. I will say that I asked you out before the holidays so if you rejected me at least the office would be closed and I would only be humiliated and heartbroken at home.''

''I would never humiliate you. But, sure let's say that. I just can’t believe I let you drag me into this'' You playfully complained to him before making your way to Marci's home.

She and her husband were delighted to see the two of you, especially Foggy since he hadn't met any of Marci's other friends from when she used to live in New York.

As you predicted, you were asked about how long you are together and how your relationship started.

''I liked (Υ/Ν) since the first day we met. Matt was the one who decided on adding a new employee to our team and we were blessed with this angel. The first thing I noticed from our interview together was the approach to Matt's crazy questions. I hadn't seen anyone else answer him with such intelligence and creativity. And on top of that, we got lucky to find someone with a charming personality. I found the courage to ask (Y/N) out after working together on an extremely tough case. I can't hide that I was a little surprised that such a wonderful person agreed to date me.'' You mentioned that you were the lucky one. And indeed you always felt delighted to have met him. In addition, you hoped there was some truth to his words.

After dinner, he drove you home thanking you for everything and making small talk about work. However, you couldn't get his words out of your mind.

''Did you rehearse your little speech about how we started dating beforehand? Because it was really sweet.'' You asked him while still in his car.

''I didn't, I just honestly find you amazing.'' He couldn't bring himself to look at you right this moment.

''I find you amazing too. And I hope I could do this in a more romantic way but would you like to have dinner with me tomorrow? Just the two of us this time.''

''You mean it? Because I would love to.''

''Of course, I mean it. I will text you the details tomorrow morning after I make a reservation.'' You smiled at him and after giving him a peck on the cheek you left the car. The moment you entered your home you took notes of all the things you had to do the next day in preparation for your first real date.

#foggy nelson x reader #marvel fic #daredevil #daredevil fic #my wriring #marvel #2k follower celebration #2k wriring challenge

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nextinline-if · 1 year ago

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Congratulations on the new update. The chapter is wonderful, it was worth the wait!

I love our new Harbinger duties… some might call it boring, but hey this is fun! My MC was such a Sherlock about those farmers case 🕵️Reading about charities was painful, tho. Everyone needs help, and we can choose only one. How to decide?! 😭

Maximilian and the ambassador are interesting, I can't wait to see more of them in further chapters.

I still don't know what to do with F *sigh* I have totally mixed feelings about them, but it's good that we finally got to know their motives. Same with James, though he didn't say much about... And yet this: “You won’t fuck things up like I’ve managed to do.” Damn, James! Mysterious as always, huh?

You grin and gently tap the carriage wall. Timber opens one eye, then the other, and jumps up, letting out a high-pitched chortle.

You laugh as he runs to you and crawls up your chest to your shoulder where he places ferret kisses on your cheek.

Aaaaa, I finally got to meet my pet and I'm in love 🥰😘

LOL, I just remembered this picture I made once 😂😂😂

You smirk at James. “Yes, brother, you never should have shown fear. Now my scary little ferret will feast on your fear forevermore.”

You watch amused as a shiver runs down James’ spine. He glares at you… “Ha ha, very funny asshole.”

Timber hisses at James. Your brother’s eyes widen and he takes a step back, behind Constantine.

Really James, are you afraid of a little furry animal? I was laughing so hard at this scene. It's gold!

I liked the funeral scene, it was perfect and I'm glad my MC was able to act according to his personality (that means, quite stoically). Poor James 🥺 he takes it hard... I'm dying to know what happened when the King was killed and what James' role was in it.

I don't know if it's just me but the Queen's POV is a bit disturbing "I will burn this world if it comes to it, she vows." ._.

Ok, that's enough, because this 'ask' got long. One more thing, my MC who uses he/him is often called "Their Highness" ("Their Highness has to visit their charity while we're there"). Bug?

I had so much fun writing the court scene and there will definitely be more scenarios like that where MC has to make decisions. Hopefully, Part 2 of the chapter where you actually go to the charity will show what a difference even a bit of help can make for those who are struggling :)

I still have that Ferret picture saved to my computer. I look at submitted pictures and memes when I need a laugh. :D

Really James, are you afraid of a little furry animal? I was laughing so hard at this scene. It's gold!

I'm really relieved to hear your reaction to the pet introduction scene. I wanted them to be a bit funny without it feeling forced. I'm not good at forced humor, I'm better when I say stuff randomly so I tried to pretend I was the characters for these scenes and imagined how they would react.

I don't know if it's just me but the Queen's POV is a bit disturbing "I will burn this world if it comes to it, she vows." ._.

HAHA no comment

One more thing, my MC who uses he/him is often called "Their Highness" ("Their Highness has to visit their charity while we're there"). Bug?

Yes, it was a bug! I FINALLY figured out the fix and it shouldn't be an issue anymore :) Sorry about that.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts! Putting an update out is so nerve-wracking because you really don't know what people will think. Obviously, you can't please everyone, which is fine, but it's nice to hear feedback and thoughts. As an author, I always wonder what someone's reaction would be as they read a certain scene or if they picked up on small things that aren't obvious. This was a treat to read. Thank you, thank you!!

-Vi

#ch2 spoilers #scheduled #duch-mirach #chapter 2

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ur-friendly-nbhd-cardassian · 3 months ago

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It's funny. I thought all it took was finding the right group, people who are like me, to fit in and feel at home. Turns out, there isn't one. Too exhausted to mask for the normies, too specific to be understood by everyone else. There's nowhere for me to not feel alone. The 'alone' is in my head. It will never leave as long as I'm weird like I am, as long as I still need someone else's approval to be, to exist the way I do. It's easier to pretend I'm fine with being alone and that I don't need anyone. Surrounded by narcs and other lovelies who only want to twist me to their image, there's really no other choice. Thought it could be different online, in just the right group of people, but alas, whenever I think I found one, there's always someone who can't swallow the real me. Some of me, maybe, but never all of me. The only friend who understands this to their core lives on the other side of the planet.

Now imagine being this pathetic and filled with beautiful images of what you want from life.......... Nope. Never gonna happen, babe. Keep dreamin'.

So I write.

I wonder if other people feel like this, even if they're different from me and we can never vibe. Does anyone else feel like such a total alien? Or is it just me...

Please, let me go home.

#fuck this life #dear diary #probably not autistic #but i can't be sure no one bothered to have a look #but i'm alien even to autistic people so....#too much of a normie actually it seems (at least the mask fused to my face is)#fuck this

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 11 months ago

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AU - No Band Masterlist

Appetites (ao3) - ashton_cuddles94 luke/ashton M, 3k

Summary: Luke had always been skinny, and always had what he thought was a normal appetite.

Ashton loved Luke, but didn’t realise how much the blonde boy ate, until he started piling on the pounds.

burnt eggs & broken promises (ao3) - kingscrossinseptember luke/ashton, background michael/harry G, 4k

Summary: Ashton's always found his roommate, Luke, nothing but aggravating, but when they make a deal where Ashton has to pretend to be Luke's boyfriend for a night, his opinion starts to shift slightly...

‘Cause I don’t know where it’s goin’ (there’s a part of me that loves not knowin’) (ao3) - Calumthoodshands (tndart) luke/calum G, 3k

Summary: All Luke wants is for his plane to take off and him with it to go home for Christmas — but the snow has other plans for him, and a day destined to be terrible gets lightened up from a rather unexpected place.

craving something sweeter (ao3) - toddamyanderson luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: “Y’know, it was either the plushies, or the cute guy sitting on his roof drinking lemonade. Surprisingly enough, you won.” Calum’s voice is quiet, but Luke can still hear the coy smile in his voice. Hear, because Luke is still looking down at the fairy floss, trying to hide his pleased grin.

“Damn.” Luke tames his wild grin into a more reasonable smile so he can face Calum. “I feel like the plushies deserve more credit."

go for miles (ao3) - strxngersagain luke/calum, michael/ashton G, 11k

Summary: When Calum had bought tickets to Glastonbury Festival with his ex nearly a full year ago, he never imagined he would have ended up going alone. The very messy breakup of a nearly-three-year relationship pushed any and all thoughts of future-plans to the back of his mind. He had almost entirely forgotten about the tickets tucked into an envelope, if he was being honest with himself. It wasn’t until an email dropped into his inbox with the subject: 'We can’t wait to see you!', reminding him that oh shit, they had bought tickets together and oh shit, that’s in like two weeks.

He spent the better part of the afternoon sitting on the living room floor trying to figure out what to do with his ticket. It was too late for him to transfer it to someone else, he couldn’t sell it because it had his name printed on it, and he didn’t really want to lose out on the £300 he spent on the damn thing by just not going. So, he decided then and there that he would go alone. Ex-boyfriend be damned, he’d have a great time even if he was by himself.

he was sunshine (i was midnight rain) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 5k

Summary: Luke and Ashton are roommates, which sounds perfectly fine, but Ashton is the biggest grump according to Luke. At least, only during the Christmas holidays. Luke makes it his mission to get Ashton to like Christmas by the end of the month.

i'm better than him (just saying) - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) michael/luke T, 3k

Summary: Luke's boyfriend is a total loser, and all of his friends keep telling him. Especially Michael, who's been in love with Luke for as long as he can remember. Michael's always there for Luke whenever his boyfriend treats him like garbage. But after a disastrous date, everything goes downhill, and Luke realizes that maybe Michael has been right this whole time.

i wanna hold your hand while we’re growing up (ao3) - nothingliketherain (39_killer_queen) michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 12k

Summary: 5 times Michael grabbed Calum’s hand over the years + 1 time Calum grabbed Michael’s

of lovers and friends (ao3) - Calumthoodshands (tndart) luke/calum M, 28k

Summary: And at the end of the day, it’s always Calum he goes to, whether to rant or laugh or, in rare cases, to cry. Most of the time to laugh. The first week of uni, it almost feels like a honeymoon — well, only for friends.

Moving in with your best friend can have all kinds of consequences. Falling for them while they seem to get further and further away from you though, that's something Luke never saw coming, and it completely throws him off his rhythm.

Oh, You Make Me Complete (ao3) - DearDevotedDelicate luke/ashton N/R, 2k

Summary: Luke Hemmings is a solo artist who needs to find inspiration for his new project, he also needs a love life. A little-known cafe is the perfect spot for his dreams to come true.

only on thursdays (ao3) - Calumthoodshands (tndart) luke/calum T, 12k

Summary: Not even two minutes had passed, though, when a quiet, clanking sound made him look up. Calum was standing in front of him, and his hand was gently shoving a bottle of ketchup over the counter. “Oh,” Luke said, not knowing what else to say. 'Thank you, maybe?' he heard Michael in his head, and just when he opened his mouth to say exactly that, Calum spoke up. “I hate fries without ketchup, too,” he said, a bit hurried, his hair a mess from the stressful day, his apron stained from the last hours. He looked offensively good. “Oh,” Luke said again.

or; four times Luke and Calum mess up a simple conversation and one time they get it right.

Partner Steps (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) michael/ashton T, 18k

Summary: "I figured we wouldn't even touch the song today, not from a dance standpoint," Michael says. "I think it'd be more useful to use today to take stock of how you move and what sorts of things come most naturally to you so I can choreograph to your strengths and know moves or techniques will take more time to implement. Basically, I want to put you through your paces so we're better prepared going forward, teach some basics, maybe do a few short combos so I can see how quickly you pick up on things and how you learn best. Sound good?"

"Yeah, sure," Ashton says. "You're the expert here."

Michael shrugs one shoulder up.

"Yeah, but it's your project. It's your song and music video. I want to be sure you're going to be happy with this process."

Or: Ashton Irwin wants to release his second album. He hires Michael Clifford to choreograph the video for the lead single.

Potato Salad (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine michael/ashton, luke/calum T, 21k

Summary: “Can I have that?” asks the stranger.

Michael hums in his throat, confused. He looks at the stranger, but the stranger isn’t looking at him. His gaze is locked on the potato salad spilled out on the sidewalk. There is a pink flush to his cheeks, but it is different this time. It isn’t modesty. It’s embarrassment.

“If you’re just going to throw it away, can I have it instead?”

(In which Ashton is a homeless stranger who is starving, and Michael has a kitchen full of food.)

sail along, let your path unfold (ao3) - deserteyes, TheseEmptySoundsAndEndlessStories luke/calum T, 6k

Summary: His heart's beating frantically with nerves. He doesn't know why; it's not like he's going to propose or anything. Just say "Hey, my name's Luke, I'm your new neighbor, nice to meet you" or something like that. Easy. He's got this, one hundred percent.

Luke gets a new neighbor.

something real (ao3) - jbhmalum calum/ashton M, 22k

Summary: The first time Calum Hood shows up on his doorstep, it’s the last thing Ashton expects. He’s as unprepared for it as he would be for a snowstorm in the middle of the summer. That’s what Calum is to him that night. A storm coming to disturb his peaceful life, filling him with adrenaline and a bit of fear at the uncertainty of what could happen.

tongue tied by words (ao3) - strxngersagain luke/calum G, 4k

Summary: “Are you wearing my shirt?”

Luke glances down at his chest, the Led Zeppelin t-shirt he found in Calum’s room hangs from his shoulders. “I thought this was yours?” He says, glancing at Calum. “So did I.” Calum shrugs, his fingers still lingering on Luke’s thigh, eyes on the TV. “Bro,” Ashton groans. “I already have to deal with you stealing my shit.” He points at Calum, whose eyes still don’t leave the TV. “But now you too?!”

5 times luke stole calum's clothes, and 1 time calum stole luke's

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos fanfic #masterlists #au #no band #no band masterlist

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linawritestwst · 3 years ago

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heartslabyul dorm members react to your love confession! (gn!reader)

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yay, my first imagine post! :D sorry, i wanted to post it yesterday, but i'm a little sick right now, so.. yeah.. (this is your reminder to take care of yourself! don't forget to take your meds if you have to and ~ｓｔａｙｈｙｄｒａｔｅｄ~)

also i know that this is not the most original idea, but i didn't want to make my first imagine too detailed or something like that. also i chose heartslabyul because this is my favorite dorm and also they are the first dorm that we meet so i thought that it's a good choice :>

riddle rosehearts.

"i know that this is a bit sudden, but.. i need to tell you something. i know that we've met not so long ago, but you became a very important person to me, riddle. you probably didn't even notice it, but i was falling for you all this time. i'll understand if you don't return my feelings, but i still want you to know: i love you, riddle, with all my heart!"

♡ .. yeah, he didn't expect that. riddle is smart, he's very smart, but he's kinda oblivious when it comes to love and romance. so yes, he actually had no idea that you had a crush on him. but when he hears your confession, everything starts making sense to him: you spending more and more time with him, you being kind to him, you supporting him and helping him become a better person.. but he always thought that he was only a friend to you or you're just a naturally kind person.

♡ but he actually secretly hoped that he's not just a friend to you. your kindness and your support made him fall in love with you. you gave riddle everything that he wanted and needed. he tried to hide his feelings because he couldn't forget about his dorm leader responsibilities, he couldn't let himself get distracted.. and it was kind of embarrassing to admit that riddle rosehearts himself fell in love with someone. if someone like cater or ace finds out, oh boy, the teasing will never stop.

♡ when he hears your words, he tries to stay calm, but he's not really good at it. he starts blushing and it's very easy to notice how red his cheeks are. you think he looks adorable like that and can't help but giggle. "so.. this means that you return my feelings?" you ask. of course, you're not making fun of him or something like that, but you just can't control yourself, come on, riddle rosehearts is blushing and stuttering after he learns about your feelings! it's too cute!

♡ riddle quickly clears his throat and tries to pretend that everything is okay and that he's totally fine. he can't let you see him like that! his cheeks are still red, but he can talk properly now. "well, i certainly did not expect that you called me here to tell me.. this." he avoids eye contact at first but then he sees your smile and he starts to feel better. once again, you're here to support him. "to be honest, the feeling is mutual. you've also become very precious to me and i feel like my life has completely changed after meeting you. and it changed for the better."

♡ he feels a little awkward after saying that and he doesn't know what to do now, he has, like, zero experience with romance! but you're here to help him! you smile and ask if it's okay to hug him. you don't have to go for the kiss right now, just a simple hug would be nice! you don't want to overwhelm him, it's his first relationship (and maybe yours too!), you can take it slow. and riddle is so glad that you understand him. you two hug and riddle feels safe in your arms.

(also other dorm members may or may not have been spying on you two)

ace trappola.

"okay, please take this seriously, ace. i know, that you probably won't believe me, but.. i love you. and not only as a friend. i love you in a romantic way. like, in a "i want to go on cute dates with you and kiss you" way. i love you, i really do!"

♡ when ace hears this, he at first thinks that this is just a prank. after all, you're just as mischievous and fun-loving as him, he sees right through you! so he goes: "haha, this is a good one! you've almost got me!" but then you go silent. and he doesn't understand why. "hey, come on, say something! you weren't serious, i know that!" you don't say a word. "you.. you weren't serious, were you?"

♡ the only thought in ace's head right now is "oh. OH" he gets it. he gets it now.

♡ but he still can't believe that you.. well, love him. what did you see in him? no, of course, he knows that he's cool, he's VERY cool, but he didn't think that you would like him in that way. (especially after that one story about him ghosting his ex. that was not cool)

♡ and so he quietly asks: "wait, are you serious? you.. you love me?" you smile and nod. you? loving ace? it's more likely than he thinks!

♡ he quickly tries to hide the fact that he didn't expect it and that he's shocked. "oh yeah, i TOTALLY knew that! i should've seen it coming, you always acted like you're madly in love with me. like, you literally couldn't leave me alone even for a moment!" (this is a lie. it was ace that couldn't leave you alone for a moment) ace laughs, but you just continue to stare at him and wait for his real answer. you want to know how he actually feels about you.

♡ and ace understands that you want to know if he returns your feelings or not. the truth is.. he does. he definitely does. once again, it was HIM who couldn't leave you alone and who was by your side all the time. and even though ace tries to act so confident, he actually couldn't find the courage to confess to you. he's even kinda embarrassed now, he wanted to be the one to confess, he had plans and you just.. confess to him so casually? you ruined his plans!! >:( (but of course, he's not actually mad at you)

♡ and there he goes. "oh well, i think you know the answer already." he admits that he also acted like a lovestruck idiot even though he tried to hide it (but he wasn't that good at it). so you better be proud of it! ace fell in love with you, what a win! you both laugh, remembering how you both tried to get each other's attention and just how many times you two almost confessed your feelings just because you were too happy spending time together.

deuce spade.

"um, how should i put this.. i think i like you, deuce. you probably don't even know this, even though you should, but you're just.. really kind and sweet and i genuinely like talking to you and spending time with you. at first i thought of you as a really good friend but i think that this feeling is a little bit different now. my feelings are more powerful now and i think you're not just a friend to me anymore. you're more than that. oh, it's okay if you don't feel the same way! i don't want to put too much pressure on you! if you need time to think about it, i'll wait!"

♡ what. what did you just say?

♡ you?? like him?? in a romantic way?? YOU WANT HIM TO BE YOUR BOYFRIEND?? AND YOU REALLY MEAN IT??

♡ someone please help this poor boi.. and the thing is that he actually feels the same way!! so he's very glad that you love him too, it makes him so happy!!

♡ but how is he supposed to react? okay, he'll accept your confession and he will look cool while doing it. this is his chance, he can't just continue to stand and stare at you while thinking about his next move! he can do it! "..uh.. i.. uh.. you.. you like.." okay, he can't do it. he's too emotional, he can't believe that you actually love him! you find that he looks very cute, but you gotta help him! if you don't say anything, he will probably just stand like this forever. "yes, i really do like you!" you say.

♡ this actually calms him down a little bit. after hearing your words, he manages to smile and say "i see.. i like you too!" he can't help but laugh, honestly, your confession was so sudden, his mind really went blank. but if ace goes "i planned to confess to you first!! >:o", deuce is actually grateful to you. if it wasn't for you, he would probably never even tell you about his feelings. but he would understand if you didn't feel the same way, after all, how could you like someone like him? especially considering his past and all that..

♡ you two are just really happy, you can finally be honest with each other and you both feel the same!! but then deuce realizes something. "wait. does that mean that we're.. dating now?" "well, we're basically a couple now, so yeah!! :D" you answer. great, deuce.exe stops working once again. so he just learned that his crush returns his feelings and NOW THEY'RE DATING?? that's.. that's a lot. but you two can definitely figure everything out together.

cater diamond.

"cater, please, listen to me. this is really important. so, uh.. how do i say this? i know that we're very good friends and i cherish our friendship and i don't want to ruin it. but i think i like you not only as a friend. i like you in THAT way, you know what i mean?"

♡ well that was unexpected (like for all dorm members except ONE but we'll talk about him later). you two were just talking about stuff but cater noticed that you looked weirdly anxious today. but now that he's thinking about it, you actually started acting kinda weird lately and not just today. every time cater came to talk to you, you started to blush very noticeably and sweat and stutter and you tried to finish the conversation as soon as possible.

♡ and it wasn't so surprising to cater. he knows that not all people can keep up with him, considering his personality. so it's okay if you need a little break from him!.. well, he hoped that that break won't be too long. honestly, cater started thinking that you actually hate him but you're just too polite and kind to tell him. and that's understandable, cater thinks that he's not the best person either. you definitely deserve someone better, both as a friend and a boyfriend. so he tried to forget about his feelings for you and admit that you will never love him the same way he loves you.

♡ but now he learns that your reason for acting like that is completely opposite, you don't hate him, you LOVE him! and that's.. somehow even worse. you say that you love him, but do you love the real him or just the person that he appears to be? cater thinks that it's the latter. after all, you don't even know the real him and you're most likely gonna hate him after you learn the truth. it was stupid of him to want you to love him but not even show you his real personality and then feel angry when he realizes that you love only his fake, cute, talkative and optimistic version.

♡ and then you say that yeah, you don't know real cater that well. but you want to know him. and you already want to give him all the love that he deserves and even more. you accept cater for who he is and you will give him all the time that he needs to make a decision.

♡ cater can't understand you at all. how can you say things like that and be so confident about it? you even admitted that you don't know anything about cater's real personality but you're sure that you're gonna love him? you're weird. but at this moment cater remembers why he fell in love with you. you're definitely weird but you're also kind and understanding. and when you say that you're gonna accept him no matter what.. he actually believes you.

♡ "guess what? i also really, really love you!" he returns your feelings while still acting like his not so real personality, but his feelings for you are real. and he truly loves you.

trey clover.

"um, so, i called you here to tell you something important. i'll understand if you don't feel the same way, but i still want you to know this because otherwise i'll just continue bottling up my feelings and i don't want to do that. i'm not like other nrc students. okay, all jokes aside.. i think i love you, trey. no, i don't just think so, i'm totally in love with you! you're so caring and nice and just.. yeah, i love you."

♡ trey actually did suspect that he's not just a friend to you. he noticed how you act around him and other students and it was very easy to see the differences. he preferred to think that you just really like him as a friend because the thought of you having a crush on him.. well, he started getting nervous once thoughts like that crossed his mind.

♡ and yes, he felt the same! he also loves you! but he's not sure what he should do about it. he never told you about his feelings because 1) he didn't want to ruin your friendship and 2) what if he just hoped that you like him and you actually didn't? that would be really awkward and also painful. but he heard other students saying things like "hey, y/n seems to like you a lot, huh?" (and by other students i mean cater. ace and deuce also started to notice that but. it was mostly cater) and that only gave him even more hope. he just replied with "come on guys, we're just really good friends" but he really wanted other students' words to be true.

♡ and guess what, they were right all along! and trey's suspicions turned out to be true. you actually do love him! and you even confessed to him before he could confess to you. wow, he sure is slow, isn't he? he tells you that he's really proud of you for making the first step and that you're brave for confessing first. but what is he supposed to say now? you ask if he thinks that you're not being serious about it but he assures you that he can see that you genuinely love him and that you wanted to tell him about your feelings for a long time.

♡ well, how is he supposed to say something other than "i love you too"? if he says that he doesn't, it would be a lie. he just wasn't sure if this really is happening and you truly want to date him and this is not just a "5 minutes crush". he should've trusted himself more, he had a feeling that you also like him but it was hard for him to believe it. and finally, he says it. "i love you too, y/n."

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #riddle rosehearts x reader #ace trappola x reader #deuce spade x reader #cater diamond x reader #trey clover x reader

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f0xesand0wls · 3 years ago

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the amazing devil lyrics that make me absolutely insane

give me back my heart you wingless thing

'cause if we join out hands in prayer enough to god i imagine it all starts to sound like applause

and what you see is not the dark it's just the gods upturning inkpots

i can't do this (you can) i can't do this (you can) i can't do this (you can) i can't do this you don't understand

and i can smell the smoke of hell in every stitch and seam

and i promise to be patient and you promise to be kind

are you god or devil

but we'll burn a hundred theaters if it means we get the wallpaper right

'cause though my jokes are my armor and my kindness is my sword

but like rubbing wine stains into rugs, it's my curse to try and make it right, but by trying make it worse

it's what's engraved upon my heart in letters deeply worn

i'll stay because i will be the man my father never was

with you, i could summon the gods and the stars

you angel heart you monster

so hold me, lover, like you used to

those songs we sung, those words we flung for fear of sound

grow young each time that thunder in your lungs begins to rumble at the world

you're brave because they broke you yet broken still you breathe

'cause i'm between that just one more and drank too much again

i said i'm fine it's just a sitting down in the shower day

your eyes aren't rivers there to weep but a place for crows to rest their feet

shoulder the sky

all your mother's weaves and your father's threads let me rob them of your now 'cause i'll darn you back together

i'm the captain of courage you've eternally lacked i'm the jesus of wishing to christ he'll come back

love does not exist here

in the back of a cab, like two puppets with no strings

this here is not makeup, it's a porcelain tomb and this here is not singing, i'm just screaming in tune

you try so loud to love me i cannot seem to hear

write me well my love, write me weird write me willing, write me well

after summers of fasting, i feel hunger at last for the person 15-year-old me would be proud to have known

we built our castles just to watch them wash away

sometimes i fall to pieces just to see what bits of me don't fit

'cause darling i was born to press my head between your shoulder blades at night when light is fading

welcome to my table, bring your hunger

i'm lost i'm found in you

i should go home i'm not lonely i just like being on my own

our devils broke rank, and out of the depths came an army

'cause life begins by leaving and our love is shown in the letting go

but if you ask me for my fire just watch me (just watch me) just watch me burn

in the wreck of all we burnt stands our piano like a wound

and when that fox howls i'll howl with it in it's cries i'll find an end

you do not get to hurt me just because i asked you once if you were alright

and in a moment of total rapture and with every strength i have i ask if you play D&D and your face lights up like you've woken up from this endless fucking nightmare of pretending this is you

and to those gods i will speak bluntly we've an accord if you ever touch or harm him please rest assured that you might not fear a man but to a woman by the end you'll kneel and plea

the mutterings of all your fears, the fluttering of all your wings

and that voice unspoken's heard 'cause if god made us all in his image then god's a fucking nerd

as i make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right

#the amazing devil #personal #text

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always-andromeda · 2 years ago

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xiii. sound of a love song | Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Joby Taylor x fem!Reader

Word Count | 5,476

Summary | Ready to give him a piece of your mind, you and Joby make a lot of startling revelations.

Author’s Note | buckle yourselves up, friends. that's all I gotta say about this one. also gonna be ghosting for a few hours after posting this! maybe send me asks on what y'all think of the chapter for me to read afterwards? (don't make me beg......pretty please)

Warnings | bits of fluff, smut (MDNI), and fighting (the best combination lmao), unprotected sex, overstimulation, nothing else I can think of!

You slammed the hotel room door behind you and kept your hand on the knob. Though you weren't looking, you heard the squeak of springs as Joby plunked down on the bed.

For every aggravating thing he'd done in the time you'd known him, it was almost comical that it was that little sound that set off the time bomb in your head. Your ears perked up as you listened to him unzip the sides of his boots, sliding them off and setting them to the side. Then you could feel his stare hitting your back, practically burning a hole in his jacket.

Somehow, through the anger, you hadn't thought to take it off; hadn't even imagined the moment where you'd have to shed this second skin and lose another layer of his comfort.

"I assume you have something to say." Joby finally states blankly. You can already hear the indifference. And it makes you furious. Just that morning it was all about ‘we’. He was begging for a morning kiss. Reaching for you in bed like he was going to actually hold you in the light of day. That tiny, unfathomable ‘we’ tied you to him in a way that made so much sense, yet, it drove you absolutely insane.

“What...the fuck...was that?” Your demand was frank, wrought with the control you needed over the situation.

You thought back to that night in your apartment. From the beginning, he had made his intentions crystal clear. If anything, you were the fool for sticking around so long, believing he could resign to anything close to friendship. For a few, silly, split seconds, you thought he could.

“What was what?” He scoffed.

Right then you whipped around and snapped at him, “Don’t you play dumb with me, Joby Taylor. What the fuck was that all about?”

“You mean me playing your song?”

Your flushed face screwed up, “What else could I possibly be angry about?”

“I don’t know. I thought you’d be pretty fucking happy about it.” He mumbled, glaring at you from beneath half lidded eyes.

“Why would I be happy with you stealing and performing a silly old song I wrote when I was teenager?”

“First of all, it wasn't silly.” He said matter of factly. “Second, I thought it would show you that someone has their fucking eyes open.”

“So you show me that by embarrassing me with that song?” Your hands expressed your skeptical confusion. How could he be so selfish? So willfully ignorant of his actions?

He waved the grievance away and grimaced, “Fine, forget about the old song. I’ll just go fuck myself, I guess, and you can go back to living in la la land pretending that everything is totally fine and totally normal and that I didn’t put my entire heart out on my sleeve there.” He cracked an obviously annoyed smile at the end.

His entitlement was becoming more and more infuriating. As much as you didn't want to yell, you couldn't help the harsh words that were brewing in your chest.

You exploded, “I am so sick of this self righteous bullshit! Ever since you met me, Joby, you’ve been falling for this completely idealized version of me. You think I’m a troubled girl who can save you from yourself. Fucking, news flash, I’m not your fantasy. I'm just someone who was stupid enough to tolerate your bullshit.”

He stood, a bitter snicker already growing on his face, “You’re right, I have been falling for an idealized version of you. Because in reality, you don’t believe in yourself enough to just leave all of the bullshit behind.”

"Excuse me?”

“You heard me. The woman I wrote about and romanticized would know that she doesn’t need that fucking douchebag to do everything she wants to. That version of knows that she’s the coolest fucking person around and isn’t afraid of anyone knowing it.”

Before you could make it stop, your eyes were glossing over. The woman I wrote about. From anyone else, it might've made your heart flutter. But from Joby Taylor...the man who wrote bland song after bland song about sex and substances just to fuel his ego...it came like an insult. You'd never heard a Snake Trouble song that had been sentimental or heartfelt. Every line was about some new girl, drug, or party that seemed to ornament his life.

The idea that you were just another decoration to him...another line in a song that he'd get sick of playing...it was enough to send you over the edge.

Breathing hard, you said, “You...asshole. So you were writing about me?”

“Yeah? And?" He narrowed his eyes at you, his mouth hung open in that cocky way as he said, "As if you weren’t writing about me either.”

It's been long enough that you know not to play into his game. You shouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you get nervous. It would only make him plunge his heels further in the mud.

“I’ve never written a thing about you.” You defended yourself. But not even you could believe your quivering voice and aching throat as you swallowed back a sob.

Joby laughed then. And that's what made your facade falter completely.

He countered, “Oh, fucking come on. Hiding behind a cigarette screen, dancing as I fall asleep? A bottle of rouge makes me wanna know you? Wasting a night, but I have your brown eyes?" Joby recited the lines from your notebook in broken pieces, but you got the gyst of them. "You’re telling me that none of that was about me? About us? Because the last time I checked, your boyfriend doesn’t smoke cigarettes and drink wine with you. And isn’t he a blue eyed motherfucker? I don’t fuckin' remember. But I’m sure we both know who definitely has brown fuckin' eyes.”

He's right. The proof stares into yours. A lot deeper than you'd like them to.

You can't even begin to scrap together the little shreds of anger and betrayal that his words tear into you. Besides, anger wouldn't stop him. Anger would only tell him that he was winning; that if he just poked and prodded a little bit more, he'd reduce you to a giant mess. All he wanted was to sweep you up and dump you in his bed again. And his taunting brown eyes were still fucking there.

“I made it all up. Have some fucking imagination for once.”

Joby picked apart the excuse immediately, “I thought you said you write what you know? And I’d say this sounds like how we know each other. Face it, this entire fucking time you’ve been trying to convince yourself that you don’t give a shit about me." He smirks devilishly, "But you can’t stop thinking about me. You’re just too scared to admit that you actually feel something for someone. It’s too close for you, huh?”

“As if you don’t know anything about being afraid of feelings.” You asserted, voice only a little wobbly. Still, it doesn't escape Joby's notice.

And as much as he wants his point to hit home, something drags him back.

You're going too far. You're only going to make this fall apart.

He visualizes the vines shriveling away and dying on the trellis. All the ripe fruit, waiting to be picked, spontaneously turning to dust. After everything you'd both done...it wouldn't have been fair. To hurt you like he had after that first night…after he promised he wouldn’t do it again? He was sure he’d done many little things that made you angry with him. But this was new. He could choose himself or he can choose you. And by now, he knew which one he’d choose any day.

Joby’s hand reached for yours and you limply let him take it. He dipped his head, shifting so you'd meet his gaze again. You're far too set on the drywall behind him.

Voice softening, he tried again, “You scared the shit out of me. So, yeah, I was an asshole about it sometimes. But here I fucking am, baby. Because I couldn’t deal with it if I spent all of this time being so fucking obsessed with you just for you to say that you’re too afraid to do anything about it.”

“I’m not—" your voice broke before you looked at him, lips pulled into a thin line. "I’m not afraid of anything.”

“Then why does the idea of me writing about you bother you so much? Why are you so angry about what happened last night? Have you never had someone be honest about everything? Is that it? You just think everyone is lying to you when they say they love you. Because it doesn't sound like him when they say it, huh?"

You couldn't think about William. The anxiety was already getting to be too much even without you thinking of how furious he'd be with you.

“Why do you even care about me? You said it when we first met: I’m a shitty cover artist. I’ll never get anywhere. And if you keep telling yourself that I’m someone special, you’re gonna end up in the same place.” You hated hearing the admission spilling from your lips. So many of those words could've easily come from William himself.

“I don’t care about any of that shit. I write about you because you’re fucking fantastic and you deserve to have hundreds of thousands of songs written about you. You deserve fucking church choirs and orchestras and encores and every single fucking crowd cheering for you. Because you’re the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."

“Joby, just go.”

He pressed on, firmer than before, “No, I’m not gonna walk away just so you can tell yourself that it was always going to turn out that way. I want you to look into my eyes and tell me that you don’t fucking want me. Then I’ll walk right out that door. I’ll burn every line I’ve ever written about you. I won’t see you. I won’t sing about you. I won’t even think about you." He was close enough that he brought your hand to his chest. Part of you says it's another ploy. Just so you can sink into the heat of his body once again. Even larger than that reach in logic, you realized you could feel his frantic heartbeat. "But if any of that sounds devastating to you too…all you have to do is say it. Whatever you want from me, it’s yours. It’s all been yours the whole time.”

“Joby…I want—" You split in half as soon as you finally gazed into glossy brown eyes again. “Fuck—” You buried your head in your hands and let every mask slip away as tears spilled down your cheeks.

“I want all of it. I want the fucking church choirs and the orchestra and whatever else you can give. I want you to write songs about me until you can’t think of a single thing you could say anymore. And you’re right, I am afraid. I’m afraid because if this falls apart, then I’m fucked. I can’t go from having something this bright...and...intense...to nothing again. I can't do it."

“I won’t let that happen.” He dared to bring you even further into his arms until you stiffened and pulled back.

You maintained his intense eye contact and you spoke clearly, almost issuing a warning, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“What makes you think I can’t keep that promise?”

“Because I know you. Fine—you’ve changed—but at the end of the day, I can’t be another Claire to you.”

Joby was rendered speechless, looking down at his boots and feeling that knife slide a centimeter deeper into his skin. It pinched right next to the outward curve of his spine, barely grazing his heart once more.

“Is that really what you think I’d do to you?”

He became minuscule. Something close to vulnerable.

“Joby, it’s what I know you’d do.”

For once…he got it. Could finally grip the knife and strain it against the grain of his hardened flesh, ripping it free from its tight confinement between his bones. He could deal with the wound later; he's set on getting a good look at the shiny blade, covered in the ruby red waters of his fears, hopes, and regrets. Every single one of his emotional hang ups chipped into the blade, only making it duller; deadlier.

If he had been a weaker man, you could've killed him. And he would've let you. But he wasn't weak, wasn't resigned to hiding away the simple truth behind speeches and songs anymore. If he really tried his best, he could boil the stew of emotions down to its bare bones.

He whispered, “I can't lose this. I can't lose you.”

“I don’t want to lose you either." You sniffed, "But I don’t want to lose myself. Not again.”

“I know you won’t believe me, but this entire thing is so much different than when I was with Claire. It's why I didn't recognize it. All of this is just as new to me as it is to you.”

“Oh really?” A small, cynical smile peeked through your cracked lips.

Joby figured he'd indulge your satisfaction a little, “Yeah. And it’s fucking overwhelming. Because one second you think you’ve seen it all but then all of the sudden, these other things come in. A-a-and you’ve never seen them before. You want to run away but you don’t want to stay the same." He had to pause to figure out how to end his explanation. Fuck, he'd never been good at these things on the fly. He stammered, "Because w-what if that new thing…is better than you ever could’ve imagined?”

“Joby, don’t dig yourself a deeper hole…” As much as you wanted to hear his sweet words, they already rattled around your head like empty promises.

“Please, just let me finish.” He was silent and thought for a little longer. “You said it was all too intense. And, you know what? I agree. So why can’t we start small? W-w-we can drop…all this…pressure…of being muses for each other and just be with each other. We’ll explore everything, a little bit at a time. And if you ever decide that you don’t want me anymore, I’m gone. And you won’t have to worry about me ever again.” He guided your hand to his cheek.

You rubbed your thumb over the angle of his cheekbone; memorized the way the grooves of your fingertips ran so smoothly over his pale skin. From this angle, he was all soft curves and alcoves you could bury your mouth into. He was tangled wires and chaos and the taste of sweat and leather and cheap soap that made you cringe only a little. Because it was still him. And for now...that was good enough.

“You promise you won’t get sick of me too quickly?” You ventured carefully.

“I promise." He furrowed his brow, chuckled a bit, "To be fair, you’d have to really be trying for me to get sick of you, though.”

You sniffed and returned the modest laugh through your raw throat, “So what would I have to do exactly? Go into as specific of detail as you possibly can.”

“Are you already trying to get rid of me?” He eyed you suspiciously.

“I’m testing you.”

“Then bring it on.”

There was a beat of silence filled with his fond gaze and your bated breath before you burst the bubble, “This doesn’t absolutely terrify you?”

“Nope. Not even a bit."

You shook your head, "Oh, at least you're humble about it."

“Every fucked up choice I’ve made before…I never thought about them. I’m not the most…thoughtful guy. If you couldn’t tell.”

With the roll of your eyes, Joby knew the mood didn't call for him to continue the pitiful joke.

He started again, “But, I just— I want to try.”

Your lips were buttoned closed.

“I’m sorry for playing your song.” He tried a dreaded apology.

Your expression stayed blank and you replied, “Okay.”

“Why does it…bother you?”

You hand dropped to his shoulder and circled the leather there, "It reminds me of how little I actually knew. I had never fallen in love but I thought I knew what it felt like. I thought that one day I'd just find a person who would fill in every single crack.”

"And instead you got me."

You fiddled with the zipper at the edge of his jacket and sighed. "I'm starting to think that's not so bad, though. It’s gonna be a hell of a mess to figure out, though.”

Joby sighed, "What we are right now...doesn't matter. I just want to make something work. I can’t even begin to understand it...but I want to.”

Painfully and slowly, you tugged him down to your level by the collar of his leather jacket. He followed willingly. Lips inches from his own, your breathing was unfettered. Still, he waited for you to set the tempo.

"Then we can help each other figure it out."

You kissed him, softer than any of the previous ones but it sets his belly aflame just as much as ever.

"I fucking love you." He mumbled into the corner of your mouth.

You withdrew, just enough for a puff of hot air to leave you and hit his parted lips. He kept his eyes closed, assuming you were glaring at him.

"Too much?"

"I don't know." you whispered, "But, like I said, we'll figure it out." You still idled, processing the words. Like you were deciding on whether or not you should spoil him any more.

Joby doesn't feel the sting of rejection. Moreso, it's the gleam of opportunity that makes him grab you by the chin and drag you back to his hungry lips; he laid you back on the bed and hovered over you. It's the searing truth that he'd been waiting to have you all to himself for far too long. Now that you're both unattached...what else was there to do but entwine himself with you?

You returned the kiss with a new fervor, one that spoke to the confidence he'd imbibed you with. He makes you feel electric all over again as his arms engulf your frame. His nose prods your cheek as he gets deeper, mixing his tongue into the production. The second his hand drifted up your side, you were a goner.

"You said you'd give me anything." You breathed against his lips.

Just getting to work, he was quiet; dumbstruck and trailing open mouth pecks down your chin to your neck. The zipper of his jacket was pulled down just far enough on your chest that he spotted the offending marks painting your skin. Dragging his tongue along them, he suckled once more, knowing he was only making an even bigger mess of you.

"Anything and everything, princess." he repeated in a husky whisper that vibrated off the column of your throat.

"Then I want you. I'll keep choosing you. Over and over again." You said. He hummed deviously into the spot between your shoulder and your neck. His breath was already hot and needy. Your fingers flew to his hair as he tended to your battered flesh; his handiwork.

You groaned softly but choked midway through. The sound morphed into a strangled gurgle as he cupped one of your tits and gave it a squeeze in his large palm. If he really wanted, he could work all of your knots out just like this. But the more he indulged in his frenzied kissing, the more you wanted all of him.

“Please…” you whined, pulling at the hem of his shirt that was now balled in your fist, begging him to shed the layers separating you from feeling his familiar flushed skin.

Joby chuckled softly, “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He shot you that smug, squinty eyed smirk again that made you groan in annoyance as you undressed his top half.

The years of smoking, drinking, and suffering over his music made him pale and lanky. Joby had never felt more naked with your all too forgiving eyes roaming over his bare chest, like you could somehow absolve him of that pesky old past of his.

In this way, he's a virgin. Completely untouched by the hands of someone who needed him in more ways than the physical.

He swore he could see tears gathering in your lash line when you murmured, “I want to see you. All of you.”

Cautiously, you took his shoulders and urged him to turn so his back was to you. Of course, he did what you wanted him to. Joby sat at the edge of the bed, head hung and shoulders slumped as he waited to feel what you were planning for him.

Blinking rapidly and chest heaving, he couldn't identify the cocktail of emotions that were swirling around in his head. He could pick out flecks of lust and a good amount of excitement. But the aftertaste? It's all bittersweet vulnerability; enough to make him wince when you finally touched him.

It was light. Barely there as you traced the outlines of the tattoos on his back. You began with the angel wings. Followed the curves of each detailed feather. It looked a bit newer, the ink contrasting heavily against his almost anemic skin. Despite the fact that his shoulders hadn't seen much sun in months, there were freckles gracing the highest point of his shoulders. Right underneath the hair that falls over the back of his neck, those tiny dots litter his skin.

In large, decorative letters stretched across his shoulder blades is the word 'trouble'. You giggled, finding it quite ironic since he was becoming part of the solution for you.

"When did you get this one?" You wondered as your finger traced over the letters.

A shiver needled at the tail of his spine.

He was hard. You hadn't even touched him there but he was turned on. He didn't have the heart to stop your tender ministrations along his pale skin. But, oh boy, was he close to flipping you on your back when your lips coasted against the ridges of his shoulders. He tried not to think about those pink, plush pillows all over him; it made him dizzy. The question churned in his overwhelmed head and he struggled more than he should've for the answer.

"A few...years...ago. I-i-it was one of the first—" he inhaled sharply as your teeth grazed over the spot he thought the L would be, "It was the first one I got...after we started the band..."

He had been twenty when his friends sat around him, guzzling beers as they made fun of him, facedown and wincing as the artist worked on the massive piece. He’d gotten a few before: the pinup girl and the crest on his arms. But this one had taken a few sessions to complete. He spent a portion of their earnings from their first few shows on it. And it was entirely worth it.

It was meant to prove his dedication; he was willing to brand his flesh with the label to show that he was committed to being a star.

"What about the snake?" you continued innocently enough until your hand slithered around and ran over the large, inked serpent on the left side of his chest. You must’ve known that his heart was beating out of his chest, right? He practically felt it vibrating in his skull. His blood seemed to be pulsating with want.

He swallowed hard, keeping focus on the next question, "The snake came after...a-all the guys...w-we got snakes together...just for the band."

That had happened two albums in. The second album was an utter failure. The snakes were meant to gather their broken pieces of motivation and tie them all together again. His friends tattoos had been smaller, more hidden. Joby...he simply had to get it imprinted into his skin, directly over his heart.

"You really care about that band, don't you?"

Why were you suddenly so curious? He was ripe for the picking, itching to be plucked from the stem so he could dissolve on your tongue. Yet you took your time. Slow and deliberate with every touch, you traced his tattoos as if they were drawings in your notebook.

"Snake Trouble...it meant everything to me..." Maybe that's what had always been wrong with him; why people just couldn’t do it for him. The music didn't judge. Didn't call him a deadbeat. Didn't make him feel alone. You didn't do those things either. You called him out on his selfishness, on his attitude, on how prone he was to being an asshole. Nonetheless, you embraced him all the same. Just like the music always had.

He was perfectly in tune, just for you. Whimpering so harmoniously as your thumb rubbed over the hardened nipple underneath the tattoo. Tears threatened to spill out of his eyes as he greedily waited for more; more of your hands, your mouth, any piece of skin that could quell the way he was aching in his heart and his skinny jeans.

He breathed a sigh of relief when you came back around to his front, lifting one of your legs so you could rest comfortably, straddling his lap. However, you were nowhere near close to being done with teasing him.

Joby was far too pretty for a quick fuck. You had long since reckoned with that idea. You had to know what made him tick. What little things could you do to make his breath hitch in his lungs? To make him really squirm underneath you? You were simply working to reacquaint yourself with the dimension that you'd only gotten glimpses of. He was a song you just had to learn all the notes to. Every string of curses he let out as you eased yourself back and forth on his straining bulge was simply a new lyric to memorize. This, you concluded, was your absolute favorite love song.

He sputtered out a new line, “You’re such a bitch.”

“Yeah? Not as much of an asshole as you are, though.” You taunted him without skipping a beat.

“How am I the asshole?”

Your hand crept up his neck. Thumb rested on his chin, firmly implanted in the patch of facial hair, you skewed him closer to your face, “You sang that little song up there—”

Joby interrupted with a pitiful groan, “I told you I was sorry.”

“Let me finish. When you were singing …I wanted to march up there and kiss you.”

“Seemed like you wanted to punch me.”

You giggled. “Only a little. Mostly, I just wanted you all over me again.”

Joby couldn't take it. He was tense in every sense of the word. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, princess.”

“Isn’t that the point of this?”

“No— I mean— yes…fuck— I need to be inside you.”

You paused then, deliberating his fate. You wouldn't let him down like this, would you?

“You’ve never considered what I’d be willing to give you before, have you?”

Your sincerity could've rendered him speechless, “Huh?”

“You said you’d give me anything. What if I don't want to give you anything? What would you do then?”

“Fuck— I don’t know if I could let you go.”

“Then you’re lucky I love you so much.”

If he wasn't so sick of this game, he'd laugh. But he's far too aware of the irony of this position; the immense control you had over him.

This isn't fair. His critic wept internally.

Oh, but it is. With how much you antagonized her...you deserve worse. And he knew his conscience was right. This was the most delightful sort of torture for him. Because at least now he knew that you would keep him. At least for a little while.

“Jesus fucking Christ…you’re such a fucking bitch.”

For every biting word he uttered, you could hear the sentiment interlacing each syllable. Before you even asked it, you knew your answer. “But I’m yours, right?”

“You're all mine. Allllll mine.”

"Good, then prove it." you challenged him. As quickly as you could bite your lip, he had you pinned back to the mattress.

From that moment, there was no more teasing, no more games, no more acting. For the first time in years, Joby felt alive as he undid his belt. The action was almost muscle memory to him. None of his stumbling hands, only his mind focused entirely on what he was going to give you.

As Joby pushed his cock inside of you, he believed he could do it forever. He could never get tired of exploring this dripping passage, leading him all the way home to your heart. There weren't any clever lines he could use on you now. His head was too thoroughly fucked for him to make any sense anyway.

You were giddy, absolutely gushing with anticipation and willing to take every inch of him. He fucked you relentlessly; you expected nothing less from him. Yet it warmed your heart, hearing none of his smooth dirty talk, only his desperate grunts and groans that came with each thrust. Those were the sounds you had craved.

You dug your heels into his back and forced him deeper until you heard a consistent beat; the slapping of skin on skin. You yelped in time to it. Felt the wires in your belly rub together until the sparks were flying and singeing your skin. Your brain was severed from your body by the heat of pleasure.

Against all odds, you came first. With a beautifully high note leaving your throat, you shuddered and contracted around him as the bridge within you broke. But even after the crescendo, the beat persisted. Though you vaguely muttered for him to keep going—to keep using you—he didn't hesitate. Except he wasn’t going to use you.

Joby did little to soften his approach as he readjusted himself slightly. His hands now gripped your hips and raised your bottom half off the bed so he could keep pounding away. Your numb body shook each time and you held onto the sheets to keep yourself steady.

Your clit throbbed painfully as Joby thrusted right through the jolts of overstimulation that made tears roll down the sides of your face. This was your own encore. Your sweet little song for the road.

He reached one of his sweating, feverish hands forward and gathered a bit of the slick gathering around the base of his cock with two fingers. He used it to rub tight, fast circles around your aching bundle.

Your skin was burning up like you were sitting in hell, but his long fingers playing you expertly convinced you that you were in heaven. You heard the church choir and the orchestra and leading all of them was Joby. His fingers sent you straight into another climax. This time, you finished with a sweet little broken whine, entirely dried up from the performance.

He couldn't think far enough to do anything else until he was spurting in you, nearing the end of the composition. Even then, he wouldn't cease the lazy jerking of his hips. He had to make sure that all of his sticky spend would be lining your insides for days, never mind the tears prickling his eyes. He needed you to feel him in the morning, maybe even forever; however long you'd have him.

Because he'd do anything for you. Even if you intended to leave him the very next day, he would handle it. It would kill him. But he'd manage. He'd find some other way to heal if you'd rather he not be there. He could only hope that you were being as honest as he was with you.

The room was stiflingly hot by the time he finished. For a second, he thought that he was lucky his lungs didn't give out with how much energy he'd dedicated to composing that symphony. But it was for you. Always for you.

Though only a few words had passed through the heat of the moment, that seemed to be enough to describe the moment. It was a tangled bond that was only knotted further as he removed himself from you, yet stayed in place on your chest.

Sick and insane to healed and saved, Joby Taylor kissed the salty tears from your temple. If his throat wasn’t so ragged and raw, he could’ve cheered. Instead he held you like you were the only thing he'd ever need. And deep down inside, he was starting to believe it.

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animeomegas · 3 years ago

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Sorry, but now I'm imagining little Sasuke trying to sneak into Itachi and his alpha's shared bed and sleeping between them in order to "protect" his big bro from his alpha. And when either of them(most likely Itachi) kindly refuses him, he pulls 'but I had a nightmare' card 😂

(This is phenomenal, anon, thank you so much for sharing. I honestly am so pleased for an excuse to write more of little!Sasuke’s shenanigans with his older brother’s mate.)

Sasuke concocts many plans to try and separate his beloved brother and the evil alpha who is taking advantage of him.

And sure, none of them have worked so far, but this one is going to work for sure!

He’s going to stop that alpha from taking his brother’s innocence! Because Iruka told them all about gross stuff that couples do, and Sasuke didn’t totally get it, but he certainly isn’t going to let someone do that to his brother, no way! (You’re too late Sasuke, I’m sorry to have to tell you this…)

Hence his plan:

He’s going to get in the middle of them at night! There’s no way that won’t work!

So, he goes to talk to Itachi!

…

“Big brother,” Sasuke draws out, trying to be as cute as possible so Itachi can’t say no. “C-Can I sleep in your room tonight?”

Itachi raises a single eyebrow but turns to give Sasuke his full attention.

“Why?”

“Because… er… because Kakashi sensei says we’re going on a mission soon and I’ll miss you,” Sasuke let the pride of coming up with a plausible response smooth over the embarrassment of asking such a thing.

Itachi startles slightly, but smiles.

“We will have plenty of time to see each other in the daytime, little brother, and I will walk you to the village gate to say goodbye. Kakashi senpai is a very capable shinobi, so you shouldn’t worry too much.”

Itachi then pokes Sasuke on the forehead and leaves him scowling at the ruined fragments of his plan.

Oh well, on to plan two.

…

Sasuke’s second plan is a lot more embarrassing, so it was his second plan for a reason, but desperate times call for desperate measure.

He can handle some embarrassment if it means protecting his big brother, he’s a shinobi after all!

And so, plan two commences!

…

Steeling himself, Sasuke knocks on his brother’s bedroom door where he and his alpha are currently staying. Sasuke had gone upstairs a few hours ago and pretended to sleep, but Itachi and his alpha had only gone to bed about twenty minutes ago, so it was the perfect time!!

*knock knock*

Sasuke hears some shuffling and muffled swearing from behind the door before a vaguely irritated Itachi’s voice calls him in. Sasuke must have been just in time! Itachi sounds irritated, that stupid alpha must have upset him!

Creaking open the door, Sasuke steps in.

“Big brother,” Sasuke calls, trying to pretend to be sleepy. “Can I sleep in here tonight? I had a nightmare.”

Sasuke rubs his eyes for a moment for effect before looking up to his brother to see his reaction.

Itachi narrows his eyes at him like he knows something is going on, but Sasuke just smiles sweetly in return.

Itachi’s evil alpha clears their throat awkwardly.

“I’ll just be in the bathroom,” they say, before hobbling to the bathroom, and they’re holding a pillow in front of them for some reason. Oh well, it doesn’t matter, he managed to scare them away for now at least.

“What game are you playing, Sasuke?” Itachi’s firm voice brings Sasuke out of his musings.

“I’m not doing anything, I just had a nightmare,” Sasuke starts before noticing something was different with Itachi. “Hey, your hair is all messed up, what happened?”

Itachi’s face takes on an uncharacteristic blush.

“Nothing, it’s just… messed up from laying down, that’s all.”

“And… is that a bruise on your neck!? Did that awful person hurt you? Tell me and I’ll get cousin Shisui to help me deal with them!”

Itachi blushes even more and covers his neck with his shirt.

“No, it was just an accident, Sasuke,” he says, but Sasuke can tell he’s lying, that awful alpha probably did it to him! “What are you doing in here anyway, and tell the truth this time?”

“What?” Sasuke gasps in fake offence. “I already told you, I had a nightmare.”

“Uh huh,” Itachi says in a way that makes it obvious he doesn’t believe Sasuke and has run out of patience. “Go back to bed, Sasuke.”

At that moment, the alpha comes out of the bathroom, pillow gone now, and kneels down beside Sasuke.

“You had a nightmare, little one?”

Sasuke bristles at the tone and the condescending name.

“Yeah,” he deadpans. “You died.”

“Aww,” you coo. “That’s what made you upset?”

“No, dream me laughed so hard I hurt myself.”

“Sasuke!” Itachi reprimands from his position sitting up in bed. “That is not a kind thing to say to people. It’s past your bedtime, go to bed.”

Sasuke huffs.

“Fine, but you have to tuck me in!”

“Sasuke,” Itachi starts, exasperated.

“Yeah, Itachi,” the alpha laughs. “Go and tuck him in.”

Itachi glares at his alpha, nervously fiddling with the blankets pooled around his waist.

“Go and get into bed, Sasuke, I’ll be through in a minute.”

“No,” Sasuke objects, not wanting to leave his brother alone with that alpha anymore than necessary. “Come now.”

Itachi purses his lips, the flush returning, while his alpha giggles in the corner.

“Yeah, Itachi,” they grin. “Why not stand up and go now?”

“You’re not helping,” Itachi hisses.

The alpha laughs one more time before putting a hand on Sasuke’s shoulder and leading him out of the room, despite Sasuke’s protests.

“Go to bed and Itachi will be through in a minute.”

Just before the door closes, Sasuke sees the alpha throw a pair of pyjama trousers at Itachi. Why on earth would Itachi need two pairs of pyjama trousers? This alpha is weird and obviously bad news.

Sasuke would just have to make his case when Itachi came to tuck him in.

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lilahisntsadanymore · 3 years ago

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Hi! Can I have a Topper Thornton imagine where y/n is Rafe’s sister and he walks in on the making out abs gets mad but realizes they’re in love! Thank you!!

My first request, thank you very much for requesting and I hope this is what you wanted!

Words count: 1314

Y/n is female and I imagine her being some age between Sarah (16) and Rafe (19).

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Caught in the act

A warm summer night on the beach. The sand hasn't cooled down yet from the hot sun during the day. The weather was perfect, not a single cloud on the sky. Topper took Y/n on a small stargazing session. All the stars were visible clearly and the moon was full and shiny.

"I don't know what's more beautiful," Top tried to flirt, "the moon, or you."

"Dude, is that even a question?" Y/n laughed, trying to not sound mean. Topper sat up, pretending to be offended.

"You know I'm just kidding, yeah?" Y/n added, her voice sounding a bit worried. She also sat up.

"You're definitely a Rafe's sister." Topper chuckled, turning his face to Y/n.

"Yeah, I'm more of a Rafe's sister, while Whezzie is more of a Sarah's sister."

Top's smile dissapeared at the mention of Sarah.

Y/n noticed that, so she put her hand on his back, to comfort him and as a way of apologizing. She had no idea Top could have feelings for Sarah still after what she did.

"Top, I-"

"I know, I know," he said, "don't worry, I'm over Sarah. Now you're the most important person in my life."

To make sure Y/n won't say anything else, Top kissed her. She kissed him back, wanting this moment to last forever. Just them, on the beach, kissing and not worrying about anything.

"I can't wait until we tell everyone that we're dating." Y/n said when they pulled away from each other.

"Do we have to?" Topper asked, nervously scratching the back of his neck. "I'm kind of worried about Rafe's reaction"

"Oh please, what could possibly go wrong? He was totally okay with you dating Sarah."

"Didn't you notice the way he's been acting lately? Kind of strange if you ask me, he's been having problems with the drug dealer. Let's wait until the whole situation cools down."

Y/n didn't say anything. She was beyond happy dating Topper and couldn't wait until they went official. Even if this sounds cruel, Y/n waited long enough for Top and Sarah to break up. Sarah just couldn't date someone for more than a few months and despite her being Y/n's sister, ever since Y/n found out Sarah was dating Topper, she thought he deserved better.

"I think we should go," Topper looked at his watch, "it's half past 11pm. You need to be home before someone notices you're gone."

Y/n groaned not wanting to go home. She wanted to stay on the beach and not have to worry about anything. She wanted to run away with Top, maybe move to an island where nobody else lives, the sun shines bright everyday and the summer never ends.

"Fine, but you owe me a kiss." Y/n threatened playfully. She and her boyfriend got up from the sand and walked to the boy's car.

Topper was driving, Y/n was on the passanger seat.

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The way home was short. Top's car stopped in the front of the Camerons' mansion. He got out of the car and opened the passenger door so that Y/n could get out too.

"So...that's it for today I guess." Topper smiled. "See you tomorrow?"

Y/n looked at her house. The lights were off everywhere except for the room of the oldest Cameron sibling. Rafe probably found out Y/n was gone, so as soon as she came back, he would start interrogating her. The girl turned her face to Topper again.

"You owe me a kiss, remember?" She smiled and moved her face closer to her boyfriend's face. He gently took her jaw in his right hand as he placed his lips on hers. His left hand found its way to Y/n's waist and her both hands were on Topper's chest.

It was supposed to be just one little kiss, but the couple got lost in it. The world once again stopped existing in their heads as the 'little kiss' turned into a make out session. Nothing else mattered, just the two people in love, kissing each other like there's no tomorrow, in their own little world.

"Well, well, well." A familiar voice said, tearing the lovers out if their fantasy. Both of them had scared expressions on their faces when they turned to see Rafe.

"I- I'm sorry, I know, uhhh, I know how to explain it-" Y/n began blabbering, then she saw something her brother had in his hand. "Rafe? Why are you holding a gun?" The girl's voice sounded visibly scared.

"Rafe, there's no need for this...thing." Topper said gesturing to the gun Rafe was holding. He walked closer in an attempt to try to calm his best friend down.

"Oh, this?" Rafe looked at his gun and laughed lightly. It only made Y/n and Top's fright grow. "Well, I've heard voices outside so...gotta protect the house from intruders, yeah?"

Rafe laughed again, this time louder than before. It still didn't convince Y/n that they're safe and her brother won't do anything stupid. She looked at him, dumbfounded as well as her boyfriend.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll just hide it." Rafe said and put the gun behind his belt. "Didn't know it's gonna be y'all sneaking around."

His voice sounded annoyed. He wasn't holding the gun anymore, but despite that he was unpredictable. He walked closer to Topper and standing face to face, tut-tutted in disapproval.

"So now you've moved from Sarah to Y/n? And you're taking her god knows where in the middle of the night?"

"Actually, I drove her home from...uh-" Top tried to explain without bringing up the fact that he's dating Rafe's sister.

"From where?" Rafe asked with an annoyed expression on his face. After a moment of silence he scoffed, "liar."

Y/n watched the whole scene in fear of what might happen. She watched as Rafe grabbed Topper's t-shirt and pushed him so hard, that his back hit his car. Rafe got very angry, he was shouting as Topper tried to explain the situation. Y/n decided to step in.

"Rafe. Rafe! Rafe, stop!" She pleaded. Rafe didn't seem to listen to her, so she attempted grabbing his arms. "I love him!"

As Rafe heard those words, he froze. He was still holding Topper, but didn't talk nor shout as if he was processing what Y/n has just said.

"I love Topper." Y/n repeated. Rafe looked at her, less angry than seconds before.

"You love him?" Rafe asked as if he thought he misheard. Then he let go of Top's t-shirt.

"Yes, I really do."

"Fine." Rafe's voice was passive-aggressive.

He turned and walked away inside the house. Y/n and Topper looked at each other, both confused. Why did Rafe go away? Is he angry? Is he planning on doing something regrettable?

"It wasn't the best idea to make out in front of your house." Topper remarked.

"Don't worry," Y/n assured, "he just needs some time to process what happened."

"And then he'll kill me."

"No, he'll accept our relationship. Just don't show up anywhere near until he calms down, yeah?" Y/n joked making Topper chuckle.

The couple kissed for the last time that night and Y/n watched as her boyfriend drove away. Then she walked inside the house and upstairs. She sighed with relief when she got to the door of her room without being noticed by Rafe. As she opened the door, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"So you're dating Top?" Rafe questioned. Y/n felt as if he appeared out of nowhere. She didn't even hear his footsteps.

"Yeah," Y/n turned to face her brother, "and I don't give a damn if you approve."

A slight smile appeared on Rafe's face. He didn't look at his sister, instead he stared into nothing.

"Good." He said, patting Y/n's shoulder and walked away to his room.

Y/n was confused and decided to go to her room as well. Rafe was getting weirder and weirder each day.

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