#there's some great moments but it didnt ever like grab me????

[lawboymagicshow]

04x17: It's a Terrible Life, Supernatural

[the-record]

WHEN YOU KNOW

SYNOPSIS: inspired by ‘margaret’ by lana 🫶

PAIRING: ellie williams x fem!reader

WARNINGS: none

A/N: this is so stupid i LOVE it , love at first sight trope 🧎

ellie didnt mind parties. the people weren’t always great, but it was good to sell and it made her friends happy.

she liked to sit on the couch with a blunt and people watch, dina chatting away in her ear or singing at jessie. abby trying to find her pic of the night with some help from ellie.

but tonight was boring. dina had run away to dance, pulling jessie with her. abby had an away game, states away. she sat on the couch alone, bored now.

and then she saw you. she thanked a god she didnt know existed that abby wasn’t there that night.

ellie watched for a moment as you grabbed a drink, waiting to see if you found a friend. but when five minutes passed and you still stood there, eyes floating around as you slowly sipped, she made her way over.

“hey,” you jumped a little as she spoke and she smiled softly. “shit, sorry. didn’t mean to scare you.” but you shook your head and laughed. “i’m ellie.”

“angel.” she hummed in response, a questioning tone to it. “what?”

ellie clicked her tongue. “angel? that you’re real name?”

“is ellie yours?” she nodded. “huh. well, maybe if you’re nice enough you can learn the real one.” you smiled teasingly at her.

“you ever gonna tell me your name?” ellie’s arms rested on the window frame of your car door. “i thought i was nice.”

you laughed softly and kissed her cheek. “goodnight ellie.”

she sighed and pulled back, a blush rising to her face, and she watched as you drove away from the party. watching even after your car disappeared and you with it.

an arm slung around her and ellie stumbled as she caught dina’s weight. “good god, how much did you drink?”

dina giggled as jesse caught up to the both of them, her coat and his keys in hand. “just hold her while i bring the car around?” ellie nodded and watched jesse jog off.

“who was that girl?” dina wondered.

ellie smiled softly. “no idea.”

yourusername followed you.

elliewilliams followed you.

angel: hey :)))

ellie: hello

e: three smiles??? way to make a girl feel special

a: mmm i try my best

e: nice name.

a: why thank you

a: whats ur weekend look like?

e: possibly busy, possibly absolutely nothing. why, someone wanna know??

a: no…

e: busy sunday night, but free otherwise

a: good.

e: and whys that?

a: ur taking me out friday night? obv.

e: damn ur right

e: mb thats on me

a: yes. so 8 pm ill send u my addy

e: addy??

a: i speak drug dealer

e: goodbye 😭

e: u ever smoked?

a: i hit a vape

e: …

a: once.

e: once again

e: goodbye 😭

a: nvm dont come on friday

e: waijikitjrjrjrjjrjrjr no

e: ill be there

e: 8pm sharp

e: forgive me :(

a: okay!

ellie: oh me oh MYYYYYYYYY

dina: oh lord

jesse: no 🫶

ellie: pls!!!

ellie: GUYS PLEASE

dina: what.

ellie: ur honor i love her

jesse: yall havent been out yet??????

dina: lord.

ellie: STOP?

dina: no 🫶

jesse: mcscuse me thats my line

dina: ull make it

jesse: 😥

ellie: BACK TO ME PLS

ellie: 8pm on friday

dina: NO.

jesse: ABSOLUTELY NOT.

ellie: guys ily PLEASE.

dina: NO??

jesse: sigh.

ellie: HELL YEAAAAAA

dina: JESSE?????

jesse: 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

dina: ihy all

dina: why are u bailing on ussddsss

dina: u must really like her

ellie: a LOT.

ellie: idk i just

ellie: ive got a feeling

jesse: when you know, you know

dina: blegh

jesse: UR MY GIRLFRIEND????????

snow was falling outside as you and ellie stood just outside your door. “so.” you whispered.

“so.” she whispered back. “snow. on our first date. seems like a sign.”

“oh yea?” she hummed back. “and how’s it a sign?”

she pretended to think for a moment. “i love snow. only brings good things.”

“oh, so im only good now.” ellie blushed as you teased her

“i didnt say that. you’re more than good. great.”

you nodded. “amazing? perfect?”

“no, not yet.” ellie fiddled with your hands as she leaned against your door.

“oh so whats gonna make it perfect?”

“a kiss.”

ellie: IM PROPOSING

dina: ELLIE STFU

jesse: noo shh let the woman speak

ellie: thanks jesse.

dina: shh jesse.

dina: so that good then?

ellie: SIGH 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

jesse: oh lord.

ellie: shes so pretty

dina: mhm.

ellie: and so kind

jesse: mhm.

ellie: and a great kisser 🫠

dina: lovely

jesse: when u know

dina: u know.

ellie: i know.

[cheriladycl01]

The month of winning - Alex Albon x ZimbabweanOlympicSailing! Reader

Plot: As an old money girl, having been part of your dads sailing club for years you become an athlete, getting a silver medal for your country and a new boyfriend!

You and Alex new it was going to be a busy few weeks, You'd been training hard for the Olympics your whole life. Your dad was part of a fancy yacht and sailing club in your home town. And he was a very very wealthy man, some of the yachts he sold ended up in places of the world like Monaco.

You'd grown up with just your dad, and were homeschooled and were constantly helping him with the boats and that started your love for sailing as a sport. You started to compete in championships when you were old enough and your father had taught you everything you know about the sport.

Everyone you grew up with and Alex came to watch you at the Paris Olympics. And it was a moment to remember getting silver. You were stood on the podium your flag flying in the wind making the biggest grin ever to appear on your face.

You could see Alex and your dad in the stands cheering loudly for you, making you wave and blow them a kiss.

After your win, you wanted to travel home to see all your old friends and family who couldn't go all the way to France for the Olympics, and wanted to congratulate you on your win. It was the off season for Alex too, so you both got to spend loads of time sightseeing Zimbabwe.

Alex loved animals, mainly pets but that didnt stop him from freaking out when you guys took a day to go on a safari and see all the animals your dad would take you to see in the reserves as a kid.

He used probably 3 sd cards for the digital camera he brought to take pictures and filled out storage on his phone too with the amount of pictures he'd taken on just the safari alone. It was crazy, and when you asked him to take a nice picture of you, it would take him ages scrolling through to try find it when you wanted him to send it to you so you could upload it to your Instagram.

"Baby, come on its a picture of me vs a picture of a cheetah how cant you pick me out!" you laughed looking over his shoulder as he's scrolling through trying to find the picture of you at the watering hole.

"Look, I took so many of all the animals and only like 4 of you because the rest were on your phone!" he exclaims before he gasps and see's a gorgeous picture of you.

"Awwww look at my pretty baby!" he grins showing you the picture making you shake your head in disbelief.

"Right, send that to me now... before you loose it!" you chuckle. And he does air-dropping it to you there and then.

After a beautiful week in your home country it was time for the end of Alex's summer break and for him to get back in the car racing. You were excited because he'd extended his contract with Williams and you knew that even though this year wasn't going very well for them, that each race the data they were gathering making it easier to predict which upgrades were needed and worth it.

Monaco, being as historic as it was came with a few upgrades that not only had Williams buzzing but the whole paddock because it looked like they might be in the position to fight for some points this weekend unlike Alpine and Sauber who unfortunately were still struggling with various issues.

You could sense in both Alex and Logan how excited they were for these huge next steps.

"How's the car feeling this weekend? It's looking nicer to drive, more steady on both of you" you questioned the boys who both nodded with grins on their faces.

"Yeah, it's an incredible change it feels so smooth now. Like it felt like we were fighting the car before but now it's complying with us, its a great feeling!" Logan answered only for Alex to nod in agreement.

"Yeah i can definitely see us grabbing points this weekend!" Alex smiles.

Two days later on the Sunday Alex was in P11 and Logan was defending P8 incredibly well and there was only a few laps left to go. Ahead of Alex was two drivers. Yuki Tsunoda in P9 right behind Logan and Lewis in P10.

Last lap action was every fans favrioute but as a WAG it was the most stressful. Especially for you as you knew Alex, even though he was a smooth driver would start to push more than he might be able to handle.

You were stood with his mum and sister and Logans girlfriend and parents biting your nails in anticipation as he pulled up alongside Yuki and Lewis, and taking the inside line managed to overtake both of them.

A cheer came through the paddock upon realizing that Logan also just made the overtake of his career getting him up to P7, placing Lance Stroll in between the two Williams drivers.

They crossed the finish line, Logan in P7 and Alex in P9, a double points finish for Williams, the first points they'd gotten this season and the garage and pit wall went wild as you all ran out to go find the drivers to celebrate.

Alex was grinning from ear to ear in his post race interview, his eyes kept meeting yours behind the camera and interviewer making him chuckle every now and then.

"Amazing race today Alex, first points for both you and Logan. How are you feeling having this and your girlfriend winning and Olympic medal all in the same month!" she asks and his grin widens if that's possible.

"Yeah, i mean I'm so thankful to everyone this weekend for making it happen, it was definitely a long time coming getting these points but we've done it. We're happy with this weekends progression and yeah we're gonna push harder next weekend in Montreal! Obviously I'm so proud of my amazing girlfriend as well, she has worked so hard for everything she's achieved and yeah she deserves the world for the support she's given me over this weekend" he answers.

"Thank you Alex!" she smiles before letting him go and getting ready for Logan.

"What a month" he sighs pulling you into a hug and kissing the side of you head.

"What a month indeed!" you grin back.

y/user

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y/user: From a weekend in Zimbabwe Sailing and winning Silver to a weekend in Monaco, Fast Cars and Formula One all w/ Boo 🔥

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y/dads/user: Amazing medal sweetheart! So proud please come back soon!

-> y/user: we will! Alex loved all the animals and seeing you guys again!

fan1: so proud of this woman for bringing silver home!

alex_albon: two weekends I’ll never forget! Big celebrations incoming 🫶🏼🇿🇼🇹🇭

-> fan2: omg he put their flags together!

-> y/user: Love you Alex and I’m so great full you were there! 🫶🏼❤️

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-> fan4: she comes from old money so she has those vibes!

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[sarastellasari]

New Years Kiss (Part Three)

part one, part two!

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“We have a problem! I repeat, we have a problem.” Xander whispered frantically over his phone to Nash. 

“They are headed back to the party! They broke the window!” There was a moment's pause on the other end before Nash said,

“I’m sorry what?” 

“They broke the window and climbed out,” Xander repeated. They’re walking towards you now.” 

“Grayson broke the window?” 

“Well Lyra did but-“ 

“So what do we do now?” Jameson interrupted. It sounded like he had grabbed Nash’s phone from him. 

“That obviously didn’t work.” Xander shrugged, before realizing neither of his brothers could see him.

“I can’t believe we didn't think of the windows.” Jameson sighed. 

“It's an easy mistake,” Nash comforted him. 

“I guess, but what do we do now?”

“Well,” Xander began, laughing nervously. “Grayson is obviously going to be super mad so-” Nash suddenly swore on the other end. 

“Xan, he's coming this way. Text us, ok? We gotta go.” and then Nash hung up. Xander got up and started to pace. What can we do? He thought, running his hands through his hair. Eventually, he shook his head in annoyance. He knew what they had to do. He pulled out his phone and texted his brothers;

I think we need to let Grayson handle this by himself.

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Lyra wasn’t sure if she regretted coming to the party or not. She had been having fun, right up until she had been locked in a room with Grayson. But she had to admit.., part of her was curious as to what would happen if she had stayed in the room instead of breaking the window.

What could his brothers have wanted us to do? She wondered. Surely it couldn’t be that bad? But soon, she forgot all about the events in the library. Avery announced over the loudspeakers that it was time for “whole group activities”. Instructed everyone to come to the center of the courtyard. Lyra ended up between Thea, who seemed startled at her presence, and an extremely cheerful girl, who introduced herself as Avery’s best friend, Max.

“The first game!” Avery shouted, “Is Hawthorne hide- and seek.” There were equally cheers and groans from the audience. Lyra frowned in confusion, but luckily, Avery explained the rules. 

“We’re doing this in dresses?” She asked Max, bewildered. Max grinned. “Yep!” 

And so the game began.

At some point, Lyra found herself hiding with Grayson behind a statue, the two of them pressed against each other, breathless with laughter. Lyra tried to tell herself she was just flushed from the cold and not from her proximity to her.

The night went on and on, with them playing many games, until eventually it was 11:45, and Avery had declared that people could do whatever they wanted to prepare for the countdown. Lyra found herself beside Grayson again, seated on some chairs by some crumbling Roman statue of some emperor with a party hat on. 

“Well.” Lyra sighed. “Are you excited for the new year?” Grayson shrugged. 

“I suppose. You?” Lyra nodded.  “What did you think of the party?” 

“It was great! Aside from the whole being locked in a room thing.” Grayson nodded. Suddenly, he swallowed before leaning forward.

“Have you ever had A New Year's kiss, Lyra?” Lyras flushed, wondering what the random subject change was about. “Sorry, what?” 

“Have you ever had a New Year's kiss?” Grayson repeated. Lyra shook her head. Grayson nodded, seemingly accepting her answer. 

“Do you want to?” Lyra’s eyes widened at his forwardness. 

“What?” Grayson sighed.

“I guess… My brothers have been trying to get me to find someone to kiss tonight. I said i didnt want to, but… a part of me is curious.” Lyra hesitated, before shrugging. 

“Sure.” “Really?” “Yeah, why not? I want to know what it feels like too, I guess.” Grayson nodded, opening his mouth, but before he could say anything else, Avery's voice boomed over the loudspeakers.   

“Ok, guys! Thirty seconds! I hope you all have your kissing partners!” Lyra smirked at Grayson.

“We should stand.” She whispered. “Makes it more romantic.  Grayson nodded. They stood.

“Ten!” Avery shouted. Grayson took in a deep breath.

“Nine!” Lyra took a deep breath.

“Eight!” Grayson moved closer

“Seven!” Lyra ignored every thought in her telling her that she was betraying her father. A Hawthorne did this. But maybe she could leave that all in the past. New Year, new beginnings, right?

“Six!” Grayson's hands carefully went to her waist.

“Five!” Lyra grabbed his shoulders.

“Four!” Their body’s we’re almost pressed against each other

“Three!” Lyra stared at those icy blue eyes, trying to decipher the thoughts inside of them.

“Two!” Their lips were almost touching.

“One!” They kissed.

“Happy New Year!” Fireworks went off, both literal and metaphorical. It was everything Lyra wanted and more. It started soft and gentle, Grayson gently pressing his lips to hers, until Lyra got bored. It was New Year after all, and she wanted to have fun. She didn't care if it was improper for a first kiss. She surged forward, running her tongue along the seam of her lips, asking for permission to enter his mouth. He let her, their tongues fighting for dominance. Lyra stood on her toes to get a better angle, their noses brushing. They were both panting. It was more intense than anything else Lyra had ever felt. Finally, they both had to come up for air.

“That was- wow,” Lyra said at last. Grayson nodded in agreement, swallowing.

“Would you… want to do that again?” He asked hesitantly.

Lyra pulled him back in instead of responding.

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Part one, part two!

[djtommotomlinson]

last november i was in china when my little brother called me and told me to come home. over summer my nan, my mums mum, had passed away before i had managed to get back to see her and my mum, my best friend in the world, had a heart attack soon after. i was with her then. we went to the funeral. she got better. we saw robbie williams live. we went out drinking and to the beach and watched coyote ugly and la la land together, our fave movies.

when my brother called me to tell me mum had cancer i knew it was bad. i lost my best friend to cancer when we were just 16 years old. thats never a good word. but its my mum. and to quote her days after her own mums death 'i always knew one day my mum would die but i never knew she would, like, actually die'.

i knew in the back of my head why i was going home but i didnt believe it. i watched spiderverse for like the third time on the plane. i went to grab my suitcase and laughed when i realised i was at the wrong shanghai - gatwick conveyor belt. who knew there were two at almost the same time.

then my brother, my baby brother, who is 30 next year but was 28 and always our baby brother, called me and my life is never ever going to be the same. i knew the moment he called. and i sat on the floor at gatwick airport shaking and people kept coming over to ask if i was okay and finally my sister and my aunties, my mums sisters, arrived and they were let into the baggage area when they explained and picked me off the floor.

i dont think this is a grief that has settled yet. i was meant to see louis that night. i havent listened to a song by him since despite his music getting me through some of my hardest times. my denial, she'll walk through the door and say this was all a joke, phase went on for months after we planned and executed a funeral and wake on the beach in malta. i made a great playlist, i wrote a great eulogy. i did that but it didnt properly sink in why.

i still, almost a full year on, wake up and think about messaging her to tell her how im feeling and check in on her.

my mum used to send me one direction news she found on facebook every day. harrys got a new album emmy did you know? and i was like no mum wow thank you (of course i already knew). she loved niall and we were going to see him live together. she wasnt a big fan of louis' music but ached for what he'd been through. i woke up the day after hearing about liam expecting a text from her checking in because she got me 1d tickets in 2014 for my 23rd birthday and she brought me merch and the dvd of the movie -

my mum who hated the beatles because they were too mainstream but loved what i loved because i loved it and was passionate about it. god she would have been crushed for me today. she would have been heart broken.

and i think this has hit me like a train not only because everyone who knows me knows how much i loved liam as if he was my own friend, but also because this past year has been so full of grief i dont always know how to get out of bed. my dads mum passed a few months ago. my family are wrecked with it. this past year has been a nightmare we can't get out of.

i always related to liam as someone who was bullied at school and as someone who suffers from mental illness and has suffered from alcoholism, thankfully, for me, something ive managed to come back from and im sober and i always hoped for that for him. its such a hard fucking mountain to climb and i didn't have to deal with the fame side of it and this whole other thing he had to carry. i always wanted him to get better but in the back of my head i had this feeling, i had this fear that i would one day log into tumblr and see the worst.

i still cant, and im sure for a long time won't, believe this real. thats one of my boys. we were very much meant to get old together. i wanted to see him get better. i cant begin to comprehend the fact he wont have that chance. this still doesnt feel real to me man. thats my boy.

just a few days ago I was in a convenience store and they were playing heart meets break and i was jamming and excited to hear my boy in a store. i keep remembering its happened, and i look at the photo on my bedside of me and my mum at the robbie williams concert and i could really do with her right now. a link to a facebook article and her over use of emojis - a shocked and crying face and a broken heart. because what else can express this?

i know i didnt know him but i always had the comfort of knowing of him, of listening to his music and watching his videos and feeling less alone in a cruel and lonely world.

its okay to be a fucking mess, if you can take time out please do. i wish this world allowed more of that. after my mum everyone had to go back to jobs and life and it still blows my mind that i was walking down the street then and today and everything was the same. the world should pause but it doesn't.

at the end of all of this, one day this might settle and make sense but right now it doesnt at all and thats how these things work. i love you all, this is not something i thought we would have to face until we had all grown old and spent all of our money on reunion tickets and seen our boys grow old and live their lives.

give people you love a hug, tell people you love that you care about them, work out problems and differences if you can and make the most of it. you never know how much time you have.

[denny-artsss]

Soo can you do a ribbun scenario knowing what happened in new episode and includeing some details from that second episode? Im hopeing that you will, i was si bored since i didnt see eny scenarios from you in the while. I eaven started to get woried

(Sorry for grammar)

Here's some good angst I thought about.

Tw: angst

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*after Kaufmos funeral*

*everyone leaving to their rooms*

Gangle: *stays a bit more at Kaufmos memorial and sighs, standing up and walking in the hallway while carrying her drawing over to kaufmos' room. She enters it and sets it on the desk, sighing* You were my best friend... now you're gone, too. And I'm all alone, dealing with everyone's diminishing treatment. God, how much I hate Jax. *She laughs to herself* submited and agreed that truck right into the canyon *her laugh becomes louder as she plops onto kaufmos' bed.

Jax: *takes the blanket off him, that he used to hide himself with* hi Gangle.

Gangle: hi Jax.

Jax: ...

Gangle: ...

Jax: I knew you did that intentionally.

Gangle: *stays quiet and looks up at the ceiling, laying next to him*

Jax: you shouldn't go against me. It will only end up bad for you. You know? *swirls the candy canyon kingdom key on his finger* I kept a little something from our little adventure.

Gangle: yeah. That's great Jax. So did I.

Jax: what? A candy cane so you can suck on something to soothe yourself when I make you pour your eyes out?

Gangle: *pulls out the gun and loads it, shoving it in his face* more like something you can suck on.

Jax: *looks at it, scared for a few seconds, then eats it whole, chewing and swallowing it*

Gangle: HEY! *grabs his key and eats it*

Jax: *stomach growls* that was not consumable-

Gangle: Neither was the key.

Jax: *bends down at the edge of the bed and throws up*

Gangle: *holds his ears back* This is the most wholesome moment we've ever had.

Jax: *loud puking noises*

[fivestar-outlaw]

New Horizons (Park Seonghwa) (Ch. 2)

Chapter 2: Wishes

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Fem!Reader

Words: 3.2K+

Warning(s): Mentions of rude customers, MC is stressed(tm), use of time jumps

A/N: Chapter 2 is here! I hope you guys enjoy it. I think its my favorite of the four <3 Not much else to say other than tadaaa and thank you for the love for the first chapter.

Reader is implied to be living in the US bc uh TIMEZONES ARE FUCKY and i didnt realize how reliant i was on mine (PST) when looking up KST

Summary: Attempting an all-nighter while playing Animal Crossing alongside your bias, you didn't expect your turnip prices to be such a high amount... nor did you expect Park Seonghwa to actually accept your offer to sell his turnips on your island.

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You got out of your last class for the day in the afternoon and ready to get your shift done at the bookstore next. It was a warm Thursday but you were glad it was slowly starting to cool off. Shifting your bag your shoulder you pull out your phone and see you got a message while in class. You smile and press the kakaotalk app. Seonghwa had sent you a message.

'Good afternoon for you, (Y/N). I just woke up. I hope classes have been well.' Followed by a cute emote of a cat yawning in bed.

After inviting Seonghwa to your island to sell turnips and take Marshal, you two began playing together. This was initiated by him, saying that he wanted more Animal Crossing friends. You and him swapped gifts for a few days in the game when he asked if you'd like to message through kakaotalk and here you both were now. At first most of your conversations pertained to Animal Crossing but gradually it shifted to you two learning about each other and talking.

And not just over text either.

When Seonghwa learned you were learning Korean he offered to help you out with verbal conversations if you helped him with English. At first you wanted to decline since you knew he would be busy and the time zones would make it difficult. He talked you into it, however, saying on the weekend when he has a shorter practice day and on your Friday nights when you could stay up layer you'd both video chat to show the progress you've both made for the week. Though, soon that would lead to sporadic video chats when either of you had free time.

'Good morning to you. I just got done with classes and I'll be heading to work in an hour. :)'

You replied and a few moments later he responded.

'Want to have a quick video call before I need to leave for practice?'

'Sure, let me find a spot to sit at.' You quickly found a small picnic table in the shade under a tree and put in your earphones. You hit the video call button and wait for him to pick up.

The screen shifted and you see his face. He seems to be at his deak with his phone set up to perfectly capture his face. You could faintly hear his Animal Crossing game in the background. You couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"Hey, Seonghwa. How did you sleep?" You greeted.

"Hello, (Y/N). I slept good." He smiled. "Were classes good today?"

"A bit boring. We just did lectures today and got a good chunk of reading to do for homework. Did you have breakfast yet?"

"I grabbed something small." You watch as he reaches over off screen and he holds up a bowl of cereal in one hand and an apple in the other. "I'll pick up more food when we get to the building." He lightly chuckled.

"Ah, yeah. I was running behind so I didn't have much to eat this morning." You saw him give you a playful scold. "But I'll be sure to pick up something at the café by my job. I have some left overs from last night that my roommate made for us that I am looking forward to after my shift."

"Oh, Redd is at my island and the real artwork is one I already have, the beautiful statue, do you want it?"

"That would be great, Seonghwa. I am missing that one. Man, it seems like Redd really likes visiting your island. He rarely ever comes to mine."

"Well, you've been having the better turnip-"

"Hyung!" Three loud, distinctive voices cut him off and soon you're seeing San, Mingi, and Wooyoung bust in behind him. Seonghwa was clearly flustered as he stared at you then looked back at the three men in his room.

You haven't gotten to speak to the other Ateez members before, nor were you ever begging or asking to. You'd let your friend decide when you'd be introduced to them. Seonghwa frequently mentioned the antics Ateez gets up to and he's mentioned that he has brought you up to them before. You were curious to see how this video call would go.

"Is that (Y/N)?" You see Mingi bend down into frame, looking at the phone. Wooyoung and San crowd around the elder male, who's ears were turning red.

"She is pretty, hyung." Your faces flushes with warmth when you hear Wooyoung not so quietly say. You smile though when you hear his words.

"It's nice to meet you finally. Seonghwa-hyung is always talking about you." San smiled brightly next to a mortified looking Seonghwa.

You chuckle, "It's nice to meet you three too! I hope you've heard all good things."

"Only good things. Hyung never shuts up about you." Wooyoung said playfully, rolling his eyes.

"Want to swap KaTalks?" Mingi asked while already pulling his phone out. San and Wooyoung quickly follow suit.

"Hey-!" Seonghwa tried to speak but the youngest in the room cut him off.

"We want to talk to and get to know (Y/N) too, hyung. And she can help us with our English. Right, (Y/N)?" Woo smiled at you and you can see a hint of mischievousness in his expression.

"Will the schedule Seonghwa and I have for those work for-"

"Yes, it would." San interrupts. "So KaTalk?"

You simply chuckle and immediately exchange numbers with them. You start to see notifications pop up on your screen of them texting you their names and emotes as well.

"Let's be friends." Mingi excitedly said with San nodding along.

"I look forward to talking to you guys."

"I look forward to talking to hyung's pretty friend-"

"Okay, out you three." Seonghwa cut Woo off and glared at the three of them as he stood up from his chair. You watch him shoo San, Wooyoung, and Mingi away, who were all very vocal in wanting to stay in his room and talk to you. You heard the door close loudly and then see Seonghwa sit back down in front of his phone. His ears, cheeks, and the sides of his neck were blushing.

"They seem fun." You tease.

"Try living with them. I'd never get peace if Woo was living in the dorm too." He rolled his eyes but still kept a soft expression. "I do love them despite the teasing."

"So you talk about me to them?"

"W-well, yeah. I consider you a friend and all-"

"Seonghwa!" Suddenly you heard Hongjoong's voice in the call. "Woo told us you were speaking to your game friend!"

You see Hongjoong and Yeosang flank Seonghwa and kneel on the ground while Jongho and Yuhno stand behind them, leaning down a bit to be in frame. The eldest male looked so embarrassed as they started to greet you and asking you to exchange numbers, making sure to tell you how much Hwa has mentioned you.

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It was late one Friday evening as you got home from work. You were feeling especially exhausted from dealing with rude customers and from staying up late the night before getting homework done. Your professors must be collaborating to make your homework levels as stressful as possible with all the assignments on top of the readings and the studying for finals next week.

And you swear customers must have planned to be the worst this week with their rudeness or staying in the store way past closing. Today alone you had a lady almost hit you with a book she tossed directed at your head and had a group of teens stay an hour past closing trying to see if they could stay in the store over night.

It hasn't been a good week. You've been so tired and drained, you've hardly been able to really communicate with Seonghwa or the rest of Ateez at all.

You slowly trudged to your room, saying hello and goodnight to your roommate on the way there. You wanted nothing more than to get into comfier clothes and sleep, but you knew your mind was too stressed to fall asleep immediately. Maybe some catching up on youtube or some Animal Crossing will help.

You close your room door and immediately toss your bag in the corner. You quickly grab some clothes to relax in before peeling off the outfit you'd been wearing all day. Almost instantly you felt some of the tension leave your body. You let out a sigh and roll your neck, stretching your limbs in hopes it'll help.

Your phone started ringing.

You look at the screen and see that it was Wooyoung wanting to video call.

Despite it two months since you got to officially meet the rest of Ateez, you were close with all the boys. Though, outside of Seonghwa, you talked with Wooyoung and San the most. Both were very sweet with you and you appreciated them and Seonghwa in integrating you into their friend group with ease.

You go and sit down at your desk and press answer, but didn't turn your camera on. You see Woo and San. They seemed to be outside somewhere, snacking on something. Both smiled.

"Ah, turn on your camera. We haven't seen or heard from you all week." Woo pouted. You really didn't want them to see how haggard you look, but you've come to learn you couldn't say no to him.

"Fine." You say, dragging out the word. You tap the button and see you are now on camera. Bother either could speak you sigh, "I know, I look like a mess. I just got home ten minutes ago."

"Weren't you supposed to get off an hour ago?" San's brows scrunch in concern.

"You look really tired, (Y/N). Are you taking care of yourself?" Woo's voice was gentle. "Have you eaten yet?"

"It's...been a hard week." You bite your bottom lip, feeling tears sting your eyes. "Just a lot of school work and then bullshit from customers. I'm just happy its the weekend tomorrow for me."

"Do you want to cancel the language catch-up lessons?" You felt your heart drop at Sannie's question. "Practice ended a few minutes ago, we just wanted a moment on the roof the relax. After we are done up here we are going back to the dorms soon, we can let the others know for you if that's the case."

"I'm sorry guys. I completely forgot." You couldn't help prevent the tears from finally spilling over.

"No, (Y/N), don't cry." Woo coos. You hastily wipe the tears and make sure to take steady, deep breaths.

"Don't worry about today, yeah? It's okay, we understand." San's kindness and his smile made you feel a little better. "The others will understand."

"Thank you both." You shakily say with a wet smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry-"

"Don't apologize for that." Wooyoung tsk'd. "I wish we were there, I would be giving you a big hug right now."

"Me too, (Y/N)." Sannie spoke, his tone and face exuding sweetness.

"I wish you all were here too."

"Now go eat something. We'll let the others know about tonight." The younger male smiled.

"And we won't tell everyone the details either. Just that it was a tiring week for you." San assures. "Take care of yourself, (Y/N), and remember all of us are here for you."

"You both take care too. Thank you again."

They both smile and wave. The call ended and you let out a soft sigh, feeling a little better. You sit at your desk a little longer just to further decompress from the day. You were mindlessly scrolling on social media for a bit, letting your brain shut off.

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Wooyoung and San returned to the dance studio a few minutes after their call with you ended. When they walked through the door they saw the others lounging around on the ground, some looking at their phones while others chatted.

"Woo and Sannie are back!" Mingi grinned and got up from the floor. "Now we can head home and talk to (Y/N)."

The two glanced at each other and then back at the others, who were getting up and grabbing their things to leave.

"We actually talked to (Y/N) while we were up on the roof." Wooyoung started. Seonghwa perked up when he heard they spoke with you. He and the others haven't heard much from you this week, which had them a bit worried.

"Is she alright?" The eldest couldn't help but ask, stepping closer to them. Everyone else looked at each other with knowing looks at his concern.

"She can't do the usual language lessons today. She told us she hasn't had a good week so we suggested she just rest tonight." San said. Everyone pulled out their phones and sent various supportive messages to the group chat you were in.

"That's too bad. I hope she is fine." Hongjoong crooned.

"She will be. Like we said, it was just a rough week." Woo nodded, his lips quirked up in a smile. "She needs rest."

"Let's get back to the dorms then." Hongjoong clapped his hands together.

Everyone let out several spunds of acknowledgment and started making their way out of the dance room to the garage to go home. Seonghwa lingered a bit, still looking at his phone before following the others at the back of the group. Wooyoung decided to move to the back with him to walk along side him.

"Are you messaging her?" The younger male asked.

"Yeah, she and I are going to video call and play Animal Crossing when we get back to the dorm and after she eats dinner." Seonghwa hummed, typing a few more things before putting his phone in his pocket.

"You care for her, don't you, hyung?" Woo's voice got lower so the others couldn't hear them.

"I do." Hwa smiled sincerely.

"Do you like her?"

"Of course I do. She's been nothing but a good friend."

"No, I mean as in you have a crush on her." Seonghwa looked to the younger males face, trying to discern if he was teasing him but saw nothing of the sort.

"No, I don't, Woo." The older male said softly. Wooyoung eyed him, but decided not to speak further on the matter. He could recognize Hwa was telling some truth, but he also could tell his friend wasn't completely aware of his budding feelings.

Wooyoung wasn't stupid and neither were the others.

Everyone else began picking up small things that gave it away. Seonghwa has gotten very happywhenever you two texted or video called. Whenever they took breaks during rehearsal, he'd immediately check his phone for any messages. He'd often laugh and tell the others a funny story you told him about your day before you told any of the others. Overall, he just seemed very happy.

And they were happy for him.

The boys were obviously wary at first and had expressed this to Seonghwa. He assured them that you've been nothing but genuine to him. And after them getting to know you on their own they came to that same conclusion. They just hoped Hwa could come to terms with his underlying crush and Woo hoped you could as well.

Only Wooyoung knew you had feelings for his oldest hyung and he hoped the two of you wouldn't drive him crazy.

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The second Seonghwa walked through the door to his dorm, he immediately rushed into his room to wash up. He grabbed some comfier clothes and walked back into the shared space were Mingi and San were.

"I'll shower first." He smiled to them and didn't wait for an answer as he went into the bathroom. Mingi and San looked at each other before smiling while shaking their heads.

Seonghwa took the quickest shower he has ever taken. He felt less sweaty, clean, and relaxed from practice. He rentered his room and booted up his switch before he unlocked his phone. He sent a quick text telling you to call him when you were ready then got his phone set up for the video call. He did some fishing and bug catching as he waited.

When he heard the ringtone he quickly answered it.

You seemed to be lying on your stomach with your phone propped up at an angle, your switch in your hands. Seonghwa could see exhaustion clear on your face and he could see some puffiness to your eyes. Concern immediately filled his being.

"Hello, (Y/N). I'm sorry the week hasn't been kind to you." He crooned.

"How much did Woo and Sannie tell you?" There was almost a hint of worry in your voice.

"Only that it was a tiring week and you needed some rest." He gently smiled. "If... you want to talk about it, I am here for you. Only if you want to of course, don't feel like you have to share."

"It wasn't anything major. I've just been assigned a lot of homework, finals are next week, and customers have been a nightmare to deal with." You exhale. "I think today, though, stole the show with rude customers."

"What happened?"

"A lady tossed a book at me because we wouldn't accept it as a return and then some teens made me stay an hour late after closing because they wanted to hide in the store over night." You snort at the absurdity of it.

"I am so sorry its been hard for you. At least your weekend starts now."

"At least I get to play Animal Crossing with you. My mind hasn't been able to relax yet- Oh! And there is a meteor shower happening on my island!" Your face lit up and Seonghwa attempted to ignore the flutter in his chest. "Let me open up the airport for you so you can get some wishes too."

Seonghwa quickly had his avatar fly over to your island.

"Enough about me. How have you been, Hwa?" You lead him to a good vantage point on your island to wish on stars.

"The week has been good. We are practicing a lot for the various performances coming up and we've all been working hard. Sannie almost started a fire in the kitchen." He smiled when he heard you chuckle at that. "I'm glad to see you again, (Y/N)."

"I'm glad too. Sorry for being inactive-"

"You don't have to apologize for that. Life gets busy, we all understand. I just hope things in your life get less stressful for you."

"I'm already feeling better talking and playing Animal Crossing with you, Hwa."

"Good."

"Anything else happen this week? I know you can't say specifics but any antics with the guys?"

Seonghwa smiled as he focused on making his avatar make wishes. "Well, Jongho's been progressing nicely with his vocal training and practice. You didn't hear this from me, but he's been wanting to do a video call with you to show you that. Wooyoung and I did a home-cooked dinner for everyone on Wednesday this week. We all wished you could have joined for that. Hongjoong, Mingi, Wooyoung, and Yeosang engaged in a brief prank war from Monday to Tuesday. I had to put an end to it when the rest of us became collateral. And then Yuhno and San put together everyone in teams for a small free style dance battle..."

He was about to continue on but when he glanced back up at his phone, he saw that you had fallen asleep. His features soften at how adorable you looked, one arm supporting your head while the other outstretched with your Switch still in your loose grasp. He could faintly hear soft snores from your parted lips.

Seonghwa felt a tightness in his chest. He could feel his face and ears flushing with warmth. These are things that he has experienced lately when talking with you. His mind suddenly went back to Wooyoung's earlier question, making his eyes widen.

Oh.

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[nichoswag]

hiii !! i love your writing so much omg🥲🥲 can I request a jo oneshot (f!reader) where the reader is at a convenience store and some older guy starts to prey on her (does that make sense ? 😭) and the reader doesn’t know what to do until she sees jo and asks him to pretend to be her bf or maybe she gives him hints that she’s in need of help. after the guy leaves maybe jo and the reader could exchange numbers or smth ? JDJDJD my english is so bad so idk if that even made sense im so sorry if it didnt 😭 also its totally okay if you’re not comfortable with writing this! im just in need of more jo oneshots (&team oneshots in general) they’ve been stuck in my head for so long 🥲

safe . asakura jo

pairing: stranger!jo x female reader

warnings: stalking, reader is being followed, creepy man, typical saved from a stalker scenario, jo is a total sweetheart, angst and fluff, petnames (babe, pretty)

song rec: young luv - stayc

a/n: sorry for the wait anon. and your english is perfectly fine, i understood it fully! i also feel you so much on the lack of &t content on this app! maybe i'll start doing fic recs to provide you guys with more works by other amazing authors i love!! also, this is a great request and i enjoyed writing it so much!!! enjoy ♡

it's a dark, cold night. the sun set around three hours ago, so it's getting to be pretty late into the night.

you walk down the street clutching your jacket closer to your body, shoulders pulled nearly up to your ears.

that's when you hear footsteps behind you.

the first thing that's odd about this is the fact that this is a route you take home often, and you've literally never run into anyone at this time of night due to the roads all being side streets.

as a normally anxious person, you think of what you've been taught to do in this situation- the most common trick. you take three right turns in a row, not getting lost since you know the roads well. however, even as you come back to where you first heard the footsteps behind you, you can still hear them, and they sound as if they're coming closer.

you panic at this point, speeding up until you're nearly running. the footsteps become faster and louder to match your pace.

you make a sharp turn into a convenience store, but the man follows you inside. noticing the cashier looks like a teen who would likely not be of much help, you settle for heading towards the tall guy in the back near the drinks.

as you get near him, you grab his sleeve, effectively startling him. "did you wait for a long time?" he looks extremely confused. you have to lean up on your toes as much as possible to get closer to his ear because he's so much taller than you. you do so and explain the situation in a whisper as the man walks into the aisle behind you.

he quickly looks concerned and holds your hand, seeming to realize he should play along. "i didn't wait long at all, pretty."

you smile up at him, eternally grateful. you think to yourself that you owe him severely if you ever meet again.

"do you want something to drink?" he asks, seeming to really get into the boyfriend role. still holding your hand tightly, he steps back and gestures to the fridge area for you to pick.

"you don't have to do that, babe," you say, blushing a bit.

"no, no, go ahead. you should really drink something," he insists. "you've been walking for a while, you must be thirsty."

you tilt your head, not sure if he's serious or just playing the role well. he nods his head. you pick out a drink you like and he takes it from your hand and picks out his own drink as well. he walks towards the front of the store still holding your hand.

he looks back at the man who was following you to find him already staring, but he doesn't make any move to come closer to the two of you.

after the nice guy checks out, you both walk out of the store.

"would you like me to walk you home?" he asks. "just to be safe."

you contemplate for a moment before nodding. "i live near here, so it's not that far of a walk. thank you so much for this- and the drink, too."

you both begin to walk in the direction of your house, still hand-in-hand.

"of course," he smiles sweetly. "i hate how careful ladies have to be walking around nowadays... it's crazy that something bad could happen to you even in your own neighborhood."

you huff. "tell me about it. i've only been followed like this a few times, but i hear it happens to a lot of girls my age."

he sighs. "it's ridiculous. oh, i'm jo, by the way."

you smile up at him. "i like that name. i'm ____."

"pretty name for a pretty girl," he cheeses.

you cringe, giggling. "thanks for the compliment, but that was so corny."

he laughs. "i know- i realized after i said it."

you talk and laugh the whole way home, up until you get to your house. you didn't even mean to let him walk you the whole way home, you would've stopped him at the start of your street, but you kind of lost track, being so distracted.

"well, this is it." you turn towards him, finally letting go of his hand. "again, thank you so much. i don't know what i would have done if you hadn't helped me."

he smiles shyly, his face flushed. "no problem. could i maybe get your number? you can text or call me next time something like this happens. i live just down the street, so i'll come running."

you blush, taking his phone to add yourself as a contact. "you're really cute. maybe we could just hang out sometime, no creepy man involved?"

he chuckles. "yeah- that'd be nice."

you say your goodbyes. he watches until you get to your door to make sure you make it inside okay before you see him leave through your window.

you blush as you think of the whole interaction again.

thank you, jo, you think. for making me feel safe.

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[poisoned-pearls]

I have a list of "straight people I respect" and I think I should add momo and okarun

editors note: the list is more of a joke as I have not actually made the list yet. But it exists in my mind

YES ABSOLUTELY. Dude they’re so good

okarun consistently respects momo’s privacy and never sexualizes her. Their first ever real encounter she was stuck in her underwear and was almost assaulted and not only does he tweak the fuck out to protect her (a stranger that was nice to him) he then immediately hands her his own clothes to help her not be basically naked. he also refers to her SOLELY as miss ayase, or Ayase-San, as respect. When he transforms his personality changes a bit, but he is STILL more respectful to her then anyone else, calling her momo-Chan while everybody else just is their first name. The most DEROGATORY thing he’s ever called her is BABE and that was more of a “ur a babe” thing, rather then as like. Baby. ITS ALSO NOT JUST MOMO. HE RESPECTS EVERY WOMAN HE COMES ACROSS. That man has never ONCE looked at any woman inappropriately and it SHOWS

he ALWAYS makes an effort to communicate (they both do) and there’s this one scene-

and while it’s a little bit of that “misunderstanding happens and one won’t talk” it’s also REASONABLE AND RESOLVED LIKE A DAY LATER. Aira WAS trying to kiss him when she saw them.

He then IMMEDIATELY apologizes for touching her

Jumps in front of her to save her from a shot and then IMMEDIATELY pulls back and apologizes again. It’s this man’s first instinct to keep her safe AGAIN and AGAIN. He’s so sweet dude I love okarun #1 okarun defender

also- momo is gyaru! She is feisty and an ACTUAL character with depth and they have a great dynamic. AND okarun gets along with her friends. Her friends think of him as her bf. They’ve jumped in multiple times to be like “NU UH SHES GOT OKARUN-“

And hes tbe first person to defend her, EVERY time

HE WAS SO EXCITED TO HAVE A FRIEND HE DIDNT EVEN CONSIDER ROMANTIC ATTRACTION. HE DOESNT EVEN LOOK AT OTHER GIRLS THIS MAN IS HER GUARD DOG. AND HES WILLING TO SCRAP UP FOR SOMEONE CALLING HER A SLUT

Momos got such a good heart for him too. Like one of their first moments apart she’s just ITCHING to talk to him abt HIS interests. They’ve spent an entire lunch period looking for the other. They’ve been tossed into a bad situation and they’ve been locked in since. She’s helping him find his goddamn balls and it’s so funny bc she acts like a friend would first

These guys are weirdos and it’s great. They’re friends first and like. Actual real people. It’s great

(Also fair warning for anyone interested in the show, first ep has some near sexual assault that can be a lot for some people, which is reasonable. And overall has themes around consent and compassion, but overall in my opinion does a good enough job in the story of desexualizing bodies that when characters end up like. In their underwear it’s either a moment to show someone caring, not an issue, or used for comedy)

Also manga spoilers of more things I like under the cut

This is one of my favorite moments. That man’s abt to go crazy. He was gonna tweak out on him but he immediately went to covering momo and making sure she’s okay…. Whahhh

Grabs and protects her again. This whole arc has moments where the ONLY thing he cares abt is her

I love momo too she’s hilarious. “Gimme a proper confession and also don’t cheat on me before I can get back to normal size. THEN we can kiss”

ARAUAAAAGHH

This whole fight this man is protecting her first and willingly being her shield. This man met one woman who was nice to him (he chose right) and has been defending her like his life depends on it since

[notidkseraphine]

Mj..

Summary: When peter finally asks you out on a date, you're over the moon, heading to a new coffee shop, you're having a great time until Peter slips up.

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings: BADLY written angst.

based off a convo we had in character.ai 🥳 Its kind of set up like reader is looking back at the day, its in past tense mostly

The morning filled you with excitement. It was a huge day! A date with Peter! You had to get ready to impress, so I put on a brand-new outfit, some fresh lipgloss, and my favorite perfume. My mind was racing with all the possibilities for the day ahead. What would happen? Who knows! But I'm already excited for everything! I'd been crushing on Peter for years, and we were finally getting together, I wouldnt go as far as love, yet. But I had felt very strongly for him.

She had never made a move at first as Peter had been with MJ, but they had broken up about 5 months ago, you had been on a few dates already, you felt bad as they were very serious, but Peter assured you he didnt love her anymore. and when Peter first came up to me, asking if I wanted to grab some coffee sometime together, ALONE! I had been over the moon, drifting home that day as if I was stuck in a dream. That was 2 months ago, I was on my way to our 4th ever date.

I break out of my day dream and checked the phone "Shit.." I quickly put some shoes on, The agreed upon time inching closer, and ran out the door. Speeding down the streets of New York, apologising to everyone I was in the way of, I made it. Spotting Peter inside, You waved.

Rushing in, I apologised quickly. "I'm so sorry, I lost track of time" I sit down, sending Peter an apologetic face, He says nothing at first, gazing at you, seemingly in awe. "You look.." He clears his throat. "You look great." He trails off. I grin "Thank you Pete, You look amazing! Is that shirt new?" The conversation flows, Talking about new comics, Star wars, lego sets, The new Jedi Survivor..

We were having a great date. We were laughing, sharing stories, and getting to know each other better. The atmosphere was warm and friendly, with no signs of tension or conflict. Everything was going perfectly so far, and we were enjoying every moment together. I had moved my chair closer to his, resting my hand on his hand sometime as we were talking.

Peter laughs at a joke I make. "I love you MJ" I pause, Peter immediately realises his mistake, his face falling and immediately stuttering, trying to come up with an explanation.

"Mj?" I ask, frowning, He still loves her? "You still love her?" Peter just opens and closes his mouth, not being able to come up with anything. I came to the realisation.

"Am I.. just a rebound?" I ask, feeling upset, standing up and getting ready to leave. Peter grabbed onto my hand. "No.. no. Please dont.." He pleads. "Am I?" I ask again.

Peter dipped his head and muttered "Yes. At fir-" I cut him off. "I probably wouldve been okay with it, helping you get over her, but not if you string me along! And leave me in the dark about it!" I bring my hand out of his, He whimpered slightly, upset and dejected, seeing my eyes glaring into his.

I shaked my head, trying to rid the tears trying to escape my eyes. "Don't call me. I can't trust you." I spat. And left the shop, leaving Peter there, his head hanging low, a few tears of his own escaping.

[voidwritesstuff]

Tooth and Claw

Summary: just a small character study of Rajan Savarimuthu.

Cw:mentions of insects,body horror,death,cosmic horror,body image issues,insecurities, sexism and patriarchy.

->Authorn note: have this,the product of my sleep deprived, bored mind on a 8 hour road trip.

There she was again,at the back end of the room, Sister Rahema in all her Beauty...and horror.

Moonlight shines down on sister Rahema,but its not her no. Its a monster,a thing of stories,a thing from fairy tails,bedtime stories and cautionary tales.

Rajan watches his sweet sister,Aatidka writhe in pain as her bones snap contorting in unatural ways.  It takes him but a moment to realize what she- it is.

--mother mercy- enconsced in whi-white-- His voice shakes with fear,hes frozen in place and its a mystery on how the words find their way out of his mouth-- tends the hungry day and night,lo-loving mother to the poor,dare not enter through her door,mind this verse lest you should meet- please mind her smile and mind her teeth! Your name is known to me great maw! Now unbind me from tooth and claw!

Rahema,the great maw,laughs in pain and rejoice. She reaches and digs into his body,infesting it with her wretched, unholy Essence of pestilence,sickness And plague. Even at his young age,he knows its going something he wont ever be able to get rid of.

--You only saved yourself- Fool-- she gasped out,and as a final act of malice she grabs his sweet sister,tearing her part by part infront of him.

Aatidka's pained screams and the maw's horrible ear shattering laughter Pierces through the air,Getting louder and louder.

And louder

And louder

Until his mind shatters Like a broken mirror and He wakes up in a jolt,cold sweat down his forehead,breath uneven and broken. His body feels weak,his mind is in a haze and it takes him a few solid minutes to realize hes in present time,safe.

The first few Rays of sunshine come through the Windows,heavy curtains drawn to bathe the room in darkness. Despite the terror of the nightmare,hes still tired,exhausted. Feelings of revenge,vindication,justice, they all swirl within him in what can only be described as a maelstorm of feelings.

But there was no point in laying back down to sleep,or so he told himself, the day has started so he should too.

Sunlight burns his eyes as he pulls back the courtains, but the New found warmth of the sun is welcomed by his half asleep brain. This reminds him of One question that he didnt want answered, how much of himself was part insect? Bees had been proven to drop to the ground when the lights go out, during the colder months they hibernate, and he not only got sleepy in cold spaces but also fell asleep as soon as the room was in complete darkness.

Rajan didnt know Wether to find it endearing or feel flustered about It.

He would rather not know,he guessed, some things are best left unkown.

Eventually he finds his way to the bathroom,cold water splashes his face and wakes him up. He shaves and does his routine,takes care of his hair and hopes that this shower washes away the remnants of the nightmare hes got.

It almost works,almost.

There,in the mirror he finds himself looking back. And he knows he shouldnt stare for much time but his resolution fails him today.

His eyes trail to part of his chest and side,the paper and hexagonal cells that plague his body. Hes gotten used to the sight,but not to the feelings it brings.

This is divine punishment,he thought some times,for being selfish,for being weak, not brave enough. All it took was one slip of the tongue and his world shattered into pieces,he Hated himself for Many,Many,Many Years after the incident,hes sure some of that self hate never left. Its festering in his bones alongside those damn pests that live within him.

Rajan feels them writhe,move,coil within his body. The sensation is odd,Like something crawling under his skin,the perpetual buzzing of the insects has become back ground noise but theres been a few days where he couldnt stand the sound,the sensation, those days he usually stayed at home and never left his estate.

Its a burden he must bear,one hes learnt to live with for the most part, hes learnt to controll those things that live in him, hes a walking hive, he thanks the world that he hasnt been in a situation where he had to take off his shirt. This was a secret he had to Keep.

"Men dont have insecurities" the world said "they dont feel weakness or fear, they dont show emotions and they are a fixed point"

Poison,those words were Poison fed as holy gospel to men,he has been victim of it hes sure of it. Maybe from his parents on accident,and the world around him too. He cant remember and hes got enough bad memories resurging already,he does not wish to uncover another corpse of his past.

His hand presses against his side, he feels the buzzing,the movement. One deep breath is all he allows himself before leaving the bathroom and letting his hand hang limp near his hip.

Soon he dresses in his usual attire,his fine button up shirt,ironed,alongside his dress pants. The crevat gets tied around his neck,the collar of his shirt goes up and it brushes his jaw.

The final piece is his coat,ornate,elegant,intimidating. The shoulder pads make him look bigger,stronger,the Velvet material its made out of gives him an air of sophistication,class.

His hand reaches for the knob and then stops.

"Right. Gloves" he thinks,turning Back to see where in the hell he had thrown them last night. The details are fuzzy in his mind,he was too tired to even think or care where his stuff ended up.

It takes him a solid five minutes to find them. Socks and Gloves,his mortal enemies,he always managed to misplace them or Straight up lose them.

But he does manage to find the gloves,shoving them in his jacket's pocket and leaving.

Hes got a place to be,The Antiquarian. He allows himself to get lost in that task, to think something else than the nightmare that plagued Him earlier this morning,maybe with some good breakfast,a good cup of tea and a bit of food he would be back to being himself, or rather what he showed to be himself.

[mini-sae]

Scars

James March × reader

Summary : James kills you to keep you with him.

James never felt regret. He never regretted anything. He never regretted killing before, he never regretted making victims and killers. He never regretting all the sad ghosts walking in his hotel. He didn't even regretted all he did to his ex-wife.

That was before you.

He felt something at the moment he laid eyes on you. A pique of interest. An ounce of curiosity.

So he followed you around ( discreetly, of course ), and tried to get to know you. But you were an enigma. A guarded little thing. You spoke a lot to people, but you reaveled almost nothing about yourself.

He specifically asked, more ordered, the other ghosts to not hurt you. Not yet. He enjoyed seeing you going off and on his hotel. Getting addicted to the joy he felt when you finally walked through the doors. Illuminating the room and his heart.

And if he was being honest, he liked knowing that you didn't feel trapped in here. That you took joy coming back home. Coming back to him. Seeing that you were, he decided to approach you. For real, this time.

You were in one of the chairs, in the hall of the hotel. You liked to work surrounded by people. Unlike him. But it was one of the cutest thing he ever seen.

- May I sit here ?

You looked up at him and nodded gently. Oh those eyes. He has seen them a lot but they never looked at him before. Not directly and not consciously.

A voice in his head told him that you weren't a great beauty. You weren't perfect like that goddess he used to be married with. His taste for perfection always pushed him to look for the best.

But he didn't care. He liked how small you were. He liked your tiny hands and your kindness. He liked that you were dressed very simply even if you deserved way better.

To him, you were perfect.

So he sat in the chair in front of you and introduced himself. You two talked for about an hour, and when you excused yourself to leave, he was excited as he was frustrated.

He got to talk to you, but he didnt learn anything he already knew. You knew how to turn the tables and avoid personal questions. You were good.

He vowed himself to talk to you again the next day and this time, he will get something out of you.

But that's not what happened.

Instead, he drove a knife through your heart.

Which wasn't planned, not at all.

He had an evil plan on action. Again. Someone like John, that he was grooming. But way more bloodthirsty and wild.

James was watching him stabbing and stabbing some poor man on a vacation. He was enjoying it until he heard a gasp.

He turned around and saw you at the door, petrified.

- Y/N. It's okay. I can explain...

But as he was walking to you, you were snapping out of your trance. You left the room, running as fast as you can. The young psycho got up to catch you, but James stopped him right away.

He was the one to catch you.

He grabbed you from behind and turned you to face him.

- Y/N listen to me.

- Please, let me go. I won't say anything.

He couldn't say what hurts the most. Your pleading, your fear of him, your need to get away from him. If you did, you would never come back. He was sure of that. No, no. You had to come back. Actually, you just had to stay.

He didn't even think. Really think. He just knew that it wanted it to be fast. He didn't wanted it to hurt. You shouldn't be hurt. Not by anyone, not even him.

The look of pure shock on your face was hard to watch. He didn't mind the mess, but that look of hurt, shock and pain was unbearable.

He held you as you were losing balance.

- I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.

He fell on his knees so he could keep you in his arms. He strongly held the back of your neck With one hand while gently stroking your cheek with the other.

It took only a few seconds. But as he was holding your dead body, he felt it for the first time. Regret.

He was glad he did this. He was happy knowing that you'll be here forever. But this was nothing compared to the guilt he felt for taking your life. You'll never getting out of here again, and he knew you never wanted this.

Whatever it was that was waiting for you, it will always wait. Whatever you wanted to go to, you'll never will. And that was because of him.

He carried your body in one of the rooms of his floor. He laid you down on the bed and sat on the edge. Waiting for you. Until you finally wake up for good.

And what a brutal awakening you had.

He told you everything. Absolutely everything. He told you the things he had done. He told you what this place was. What the people in it were. And that now, you were one of them.

He tried to calm you down when you bursted in tears.

- I can't be dead. I have to go home. I have to...

You just couldn't believe it.

James putted his hand on your back to soothe you.

- It's going to be okay. You'll do good, you'll find a way to have a life here. I'll help you.

- Why did you do this to me ? - You said in a sad tone.

- I had to. I had to do it because...

- No, you wanted to. You said you were a killer. And you were training another killer. It's... It's murder. I've been murdered.

You laughed quietly but there was something hysterical in it.

- Y/N please.

- I want to go back in my room. I want to be alone. I can be alone, right ?

James got up when you did.

- Of course. You can do anything you want.

You were gone before he was done talking. That's how fast you wanted to be away from him.

That lasted weeks. Months even. You would go out of your room sometimes. But only to talk to Liz or Sally. And everytime James would walk into the same room as you, you were ready to go.

You knew you could go anywhere in this place. Sally told you that James let you access to the seventh floor.

- Why would I go in that place ? - You asked her.

She laughed a little.

- There's not just torture's rooms. There's also a grand living room. A study room. Beautiful ancient bedrooms. You're actually one of the very few allowed there.

You turned that down, of course. But the days were all the same. And you couldn't still accept that you'll spend eternity here as a ghost. You were dead. You felt dead on the inside.

But as time went by, you grew more bored and bored, and the study room started to attract you. Reading was one of your favorite activities when you were alive.

And one day, you just gave it a try. Trying to calm your fear of James as you were heading to the seventh floor.

You saw it already, but it was still weird to see how it was different from the rest of the hotel. It was like entering an ancient time.

You walked past a few doors, realizing you didn't know where was the room you were looking for. You timidly opened a few doors until you found yourself in a disgusting room. Those objects were so scary.

You felt a cold shiver running down your spine. You were about to run again when a voice froze you.

- It's down the hallway, on the left.

You turned to see James, who were eyeing you from the frame of his bedroom's door.

- No, it's fine actually. I shouldn't have come.

- Please. Go in there and take whatever you'd like. You have nothing to be scared of.

You nodded and went were he said.

You hated him, but you hated even more when he was being kind to you. You were drawn to kindness, like to a safe place.

But he wasn't kind. He was a killer. Your killer. A sadist murderer.

But you tend to forget it every time you see his beautiful face and hear his reassuring words. Gosh you were weak, you thought to yourself.

James was pacing in his room. He heard you coming from the elevator. He recognized your light footsteps right away.

He waited weeks for that day to come. When you'd felt less frightened to dare come back here.

He didn't want to talk to you. He wanted you to just feel safe here. And comfortable. At least, as much as you could be. And he knew seeing him wouldn't do that for you. You were still too afraid of him.

But he couldn't resist. He had to see you. And seeing you and hearing you felt like a blessing.

He felt happy like that. Even though you weren't in the same room. You were enjoying something that was his, on his floor, near him. It was a huge step. He would take scraps if that's what you wanted to give. He'd take anything.

He was well aware of his feelings for you. He craved your presence mor than anything. What he used to feel for the Countess was laughable compared to what he feels for you. The Countess was a prize. The greatest he had, but still, nothing but a possession.

But you ? Oh he wanted you. He wanted to give you everything you wanted. He wanted to know that you were safe, okay, happy. He needed to be near you.

He wanted to possess you. Not as an object but as his and only his. His woman. His darling. The girl who had him wrapped around her finger and didn't even know it.

No you didnt know you had him. You didn't know you've changed him. The first great change in him was his murderous needs. He hadn't killed since he killed you. Just the idea of it repulses him. How would you react if he killed again ? In the same place where you live ? He would never take the chance to find out.

You two started this pattern for a few weeks. You would come every day to read and he would just get out of his room to say hello to you.

You didn't like the way you were looking forward to this. The reading, yes. But also the few seconds with him.

You wanted to hold on to your hatred but it was slowly slipping away.

- Y/N. Liz voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

- I need to ask you a big favor, I'm afraid.

- Please, go ahead.

Liz was your favorite person in the hotel. You liked Sally, but Liz was so special.

- I want to throw a big party for the next week event. But I need the approval.

- Who's approval ?

- The owner.

She looked down while saying this. Knowing how you felt towards the owner.

- You want me to ask him ?

- Yes. I would do it myself, but I know he's in a pretty bad mood the days. But I think if it comes from you...

You found silly that she believed that. James had no problem of killing. He'll have no problem of saying no for some party.

But Liz was your friend and you wanted to do something for her. You could at least try.

So here you were, knocking on James door. When nobody answered after the third knock, you decided to try to see if he was in there.

- James ? - You asked as you slowly walk into the bedroom.

It was a beautiful room. Very 1920's. Another door opened from the other side of the room.

- Y/N ? Is something wrong ?

He wore nothing but a towel around his waist. You felt your cheeks heating while watching his muscular chest and broad shoulders.

- I'm sorry, I shouldn't have entered. It's just... Well I...

You were so embarrassed you wanted to hide.

- That's alright. Please let me put something on.

He turned his back on you to grab a shirt and a pair of pants.

That was the first time you saw them.

The scars.

Douzens of very old scars adorning his back.

He went back inside the bathroom, you guessed, and came back fully dressed.

He was a beautiful man. That was hardly to debate.

- So please tell me.

You told him about Liz and her party. Waiting the refusal.

- Of course she can.

You looked at him with big eyes.

- Really ?

- Yes, really. - He said with a soft smile.

And for the first time since you were dead, you smiled back at him.

It was like a sunbath. He would keep that image in his head forever and ever.

- Thank you. She'll be happy to hear that. And again, I'm sorry for entering your room like that.

You were about to leave when he stopped you.

- Y/N.

He sighed before coming closer to you.

- You can ask me anything, you know that ? And you're more than welcomed here. Anytime you want.

- There is something I'd like to ask but I'm afraid to overstep.

- Anything.

He was watching you closely. You tried to see any hint of a serial killer, but you couldn't. Only soft kindness, interest, and something you couldn't describe.

- I noticed the marks on your back. I was wondering how...

You were twisting your hand, expecting a violent reaction.

- Oh.

His smile dropped but he didn't seem angry. He looked sad and tormented.

- You don't have to say it. I know it's a private question.

You involuntary took a step toward him.

He sits on his bed and runs a hand through his hair.

- It was my father.

Then for the next hours, you talked and talked. About his father and what kind of a man he was. Which explained a lot about the kind of man James became.

You talked about the Countess. About this hotel. And, at his demand, you talked about you.

Talking about your life made you sad. You missed it, greatly. But you were starting to like it here. Some bits, some people.

It felt good. Maybe James was not the best choice to have this conversation with, but it felt good to talk about this.

So you did it again. Every day, you would spent time with James and talk for hours. He tells you everything about him. But being an almost one hundred year old ghost, he had a lot to say.

And you listened. The good, the bad and the horrible. But you were not so shocked anymore. Especially that he wasn't killing anymore.

That was the top subject among the other ghosts. The owner stopped murdering people. Surely he wasn't feeling well.

That couldn't been more wrong..

He never felt so good. He felt calm and peaceful. Listening to your stories and telling you his.

You weren't really afraid anymore. He could see how relaxed and calm you've grown to be in his presence.

And he was falling more in love with you with every day. He wanted to tell you so much. He was dreaming of you loving him too. It would never happened, of course. But he allowed himself to fantasize about it.

But it did happen.

It was a day when one of the ghosts got really mad at Sally over a stupid reason and you took her defense. The ghost slapped you real hard and all hell broke loose.

Sally went maniac on the ghost while the others gathered around. Liz got you out of there but before she could say anything, everyone went silent.

James was walking through the group of people and grabbed the ghost who hitted you by the neck.

- We need to find the proper punishment for this one.

You saw everyone shivered and step back from them.

Suddenly a horrible beast came running, took the ghost, and went back to where it came from.

James came to you, and softly caressed your cheek.

- Are you okay, dear ?

You nodded and he gently took your hand to lead you to his floor.

- What will happened to her ? - You asked in the elevator.

- Let's just say she'll never lay a finger on you ever again.

You shivered at that. James told you that he could control the ghosts cause they knew what he was capable of.

A part of you wanted to urge him to stop that. It was a stupid fight and just a slap. But another part of you, a much darker one, was thrilled about having someone who's willing to hurt anyone to defend or protect you.

Which everyone was aware of now.

- James. Thank you. I...

You feel him grabbing your face and the next thing you know, his lips are on yours.

You put your hands on his arms and kiss him back.

You didn't even know how much you wanted this. Wanted him. He is soft yet so firm. You moaned into his mouth and he let out a little laugh, his forehead against yours.

- I love you. I'm sorry for what I did to you. I am. But I couldn't let you leave. I couldn't let you leave me.

And just like that, the obvious took you by surprise. You loved him too. The way you ended up craving his presence as he was craving yours. The way you just got passed everything he did. The way you wanted more. Always more.

- I love you too.

He looked at you as if he couldn't believe you.

- It's okay. You don't have to say that. I'm fine with just being with you.

You smile and put your hand around his neck.

- I love you, James.

His smile was so beautiful. His eyes never looked so bright and his hands were holding you so close to him.

- I'll do everything to make you happy. I promise this to you, my love.

- I think I already am.

[fangirlstorycreator]

I was the one to request John liking us when we are married I meant in like he's in love with us

Of course 😊 thank you for the request 💚

Kk3: ever since you got married to Terry, married life had been better than you thought it could be. He was always so happy to be around you, constantly calling you wifey, and showing off his wedding ring. One day, you visit him at work to give him a packed lunch he forgot at the house. "Babe? Are you hear?" You call out when you enter the dojo. "Baby!" Came Terry's voice as he happily bounds over to you, giving you a big hug. "What brings you hear baby?" "I was just about to do some shopping when I saw that you left your lunch in the kitchen. So I thought I'd drop it off for you" he kisses you happily, you can even feel his smile through the kiss. "You are the best baby, or should I say wifey" "you call me that all the time terry" "because your my wife! And I love it. I will be right back, I'll just pop this in the fridge around the back. Kissing you on the cheek, he quickly makes his way out of the room. As you wait for him, John walks in. "Hey Y/N" "hey John, how are you?" "Yeh I'm good thanks. You hear to see Terry?" "Yeh I just popped in to give him the lunch he forgot. I'll be out of your hair in a moment" he starts walking towards you. "Ah, there's no need to go yet, I missed your company" "oh, that's nice to say" he is now very close to you, but it makes you uncomfortable. "You know Y/N, I never knew what you saw in terry" "uhh, what?" "Hes so childish, and immature. Someone like you deserves a man...like me..." you cant belive your ears! Is John really coming on to you? "What the hell John? I'm married to Terry! YOUR best friend!" Your now backed up against the wall as he gets closer. "Come on Y/N, let me show you what your missing..." he tries to reach out to you, but you smack him right in the face, just as Terry walks in. "John! Are you seriously trying it on with my wife?!" He shouts as he storms over to us and stands infront of me, blocking me from john. "She slapped me Terry! And your angry at me?" "You tried it on with my wife! You deserved that slap! Dont you ever come near her again" Terry puts his arm around you and guides you out of the dojo. "I cant belive him! How dare he do that to you! I'm sorry he did that baby" "Terry it's alright. He got what he deserves, and I would never ever do that to you" "i know baby, i love you" "I love you too"

CK: you and Terry had just got back from your honeymoon, and had spent 2 days relaxing at home before either of you had to go back to work. One afternoon, John popped around for a chat and coffee. You were reading in your room at the time and didnt realise John was there, so when you went to the kitchen to grab a drink, your surprised to see Terry and John chatting with a coffee. "Oh! Hey john, I didnt know you were hear" "hey Y/N, yeh I just wanted to come by and see how the newlyweds weds are" "oh were great. The hotel was right by the beach and the sea was so beautiful. I spent so much time swimming in the sea and watching all the wildlife" Terry then says "it was a struggle getting her out of the water most of the time" "I love the sea, what can I say" you both chuckle, you kiss him on the cheek and proceed to make yourself a drink. "Oh John, I was going to show you the photos, I'll be right back" Terry leaves the kitchen and heads to the bedroom, leaving you and John on your own. "So Y/N, did you enjoy yourself?" "Yes I did. The honeymoon was so lovely. But it's even nicer knowing that I married my best friend. I dont know how I got so lucky. I love him so much" John just frowns and looks to the table. "You know something Y/N....things could have been a lot diffrent" "what do you mean John?" He looks you right in the eye. "I could have given you everything" your very confused, why was he saying this? "John? What are you talking abou-" "it should have been me Y/N! It should have been ME sharing my life with you" he stands up and walks very close to you, you take a step back, not liking this side of John. "John, this is crazy, your not thinking straight-" "it's not crazy Y/N, I've wanted you for so long, why? Why did you have to marry him?!" "John, please stay away from me, I dont like you in that may. I love terry" "why?!" The room is silent, as Terry walks back in, standing right behind John. "I really thought I knew you John. It seems I was wrong" "Terry, listen i-" "your seriously trying it on with my wife? How could you? You know she means the world to me and you betray mine and Y/Ns trust but doing this?" "Terry...you dont deserve her!" As quick as a flash, Terry gets John in a headlock and leads him to the front door. Opening the door, he kicks him through and out onto the path. "If I ever see you, or witness you speak or approach Y/N again, I will show you no mercy! Get away from our house!" John stares you both down, then gets up and storms away from the house. Closing the door behind him, you pull Terry in for a hug. "Terry I'm so sorry that happened. I honestly didnt know John was going to say that. Hes unbelievable! I love you and I would never-" your cut off by Terry pulling you in, and kissing you very passionately. When you both take a breath, he looks deep into your eyes. "I love you with all my heart Y/N. I know you would never do anything with john, or any other man. I trust you with my life and would never distrust you. John really over stepped the mark tonight. I hate him for how he spoke to you and mad you feel. I will never let that asshole back in this house again"

[emperornero]

Top 3 Favourite Nero and Petro random moments

3. that one chapter written from the pov of marcus reading a letter from petronius where he describes the trip to greece nero made him go on and petronius is annoyed by every single thing on it. like usual . and talks about how nero was having nightmares and that he was stressed before performing in front of a big audience and right before nero went on stage and was still talking with petronius nero grabbed his hand and placed it on his heart to show how stressed he truly was. petronius didnt write how this specific interaction made him feel but i imagine him standing there stiff as all hell with a poker face just looking nero in the eyes while nero is pretty much dying from stress about to pass out [chapter 18]

2. when nero petronius and marcus were in anzio and nero wanted to go on a walk with them [mostly with petronius but marcus happened to be there too third-wheeling] and so they talk about poetry and shit and marcus doesnt really want to be there but wont leave because the fucking emperor made him be there and at some point nero starts talking about when he was younger and about his mother and petronius is just like yep i know I know your tragic backstory please get help. and then some messenger from rome arrives [kurwa wojciech jaszczur olszański w polskim filmie xd] and tells them that a fire just started in rome . and the reactions are as follows : nero joyous happy smiler. petronius worried but doesnt care enough to show it. marcus FUCK LET ME GO HEY NERO SORRY IM LEAVING I NEED TO FIND LIGIA [chapter 41]

1. pretty much all of chapter 49 which i talked in-depth before . the one during the great fire of rome where nero discusses finding a scapegoat for it with the people closest to him. and for the first time ever petronius openly criticizes him and is somewhat agressive to him [understandably so] which makes nero realise that up to this point petronius has been faking being nice to him and that he doesnt even like him . this chapter hits hard and since all the ones focused on these two are by default the best it is also in my opinion the best BEST one . oh and also tigellinus shows up a lot in it . tigellinus and these two interacting is always interesting to see

[icharchivist]

i completely relate to your feelings for the ff7 remake. its so crushing when you love something and then the remake/sequel/whatever carries its name but butchers the themes so thoroughly that you feel like they didnt understand what made the original so great to begin with. it just feels like a lazy cash grab. looking at every disney remake specifically. or i love this manga that has been going for 1000+ chapters and i wish it would end. i love it dearly its so nostalgic and it was like the first manga i ever read but the characters have become 2d caricatures of themselves and have lost their personality and it just kind of makes me sad. and i agree that a choice like killing aerith hurts because you love the character but it was meaningful and gave characters depth and raised the stakes and just not doing it in the remake because shes so beloved is missing the entire point. i just completely get it and while im not that attached to ff i completely get how youre feeling and why youre so annoyed. it looks great but whats the point if the story doesnt match? themes are so so important and your explanation of how ff7 is about the conflict between nature and industrialization and how aerith represents the planet itself sort of makes a lot of sense. its a really deep story with a lot of thought put into it and her death is so symbolic and important to the story itself. yes shes adorable and beloved but killing her feels like the only right move. its so integral. so yeah jail for square enix for disguising their fanfic sequel as a remake. jail for 1000 years.

aaah nonny thank you 😭💞

while i'm sad the feeling is all too well known it is reassuring at least to find people who relate to it, so thank you for sharing that thought.

the Disney remakes are also a huge pet peeve of mine in term of missing themes or fixing things that don't need to be fixed, but honestly i've given up caring about them at least, and the original always still stand very well on its own even now that it's just *shrugs* whatever yknow, if some people want to connect with the remakes so be it.

for the ff7 remake it irks me a little more since i know people tend to not like getting into older games in general. and with 7 having had many entries to the saga, the original game clashed in gameplay and designs, which threw a lot of people off from playing it.

And it's wild bc i can't exactly call the remake lazy, the amount of work is seen everywhere, but it does feel extremely cynical. Like idk the moment you bring a meta textual level criticizing the fans for wanting to keep the story like it was before, it ends up feeling personal rather than an actual thoughtful approach on the story.

As for like, super long sequels that ends up ruining the spirit of the original, gooood yeah. sometimes it's good when a series can properly end. Fans can do the "keeping the story alive" part just fine we don't need to milk it until the characters are no longer enjoyable...

I am also glad that my POV on Aerith's death and its thematical importance makes sense to you also 🥺 It's a death i feel strongly about because it's genuinely way better done than people give it credit for and i've seen too many takes missing the point that it's something i've been ruminating about for years. (i've read takes about how it's fridging women again for Cloud's manpain and it irks me a lot bc this is not what fridging is and while yeah Cloud suffers from it since yknow, he's the protagonist so we follow his own journey through pain - it's not about Cloud, not just about him anyway. There was also how in ff15 Lunafreya's death was compared to Aerith's by the lead developer and to me it really gives the perfect counter example on how meaningful Aerith's death was to ff7 if you compare it in details to Luna's.)

and of course Aerith is fantastic and i wish, on an emotional level, for her to be alive, but it's not the narratively satisfying ending imo, and any scenario where she doesn't die undo most of the story moving forward.

and honestly it's just. idk kinda sad, that they took back the original dev team from ff7 for this remake, and yet they went into this direction. I do remember that there were tons of interviews about doing right to the fans and honoring the characters the fans came to love so much (it was especially a Kitase's interview where he was especially talking about Sephiroth and Zack, two characters who shouldn't have appeared in the remake at the time, and that i found extremely noticeable bc i have an interview of Kitase in a magazine dating from 2015 where he mentions how much he was always pissed off by Zack's popularity and didn't understand why fans loved him so much.). And so it's like. is it really just fanservice for the sake of fanservice, wanting so much to please the fans you ignore the themes you put in the game? or were all of the themes genuinely accidental??? or the fact it was 25 years ago means it's too far away for them to be remembered as such??

Ad i do think it's even sadder considering how relevant the OG's themes are to our modern days in general.

So yeah, i'm sad the remake went in such a different direction, i feel a bit cheated, but especially i'm bewildered how much it betrays the original themes more than just being different yknow? like i said with the whole "the whole game was about coping with the denial that makes you rewrite your own life and be easily manipulable as a result, so why make the whole remake about "let's rewrite this timeline actually""

but HELP yeah that's definitely a fanfic alright *mumbles* and i've read better ones.

jail!!! jail for a thousand years!!!!!

thank you for your understanding nonny <3333

[katar-1-na]

hello im gonna post my poetry here and then i am not gonna take it down because deep down i am proud of it and i think it sounds beautiful.

i would love to hear feedback about any of them. positive or negative.

evangelical:

how i long for that burgundy padded pew

every sunday

mrs.conner beating on those ivory keys

the sun spilling through those cheap plastic blinds

sitting quietly listening to the word

deep breaths in and out when something didnt feel right

wiping the tears from the alter while i was still on my tippy toes

that’s just how my daddy raised me

there was comfort within those four walls

a community stronger than anything else i was ever apart of

hands up, praising

humming until the chandeliers shook

reading the bible, feeling safe

secure in death and all

a certain stillness to it

that’s just how my mama raised me

that was before i messed everything up

eight years old and crying out

begging for god to pull him off of me

to possess him with some goodness

turn him away

away from that burgundy padded pew

taking deep breaths in and put because in that moment, nothing felt right

and i told mama

and she said, “child he would never he’s a man of god.”

and i told daddy

and he said, “ accusations like that can cost someone everything. go to your room an ask forgiveness for the lies you have told”

after that, daddy said a great malice had grown in my heart, reflected it’s evil in my eyes.

so every day for two years i scrubbed my whole body down with a bar of lye soap

trying desperately to wash him off

was out the malice too

praying to god to make that impurity leave

“what did i do wrong”

i knew that it had happened

my dress must’ve been far too short that easter

taking deep breaths in and out over and over and over and over

i sat on the edge of my grandmothers quilt

squeaking back and forth

i sang for forgiveness until i fell asleep

come thou fount of every blessing

tune my heart to sing thy grace

streams of mercy never ceasing

call for songs of loudest praise

i was hanging onto that cross for dear life

it wasn’t one day, it wasn’t some snap of the fingers

no.

it was a long descent, one i still haven’t found the finish line to.

does it end in the worms having their way? i would be fine with that

ultimate peace as the grass sways above me

the gift of not knowing

or does it end in some pearly gate?

that’s good too

seeing the people that i miss so desperately

how i long for that burgundy padded pew, the way it was before.

warmth:

my body longs for the warmth of summer;

my body longs for the warmth of another,

this makes the lonely winter treacherous my skin prickles at the feeling of the cold air against my skin,

instead of the dew that should cause it.

summer is safe.

i guarantee myself life just to know i can live another summer;

a summer in which i live with another.

that is my reassurance.

peaches:

men laugh at peaches.

their vulgar minds picturing reproductive organs and nothing more.

but this comparison to women and peaches is not invalid.

peach pits are poisonous.

girlhood is growing fruit around cyanide.

this is very difficult for men to swallow.

critical differences:

There is a difference between you and I.

I travel in a pack, even to the bathroom.

You think it’s weird.

I never wear shorts in public.

You think I’m a prude.

I don’t touch a bottle. It opens a gateway of blame.

Well she was drunk, what was she expecting?

You don’t glance twice when you grab for yours. If anything it’ll excuse your actions.

He couldn’t help it, he was drunk!

I ask a question. It is assumed I know nothing or that I’m nosy.

Ignorant.

You ask a question and are praised for your curiosity or your attention to detail.

Inquisitive

I raise my voice because from birth my cries have not been heard.

Please, just listen to me!

You raise your voice because someone dares to not obey your every command.

Please, just listen to me!

I cry sometimes when I’m sad. That makes me crazy.

You never cry, it’s not allowed. Instead, you break your knuckles. That’s more normal.

I mourn that for you, maybe you could’ve been good…

I like primping, my nails, my hair, my outfit. I am so selfish. Or maybe I’m another whore.

You do not worry about ridicule, dressed up or not. Neither will cause a ripple in your workplace.

I walk faster in the dark.

Yea, just stay on the phone with me until I get back to my car.

You get offended that I suggest my reality exists.

She thinks she’s gonna get raped walking back to her car. These goddamn feminazis.

My friends and I talk about our terrifying encounters. Cry about it in unison.

You suggest that your friend “must’ve liked it” You all laugh at him.

I know the difference between Yes and No.

You think that those lines can be blurred.

Well, she didn’t say no…

Do you see the difference?

I am every woman. Even if they are hiding behind some facade. Even then it is them attempting to protect themselves from you.

You are a piece of trash.

We should change our rhetoric from

“No boy will want you if you continue spouting that feminist bullshit” to “No girl will want you if you keep being a misogynistic asshole.”

Stop policing women’s reality to make men more comfortable.