#when she knows im halfway across the country. :(

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[autumnalhalcyon]

I uh. Think i know why my grandma was telling me to visit within the week now.

[lewisvinga]

my american boy! | logan sargeant x fem! reader

summary; despite living in a country halfway across the world and rarely seeing logan, y/n will always love her american boy

fc; ningning

warnings; 1 kinda suggestive comment

notes; requested!

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yourusername: when you’re out n about & american boy sends u $$$ to buy flowers 🥹🥹

username: ‘american boy’ IMSICH I LOVE THEM

username: i need an american boy too

logansargeant: anything for my girl from the other side of the world ❤️‍🩹

yourusername: getting on my knees for u fr🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

logansargeant: ft??😁

yourusername: ON IT

lilymhe: BARLBARK BARK (louder than logan)

yourusername: BARKBARKBARK (louder than alex)

username: the way he’s in hungary but still manages to buy her flowers 🥹🥹

username: how’d they even meet?

username: she used to be neighbors w him when she lived in miami for a few years! they started dating right before she moved away to her parents’ country!

yourusername uploaded to their story!

[caption 1; when bae lets u rant for an hour about the annoying mcdonald’s worker] [caption 2; goodnight 🩵 ]

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logansargeant: american boy got hacked from the other side of the world XXD

alex_albon: oh dear

yourusername: i can steal ur gf dont test me albono !!

lilymhe: she’s right she can

alex_albon: logan wouldn’t appreciate that

logansargeant: he’s right i wouldn’t

alex_albon: normal typing! it’s actually logan!

logansargeant: maybe i’m still y/n

alex_albon: no :p :D :3 , i know that’s you logan!

username: SHES SO CUTE

username: i love them your honor

yourusername: woah who is that cutie?? is she single 🤩

logansargeant: no she’s happily taken by her favorite american boy😁

yourusername: i bet her american boy is very very cute 😵‍💫😵‍💫

oscarpiastri: awh you made him blush!

logansargeant: don’t believe him

username: he trusts her enough w his instagram pw???? IM GOING XRAZY

username: logan is the biggest green flag

username: ‘XXD’ how can u hate her?????

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yourusername: weekends in summer ^o^

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lilymhe: i love my boyfriends boyfriends girlfriend 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

yourusername: and i love my boyfriends boyfriends girlfriend !

username: her relationship w lily >>>

username: gorgeous gorgeous girls !

username: williams wags>>>

logansargeant: the prettiest girl to ever exist, thank you for always supporting me❤️❤️‍🩹

yourusername: ur #1 cheerleader from wherever! :p

logansargeant: also, how did you get the last picture? i’ve never???? seen it?????

yourusername: i might have a source that is around u all the time to send me pics of u (alex)

alex_albon: snitch!

username: those cupcakes look so good omgg

username: the way they make long distance relationships work gives me hopes for mine 🥹

username: yall think they’re gonna hang out during summer break??

username: i really hope so:/ it’s been months since they’ve seen each other :/

yourusername uploaded to their story!

[caption 2; serious girlies before going on girls trip:p ( + stinky alex )]

alex_albon replied to your story!

alex_albon

that’s a lot of shit talking for someone who just bought u an iced oat milk latte

yourusername

thx lily’s bf

logan used to buy me lattes 💔

alex_albon

what a surprise you’ll have *deleted*

yeah yeah you’re welcome for that croissant too🙄

lilymhe uploaded to their story!

[caption 1: before boarding the plane;] [caption 2; 5 mins after boarding the plane ( the plane hasn’t even left ) ;]

logansargeant replied to your story!

logansargeant

and she doesn’t have a single clue?

lilymhe

do u know ur gf

she’s as clueless as a ladybug

logansargeant

yeah true , but i love my clueless ladybug

lilymhe

she’s been talking about u a lot more than usual

she’s upset that you had ‘plans in miami’ during the week of your 3 year anniversary

she keeps talking about u logan HSLP ME

logansargeant

i get to cancun tomorrow early morning

keep her stable with iced oat milk lattes and croissants till then

lilymhe

alex and i are already one step ahead of you🫡🫡

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logansargeant: surprise! happy 3 years, my pretty girl. i love you 💗

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: WAHHH

alex_albon: that’s how u sounded when he surprised you

yourusername: IT HAD BEEN 9 MONTHS OH HOW I’VE MISSED YOU D:

logansargeant: FACETIMING FOR HOURS WASN’T ENOUGH!!

yourusername: happy 3 years 💓💓 i love you sooooo much , my american boy, i’m gonna kiss u rn

logansargeant: omw to the room 🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

username: PARENTS REUNITED

username: mother and father are together again for their anniversary 😭😭😭❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

username: a relationship like them pls

username: he surprised her in cancun??🥹

lilymhe: cute n all but can i have my gf back ?😕

logansargeant: no. i haven’t seen her in months. you saw her last week. 🤬

alex_albon: lily???🧐

yourusername: tee hee :P

alex_albon: thank you so much alex for making sure y/n didn’t get lost in the airport, plane, or the hotel !

alex_albon: you’re welcome, logan! so nice to be appreciated !

logansargeant: thanks i guess 🙄

alex_albon: … i’ll take it!

username: LILY AND ALEX WERE WITH THEM?

username: awh a williams vacay!

oscarpiastri: surprised logan didn’t spoil the surprise sooner, he would’ve told the whole paddock if i didn’t stop him😭

logansargeant: hey! i tried!

yourusername: leave my american boy alone !!😞

[r0ttenhearts]

never made it

scaramouche x long distance! reader

sypnosis: the distance between you and scaramouche weighs heavily on your relationship

warnings: angst, no comfort, arguments; fuckboy scara, suggestive themes mentioned

graduation day. the day scaramouche looked forward to since his first year, working tirelessly to earn his degree from vahumana. with his diploma in hand, he stepped outside, his thumb hovering over the small call icon on his phone. he had one person in mind to tell about his big day; you.

you had known scaramouche since his days in secondary school. as much as he had hated to admit it at the time, he was fond of you. he never admitted it out loud to you until your freshman year of high school.

naive and young, you both loved each other with all you could give.

that was until your senior year. you had different dreams that resulted in scaramouche applying to a university on the other side of teyvat. you were understanding, not wanting to hold him back from his dreams. so you made a promise. a promise to stay together and reunite once you both completed college. you would give the long distance thing a try.

scaramouche tapped on the call button next to your contact, fingers nervously tapping on the paper he held in his grip.

“scara?” your voice it’s usual gentle tone you held when addressing scaramouche.

“i finally graduated.”

he paused, noticing your silence on the other line.

“i can come home now.” he spoke gently into his phone.

“that’s great scara. im happy for you.” you seemed off to him. he thought you’d be more excited for the news that he’d be returning home to you, but you sounded indifferent.

“yeah, i can come home now and get back to you and all the things i missed out on.” he smiled at the thought, being back home with you and the country he had known his whole life.

“what do you mean, get back to me?”

“you know, get to be together again. but in person, no more facetime calls.” he nervously laughed.

“you left me seven months ago scara.”

“what’re you talking about. (y/n)?” scaramouche no longer felt at ease from when he had first started the call.

“you left me for the girl from the rtawahist darsha.”

“that’s not funny, (y/n). cut the bullshit; i wouldn’t do that. not so close to grad.”

“but you did scara.”

he heard you sigh on the other side of the line.

“this isn’t real.”

“what do you mean it isn’t? im talking to you right now.”

“we stopped talking completely when you left me. you cheated and cut me off completely.”

“i wouldn’t do that to you, (y/n). this isn’t fucking funny.” his heart was racing, voice raised to almost a shout.

“why don’t you ask haypasia then?” you spoke coldly now, the gentle tone you held was now gone.

that’s right, he had almost forgotten. admist the four years scaramouche had been away at college, he had grown bored of you. he no longer wanted to read words on a screen or see you through his phone screen. it wasn’t enough.

he had grown pent up from not touching a girl, or rather you, for over three years.

so he decided to do something about it. he wouldn’t let you hold him back. what did it matter if you were in a relationship but halfway across teyvat?

scaramouche had little to no trouble getting haypasia to go out with him. he had been partners with her over a collaborative assignment their houses had partnered up for and could tell just how infatuated she was with him.

he didn’t regret it when he invited her back to his dorm room, or when he would hold her in his arms, your calls and messages left on delivered.

as much as he enjoyed the time with haypasia, he still had one thing to take care of. you. your calls and messages would be sent more often now, your worry and concern only irked him more and more whenever he would think about you.

you were worried something terrible had happened to him as he would reply less and less to your messages, your friday night facetime dates now going missed. you were worried for him, but he was so vague and so cold. but you loved him. so you stayed.

so for your birthday he gave you the best gift he could think of.

the truth.

he broke the news to you on the phone. he had found someone else, someone better.

“i just can’t do the distance anymore.” he irritably sighed. he could hear you breaking with every word, shaking breath, and long pauses inbetween every word you spoke.

“you should have told me. i would have applied to the akademiya with you scara. you promised me. you promised you’d try and make this work.”

“yeah, well, i lied. im a guy, i have needs. i can’t get off to pictures of you anymore, i need the real thing.”

“you’re so selfish scaramouche.” you spat into the phone.

he scoffed from hearing his full name in your voice. “oh is (y/n) big and bad now? think that hurts me? well it doesn’t. i just needed to end this so i can make things official with her.”

“did it really mean nothing to you?” you spoke quietly now, your heart was torn to a million pieces. but he didn’t care.

“yes.”

“okay. goodbye scaramouche.”

before he could speak another word you hung up. he would later find out you had blocked him on everything. there was no way for him to contact you. and he was okay with that. he had a new future ahead of him with a new girl. he didn’t need to spend time worrying about what could have been with his ex.

he didn’t expect to miss you, he was fine ignoring your messages and calls before but, this was different.

the silence on his phone seemed unusual. normally he would swipe past his notifications of you from the top of his screen. but now he wouldn’t get any notifications, besides the occasional email or announcement from the akademiya.

the uneasy feeling in his chest only seemed to grow day by day until graduation day. he only had been looking forward to it just so he could get back to you. but with you gone now, what had he been waiting for?

“your” dry laugh echoed through his phone speaker, interrupting his thoughts.

“you see? it’s over, scaramouche.”

“don’t call me that, (y/n).” he grit his teeth.

“just like you wanted.” you whispered before the call ended.

he fumbled for his phone, typing out a message to your contact, only for it to go undelivered.

“are you alright?”

scaramouche’s head shot up from the sound of haypasia’s voice. she stood in her graduation robes, a look of concern etched on her face as she walked to scaramouche.

pressing a cold hand to scaramouche’s forehead, she led him back into the ceremony hall. “i was so worried about you! i was looking for you everywhere…”

her voice trailed off in his mind. he didn’t care to pay attention to her now. all he could think about was the phone he held in his hand, a phone you had blocked all contact from. your decision that he had chose for himself.

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[loserlvrss]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 j. changmin ( 지창민 )

synopsis | you’d confessed your love to your best friend before graduating, and he didn’t feel the same. now that months had gone by, did he still not feel the same?

pairing : ji changmin x fem!reader   genre : oneshot, angst, alluded f2l, happy ending  warnings : language, alcohol / intoxication, slight emetophobia word count : 1.5k authors note : big lack of changmin truthers on this app btw :/ deobi get on this (im deobi)

“oh,” the silence after was thick, and unforgiving. it felt like your heart had just been ripped from your chest and squeezed so tight—tight enough to kill you where you stand. “i don’t know what to sa—i don’t feel that way, y/n. i’m sorry.” 

you knew somewhere not-so deep down that that would be his answer, but you thought, what the hell? you were on the doorstep of leaving the city, the verge of going off to a college far, far away anyways. except, yeah, what the hell… were you actually thinking? because in reality, did it potentially mess up your friendship with the only man you’ve ever been able to stand for more than a couple of minutes? maybe, but you couldn't let fear be the knife that hung over your head.

you were leaving; you had already left a couple months back, now in a new city. did it really matter anymore? changmin was halfway across the country, and you’d probably never see him again. so, it shouldn’t be the wind getting knocked out of you, or the constant rock in your shoe anymore, should it?

the music boomed against your ears, shaking your ribcage with every drop of the bass and snare. you cautiously looked around, (presumable) students chugging back beers and shots of clear liquids—or swapping spit—all while simultaneously moving to the track. you heard a loud cheer invade your ears, catching the tail end of a sunken ping pong ball. 

it felt like whiplash. 

“jen, what the hell is this?” 

your best friend turned to you, locking her arm in the crook of your elbow. “a frat, y/n! people our age go to those!” 

“how did you eve—“

“the guy throwing it,” she began, a huge smile spreading across her face as people brushed past with a lack of self awareness, “eric. he’s in my business class. and super hot!” she nudged your arm, “perfect, right?” 

you nodded hesitantly, mentally stuttering, “y-yeah… perfect.” 

she went on, disregarding your feelings entirely, “perfect man, perfect night.” instead swooning the air, “perfect, perfect, perfec—“ 

“if you say it one more time, i’m gonna throw up completely sober.” 

her neatly-shaped brows furrowed, “well we should fix that, what do you want? a beer?” 

“n-no, i’m okay.”

she rolled her eyes, obviously annoyed by your answer. “are you kidding me, y/n? let it go! just for one night and then i’ll let you sulk all you want tomorrow. please?” her hands were thrown together in a prayer position, “just be happy with me for once! he’s not here, he hasn’t been here.” 

months have passed since your dreaded confession, and you were still hung up on it like a waiting line on hold. he’d told you your answer; it should've been closure. 

it is closure. 

closure to a book you probably never should have opened, but the synopsis was too enticing. he was ji changmin for fuck sake, of course you had to love him. but jen was right, he didn’t, and he never would. he wasn’t with you right now. it was the broken record that you were finally taking off the player, the hand on a clock that had been stuck in place. 

he was everything you could’ve had, but he wasn’t the only thing you’ve ever needed. 

“vodka.” 

she hissed out a quiet yes, thrusting her fist into the air and dragging you across the lawn, onto the ricketiest porch you’ve ever seen. 

tomorrow you could care again, but during the early morning—after midnight—nothing mattered. when the moon was out, she was the only one who’d get to know how you truly felt. 

later, you found yourself in the kitchen with said host of the party, a couple drinks down. jen was right, he was hot—and perfect for her. 

the room spun as slurred words hit your ears, “oh my god, do you even remember what professor song said, eric?” her fingers dragged down his forearm, “opposites attract.” 

you clutched the counter, listening to their harmless flirting, “we’re in economics, jen.” 

she laughed, pointing to herself, “a,” then him, “plus b, equals c.” she adorned her statement with a heart, to which he had no choice but to laugh. nonetheless, you thought he was into it. 

they had the most painful eye contact you think you’d ever seen, smothering each other in desire but neither acting on it. maybe it was because you were there.

if you could read anything, it’s the room, and it was your cue to leave. 

“i’m gonna go… dance.” you said.

it didn’t capture her attention like you thought it would’ve. she’d never passed on the opportunity to throw it back before. she must really want him bad, you guess.

the music moved you so effortlessly, like you were made to keep your hands above your head and your hips swaying. you were careless at the moment, mind clouded with the people surrounding you. it smelled of cigarette smoke and lust. there were various vapors wafting through the air and meeting your senses. 

you couldn’t—didn’t—care. what even was his name anymore? with the alcohol in your system, it didn’t matter if it beat in time with your heart or not. 

he wasn’t here. 

and that's all you needed to know. 

“hey, pretty,” you were too far in your head that you didn’t even notice the hand that wrapped around your waist, squeezing the exposed skin of your torso. “do you go here?” they were close enough that their lips brushed the shell of your ear. you couldn’t recognize the voice, though if you were coherent enough you don’t think you’d have enough strength to even indulge the thought. your back pressed to his chest, his head in the crook of your neck, breath heavy on your skin as you threaded your fingers through his hair. 

the music was loud enough to drown out the sirens—the red flags waving—as you danced with a stranger. a stranger you hadn’t even turned around to see. it didn’t matter, even if he was the most beautiful model, moviestar or greek statue, it’d never compare to—

“y/n?” 

ji changmin. 

oh god, were you hallucinating your inner thoughts now? 

you swore that was his voice that called out to you, like you’d wished day and night for all those months back. you must’ve finally gone off the deep-end. or maybe it was all the secondhand smoke that became first now swimming inside your veins. whatever it was, you fought with the urge to want it, or to detest it. 

he wasn’t here. he couldn’t be. 

he gave you your answer, making the final decision and throwing the cards you’d spread on the table. you’d made the mistake of wearing your heart on your sleeve and giving it away so easily but, life has never been fair. 

regardless of being between heaven and hell, you were ripped away from the tight grip of the stranger. the touch was familiar. the touch you’d wanted to get to know further. the same touch you’d wanted to claim and keep for yourself, never letting him near another again. 

ji changmin, the man who had your heart still clenched in his fist. “what are you doing?” 

and anger overtook any love you’d felt for your best friend. 

tears brimmed, “what are you doing?” 

the guilt weighed heavy on your heart… you’d missed him so goddamn much, when you really shouldn’t have. 

what a perfect fucking night. 

“who is that?”

you shook your head in disbelief, ripping your arm from his grip. “why does it matter? are you going to replace him? do you even think you have the right to stare at me like a lost fucking puppy right now? why the fuck are you even here, changmin?” 

your iced-over heart couldn’t help but melt at the sight of him. he was still as perfect as you remembered. people changed over time, you knew that, but changmin never has. he’s always been yours to know, but he never wanted you the same way. your name has always followed my friend, when all you’ve ever wanted was for it to stop after the first word; my. mine. his. 

he backed down, “i wanted to hear your voice again… i missed you.” 

there it was… the claws ripping your chest open. he still knew every way to get you crawling back. he knew your brain too well. maybe that’s why you loved him, because, in reality, you two weren’t so different. 

always two birds atop the same wire, two stars in the same sky, two words next to each other in the same sentence. you were never paralleled lines, and it took him all of four months without you to figure it out. but he told you, under a random moon, that he never knew what he was feeling until he was numb. and the saying has always gone, you never know what you have until it’s gone. 

but, you’d never really be gone. 

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[liverpool-enjoyer]

hey yall forewarning this is easily the most embarrassing post ive ever made on here. like im not talking normal levels of tumblr cringe/oversharing, i mean youre probly gonna judge me and think somethings genuinely wrong with me. but i really need to get it off my chest so. yolo.

also tldr at the end in case you wanna spare yourself lmao.

mkay so recently i havent been online, because ive been really sad. and the reason im sad is that gavi got a girlfriend. which i realize is probly the stupidest and most juvenile thing to be sad over but hear me out (or dont lmao its a free country do whatever you want).

its not like i ever thought i had a chance with him or anything, im not stupid. but ive known for a very long time that, due to my asexuality (and other things but mostly that), i am never going to have love in my life. so for me, daydreaming and fantasizing about being gavis girlfriend was like,,, how i coped, i guess. it was a form of escapism for me. and now i cant do that anymore bc hes someones boyfriend and fantasizing abt another girls boyfriend just feels wrong. and pathetic.

it doesnt help that all my social medias have algorithmed so that hes all over all my feeds. and to be honest, looking at him just makes me think of his beautiful girlfriend who has everything i could ever want and i feel this horrible awful nauseating feeling in my stomach and i feel envious and sad and a slew of other things. it sucks that someone who once unknowingly made me so happy now does the exact opposite but hey what can you do.

i know it sounds stupid, but i dont think i'll ever feel for someone the way i feel about him. hes the most beautiful person ive ever laid eyes on and oh God i was right this does sound stupid ok lets continue

oh and let me be clear (you hafta read that in obamas voice) im aware that feeling this way toward a complete stranger (or anyone for that matter, but like especially a complete stranger) is EXTREMELY UNHEALTHY. unfortunately, knowing that my feelings and thoughts are unhealthy doesnt stop me from having them.

so yeah. now that ive lost my form of escapism, all i can think about at any given moment is how lonely im going to be. its hard to enjoy much of anything these days when all im thinking about is how im never going to receive romantic love, and now i cant even daydream about dating gavi to cope with it. because all i can think about when i try to is how hard his girlfriend would laugh if she found out some pathetic worm halfway across the world was fantasizing about her man.

so yeah thats it. i know that every time i angst abt my asexuality (which is a LOT like holy shit why do ppl still follow me), my friends tell me that its ok because im going to find someone someday. and i appreciate it, i really do. it means the world. but my friends saying that i'll find love doesnt make it true. plenty of people have died alone and unloved before, and i am going to be one of them.

tldr: a guy ive never met got a girlfriend n im having a depressive episode abt it LMAOOOO

[posallys]

9!!!!! for percabeth ofc

it is definitely not less than 350 words, but that's a win for me given how little I've written of late. <3 send me a prompt!!! ________

9. "When was the last time you slept?"

“When was the last time you slept?”

Percy raises an eyebrow at her, his picture grainy through the shroud of mist in their room. 

She taps her fingers against her chin, shrugging at him. A few days, maybe. However long it’s been since they were woken up in the middle of the night to an IM from Grover, a too-quick explanation of a problem Zeus himself needed Percy to solve (at this point, Annabeth is beginning to think that Percy is just the only demigod who’s name he knows), and a sincere apology directed towards both of them, but the look attached to it was aimed more pointedly at Annabeth.

She hoped that her response—or lack thereof—didn’t give it away to him. But it did, of course, and his face falls quickly into an expression of concern. 

“Annabeth,” he says, his eyes searching hers. 

“Percy,” she says back, trying for something akin to teasing—he doesn’t laugh. She continues, “I’m fine, really.” 

It’s not that she hasn’t tried to sleep, but sleep hasn’t been coming to her easily. Quests are few and far between these days, now that they’ve finished school and the two of them have regular, normal jobs and get to act like regular, normal people—sometimes, Annabeth finds herself forgetting about the mythical world altogether, getting lost in the sort of mundanity they’ve found—but that feeling of simplicity never lasts. Just when she feels like it’s going to, without fail, some deity or another pops up requesting a service. 

(Annabeth is building up the courage to outright tell them no one of these days, but for now, it’s easier to say a begrudging yes.)

Percy gives her another look, and she thinks that if he looks at her like that for a moment longer she might start crying with frustration. 

“I’ve just had a lot on my mind with work, and you being halfway across the country being some gods’ bitch doesn’t exactly help,” she gets out.

That earns a small smile from him; the god in question is not lost on either of them. 

“I should be home soon,” he says. “Maybe another day or two.”

Annabeth closes her eyes, nodding. She really is tired, but every time she begins to doze, she’s greeted harshly with nightmares of encounters both passed and theoretical.  

“Annabeth?” He asks, and she blinks her tired eyes open. Percy purses his lips and reaches a hand out like he’s trying to touch her, but he pulls back before he can break the mist.

“We’re down for the night. I can stay on if you want to try to sleep?” He offers. 

It’s not really what she wants—she wants them both to never have to do another quest, wants him in their bed with his arm around her waist and his stomach pressed against her back, wants to feel the steady in and out of his breathing and not have to worry about waking up only to find out that something bad has happened. 

But it’s been days, and Annabeth’s sure that if she stays up any longer, her body will give out on her. So she nods at him and moves down to curl up on their bed. 

Percy starts telling her about the quest—she can tell he’s leaving some things out for her benefit, but she doesn’t have the energy to scold him for it. 

“Thankfully nothing too hard,” she hears when she’s almost asleep. She cracks her eyes open just a touch and sees him looking around at something outside of her view. “I’m going to try to be back by tomorrow.”

She hums in response, and she can hear Percy laugh softly on the other end, and then they’re both silent for a while.

Before she finally settles into sleep, she’s met with Percy’s voice once more. 

“Goodnight, Annabeth. I’ll see you soon.”

When she wakes up, it’s to sunlight streaming through the window and several missed alarm notifications on her phone, but there’s an arm around her waist and a nose nudging her neck, and she decides that whatever she was supposed to do today can wait another few hours. 

[wwrityjess]

Your phone rings. This is the 44th time tonight. You didn't know she would take it this badly. You just said you needed some space, considering you just moved halfway across the country. She didn't like that you "decided" to move away from her, but it wasn't even your choice. You got a scholarship at a high-end college, you couldn't turn something like that down.

Your phone rings. This is the 45th time tonight. You knew she was a little obsessive, but it had never been this bad. There had been a few times where you caught her looking at your ex's social media, even though you had never told her any of their names. It was kind of creepy the first time, but you had gotten used to it by the fifth.

Your phone rings. This is the 46th time tonight. It's… your mom? You scramble to pick up your phone. You're too late, she went to voicemail. "Hey honey, your girlfriend came by just now. She said your phone might have been lost, so I decided to try calling you myself. If you find it again, you should call her back. She also asked for your new address, so I gave it to her. I'm surprised you hadn't given it to her yourself. Anyway, sleep well tonight baby!"

Your phone rings. This is the 47th time tonight. Why did your mom give your address away so easily? I mean, she was your girlfriend, but still. Your parents didn't know her that well. She had been over for dinner once, maybe twice. You found a photo album she stole from them a few days after. Some of the photos were missing. You found them months later in her closet, with hearts drawn around your face and any other people in the photos either scribbled out or burned away. You never returned that photo album.

Your phone vibrates. A message. "hey bby you wont pick up yr phone so im comin over to yr new place dont wait up for me :3c" What? It's at least a 9 hour drive from there to here. She can't be serious about coming over, can she? "i know u prob dont believe me so heres proof" A picture of the inside of her car. Your address has been set as the destination on her navigation. In the corner you can see a knife and rope on her passenger seat.

It's 9 hours before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. You know you can't stop her. She is coming whether you call her or not. You really fucked it up this time. What do you do now? Just wait for her to arrive? Just let her in? Prepare breakfast for her? Talk it out? You don't think she'll be in a talking mood when she has just driven 9 hours because you wouldn't talk to her. Run away? No use, she won't give up that easily. Hide? She will tear you entire apartment to pieces to find you. Maybe sleep will clear your head. If you get a good 7-8 hours, you still have more than an hour to figure it out.

It's 8 hours before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. You have trouble falling asleep. Your brain keeps making up scenarios of what will happen when she arrives. She'll stab you the moment she sees you. She's gonna tie you up and use you for her pleasure before stabbing you. She's gonna tie you up and drive the two of you off a bridge. You can't sleep like this. In your bathroom, you look in your medicine cabinet for your melatonin gummies. You take two, and then a couple more for good measure. You set an alarm on your phone for 7 hours from now.

It's 1 hour before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. Your alarm rings. "Sleep well baby?" she whispers in your ear. You try to scream, but only a muffled sound comes out. You have been gagged. "Don't worry babe, nobody will hear us." she says while crawling on top of you. The knife shimmers in her hand as she lifts it up above her head. You try to push her off, but your hands are bound above your head. "Then again, nobody will be hearing from you ever again." she says as she thrusts the knife down. You close your eyes, anticipating the sharp pain in your chest. But it never comes. You cautiously open your eyes, the knife stopped mere millimeters from your chest. "Did you really think it would be that simple? That you would escape from me that easily?" she grins. Her teeth are surprisingly sharp, almost canine in nature. "I wouldn't use such an impersonal method. I want it to be much more INTIMATE." she says, lunging forward with her mouth agape.

It's 4 hours before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. You jump up. It was just a dream. A nightmare. You take a few minutes to catch your breath. You grab a glass of water. After a couple more minutes you fall asleep again.

It's 1 hour before your (ex-)girlfriend arrives. At least, it should be. The doorbell is ringing. You look through the peephole. She's here. You cautiously open the door. "Hello sleepyhead, did you sleep well?" she asks with an innocent smile. "I've been standing at your door for five minutes already, I almost thought you hid from me or ran away or something." she laughs. You awkwardly laugh back. You did wanna hide from her or run away, she just arrived before you could. "Anyway," she pushes past you and walks inside. "We have something to talk about." she sits down on your bed and puts her bag on the ground. "D-do you want something to drink?" you stutter. She seems way too calm for someone who just did what she did. "Oh, I'd love a cup of tea right about now, babe." You hurry to the kitchen and turn the electronic kettle on. "While that's going, why don't you sit down next to me and we can talk, honey?" she pats the bed next to her.

You sheepishly sit down next to her, not wanting to give her any reason to freak out again. She puts her hand on your thigh. "Good. Now, why did you send me that mean message? Why did you say you 'needed space'?" she spits those words out with such vitriol as she grips your thigh. "I-I just thought t-that it might be b-better to stop dating if w-we live so far apart, is all." you stutter. You don't want to say anything that might piss her off. "I don't mean that we c-can't date again in the f-future if, I mean when I m-move back again." you let out a nervous chuckle. "See? That wasn't so hard now, was it, honey?" she loosens her grip on your thigh. "Now we can actually talk about solutions. If you think we can't date when we live so far apart, I'll just move out here with you." She grabs your hand. "Y-you would move out h-here?" Fuck. You had hoped she would see your point and leave you be. You didn't think she would move here to be with you. Her smile drops for a second before she quickly recovers. You think she might have sensed your disappointment.

The kettle turns off. "W-what kind of tea did you want, b-babe?" You say while grabbing two teacups. "Earl Gray." she says it so matter-of-factly while zipping open her bag. You start pouring. "Did you want a-anything with the tea, honey?" "No, I'm fine." She crept up on you, now standing right behind you. You feel a prick in your neck, and before you know it your head begins to spin. "Sleep tight, baby. I've got you." She whispers in your ear before you black out.

You wake up on the backseat of her car. You try to say something, but your mouth has been gagged. You try to move, but your arms and legs are tied together, and to each other. "Oh, you're awake, honey? Good timing, we're almost there." Almost where? Where is she driving you? As if she can read your mind, she replies "At my family's cottage in the woods, of course. Nobody comes here really, but my uncle has owned it for decades now. He asked the family to help fix it up a few years ago." You had forgotten about that, she was gone and busy all summer that year. You thought she might've been cheating, you just didn't buy the whole 'my uncle asked us to help fix up his abandoned cottage in the woods' routine.

"We're here!" She announces proudly. The car stops. You slide off the backseat and onto the floor due to how abrupt it was. "Oh, Honey…" she has opened the rear doors and is just standing there, giggling at the predicament you've found yourself in. She lifts you back onto the backseat. "Now, it's been a long and exhausting drive. If I free your legs, will you be good and walk inside with me?" you quickly nod your head, hoping to run the moment she helps you stand up. She cuts your legs loose with her knife. She grabs your arms and helps you out the car and onto your feet. You lunge forward, but your legs don't cooperate. You instead faceplant into the soft forest dirt. The stuff she dosed you with must still be in your system. "Aw, honey. Did you think I would cut you loose if you still had a chance to escape?" she whispers into your ear as she lifts you back up. As she opens the front door, she looks you in the eye and says "We're gonna live here together forever. And you're gonna love it, voluntarily or not."

[multiversefanfics]

To The Stars

Pairing: Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Summary: You've known Sam all your life but when you two were younger, your parents moved you halfway across the country. You wrote, texted, facetimed, everything just to keep in touch but once he joined the Avengers he got busier and busier, and soon there was no time for you.. until now.

Warnings: smut (F!oral receiving unprotected sex), cussing,

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: It’s been a minute, but I’m gonna try my best to make this all make sense I don’t know where Im going with this.

"Well, isn't this a lovely reunion." You heard a sarcastic voice behind you, you all looked to see who it was. Everyone was shocked. Sam walked towards her “Nat, what are you doing here?” She smiled as Sam pulled her into a hug “I need my boys.” You knew exactly what that meant, Sam was being pulled off to deal with some unknown force, you couldn’t help but get a little upset, you just got home and now he’s leaving probably for a couple days. You tried your best not to show that you were upset but Bucky saw it “Nat, I- Is there some way I can sit this out?” Sam looked between you and Natasha trying to figure out a way to stay so he could spend time with you, he promised he wouldn’t pick the Avengers over you again. She shook her head frowning “I wish there was, but Stark requested both of you and was very clear that he wanted you both.” Sam’s shoulders fell as he walked back to you “I am so sorry Y/N, please forgive me.” You shook your head, caressing his cheek “It’s okay Sam, just make it up to me when you come back.” Sam smiled and leaned down softly placing his lips on yours, you were taken aback but kissed him anyway, he quickly pulled away running behind Bucky and Natasha. You stay there still shocked from your first kiss with Sam, you never expected that and for it to happen so sudden you definitely weren’t ready. You turned and looked at your parents, blushing hard as can be ���Bout time that boy did something.” Your dad exclaimed while picking up a plate and putting food on it. You rolled your eyes, you and your parents sat there eating and catching up even though not much has changed in the last month, but in the back of your mind all you could think about was Sam and Bucky you knew they could handle themselves but you couldn’t help but still worry. It was getting late and you started to pack up the food and head inside. “I’ll take that.” You took the tray of food from your mom and headed inside, putting all the food away. “Goodnight guys, Im gonna go unpack my stuff I’ll see you in the morning” You kiss both of your parents and head upstairs to unpack your things, your phone buzzed and you started searched around for it. “Where is it? Buzz again please” Just as if it was listening it buzzed again, finally you found it. It was a text from Sam

Sam: Hey just checking in, how are you?

Y/N: Hey Sam, Im good I just unpacked everything, we’ll almost everything. How’s the mission?

Sam: I miss you, I need to talk to you.

And just then your phone started ringing, you happily picked it up “Hey beautiful.” You heard Sam say on the other end “Hey handsome, how are you doing?” You heard shuffling on his side like he was walking somewhere “I’m good, I miss you a lot and needed to hear your voice.” You smiled wide and started blushing if he could see your face right now he’d make fun of it “I miss you too, Sam. When are you coming back?” There was silence “Sam?” More silence, you started to panic a bit. “Sam?!” You said a bit louder but not too loud because of your parents sleeping across the hall. “Yeah, yeah I’m here sorry. If all goes well I should be home tomorrow night.” You sighed but ultimately understood, he had stuff to do, people to save. “Y/N? Are you there?” You finally zoned back into reality “Yeah yeah, I’m here.” You heard him chuckle on the other end “Goodnight, love I will see you tomorrow night.” You smiled and said goodnight back to him, you hung up the phone and smiled to yourself Sam was the only one that gave you butterflies, all the guys you’ve dated Sam was the only one to make you feel special and happy and loved. Next thing you knew, you were fast asleep, counting down the minutes until you get to see Sam again. For some reason, that night you couldn’t get comfortable and stay asleep. It was humid, sticky and you kept tossing and turning, soon you sat up in your bed groaning, while ripping the blankets off. “I need a drink” You mumbled to yourself getting up to walk downstairs. You felt your way through the darkness trying to be as quiet as possible but you know how that is when you’re trying to be quiet it seems like every small step is a stomp, every creak echoes. Finally you reached the kitchen searching the fridge for a water bottle, just one. You found one basically chugging the bottle, the cold water quickly relieved the dryness in your throat you leaned against the counter thanking the gods there was one in there, you looked around for a moment taking in your childhood home and how great it was to be back although you missed New York and the friends you’ve made this was home, it always has been. Nothing felt quite like it, even though you tried it just wasn’t right. You were tired again so you decided to go back to your room and try to go to sleep, you couldn’t wait to see Sam, Bucky too, you two have grown so close which from what you heard was a shock, he didn’t get close to anyone but for some reason he could tell you anything that was on his mind no matter how you took it, maybe it’s because you didn’t judge him and he knew genuinely that you cared for him. You slowly drifted to sleep smiling to yourself that you get to see Sam tomorrow.

The next day came and you woke up ecstatic, hopefully Sam comes home today you were hopeful and couldn’t wait to see him, you two weren’t even together officially but it felt like it and you wanted nothing more than for Sam to call you his girl. You got dressed and went down the stairs to meet your parents “Good afternoon” You smiled at the both of them they returned the good afternoon as you sat down on the couch next to them “Oh, honey there’s something out back I need you to get, can you go get it please” You nodded and got up and started walking to the backyard, you looked around for what your mom wanted you to get, she wasn’t specific you figured you’d know when you got out here. Just as you were about to walk back inside, Sam walked around the corner “Hey gorgeous.” You squealed and jumped into his arms “Sam!” He picked you up and spun you around “Oh I missed you!” He gently set you down looking at you “I missed you too, baby.” He smirked and raised his eyebrow “Baby?” You bit the inside of your cheek, you didn’t know why you said that but it also felt great to finally say it. You blushed and nodded “It slipped.” He shook his head playfully pinching your cheeks “No it didn’t, and i liked it don’t stop saying it” You nodded and stepped back “How was everything?” He sighed and leaned against the house “Tough, but I’m so glad to be home, now I can take you on a proper date” You smiled and kissed his cheek “Okay, when?” He looked at his invisible watch then back at you “How about now?” You thought for a second then nodded “Sure, let me change real quick.” He shook his head grabbing you hand “You look great, come on.” He dragged you down the hill to a cute picnic area near the lake where Sam basically saved your life, you couldn’t help but giggle a bit remember the scene from that day “What’s so funny, you don’t like this?” You shook your head giggling some more “I love it, It’s just I remember you saving my life a month ago and you brought me back to the same place” Sam chuckled and rubbed his thumb against the top of your hand “Yeah, well this is where I fell in love with the most beautiful girl in the world.” You blushed again as he helped you sit down on the blanket, you watched as he pulled out multiple sandwiches, drinks, and snacks for the both of you “Sam, this is amazing.” You kissed his cheek watching a big smile spread across his face “I figured after we were done eating we could look at the stars” He remembered how obsessed you were with stars and the moon. “Of course, you know me so well.” The two of you sat there for hours catching up, laughing, and just all around having a fun time, it was starting to get dark and you were getting excited. You two laid back and started pointing out stars, you even saw a shooting star and told Sam to make a wish, Sam was now laying on your chest, you rubbed the back of his head listening to him tell you all the constellations he knew the names of, you assumed you rubbed his head just right because he let out a small moan which surprised you a bit, you continued the motion earning more small moans and even a little louder one “Y/N, stop it, if you continue I won’t be able to control myself.” You took that as a challenge and slid your hand down the back of his shirt gently gliding your nails against his skin earning a low groan from him “Y/N..” You looked down at him humming in response “What are you trying to do” You shrugged, digging your nails deeper into his skin, in one swift movement Sam was now on top of you. “You don’t know what you just started.” You smirked up at him placing your hands on his lower back “What did I start, baby?” Sam dipped his head into your neck leaving, soft, wet kisses from your neck to your shoulder, he made his way up to your ear, whispering lowly into it “You look beautiful laying below me” You watched as he pressed your bodies together closing the gap between you, you bit your bottom lip watching his every move, you knew what you were doing you’ve wanted to do this for so long now but didn’t know how Sam would feel.

You felt Sam’s hand guide its way down your side, to your hip, and he stopped at your thigh, he looked up at you, you knew he wanted your consent to continue which you gladly gave him, I mean come on it was Sam Wilson, you’ve had a huge crush on him since you were kids, now that you’re adults you could do everything you imagined. He slid his hand under your dress, surprised to feel that you weren’t wearing any underwear underneath he looked up at you “Oh you was ready for me huh?” You bit your lip and watched him lick his lips, he dipped his fingers between your wet folds, rubbing small circles on your clit. You gasped arching your back a bit “Oh fuck, Sam” He started to rub faster, watching you squirm under him “That feel good baby?” You nodded squeezing your eyes tight “Oh no no, eyes open baby girl” You strained to open your eyes but you eventually did making eye contact with Sam “That’s my girl.” You let out a soft moan just from his words, you couldn’t control yourself Sam made you feel so good no one has ever made you feel as good as Sam does. He retracted his fingers, licking his fingers not breaking eye contact with you. You watched as he moved down between your legs “Sam are you sure?” He nodded and looked at you “Are you?” You nodded and he continued, he put your legs onto his shoulders, kissing up and down your inner thighs, you watched Sam move closer and closer to your core just waiting for him to give you what you wanted. You took a deep breath, feeling his breath against your skin “Sam” You whined, he chuckled rubbing his thumb over your hip “Patience princess, Im going to take care of you.” Just when you were about to respond he leaned down, dipping his tongue where his fingers previously were slowly flicking his tongue against your clit, you arched your back letting low moans escape your lips, you bucked your hips up wanting more but he pinned your hips down, sucking softly then swirling his tongue where he was once sucking, you moaned out his name opening your legs to give him more access “Fuck Sam” He smirked against your skin “You taste so good baby girl” You moaned and rolled your hips against his tongue chasing your orgasm trying not to cum too quickly although the way Sam’s tongue was you couldn’t hold on any longer, your legs began to shake you knew it wasn’t long before you came all over his face, still shaking from your intense orgasm. You watched as he sat up wiping the corners of his mouth “You look so beautiful.” He started to unbuckle his belt, and slowly slide his pants and boxers down “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I laid my eyes on you again.” You smiled and watched him lean up to kiss you and slowly slide his hard, throbbing member in you, you gasped against his lips feeling him fill you up with all of him. He groaned, rocking his hips against yours “You feel so good, Princess.” You arched your back already feeling your second orgasm. Sam looked so good above you, you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his back, knowing it drove him crazy when you did that, you felt his cock pulsate inside of you, tapping against a very sensitive spot, Sam moaned out your name, sliding in deeper and deeper until he could go any further, your walls tightened around his cock, giving him instant pleasure. Your nails dug deeper into his skin as you rode out your orgasm, your legs shaking once more indicating to Sam that you had just came and that it was his turn, you felt his cock twitch inside of you and before you knew it you felt him fill you up with cum, Sam slowly pulled out leaving you aching for his touch even though you were super sensitive already, he collapsed beside you, breathless. “You are amazing.” You turned your head to look at him smiling wide at the satisfaction spread across his face “Thank you, for the date and the multiple orgasms” He chuckled as you leaned over and kissed his shoulder “You are so welcome, we should do this again sometime” You giggled and nodded, “Oh, I am so sorry I didn’t know you two, wow I’m sorry” Sam quickly threw a piece of bread at Bucky as he ran away.

A/N: hope you guys like it😉

Tags: @megamindsecretlair

Main Masterlist - Sam Wilson Masterlist

[khodorkovskaya]

okay so i need to get this off my chest bc im so emotionally constipated oh my god. everything is so heavy but i can't fucking relax and let it all out and so im carrying around all of these bottles up emotions and it's frustrating and i hate it.

my grandmother passed away on thursday and i don't have the time to grief and it's the worst thing ever. she lives in another country and my mum went there immediately and we didn't talk about it but it was understood and accepted by everyone that im not coming to the funeral. like it was just kind of accepted as fact that i wasn't coming and that's it.

and fair enough, i don't have a say in this. because it's like halfway across the world and we poured our savings out for this plane ticket for my mum. our only source of income is our business and we shut it down for the time that she's away. i now have my internship salary, which is half of minimum wage, so i guess that's what me and my dad are surviving on for now. so like, fair, me going to grandma's funeral wasn't realistic money-wise. but it just sucks how i didn't get a say in this. and if i continue this train of thought, why didn't any of my relatives offer to buy me a plane ticket? im not blaming anyone for anything and whatever. and if i really wanted to go, i could've stated it. but everything happened so fast, i didn't even have time to process or think it through. anyway. whatever.

and now everyone's there, me and my dad are the only one out of the family who are here and i can't help but feel abandoned. and i know it's childish and doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things. but everyone is grieving together and im missing out on the grief. they're remembering grandma and looking through old photos and videos and crying together. and im stuck here. and i didn't even have time to grief!!! that's the frustrating part!

when i found out, i was at work, so i couldn't cry. then i couldn't cry bc i had work the next day and i can't show up to work with puffy eyes can i? then i have a presentation on monday, so yesterday i was working on it. and i wanted to grieve today. but i hadn't finished the presentation, so that's what i spent the whole day doing today. and again, i can't be all puffy-eyed tomorrow. so every time i think about grandma, i just force myself to not think.

and i can't even cry. like tears just don't come out because im so fucking controlling of myself. like i legitimately can't cry. im so tense. like i can't let myself let loose.

and then im like postponing my grief. which is so ridiculous. because what is all of this for?? she is gone. what's it gonna do? what's the point of looking through old photos and making myself sad? i might as well put on a pink gown and open a tub of ben&jerry's like sad girls in romcoms while im at it. like this is so performative. what's the point? who is this performance for? she is gone.

and now im like constantly torn between like... feeling sad about my grandma's death, not having the time to grief and feeling like there is no point in grieving. and my mum is sleeping in the bed she died in. and my cousin said she visited her in her sleep. and i feel like im missing out on this like... sisterhood of grief.

i don't know, it's so fucked up. there is something so embarrassing about death. grandma was the pillar of everything. it felt like she was alive despite it all, out of spite almost. everyone else could die, but not her. and now she's gone. and i haven't even had the time to properly think about it. but i don't want to think about it because i don't want to accept it. because i feel like it's embarrassing that she died because she's so much cooler than death and it's just not fair. like it's out of character of her to die. she's supposed to be invincible.

so the funeral is tomorrow. everyone is there and im here. and i feel like if anyone has to be at the funeral, it's me. i have this childish hope that i was the favourite grandchild, which is so stupid. because ive always lived far and i guess grandma didn't know me much past childhood. and can i really blame a teenager for not being close with their grandma? but it really doesn't make sense why im not at the funeral. because i should be there, right? grandma loved me. but what's the point of funerals anyway? she's gone. it doesn't matter who's at the funeral, she's not coming back.

fuck.

[meerealsssss]

another 'diary' entry

please look at the triggers before reading if you choose to

i don't like venting but i feel like this is necessary

tw: toxic friendship, family fighting mention

this also includes: backstories, personal people problems

this post is relatively long so be aware of that!

i love my friends, more than anything.

and i believe they love me too

but the thought of even having friends is overwhelming

like i said in past posts, i am used to only having one friend and for that one friend to only be friends with me

things changed after covid

before, i was happy with just one friend, i didn't need another. to think i had a best friend made me happy and thats all that mattered.

the friend stayed with me through covid and other problems

but i never told her about the problems

i wasn't going to

i hated thinking that someone had to listen to me talk. because when i said my own feelings to her when she didn't agree, we got in fights and stopped talking for a month before talking again

but i thought thats what friends do

years later, i developed a small crush on her

i was young and thought a girl liking a girl was illegal

i cried myself to sleep every time i thought about it

now i don't know if the crush actually went away or not

after covid, i became friends with another girl in my grade and started talking to her

i introduced both my childhood friend and current friend to each other

they didn't like each other

my old friend would stay silent whenever i got overwhelmed and ignore me

my new friend would find something i like to calm me down

i loved the attention

i started making up lies and telling people the lies just to make myself seem more interesting, sometimes it worked

i started to like my new friend more than my old friend, but i continued to call my old friend my best friend because i couldn't let go of her

whenever i played with my new friend, my old friend would get mad and stop talking to me for the rest of the day

i loved her though, i would never tell her that.

two years ago, i met more people (thanks to my cousin ace!) and became friends with them

evan, allie, and 'wife part two'

i started to like them more and think of them as a little friend group

they listened to me and treated me like i was someone

months later, i gave in and started to call evan my best friend

we talked, laughed, and he allowed me to like the things i liked.

i don't think we've ever gotten in a fight

i still feel bad for demoting my old best friend, but i began to realize she wasn't really being the best

i am going to say this one more time, i love my friends

but as the years (months?) went by, i started to feel annoyed by every little thing that went wrong

that goes for grades, interruptions, family fights, forced religion

and the attention i was getting

online, i loved the attention, irls and people across the country

in real life, i wish i could pause time and make everyone shut up for two minutes

i didn't think much of it, but up until recently i started to notice it more often

sleepovers, i would get tired of everyone five hours in

notifications from group chats/tiktok, i would purposely ignore them and pretend i didn't read it yet

and as much as i hate attention, i love it at the same time

as im writing this, im realizing that i only like it when one person pays attention to me

kind of like a replacement from my old best friend

now i don't want anyone to stop being themselves around me

that's not what im going to say

but when something specific happens (random things at this point) i get really annoyed and have to stop myself from yelling

i usually get myself to yell at people by pulling it off as a roleplay

but sometimes i wish i could yell and throw something, break something

and i feel like im starting to act like my old bsf

sometimes i miss only having one friend, i missed being told what to believe and what to like and not like

and sometimes im glad im halfway out of that situation

but i always think that nothing would be uneven if i never became friends with anyone and chose to be homeschooled

[monsterrae1]

12 days of fandom joy

Created by @mostlyinthemorning

Rules: everyday for 12 days in December, choose a fandom work from any fandom from 2023 that you loved. It can be anything you like (a gifset, a drabble, fanart, a fic or just a post that made you laugh) Reblog the post and add comment or tags about why you love it. Tag your post with #12 days of fandom

✨day 12✨

If I lay here, would you lie with me (forget the world)

By @hoodie-buck | explicit | 90.4k

“Does this story have a point?” Eddie questioned, Lena narrowing her eyes at him.

“This guy, my sort of friend—what if he could watch Chris for you?”

Eddie furrowed his brows together. “You want me to leave my kid who’s halfway across the country with some—stranger?”

“It beats having him sent home to your parents, right?”

Well, she had a point there.

Eddie shook his head, overwhelmed with his thoughts.

“Look, I appreciate it Bosko, but I just—I don’t know. This is my kid we’re talking about.”

“I know that, and I know how much you love him. Hell, you’ve sent me ten plus emails when I was watching him for you.”

Eddie looked to where there was a line coming out of their commanders office. He turned to Lena, giving his full attention.

“Alright, tell me about this friend of yours.”

—or—

The one where Eddie’s in the army, Shannon gives up her rights to Chris, and Eddie needs a babysitter. Good thing Lena knows Buck, the guy having nothing better to do than help babysit until Eddie gets back. Eddie would come home, and he would leave; it wasn’t like they were going to build some lifetime friendship or anything.

💚♥️ I know how hard Kels worked on this fic, and it was literally her baby and it’s amazing, truly one of her best works imo and im sure it’s going to become one of those fics that everyone in the fandom needs to read ♥️💚

[fardf150]

oc lore dump again bc im bored ⬇️

so last time (like a year and a half ago... oops!) i mostly went over dick and neo but another rly important part of that story is dick's younger siblings

theyre a pair of identical twins, vince and kate. when they were in grade school and dick was in hs, their parents split and the boys stayed with their dad while kate went with mom... though neither was really better off than the other. shortly after (like idk 1-3 years at most) dick was kicked out and dad cut all contact with him.

at some point dad dies. mom is halfway across the country so vince ends up in dick's care. some time later, kate catches wind of this and bus hops all the way to dick's shitty apartment to be with her brothers. mom cant really be bothered to care. the boys are a little surprised to see how much shes changed, not even recognizing her when she first showed up. but theyre quick to support her anyway.

because of his younger siblings, dick starts wanting to be a better person (and also suddenly needs a better job). this both brings him and neo closer together, and sparks their main conflict(s) ("you were willing to change but not for me/you were the one who taught me i should be this way, why are you suddenly changing your mind?/you dont care about me enough")

the kids also have a little group of friends, though im not totally clear on them yet. theres sue-anna, who vince is closest to (and has a thing for). shes like if a horse girl acted like a wolf girl. also she actually works on a farm so she can lift all her friends easy. she wears dorothy braids all the time.

sue-anna's best friend is kiana, whos pretty similar to her personality-wise, though maybe a bit shyer. kiana's older sister janae hangs around their group sometimes; shes like if the cool older brother with a band archetype was a girl. kate really looks up to her.

a lot has changed w/ neo's origin and the general direction of the story but i actually want to do smth w it so i wont give away tooo much yet...

the gist tho is that after neo escapes the lab, the company that screwed his parents out of the rights to their work (and eventually liquidated everything dedicated to their research and shut everything down) finds him and acts like theyre the ones who were really invested in that research, and theyre SO glad theyve found him. does he want to hear about how terrible his parents were?

as for moo and nyra, most of what i had last time story-wise is the same, though i have a clearer idea of what the family looks like now.

nyra has a younger half sister, angelica (or smth idk), and theyre very close despite the ~4-6 year age gap. her stepdad's been around since before she was born, so hes really just her dad and her sister's just her sister to her. her parents both work in childcare in some capacity; her mom is a social worker and her dad works at a high school, so when moo comes into the picture, malnourished and seemingly frightened of almost everything, theyre all too ready to help.

moo also has an aunt, though for some reason his mom refuses to refer to her as her sister. she didnt even know moo existed until months into the story, and everyone is freaked out at first when she shows up. she quickly grows close to the family, though, and helps out however she can. while moo absolutely considers nyra and her family to be his own "real" family, he also thinks it's nice to have a positive connection to a bio relative.

i also have another set of them 🔥

so isaiah, stephen, and ruth all work in the same building, but completely different sections; isaiah is an engineer, stephen works in accounting, and ruth is a janitor. they end up crossing paths when all three of them end up in the basement at the same time, and everything goes to shit from there.

turns out theres this huge underground research lab underneath the building, but all of the equipment is long abandoned and shut down. there they find an ai, adam, and they instantly have to start running. guess it was abandoned for a reason, though adam seems to disagree.

so the four of them are on the run together, none of them happy about it. adam just kind of drags them along and they have no real choice but to comply. hes trying to get them out of this mess... sort of. hes mostly working towards his own goals, but hes pretty sure if theyre met, the rest of them will be off the hook.

the others dont really know each other, but theyre bound by hatred of This Fucking Guy. also turns out none of them really had a lot going for them before this. isaiah moved away from his home town straight out of high school and never really tried to form any meaningful bonds with anyone afterward. he has 1 friend left from school who tries to encourage him to socialize or at least come home every once in a while. it mostly falls on deaf ears. ruth has lots of friends, but none of them are all that close. her family is... complicated. she loves them and they love her, but they can be difficult, and they dont see each other all that often because of that. she has no problem dating, though it's surprisingly tough to find someone who wants something serious with her. most of stephen's family doesnt talk. he and his sister are close, though she lives in another city. his most consistent relationship at the moment is the random guy he always ends up taking smoke breaks with by accident. he doesnt know his name, but sometimes they talk.

basically none of them are losers per se but theyre definitely not winners. also theres some fucky religious theming there but atm most of it's all just vibes. yk how it is

[castlebyersafterdark]

I've always flirted with the idea of doing a booth at some local maker's market or something as some sort of outlet for art in the future, but my sensitive ass self has this fear that what if no one buy anything?! I don't know if I can handle that 🤣😭

ahhhh i feel like i wanna talk to you about this properly cos its so special to me when people to find that confidence! i ebb and flow all the time, even when im getting pro commissions for art. my sister is much better at the biz than me - she's a proper maker, does markets all year round. i think one of the most vulnerable and therefore empowering thing you can do (and what we learnt at art school!) is how to fail. just fail, fail again, fail better. ha! it's incredible when you fail and then realise youre still alive, no one cares, and you go again. or give up. whatever works for you! but the doing and trying honestly feels like a win. i mean, im anxious person, and i got a massive illustration commission in feb this year. i was less excited about that than i was that i managed to take a solo journey on the underground city trains, because getting on public transport has been rough for my anxiety in the past year. our goals and aspirations change as we get older and sometimes it makes no sense, but life eh!

so i hope you give it a go :)

also im so curious about your thing of not leaving the US, cos i always wonder where american people go on vacation! obviously heading to europe isnt as close as it is to those who are lucky enough to do that in the UK, so i always wonder what the typical holiday is for US folk.

I missed the continuation of this convo right before I left for my trip, hope you're still around lovely anon friend!! ☺️

But yes, yes. Confidence is definitely a point of struggle with my artistic ventures, but who doesn't experience that, right? Great advice though. "Do it scared" as they say around these parts these days. It's such a leap though. I write, I put it online, if no one reads it, well, I mostly got what I needed from it. Expressing an idea. Articulating a vision from my imagination. Physically creating something? Putting it out in the world and hoping someone purchases it? That is so daunting. I give paintings as gifts to people who I trust to enjoy them in my fam and social circle, but I know the kindness is gonna be there. I'm not asking for anything. But, that's the risk you're talking about. Man an art booth. Might get no sales. Might fail. God, that's scary. I'd love to work through it one day, have the experience. I often brace for the worst though... I appreciate the kind words and thoughts, it's given much to think about.

And vacation!! I think the thing about America is the size and variety of culture/landscape/options contained within the US? I've been to a decent number of states. Europe has all these closely located countries, and we have the states. Cali is so different from Maine is so different from Texas is so different from Jersey is so different from Florida. The typical holiday/vacation here is all over the place - but I'd say the biggest destinations are beaches and national parks. At least in my experience. I've been all over the country. Even if there's a beach that we can drive to, I've gotten on a plane to go to a beach halfway across the country instead! Beaches and coastal living is my favorite vacation type. The opposite coasts are so different, the gulf is so different. North vs. south. And the parks? Grand Canyon. Acadia. Everglades. Yellowstone. Yosemite. Redwoods. Theme parks and water parks, too lol. I have not been to all of the places listed! There's just a lot of variety. I'd love to travel further someday, just haven't had the personal funds or opportunity to do so yet. Still young. I'll get out there!!

[boatemboys]

xav is by far my most developed oc but i do need to start working on miaraa as ive had her the longest. i have some vague ideas. its important to know she has a trans shapeshifter gf (currently called clara but might change it)

i think shes definitely had a rough start but. nowhere near as "dramatic" per se as xav. single mom whos trying her best but its not enough and as she gets older their personalities just clash. she cant say she hates her mom but maybe like. passive mild disliking. mild annoyance at her.

shes childhood friends with itsuki (name also pending) and as she got older she definitely spent more time at his house than hers. she moved out not long after turning of age and cut off contact with her mom entirely (which she still doubts if it was the right thing to do) and moved halfway across the land and just kind of cut off everyone. new life kind of thing. (she meets clara sometime after moving out. maybe a couple months down the line.)

so imagine her surprise when a couple years later she sees her childhood best friend walking down the street. she glances at him and looks away but he decides to take inititive and approach her. and a quick talk on the street turns into getting lunch turns into going to hers turns into staying the night. they catch up. itsuki moved out not long after her and has been travelling all around the country trying to find... something. some kind of meaning. he doesnt want to just waste his life away without doing something important. miaraas like well maybe life doesnt need to have a meaning. maybe lifes meaning is finding each other and being friends with each other. maybe lifes meaning is knowing there are people who love you and people you love. they both wake up in the morning and pretend they got too drunk to remember it happened (both remember it vividly)

and thats all i got so far. im bad at backstories

[m1ckeyb3rry]

LMAOOO “let’s not be hateful” I could never because I’m sorry to say but some people deserve the hate..!!! Let’s just say I’ll never gossip or shit talk without good reason….

And FR its not like you can’t enjoy a villain without acknowledging the actual. Yk. Villain parts…like let’s not ignore the pile of corpses Sukuna left behind (as an example)!!! And bro those yuki haters<<<<<< like if you’re thinking that then literally any convo could’ve swayed geto..? I mean those types of topics are bound to pop up someway or another in jujutsu society like it could’ve been anyone….if anything I’d also say that Gojo had more influence on him than yuki like?? But you don’t see people blaming gojo??? Getos character has a lot of potential fs but yeah ugh some parts of the fandom…..

LMFOAOAOA WAIT I WOULD DIE FOR A POV SWITCH MOMENT THATD BE SO FUNNY HAHAHAHA im actually crying the “hot but scary neighbor” is too funny

All the other bllkers being like haha wtf and y/n just face palming….imagine he also comes up with more ridiculous excuses like the high quality honey excuse…”oh sorry my cockatiel needs a root canal” “sorry I need to go drive my sister to an appointment halfway across the country” etc OR he keeps using the same lame excuse like “oh sorry gotta take a shit” and at some point the bllkers convene like damn that man really is full of shit…LMAO I guess he’d only be able to pull that off on the more oblivious members/people who don’t care like Nagi Bachira and Isagi though HAHA I can imagine the moment yuki losing it would make me laugh so hard like calm mature soft spoken yuki finally being like “NO!!! SHE LIKES YOU DUMBASS!!! IS YOUR BRAIN FILLED WITH HAIRWAX???? ITS YOU MF!!!”

Omg wait that’s so annoying…I hope your symptoms get better!!!! Actually I mean you probably don’t have any on you but I’ve found that ginger based candy is really helpful for nauseousness!! I’m not a huge fan of ginger myself but I can usually live with ginger candy!! And it helps with any queasy feelings so if you ever wanna give that a shot…but YAY SWITZERLAND!!! Have fun and enjoy the flight!!! See you on the flip side LMAO

-Karasu anon

i fear i AM a shit talker at heart like i’m super nice 99% of the time but the second someone crosses me or my friends i let loose (although not in public and only w people i trust because i’m not trying to start drama!!) 🤫 it truly is part of the human condition but it has to be done properly…some people go crazy with it and just are plain mean

LITERALLY WHAT I’M SAYING like anything could’ve made him snap at that point ☝🏻 it just so happened to be yuki because she was there but it’s not her fault as such because he was already way too far gone atp…people are always like “she shouldn’t have talked abt something so sensitive when he was obviously spiraling 🥺” HOW TF WOULD SHE KNOW?? maybe he just looks like that all of the time she literally has never met this kid plus i’m sure he’s not the first sorcerer to be depressed 😭 just the first to go crazy

no because IMAGINEEE like reader is all blushy because barou keeps visiting to yell at her and she’s like “oh my god he definitely has a crush on me oh my god he’s so fine he lowkey looks kinda murderous but it’s really attractive actually 😳🤤” meanwhile barou is like “you have 13 minutes to clear that snow off of my driveway before i kill you myself”

PLEASEEE KARASU IS NOTTT ESCAPING THE IBS ALLEGATIONS 😭😭😭 i think the first would def be otoya because karasu wouldn’t even need to make anything up to get that date to happen LMAO and as it goes on the excuses get progressively weirder…like with reo he just says smth like “oh sorry i’m feeling a bit under the weather i can’t make it” but by the time we get to nagi he straight up is just like “bro i’ve been kidnapped let’s do smth another time” and nagi is like “okay 👍” HFKSJSJ yuki is a patient guy but he has his limits 😔 one can only take so much two way pining and ridiculous mishaps before they snap 😰

THANK YOUU 🥹 i have been dealing w reproductive system issues for like foreverrrr my periods are so bad 😩💔 apparently it takes abt three months for your body to adjust to birth control and i’m on like month 3.25 so hoping to see some improvements soon 🫦 the flight wasn’t horrible!! def could’ve been worse…excited to be here finally though!! even if i’m super nauseous still 😓