#also i kinda like reading it in my head voice not the . biggest fan of the cosmere narrators sorry

[aahsoka]

the desire to slow down and just read a physical book vs the desire to be able to do other things while listening to an audiobook

[herrscherofinsanity]

Anything for you

Summary: Nayeon would do anything for her girlfriend, even getting over some of her biggest pet peeves.

Fluff

Im Nayeon x fem!reader

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: This is me being kinda back. In honor of Twice's 8th anniversary I wanted to write something for my ultimate bias; I'll be back simping for the aespa girls soon, I have lots of ideas... I just need to find time to write them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, and also thank you for reading!

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“Hey can you pause the movie for a second? I really need to go to the bathroom”, Momo whined as she got up from the couch making the other girls groan.

“You always do this!”

“It was just getting to the good part!”

“Can we kick her out?”

“Is one night of peace and quiet too much to ask?”

You chuckled, watching the chaos unfold; a warm feeling spreading through your chest when you felt your girlfriend’s arms wrapping around your waist in a tight hold. You turned your head towards her, planting a soft kiss on her cheek.

“You find this amusing?” Nayeon whispered, not wanting to draw unwanted attention towards the two of you.

“I do” you whispered back, a playful grin on your lips, “you girls have quite the bond, I’m jealous”.

“There’s no need to be jealous, babe” she said, kissing your cheek “you’re my favorite anyway”.

Before you could reply, another voice cut you off. “What do you mean she’s your favorite?!” Chaeyoung complained, wanting more drama to unfold.

“Jihyo, the couple is being annoying… again”, Tzuyu said.

“Oh, leave them alone” Sana said, your girlfriend sent her a grateful smile, but Sana’s sentence wasn’t over yet. “Nayeon can’t help the fact that she’s whipped”.

The members laughed, teasing the two of you relentlessly. Your girlfriend shot you a defeated look, so much for spending a relaxing time together without any interruptions.

“What are we talking about?”, Momo asked as she made her way back from the bathroom.

“Nayeon being stupidly in love with y/n” Jeongyeon replied nonchalantly; your girlfriend silently sulked behind you.

“If you don’t mind, can I ask you two something?”, Mina looked towards you, a curious expression on her face.

You sent her a gentle smile, encouraging her to ask her question.

“When did you realize you were in love with each other?”.

An innocent question, but you felt as if you were about to go into cardiac arrest with the way your heart dropped. Nayeon wasn’t that far behind you, she felt as if the living room started spinning. On the other hand, both of your reactions left the girls feeling clueless. Why were you being so awkward? Surely you two had already… wait.

“W-well, we haven’t-” Nayeon began.

“Actually, I know the answer to that question!” Jihyo exclaimed, a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“What could you possibly be talking about?” Nayeon hissed, shooting her fellow member a suspicious look; the whole interaction caught your attention.

“I would also like to know” you cleared your throat “…please”.

Nayeon looked at you with what you could only describe as pure panic, “baby, I really don’t think-”.

“Jihyo! What are you stalling for?” Jeongyeon exclaimed.

“Yeah! Go ahead and tell us!”

“Okay!” Jihyo exclaimed, clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention. “Gather ‘round kids! This is the story of how I realized Nayeon was without a doubt, head over heels in love with y/n!”.

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Two months ago.

"You can't be serious".

"I swear! They kept calling us 'wig group', Sana was about ready to lose it" your girlfriend, Nayeon said, her tone full of amusement.

You laughed at her story, not fully believing it, but still amused by how creative her fans could be.

Im Nayeon, better known as Twice’s Nayeon, but to you she simply was Nayeon; the same girl who nervously asked you to be her girlfriend 3 months ago.

You two were introduced by your mutual friend, Yeri who had spent weeks going on and on about how she knew the perfect person for you to go out with.  You were incredibly hesitant, but you eventually caved and agreed to give Yeri’s friend a chance.

Nayeon surprised you in the best of ways; after your first date, you couldn’t help but agree with Yeri, she really was the perfect person for you. The loud girl carved a permanent place in your heart for herself and nothing could come between the two of you; not the hate comments, not your companies, and definitely not the malicious rumors surrounding your relationship. Being with Nayeon was definitely worth it.

“We should get going, babe”, she said with a sad smile “you have a photoshoot and I’ve got an interview; we can’t stay any longer”.

As if to mock her, right in that second it began to pour. Nayeon looked at you in shock, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the troubled expression she wore. You knew perfectly well you would have to find a way to leave the small café you were currently hanging out at, your schedules depended on it, but still, a few extra minutes with your girlfriend couldn’t hurt.

“We’re going to have to make a run for it”, you sighed, the responsible part of your brain outweighing the not-so-smart one.

Nayeon looked at you with a frown on her face, her gaze kept moving between your frame and the raging storm outside. “You’re not wearing a jacket, y/n”.

You hummed, “it doesn’t look like this rain is stopping any time soon, we can’t afford to wait”.

“You’re going to catch a cold”.

“Maybe, but you know the deal, our relationship must not interfere with our careers” you rolled your eyes as you recited the same speech that had followed you around for the past month.

“Stay here”, she said sternly, “I’ll be right back”. You frowned, but followed her instructions. Not even five minutes later, Nayeon was back with a black umbrella in her hand.

“Where’d you get that from?” you asked her, she definitely didn’t have an umbrella when you got here.

“I just bought it” she grumbled, “I’m not going to let you get sick. Now come on, we really should get going”.

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Jihyo was currently waiting for the rest of her members to finish getting ready, they had an interview lined up and who knows what else might get magically booked along the way.

In an attempt to entertain herself, the leader unlocked her phone and tapped on the Twitter app. She mindlessly scrolled through her timeline, nothing truly catching her attention; that was until she came across two familiar figures.

Several pictures of her fellow member and her girlfriend greeted her. Now, Jihyo wasn’t surprised by the pictures in general; Nayeon, despite the countless warnings, was always going out of her way to show off her relationship. What truly surprised the group’s leader was the fact that the eldest member had an arm securely wrapped around you, her other hand too busy holding an umbrella in an attempt to shield you both from the rain.

An umbrella?

Before Jihyo could think about it any further, Nayeon made her way into the dorm.

The first thing the oldest Twice member did as soon as she got home was throw the umbrella somewhere far away from her, a sour expression on her face. Jihyo let out a loud laugh, not believing the sight before her very eyes; the leader’s laugh finally catching the other girl’s attention.

“You’re such a simp, Im Nayeon”.

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Loud laughs bounced back and forth across the Twice dorm and Nayeon wished she could disappear. What would you even say to that?

 “I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Why did that make you realize she loves me?” the members gave themselves whiplash with how fast they all turned to look at you.

“You mean she never told you?” Dahyun asked.

“Told me what?” you asked nervously, Nayeon whined, wrapping you in an even tighter hug.

“Nayeon absolutely hates umbrellas, y/n” Jihyo explained. “She hates them so much, back when we were trainees, she used to wear a box on top of her head whenever it rained”.

“Even to this day!” Sana continued, “whenever our managers try to help her out with umbrellas she runs away” she giggled.

“But somehow all of that goes out the window when it comes to you” Jeongyeon smirked, “you have her wrapped around your finger, y/n”.

“Nayeon can’t have her princess getting sick” Momo teased.

The girls kept throwing jabs here and there, but you tuned them out, trying to focus your entire attention on your blushing girlfriend. You sent her a soft smile, she returned it immediately, feeling absolutely at ease once she saw that sparkle in your eyes.

“Do you really hate umbrellas that much?” you laughed.

Nayeon groaned at your question, feeling embarrassed all over again. “I do, I really really do”, she paused to steal a quick kiss from your lips, “but I love you way more”.

You beamed at your girlfriend, feeling on cloud nine when you finally heard her say those words you had been longing for.

“I love you too, Im Nayeon” you said, pressing your lips against hers in a sweet kiss.

“Jihyo! The couple is being annoying again!”.

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A/N: Everytime I think of a one shot I always have the idea that it will be roughly 500 words, and somehow I always end up going past 1k, oh well.

Thank you so much for reading! If you have any requests or anything like that feel free to let me know :)

[itsjaywalkers]

babe i miss ur rants like crazy so if u have any rant that needs to be indulged this is me indulging u <3333

this actually made me so soft.. i didn't know there was someone who enjoyed my rants so much.. i always feel kinda annoying.. i'm giving u the biggest forehead kiss in the world nonnie YOU'RE THE BEST

this being said . well

lately i've been thinking a lot about this band au i don't know if i'll ever write or if it'll just stay in my head, bc when i first started reading fanfiction i was OBSESSED with band aus and even tho i'm not that into them anymore . they make me feel very nostalgic and happy so i was like u know what . i should come up with my own. AND THAT'S WHAT I DID!!

anyways it's a dual pov, james and lily's!! they used to date, and since james is the lead singer in a very popular band, they were the it couple back then, everyone was fucking obsessed with them, said they were Perfect, peak romance, they wanted what they had etc etc. lily even sang with him sometimes when the band went on tour, bc she has a beautiful voice and all the fans kept pushing for her to join the band and sing all the ballads with james etc

but then . all of a sudden . she disappeared . not literally, you know, she just fucking ran away, without telling a single soul. she didn't even leave a letter to james, or maybe remus, who was one of her best friends. james was devastated, the band was devastated, the whole world was devastated. they went on hiatus for a lil before coming back with a very different vibe and since then . well . no one talks about lily evans . reporters try to bring her up every now and again bc they're nosy fuckers but james goes all stiff and his replies become stilted (even if still perfectly professional)

flashforward to . when the story actually starts . a new band has just debuted and it's rising to fame concernigly quick and james remus sirius and peter are going Crazy bc they feel a bit threatened and also oh would u look at that?? if it isn't sirius' estranged brother in the flesh!! playing the drums for this stupid band who's trying to compete with them!!

and if that wasn't enough !! lily finally returns to their lives............... she's also making a debut but as a soloist.............. and she's very Different from the lily they remember................... her songs are loud and aggressive and filled with resentment and very obviously about james and their relationship and james' friends. she's mean and bold and witty and everyone is Wondering if there was more to her disappearance than what they thought

it'll be jegulus and bartylily <3 and one of the reasons why idk if i'll ever write it it's bc one of the reasons why lily left is that she got pregnant and she didn't want it so she aborted and . we all know how this fandom gets about lily and motherhood lmao

anyways one of the scenes that's been plaguing my mind is this one that happens after lily and barty have started sleeping together and spending more and more time in each other's presence!! they're in barty's flat and barty wakes up at some point in the middle of the night just to discover he's alone in bed. so he wakes up and finds lily sitting at the kitchen table, notebook open, pen in hand and humming under her breath. he hugs her from behind and sees she's writing something new and they talk a lil, bicker some and tease even more, and then barty tells her she should write a song about him and stop dissing that stupid ex bf of hers bc it's getting old. lily laughs and asks him if he wants a cheesy love song and barty cackles and shakes his head and says that he'd rather have one of her dissing songs, bc they're fun and likes it when she gets all mean. besides, the press wouldn't believe her if she wrote something nice or sweet about him bc barty is always getting into scandal after scandal

lily does end up writing a song about barty, dissing him (affectionately except ppl don't know that) and when she first performs it live, she does so while just wearing one of barty's shirts and barty laughs the whole time while sporting the biggest heart eyes known to mankind

[abiiors]

Bet

Day 5 of (write) anything that you want to! week and omg it's over so quickly. Truly I had so much fun 😭💞 Series Masterlist

Warnings - Minors dni! This is toxic, to say the least, but it is also hot so, uh, yeah, sub matty kinda??? (at least I’ve tried lmao), overstim. (Not the biggest fan of this fic, unfortunately.), oral, fwb dynamic

Friday: slutty matty

The pub is crowded tonight. Which is to be expected for a Friday night. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him chatting up a pretty blonde at the bar. She giggles at something he says, twirls her hair around her finger. He leans closer as if on cue and lets his eyes roam freely from her mouth to her very ample cleavage. 

He’s interested. Or so she thinks. 

She throws her head back, laughs loudly at his joke. And he takes the opportunity to steal a glance at you. But reading his body language has almost become second nature now so you focus your attention back on the man in front of you. 

Nate (Nick?) the financial analyst (banker?) is busy gloating about his recent luxury Cancun holiday and how he could take you places if you interest him enough. (Starting with his dingy apartment tonight, you’re sure of it.)

You hmm and nod at all the appropriate times, smile coyly at him when he suggests anything remotely sexual. 

‘So, should we leave?’ he asks in a deep, fake husky voice, ‘my place?’

In response, you place a hand on his knees and slowly drag it upward. ‘Wait for me?’ you purr, ‘I’ll be back in five.’ And you’re out before he has a chance to respond. 

The music thrums louder, bodies press together closely as they sway and stagger. An arm snakes around your waist, sending a thrill of excitement right down to your stomach and you feel yourself being pulled flush against Matty’s firm chest. 

‘A hand on his knee?’ he tuts and tries to nip at your ear. 

‘Well…’ you grind lightly on him, ‘I saw you eyeing her like that and thought I could do one better.’

Your blood turns hot and rushes straight down when you feel his fingers trailing up your thigh. Being this close to him is already a dizzying sensation but all your thoughts zero in on that one calloused finger drawing circles on the apex of your thigh. 

‘Time’s up,’ he breathes. ‘Ready to leave?’

You nod, barely concealing the excitement that blooms within you at his words. Nick (Nate?) will realise soon enough that you won’t be back tonight. So will the several others whose numbers sit safely in your phone. You’re sure there is an equally long trail of women who will wonder why he’s never gone back to them. The question is, whose is longer?

The cab ride back to his place is tense and silent, the air thick with anticipation. His fingers get tangled in the hem of your dress, yours get caught trying to undo his buttons but none of you dares speak. None of you is allowed to reveal your numbers yet. So the car fills with sounds of soft gasps and shuddered breaths and racing heartbeats. 

Matty’s place is silent and dimly lit. He goes to turn on the light but you’re quick to stop him; tonight’s activities are best kept in the dark after all. 

His hand comes to rest on your waist, another on the back of your neck as he tilts your face up. 

‘I’m going to leave you such a mess tonight,’ he murmurs cockily, fingers digging into your waist but you’re not one to submit so easily. 

‘Counting our chickens, are we?’ you smirk and step out of his grip. He almost stumbles forward, almost lets out a surprised grunt but stops himself just in time. 

‘How much?’ he asks once he has his phone out. You take a minute to take him in, faintly illuminated by the glow of his screen, looking at you with dark hungry eyes. 

‘You first,’ you challenge. 

His smirk widens but he doesn’t challenge back, instead, he holds out his phone for you to see. One after the other after the other, there are eight phone numbers in total and your grin deepens, turns feral. 

All you need to do is breathe one word.

‘Nine’

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The silk bedsheets on his bed are unruffled, pristine. It’s your playground for tonight and you can’t wait to see the state of them once you’re done with him. The shadows in the bedroom deepen and flicker as you make your way to the familiar drawer. “The drawer of sins” he calls it but to you, it’s the drawer of all your depraved fantasies come true. 

‘On the bed,’ you command, voice low and sultry. 

‘Yes, ma’am,’ he smiles coyly. But you know you’ll fuck the coyness out of him soon enough. 

The drawer opens almost soundlessly. It’s lined with red velvet, the same shade of your nails tonight, the same shade of the blindfold that sits within. Among an assortment of things. 

‘Are you going to be a good boy for me tonight?’ you ask and he nods eagerly. 

You step closer, close enough that you’re standing between his legs and place the satin blindfold over his eyes. 

‘Your words, love,’ you taunt, tying a knot with deft fingers, ‘I asked you a question.’

Matty hmms distractedly, too dazed to be thinking properly but he knows the rules of this game. ‘I will be good for you tonight,’ he whispers hoarsely. 

So you place a palm flush against his chest and push him onto the bed.

His head bounces slightly on the mattress and his lips part with a gasp but none of that can be compared to the sound he makes once you climb on top and straddle him. 

You grab his chin with your fingers, nails digging softly into his hard jaw, ‘tell me your safe word.’

‘Red,’ he swallows and that’s all the encouragement you need. 

You tighten your fingers around his jaw, bring your mouth so it’s almost touching his, ‘and tell me what you want,’ you command softly. Your lips ghost over his and he shivers at the featherlight touch. 

‘I want to please you.’

The thought brings the butterflies swarming to your stomach; him writhing under you, begging for you to touch him. 

You start slow, just unbuttoning his shirt, palming him through his jean. That elicits a proper groan out of him and he thrusts his hips upward almost reflexively. Matty’s chest shines in the moonlight—pale and unmarked for now. It’s practically begging to be covered in scratches and hickeys but all of that would come later. For now, you slowly trail a nail down his sternum and watch the goosebumps scatter over his body. 

‘Let’s try something new tonight, shall we?’ you ask, already looking at the small collection of toys on the nightstand. It’s such a small device really, black and like a bullet in shape but that’s what you’ve chosen for tonight. 

A faint buzzing fills the room as soon as you push the button and his eyebrows raise slightly. He’s not allowed to speak, he’s not allowed to answer back but clearly, he can’t help himself. His mouth opens, about to speak but you’re faster. 

Whatever words are about to leave his mouth turn into a soft moan as soon as the vibrator hovers over one of his nipples—just close enough to send shocks through him but not close enough to properly touch him. His back arches, his body trying to make contact with it wherever you take it. And you feel the blood rushing down south. It’s almost tempting to use the vibrator on yourself but no, not so quick. 

‘Do you want more?’ you move the buzzing device down, down, down, trailing over his navel; circling it once, then again. His gasps grow erratic as soon as it moves lower; as soon as you trace it over his happy trail and rest it just above his jeans. 

‘I want more,’ he gasps out, ‘please!’

His bulge is painfully big by now, he’s ready to do anything just to feel any kind of fiction. If it were any other day, you would simply get him out of his jeans and sink down but today is not like the other days. Today is the day he learns the consequences of losing a bet. 

‘Go on then,’ you smile sweetly, ‘take them off.’

He doesn’t need to be twice. His shaky fingers fumble with his belt, then his zipper while you watch. The vibrator buzzes in your hands still and you wonder if you could just…

‘Fuck…’ he breathes as soon as he hears it. Because you can’t help the moan that escapes you as soon as the silicon tip touches your aching, wet pussy. 

‘Shit,’ he groans, ‘are you touching yourself.’

You moan obnoxiously as the wand rests right against your clit. It’s nothing compared to his fingers, his touches. The faster he gets out of his clothes, the better it will be for him, he knows. But his hands shake and he keeps stopping to hear you, to feel the moans reverberate through his bones. It’s like he simply can’t help himself. 

‘Faster, Matthew,’ you chide, follow it up with another obscene moan. ‘Unless we want to tease each other all night?’

The jeans are off and thrown somewhere to the side quickly after that, the boxers follow suit. But that’s all he’s allowed to do for now, that’s all he was told. You wonder if you should be cruel and make him wait but wanting to see his reaction is a much stronger urge. So you begrudgingly move the bullet away from you and right at the base. The bullet gleams with your wetness, leaves a trail wherever it touches and Matty whines loudly at the first fucking contact. 

He mumbles and curses turn incoherent as soon as the buzzing wand moves toward the base of his shaft. His hips bucks, sweat making his chest glisten as beads of precum make his tip glisten. 

‘Such a pretty mess,’ you tut, enjoying the feeling of those words. Usually, it’s him using them against you, whispering them against your inner thigh as he watches you fall apart. 

So you bring your mouth down and give his tip a small lick. Matty’s grunts turn wild, his hips jerking, trying to chase more of the feeling. 

‘Please, baby,’ he begs, ‘please, I want your mouth on me.’

You hum softly in contemplation, dragging the device up and down absentmindedly while he whines. ‘Oh god, oh god, fuck—’ he screams, louder this time and you almost, almost wonder if you should put him out of his misery. 

‘My mouth around you?’ you mock, ‘but you haven’t done anything to earn it.’

‘I will earn it,’ he whines, ‘please just, I want you.’ He’s minutes away from snapping, you know he is. But this is just getting better.

You take the vibrator away from him, straddle him once again until you can feel his stiff cock pressed against your ass. Just as he can feel your went cunt on his stomach. ‘Tell me your colour.’

‘Green,’ he doesn’t hesitate, ‘Please, I’m gonna die, please let me fuck you.’

The look in his eyes when you pull the blindfold down is going to be a permanent part of your fantasies, you’re sure of it. His eyes have gone almost pitch black and unfocused. His curls plastered to his forehead and his lips swollen from how hard he bit his teeth into them.

‘Need you on my face,’ he begs, ‘I told you I will earn it.’

He doesn’t need to ask twice before you’re lowering yourself on his face. His hands come to grip your things, yours clutch the headboard as his tongue circles your already sensitive clit. 

‘Fuck,’ you ground out simultaneously—him from the taste of you and you from the jolt that goes through you.’

Your eyes roll back in pleasure as his tongue makes quick work of lapping at you. His fingers dig into your creamy thighs, and you hips grind involuntarily. He’s the one that’s supposed to be writhing yet here he is, almost desperate and feverish, making you scream out his name. 

‘Good boy,’ you encourage, ‘so good to me.’ In response he lets his teeth graze your clit.

‘I’ll let you cum if you make me cum first,’ you offer but that feeling is not far away. The room spins and spins as pleasure builds at the base of your spine. Occasionally Matty hums and sends vibrations all throughout your body. With every filthy word he utters, with every broad stroke he licks, you feel your sanity slipping away slowly. 

‘Keep going,’ you moan loudly just as his grip tightens, ‘god, I'm so close.’

‘I wanna taste you,’ he pleads, ‘please.’ And plunges his tongue inside one last time. That’s all it needs for the restraint to snap. You’re surprised that the wood doesn’t splinter under your fingers with how hard you grip it. The room tilts on its axis or maybe it’s just you, throwing your head back and screaming something incoherent. Thighs trembling and out of breath, you finally manage to bring yourself down enough to look at him. His mouth is wet with your slick, his face hungry for more. The blindfold rests somewhere around his neck having slipped off halfway through and his hands move up and down your hips. 

‘Fine,’ you murmur, still trying to sound as put together as possible even after shattering on his tongue over and over again. ‘I think you’ve earned it—’

‘Yes, yes,’ he breathes, ‘I am going crazy, please.’ And you can tell he is. He looks like he’s five minutes away from taking matters into his own hands. Quite literally. 

So you smirk down at him and pick up the small black bullet. 

‘So where were we?’ you ask innocently just as buzzing fills the room once again. 

[akahael]

TAG, I'M IT!

GAHHHH It's been so much time since someone tagged me in something like this!!! Thank you @one-silly-cart00nist !!! Bestie indeed :DDD 💖💥

Last Song:

This song has been repeating in my head for weeks. Maybe months? Chappell Roan is absolutely ICONIC and her voice and this song make my bones tremble idk how to explain!!?

Also a honor mention:

I know this might not resonate with everyone in here because it's in spanish but ☝️ another masterpiece and another incredible singer. This song gets me crying every💥 time💥

Fave place:

My computer? Lol- Probably any big city with tons of street commerce. I love exploring the capital with my irl friends when I get the chance (Getting robbed is part of the experience); and in general places where I can see people's small business too, like cons!!!

Fave book:

I have always been a fanfiction boy I'm sorry... I don't know many "actual" books... But back in school "Fahrenheit 451" didn't let me sleep lol. It's about a biopolitical government who demands the firefighters no longer stop fires, but start them, by burning books (books are illegal)

It's pretty cool, but if I'm allowed to talk about my favorite fan-fiction, I HAVE to say, "Markdoka Magica!" by @bonkerbuster69 on A03 LIKE. THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I HAVE READ?!?! IT MADE ME CRYYYYYY!!!!!!! It's about Mark discovering and accepting herself as a trans girl SNIFF SNIFF everyone should read it 😭😭😭

And in second place there's "The perks of being in love" (orphan_account) which is a 2015 fanfic on AO3 about Wirt (Over the Garden Wall) and Dipper (Gravity Falls) and their slow burn romance in highschool GAHH the corniest thing but it low-key made me realize I was on the ace spectrum AND high key was the start of my love for poetry so it kinda had a big impact on my life LMAOO

As for books again, I will say "Dear Evan Hansen" too but just because there isn't a space for "favorite musical" heh

Fave movie:

I don't watch many movies either lol but I have to say Luca (yes, the one from pixar). It brings me the biggest sensation of comfort any sort of media has ever made me feel, and I had a bigg hyperfixation with it for over two years so yeah. It's special.

Honorable mention to The Bad Guys too (I'm not a furry I swear (?))

Fave show:

OHOHOHO!!!! I wouldn't know... Both Gravity Falls and Over the Garden Wall fight for the first place with fists and teeth. Every time a hyperfixation is over I just go back to them

That's in general. Currently tho, of course I'm OBSESSED with Craig of the Creek and especially the Elders, 1. for the comfort sensation it gives, 2. It's surprisingly funny and 3. The way they approach certain, more serious topics in a friendly way for kids. I love to see it with my lil sister and she loves the show too.

Honorable mentions again to The Eltingville Club pilot, Fired on Mars, Total Drama Island (SPECIFICALLY the 2023 reboot) andddd Edd Ed n Eddy which I still haven't finished but I HAVE to lol

Fave food:

Popcorn.

ErMmM I'll tag @twuizzy just if you want to do it pal!!!! :D

[hyenasheep]

Brainstorming random general Junkrat headcanons that i consider as an official canon at this point

I wrote this at 4 am cough

- mother issues, and not in the kinky way but like really bad espresso depresso mother issues. He's like a newborn duck who thinks that anything that comes near to him is his mother (also based of his voice lines i think he was an only child and probably lived only with his mom)

- he doesn't care about what he's wearing, dress, pants, skirts, like he's able to walk around in anything that isn't tight or scratchy

- he sees Roadhog as his father figure/older brother and they just kinda adopted each other without the paperwork (ALSO pls don't take this like I'm trying to shittalk on ppl who ship them, this is just my personal view on their relationship so pls don't yell at me or I'm gonna cry ;-;)

- you can't tell me that my boy doesn't have adhd and ptsd, like C'mon

- he's on aro/ace spectrum, he spend his entire life in wasteland so he's rather looking for family and friends than partner, at least not just a quick flirting etc.

- but I can also see him that something like a personal space doesn't exist for him (he's extremely hungry for any physical touch like someone hug him already holy hell) i feel like he doesn't really understand social interactions (kinnie moment) . Idk how to describe it but like imagine he would randomly walk to you and gave you flowers or smth, just trying to be friendly not realizing smn could interpret it differently

- but also he has no idea what flirting is, like u could hit on him for months and he would be for the entire time like :) 🧍‍♀️"love ya too mate" while patting your head

- he actually can draw pretty well, like the concepts he drew for his bombs etc? He has such a clean lineart holy shit

- hardcore/trash punk and kpop/classic 2000s pop, nothing else.

- literally the biggest fan boy (a little meow meow u can say), Lucio? listens to his music non-stop, Hammond? has his stuffed animals and signed peg leg, Junker Queen? gosh, if he doesn't have at least one lunch box with her, I'm throwing hands than

- the pokémon sodas edition, he would love them, cherishem them, worship them, like if he loves pachimari u can't tell me he wouldn't love strawberry yagult pink soda with Mew on the can

- he's losing his hearing so he uses hearing aids (that he made himself ofc), also him and roadhog know sign language and using it pretty oftenly, during missions, when Junkrat's having a panic attack etc.

- so like ppl say he's egoistic but i think there's a huge difference between his ego and Junker Queens ego, she's very confident and sure about her role/look/skill etc. While Junkrat is more self-ironic and tries to hide that he is actually pretty insecure about pretty much everything

- can speak fluently many languages which always throws everyone off , like he just randomly starts speaking Chinese fluently in a middle of meeting or something, and everyone arevlooking at him like 🧍‍♀️

- shitty phantom pains, he may know how to build his prosthetics from a literal garbage but has no idea when it comes to take care of himself so he just curles up into a ball and sobbs

- he and Roadhog give each other manicures at least once a month, that's the only thing he can actually take care of

- unhealthy addiction to coffee and sweets (someone should take away the coffee machine he has in the workshop) (his teeth are rotten at this point)

- his sleep is more broken than the queuing system (haha funny), usually sleeping like 3 hours per day, that's why the coffee addiction

- if u would show him any kind of love he would start stuttering while trying to come up with smth funny, blushing, sweating and sit on the ground and think about life for the next 30 mins cuz of how much he's not used to being praised

- also my man is a huge emotional wreck, he's getting new emotion every 5 seconds

- honestly i can't decide if the only thing he ever read was a recipe on frozen dumplings or if he's the biggest nerd u can imagine who's walking around with Franz Kafka or Sigmund Freud while sipping his boba tea

- he's missing an eye - I read the theory that he doesn't have an eye and that his fake eye is actually the real treasure with a code or smth, and omg, im obsessed, yes, my boy is like a cool mad max pirate, absolutely canon, at least it would connect him to some actual lore in the story, he's just wobbling around for last 6 years just give him something already;-;

- he likes comics, i just think he likes to inconspicuously steal a new issue of Batman whenever they're pulling a heist

- you know those French toasts that are basically just normal bread soaked in condensed milk? that's his ass

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Hello hi! I'll just post this again just in case mine was also deleted, if not you can go ahead and ignore this! I was wondering if I'd be able to get an Obey Me match up!

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: demi-sexual

Appearance: I have straight black hair that goes down to my waist with chocolate brown eyes. I stand at a whopping, gigantic height of 5'0 (I know, I'm super tall 😌😌). I also have a few, small scars on me, either from minor surgery that I had to go through or because I'm just clumsy 😔😔

Personality: I like to think I'm a super fun person to be around. Of course when I'm meeting someone (or someone is meeting me for the first time) it's just the usual niceties, but once you're within my close bubble I'm a very silly person. I like to joke and tease with my friends a lot (within their comfort zones). I'm also very observant when I'm with friends. I always make sure everyone is having fun, and if they're a bit down I make sure to do a quick check up on them, making sure if they're alright and just there in case they need someone to lean on/listen. I'm also very affectionate! Whether it's verbal or physical (a little more for physical because when I tell you I am TOUCH STARVED). I love hugs, head pats, playful nudges/shoves, or just platonic/romantic cuddling I love it all.

Likes: I love the rain, from the sound as it fall or the way it smells I love it! I also like to read! I mainly read a lot of fantasy and romance books because a fantasy book with a drabble of romance is a huge KO for me. I also really like to just hang with friends or loved ones, just being around them brings a lot of comfort for me!

Dislikes: I am not the biggest fan of hot weather (90+F) I will literally turn into a puddle of ice cream and just lay there as I continue to melt on the concrete. I also don't like mushrooms, it's either the texture or the way they taste but I refuse to eat them. I also don't like overcrowded places. If it's just a bit of a large crowd then I'm somewhat fine, but if it's so crowded that I have to shimmy between people and we kinda end up brushing against each other I will absolutely hate it.

Extra fun fact: I'm a big sucker for knowledge and always want to take it all in, whether it helps me or not in the long run I don't care, I want to know. I like to know random things that will not help me in any shape way or form.

I hope you have a good day!!🫶🫶🫶

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

OBEY ME!

Belphegor

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Belphie is a tough nut to crack; he takes a long time to get close to anyone. From his trust issues to his hate for his brothers, he genuinely didn't want people around.

All Belphie ever cared for was to have Beel around. Beel was safe, his twin comforted. However, you started to creep your way in.

When Belphie was forgiven by the crew, he tried to turn over a new leaf, especially to make it up to you.

He would forgo sleep to help you with classwork, cook for you, and even help you find a new book to read.

He constantly questioned why he cared so much about you. Was it because you were small, like a teddy bear, or was it because you were kind to him even after everything he said and did.

When he confessed these growing feelings to you, you were a little apprehensive. I mean, yes, he was much better than before, but could you let go of everything that happened?

You gave him a chance to impress, and boy, did he impress. He set up the whole attic in a start-night theme, with pillows and blankets galore and a projector playing a movie you liked.

Your cuddle date soon became a weekly occurrence. Some nights you watched a movie and other nights you would read to Belphie as he slept.

He loved your voice, and all the books you read were fascinating in their own ways.

He would pick up on the books you liked the most and try to mimic what the lovers would do. Or he would decorate the room in the fairytail theme of your book.

As you two grew closer, the brothers noticed a massive shift in Belphie and were thankful for your presence in his life.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You had just gotten back to the House of Lamentation after a grueling day of helping Dia and Lucifer out with minor tweaks to the exchange program. You felt off as you went to your room, passing by some of the brothers. They all were looking at you oddly and laughing even. Once you reached your door, you quickly learned why. Though Belphie and you were officially dating, he sometimes didn't hesitate to torment you. Hung on your door was a note that said 'Attic tonight?' and a cow-themed pajama set. You laughed out loud. It was no wonder everyone was so weird.

Changing into your new onesie, you made your way to your destination. Upon entering the room, you saw a beautiful landscape of fairytale dreams. Once making your way in a little deeper, you found a half-asleep bull curled up on a pillow. As if sensing your presence, Belphie popped his head up and looked at you, "I thought you were never going to make it!" You laughed gently, taking your place next to the man. He soon wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled into your side. He was always the cutest when he was sleepy, when he was akwake he was always grumpy.

You pulled out the book you had been reading for Belphie and found the right page again. As you began to read, the boy got more comfortable around you and dozed off. You smiled, finishing the chapter you were on and marking the book. You scooted down and got closer to Belphie, tangling your legs with his. As you repositioned, he woke slightly, gently kissing your cheek before closing his eyes and finding sleep again. Not too long after, you also found comfort in the darkness of sleep with the bull-man by your side.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(Mammon had just approached you with an offer to go see a play that was the original writing of a book you liked. Belphie was not a fan of this as he couldn't sleep with you that night.)

Belphie: Do you have to go with stupid Mammon? What if it's a ploy to get with you?

Y/N: My dear, there is no ploy to get with me; I am with you. I just want to see the play.

Belphie: But it's Mammon. Maybe he is gonna try to sell you off to clear some debt.

Y/N: Belphie, it sounds like you are jealous and don't want me to go for your own reasons.

Belphie: Nno I just want to keep our regular routine.

Y/N: Mhm, I see no jealousy at all.

(A pillow could be seen flying across the room)

[some-pers0n]

Heyy I’m new to the tf2 fandom and was wondering where you get your content? Obviously there’s the game and the official animations, but is there any other big source? I’ve heard of the comics but haven’t read them, I don’t know anything other than that lol

Tbh there’s so much fanwork that it’s kinda hard to tell what’s canon and what isn’t 😭

Also I love Medic as well :) AND PYRO, I LOVE PYRO SO MUCH, THEY ARE SUCH A SWEETIE

Finally got around to this anon ask lol.

For general art and such? I hang around here on Tumblr. Twitter too, but mainly Tumblr. I'm always terrible with remembering artists off the top of my head though.. You just go through the TF2 tag and follow whichever one you'd like :] Same thing said with TF2 fics. Despite writing like. 200k words, I don't read a ton of fics. I get too upset too quickly when the characters aren't exactly like how I write them.

The comics are great! You can find them on the official TF2 website. No need to buy anything, as they're available on the comic section. They're actually supposed to be read on that website lol. They're very silly and fun and I recommend them a lot, especially when it comes to learning the more "lore" characters like Saxton Hale, the Administrator and Pauling, Gray Mann, and so on and so forth.

Videos and such? I like watching SFM animations and YouTubers. Some that jump out at me in particular are

Uncle Dane (Engineer tips and gameplay)

Lazy Purple (synopsis of the classes with gameplay and general tips and such)

ShorK (TF2 goofs and memes with the occasional very high-quality stuff as he works kinda with the voice actors of the mercs)

Quazies (fan animations)(both Godzilla and TF2 with the Lil' Pootis shorts),

Elmaxo (TF2 challenges like getting 1000 kills on the sniper rifle and zero headshots kills)

Eltorro64Rus (weird Gmod animations with goofy and silly nonsensical stuff)

Bumbles McFumbles (mostly non-TF2 BUT he has done two videos about the mercs and which one is the biggest war criminal and well as which ones make for the best boyfriend)

ColonelFazipantzen (very pretty SFM animations and memes)

The Winglet (SFM animator who goes high-quality and goofy videos)

Fortress Films (Spy's Disguise and Emesis Blue, two SFM movies that are pretty different and tone [especially with Emesis Blue] and I generally wouldn't exactly recommend as your first exposure to TF2 since Emesis Blue in particular is a serious psychological horror flick)

All you need to know is that official Valve-made stuff is canon. The comics, official SFMs, blog posts, all that. Most of the stuff you find on YouTube or here isn't canon unless it's a repeat of what's shown in canon. Blah blah blah, all that.

[msmargaretmurry]

I hated HIM soo much!! something about the way the authors wrote gay and bi people rubbed me the wrong way and I could never get over it. But I will say I loved heated rivalry (the game changers book) with my whole heart, even though the other books in the series were not for me. The main couple never reminded me of sid/ovi mainly because it’s impossible for me to visualize sidney crosby in any kind of sexual scenario :/

✨🌟💕💖HIM haters unite!!!💖💕🌟✨

scream, sorry to sidney crosby but this is so funny to me. i support you. you're so valid.

i told someone else that when i answered this ask that i'd elaborate a little on why HIM didn't work for me, but i'm going to put that stuff under a cut in case there are secret HIM fans on here who are getting really tired of me dragging a book they like, lmao.

ok so it has been a while since i read it so i might not remember all the details, but here were my biggest turn-offs for that book. some of these are things i would let slide if other parts of the book were better. like, i WILL let clunky writing slide if the story/characters are really good (but if the story/characters are also bad i just get more pissy about it the more i read). some of these though... eesh.

the writing. sorry, the writing was not very good!! if i am reading a book and i can't stop line-editing in my head as i go, the story is gonna have to do some really heavy lifting to win me over. the worst part for me was how there were a whole bunch of instances where i would read a sentence and go "hm, that's a weird word choice" because the word choices were just like... slightly off of what they were probably supposed to mean? like someone had pulled then from a thesaurus without actually understanding the nuance in meaning between the synonyms. it was really distracting.

the pacing/worldbuilding. this book constantly did the thing where it introduced a person, place, or concept the moment it became important instead of building those things into the story along the way so that when they became important it didn't feel like it was being made up on the spot. once again, really distracting!

the protagonists. the first few chapters made an attempt at developing distinct voices for the two protagonists but that was all out the window by like a quarter of the way through. they had minor personality differences but other than that were near-identical cringeworthy sports bro stereotypes.

the way every woman was treated in the story???? gross

the way bisexuality was treated in the story?????? GROSS

the HOCKEY. this book actually lulled me into a sense of false security because the first few chapters did a decent job with the frozen four, but after that? absolute nonsense. the main characters are college prospects the summer before they go pro and the book had NO grasp of how that process looks or works. like for example one of them is a goalie and his big existential crisis is "i don't know if going pro will be worth it if i'm not immediately the starting goalie for the nhl team i sign with." WELL BUDDY YOU'RE NOT GONNA BE. BECAUSE OF HOW DEVELOPMENT WORKS. WHICH YOU AS A HOCKEY PLAYER AT THIS LEVEL WOULD DEFINITELY KNOW ABOUT. HOPE THIS HELPS. just, no idea how the player-agent relationship works, no idea how the agent-team relationship works, no idea how the prospect-team relationship works.

the sex scenes read like the author(s) learned everything they knew about gay sex from reading mediocre fanfiction published in 2012

(!!!!!!!!!!SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!) the part at the end when whats his face comes out to his nhl team's pr guy and the pr guy is like "no problem buddy we actually already knew because we cyber-stalk all of our prospects! we actually drafted you because we'd been getting some heat for letting all our players of color go and thought a gay player would show we value diversity! so when you wanna come out publicly we already have the press release done!" and whats his face is like huh kinda weird but cool ok! ABSOLUTELY B O N K E R S. not that i wouldn't put it past an nhl team to be like that but oh my god don't act like it's cool and normal instead of total nightmare fuel??

okay. sorry. i'm done now. i buddy-read this book with a friend and she couldn't even finish it because she also hated it. i know a lot of people liked this book according to goodreads, and obviously people are allowed to like things that are not to my taste but lordy. what a bad time for me personally!!!

[linagram]

>:D Now you have to tell me what songs you'd assign to Eiji and Miki!

OKAY OKAY so i actually did have some t2 covers for them in mind, but i don't think they're gonna get a new profile this time because uhhh, i feel like "the end of the first trial" and the pre-t2 vds show their personality changes well and also if i tried to describe their t2 personalities more, it would be like "but you will see that in one of the future vds!" or "but i can't say much about it because spoilers!", like sure, i have to keep a lot of info about my prisoners secret too, but when it's the guards who are like, literally the protagonists, it's very hard to hide everything. and i didn't want to make a whole new profile just so for their covers (and possible voicelines) soooo yeah i'll talk about them here! also i was too lazy to draw their t2 versions.

Milgram covers.

Eiji: Yeah, he gets Bring It On this time. I had to do it to him. I also thought of giving him Harrow, but let's be honest here, I like to joke about Eiji and Kotoko's similarities, since both of them are so passionate about justice and both of them punish the guilty prisoners, but.. That's where their similarities end. Also, I don't know much about Kotoko, I'm not like, her biggest fan here (though I don't dislike/hate her), so I can't say much about her, but I feel like Eiji is more.. uh.. Basically, sure, he wants to punish all criminals and he wants to see them in pain, but it's not because he wants to make this world better or anything. He's just really obsessed with revenge and he wants to feel in control for once. Honestly, it's actually kinda scary to think about, because like.. What if Eiji went "You know what, maybe I shouldn't focus only on criminals AND I SHOULD JUST HURT EVERYONE". I feel like it really could happen if after T1 there were more guilty prisoners and not the innocent ones. Also I just think his Bring It On cover would sound really cool and that last scene with Fuuta looking anxious and staring at his phone and realizing what he had done?? LITERALLY T2 EIJI SEEING EVERYONE'S VERDICTS AND DOUBTING HIMSELF.

Miki: She gets Triage! I feel like her cover would sound really soft and pretty :) The lyrics sound a lot like her T2 version: yes, she's still blaming herself for Asahi running away from home and not protecting him enough and she also wants to help the guilty prisoners, but also now she knows how much influence she has over everyone here. She can save them. She can save both innocent and guilty prisoners. So please, give her another chance. Yes, she thinks she's worse than all the prisoners here and she thinks she's the worst older sister ever, but also, she's one of the guards. Most prisoners like her and Eiji is willing to listen to her. She's indispensable.

DECO*27 covers.

Okay, this one was hard because to be honest, I was just kinda planning to make them follow in Es's footsteps and cover Hibana together dkdksdlsl. But I tried my best to assign them separate covers.

Eiji: Hmm, I don't think it sounds like something he would sing because I imagine Eiji usually covering more "loud" songs, but I decided to go with At! Now, again, as with pretty much all DECO*27 songs, this one is about a romantic relationship, but hear me out. Like, look at the lyrics. "The day after you die, I wonder what I would eat", "If I voiced it out, you would have gotten mad at me, so I'm keeping that in my head", "Why is it when I'm certain of it, I end up wanting to cry alone".. Or how about "The day after I die, I wonder who you'll rely on"? Or "And I'm surprised, you've been having the same thoughts as me"?? OR "UNTIL THE FAR, FAR FUTURE, LET'S KEEP HURTING EACH OTHER"?? OR "BECAUSE UNTIL WE GET TO UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER, I'LL NEVER LEAVE YOU"?? OR "HITTING AND SHARING THIS EXPERIENCE TOGETHER BECAUSE WE'RE WRONG, WE'RE SHINING MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE NOW, RIGHT??? Yeah, I think you know who I'm talking about. I was so shocked when I read the lyrics because?? THIS IS LITERALLY KEI AND EIJI'S RELATIONSHIP?? Like, even lyrics like "So as we feel troubled, let's tell each other "I love you"" sound a lot like them because GOD THEIR DYNAMIC IS INSANE. Eiji constantly reminding Miki how much he hates Kei for everything he did to Eiji and having understandable reasons for wanting to kill him, but instantly going "protective older brother (who is actually younger)" mode when he sees Kei suffering?? Like seriously, if he could kill Kei, he would. But he didn't. Kei is injured, but still alive. Why did Eiji hold back? Is it because he's still scared of him? Is it because he's so used to Kei's abuse that it feels weird to do the same thing to his older brother? Is it because in a very twisted and also sad way, it's too hard for him to let Kei go and he actually loves him?

Miki: I decided to go with Find the Light! (Both songs are also from the same album, so yay, they match!) The lyrics sound so much like her T2 version and they actually sound a bit scary in this context: "The light slowly vanishes here in this dark world" (her talking about Milgram in general and how there's three guilty prisoners now and the prisoners' relationships are starting to become more toxic and even her relationship with Eiji is a bit different now), "Loving yesterday but hating tomorrow" (She actually gets to hang out with some prisoners sometimes and she ends up having fun, but then she remembers about Trial 2 and Trial 3.. and yeah, those thoughts scare her), "Only a monochrome black and white is reflected in my eyes" (The whole "Innocent or Guilty" thing), "Pushing back the needle of hopes with a finger" (She really is the guilty prisoners' only hope right now and the innocent prisoners also have to ask her for help too).. Some of them are kinda wholesome though, like "So that even if this voice breaks, cry out with a voice that reaches out to recolor the darkness" or "The smiles that I want to protect are right here".. Miki is such an interesting character to me, because at the same time she's a very naive girl who genuinely wants to help others, but also, just like Eiji, she really wants to be in control. Not for the sake of revenge though, but for the sake of stability. She just wants everything to be peaceful for once. And if anyone tries to disturb the peace, well, here's another reminder that she's still one of the guards.

Non-DECO*27 covers:

Again, I wanted to give them one song as a duet and that song is Punishment Game by Kururingo! Like it describes their T2 dynamic so well, or at least that's how Eiji sees their relationship now. Miki is mostly chill about it, but Eiji is slowly starting to see her as a rival. Some moments are so fun to imagine with them too, like "You're wearing that docile expression just to hide your own nervousness, am I right?", "You look like you're enjoying yourself", "You’re trying to keep up that quiet personality, but it’s falling to pieces, I can see it on your face", "No way, could it be that I was the one struggling uselessly this whole time?" and especially "Punishment game, but I'm not laughing, the person on the other end of the strings that move this world, who is it?"/"Hmm, I wonder who it is..".

But if I had to give them separate covers..

Eiji: Hitori Yurari by Kanaria and Maretu! Again, IT'S BECAUSE OF HIS DYNAMIC WITH KEI. IT'S A BIG PART OF HIS CHARACTER PLEASE UNDERSTAND ME. (Or maybe I'm just in that mood because Kei's profile is next and I'm. I'm looking away from his VD. His album trailer voiceline is also such a huge spoiler actually.) But honestly, I'd just love to hear his cover and I think it would sound so cool! The lyrics describe his and Kei's dynamic well too, like Eiji constantly repeating "There's still just no love at all" and also some hints about Kei's past are also there ("You're reeling alone, reeling alone in your dreams, you cried under the shade of a tree in an empty corner") and also lyrics like "Complaining about this and that, you looked down on me, "I love you!", "I hate you!", such an absurd character" and "The way things have gone, I'd prefer it if you'd fall down into hell" AND THE SONG ENDING WITH "I CRIED UNDER THE SHADE OF A TREE IN AN EMPTY CORNER" AND "I WANT TO LIVE WAY LONGER THAN YOU"?? YEAH.

Miki: This one is probably a bit sudden, but.. I decided to go with And Then You Became The Moon by Kikuo. I JUST HAD TO GO WITH A KIKUO SONG FOR HER THIS TIME IDK WHY LIKE I FELT LIKE I HAVE TO DO IT. Now, why this song in particular? Well, this is a cute song about two children playing in the snow and then both of them dying in a blizzard and becoming the Moon and the Star. So, uh.. Miki and Asahi <3 LIKE. THIS SONG SOUNDS SO CUTE AND SO SOFT BUT MIKI SINGING IT MAKES ME SO SAD. She literally thought her little brother died and she blamed herself for it 😭 Honestly, I feel like this song would sound cute as their duet too. I think Andou siblings' voices would sound very soft together. And also the lyrics like "At the very bottom they are together forever" are making me go :') because.. yeah.. It literally took both of them becoming a guard and a prisoner to finally reunite.. So yes, both guards get songs about their siblings this time!

[nova-dracomon]

Hello, big fan of your content, and I hope this isn’t the stupidest question, but I just want to know so I can hopefully know myself; my body better.

How does one figure out whether their body is a system? Is there a sort of process // awakening that sorta happens with therianthropy and the like? Are there any sort of “dead giveaways” that happen that reveal a system instead of a singlet? How to rule out something as an inner voice vs a headmate or something of the sort?

I am eternally confused and potentially misguided, but also would appreciate any clarification. Apologies if I offended or misunderstood any terms, but I just don’t know right now.

It's not a stupid question at all! It's something a lot of us struggle with because it can be difficult to discern. Especially, if like us, in the beginning our host actively worked to suppress everyone else.

We've met ppl who say they've always known, others have one event that just makes everything click into place, and we just kinda slid down a gradual slope to acceptance and actually talking it out. Every system is different and it's impossible to give a one-size-fits-all answer.

So, we'll do the next best thing and talk about how we personally experience plurality. This is by no means gospel or the trueTM way to be a system.

The biggest difference between headmates vs inner monologue vs a character we daydream about is headmates talk back--they're sentient. They have their own thoughts, desires and feelings where a daydream character doesn't and only repeats what our inner voice tells them to--not unlike a remote control toy.

Larka (Host): I experience all my thoughts as words. If I get hungry, in my head I'll 'hear' a thought version of my voice say "I'm hungry" instead of like, envisioning a sandwich. When I first started hearing my headmates, I'd hear another voice alongside my inner voice. It was unprompted, didn't sound like me, and had an "energy" signature attached to it. Everyone here as a unique one that accompanies anything they say--so even if the way their voice sounds fluctuates, we'll know who spoke.

Communication can also be done by sharing emotions. Even if you want something, if someone else doesn't, it can cause conflicting feelings and indecisiveness. Something we've always said about ourselves is that, it doesn't matter how we feel in the moment, because our opinion is so likely to change anyway.

An example of communication: Larka's speeding again. She's feeling good because she loves driving fast and jamming out to MCR. Thorn is annoyed because this happens everyday. Larka's busy thinking about how much she loves Helena. As a stop sign comes into view, there's a sudden shared bolt of discontent laced with anxiety followed by the phrase. "You better do a FULL stop this time." Larka does a full stop.

One particular piece of media that was the biggest turning point for us being "oh shit that might be us" is I am Dog(s). It's a semi-autobiographical narrative that follows a transwoman realizing that she is also plural and a therian. We highly recommend checking it out! If nothing else, it's an easy and fun read.

[stackthedeck]

Hiiiiiiiiii i kinda had a question #lol. The fact that you write is awesome and makes me wanna write too, but every time i try i feel like i have such a large amount of self doubt that comes with it. Every single scene i finish is accompanied by an "oh god this sucks" in my head. Im also having a lot of trouble getting character voices down?? Like wow. Writing's harder than i thought it would be🫡 anyways just wanted to see if you had like tips or anything for dealing with that😨😨😨

Okay so my most practical advice is for how to get character voice. What I'll do as a writing exercise is I'll pick an episode of a show or like a scene from a movie or maybe a podcast episode, pick a medium that has a focus on dialogue. Transcribe the dialogue as you watch or listen (pause or turn on subtitles as needed) and pause the thing between chunks of dialogue and add the action tags, describe what the characters are feeling, give them internal monologue, describe the setting. I know this sounds tedious and like it is and it might not work for you and you definitely can't post it. But it makes me super aware of characters' speech patterns, the way they pause between words, what nicknames or phrases they use often, etc. It's also something that I just pick up on naturally, like I'll talk like my friends not as like an impression of their voice but how they talk and people say it's spooky.

The short cut to nailing how a character talks is to steal dialogue directly from the source, have them use nicknames from canon, and like be aware of their general tone. Like in most situations, Deadpool leans into a more jokey way of speak while Spider-Man is sarcastic with dry jokes and Daredevil is serious and gruff. These will change with each situation you know characters have moods and stuff. But if you're familiar with the source material you're probably really close to a character's voice that you think

with original stories, if I want to create a strong voice for characters and narration, I'll do a writing warm up by going outside or like a library and describe what I experience. I'm not allowed to start writing my actual thing until I include all five senses in those descriptions. I also tend to narrate how I think which doesn't work for everyone but I love metaphors and alliteration so it works. With original characters, they're usually based on someone I know so I'll just memorize their exact words or watch videos that they send me. It's kinda creepy tbh. But rule of thumb is to always read your stuff out loud, heck I usually say the dialogue before I write it, and it gives it a more human sound.

Okay practical advice done now I gotta tell you the thing you won't like. The best way to get over the "this sucks" mentality is to just write a lot. Anytime I'm not so sure about my own writing, I got back to the Hamilton fanfic I wrote in middle school that I proudly put on the internet and sent to my friends and I think "okay it could be so much worse" self-doubt will always be a part of the process you will always be your worst critic. But also you've also gotta be your biggest fan, it helps to find someone else to hype you up, but I dare you to read what you've written a say at least one nice thing about it. Any time you're in the editing stage, say one nice thing about what you've written before you say something that's not working. When you finish editing, say one thing that you're happy you added. You gotta write a lot but you've gotta be good to yourself

[ruethemazerunner]

13. all of me

warning: there will be mentions of gang violence and death when discussing Maisie’s past.

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“So you got those tattoos when you got here?” Maisie tilted her head, eyes wide and curious.

She was sat beside Takatora, legs tucked to her side as her body was turned in his direction. The small basket which held the blueberry muffins Maisie had baked sat between them, one already gone and one half eaten. Takatora had never been the biggest fan of sweets, but after tasting the first bite of blueberry goodness, he’d eaten the whole thing in record time. Maisie was still working on hers, taking small bites as she asked Takatora questions.

He had his hood down, weapon perched across his legs as he nodded in response to Maisie’s question, glancing at her and then looking back down to his fiddling fingers when he felt that tell-tale blush spreading across his face.

“After my third game,” Takatora responded. It had been a struggle to push the words out of his mouth, not because he didn’t want to speak to her, but because he’d spoken more in the half hour that he’d been sat with Maisie than he had in years.

The sweet girl had led him to the Beach’s gardens, and sat them down both under the shade of one of the ginkgo tree off to the side. The very same tree where Maisie often sat by herself reading. He noticed a new book under her arm every couple of days.

‘I wonder what her favorite genre is?’ Takatora found himself really wanting to know. He wanted to know everything about Maisie.

The fact that she’d brought him to a spot where he hadn’t even seen her bring Kuina made him feel like his heart was going to explode. Takatora could tell this spot was special to Maisie in some way, and just the idea that she’d deemed him worthy enough to share it with made him feel all sorts of gooey feelings.

“They kinda look like tiger stripes, was that intentional?” Maisie looked at the inky lines curling up his arm, her fingers reaching out slightly as if to touch them, then quickly putting her hand back down as if she’d changed her mind. Takatora had to hold himself back from frowning, wanting to voice his want for the small girl to trace her fingers across his skin, but not wanting to seem weird, he kept his mouth shut.

Instead he lifted his shoulders in a shrug, “Could be. It was the artists’ idea.”

Takatora glanced down at his own tattoos, having not payed them that much mind since they healed completely. His mother had once mentioned to him when he was just a boy that one of the meanings of Takatora roughly translated to ‘tiger’, but considering that he hadn’t bothered to introduce himself to the man who’d tattooed him he doubted it had been intentional.

Maisie kept marveling at the designs on his arms, trailing her eyes upwards to also get a look at the ones on his face. Takatora instinctively ducked his face when her eyes looked over his features, feeling very much self conscious under the gaze of the prettiest human he’d ever come across.

He’d never given much thought to his appearance. He liked his tattoos, and he knew his height gave him a couple of ‘bonus points’ (in Niragi’s words, at least), but he’d never considered himself to be particularly handsome either. Up until then, there had never been a moment where Takatora stopped to consider if he was considered good looking, or even cared for that matter.

But his heart beat a million times faster with the hope that maybe Maisie did find him attractive.

Out of the corner of his eye, Takatora could see that Maisie’s eyes continued their path downwards, also taking in the tattoos on his neck and chest area.

“I like them,” Takatora’s eyes snapped back up when he heard her voice. It was simple, but the compliment left him feeling lightheaded nonetheless. “I only have one tattoo, but it’s tiny and nowhere near as cool.”

Now that captured Takatora’s attention completely.

“You have a tattoo?”

Maisie beamed at him, the toothy grin making her cheeks push her eyes into half moon shapes, “Uh huh, I’ll show you!”

The small girl shifted on the grass until she was facing the other direction, which confused Takatora, that was until she reached with both hands to lift her hair up in a makeshift ponytail, revealing the back of her neck.

Takatora was momentarily distracted by the sight of her slender arms holding up her long hair. He’d never seen Maisie with her hair up, and he couldn’t help thinking about how pretty she looked. But then he shook himself out of his thoughts and finally glanced down to take a look at the exposed skin of her nape.

There in the center, right below her hairline, was a small heart. Not an artistic one, but a anatomically correct one. It was small, no more than a couple centimeters, and the line work was thin and dainty. But that’s not what really peaked Takatora’s interest.

It was the fact that the heart was torn in half, held together only by thin lines which were clearly meant to be tendons that really made him pause.

‘Is it supposed to signify heartbreak?’ He wondered. Not for the first time, Takatora was consumed by the fierce desire to learn everything about the woman beside him. Moreover, if his speculation was correct and the design was supposed to represent a ‘broken heart’, he wanted nothing more than to rectify it.

“It’s a bit on the nose, I know,” He heard Maisie say. She was still turned away from him, but then she slowly lowered her arms and let her wavy strands fall against her back once more. She slowly turned to face Takatora again.

“Ex-boyfriend?” Is all his stupid brain could come up with. Takatora didn’t want to pry, but he desperately wanted to know the answer. The thought of Maisie being with another man made him feel deeply uncomfortable in a way he couldn’t quite put into words, even if he had no right to feel that way. Even more so, the thought of someone breaking Maisie’s heart, hurting her, made him want to scoop the girl into his arms and shelter her from the world so nothing could harm her again.

‘If someone broke her heart, they better be praying they don’t end up in the Borderlands.’

But Maisie let out a small huff of laughter, shaking her head with a small smile as she picked at her blueberry muffin, “I wish it was something that simple. It’s… it was for my brother.”

Brother?

For some reason, the statement caught Takatora off guard, even though he vaguely recalled Maisie mentioning something about a brother to Ann the night before. He hadn’t stopped to actually process the information, mind much too preoccupied on the events that had taken place during the game.

“Your brother?” Is all that Takatora could force past his lips. He didn’t want to pry, the subject obviously being a sensitive one. At the same time, he had to physically hold his tongue from asking Maisie to tell him about every single aspect of her life.

The small girl nodded. She plucked a small piece off of the muffin in her hands and brought it to her mouth, obviously searching for the right words as she chewed. Takatora waited patiently for her to be ready.

Finally, Maisie cleared her throat, bringing her bright eyes up to meet his own, “His name was Isamu,” she began, nibbling her lower lip as she swallowed hard, “He was four years older than me. He was kind of the ‘golden child’ of the family, you know? Always got good grades, got into his first choice college. All of it. Except at some point he started hanging out with this… group of friends.”

Takatora stared at Maisie, absorbing all of the information she was providing. He tried to keep his expression neutral, clearly sensing by Maisie’s expression that the story was about to take a darker turn, but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious as to what happened. He wanted to know everything, to get to know the girl before him, even the unhappy parts. He wanted all of Maisie, the good and the bad.

“My mom thought they were just a couple of troublemakers at first, and while she wasn’t super excited about my brother hanging out with them, she didn’t push the subject either. That was until we found out that they weren’t just a couple of ‘troublemakers’ or some lame group of bullies, they were part of a gang. Like a real, you definitely don’t wanna mess with them, sort of gang. That’s when my mom freaked out. She made sure my brother never had the chance to hang out with them, even though I caught him sneaking out to see them on a couple of occasions. I wanted to be a good sister and not snitch, y’know? Now I realize that if I’d spoken up, things might’ve been different.”

The sadness that overtook Maisie’s voice made Takatora’s stomach feel like a lead weight had been dropped into it. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but he was one hundred percent certain it was absolutely not Maisie’s fault. She was too good to do anyone harm on purpose.

“To my mom’s relief, Isamu was going off to college, and she thought that would finally put an end to the whole gang situation. And I guess, for a while, it did. My brother was training to be a heart surgeon,” Maisie’s hand went up, almost subconsciously, to rub over her heart tattoo, “He was good at it too. He’d assisted in a good number of surgeries, and he was an amazing cardiac nurse. My father always said he had such a promising future, and it really seemed that way. I was so proud of him.”

When Takatora saw the tears gathering in Maisie’s eyes, he couldn’t resist the urge to comfort her anymore. Slowly, he reached his hand down and placed it gently over hers, bracing himself for Maisie to jerk her hand away in disgust. But she never did. Instead, she turned her hand around so her palm was facing his, and laced their fingers together, offering him a watery smile.

It took all of Takatora’s power not to faint on the spot.

He schooled himself for Maisie’s sake, noticing how her expression became somber once more, her smile slowly falling, “One night, my brother just didn’t come home. Both me and my mom waited for hours, but he just didn’t turn up. I eventually fell asleep without realizing, and when I woke up it was the next morning and he still wasn’t there. That’s when I knew it something bad happened. Even when he was being ‘rebellious’ he never stayed out the whole night without coming home or texting one of us. He wouldn’t worry us on purpose.”

Maisie choked on the next sentence, “They found his body an hour after I woke up.”

Takatora’s eyes widened, body freezing. Maisie was gripping his hand so hard it almost hurt, “He was found by some woman walking her dog. His body had been left in an alley,” she sniffled and paused to swallow hard once more, “They- they killed him. They were pissed that he’d left, because once you get involved with them you can’t leave, you already know too much. They killed him so he wouldn’t tell anyone about the stuff they did.”

Maisie reached up with her other hand and wiped her eyes, turning her head away in an attempt to hide her tears.

All Takatora could think to do was squeeze her hand, but it was apparently enough, because Maisie turned back around and looked at him. The sight of her big eyes, which were usually so full of light, so sad and broken made Takatora want to rip his own heart out and offer it to her on a silver platter.

“My mom refused to tell me the cause of death, and she didn’t let me see his body either. She wanted me to remember him as he was in life. At first I was so angry, I felt like she was preventing me from being able to say goodbye. But now that I’m an adult, I realize that it was a gift. My memories of my brother haven’t been tarnished by the sight of blood and death because of it, and for that I’m eternally grateful.”

With another slight sniffle, Maisie’s eyes regained some of their usual hope, a small smile appearing on her face as she thought of her brother.

Takatora squeezed her hand once more, making Maisie lift her eyes to meet his again, “He sounds like a good brother,” he murmured. It wasn’t much, Takatora had never been good at offering words of comfort, or talking at all for that matter. But Maisie lit up, eyes sparkling as she let out a bittersweet laugh, a lone tear escaping her. She looked at him with a wobbly smile.

“He was the best.”

~~

The conversation afterwards was much happier. Maisie didn’t know what had compelled her to share something so personal with Last Boss, but something about the tall man made Maisie feel like she could tell him just about anything. She wasn’t used to opening up so fast, she’d been reserved and quiet her whole life, but he made her feel so comfortable. Maisie had grown up around people who were louder, more outgoing, and she was used to being talked over and not heard. Being with Last Boss made her feel like for once someone was actually listening. It made her heart feel happy.

Maisie was snapped out of her thoughts by Last Boss asking her another question.

“Are you from here?” She could tell the man was not used to holding conversations, his sentences always being short and to the point, and often times coming out awkward, like he wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to say. Either way, it was oddly endearing to Maisie that Last Boss had deemed her the one he wanted to have any sort of conversation with.

Maisie smiled at him, “Yes and no. My father was Japanese, my mother’s Greek,” If Last Boss noticed the ‘was’, he didn’t comment, a fact that Maisie was insanely grateful for. She wasn’t ready to talk about more family tragedies just yet. “I was born in Chalcis, so was my brother. We stayed there until I was 3 years old, then my father insisted that we move back to Japan so I could start school here. He said the schools in Japan were better or something. So then I started school in Tokyo, and my family stayed here together until I was nine and my brother was thirteen. Then my parents separated and while they fought over custody of us my brother finished elementary school. My mom ended up getting full custody over both of us, since my father was deemed unfit to care for us,”

Maisie noticed Last Boss’ hand tense slightly, sensing that there was more to the story, but Maisie quickly resumed to avoid any questions about her father. He was not a person she liked to remember often.

“Anyway, my mother didn’t really want to take me away while I was in the middle of going through elementary school, but she felt that a fresh start would be good for all of us. So her, my brother and I moved back to Chalcis for a while. I actually stayed there until I finished my upper secondary education. I only came back to Japan a couple of years ago.”

Maisie had come back to Tokyo with their mother a couple of months before Maisie was supposed to go off to college. Isamu had come to Japan before them to take a long break from schooling before he had to attend Tokyo Medical University. He had already been there for years by the time Maisie moved back. The brief time before Isamu got involved with the gang, and where they’d reunited with their father, who seemed in better spirits than usual, had been a good one.

“So you’re Japanese and Greek?” Last Boss tilted his head. Maisie thought that no grown man had the right to look as cute as Last Boss did in that moment.

She nodded and smiled, “You grew up here, right?”

Last Boss nodded, “I grew up in Tokyo with my mother and sister. I’ve never traveled outside of Japan.”

Maisie squeezes his hand, giving him a playful nudge, “What, coming to the Borderlands doesn’t count as traveling?”

Maisie had to contain back a delighted squeal when she saw Last Boss crack a smile, a gruff sound that she was sure was meant to be a laugh escaping him.

‘He obviously doesn’t laugh very often,’ The thought made Maisie sad. She decided right then and there that she was going to make it her personal mission to make Last Boss laugh as much as she possibly could.

“So your sister and mother, are you close with them?” Maisie asked, if slightly cautiously. She didn’t know if he had a family history similar to hers or not, and she didn’t want to make the man uncomfortable, especially not when he had just started to open up to her.

Last Boss shrugged, the movement of his shoulders causing their interlocked hands to move as well, “Sort of. I was close with my sister growing up, and my mother and I never had a bad relationship. We kind of grew apart, though.”

Maisie could sense there was more, but decided not to pry, happy that he’d chosen to share any information about his life with her at all.

Suddenly a question that was so obvious that Maisie didn’t know how it hasn’t occurred to her sooner popped in her head.

“Last Boss, what’s your uhm, what’s your real name?”

Maisie’s fingers twitched nervously where they were interlocked with the tattooed man’s as she awaited his answer.

Last Boss seemed caught off guard by the question, but nonetheless a red hue stained his cheeks as he looked at Maisie, “Takatora. Samura Takatora.”

The answer came out shyly, the man beside her gulping nervously as he let the words fall between them.

“Samura Takatora,” Maisie repeated, eyes shifting between his in curiosity, “I like it. It suits you.”

Takatora blushed even harder now, turning his head in an attempt to hide the red staining his cheeks.

“Seems like we’re both in the long name club then. My full name is Maisie Hara Onasis,” Maisie beamed, loving how much they were getting to know each other.

Takatora turned his eyes back on her, lips slightly parted as he started at her for a long second, an emotion Maisie couldn’t quite pin point swirling in his eyes.

“Your name is pretty,” he said finally.

Maisie felt like her face had just been dunked in lava. She tried to hide her pink cheeks behind her hair, probably in vain.

“Thanks, yours is nice too,” Suddenly a thought popped in her head, “Oh, I know! I should give you a nick name!”

“But I already have a nickname. Everyone calls me Last Boss here,” the tall man looked genuinely confused, head tilted as he stared at Maisie.

‘He looks like a lost puppy, he’s so cute. God, what am I thinking, he’s a grown man that carries a katana everywhere.’

Maisie bit her lip, “I know, but I wanna give you one of my own.”

Something flashed in Takatora’s expression, and Maisie could’ve sworn that the look in his eyes had to be that of adoration. But before she could dwell on it he was nodding his head in her direction, prompting her to think of what nickname she could give him.

Maisie nibbled on her lower lip, eyes lighting up when she thought of something, “Oooh! What about Samu, you know like Samura. Wait no, I want something better, hmmm…”

Takatora just smiled at Maisie while she squinted her eyes at him and scrutinize him as if his face would hold the answer to the perfect nickname.

“Aha! I got it! What about Tora?! Like short for Takatora. It really suits you!”

The tattooed man’s smile widened, ducking his eyes shyly, that blush from earlier making an appearance once more. Maisie held back the urge to run her fingers over his reddening cheeks.

“I like it,” came his quiet reply, but he looked sincere nonetheless, eyes coming up to shyly meet Maisie’s.

Maisie let go of Tora’s hand to clap excitedly, slightly squirming on the grass in glee, “Yay!”

Tora just smiled at Maisie, watching her enthusiasm with a smile on his face.

…

Takatora knew, in that moment, that he would let the sweet girl call him anything in the world just to see her smile at him like that again.

—

CHAPTER 13 BABYYYYY, I’m in my country rn y’all so updates are a little slower than usual heh

Fun fact! It was actually my dear friend and mutual @chishiya-of-diamonds that pointed out to me that one of the meanings of Takatora means ‘tiger’ while another one actually means ‘precious’! The Precious thing was completely unintentional and I had no idea one of the meanings of the name Takatora was such when I named the story (it must’ve been fate <3). I love how this chapter turned out and I hope y’all did too. I purposely left Maisie’s backstory vague up until now so our lovebirds could discover each other’s stories at the same time you guys did!

ENJOY!

[missroller15]

I know you said you probably won't want to watch Season 7 again, but what are your overall thoughts about the season so far? What is it that you don't like about it in general? (It's not a favorite of mine either, but I'm curious!) Is there anything you HAVE liked about it so far?

Hmmmm, I think I'll state what I wasn't a big fan of first and then what I did end up liking to end off on a good note.

Warning, my memory sucks so this will probaby be a bit inaccurate or off when I'm recounting these but I'll try my best!

Let's do this Rory Gilmore style ;)

Cons:

I'll state off the bat, no Jess. Automatically, not a big fan but I can work with it so it's not the biggest thing that sorta made me like this season so much less. (Still made me kinda sad but I get it, it's fine I guess.)

Rogan. Yup, I said it. There was something so sugary, so artificial that wasn't really there to me before that frustrated me and honestly, I found certain aspects of them so strange. And I think one day I'll get fully in depth about it in a post but to sum it up: The rocket was an interesting gift but it wasn't very romantic to me at all, the whole 'Logan has great hair' thing was also.. um, that? The "Hi." "Hi." in the episode where Logan visits SH set me off too. And I'm 100% biased when I say all this as it felt like they almost ripped off Literati with that and the hair thing. There I said it, I'm sorry.

Rory's character was particularly strange too because I've noticed before that I always found her love for Logan frankly strange/obsessive but s7 had a really big goal to make her life pretty much revolve around him. I mean, I'm pretty sure at one of the Friday Night Dinners, Emily actually asked her what her summer plans are and she responded that Logan was gone so.. Yeah, I dunno. As well as her jealousy over that woman that worked with Logan at that dinner (Which was another part that I didn't really like b/c Logan pulled the same thing he did back in s5!)

CHRISTOPHER AND LORELAI, WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT- I can't even wrap my head around how much that ticked me off. I just couldn't believe it too.

Anna Nardini. Need I say more? :|

Marty just disappointed me so much as well. So much for that friendship Rory had.

Those are just what I immediately thought of off the top of my head. I promise, I did enjoy certain parts too!

Pros:

Luke in Dad mode. Look, I understand completely how much the April storyline could bug people and to be honest, it bugged me too since it was so clearly used to split up Lorelai and Luke but I actually don't hate April as a character. I think she's pretty good and her interactions with Luke were rather cute.

Lorelai's letter to help Luke was EVERYTHING. I genuinely enjoyed it, and the way the scene was shot as well where it was read out loud then it panned to Chris reading it as well with Lorelai's voice. Ah, just so good.

The final episode was done wonderfully, regardless of what the writers may have done, they did know how to tie the show up nicely.

(Just because I'm a bitter emo person, the moment Rory and Logan split was also kinda relieving BUT it's not something I'd officially add to the pros b/c the other side of me really did not care. Christopher and Lorelai could be added to that category as well.)

There's probably more that I add to this but yeah, these are my thoughts. I totally entered rant mode, sorry but yeah my general thoughts! Thank you so much for the ask, it was nice to actually get these thoughts and feelings out.

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 1)     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment. 

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly. 

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches. 

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.” 

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest. 

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement. 

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room. 

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you. 

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up. 

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently. 

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric? 

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends. 

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back. 

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her. 

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.” 

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school. 

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High. 

Cut all ties now. You have two days. 

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon. 

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her. 

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.” 

“It’s none of your business, Zara.” 

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders. 

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym. 

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle. 

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left. 

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand. 

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to  catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning. 

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door. 

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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[keanureevesisbae]

I was thinking abt sy with a lil idol gf and omg🥺🥺Bye he’d be so supportive🥰he would go to his gf’s shows and maybe even surprise his idol gf at a fansign and bring 20 albums for her to sign😭😭 the big bear definitely owns a bunch of merch and has a “secret” fan acc, He is overall just mushy for his girlie😩🤚(I’m so soft rn pls😭)

YOU JUST MADE ME THE SOFTEST HUMAN BEING ALIVE. OH MY GOSH, THIS IS ADORABLE, I LOVE THIS AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PUTTING THIS IDEA IN MY MIND!! (side note: i used Jennie's Solo cover for the art and i also went out of my way to make insta edits - yes, i'm that type of person) also, thank you sweet anon for sending me this 💗hope you like it

Captain Syverson x petite!cutesy!fem!reader

Summary: Sy has a reputation: a strong and powerful captain, who is never afraid and will never turn into a pile of mush. However, there is only one woman who is able to turn him into the ultimate fanboy.

Wordcount: 1k

Warnings: none

Sy is more of a country music kinda man. Growing up in Texas, near a bar with a mechanic bull, he was obsessed as a young teen with the idea of just touring through the state with a cowboy hat on his head and a guitar.

It’s just the fact that he can’t sing what stood in the way of a very promising country career.

He joined the military and forgot about the idea all together, but when he came back from his final tour to Iraq, his friends took him on a little welcome home drive through the country. They visited all sorts of bars, listened to all sorts of music there. Sure, all sorts of music had its appeal, but it would never be like country.

The final destination of the little road trip was LA and they went to a bar for new sing and songwriters to perform.

And that’s where he first laid his eyes on you. He remembers you sitting on a bar stool, back straight as a ruler. You were adorable, he thought to himself. Wide eyes as you were watching the stage, clapping your hands along with the beat and squealing when someone sang something particularly well.

And then it was your turn to get on stage. A sweet pink dress, matched with white sneakers and socks with a lace border. Nothing about the song you wrote and sang was something he usually liked. Very happy, up beat and your high voice sang every note perfectly.

Despite not his taste, he adored every second of it.

You seemed shy off stage, with the way you sat by yourself, but on stage that demeanor completely changed.

You were born to be a singer.

When you sat down at your own barstool again, he grabbed his beer and decided to sit next to you, get to know you. Everything about you was different. Petite, long hair and your feet didn’t even touch the floor.

He was supposed to stay in LA for two weeks, but that changed into a month and then two months, because he couldn’t get enough of you. He left Texas (something he never thought he would do) and moved to LA, where he got a job as a constructor. You quit your own job, one you only took to be able to pay for the bills and musical equipments. He loved helping you out, driving you from bar to bar, hoping your dream of becoming an idol would come true.

And one day, it happened.

You got an offer of one of the biggest agencies in the US and after the two of you read the contract multiple times, you signed and were an official idol.

Life changed a lot after that. You were either in the studio, dance practice and back at the studio again, however Sy made sure that you were well hydrated and fed, just like your back up dancers.

The people at the agency loved Sy and they often joked that he was part of the family that was created at the agency.

It all happened fast. Your first single, music video, first appearance at multiple late night shows and finally you reached one million followers on Instagram.

And he was right by your side.

His friends knew about his love for country, but they also knew about his much bigger love for you. They often would catch the big captain sing to the cute, almost bubblegum pop music you produced.

He didn’t care.

Sy had all your merchandise, whether it would fit him or not. He had your albums (all signed of course) and listened to them when you weren’t around. Sometimes he’d travel with you as you were touring, sometimes he stayed behind, especially after the two of you adopted a two year old American Akita.

The world knew you weren’t single, but you always kept Sy out of the spotlight, something he’d greatly appreciated. While you were born to be famous, he was born to live a more anonymous.

But that didn’t stop you from boasting about him on Instagram.

It had been at least three months since you saw him in real life. Your manager and all your back up dancers knew about his plan. Heck, they even helped Sy with planning it. He watches from the back, the line at your meet and greet stand growing smaller and smaller, until everyone has left. You let out a content sigh and want to get up, but your manager says there is a special fan still waiting in the back.

‘Really?’ you ask him. ‘Who is it?’

‘Very special. Super fan.’

That gains your attention, as your eyebrows are raised. ‘Do I know them?’

‘You’ve met them before,’ your manager says.

‘Oh, I do hope I recognize them,’ you say. ‘I don’t want to come across as such a bitch, you know.’

Your manager starts to laugh. ‘I wouldn’t worry about it,’ he says. ‘Close your eyes.’

You place your hands over your eyes and smile in anticipation. Sy quietly walks over to your table and places his newly bought album in front of you. ‘I’d like this signed, please,’ he says.

Within lightening speed you pull your hands from your eyes. ‘Oh my,’ you say, ‘Sy?’ You jump up, your chair falling behind you. You run around the table and wrap your arms around his neck. He lifts you up in his arms and gives you a kiss on your cheek. ‘I missed you! What are you doing here? How is Kal?’

‘Kal is good. He is with your parents.’

‘But what are you doing here?’ you ask.

‘I want my autograph,’ he says with a chuckle.

You press a kiss on his lips. ‘How long are you gonna stay here with me?’

He shrugs. ‘I brought enough clothing for let’s say… a month?’

Your eyes enlarge. ‘That’s the end of my tour! Oh, Sy, you’re staying with me?’ You have tears in your eyes and whisper: ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too, little lady.’