#and I (internally; have yet to actually look at my inbox again) was like not really....but like an inactive volcano I am neither extinct...

[aliorsboxostuff]

Hey! Sorry for the ask, but if you're still taking requests could I maybe request a Tyler Owens x ftm reader

Readers been on his storm chasing team for a bit, helps Boone coordinate the social media presence or something-

I don't have a well thought out prompt- just a like. How they get together finally after months of pining and comments of "are they dating yet?"

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AHH HELLOOOO 🌟 ive been waiting for a Tyler Owens req for agessss nowww omg thank you and ofc my inbox is opened rn!! This fic turned more into like,, a yearning, slight slow-burn-ish fic with a hint of humour from the team lmaooo, ALSO! If y'all didn't know, Dani is Non-binary! So i’m giving them a They/Them pronouns, hope yall like it !! <3

Twin Flame Tornadoes

Tags: Tyler Owens x Male!Reader, StormChaser!raeder, FtM!Reader, No use of Y/n, Boone, Dexter, Dani, Lilly, Kate, Javi, Yearning, Crushes, Fluff, Hurt/comfort, just a bit yk, Found Family, Internalized Homophobia (?), maybe??, General Homophobia (westerners yeesh), Denial, Dirty thoughts, iykyk, Tyler is actually so smitten its insane, Such a lover boy 

There wasn't a lot of space in the West for someone like you. Someone who isn't normal, who didn't stick to ‘her’ own path in life and grow up, get a job, and start a family—No, someone like you takes up space, and most mid-westerners would look at you with burning rage in their eyes. Most would dismiss your identity, bigoted speeches and shouts at your face, protest against your community, and for half of your life you've grown accustomed to it, a unique shield you've perfected after years of dismissal.

But that shield became useless. The shield you've spent your life honing was now nothing but a backup plan, especially when you're with the Wranglers. Especially with Tyler

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There wasn't a lot of space in the West for someone like you. Someone who isn't normal, who didn't stick to ‘her’ own path in life and grow up, get a job, and start a family—No, someone like you takes up space, and most mid-westerners would look at you with burning rage in their eyes. Most would dismiss your identity, bigoted speeches and shouts at your face, protest against your community, and for half of your life you've grown accustomed to it, a unique shield you've perfected after years of dismissal.

But that shield became useless. The shield you've spent your life honing was now nothing but a backup plan, especially when you're with the Wranglers.

You joined the Tornado Wranglers just a couple of months after they took off. Back then, you were about to leave town as you finally got a proper job somewhere in Brooklyn, somewhere safer for you to exist. That night, the sudden ring from your phone halts your packing, your hand closing the suitcase while rummaging through your pile of clothes to answer the call.

“H-hey hello,” You greeted, shoving your phone between your ear and elbow. 

“Hey! How’s it going man!” Boone’s loudness almost made you drop your phone in shock, quickly collecting yourself as you catch yourself. “I hope you’re well!” 

“Boone? Is that you?” You smile, hearing your old high school friend's cheery voice. You hear a chuckle from the other end, making you grin.

“‘Course it is! One and only!” He answers. 

You chuckle, nudging some of your sweaters to take a seat, your bed creaking slightly. “Hey! I’ve been good, been okay. You, Boonie?” 

“Never better man,” Boone’s undoubtedly grinning ear to ear, you thought. “Listen, I got a proposition for you now- You busy?”

You shrug, knowing you’ll only be catching your flight in two days. “Nope, I'm all ears,” 

“So I’ve gotten myself into this storm chasin’ thing again, you remember right? Remember when we used to take your truck out in the fields, runnin’ out there and driving our asses way too close to tornadoes when we saw ‘em?”

You sigh, a thump on the bed as you throw your head back to the pillows. “Yeah, of course,  those were the days…” 

“Right? So I started doing this professionally and so-” 

“Wait,” You roll over onto your stomach as you stuff a plushie underneath you. “Professionally? Did you actually join-” 

“A storm chasin’ group! Yeah!” Boone’s laughs shake your core, and something warm churns inside you.

You recalled those days. In high school, you and Boone were inseparable. It didn't take a lot to know why, from an outsider's point of view. Back then, you were outcasted silently, your peers mostly talked to you only if need be, otherwise you were a recluse who kept to yourself, not by choice sadly. Though it's different with Boone. He never cared what you were, how you identified yourself. He sees you as you and for that same reason you two became good friends. At the age of 17, you got an old pickup all fixed up, and the first thing you did with it was to storm chase with Boone. 

That day, a storm warning rang around your town, and while your neighbors closed their windows and blinds, you and Boone took the truck out into the field and chased after it. It was exhilarating, the adrenaline was addicting as you felt the harsh wind against your skin, your hair astray, the loud cheers beside you as Boone was halfway out of the truck. It was dangerous, it was reckless, yet those were the best days of your life. 

Eventually, life took over, and when graduation came around, you busied yourself with college, unknown to you where your best friend went. You never imagined he was the first one to turn the once hobby into a profession.

“Now, about that proposition,” Boone clears his throat. You blink, an unwavering smile on your lips. “Seein’ as I'm now in the storm chassin’ business, me and my buddy need’s another guy for our team, yeah? And I mean, I thought, who else would be a better candidate than you!”

You laugh, though can't help but furrow your brow as you ask; “Wait- you want me? Boone I haven't chased in a while, not since high school,” A sigh as you run your hand through your hair. “I'm not saying no, ‘s just…”

“You don't need to do nothin’ you don't wanna! Buuuut…” He falters, you hear a click of a tongue. “We do need an extra hand on the camera…” 

You pause, eyebrows raising. “Wait… Camera?” 

That's how you found yourself being the 2nd cameraman for the Tornado Wranglers.

While Boone rides in the action truck, you stay back with Dexter and Dani, recording mostly behind-the-scenes shots for YouTube and the occasional passes of point of view whenever the gang goes storm chasing and streams it online. 

It's been a solid 2 years now, and since then the Tornado Wranglers have risen in popularity. From a couple thousand to now reaching a million followers on Instagram, a solid half a million on YouTube and Twitch. Not to mention the myriads of fan accounts now arose, especially for the group's appointed leader, Tyler. 

Each time you went to edit some footage of the latest run, there's always one or two fan edits you stumble across, mostly on Twitter, with yet another catchy pop song that Tyler probably would know if he wasn’t engrossed in his country music, that you’d have to roll your eyes at and scroll past. Not before bookmarking it. 

Truth be told, you’ve harbored a pretty big crush on the guy. Tyler was never one to care about whose identity is what, if he did he would’ve been harsher towards Dani or wouldn't let them join the team, but you were never sure where he swung. You and your gender were never a problem for him, but the constant heart throb whenever the blonde passes by will start being a problem for you. 

He’s a cocky flirt, confidence and charisma are practically an infinite fountain within that man. He’s smooth and witty and every girl's dream, which is evident with the majority of the Tornado Wranglers fanbase being women and the occasional longing gay men, much like yourself. If you don't take into account the usual Storm Chaser fans, the people on the internet would agree about Tyler being alluring. 

—

“Join us for a drink won't ya’?” The voice tore your focus away from the laptop screen and up to captivating brown eyes. The owner of said eyes is leaning on the doorframe of the truck, a shield from the bright floodlights as it captures his frame like a halo, his arms cage you just above your head, a playful smirk on his lips.

You grin, shaking your head to turn back to your laptop before your heart makes another leap from Tyler's presence. “Sorry boss, I gotta get this out tomorrow, remember?”

“I'm sure the fans won't mind it being a day late,” His dismissal would've been nothing if his hand hadn't landed on your shoulder, squeezing slightly which almost got you to gulp. “You’ve been on that thing for hours now, I think your eyes would appreciate the break,” 

His hold, warm and inviting, finally got you to sigh and save the active project, before promptly closing your laptop and facing the man. “Fine, but you buying,”

“Who said I didn't?” His hand drops to your wrist where he tugs slightly, getting you to exit the confines of the truck into the cold evening night. 

The crew was with the many other storm chasers, the motel’s parking lot filled with various trucks and music and chatter amongst many others. When you finally join the team as they lounge around the control van, they cheer at your and Tyler's arrival. Other than Lilly and Boone who were busy reviewing today's footage with various awes and cheers, they all had beers in their hand and were satiated after today's busy day. 

Tyler grabs two bottles from the cooler, offering one to you. Your hand grazes his slightly as you receive it, “I thought you said you were buying?” 

“Hey now, this pack came outta my pocket, y’know,” He chuckles, which makes you grin.

Suddenly, your eyes drop to where he’s holding the beer bottle as he brings it lower to his crotch level and fuck he guides the cap to his belt buckle and pops it open. The liquid inside fizzes slightly before he finally takes a swig, his lips curl around the tip as he gulps down, his Adam's apple bobbing with the motion, hands somewhat damp from the bottle's condensation. He wipes at his lips before his gaze drops to yours, a visible heat within them that makes you physically tear away from.

Did he really need to do that? Beside you too? Does he want me dead?

“Need a hand?” Yes- You cough, finding the soil beneath you interesting, 

“Uh sure yeah,” A forced gulp as you handed him your bottle. He repeats his earlier motion though you opted to save yourself from a growing arousal by glancing over to Dani. Yet that was also a mistake. 

Dani had their eyes on you the whole time, undoubtedly seeing the way your face grew in color at what Tyler did, and they smirked at how you completely chose to look down after focusing too much on the man's hand. They raise a brow, which you reply with a knowing stare. They laugh, their smirk just growing in smugness, before they tap something on their thigh which makes your heart drop. 

There, perching idly, is their phone, camera pointing towards yours and Tyler's direction. Your eyes widen, changing from looking at the phone, back to Dani, then back to the phone, before to Dani again, now your eyes soften into a plead. Your puppy eyes doesnt work on them as their phone flops back down to their thigh and into their pocket. 

You groan slightly before Tyler hands you your beer back. “Thanks,” you reply shortly and take a sip. 

The hood of one of the trucks was vacant so you took the liberty of perching on it, craning your neck to look up at the stars. The glimmering spots above were prominent here in the open fields, unlike those in the city. You knew, if you did take that job back then, you’d miss the easy breeze and clear skies of the mid-west. Tyler soon follows, leaning beside you, one arm hung on the hood, his stetson long forgotten somewhere. 

You figured the man would spend more time with Dexter, maybe plan out what they’re going to be doing tomorrow, but instead he hovers near you. He takes a sip, before he cocks his head upwards. 

“Next month’ll be storm season,” His eyes still focused on the sky when you glanced over. 

“Yeah? More toys for us to play with,” Tyler smiles as he hears your reply, you can't help but too. 

“There will be…” He takes a swig of his beer, the clicks his tongue as he finishes. “A journalist, from England. He’ll be going with us for some weeks,”

You hum, though a bit concerned. Not for the team no. If the Tornado Wranglers were dropped into a jungle with nothing but a match you're sure the team could pull through. You’re worried about the journalist, being from Europe no less. When you turn to spot Boone and Lilly both cackling at today's footage, hunched over the iPad, you chuckle, earning Tyler's attention.

“What? Something about the guy?”

“No no,” You smirk, sipping slightly from your bottle. “Just hoping the guy’ll survive us,” 

Tyler balks slightly, before he takes a glance at the crew scattered about, and laughs alongside you. There’s so much professionality the team can do, and while the obvious is to be proper hosts for the upcoming journalist, you can't help but imagine how insane it would be for such a prim-propper European to join a rag-tag group of Americans.

—

“Hey, Kate here take some food and water,” She glances towards the items you're holding, the girl immediately shakes her head. 

“I'm not buying food from you guys,” Her eyes widened, fixing you with a stare. Your head tilts at her response. 

“We’re giving these away,” Your head motions towards your friends behind you, giving out needed food, water, and clothes from the merch boxes. “We’re selling out shirts practically free and handing food and water away, everybody here needs some,” 

The destroyed houses around where you and Kate stood paint a clear picture. The tornado that Storm Par and The Tornado Wranglers were chasing destroyed the nearby town, effectively rendering some of the citizens there with no home and almost no remnants of their things, clothes and pictures scattered beneath the debris, The blonde’s eyes scan the area around, softening when she hears your explanation, eyes fleeting towards the van behind you.

She sighs and musters a small smile. “It's fine, I don't need it, give it to the other people,”

You hum, before pushing the bottled water into her hand. “At least take the water,”

“Okay, thank you,” She nods, another smile enough to reassure you. You reply to her nod before jogging back to your friends. Kate watches as you gather with them, immediately helping more survivors with food and clothes. She watches at your team, before glancing briefly at Javi, then climbs into the car and drives away. 

Later that night, while fatigue reigns over the team, everyone currently catching up over dinner and drinks, you watch as Tyler barely touches his food while downing his 2nd bottle of booze. You knew the man could handle his liquor, well over yours, but he rarely drinks as much as a 3rd bottle when it's with the group. Worry and suspicion steadily bubbling up within your heart.

As you took the space beside him, leaning on the cold car exterior, your flannel button up to combat the cold night air. “You okay?” 

“Hm? Yeah, pretty good,” He takes a sip, sighing as he finishes. “You?”

“Alright,” You nod. 

A silence falls between you and Tyler, though it's a mutually welcomed one. Usually, the team would be loud with a mixture of someone's Spotify playlist playing on the speaker, a thrumming of guitar from Dexter, or Boone just cracking jokes and making people laugh. Though tonight, you both knew the team was exhausted, physically and emotionally. Despite how many times you chase a tornado, the aftermath and impact it has on any town never get easier to swallow. 

You bask in the easy breeze, the usual humidity following a storm from the previous hours. The air invites you to tilt your head upwards, eyes shut to bask in its wind. It sways your lapels a bit, taking the day's tiredness away with it. When you feel a warm hand rests on your nape your eyes flutter open, Tyler’s warm browns greet you when you blink. 

He has something in his look, something warm with care and compassion. It swirls a deep whirlpool, pulling you deeper into its grasp, like longing and want and pining and you're too scared to find out which is which. You watch as Tyler’s gaze slips down and pauses on your lips, parted as you force yourself to inhale sharply, then immediately back to your eyes. A pregnant pause, too long to mean nothing, until he gulps and tears himself away, opting to pat your shoulder instead as his focus shifts to the ground. 

You had to collect yourself; a deep breath as you felt his sturdy pats, then he pulled slightly, a reassuring grip that grounds you. “I'm glad.” he finishes.

You had to blink and force yourself to take a sip from your bottle, mimicking Tylers movements in finding the dirt interesting. You were about to keep up the gimmick before his hand dropped which had you following his line of sight. Just meters away from the group’s huddle, Kate walks in the direction of her motel room. She’s in a hurry, something in the way she walks slightly fast and breath too labored. You recall you haven't seen her after handing her the water bottle hours ago, now that it turned into the evening,

When you turn to asses Tyler, he had the same look he gave you earlier. The same dark eyes with determination and longing. Something hurts, a pang in your chest, throat suddenly dry like you swallowed sand. 

He follows her steps, up the stairs, and as her door closes. 

Your eyes follow his.

Tyler hums, blinking once, before shaking his head and taking a big gulp.

The sting is back. It’s sharp and hard beneath your abdomen, like it’s begging to be let out, a nail inside a balloon that's starting to deflate too quickly. Enough to force you to breathe manually and gulp down your beer just enough to eliminate the possibility of anxiety.

You had to muster yourself to talk. “Go,” 

Tyler turns, a smirk on his lips. “Wha-”

“Talk to her Ty, I know you wanna.” You grin albeit forced. “She ain't okay, not like us. Go.”

He sighs. He takes another minute before handing you the rest of his beer then starts to walk towards the stairs. As he climbs the steps, your eyes meet his, a slight hesitation, before you give him a firm nod, and he continues to Kate’s room. 

You let out a breath you didn't know were holding, chest tight from god knows what. 

After a sigh, you decided to turn back to the others when Dani punched you straight on the arm, hard.

“Ow! What that for?!” 

“For being a dumbass!” They stand a head below you yet they could intimidate anyone within a five-mile radius. They sigh, poking an accusatory finger at your sternum. “You didn't see how Tyler looked at ya’? The boy had puppy eyes on you and you went off and told ‘em to chase Kate!” 

“What are you even talkin’ about Dani?”

They huff, wiping a hand across their face. “I know I’m the only one here that knows you like Tyler- don't cut me off.” You immediately close your lips. “But we all saw that! Hell, even Boone and Lilly did!” 

“You two were about to make out if it weren't for Tyler wussing out!” 

Heat shot upwards, coloring your cheeks in embarrassment as you immediately shot the thought down. “N-no we weren't, and you know that,” 

“‘Sides, look at him! He ran over to ask Kate-” As you spoke, the said couple ran past the group going god knows where with god knows what, Tyler's expression a calm and soothing wave while Kate’s anxiety slowly simmers down. You knew he was taking her somewhere to get her mind off of today's destruction. In another part, you're glad Tyler is the gentleman he is, in another, you wish you were in Kate’s position. 

“See!” You continue. “They’re probably going to a bar or something, take her mind off of things,”

Dani rolled their eyes. They heard the slight change in your tone, the hurt and hint of jealousy. They understand, they know just how long you've been harboring your crush. 

They sigh and turn, leaving you as you watch Tyler and Kate disappear into the night. 

—

“You used to be a rodeo cowboy?” Kate laughs, both in disbelief and awe. The man beside her grows slightly in color, admittedly looking anywhere but at her. 

He nods shortly. “Yeah, only for a bit, before I went to college and became a meteorologist,”

“I knew chasin’ storm was my calling, as much as I loved takin’ care of the bulls and horses,” 

Tyler’s focus is back on the show in front of them as Kate nods in acknowledgment. She used to go to rodeo shows, albeit not as much since she was busier with her studies, and not long after moving into New York. Tyler, much to her credit, isn't as bad as his internet persona makes him out to be.

The man beside her is confident but not cocky, has his knowledge to back up his snarkiness. She smiles when he laughs, captivating brown eyes enraptures her.

Kate recalls the moment before she stormed inside her room. Just out of her peripherals, she saw Tyler with his friend, the one other person he seemed to have a special connection unlike the others. She knows how much Tyler cares about his team, they're basically his family, though with the man that stood beside him, and the way Tyler had a secure hand on the man's back, Kate knew there was a hidden meaning between the gesture. She was too overwhelmed by her emotions that she shut herself in her room without much thinking, not until Tylern coaxed her out to watch the rodeo show. 

Another round of cheers erupted in the audience. All was well, until the wind picked up and Kate’s heart dropped. 

—

“Tyler fucking Owens!” Said man immediately spun around when he heard the familiar voice. Before he could react, strong hands grabbed the sides of his face like a vice. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“Are you okay? Hurt anywhere? Is everyone else okay? Where’s Kate–”

“Hey- Hey now, hey,” 

Tyler holds your wrists, his hold warm and grounding, evidence of his existence. It soothes you immediately, the consuming fear slowly dwindles into nothingness and when he slowly rubs circles atop your veins the erratic pumps subside. 

“Darlin’, I'm alright.” A smile playing at his lips.

Relief engulfs you as you choke back a sob. Instead, you pulled at the back of Tyler's head, crown connected with crown as you shut your eyes tight. You feel his hand slide to your nap, soothing your worry, another hand snakes its way from just below your ribs then to the middle of your back. A small pocket in the world was formed, a place enough for the two of you to let your worries float away, a bubble where you’re sure Tyler is safe in your arms. 

When Dexter informed the group of the tornado alert one town over, a chill ran down your spine. You left almost 20 miscalls on Tyler's phone and immediately headed to the town where the alert took place, hoping to god Tyler and Kate didn't spend the evening there. 

Your fear came true when you spotted the two between debris, ambulance and emergency personnel already surrounding the two to make sure of their condition and before you knew it you sprinted past the other civilians towards Tyler.

“Im glad.” You manage to choke out as the two of you separate, though your hand lingers on his shoulder. Tyler pats at your arm before he gives it a reassuring squeeze, the last of your anxiety ebbs away. 

You turn to see Kate making her way through the debris which immediately changes your focus to her. “Hey- Kate!” 

—

“Wait wha- I thought you ran in there to get Kate? Ty her planes about to leave-”

“I can't keep chasin’ someone I don't want.” He stops in front of you, his chest rising and deflating from his run in and out of the airport. 

“What do you mean?” 

He smiles, taking a step closer towards you which you instinctively backed away from. “Kate made me realize something that- damn smart woman!” Hes grinning, wide and blidning.

“When we met, I thought I wanted someone like her. She great, don't get me wrong, smart woman and I know she’ll go places if she keeps up in the storm business  but also- Meeting her made me realize something,”

He pauses as his hands slowly glided upwards, warm on your arms where they land. “As much as I wanted her, I’ve never worried about anyone as much as I worried about you.”

“When you ran after Kate yesterday, outside into the tornado, I thought I lost you. I was so scared- I’ve never felt fear like that. You were selfless, you ran with her knowing your safety wasn't guaranteed.”

He takes a ragged breath as he blinks rapidly, and your worry rises. He continues. “We’ve known each other for a long time, baby you were there when we started it all,” 

“All I’m sayin’ is that- I’ve liked you. Loved you for so long but I kept avoiding it cuz’ i didn’t wanna ruin what we have, And meeting Kate? Made me realize I shouldn't keep avoiding something I know you want too.” 

Finally, finally Tyler stopped to breathe as you stared, bewildered. On one side, you can feel your face growing in warmth from his, albeit, sudden and hurried confession, on another side you worry just how forward you had been with him. Were you the one that made him question his sexuality-

“But you’re not gay… are you?” You hesitate, voice small. 

Tyler laughs and it's almost contagious. “Honestly that's- I don't know. Not yet. But loving you? That, I'm certain.”

“But you- I'm a guy, Tyler. You see me as a dude, don't you? You don-”

“No, God no! I don't care what you were. You’re you, baby, and I love you for you,” 

You’re at a loss for words. You thought the man you’ve had a crush on was going to run into the airport and kiss the girl of his dreams, similar to those cheesy romance movies Dani and Lilly likes to watch but no. No. instead, the man of your dreams, the protagonist of your love life, is standing in front of you, devotion and love and yearning in his eyes as he stares into yours. He holds your arms softly yet insistent. 

You answer, through a trembling voice, “I.. I love you too, Tyler,” 

Without missing a beat, Tyler crashes his lips into yours. He pulls you by your hips, secure arms around you as you wrap your arms around his neck. He couldn't help but grin, making you laugh before he steals yet another breath, deepening the kiss by moving languidly, hand now rubbing circles. When your lungs burn, begging for oxygen, the two of you part, both panting with the centimeter of distance. Tyler rests his forehead against yours, sighing in pure contentment. 

“Woo! Finally!” You hear Javi’s voice making you recoil in surprise. The man in question is leaning out of the Storm Par truck, cheering at both you and Tyler. You laugh at his excitement, then suddenly Tyler’s head drops to hide into the crook of your neck, letting out a small whine. The sound would've spurred you on if it weren't for Kate also cheering as she walks out of the airport's doors. 

“Yes! Took you two long enough!” She grins, quickly pulling out her phone and snapping a picture. “I’m sending this to Lilly,” 

You laugh, holding onto Tyler’s flannel while he does the same, his laughs ghosting over your pulse. He stands, though his eyes are still deep in yours. Tyler moves a strand of hair behind your ear, his warm smile enveloping you. You can't help to smile as well, letting yourself fall deeper into those captivating browns.

— reblogs appreciated! Requests are open!

[webslingingslasher]

hii, could you please write peter comforting international student reader who misses her family?

i know a little bit about this but i was only states away and almost kermitted so i had to move back home, anyways don't be like me. i'm here for anyone in this boat, so if it ever feels like too much feel free to scream into the void that is my inbox. <3

“What the hell are you googling?” 

Peter’s sharp voice made you jump in your seat, feeling guilt immediately when he caught you in the act. You weren’t going to actually do anything but it was worth a google, you were just slightly curious, that’s all. 

“Nothing!” You try to shut the screen but his hand stops it from shutting. “Nuh uh, use my computer, tell the truth about what you’re doing.” You pucker and wait, calling his bluff. He said you could use his computer anytime you needed or wanted, this was one of those times. It was the best part about not having a laptop, you had a boyfriend that gave you free access to his. 

“How to get deported.” You mumble the words and watch him hold his head in his hands, he grunts and repeats your words. 

“How to get deported- if you get deported you don’t get to come back.” He snorts and comes to sit next to you on his bed, you shuffle further in his shoulder. You sigh, “I know, I just miss it.” 

Peter frowns, he understands how you feel. You feel like a stranger and out of place, it seems like everyone here, whether they know each other or not, are in on a big inside joke. The city feels too big, and at the end of the day, when you’re tired and hungry and poor you want to do nothing but come home to a familiar face, a warm hug from mom. Or an insult from a sibling, or maybe a passive aggressive comment from dad, something you would normally roll your eyes at or try and dodge by playing a timer in your mind to run to your room, but those were things to count on, now you were greeted by silence as your roommate failed to invite you out yet again. 

It feels scary and cold and alone and you really, really miss home. Because even if you were home, sacred, cold and lonely, you would still be at home. 

And Peter has been great. He’s invited you with loving arms, he’s given you a friends list and even extended his aunt’s love to you. But it wasn’t home, he and you knew that. Peter Parker can be magical, but he can’t make New York feel like home no matter how hard he tries. 

“It’s okay to be homesick.” He presses a kiss to your temple. You want to cry. 

“Will this ever feel like home?” 

It seemed impossible. You’d been here for over a year, that’s what makes it hard. International was expensive, you didn’t get to go home for the holidays. Without facetime you think you would forget what your family looks like, it’s hard now to imagine your hometown, and the most troubling part of it all was that even if you went home, it wouldn’t feel like home anymore. 

It's purgatory. Half between where home once was and where the bones remain, and the new home, the home you’re building yourself. No one told you it would be so hard, they prepare you for moving on and growing up but never how to fix melancholia or make a house feel like a home. They don’t prepare you to be a stranger in your own home.  

Peter stops the spirling sadness. 

He thinks on it for a minute and speaks. 

“No.” 

You look at him with wide doe eyes, sparkling with the promise of tears. 

“No?” All you wanted was for him to say this was home, did he not understand? 

Peter shakes his head confidently, “No. No, this will never feel like home, because it’s not home. It’s where you are now, and you can make it home, but it builds slowly.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Home is home for you because it’s what you knew. You could rely on your parents being there, or that your favorite coffee shop is the one from home, because you’ve been going there for half your life. Or maybe it’s home because you’ve walked those same routes until you nearly wore a tread mark in the concrete, I’m just saying home is only home because it’s routine.” 

“So I can make a new home?” 

“Of course you can, it doesn’t take away from the one you already have either. When people move away and start their life somewhere else they say it’s home, but when they go visit for the holidays what do they always say?” 

“I’m going home.” 

“And when they leave and go back to where they left, what do they say?” 

You pause. “I’m going home.” 

Peter nods, like you’ve just proved his point. 

You sigh and try to blink back tears. Those people are not like you, they’re strong and brave. You can almost bet they never cry and think about being home, or how they are impossibly far away from home. 

“And I can build a routine here? I can build a home?” 

Peter hums, “What’s your favorite part about Wednesday?” 

You grin, “Our weekly mission to eat at every pizza place in the city.” 

“And never the same one twice.” 

You hold up a finger to correct him, “Until we get through all of them first.” 

“How about Friday?” 

You wiggle next to him, excited even thinking about the upcoming one. “Discount movies at the red theater.” 

“What about coming back from school?” 

“I love to walk the long way because I get to pass under all those willow trees and I can see Kevin.” 

Peter gasps, “I can’t believe I almost forgot about Kevin.” 

You furrow your brows and speak seriously, “He’s incredibly important to me, Peter.” 

He laughs and speaks once more, “What I’m saying is you’re building a home, a routine. You look forward to Wednesdays and Fridays and Kevin’s and walking home from school, and some days are going to be really hard and you want nothing more than the comfort of home. But on those days I'm here for you. And I can try and get schwifty on trying to get you deported.” 

You lean into his arm and sniffle, “And Kevin? Will he be there for me on those days too?” 

Peter grunts, “Yes, Y/N. The damn cat from the bodega will be there.” 

[writethrough]

hi ! can I request a morpheus x reader, where reader has always trouble with sleeping ‘cause she's haunted by nightmares, so she decides not to sleep anymore, morpheus obviously is worried about her and tries to help, comforting her, maybe with a little date in fiddler's green or just sleeping with her, it's your choice of course :) thank u!

What A Luxury It Is to Have You

(Morpheus x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1008

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! And thank you for being so patient with me. I'm trying to get through my inbox as fast as I can while still appeasing that part of my brain that wants to write everything that's not in my inbox.

I hope you enjoy it!

The non-stop tapping on your window pane would have woken you had you been asleep. However, you haven’t had any restful nights for quite some time now. Not since you had learned about Morpheus and his world. The one of magic and cursed artifacts and danger.

No, sleep evaded you like the wind in your grasp.

Your name was called.

“Open up, will ya?” Matthew squawked, tapping again.

You flung the covers back, moving to let him in.

“Everything okay? You usually don’t visit this early,” you said, glancing at the clock. Eight-thirty. An acceptable or excruciating time to rise depending on the person asked.

“The boss wanted you to know he’s stopping by soon. He’s been kinda off lately,” he said.

You swallowed, hoping this wasn’t about you. Before Morpheus confided in you, you had visited the Dreaming most nights. Since then, you have been avoiding it.

For the few weeks after he told you, nightmares plagued your dreams. And knowing they were actually real? It scared you.

There was a place out there that housed all the terrible creatures haunting your mind, and your boyfriend ruled over them all.

With your heart in your stomach, you wrestled with what you knew was to come.

Morpheus took things head-on. He would demand to know why you weren’t coming to see him. And if you did tell him, you knew he’d go to the worst-case scenario. He’d believe you didn’t feel safe in his kingdom, under his protection.

That killed you.

He was the one you trusted the most.

You sighed. It was better to get this over with now than spend however much time dwelling on it.

“Is he watching us?” you asked.

Matthew’s eyes shifted as he toggled between his feet.

“Yes,” he said meekly. As if he was embarrassed to be caught doing something he shouldn’t. Like he had a choice in the matter.

“Morpheus, can we talk?” You peered into the raven’s eyes, and immediately the swishing of sand entered your room.

“You may return to the Dreaming, Matthew,” Morpheus said.

With a nod in your direction, he flew away.

Morpheus called your name, and you faced him.

“Hey,” you said, looking at your feet.

How were you going to approach this?

Fingers tilted your chin up, and his thumb brushed under your eye.

“Tell me, my love, what is causing you such unrest,” he whispered, gazing down at you in only the way he could—serious, yet gentle.

You sighed, pulling his hand down to hold against your chest, something else to focus on.

You bit your lip and let it slip free.

“Everything is…Everything is real,” you said. You ran the pad of your thumb over Morpheus' nails, short and blunt.

“Can you explain what you mean?”

You hesitated. “My nightmares are real.”

Maybe it had something to do with him existing for near eternity or that he had known you for so long, but he seemed to understand what you were getting at.

“And you are afraid,” he said.

You nodded, pulling your mouth to the side.

“They can hurt me.”

“I would never allow that,” he whispered. “Nightmares are not meant to cause harm.”

Your head shot up. “What?”

His lips tilted up. “They are meant to teach you. To help you find solutions.”

Your brow furrowed. “So, they can’t hurt me?”

“No, my love, they cannot.” 

Some tension left your shoulders at that realization. And you slowly nodded, internalizing what Morpheus told you.

“Will you sleep well now?” he asked.

You unconsciously gripped his hand tighter—remnants of fear still resided in your mind.

He glanced between your hand and eyes.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

You hoped he could see the love in your eyes. “Of course.”

“Then, come with me.” He held out his other hand, and when you nodded, he placed it on your hip.

Sand swirled around you both. In moments, you were transported, but you’d never seen this place before.

It was home to possibly the greenest field with the tallest trees and most vibrant flowers.

It dawned on you a second later, recalling when Morpheus explained different environments in his realm.

“Is this Fiddler’s Green?” you asked in awe.

When you finally faced him after not receiving an answer, you saw his faint smile as he watched you.

“It was time I brought you here,” he said, stepping toward you.

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed, unable to rid your smile as you took in every feature of his in this new light.

It was like you could see all of him.

He held out his hand, indicating for you to continue ahead of him to a grove of cherry blossoms.

You had only taken a few steps before you could sit below the pink blooms. It should’ve taken much longer, but given where you were, things didn’t have to follow ordinary rules.

Morpheus lowered himself, shoulder brushing yours, and let you absorb every facet of the Dreaming.

This is luxury.

Some people would argue with you, but those people had never seen this place. They didn’t know the absolute peace a world made of dreams could bring. They couldn’t thread its grass through their fingers or smell cinnamon. They couldn't look into the bluest eyes and have boundless affection staring back at them.

“Thank you,” you whispered into his shoulder.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “None of that.”

He lightly patted his thigh, the gentle breeze making his hair float.

You slowly lay down, head resting in his lap.

Between your surroundings and Morpheus’ presence, you never felt safer.

His fingers traced your hairline, down your cheek, around your chin, then began on the other side until he completed his path along your nose and rubbed his thumb across your lower lip.

You hadn’t even noticed your eyes had closed until he spoke.

“Rest, my love. Nothing shall harm you,” he whispered, starting his dance again.

The tension left your body with each pass of his skin, and soon enough, you fell asleep.

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[kenny-the-ken]

Can I please request a Kenny fic where reader and him are FwB but they catch feelings for eachother and maybe some angst/fluff

Do I Wanna Know?

ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!!! Love love love this request!! I'm working through my requests slowly guys because I've currently like 15 in my inbox and my brain is just not computing rn!! Also,,, sorry this is so short guys

You'd both been doing this for a long time, friends with benefits, that's all it was. Just casual sex, no strings attached, but yet you could never bring yourself to be with anyone else the way you were with him. Kenny McCormick was different, he was caring, he understood you on a completely different level than everyone else, but there was one problem, friends with benefits means no feelings or love, you're not dating, they're not exclusively yours, but oh how your heart longed for him to be.

It had been a week from you had both hooked up together, a regular thing, and you'd have hooked up a lot more during that week if Kenny wouldn't have blown you off... twice! Your heart hurt when he did, especially when you seen him out with your other friends, getting high and drinking. It was as if he didn't care... but then again, he wasn't supposed to. You weren't together, you never had been.

Kenny was avoiding you, and you'd noticed, he was normally all over you, clinging to your side constantly, but lately, it was as if you'd been ghosted. Was he not interested in you anymore?

Your heart was hurting, more than it ever had, and as you made your way through the long, twisting college corridors, you seen him chatting to his friends, he hadn't seen you coming, and you approached him quickly enough that by the time he'd spotted you, he couldn't run away.

"Kenny, can I talk to you for a quick second please, in private?" You asked, his eyes wide, and he just nodded meekly as a response, you lead him into a vacant classroom, considering there was a half hour of lunch left, you figured that this would be perfect to not be interrupted or eavesdropped on.

"Y/N, please let me explain why I've been distant-" you cut him off, your bag dropping from your shoulder and thudding on the floor, your hands moving to cover your eyes, trying your best to will the tears from spilling.

"You've been avoiding me! I-If you don't wanna be friends with benefits anymore just tell me!" You half shouted, the tears beginning to slowly fall from your bloodshot e/c eyes.

"No, no that's not it at all, y/n. Just... just please let me explain!" Kenny spoke, his arms pulling you into his chest, and you couldn't help but throw your arms desperately around him, taking in his familiar scent.

"It's just... I know there's supposed to be no feelings and I- I know you don't really do relationships, I get it, Ken, I really do but... when you blew me off and then started avoiding me, I thought maybe you'd found someone else, and my heart couldn't take it, I had to talk to you, and I'm sorry if this weirds you out and you don't want to ever speak to me again but-" You rambled desperately, your voice shaky, the tears still falling from your eyes, leaving a trail on your face.

And Kenny placed his hand under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him, cutting off what you were about to say, by making a confession of his own.

"I love you." Kenny whispered, before placing a soft kiss on your lips, your eyes meeting when he pulled away, and your head spun, did he really just tell you that he loved you? Was this real?

"I love you too, Kenny. I-I have for a long time." You admitted, your cheeks red, the tears stilling as Kenny brought his slender, calloused hands to your face, wiping the tears away.

"I've loved you from I first met you... I just didn't think you wanted anything serious." Kenny admitted, and you cursed yourself internally, if only you'd have told Kenny sooner, or he'd have told you, you both could've been together as an actual couple.

But that didn't matter now, as soon as Kenny's lips touched your own, you felt all your worries melt away, his arms pulling you flush to his slim chest, his arms round your waist and your hands tangled in his messy, blond hair.

When you both pulled away, Kenny gave you a large, gappy smile, his cheeks lightly flushed. "So um... do you wanna be my girlfriend?" Kenny asked, earning a small giggle from you.

"Of course I will, Ken. I've waited forever to hear you ask me that."

[heavenlycloud]

the veil~ ღཾཿ༉ ༘჻ღཾཿ჻

one: hell froze over ‧₊˚ ⋅ ༘☆*.ﾟ

warnings: swearing

pairing: huh yunjin x aespa 5th member! fem reader

summary: y/n and yunjin watched their members have eyes glued to their phones whenever they possibly could. they both laughed and shook their heads in amusement while thinking 'couldn't be me'. just for them to both fall into the same exact category of addicted once that first message was sent.

author notes: i realized that i don't really need pov labels so i didn't put them in. but if anyone prefers them or finds they make it easier to follow along in these beginning chapters, i can keep them in (just ask it's no problem!) additionally, will be making a taglist so feel free to drop in my inbox or the comments with your @ if you'd like to be added. lastly, feedback, comments, reblogs, questions, literally anything but hateful speech is welcome and very much appreciated!

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you stared at your phone and reread the notification that appeared on the screen for what seemed like eternity. aeri looked over your shoulder and waited for you to accept the match, and when you didn’t she grew impatient. yizhuo blurted out, “for the love of-” she reached over and pressed the accept button for you. panic flooded your veins as you frantically looked back and forth between your two members, “why would you do that?! what the hell do i do now?! i wasn’t ready bro-” aeri cut you off and pointed to the typing dots that appeared on the screen followed by the first message from your new match. she stood up with yizhuo close behind her, “relax you don’t need to freak out about anything. just talk to her like you would anyone else.” as the two of them started to leave the room, yizhuo tacked on, “have fun, we’re going shopping so we’ll be back later.” more than anything you wanted to beg them to stay and help you but they were already out the door before you could think of anything to say. 

a little over an hour passed and you still had yet to reply to the mystery girl on the other end of the phone. instead you ran back to twitter, just to be welcomed by the same posts your members made not long after two of them left you alone. skimming over the posts you rolled your eyes and mumbled to yourself, "it be your own people..." [ft. minji who posts about you knowing you won't see it]

the message notification appeared once more on your screen since you hadn't dismissed it physically like you had mentally. for a moment hesitated, debating on if you really wanted to go through with this or not, after all it's not like she would know who you were if you just terminated the pair, right? the internal debate rushed through your thoughts until you just decided to text the girl back.

you tried to think of something, anything to say just so you weren't leaving this mystery girl on read leaving her to believe she was about to be rejected before it all began. except that's exactly what you were doing.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚✭・彡♡・✫.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

unbeknownst to you, yunjin was frantically posting on twitter, second guessing the first message she sent you an hour prior.

she paced around her bedroom for what felt like eternity in a futile attempt to calm herself down. yunjin chewed on her lip while debating on if she should terminate the match and try for a new one.

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚✭・彡♡・✫.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

your gaze lingered on the notification for what had to be the tenth time today. a moment of hesitation, then you slid up and began typing out a simple greeting, your finger lingered over the send button. however, it was just long enough for you to press backspace and delete what you’d typed... again.

instead of actually responding, and initiating the conversation your mind was flooded with second guesses on the 'right' way to do it. after three tries of coming up with something, you circled right back to twitter. you scrolled back to your most recent post to see if any of your other friends had suggested anything helpful under your latest post...they didn't.

frustration bubbled in your stomach as you told yourself this shouldn't be this hard, yet here you were dealing with a single text as if it was life or death. eventually you just decided to answer with a single word rather than an actual conversation starter. not even a second after you hit send there were text bubbles appearing as lyra, your mystery girl began texting you.

while you sat cross legged on the couch smiling stupidly at your phone, yunjin was in her own room doing the exact same thing on her bed. conversation between the two of you flowed so easily it was like you had been friends with one another for years already. question after question she answered as you asked with you following the same model.

in the midst of typing whether she thought cereal was a soup, kazuha came into the american's room. yunjin paid no mind to the younger girl who entered with a towel in her hand as scrunched the water out of her jet black waves. kazuha started to ask , “unnie can i borrow your hairdryer mine is-” she stopped suddenly and looked at yunjin who was literally giggling and kicking her feet, too engrossed in her own texting conversation to realize kazuha standing before her.

kazuha narrowed her eyes then snatched the phone from yunjin’s hand with nearly cat-like reflexes. yunjin jumped off her bed and lunged for kazuha as she shouted, “wait give that back, zuha-yah!” the latter skimmed through the messages before letting out a laugh and handing the phone back, “i thought i was gonna see you two flirting or something, not debating on if cereal is a soup.” yunjin rolled her eyes and asked, “what did you want before you started being nosey?” kazuha pointed to the hairdryer on yunjin’s desk and grinned when the older girl passed it to her without complaining.

kazuha looked over her shoulder on her way out, “i’ll get it back to you in the morning because it’s late. goodnight unnie, thank you!” yunjin didn’t look up from her phone as she mindlessly replied, “night zuha.” upon the words she spoke did she realize the meaning behind them and she checked the time, eyes widening when she realized it was nearing midnight.

yunjin frowned as she read your next message that said you were heading to sleep because you had a practice in the morning. yunjin’s frown was replaced with a gentle smile when she saw you add on that you’d talk to her the following morning, and with that she locked her phone for the night and decided she’d get some sleep too. 

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[alianoralacanta]

hiii alianora! i was thinking about your essay regarding ferrari PR 2022, and as a new fan i was wondering about the events that took after. did charles really threaten to leave ferrari and did ferrari hire vasseur for him (charles probably isn't the only reason but is it safe to say he played into the decision), charles denies he played a part in binotto's exit but then again he wouldn't expose team internal politics. a journalist leo turrini mentioned "Leclerc's fractured relationship with Binotto" as one of the reasons why his position was at risk when the rumors first came out, but i don't know how credible he is.

i also read that elkann had been looking into fred being a replacement a year before 2022 (if that Italian press report is to be believed), and that the former ferrari CEO actually wanted to bring fred into the team in like 2018 (?) because binotto was never meant to be TP, instead he would have been in the technical department if the CEO had his way.

i am most curious about if it is true that charles really did threaten to leave the team and if this was the final push for ferrari to hire vasseur. of course charles denies all this, ferrari denies all this, and i'm not so sure which reports to believe haha

Warning! Long post alert!

Firstly, I promise that I do not share my Tumblr account password with anyone and only I can read the messages in my inbox prior to posting the responses.

This disclaimer is because this is the second time in three Ferrari posts that my thought process has been interrupted by Charles Leclerc answering part of the question for me. In this case, he was in the press conference and it was mentioned that Mattia Binotto was going to Monza. Charles' face fell so fast (video) that it could only have been caused by hearing about Mattia's weekend plans. (I've heard that Nico Hulkenberg reckoned Mattia might not be Audi team boss yet, but am not yet sure what to conclude about this or Charles' reactions to this).

He never said one word against Mattia, did Charles. However, those who have followed my mini-series answering OP's Ferrari questions will understand by now that this makes things worse, not better. The silence indicates less liking and respect for Mattia, not more.

That is not someone who wants Mattia to be anywhere near him. This is one of those rare relationships within F1 where "fractured" might be the right word - and I don't think Charles has healed as much from it as he thought prior to the conference.

I don't think Charles had to say that he was threatening to leave Ferrari. Just say that he had to believe in the projects within which he worked. We can connect the dots, even if Charles was never going to leave in 2022 and that this qualifies as another "lie to defend his chosen team".

Rather like in 2023, where Charles didn't have to say he was considering Red Bull (even though he totally was), only hint that he was willing to respond to Red Bull's entreaties with more than a polite rebuff this time around. Plausible deniability through elision.

Verbum sapienti. The Ferrari board can take a hint ;)

The biggest factor, I think, in Mattia Binotto losing his place at Ferrari was that Mattia didn't truly know what to do with a plan that had progressed ahead of schedule. However, the board also knew that it couldn't long-range plan around Carlos Sainz the way it could around Charles Leclerc. Carlos may have understood the conventional part of Ferrari but could never have grasped the mythic element. (That won't be a problem for him at Williams, whose mythic element leaned heavily towards pragmatism and is more a light dusting rather than a major factor these days). I think Fred Vasseur has been interested in the Ferrari position for a long time, but I don't think Ferrari was ready for him until Mattia Binotto left. That was more to do with "vacancy and interest finally matched up" rather than anything Charles Leclerc-specific. Especially since Fred Vasseur had also previously worked with Carlos Sainz. I don't recall Fred even being in the conversation in 2018. There were two factions within Ferrari in 2018 for what should be done about its F1 team following Sergio Marchionne's death. There were those who supported Sergio's expressed preferences, including promoting Leclerc, and those who preferred to go a different direction, including keeping Kimi Raikkonen. I do not recall either side being confirmed as having a preference about the new Ferrari team boss, but I would not be surprised to discover each side had a different preference and that at least one of them had been disappointed on that front. Mattia Binotto had already been in a senior position on the technical side when all of this began, so he'd probably have been head of the engine or chassis department, or a technical director of both, had someone else been made the team principal.

[ternaryflower53]

hello i am SO fucking sorry to jump into your inbox like this out of the blue but as a fellow chinese american and non jew i really really appreciate you talking about and acknowledging antisemitism.

i live near san francisco, so i have a plethora of asian american friends who all self identify as liberals, but after i unbrainwashed myself from antisemitism thanks to some hard conversations, i’ve had an incredibly tough time digesting the antisemitism absolutely baked into so much of what these friends say and how unwilling they are to see israelis as human, much less listen to them.

as always, i have to add a disclaimer here that i firmly call for accountability for the IDF and israeli govt since they’re acting with impunity, and i pray to see a palestinian state in my lifetime. but it hurts knowing how much of a fringe position it is among my peers to fully believe that israel doesn’t actually deserve to be demolished, because there is no way in hell the descendants of refugees expelled from MENA countries will be “just fine when they go back to where they came from.” if anything i suspect their certain deaths would be celebrated even more greatly because they’re israeli and the evil is defeated!!!

i just.. i don’t understand how fellow asian americans could have understood the importance of not speaking over black americans, and instead elevating their voices and amplifying solidarity during 2020, yet so wholeheartedly throw themselves into calling for israel’s dissolution. i don’t know if it’s that they’re ignorant of the fact that israel wasn’t created just for funsies or that they wholeheartedly believe israelis are an object to peace for palestinians. and yet they all have the gall to say “punch a nazi uwu!!!” or “i’m not antisemitic” and then unironically retweet something saying that what’s happening in gaza is the holocaust. everything is just so fucking backwards and upside down.

again, i’m sorry for basically venting this whole essay into your inbox, but i see you and i stand with you and our jewish and palestinian siblings, and i pray for peace in our lifetime. thank you again for your voice. may it never waver.

oh my gosh, no need to apologize!! i really appreciate you taking the time to share your thoughts, and i firmly believe that it's really important to let jewish people know we exist, even if it's on anon.

i agree with everything you've said here, really. i am a pacifist at heart - the death of so many palestinians is heartbreaking, full stop. but so many people advocating for palestinians are using terrifyingly violent rhetoric towards jews (especially israelis), and it's awful.

regarding your point about not understanding how others in our community are doing this... i don't know. i think it's people's internalized antisemitism. i think it's the social media's tendency toward groupthink and people not doing their own research. i think it's the human desire to create a black and white "good vs evil" narrative - particularly one that casts the US in the role of "evil". i think it's a lack of education about the holocaust, and lack of teaching of critical thinking skills, and so many other things.

but ultimately it all comes out in the wash. it's all antisemitism, and it all hurts jewish people. no matter how much people say that they're against antisemitism. it means nothing if they follow it up by doing an antisemitism.

anyway. i could say so much more, but i'm just going to reiterate what i said at the beginning: i'm glad to hear from you. i share your hopes for peace. keep working to support jews, who need allies more than ever, whatever that looks like for you.

[chaotic-on-main]

Hi Sky 👋 sorry if I am bothering you 🥺

May I request a moodboard of me levi and gojo?? Gojo and I are best friends; he has a feeling for me but I am in love with Levi and Levi loves me a lot. Gojo and I went on a long drive and I excitedly told him about my marriage to Levi and he looked very sad.

I know it’s cringe please forgive me. It is actually based on what I see in my dream few days ago

Levi x San x Satoru

☾ content/warnings ➼ angst, unrequited love, crossover (jjk and aot)

☾ a/n ➼ hi @notgoodforlife <3 this has been in my drafts for so long because life has been kicking my ass and I haven't been able to get back onto solid ground. but I hate that I've made you wait for like, 4 months. you asked for a moodboard and i got carried away writing this whole thing instead. I hope you're doing well over there, and I hope this doesn't hurt too much. ALSO THIS ISN'T CRINGE. ANYONE THAT SAYS SO CAN COME TALK TO ME INSTEAD OF CLOWNING IN YOUR INBOX. anyway. ily <3

☾ wc ➼ ~800

The jingling of metal keychains against each other grabs your attention away from the phone in your hand. As you look up, you see the sleek black car belonging to your best friend sitting in the driveway of your little home. White hair and a snarky grin, Satoru Gojo was right on time and leaning against the warm metal.

“Where's the grouchy old man?” He calls out, still a few yards from where you sat on the doorstep. You stand up in excitement, making sure to slot your phone into your back pocket before bounding down the last few steps to meet him halfway.

“The grumpy man has a name, you know. He got called back into work and won't be back until late, so it's just us.” When you say those words, Satoru's eyes light up just the slightest bit, but you miss it as you're busy pulling your phone back out to check something.  

“Oh good, that just means more time with me.” He says half-jokingly. As always, there’s that lopsided grin, but it slowly fades as he looks at you carefully over his dark sunglasses. “He's always at work. Does he ever make time for you?”

You're quick to throw him a soft glare at such an accusation. While his tone is lighthearted, it has a depth of concern that you don’t pick up. Satoru knows he shouldn't be so mean, but when it comes to you, he can't help but be defensive. He's loved you for as long as he's known you, after all.

“Of course he does, ‘toru. It really isn't Levi's fault. Some intern fucked something up in the computer systems and Levi is the only one that knows how to fix it.” At this point, you're sitting in your friend's passenger seat and buckled in. You run your fingers over the soft velvet that lines the door of his car.

Satoru always had nice things - car included. That's one of the perks of being a child to a decently wealthy family. But he was never showy with his possessions, and you liked him for that. If only you knew that you were the one thing he couldn't call his.

“Well, I sure hope they're paying him enough. Sounds like he's irreplaceable.” Your friend mutters as he puts the car in reverse and slides down the driveway.

“You have no idea.”

“The venue is down Main, right?” Satoru checks his mirrors before fully pulling out onto the mostly vacant street.

“Yeah. You know, I heard it was a sold-out show.” You pull your phone out to check a few notifications that popped up.

One was a text from Levi, apologizing once again that he had to pull out at the last minute and would make it up to you as soon as he could. He was always good on his promises so you can't help but smile at the date he has planned in the near future.

While your hand holds up your phone, Satoru notices yet again the shining bright stone that sits pretty on your left ring finger. It sparkles brilliantly against the orange setting sun. His smile doesn't fade but it wavers.

When you told him the news a few months back, he made sure to show up as the best friend he is. Oh, how you squealed in delight at him, telling him all the details of the proposal Levi had planned and what you already want from your wedding.

How you wanted Satoru there as your maid of honor to which you laughed right after, saying that you don’t have to wear a dress. You mistook his wide eyes as shock to the maid of honor demand instead of what it really was - heartbreak.

His heart had shattered into a million pieces despite the million-dollar grin he threw your way. You weren't aware of how he felt for you, and you never would. Satoru only wanted you to be happy, and it seemed that you were.

As he glanced at the ring and back up to the road, he couldn't help imagining what it would be like to have you wearing a ring he had picked out. How would he have proposed to you, he wonders. Would you still want the same things for this pretend wedding, or would it be completely different?

“’Toru?” You ask, breaking him out of his thoughts. Bright blue eyes shift in your direction at the sudden call out, and he grins over to you.

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“Never better. Now let's get some tunes going, yeah?” That cocky grin of his made you laugh as you nod in agreement.

No, he doesn't need to think about these “what ifs". Pain is nothing new to him, and he would survive this one.

[bustyasianbeautiespod]

Hello yet again! Thank you for the response! It's great to have my Aziraphale brainworms peer reviewed. I did start writing out an ask about how Crowley factors into all of that but I kept adding points to it and I will most likely turn it into a post and tag you guys once I've finished the show.

I actually just finished the episode on ep 3 and I'm so glad that I'm not the only one confused by the intention of the whole Dalrymple thing. The morality of this whole season has been kind of confusing so far. And weirdly this is the one minisode where a discussion of grey morality would actually work as a final scene unlike ep 4.

Also I don't know if you guys have discussed this on the show but am I the only one who thinks there has been a weird fixation on making Crowley seem like a good person this season? It's not that they're not a good person but in every flashback thus far Aziraphale needs to be convinced to do the right thing or refuses to directly act to help someone while Crowley automatically does the right thing without any internal conflict. Like the only real character conflict for Crowley is the Gabriel thing and that's resolved in ep 1. It might just be because he sees it more like a job and doesn't have any real ideological stake in hell but it's strange because the narrative seems to agree with and almost justify everything he does. There's also the fact that Crowley is the only one who has actually faced real consequences for defying orders thus far (eg: getting sucked into hell, the furfur situation, the homelessness thing). I don't know what it means but it contributes to the whole weird vibe. It's less about what she does and more about how the narrative views it. Idk if this makes any sense I don't know anything about what Gaiman was trying to do (everything I have learned about him has been against my will) but have you guys noticed this? 

And as for Aziraphale I think a lot of his present day behaviour is because he misses having a job. He simply isn't getting into enough Situations presently which is why he keeps creating these little pointless missions for himself. He was meant to be a well meaning but bumbling detective who is really bad at investigating but keeps stumbling into the answers through sheer luck and also miracles. Genuinely I think this would fix him! 

Also minor point: I love how the scene where Crowley and Aziraphale return Job's children is framed like a magic trick. They really have been performing magic tricks together since the beginning of their friendship!

(And apologies for leaving mini essays in your inbox this show has consumed my brain and I am incapable of being concise)

I genuinely went "AWWWWWW" out loud at the 'they've been performing magic tricks together since the beginning of their friendship' bit of this ask... what an adorable way to look at that scene.

The points you make about Crowley being portrayed as always good and always in the right by the narrative + Aziraphale missing the gratification of doing his job and being certain in its goodness is A Really (REALLY) Big Part of our 2.06 discussion. So tune in to that!

The asks are lovely and fun to read. Thank you so much for sending them in!

- Grey <3

[elizmanderson]

author ask game

tagged by @awritingcaitlin, so I did that thing where I leave the email unread so I'll remember to get to it. but then I did that thing where I never look back at my inbox so it doesn't actually work

BUT ANYWAY

I'm gonna use my book-on-sub for today's game, so that's GroundskeeperWIP in my tags or The Many Buried Things of Peter Shaughnessy for an actual title as we yeet it at editors

it's about an old man cursed with immortality who hunts ghosts rather than making mortal friends who will die one day, but when the residents of a small ohio town adopt him as their own, he has to choose: leave to protect his heart, or stay to save their lives?

1) What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

you have to be open to love (of all kinds/any kind) even though it means being open to getting hurt

2) What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

this book is a love letter to northwest ohio. even though the specific town in which it takes place is made up, it takes inspiration from real small towns across northwest ohio, plus we get plenty of real northwest ohio bird and plant species, real northwest ohio history, and a reference to a real crocodile at a real zoo in northwest ohio

(baru my love)

however there are also ghosts. they mostly don't take corporeal form, bc that takes more energy than most of them have. they're usually encountered other ways instead, but I don't remember where those specifics ways came from

3) What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

the titular character is trying to find and banish a vengeful spirit before it wreaks havoc. hunting ghosts is how he gives life meaning, since he's cursed with immortality. it gives him a purpose.

he's also trying to avoid making mortal friends who will just die on him. he's had quite enough of that, thank you very much.

predictably, I am making him make mortal friends and fall in love lol

also I'm trying to once again internalize a character arc I have yet to undergo. so when you see me writing the same themes over and over and over again, that's why.

4. How many chapters is your story going to have?

the sub version has 55 chapters (which sounds like a lot, but this manuscript is actually shorter than Remarkable Retirement by almost 10,000 words)

5. Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

original fiction, and godwilling it'll get picked up by a publisher

6. When and why did you start writing?

I started writing "seriously," by which I mean consistently and with a mind to improve, when I was about twelve. I don't really remember why, except that I come from a family of readers and my grandpa was a writer and also my favorite person on earth.

7. Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

I don't know half of you half as well as you should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve!

jk but I spent the last four days strung out on the couch thanks to hormones going berserk and I'm still kinda fried, so that is. the best I can come up with rn

(admittedly "kinda fried" is my default state these days, I feel, but)

anyway shoutout (and no-pressure) tag to @victoriacbooks, @ashvanewrites, and @amarajlynn, three awesome writers you should follow if you want to

[cssmoon]

Gta san andreas 50 save game

It looks like Rockstar Games have ensured the early days of the beginning of the end of its company after the disastrous GTA Trilogy Definitive Edition launch. GC: Perhaps you’re not counting more minor glitches, because that certainly doesn’t match with our experience. I have played for hours and had one glitch, so I don’t know whether there’s some rabid bandwagon jumping going on here. I played the original and, for me, this is just spruced up enough without deviating away from the original game. I am a 50-something gamer so think that I have a few miles under my belt, but I don’t know whether I am alone in this but I am loving GTA. PS: The car handling in the GTA trilogy is perfect, and I won’t have a bad word said about it. I saw a video once of a guy doing the same thing with The Simpsons: Hit & Run and he didn’t even have the source code.

I am amazed that you can port an entire game do a different engine 20 years after it was originally made. I read somewhere that it actually uses the Unreal Engine now. They really should have put in some haze. The only major problems I’ve encountered are severe stutters during checkpoint races, and the weird way you can see the whole map from a plane.

I see many people are unhappy at the quality of the games I can only speak for San Andreas but I think they have just the right amount of graphical and gameplay improvements. It does seem rather a big mistake not to have allowed you to buy them for £20 each. Then add in that San Andreas was on Game Pass, it makes it £50-60 for just the two other games. Though it was mainly Vice City I wanted to play, I thought £50-60 (depending on console) was a bit too much money for this collection. Just writing in to say I really am enjoying GTA: San Andreas on my Xbox One X via Game Pass. We haven’t seen the show, but we can only assume he doesn’t do the accent. GC: Charles Martinet is the voice of Mario, for those who don’t know. It is skewed towards the American market, but it really is great. Narrated by Charles Martinet, it’s a six-part series charting the history of video games. If there’s anybody here who hasn’t watched it yet (probably not many) it really is a must see. OK, this isn’t new but I’m just watching High Score on Netflix again and enjoying it just as much second time around as I did last year. GC: We did, but we always have to give precedence to more time sensitive Reader’s Feature. PS: Did you get my Reader’s Feature on my time with Dark Souls 3? Was really hoping to see that and hear what others thought. It also works well for storing Xbox One games and running them off the external hard drive, keeping the space clear on the SSD. While not perfect, as some games can take a while to swap over, it is still far quicker than downloading a game from scratch. I then just use the move function to swap about as required. Games I am playing regularly are stored on the internal and things I might want to return to but don’t want the long download time for are stored on the external drive. I use a standard 2TB hard drive to complement my internal SSD drive. I would like to respond to Tim’s letter in Friday’s inbox. It’s insulting to gamers, the original developers, and the games themselves. But these low rent rehashes of classic games have got to stop. If a company wants to take the time and make a high quality remaster or remake, something like Demon’s Souls on PlayStation 5, then fine, sounds great. People talk about Rockstar losing their reputation but even Nintendo has been at it, with the ultra lazy Super Mario 3D All-Stars compilation. The GTA one is both lazy and broken! Seriously, companies have got to stop this. I mean, at least the remaster of Skyrim is only lazy.

I don’t especially want to have a go at Bethesda either, or at least not them anymore than others, especially Rockstar.

[tvsmovies]

Knives Out, Weird Al, and more: eight great movies from TIFF 2022 The Verge

By Andrew WebsterGoing to an event like the Toronto International Film Festival is an overwhelming experience — even if you’re a veteran festival-goer. There are just so many movies spread out across so many days and theaters that it’s hard to avoid feeling like you’re missing out on something. At the same time, it can be incredibly refreshing. As regular movie theaters continue to be dominated by increasingly small lineups of blockbusters and never-ending franchises, the breadth of films showing at TIFF is a good reminder of why movies are so great.This mix of overwhelmed yet refreshed is exactly how I felt after spending the last week at the 2022 iteration of TIFF. I didn’t get to see everything I hoped. In particular, I couldn’t squeeze Park Chan-wook’s new film Decision to Leave into my schedule, and my ticket for the now-controversial The People’s Joker was canceled — but I still managed to screen a huge range of different types of movies, from extremely goofy biopics and sweet stories about kidnapping to some beautiful stop-motion animation.With the caveat that I couldn’t watch everything there, here are my favorite movies I saw at the festival.If you’ve seen past work from director Hirokazu Kore-eda, like his award-winning Shoplifters, then his latest film, Broker, will feel familiar in a lot of ways. Broker once again sees the director exploring people at the margins of society finding morally

Wild will be enough to get them to watch. After all, it’s a return to stop-motion animation that director Henry Selick co-wrote alongside Nope director Jordan Peele and the first film from Selick since 2009’s Coraline. Peele also stars in the film alongside his longtime comedic companion Keegan-Michael Key. On paper, it’s the perfect Halloween movie. Luckily, it’s also great on-screen. Combining some of the best stop-motion animation I’ve ever seen — seriously, the level of detail is incredible, from rumbling radiators to bubbling pots of curry — with a silly, scary, and heartfelt story about a young girl with literal demons who’s fighting to find her place in the world while also saving an entire town. It’s a typical Selick coming-of-age story but also one with a side critique of the prison industrial complex. Wendell & Wild starts streaming on Netflix on October 28th. / Sign up for Verge Deals to get deals on products we've tested sent to your inbox daily.

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Knives Out, Weird Al, and more: eight great movies from TIFF 2022 The Verge

questionable ways to survive. In this case, two men have a side business selling orphan babies to rich couples looking to adopt. It’s extremely messed up: particularly when one of the moms comes back to check on her kid.She ends up joining them on a sales road trip across Korea, and from there, Broker steadily turns into a surprisingly sweet story about found families and the horrors of navigating bureaucratic systems. For every dark moment — like seeing a couple haggle over the price of a baby or an actual murder — there are tender scenes of people just trying to make the best of what they have. Think of it like a crime drama crossed with Little Miss Sunshine. Broker also has a great cast, including Parasite star Song Kang-Ho as one of the brokers and Sense8’s Doona Bae as a police officer trying to catch them in the act.Broker is coming to theaters on December 26th.Netflix spent an eye-watering amount of money for the sequels to Knives Out and, if the first one is any indication, the investment might have been worth it. Glass Onion sees the return of both director Rian Johnson and star Daniel Craig as the charming detective Benoit Blanc as they tackle a new mystery. This time, it’s a murder on the private island of a tech billionaire, who just so happens to

turbingly true-to-life scenes of decomposing and butchered animals. And the story touches on a number of big subjects, from our relationship with the land that sustains us to the uncomfortable divide between colonizers and those they’ve colonized. What’s also quite striking about Godland, though, is the way it’s shot. Director Hlynur Pálmason really leans into the photographic inspiration, with square frames and close-up shots of the cast that often look like portraits. At times, it really feels like you’re looking through the lens of the priest’s camera. It’s unlike anything I’ve seen before. It’s not clear yet when Godland will receive a wider release. Amazon’s Good Night Oppy is a documentary following the unexpectedly long lifespans of the Mars rovers Spirit and Opportunity. For the most part, it has exactly what you’d expect from this kind of film. There are lots of great interviews with former engineers and scientists who worked on the project, coupled with archival footage to show what things were like in the moment. What makes it unique, though, is the visual effects. Star Wars visual effects house ILM worked on the movie, creating incredibly detailed and realistic CG scenes that bring these rovers and the Martian landscape to life. There are planet-wide sandstorms that look like something out of Mad Max and lots of close-ups of the robots that make them look and move like Star Wars droids. It adds a new dimension to a familiar story. Good Night Oppy starts streaming on Prime Video on November 23rd. Hunt marks the directorial debut of Lee Jung-jae, a longtime Korean star who came to global prominence through Netflix’s Squid Game. It’s a spy thriller set in the 1980s following a failed attempt at assassinating the South Korean president. In the aftermath, two KCIA chiefs — one of whom is played by Lee himself — are racing to find the suspect amid rising tensions with North Korea. Spy thrillers are always full of deception. That’s kind of the point. But Hunt takes things to an extreme degree, with a dizzying array of twists and turns that makes it nearly impossible to know who is on which side and who you can trust. (Hint: you probably can’t trust anyone.) It’s unrelenting, rarely giving you a second to breathe before it throws yet another new wrench into the proceedings. Things end on a somewhat strange note, but the ride is a lot of fun. Hunt doesn’t yet have a theatrical release date. Pearl is the second entry of Ti West’s burgeoning horror franchise, but it’s also primarily a prequel to X, which released earlier this year. It’s an origin story, with Mia Goth reprising her role as the titular Pearl as she shifts from unassuming farm girl to bloodthirsty monster. If you’ve seen X, there aren’t a lot of surprises here, but Pearl still works because of the incredible performance from Goth, who is genuinely terrifying, as well as the stylistic mix of The Wizard of Oz, Psycho, and a straight-up slasher. For more on Pearl, be sure to check out my full review. Pearl is coming to theaters on September 16th. Most biopics are meant to help viewers understand a person’s life. When it comes to musical biopics, this usually means following a traditional arc from a child to a superstar, with all the ups and downs in between. Weird: The Al Yankovic Story does all of this but with one important difference: almost nothing you see in the movie is actually true. Instead, Weird is a parody of biopics (fitting for the master of musical parodies) that’s more like Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story than Rocketman — and it’s absolutely hilarious. It takes Yankovic’s life story in absurd directions, from drug-fueled trips through hell to a battle with a real-life drug lord. Daniel Radcliffe commits to the titular role completely, adding a level of intensity that makes the jokes hit that much harder. For more on Weird, you can check out my full review. Weird: The Al Yankovic Story is coming to the Roku Channel on November 4th. For some people, the names involved with Wendell &

be hosting a retreat for his closest friends, which include everyone from an MRA YouTube star to a state governor.Craig is clearly having a lot of fun doubling down on his southern caricature persona here, but Glass Onion is also notable for how great the rest of the cast is: Edward Norton as a douchebag tech bro with more money than sense; Janelle Monáe as his spurned former partner; Kathryn Hahn as a politician with questionable morals; Kate Hudson as an impossibly clueless fashion designer; and — perhaps the best of all — Dave Bautista as a man so insecure he swims with his pistol. If Glass Onion were just 90 minutes of this group having fun on an island, I’d be into it, but it’s also a very intriguing mystery. For more on Glass Onion, make sure to check out my full review.Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery starts streaming on Netflix on December 23rd but will be in select theaters at some point before then.Godland is based on true events but in a unique way. The filmmakers used a series of found photographs from the 1800s as an inspiration for this quiet, contemplative story about a Danish priest traveling across Iceland to set up a church in a remote village before winter. It’s full of sweeping shots of the incredible Icelandic landscape, from freezing waterfalls to rushing lava, along with dis

[bookofmormonmemes]

teenagers loopholing around parental convention in order to join ancient blood feud incident, 0 dead 2000 injured

[bunny-rambles]

heheheheh I have arrived to come request a fluffy 17 with Scaramouche for your 200 event, please!!~ ∩^ω^∩ don’t look at me I’m soft for Scara rn storm cloud needs some love-

- 🔒

17- “Quick, kiss me!”

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characters; Scaramouche, gn reader (Childe is mentioned)

cw/tw; Cursing, you two kiss, I tried to make this as fluffy as I could

word count; 800+

notes; Wowow I wasn’t expecting sparky to get a request but I was pleasantly surprised. I really hope you enjoy this, you’re such a nice part of having this blog, I love seeing you in my inbox <3

event; 200 milestone

Please reblog if you like this!!

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“What the hell are you doing?”

A sharp gasp escaped your lips and your foot nearly gave way on the tree you were balancing on. Turning around, you were faced with a sour faced shorter male, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at you.

“Don’t do that, you scared me!“ You whined, bottom lip jutting out, but it did little to shift his narrow eyed gaze.

“I asked you a question, dumbass.” Your pout only grew at his blunt reply.

“Hiding.”

“Hiding?”

You hummed, turning away from him to scope your surroundings. No sign of danger yet. Just as you were about to lean forward to get a better look, you let out a startled yelp as the tree began to shake with the force of the harbingers' kick to get your attention.

“Hiding from who?” He had moved closer now, his body right underneath yours. His arms were also unfolded, like he was on guard to catch you.

“Tartagli- AAH!“ And right on cue your foot slipped out from underneath you, causing you to plummet right into Scaramouche’s outstretched arms. Despite his small stature, he was actually quite strong, so when you fell into his embrace he didn’t stumble. But it wasn’t exactly comfortable to land against such a hard exterior. You let out a small groan, raising your head to look up at the scowling man who raised an eyebrow when your gaze locked with his own.

“You were saying?” To anyone else, this would have sounded like an uninterested reply, perhaps even a little bit annoyed. However, you knew him better than that.

“Quit teasing me…” You grumbled, and you swore for a fleeting moment, the corner of his lip curled upwards. He rolled his eyes before lowering you down to the ground, hands hesitantly planting on your waist to keep you steady.

“Is he forcing you to do his work for him again?” He asked, hands slipping away from your sides.

“Not yet, but I know he’ll ask if he sees me. And it’s not exactly like I can say no…”

“Yes you can.”

“Scara, he’s my boss-”

Your reply earned a scoff from him, along with a shake of his head. The bells hanging from his trademark hat jingled slightly and you internally cringed from how loud they sounded to you. You really didn’t want to be noticed by Childe right now.

“Ohh, Y/N!!”

You heard a voice call out. Speak of the devil.

“Great.” Your companion grumbled, hand moving to massage his temple, preparing for the oncoming headache he was about to get if he was seen with you. The eleventh would’ve already been electrocuted if he had his way from the amount of mocking he endured; only his status as harbinger was saving him from an ill fate. Nothing was exempt from his teasing. Not his height, not his temper, and especially, not your relationship with him. You were one of the only ones that actually tolerated his moods, and he would even consider you (albeit, hesitantly) a friend. And the ginger did not shut up about it. Ugh, he could hear him now.

‘The big, bad Scaramouche has a friend?’

‘Wow, you actually have emotions?’

‘So you do have a heart!’

“He’s coming this way!” His head perked up at that, turning on his heel to walk away from you, but you were faster. And then an idea started to form in your head. Childe wouldn’t bother him if he was on his own, and if you were under the hat… You wouldn’t be seen. And even if you were seen, even Tartaglia wouldn’t interrupt you if you were-

“Quick, kiss me!”

“What?!” Your hands grabbed his shirt and pulled him in before he could protest, smashing your lips against his. His hands hovered over your body, unsure where to put them, eyes blown wide. But when he saw two long legs start to come into view, he finally snapped out of whatever trance you put him in and pulled you in closer. Was it to hide you further or to indulge more in this foreign warmth on his lips? He wasn’t quite sure. His hand slid up the side of your neck to delicately cup your cheek, his other staying on your waist. However, just as he was about to truly melt into you, you pulled away abruptly.

“Sorry! I don’t know why I-“

You didn’t get to finish your thought, he was already pulling you in again, lips moulding against yours once more. Once he saw your eyes shut, he pulled away, wanting you to feel the loss he did just now. Petty, really.

“He’s gone now.” He breathed against your lips. And yet, you two were still under his hat, hidden away from the world. All you could do was nod as the both of you leaned forward once more.

[kim-seung-mo]

Can you please make a stray kids reaction

When they see you for the first time (love at first sight)

Pleaaaase

𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕋𝕚𝕞𝕖 (ℍ𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖)

or...love at first sight + a little story cuz i couldn't hold myself back

♩ gn!reader, fluffy fluff, love at first sight, just them being super cute, them being shy shy shy, no warnings really it's just kinda long for pure fluff tbh

♩♩ word count: 1.9k

♩♩♩ A/N: me looking at my inbox and realizing that it's just gonna be pure fluff for days T-T i need angst plz give me angst ideassss

wip list here maknae line here

Chan

The first time you met was in a cafe, you were a college student working part-time and he was still a JYP trainee.

You took his order and smiled at him with gentle eyes.

He felt a stirring sensation when you looked at him, even when he knew you probably looked at everyone like that.

It wasn't normal, for him at least. He wasn't an introvert and normally could communicate with people even when meeting them for the first time.

But for some reason, that day, when facing you, it was like he was frozen in place, he couldn't move even the slightest.

This was what they called "love at first sight", right?

He (not so) subtly glanced at the name tag on your chest.

"Y/N Y/L/N", what a beautiful name.

After that, he would often visit the cafe where you worked, ordering the same drink every time, and (again, not so subtly) peeking at you, wondering how he could have become so awkward.

The days went on like this for several months.

Until that day, he had thought this would be a little crush that wouldn't lead up to anything.

He came in late that day, the cafe was already closing.

It seems like your shift has ended, he hurried into the cafe to look but unfortunately found the cafe empty.

His heart dropped instantly, a pout forming on his face.

Just when he was ready to turn around and leave, he unexpectedly found you standing at the doorway, your face full of exhaustion, a look of not well-rested.

A look he knew too well.

He still felt inexplicably excited to see you though, like a puppy.

"Hi..." He walks up and offers to greet you, trying to hide the excitement and joy on his face.

"Ah...you're the customer who always comes and orders the same thing every day, I was wondering where you went today......"

You actually recognized him, to his surprise.

"You actually remember me..."

"Of course I remember you, you come in at the same time every day, order the same coffee, and look at me with those puppy eyes every time I talk, so yes, I remember you."

Hearing you say that, his face burned up.

"I... I just...think, you're pretty."

His face reddened even more, stumbling over his words.

"Finally, you decided to talk to me huh? Do you know how long I've been waiting?"

The corners of your mouth rose slightly, revealing a faint smile.

He looked dumbfounded, forgetting to react, still processing your words.

"Uh...I'm sorry......" when he finally spoke up, it was an apology, "I just, don't know how to..."

"Why don't we start with introducing ourselves? You know my name but I don't know yours yet."

You cut him off, trying very hard not to laugh.

So you realized he was looking at your name tag a long time ago.

You were also paying attention to him.

Chan fondled with his own fingers, looking down at his feet.

"My name is...my name is Chan."

Minho

When he first met you, you were just an intern make-up artist at JYP, standing there, very well behaved behind your trainer.

But even then, he had already noticed you and thought you were cute.

At that time, he thought it was just that he thought you were cute.

But later, when he thought back to this period, even though he didn't want to admit it, he had to say that he fell in love with you at first sight.

You were not assigned to him for training though, you were assigned to Kim Seungmin.

He wouldn't admit it, but that is 100% the reason why he wasn't being very nice to Seungmin.

Poor Seungmin didn't understand at all why Minho kept staring at him like he wanted to murder him.

When you became a regular, he personally communicated with your trainer and named you to be his personal makeup artist.

You were a little flattered but gladly accepted, after all, although no one knew it, you had always had a crush on Minho.

Every time you did his makeup he would look at you with loving eyes.

Although it wasn't strange to look at the makeup artist while they're doing your makeup, you still couldn't help but notice how the look he gave you was nowhere near normal.

But you kept telling yourself that you were just overthinking. After all, he is Lee Know, the main dancer of Stray Kids, and you are just a makeup artist.

You would use to affectionately call him by his real name "Minho", but ever since you noticed the strange look in his eyes you began to distance yourself from him, calling him "Lee Know-sshi".

This sort of irritated and pissed him off.

He liked it best when you called him by his real name.

It was something special.

But thanks to this distancing, he began to realize that his feelings for you were not just "I think they're cute" or "I want to protect".

One night, after work, Minho pulls you to a place where no one is around, with a serious face.

You thought he was not satisfied with your makeup skills and wanted to replace you, you were so nervous that you were crying.

But the second he opened his mouth and you heard what he said, everything changed.

"I don't like to beat around the bush, so I'll just say it. I like you, Y/N, be mine."

Changbin

He originally did not believe in love at first sight, he thought that feelings should be cultivated over time.

But after meeting you, everything changed.

The first time he met you was also the first time he met Chan, you were a good friend of Chan's.

The moment you saw him, you smiled and said hello.

Something totally normal.

But when he saw your smile, his heart beat faster and was filled with excitement, like a teenager in love for the first time.

He didn't really know what it was at the time, he just thought it was because this was his first time at JYP so he was a little nervous.

But the people he met later didn't make him feel this way.

When he found out that you weren't a trainee, but just a friend of Chan, he was a little bit disappointed, but also a little bit delighted.

He was disappointed because it meant that he might not see you too often.

He was happy because you weren't Chan's lover, but just a friend.

It was only after realizing this that he started to notice his strange feelings towards you.

Why did he feel relieved that you don't have a partner? It clearly shouldn't have anything to do with him...

When you came to JYP for the second time, he took the initiative to ask for your phone number.

He even added a little heart after your contact name.

Why was he acting like this?

"Uh...hyung, I'm just asking for no particular reason but, uh .....when is Y/N ......coming over?"

"Eh? Y/N? Oh~Y/N...... what's up? What do you want them for?"

"N...nothing, just asking."

But in reality, his face and ears were totally red through and through, so red that Jisung who came in later thought he had a fever.

It didn't take long for Chan, who was with him a lot, to realize his feelings towards you and start setting you two up.

"Y/N I have a headache get me my painkillers......"

"Don't you have painkillers in JYP? Why should I-"

"If you don't come over, my headache won't stop!"

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"If you don't come, a certain pabo next to me won't ever shut up."

"Ya! Who's a pabo?!" Changbin blushed and jumped up.

"Whoever answers is the pabo~"

It was a long time later, long after you two had started dating, that Chan told him.

That the day he asked for your phone number, you were so excited that you sent hundreds of messages to Chan telling him how happy you were.

Because the moment you met Changbin, you fell in love as well.

Hyunjin

Your first encounter was when you were in high school.

Your parents moved to Seoul due to work.

So you had to come to Korea as a transfer student and happened to be assigned to Hyunjin's class.

Your Korean was not very good and you stumbled a bit when introducing yourself.

The first time he saw you, he thought you were so cute and wanted to protect you.

So, when the teacher asked if any of the students wanted to help you get acquainted with the campus, the introvert took the lead and raised his hand.

Not only did he shock the teacher a bit, but he himself was shocked.

He didn't usually do this, he never talked to strangers.

But something was different.

He became your first and best friend in this foreign country.

He would not only help you get familiar with the Korean environment, but also help you with homework, take you shopping, eating, and even invited you over to his house a couple of times to play with Kkami.

The days that you thought would be tough were lived very comfortably, if not wonderfully, with Hyunjin's company.

Your relationship has been heating up ever since you first met, it reached the point where the only step left was for someone to confess.

But suddenly, one day, he told you that he was going to be a trainee at JYP.

He was a little upset to see that you didn't react much.

"Did you understand me when I said I'm going to be a trainee?"

"Yes, I understand...it means learning to sing and dance, and then being an idol like Big Bang or Super Junior, right?"

"But do you know what that actually means?"

"Uh...it means you're going to be an idol?"

"No, Y/N, it means I won't go to school as often, it means...we might not...we might not be able to see each other as often."

He had expected you to make a big fuss, maybe even cry.

But you just quietly listened to what he had to say.

"Jinnie, you can't be the only thing in my life, as much as I want it to be, I have to learn to be independent on my own too. This is your dream, of course I'd support you. The loss is definitely there, I will definitely be missing you, a lot, but it's not like we'll never see each other again....Jinnie, why are you crying?"

He never thought he would be the one to cry first.

But he just couldn't hold it back anymore, you were just so nice...... he liked you so much, he's liked you from the first day you met.

He wiped his tears, sniffled, and held out his pinky.

"Y/N, let's make a promise, okay?"

"What promise?" You hold out your own pinky too.

"If I make my debut..."

"You haven't even gone to be a trainee yet, how come you're already thinking about debut? Don't worry, Jinnie, I'll always be waiting for you."

"Waiting for me?"

You moved over and kissed the tip of his nose.

"When you can proudly introduce me as "your lover", no matter how long it takes."

[change-the-world-someday]

I'll Be Here

Oh boy I'm back baby. Here's a Derek Shepherd x Teen!reader bc I just started Grey's Anatomy. I'm well aware I've had stuff in my inbox for over a year, and frankly I'll get round to them soon. I hope this tides you over.

Derek Shepherd x Teen!Reader

Summary: Who'd have thought the child of Derek Shepherd would suffer with something even he can't cure?

A/N: I've been twitching a lot lately so this was a comfort write. Derek and Meredith don't have a relationship, and there's a bit of canon divergence.

⚠️TW⚠️ Talk and descriptions of twitching/tics

—•—

You knew the moment you woke up you were going to have a bad day.

Your alarm went off at the bright and early nine and as you made a move to turn it off, your arm twitched, almost pushing it off your nightstand. You let out a sigh, leaning down and managing to shut it off and sit up.

Until you neck starts to snap left and right, tensing and relaxing each muscle.

“Fuck’s sake,” you mutter under your breath, standing and stretching, well, as much as you can before your twitches start up again. You makes your way downstairs, finding an empty kitchen and a note on the counter. You manage to pick it up and read it.

Sorry, I got called in today. Let me know when you’re up

— Dad

You shake your head, whistling and shaking your hands. Great, so you're alone on a day where your twitches are worse than normal. You sigh and head back upstairs, almost losing balance on the stairs, and takes a quick shower before trying to style your hair. With difficulty, you get changed before reaching over and grabbing your phone. You grip it tightly, until it’s flung across the room.

“Shit,” you mumble, reaching down and picking it up. You open your messages, trying to text your dad.

Y/N

Hi, up. Bad today

It’s short, and to the untrained eye, might seem pretty rude, but to you and your dad, is a warning. Heading back to the kitchen, you try to eat a bowl of cereal. Instead, you managed to spill the cereal twice, drop milk on the floor, and then poke yourself in the side of the face a few times with your spoon instead of eating.

Your phone buzzes.

Dad

Do you need me at

home?

Y/N

No. Just bad

Dad

Do you want to come

to the hospital? You

can stay in one of the

offices if you want

You think about it for a moment, though you don’t get too long before your phone starts ringing. You pick up.

“Hi—” you whistle “—hi Dad.”

You hear him sigh. “Hey kid. Do you want to come in today? I can make sure no one stops you and you can come straight to the office.”

You click, your neck jerking forward. “You sure? I’ve—“ you whistle “—never been there before. I don’t want—“ you click “—to become a case study.”

Your dad laughs lightly down the phone. “I won’t let them. Just make your way over, and keep your earphones in. Music helps.”

You nod, before your neck twitches to the side and cracks, making your dad wince audibly. “Okay. I’ll let you know—“ you whistle and sigh, clearly getting frustrated with yourself.

“I get it. Don’t work yourself up; it’ll only make it worse. See you soon. Love you.”

A ghost of a smile passes across your face. “Love you too, Dad.”

—•—

Derek hangs up and leaves the store cupboard, almost bumping into Dr Bailey as she marches past.

“Watch where you’re going, McDreamy,” she scolds and Derek smiles, though it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. Bailey narrows her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Y'N's coming here. They're having a bad day,” he replies and Bailey nods, immediately catching on. “No one else knows.”

Surprisingly enough, you haven’t met anyone from Derek’s work, except for Bailey and even then, that was an accident. You'd bumped into her on a bad day and Derek had to explain what was wrong. Ever since, Bailey’s had a soft spot for you.

“Not even the chief?” She asks and Derek shakes his head. “Did you warn them?” He nods. “Well, there’s not much else you can do.”

“They're texting me when they’re a few minutes away. If I get caught in surgery, can you meet them at the doors please?”

The two stop in the corridor, Bailey pulling him over. “I have my own schedule too, Shepherd.”

Derek nods. “I know, but you’re the only other person here they know, and you know how they can get in places they don’t know…”

Bailey looks around. “If you’re caught up, you owe me one.”

Derek smiles and nods, a look of relief on his face. “Thank you.”

—•—

You're walking down the street to the hospital, constantly readjusting your earphones so they don’t fall out. Your neck keeps snapping to the side and jerking forward, earning a few odd looks from strangers. You sigh, a few minutes away from the hospital, and pull out your phone. Before you can do anything, though, you promptly throw your phone on the pavement.

Thank god your dad bought you one of those industrial phone cases. You pick it up, dodging people as you go to call your dad. He picks up after two rings.

“Hi, I’m—“ you click “—a minute away.”

“Okay. I don’t think I’m going to be able to meet you at the doors. Just walk through, take the stairs to the fifth floor, and come down the hall. I’ll be in the break room, second door on the left.”

Your eyes widen; you're going to be by yourself? Walking through a hospital? Where no one knows you?

“O-Okay,” you stammer out and your dad sighs.

“I’m sorry kid. Everything’s going to be okay. I’ll see you in a bit.”

He hangs up and you take a breath, nodding to yourself. You pocket your phone and turn your music up as loud as it can be. Your dad was right, it does ease your twitching, though not as much as you'd like.

Fall Out Boy blasts through your earphones as you walk through the doors of Seattle Grace. You refuse to make eye contact with anyone, your neck twitch making it a lot easier to achieve. You click as you make your way to the stairwell, making your way up.

You don’t hear the calls of concerns from the interns following you, trying to catch up to you.

By the time you reach the fifth floor, the two interns have gone to find Dr Bailey to try and assist them, and Dr Shepherd who can help with the disorder being presented. They haven’t had someone who needs medical attention blatantly ignore them and go to a certain department before.

You lose your balance a little as you walk through the doors to the fifth floor, your neck jerking left and right repeatedly, muscles tensing and relaxing. Your hands are shaking and you walk like a new fawn.

You reach the door and push it open, whistling and clicking as you do so. At least you can see your dad today.

—•—

Derek knows immediately what kind of day is happening when you steps into the room. You're a jerking mess, neck and shoulders tensing and relaxing as though given electric shocks. You're whistling, clicking, and your eyes have recently started screwing shut, temporarily blinding you.

And that’s with your headphones in.

“Hey Y/N,” he greets, gently taking one earbud out of your ear and leading you to the seats. At least if you're sat, you have less of a chance of hurting yourself.

“Hi Dad,” you reply until a whistle comes back out. “S-Sorry.”

“Hey,” Derek places a firm but kind hand on your shoulder, “don’t apologise. None of this is your fault.” There’s a silence between you two, only broken by the sound coming from the removed earphone. “Fall Out Boy? Nice choice.”

Your neck snaps but you give a small smile. “Thanks.”

“Do you want something to eat? Did you manage to get some breakfast?” You sigh, your hands twitching and trembling, which tells Derek everything he needs to know. “Is it a bomb-site there?”

You shake your head. “I managed—“ you whistle “—to clean up. Took ages.” Your neck jerks forward. Derek sighs, putting an arm around you and pulling you into his side. You've always been wary; you never want to hurt your dad accidentally but Derek doesn’t care. You're his kid, and nothing will change that.

“You’re okay. Do you want some lunch? We can go to the cafeteria—they’ve got some pizza in there that’s actually pretty good.”

You nod, knowing anything you try to say will be interrupted by one of your twitches. You walk alongside Derek, trying your hardest to suppress your twitching as you make your way through the hospital and into to lift, where a few others are going to different floors. Derek notices, and leans into your ear. “You don’t have to hide it here, kid. Promise.”

There’s an audible sigh of relief from you as you let out a scatter of twitches, your neck jerking forward as you whistle and click. Your hands shake and flap and you let it all go. A few of the doctors and nurses turn around to look at you, but one harsh glare from Dr Shepherd makes them all go back to minding their own business.

You exit the lift and walk through the corridors to the cafeteria. You join the queue and you feel Derek keep an arm around you, trying to help you ease your twitches. You're grateful, though you both know there isn’t much either of you can do to stop them. You sigh, putting your earphones back in and blasting some music, this time Hozier.

Derek watches you struggle, sympathy panging through his heart. He hates that you've been cursed with this, and the worst part is they can’t find anything that’s causing it. It’s not like there’s a tumour or growth on your brain Dr Shepherd can operate on, you're just stuck with it.

“Dr Shepherd, good afternoon. Who’s this?” Lindsey, the server behind the food counter, greets. Derek smiles.

“Afternoon Lindsey. This is my kid, Y/N. They're joining me at the hospital today,” he explains, gently tapping you on the shoulder and causing you to take an earphone out. “Y/N, this is Lindsey.”

“Hi,” you greet, before your neck jerks forward yet again, cracking. The two adults give a wince and Lindsey gives you a small smile.

“What would you like, hun?” She asks. You look over, or does so as best you can. You can barely stay still long enough to read the menu. “We have a standard pizza or pepperoni pizza today. We also have some ham, chicken, or cheese sandwiches and salads. Or a few pastries we can heat up if you’d prefer.”

You give her a grateful smile. “Can I—“ you whistle “—have pepperoni please? And a—“ you click “—bottle of water?”

“Sure thing, and you Dr Shepherd?”

You put your earphones back in, trying your hardest to stop twitching. The problem is, the more you try to stop it, the worse it gets. It takes a few minutes for you to get your food, and when you do, Derek carries both trays to a table and sets them down. He takes a seat opposite you, giving a small smile.

“Thanks Dad,” you thank, pulling one earphone out so you can hear the conversation. You pick up the plastic fork and spear a few chips, but before you can eat them, your hand twitches and you throw it on the floor. You sigh but before either you or your dad can make a move to pick it up, someone else does it for you.

“You better be more careful. I don’t want fries on my shoes.” You recognise that voice anywhere, and smile as you look up at Dr Bailey. You let out a small laugh.

“Hi Dr Bailey,” you greet, whistling as your head snaps to the side and back. She smiles at you.

“Heard you were coming and through I’d say hello.”

—•—

“Guys, shut up,” Cristina hisses. “Do you see?”

“See what?” George asks as they quieten down. She nods her head and the table of interns turn around to catch sight of what’s going on. Dr Bailey is talking Dr Shepherd… and you sat with them. You're not dressed in any kind of hospital gown, nor are you wearing scrubs, so who are you? And how are you making Dr Bailey smile?

Meredith watches, catching sigh of your hair, and her eyes widen. She reaches over, slapping George on the arm.

“What?” He asks.

“It’s them,” she replies, “the person from earlier. Y’know, the one who didn’t check in at reception and took the stairs. The one who ignored us!”

George’s eyes widen too, and the two get up and start to walk over, ignoring the protests of Cristina and Izzie as they reach the table. You're struggling to get a sentence out, whistling and clicking as you try to tell Dr Shepherd about something.

“Dr Shepherd!” Meredith calls out, making the conversation halt between you. “Are you with a patient?”

She misses how you cringe. Dr Shepherd frowns, which only deepens more at the crack in your neck as it jerks forward. “Dr Grey, Dr O’Malley, how can I help?”

“W-We saw, erm, this kid walk straight through and up to neurology without checking in. Do you want us to check them in and get a better examination? We were going to come to you for a consult when we saw them anyway, but since you already seem to know them…” George trails off and Dr Shepherd looks between you, the interns, and Dr Bailey.

An awkward silence falls between you, only disturbed by the occasional whistle or click from you. “I can get a wheelchair if it’s easier.”

“No need,” Dr Shepherd cuts in. “They aren’t a patient, their name’s Y/N. They're my kid and they're accompanying me to work today.” The two interns look at each other, mortified. “Now, if you excuse us, we were just having lunch.”

Your hand flexes again, making you throw your fork on the floor (the second one in the space of fifteen minutes) and sigh. You go to pick it up, only for George to beat you to it. “Here.”

“Than—“ you click as your head jerks forward “Thank you.”

“Don’t you two have places to be?” Bailey asks, less than impressed with her two interns in front of her. They both nod and scurry off, back to their table to tell Cristina and Izzie about Dr McDreamy’s kid.

—•—

“I don’t know how they cope with it,” George muses as the group of four interns sit on some beds in the back corridor, waiting to be paged for something.

“Yeah, twitching all the time. God, I’d kill myself if I had them,” Izzie continues. “Would ruin my chances at both medicine and modelling. And a lot of other things, probably.”

“Do you think they wanted to go into medicine? Y’know, before they started twitching? Or have they always had it?” Cristina asks. “Or do they have a tumour?”

“For your information,” a voice cuts in, making all four jump and turn to the source, meeting the likes of Dr Shepherd, “Y/N wants to be a lawyer.” He walks down the corridor to them, everyone’s cheeks turning red a the prospect of being caught gossiping. “The tics developed about eighteen months ago, just before we moved to Seattle. It’s not a tumour, or any kind of swelling; in fact, we have no clue what set it off.”

“Have you done an MRI? CT?” Meredith suggests and Derek nods.

“We ran everything. It all came back clean.” He looks at Cristina. “They did want to be a doctor. When we realised we couldn’t cure them, they were upset for weeks. They—“

“Talking about me?” A voice calls down the corridor and Derek’s face splits into a smile, something that doesn’t go amiss by the others. You whistle, making it to the group and taking a seat next to your dad. You lean on him… until your neck twitches and you almost fall back. Derek’s hand shoots out, supporting you.

“We were just—“ Izzie tries to say before you cut her off, clicking in the process.

“Let me guess.” You whistle. “The doctor que—“ you click “—question and how I live with—“ your neck jerks to the side “—it.”

Your dad gives you a smile. “Ten out of ten for you,” he smiles. You nod.

“Well, I used to want to—“ you click “—be a doctor, until we found out this is incurable.” You whistle. “Pretty soul-crushing.” Your neck jerks back, and if it wasn’t for your dad’s hand, you would’ve hit the wall. “And we’ve learned to adapt to it. There are—“ you click “—days where I’m fine, with only a few, and days—“ you whistle and everyone can feel the frustration radiating off you. Still, no one chooses to finish your sentence, letting you get it out yourself “—like this.”

—•—

For a while, the six make general conversation, until, slowly but surely, you start to drift off. It isn’t until there’s an odd silence that Derek notices, and he has a smile on his face as he looks down at you, asleep on his shoulder.

“They look so… peaceful,” Izzie comments quietly, the others agreeing.

“Yeah. We’ve had a few rough days this week. God knows they need the rest,” Derek mutters. He shifts to look between the four. “Any of you wake them, I’ll make sure you’re banned from the OR for a month.”

Everyone’s eyes widen as they nod in unison; they’re all begging for a chance at more surgery. Carefully, Derek manoeuvres you so your head’s lying in his lap, body stretched out on the hospital bed. He carefully cards his fingers through your hair, detangling it as gently as he can.

The interns’ pagers go off, assigning them jobs and the four rush off, leaving Derek and you to rest. He smiles, getting himself comfortable sitting on the end of the bed, back against the wall.

“Get some rest, buddy. I’ll always be here for you.”

—•—

Hope y'all enjoyed. I know it's pretty different from what I usually write, but this is for my own comfort so...

Sorry not sorry

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