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pumpkinfreak · 3 months

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Watching Hannibal for the first time S2E7-E8

Episode 7

Will is free everybody, but given his mental state, maybe he should stay in prison. The boy is unwell, justifiably so. Miriam Lass, now equipped with a cool robot arm, also not doing well. However is still training with the FBI, after two years of psychological torment from Hannibal. We love a motivated queen.

Jack really shows up in this episode, before Will even leaves the asylum property. and is all like, "We're still friends right... Pookie bear come home the kids miss you." and Will still goes to the cabin where they found Miriam. Granted it is not for Jack, it's so he can catch Hannibal, and after sniffing around the Love Shack, Will diagnoses Hannibal as just being a whimsical little guy. He's just a theatrical little scamp. Where you see a living person Hannibal sees an art exhibit.

(Headcanon: Hannibal is a fan of Marina Abramovic.)

Anyway, Jack is now leaning toward Hannibal, maybe being the Ripper, especially after talking with Will. The Sassy Science boys even find a fingerprint that matches Hannibal's on a flower petal. Hey, you know who else fits the profile of the Ripper.

Now, they are correct, that being said. You find a fingerprint of the man, YOUR BEST GUY, has been pointing to for weeks, and just go "Know what? This other guy is also pretty whimsical." I won't completely fault them for this because Chiton on paper looks suspicious, especially considering his own unethical practice of implanting memories in people. Ignoring that...Chilton goes home and finds Gideon's body in his guest room.

Hannibal was clearly keeping Gideon alive, and sclicing pieces of him off like a leftover Christmas ham. I just feel the need to clarify that.

Chilton books it, but, Hannibal is already in the house. In his plastic murder suit. On top of this, there are two FBI agents outside, waiting for Chilton. Hannibal proceeds to knock out Chilton and super-murder the two agents. He then dips, leaving Chilton to hang with three dead bodies. Just like a goofy whimsical guy would.

Chilton is taken in for questioning, and Miriam freaks out, Is convinced this is the Ripper right in front of her and shoots him in the face.

...Oh also, Will tries to kill Hannibal, decides not to do that, but does want to continue seeing Hannibal for his therapy.

Because these two girls like to play 4D chess. Personally, I started eating the game pieces long ago and probably would have shot the bastard. But who am I to question art.

Side note. There's a moment between Alana and Will, and she's all mad that he tried to murder Hannibal from prison. Will's response is "Girl... ya boyfriend Eats people...please do not talk to me or my dogs ever again." He didn't say it out loud but I saw it in his eyes.

Ep 8

The fact that this GIF is not edited...and this was a real line from the show.

Now, I'm not a doctor or a veterinarian, but I don't think people go in horses. I am also fairly certain, that to put a person inside a horse would require breaking some bones. Then again, I eat chess pieces, so what do I know. We're gonna circle back to the horse incident first let's talk about Jack and Will

The episode opens with Jack and Will Ice fishing. Clearly, these too are talking about catching Hannibal. When I'm not busy shoving game pieces down my throat, I can catch on to obvious fishing metaphors. Isn't Jack's wife dying of cancer...could this conversation not happen over a phone call. Priorities Jack. Anyway, they take the fish to Hannibal, and he cooks them dinner. The way this man plates these fish is appalling an octopus is involved. Octopus and trout, how did it take these people so long to realize he's a lunatic.

They sit down to that horror show and have a little chit-chat about how their all friends, and Hannibal and Will are going to put the whole attempted murder behind them.

We also meet Margot Verger, of the Verger slaughterhouse, which is worth millions. She is justifiably traumatized because her brother Mason has been abusing her their whole lives. Abusing her in ways I won't describe here, but I trust you understand. Also, she is gay, and a woman, So her stupid dead sexist bigot father left everything to her brother because only straight people with penises can slaughter hogs.

Hannibal is her therapist, and she wants to murder her brother. Hannibal is very enthusiastic about that idea.

Also, her brother Mason, steals people's tears? and stirs them into his martinies? It is very silly and was certainly a choice the showrunners made.

Circling back to the horse thing. We meet Peter. A victim of a traumatic brain injury, who loves animals. Even though getting kicked by a horse was the reason for his injury. If anything bad happens to Peter I will rip this website asunder. DO NOT TOUCH HIM. So he did put a dead woman in a horse, to try and revive her. That is true. His social worker was murdering women and trying to blame Peter for it, but after Peter tells the police this. The social worker kills the horse that hurt Peter, just to be vindictive, before trying to murder Peter.

I WAS DEEPLY UPSET ABOUT THE HORSE DYING.

Anyway, Will and Hannibal show up, and as mentioned before, Peter has put his social worker in the horse. Will takes him aside to console him, and Peter confesses. He did not kill the guy before putting him in the horse...

This man... put another man. A LIVING GROWN ADULT MAN. Inside a horse. sewing him up inside. That man then bursts out of the horse, still alive, and where was Hannibal when all of this was happening.

Petting a sheep. In the barn. Just watching this man re-enact Alien. Even Hannibal seems to have a second of "Wow, this is happening" before telling the guy he would be better off in the horse. Will then storms back in and tries to kill the social worker but Hannibal stops him at the last second. Clearly impressed by Will's eagerness to kill.

...Seriously how big is a horse's womb...

On to the next episode

#hannibal #first time watch #will graham #hannibal lecter #mads mikkelsen #hugh dancy #silence of the lambs

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l0velylecter · 1 year

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Bestie please I will beg for soap content of any variety I am starving out here

cod : mw ii men mbti breakdown, (vol.i)

scenario & imagine : how would the cod : mw ii men interact with a partner that supposedly is most compatible with them ? background : In personality typology, the Myers–Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) is an introspective self-report questionnaire indicating differing psychological preferences in how people perceive the world and make decisions. mbti : esfp ( soap ) x reader ( istj ) rating : m for mature and suggestive themes pairing : john ‘soap’ mctavish / f!reader tags : kissing, making out, fluff, angst, smut goes as far as vague descriptions fandom : cod mwii warnings : cursing, suggestive themes, mdni (minors don’t interact)

Originally posted by judethejudas

01|

Imagine meeting Soap in the alps with the evergreens densely stretching down the ridge, the little cabin you were hiding in — nailed to the foot of the mountain. You aimed the gun at him with shaky hands, snow slowly falling all around, catching itself between your eyelashes. Time began to slow as he carefully approached you, one hand extended while the other dropped his weapon onto the ground. From the very beginning, Soap has always been open. He presents himself honestly, painfully optimistic — it scares you. He scares you. So you kept your aim steady, resisting, suspecting. Yet, your foot was bleeding, torn open by the thorn bush when you escaped from Makarov's men to dash into the forest.

‘Easy now. We won’t hurt you.’

Soap had sat next to you the entire helicopter ride back, trying to lighten the mood even after rescuing you from a violent hostage situation. He talked and talked and talked :

' Are you okay ?'

' What's your name ?'

'What do you want me to call you?'

' How are you holding up?'

' It’s fair jeelit ootside, aye ?'

Yet, you were glad he did not leave even after receiving nothing but silence in return. Because when Soap saw your hand: unmoving and limp against the clean cloth, he had asked permission to dab the blood away from your arms and cheek (— blood that belonged to the men he killed to rescue you.) It was difficult to believe, for each movement was gentle, reassuring, and nothing like what your captors had put you through. When Soap finally stood up to switch seats with another soldier, you had involuntarily reached out with your right hand — staring at him while pathetically gripping the strap of his vest.

It was the first time he grinned so widely.

02|

Reserved, practical, and quiet: you were the perfect engineer to spearhead Makarov’s nuclear science. It never mattered to you that the team remains unconvinced by your change of consciousness; it would be stupid for them not to. Trying your best to conceal how unwelcomed and abandoned you felt, the only one who seemed to notice was Soap.

Shattered at the horrifying fact that Makarov had weaponised your research, you blamed yourself for being so oblivious. You never understood how Soap was so willing to help you pick up the pieces.

Cautious yet eager to get to know you: he followed you around, even going as far as to defend you when someone suggested throwing you back into the hands of terrorists. You tried everything to push him away: frowning, avoiding, and even telling Price to keep him away because he distracts your work, and if he keeps showing up unannounced, you will never make enough progress to catch Makarov.

Yet, within the narrow walls of the base, you always run into him — ( and only an idiot will fail to notice that each unwanted meeting was planned by the soldier.)

It was blinding how spontaneous, energetic, and bold he carried himself. Even if it was like looking directly at the sun, you find yourself missing his presence, his laughter.

So when he placed a hand against your shoulder to greet you after a month-long recon mission, unable to pull away, you let yourself soak in the warmth of his touch; hoping Soap doesn't notice just how much you missed him.

03|

On the nights when your thoughts run astray and your plans crumble under the tragically unforeseeable pattern of life, you find yourself outside his door. A fist hovering above the wooden surface. The moment you turn to leave the door swings open.

‘ I can’t sleep.’

‘ Me neither.’

The first night, he insisted that you take the bed.

‘ the chair will do lass, trust me.’

But when his back started hurting, you shot him an ‘ i told you so’, pulling the blanket upwards and scooting to the left. With your backs against each other, the rise and fall of his chest became a rhythm to sleep to. None of you spoke about how some mornings, you’ll wake up with his arm around your waist, chin tucked nicely above your head.

You started letting yourself in his room, patiently waiting in the dark if he had yet to return from the field. He did the same when you were locked up in Price's office, drowning in papers and guiltily wishing you were in his bed.

He never does anything suggestive, never crosses the line inappropriately, and makes you uncomfortable. But you can sense something was off: from how he tenses up, freezes, and goes completely still when your knees brush against his inner thigh. It wasn't hard to notice his breath hitching when your fingers had experimentally stretched across his midriff, nails scraping the skin: hot and taut.

You propped yourself up with an elbow, staring down into his eyes. The wind outside howled, rattling the windows during an otherwise silent night. He squirmed; you noticed how Soap gets uncomfortable when it’s too quiet. And this close, with his nose inches from yours he let out a small laugh.

‘ Not to ruin the mood, but you have to talk to me here. If all you want is just someone to warm the bed, then I’m startin’ to feel a little used here, hen.’

Your brows furrowed, and for the first time in a long time, you felt stupid.

‘ I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.’

He reached out to place a hand under your chin, his thumb gently caressing your cheek before guiding your hand flat against his bare chest, ‘Knowing how clever you are lass, I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now.’

You never had to read his expressions; lips parted and cheeks flushed, you dove down to kiss Soap, squealing in surprise when he returned it enthusiastically — “ Bloody hell, you don’t know how much I’ve fucking wanted this. Wanted you.”

Pulling away, you huffed, feigning annoyance even with your hands on both sides of his face.

04|

Soap is generous with his kisses, even more so with sex. Always eager to touch and feel you, he never shies away from putting your needs first: always trying to please. Even with his bulge — hard and heavy between your legs, Soap won’t fold until he can feel you dripping over his fingers.

The man never waits for you to enter the room before crashing his lips into you. Impatient and jittery, he uses teeth and tongue to excitedly welcome you back — as if you did not start the day next to each other in bed. Once, he had you pressed up against the hallway, both knees over his shoulders.

In communicating, Soap has always been more honest and direct, while you tend to be insensitive and highly critical. Always wanting to make up for your callousness, he brushes it off, knowing that most of the time, you were just frustrated and did not know how to let off some steam. Which is why Soap was always so encouraging with his words.

' That's it bonny, use your words. Tell me what you want.'

' You're so good and needy for me, hen. Atta girl, that's it.'

' Fucking hell — you're something else, know that?'

You love how he squeezes your hips as you ride him. You love admiring his hickeys across your chest. You love waking up to his bear hugs and scrubbing his hair in the shower: playfully scolding him to focus and close his eyes or else the liquid gets in his eyes. You love him, and because of this, a small part of you aches. Because no matter how many times Soap said it, you still could not find the courage to say it back.

Yet every time he looks away as you cry because you're still embarrassed to do it in front of him or hugs you from behind to offer silent support, even if it physically pains him to let the air turn still, you pray he knows.

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Outside, the air was thick with frost, and the scent of pinewood and conifer bark was almost overwhelming. With the noise coming from the waterfall and river, Soap explained how this provided good cover. You wrapped the puffer tighter around yourself, fingers intertwined with his.

‘ Why did the snowman look into the bag of carrots ?’

‘Why?’

‘He was picking his nose.’

You bit the inside of your cheek.

‘ That’s a good one.’

‘ You think so ?’

A gust of wind swept through the snow to signal that the helicopters were here. You squeezed Soap’s hand.

‘ I love you. I want you to know that.'

In the distance, Ghost signaled that they only had a few minutes left before takeoff. His eyes softened while yours started to water. Soap tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, leaning forward to talk over the noise.

‘ I know. I love you too.'

a/n : hello anon <3 I hope this lives up to your expectation and won't be too niche or specific, but thank you for giving me the opportunity to write about Soap, i hope i wrote him well. i had so much fun writing this because this was literally also just an excuse for me to squish a fic i know i will never have time to write so i had to be smart and find a way. ( you can tell i love the opposites attract trope.) If you enjoyed this then tell me in the inbox who I should add next into this series ! Suggestions are always welcome <3

This is the song I had on repeat while writing this by the way :

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syndxlla · 10 months

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Saw your 'corruption' ZeLink fantasy and felt I should share what I would love to use it for if I had the writing skills. So... while reading, I thought of how some people are of the HC (myself included!) that every Game!Zelda is Hylia reborn just as she had been in SS but people In Universe think that's naught but fanciful stories, that Hylia Ascended into Divinity once more after her SS!life ended. Now, for my version of your Zelink 'corruption' fantasy I think that Link is very much aware and fully believes such 'stories', (maybe through Fi or his dreams or just a sort of sixth sense or because of his being The Hero or however else one can reason it out) so when Zelda's trying so hard to be 'pure as the Goddess' as the various factions of clergy tell her she should be he's like, 'fuck that.'

He's of the opinion that she doesn't need to be 'pure' as those of Mortal ken would describe it, but that she needs to be 'pure' to Herself as She is. A Goddess. To be worshipped, not to worship. Especially towards a replacement/false idol since they do not remember Her as She once was before Time made Mortals forget that She walks among them as Her own descendant when Demise's Curse rears its head once more.

So he teaches her in a sort of reverse psychology way. He bugs and bugs and bugs (maybe leaving some books on her desk that she'd never find in the Royal Library 'cause they were 'immoral', 'disgusting', or that whoever enjoyed such {whether reading about it or performing it} are 'abnormal' and/or 'heathens', maybe he does one thing or another that she should be punishing him for but isn't because she's 'practicing charity/turning the other cheek' as the clergy taught her the Goddess would want her to do, maybe teasing her and saying something along the lines of, "Oh, dear. Are you frustrated? Tsk, darn. If only my Goddess would command me to finish what I started. Too bad she doesn't seem to be listening.") until she finally finds it in herself to take charge as his Mistress, his Princess, his Goddess. He was her Servant, her Appointed Knight, her Hero. So it is time for him to repent his blasphemy by learning at her feet to stand unless she bids him bend the knee or face punishment. (Orgasm denial? Overstimulation? Edging? Humiliation? Training him to the point he can only orgasm with her 'help?) He should be answering to her and her alone; kneeling to no one but her. And that includes her father!

This might even be the type of AU that involves her then 'unlocking her power' (one could even have it be that she then uses her power in creative ways when she's playing with her hero; justifying it as 'for science!') but she then keeps quiet about it as validation that everyone around her telling her what to do was wrong and a bit of vindictiveness because 'she's found her worth in herself with her hero's help and love and support so why should she go looking for it with those who tried so hard to knock her down for so long? She'll do her duty when it's time but for now? Let them sweat it out, the bastards.'

What do you think? Do you like my addition to your Zelink 'corruption' fantasy or...?

FOAMING at the mouth rn.

I love female worship okay, the orgasm training is kind of what i was going for in my original post when i talked about them getting turned on when they would pray because they were trained to associate those prayers with the sexual touch of the other.

I also LOVEEEE inappropriate uses of magic (when i was in my star wars era, inappropriate use of the force was my FAVE). and i love the potential of Zelda unlocking her power and using it on Link unexpectedly (lowkey in cnc area, but not in a toxic way haha), or even better Link using his totk right arm to mess with zelda (i reblogged some art of this), even though i know i’m zelda canon the latter couldn’t happen.

REGARDLESS i am OBSESSED with corruption zelink rn and WILL be writing a short fanfic for it! But i wanna finish my current fic ‘best friends’ first!

Zelink smut go brrrrrr

#ask #fan fiction #tloz #zelink #zelda #botw #legend of zelda #the legend of zelda #link x zelda #zelda fandom #zelda tears of the kingdom

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artzychic27 · 6 months

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So since the shadybug and claw noire is out, are you going to do a post on how the science kids are like in that universe since it isn’t a what we all thought it was?

Marc:

Imagine Dad For One. That’s how he is with Kiran

“My precious baby brother can’t survive in such a cruel world. So, it’s best if I just keep him locked in his room.”

He’s just a little bit psycho and carries around a lot of knives

A well-known street fighter who’s known for making people a lot of money when he sends his opponents to the hospital

Marc has a habit of stabbing people. Specifically guys. It’s best to just let him keep stabbing you until he gets bored or until Nathaniel calls for him

Denise:

Relies on brute force for everything

Always called on to deliver the “Death Hug” punishment to insubordinates at DuPont. Basically, they just wrap their arms around some poor guy until their eyes bulge out of their sockets and they plead for mercy

Takes pleasure in hurting those they deem weaker

The only exception is Simon. Hurt him in any way, and they will hunt you down and Death Hug you when you least expect it

You’ll know they’re around when you hear bones cracking

Simon:

A tech genius who absolutely loathes Max. There’s just something up with him, but he doesn’t know what

Has been trying to track down the Resistance so he can get in The Supreme’s good graces

All so he can get rid of his parents

He still unfortunately lives with his parents, and he has a burn scar over his left eye due to their negligence when he was five

A bit of a recluse. He secludes himself in his surveillance room/basement

Cosette:

Her mother has ties to The Supreme due to her military status, so the family’s rich

Skilled in hand-to-hand combat, street fighting, and they know the nerve punch technique to knock people out

Oh, and it has brass knuckles

They get into street fights with Marc, and have a mutual respect for each other

Cold, calculated, and in an arranged marriage with Austin Boulet to boost both family’s social status. In reality, she’s making out with some stuck up chick’s half sister

Zoé:

Pompous stuck-up girl from New York who enjoys making everyone’s life hell. When she tried to insult Cosette, she got punched in the face

… Now she’s in love

Unlike Chloé, their insults are more psychological, and leave people mentally scarred

His dad, Morgan, can put the Bourgeois family to shame with his wealth. He practically owns all of New York

Owns a motorcycle

Lacey

You can tell she’s near when she clacking glass bottles attached to her fingers, chanting, “Resistance… Come out and play~”

Not part of the Supreme, not part of the Resistance. She just wants to see the world burn and get her family out with her

Tries to make connections to get ahead and get her family out of this damn city. If that means double-crossing a few people to get to someplace without any psycho Miraculous holders, so be it

Is not afraid to curbstomp some motherfucker

May or may not have a slight crush on Reshma

Jean:

Sold by his cruel-ass mom to the Tomassian family for their son when he was like ten. (Yeah, she sucks) And his dad, a Resistance veteran was powerless to stop her

Austin had just come out as gay, Jean’s egg donor was desperate for cash, and so begins a loveless relationship

He’s like one of those emotionless trophy wives on sitcoms and holds out his hand whenever he wants some money

“Babe.” *Holds out his hand*

They’re dying inside

Reshma:

A moody rich girl with nothing to do other than shave half her hair off and pay some girls in dire need of money to make out with her

Family has strong ties to The Supreme, and her parents are trying to get her to become a Miraculous holder

Sneaks out at night to shank unsuspecting people with Marc

May or may not have a slight crush on Lacey

Goes out for joyrides in the Lexus

Ismael

Hates The Supreme, hates The Resistance. He just hates shit

Imagine Max from Camp Camp

Hits some creeps with his skateboard when he goes out riding at night

A bit of a loner

Steals money, food, and decent clothes since his mom don’t do shit

Aurore:

Her brother took her and her sister away from their parents, and has been taking care of them for eight years now

Rafael is a member of another sector of the Resistance, one that’s trained in many different forms of combat

Aurore has been learning self defense since she was nine

An expert survivalist who knows how to sand off her own fingerprints

Should anyone tied to the Supreme try to locate Rafael and track down where he lives, Aurore has an escape route ready so she can take Catherine to safety

Mireille

Alec got custody of her and Theo thanks to his ties to the Supreme

She’s closed off more than usual and refuses to speak to anyone except for Theo

Has sort of a goth thing going on

Hates just about everyone she comes across… She and Ismael get along well, though

Sometimes during the night, they go out, break a few windows, and steal some cash

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #shadybug and claw noir #Aurore Beauréal #Mireille Caquet #Marc Anciel #Zoé Lee #Jean Duparc #mlb ocs #answered ask #mlb au #ask me stuff #science kids

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shytastemakerthing · 6 months

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Hi, hello! I saw you have your matchups open so if it's okay I would like to request a romantic matchup with Twisted Wonderland <3 You are so sweet and amazing for doing these!

I am a cute, poetic, caring, and sweet person who knows how to listen actively and hold a one-on-one conversation, often getting people to open up more than they expected, otherwise I'm pretty reserved. If I was transported to a magical school, I would do my best to learn the theory and practicalities of magic, even if I couldn't actually cast spells, and try to excel in other scientific fields (and Mozus Trein would definitely be my favourite professor). I have a great interest in the occult (my library is something I'm very proud of) and psychology, but I'm truly interested in all types of knowledge and books. When I go to the used book stores, I can spend hours there, as I go through war, occult, philosophy, science, comics, fantasy, poetry, and all other categories of books, except sports and cooking. I also love music: opera, metal, neofolk, electronic, and all of them together.

I love crafting and learning new things, but I'm most interested in historical and folk crafts, like nålbinding, embroidery, weaving in many forms, making jewelry from bones and other things found in nature, and more! I love making stuff and seeing that I have finished something, that I've made something.

I have a rough history with mental illness and trauma, making me prone to getting overwhelmed easily, and I have to calm and ground myself. I often feel out of touch with my body, like my spirit is a feet out of me. One thing that works is a tight hug and closeness. I'm also very submissive by nature and other ways, so I really need someone who is sure of themselves and also accepting. I don't need pity, I need a helping hand and someone I can rely on.

Other small things: I can play erhu, dance butoh, bellydance, and few different folk dances, I've practiced tai chi with fan, my newest obsession is fountain pens (there's TWST pens by Sailor, but they're so expensive!), I can't eat meat or onions, I always wear a red bow on my head, mostly because it keeps my curly hair out of my face but also because it's just part of me now just like my red lipstick, I only wear dresses (comfy, cute, always fits any occasion), I have blue eyes, and my favourite animal is fox.

Hope this is not too much, and take your time, I'll be here waiting and reading what else you come up with :3

Hello and thank you so much for your kind words! Now that things are finally slowing down between work and college work, I can finally get to all of these! I am so sorry that you had to wait for so long for your match up but I do hope that you like it!

Tw: None

I match you with.........

Jamil Viper

Right off the bat, it was hard to actually get into a relationship with him to begin with. With all of his duties that he has to Kalim, his duties as a vice housewarden, his school and club activities. Plus the belief that he doesn't deserve the happiness that would come from having a relationship, not wanting to burden his partner with the burden that he shares as serving the Al-Asim family (please, this boy needs so much love, it's not even funny)

Then you come along and pretty much destroy all of that. It really threw him in for a loop.

Honestly, just the feeling of someone caring for him after such a long day of making sure that the rich idiot doesn't die or make any stupid decisions, just makes him melt. Having your arms around him after such a long day as he is able to just unload everything from the day, knowing that you are listening with full attention brings more comfort than you may ever know.

He keeps a few red bows lined in his pockets and in his room just in case there was a very rare event that you had forgotten to put it on that day. It had grown on him, and it was a part of you, much like the small beads in his hair were a part of him.

Speaking of hair, he honestly loves to be able to do yours. it is so different from his own. Jamil is a very fast learner. By the end of the day, he knows more about curly hairstyles and how to work with them and he has a wonderful woman to be able to try said styles on.

There was a time where he took you on a small trip to the Scalding Sands, and seeing you dressed in the traditional clothing from his home country had this man feeling all sorts of things as he couldn't help how his cheeks warmed upon seeing you.... yes, Najma teased him relentlessly for it. And yes.... he bought you several of those dresses to take back to campus with you.

Jamil is 100% someone you can rely on (and there is no hidden meaning to what he is doing, not with you). When things are far too overwhelming for you, he is there to simply hold onto you, giving you the reassurance that you need. He will help you and guide you through what it is that is troubling you in no time. This man has plenty of experience.

Overall, you brought a light and happiness into his life that he did not know that he needed. Now that he has it, he doesn't want to let go, he grows a bit greedy for your affection. After all, it is something that is just for him and he finally doesn't have to share. He thanks you everyday for coming into his life and just putting up with him.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #matchups #twst imagines #disney twisted wonderland #romantic #twst jamil #jamil viper x reader #twisted wonderland jamil #jamil x reader #jamil viper #shy answers #shy writes

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arctic-shard · 1 year

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Decided to just do the OC ask thing for Dr West anyway, because I threw my back out and need to entertain myself somehow. :p

1. What memory would your OC rather just forget? - West is pretty emphatic about not wanting to erase any of her memories. 035 offered to erase a traumatic memory once and she refused it.

2. What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them? - She's 5'2", over forty and looks her age, and has the resting bitch face and wardrobe of a librarian who hates everyone personally and not in a sexy way. She's also a bi disaster who fucks a lot.

3. What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw? - West is absolutely certain that she has to do everything on her own, that no one will help her if she asks, to the point of disbelieving when people say that they want to help. I think on some level she knows that this is self-destructive, but she's too combative to stop herself.

4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn? - I don't know what she used to do, but she's trained herself to fight.

5. How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want? - She has literally died to get what she wants. She stormed Alagadda armed with nothing but determination. She fist-fought the Yellow Lord ( and lost badly. ) West will do whatever it takes, whatever the odds, even though her plans are usually pretty bad.

6. How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass? - West is an ex-Foundation researcher. What moral compass? Is it For Science? Does it Secure, Contain, or Protect? If yes, then it's probably fine.

7. What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them? - She's actually got a backstory. I didn't bother when I first came up with her, since I intended to only write one fic with her and her background wasn't real important to it.

8. Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder? - She's an SCPverse character. She has committed various murders and it has been treated as generally Fine.

9. Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC? - From the beginning, it's always been Heart's Alone: "'Til now, I always got by on my own / I never really cared until I met you / And now it chills me to the bone."

10. What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC? - West is too much a product of the SCPverse to really work in an AU.

11. What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it? - She has a death-touch. However, her go-to in a fight is shin-kicking.

12. Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways? - She assumes that everyone considers her a bitch so she preemtively pushes people away. Also she keeps throwing herself into fights above her weight-class despite having zero skill at combat.

13. If you met your OC, would the two of you get along? - Maybe. We'd either hate each other or bond over psych issues.

14. How does your OC want to be seen by other characters? - Competant. Professional. Gets results. For 049 and 035 specifically, she also wants to be seen as loveable and wanted.

15. Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who? - Nope. I draw, I don't cast.

16. What is your OC's pain tolerance like? - About average for a forty-plus woman.

17. What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise? - Readers are probably going to say Odious trying to assault her, but I think Geirr's stalking was the worst thing. It went on for longer and it left deeper psychological wounds because West never really got help for it after. With Odious, West had 049 and 035 supporting her and helping her in the aftermath.

18. Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal? - It depends. She usually acts cold and detached because she generally wants to give off that impression, but if there're enough emotions involved, good or bad, she'll get into your space.

19. How does your OC behave when enraged? - Again, depends on the circumstances. If it's a job thing, she goes icy and argumentative. If its a physical threat, she fights.

20. Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest? - Weirdly, she doesn't seem to get jealous in relationships. She does get professionally jealous when significantly younger scientists have more rank or higher clearances than her, since West had spent her entire adult life working for the Foundation and didn't get the recognition she felt she deserved.

21. Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it? - West's got whatever psych and anger issues come from being overlooked and feeling unwanted and like she's the only one she can rely on for like forty years. She generally handles it by bottling up and seething. She has a Foundation-issued therapist but they seem more interested in 'are you loyal to the Foundation?' than 'are you happy?'

22. What character alignment would you consider your OC to be? - West would insist she's Lawful Neutral. I think she's well into True Neutral territory.

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express? - Process? Probably anger. She hasn't really got any acceptable outlets for it. At best she turns it into spite and channels it into work. Express? Definitely wants and needs.

24. What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions? - West could have been the good little suburban wife and mother her parents wanted her to be, and then boiled with resentment until she ax-murders her husband. She could have taken her Engineering PhD and gone into a mundane engineering job. She could have decided to give up and play by the rules and never start talking to 049 secretly. Basically, every other path is 'follow the rules, do what you're supposed to do, be ignored, be miserable.' It's not all sunshine and roses the way it is now, but at least she knows what happiness can feel like.

25. What is your favorite thing about your OC? - She's bitter, experienced, and most of all, proactive. West makes the choices she's not given, the ones she's not supposed to make. Sometimes they're bad choices, but she follows through with everything she's got.

#another oc ask thing #scp oc #dr victoria west

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jupyterdream · 1 year

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Chapter 14: Convection, Radiation, and Luminosity

I am so so so so so sorry for a sudden hiatus!!

I don't want to go into detail, but my life has been pretty rough this past couple of weeks!

Hopefully I'll be able to update more now!!

Taglist: @kazumaple

Warnings: Reader is psychopathic, reader is manipulative, ooc, enemies to lover, friends to lovers, slow burn, a lot of scientific jargon, reader is female, female pronouns, reader has a nickname, reader is bad person, yandere reader, do not interact if any of the above makes you uncomfortable.

Pairings: Tomo x Reader

If you wish to be added/removed from the taglist, please let me know.

I just couldn’t put down those letters.

Biology, psychology, biomedicine… I wondered if these disciplines would turn me into my father, and the thought made my spine shiver. I knew that there’s nothing wrong with these fields of study, but familiarity can sometimes be a frightening thing. I sat in front of the screen for hours on end, staring at the university’s major selection webpage. But no matter how much I tried, no matter how much I tried to give up my own free will, my brain refused all majors that could help me get into med school.

But, if my father found out I went into a major that had nothing to do with medicine, he would definitely reverse that decision and force me down the path he sees fit.

That’s why, I decided to go into university undeclared. I convinced my father that I wanted to be careful when choosing a major, that I wanted to find out more about each field so that I can increase my chances of getting into med school. Somehow, he believed me. Or, maybe not fully. I think he assumed I’ll listen to what he tells me eventually, just like I always have.

But the next large challenge was class selection. All first years were required to take a hard science class with a lab. Even then, I couldn’t force myself to choose biology. Scrolling through the list of classes, I kept searching for something… Anything that I would be happy to take. Something not quite medicine related, but close enough as to convince my father…

And then, I finally found it: Introductory physics.

I’ve never taken a physics class before, but fields like biophysics do exist. And yet, in my mind at least, physics was far away enough from medicine that it didn’t trigger my prejudice.

And so, I submitted my class request.

And that was how my life turned upside down.

*****

“Xiao~!! Xiao~!!!”

I ran around Liyue harbor for a couple of hours, but in the end I couldn’t find Xiao. Maybe I should have just asked him if he lives at the Wangshu inn or something. If that was the case, I’d feel like a stupid idiot for wasting so much time looking for someone who isn’t even here.

But I haven’t given up yet, and that’s why, I’m screaming my head off in the middle of this city! People are staring at me funny, but you know what? Who cares?!

“Xiao~~!?!?!?!?! Xiaoxiaoxiaoxiaoxiao!!!!”

It seems that god or archons or the flying spaghetti monster haven’t given up on me yet! Because that was when I heard the familiar voice.

“You’re being too loud.”

I turned around to see Xiao standing behind me, crossing his arms with an annoyed look on his face.

“Xiao! There you are! I’ve been looking all morning for you!”

I tried to grab his hand but he pulled away before I could. I thought about pouting just to annoy him, but I figured that might be too mean.

“Yes, I know you’ve been calling for me for a while now.”

“Huh?! You did? And you didn’t come? Xiao, that’s no way to treat a friend.”

“We’re not friends.”

“Well, I consider you a friend, so we’re friends now.”

It seems that Xiao is a bit of a tsundere just like Weak. Even after denying our friendship, I can see that he’s not fully rejecting me. Gotta make sure I don’t push him too much so that I can keep his friendship!! Or gain it I guess? Whatever.

“...So why exactly were you calling for me?”

“Oh, right! Xiao! Would you mind walking around the harbor with me?!”

The way he widened his eyes at that request was kind of hilarious. I wonder if he doesn’t have any friends besides me. Or, could it be that he hates the idea of walking around with me that much?

“...Why?”

“I’m not used to this place, so it’d be really nice if there was someone who’s familiar with Liyue to chaperone me so that I don’t do anything stupid!”

Xiao’s eyes twitched, but from his expression, I could tell that he was more inclined to follow me around now. Oh… Ooooh! I see! He’s worried about me isn’t he? Or, could it be that he’s just worried I’ll do something to the people of this harbor? Really, all I can do is make electric and magnetic fields so strong that it kills people!

…Oh god, I could kill people…

“Fine.” Xiao gave me a deep sigh and I couldn’t help but to pump my fist in excitement.

“Yaaaay! Xiao, you’re the best! And don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten our promise of the ultimate almond tofu!!”

“....Ultimate almond tofu.”

I decided not to comment on the childish excitement that momentarily peeked through his eyes.

*******

You shuffled in your seat nervously as you glanced over towards Tomo sitting next to you. After agreeing to meet the ‘traveler,’ Xingqiu invited you two to a fancy restaurant saying that he’ll arrive with the man very shortly.

Usually, Tomo notices when you’re feeling uncomfortable. Slight shuffling, change of breathing, wandering eyes… Tomo tends to catch everything no matter how much you try to be subtle about it. But right now? Tomo isn’t even looking at you, his eyes are directed down at the table. His usual cheerfulness and unwavering strength couldn’t be seen, instead, it seemed that he was filled with hope and worry, with a little bit of fear mixed in there as well.

You couldn’t stand the deafening silence, “T-Tomo?”

You couldn’t get his attention the first time, so you started shaking his arm while calling his name again. After being shaken a couple of times, he finally moved his gaze towards you.

“What?” You jolted. You knew that the coldness of his voice was the result of his nervousness, but nonetheless, it was the first time Tomo snapped at you. And Tomo himself seemed to have realized this too, with a surprised expression, he faced his body towards you. “Oh, no. S-Sorry, I guess I’m kind of on the edge right now, did I scare you?”

“N-No…” You looked away. To think there would come a day where you couldn’t commit to a lie this much. Glancing back at Tomo again, you noticed his surprised expression changed to that of guilt and regret.

“I’m really sorry.” He placed his hand on your head, as if to comfort a child.

You tried to say it was fine, but different words spilled out of your mouth instead, “Tomo, why are you so on edge?”

“What?”

“You look so worried, and yet you look so hopeful at the same time.” You’ve seen similar expressions in the students at your university before, and you just couldn’t figure out why they could look that way. How could someone be hopeful, yet so worried?

Tomo smiled sheepishly, was it out of guilt? Or embarrassment? You really couldn’t tell, “I’m… I’m thinking about what kind of a person this traveler could be.” He looked at you as if he was waiting for you to comment, but seeing that you weren’t going to speak until he explained himself, he let out a deep sigh and continued, “I… I wanted nothing more than to be the hero who accomplished the impossible. The one who took the musou no hitotachi from the shogun, and lived to tell the tale. The one who saved Inazuma from the vision hunt decree. …But, I wasn’ strong enough back then. I’m not even strong enough now.” You saw him clench his fist, “But now, there’s someone who accomplished what I longed for with all my life. What if… He’s someone I can’t respect? Someone I wish to deny with my entire being? What would happen? Even if I can respect the guy, can I really accept his fate… My fate, without denying my wish?”

Tomo tries to act relaxed around you, but he’s still human. So many emotions swirl inside him, and of course some of them won’t be as favorable as others. It’s human nature to reject those negative emotions, especially if you are a samurai who follows a specific honor code. Jealousy and hatred… these go against every honor code a human is given, and perhaps even that of a warrior. This dissonance, discord, and confusion… How much did it hurt Tomo? How many people did it hurt?

You stared into Tomo’s eyes, it was filled with so many things that you couldn’t look away.

I see. You were a human all along.

Tomo stared back at you for a couple seconds, before looking away with a smile on his face, “Ha-Haha! Sorry! I said something weird didn’t I? Anyway, they said we should wait here, but do you think we’re allowed to order something–”

You placed your hands on his, and he froze. He slowly lifted his gaze to meet yours once again.

And he saw the best smile you have ever given him.

“Don’t worry.” You whispered, “Even if what you feel towards this man is rejection… Even if what you feel is affection… Even if it’s jealousy, it would never lower your value as a person.”

Even that mysterious north star who dragged you out of the dark shows a hint of darkness himself from time to time. But he shines so brightly with a smile on his face. And that is why you love the place he has given you. And that is why…

“Every star worries that they’ll be outshined, but their luminosity depends on the ability to fight against their own turmoil, not from the luminosity of other stars.”

That is why I find them… and you… so beautiful.

“So, don’t think you have to feel a certain way at any point in your life, okay?”

After a couple moments of silence however, the logical side of your brain realized how embarrassing the thing you said was, and you felt your face turn bright red.

“O-Or that’s what Strong always said! Uhm, no, maybe it wasn’t… B-But…”

You felt arms wrapping your body and your vision went dark. Sudden warmth, soft chuckling above your head… It took a while for you to process the fact that Tomo was hugging you.

“I don’t really get what you mean…” Tomo laughed, “But you’re trying to cheer me up, right? Thank you.”

You curled up a little in embarrassment, but also because you could tell that he wasn’t fully convinced with what you said. You were never good at cheering people up, to think that’ll come to hit you in the back of your head at a time like this…

At that moment, you heard the door open behind you two and you pushed Tomo away out of panic. Why do people have to come in at your most embarrassing moments? You and Tomo turned your heads towards the entrance, to find Xingqiu with a man and a… Strange white fairy.

“It’s been a while since Paimon ate at the Liuli pavilion! Xingqiu, we can eat as much as we want, right?”

“Paimon, don’t eat too much, okay? We’re here to meet people.”

There he is.

You and Tomo both faced the blond haired man entering the restaurant. For a moment, you thought he shot you a sour look, but it immediately turned back into a soft smile.

“Hey, I’m Aether. This is my partner, Paimon. Xingqiu said you two wanted to meet me?”

#the villain named gravity #genshin tomo x reader #genshin x reader

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thecitythatdoesntsleep · 2 years

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I know Mina and Andreia have known each other for a while but what was their first meeting like? They're obviously close so I just wondered how they got that way.

(Tags/TW: blood drinking, intimate caretaker, vaguely mentioned frenzy, implied past abuse, vampires, romantic relationship, implied hookup, clinical blood centers)

"Your donor is here to meet with you now, if you'll just follow me."

Mina stood from her waiting table and gathered the few items she'd taken out of her bag, giving a few wide steps to keep up with the receptionist.

They took two agonizingly long hallways and soon turned to a door that seemed to almost blend into the wall as the others did. As soon as the woman stopped, they both paused and Mina looked up in question.

"Someone will be around to check through the glass every 15 minutes as a safety precaution and you're expected to inform an attendant if you both agree to start donations today. The first will be overseen by a security member and then we'll get on to the legal paperwork. Sound good?"

The information was rattled off like a text book and it took all the vampiress had in her to focus. It was a blur but she nodded her head and gave a verbal agreement as well. She'd already been wracked with nerves but as well as the initial interview went, she was already half way there.

"Good, Ms. Balan was the best fit for what you're seeking and given your requirements. I think you'll get along splendid."

Just like that, the woman left and she peeked through the window of the door to see a brunette sitting at the small table and serving herself a cup of coffee. Refreshments cluttered the space but she neatly poured the china full and dropped in a single sugar-cube to take off the bitter edge.

A final gather of courage and Mina opened the door, slinking through the door like a shy alley-cat and watching the human turn to her with a bright-eyed smile. If she had a heart, it would have been racing with how nervous she felt as soon as they made eye-contact.

"Hey! You must be Mina right?"

"Y-Yeah," Mina vaguely replied, taking a slow seat across from the woman and crossing her legs as well as her arms. "Andreia, right? Or do you prefer Ms. Balan?"

"Oh god no, Ms. Balan makes me feel like a thousand years old, Andreia is good but my friends call me Andi." Her smile was still so disarming but Mina was overly cautious. The human wasn't uninformed though, she'd already been told about what to expect from the vampire.

"So uh.. T-Tell me a little about yourself? I mean you don't have to but-"

"Sure! You can ask me anything but I'll give you the basics." Andreia started, picking up the mug and bringing it to her lips for a steady sip.

"I'm 20, I'm going to college to get my masters in vampiric study and science and if everything goes well, a minor in vampiric history and another in psychology." Andreia gave another pause for a drink and watched the vampiress slowly but surely start to emote with interest.

"There's no traumatic back-story, nothing cliché other than being brought up in Romanian folklore and living in Transylvania for most of my youth." A soft laugh and she covered her mouth, witnessing the woman across from her barely able to fight mimicking her. "That has nothing to do with why I chose to go into vampirical studies. But I do contribute it to making me want to help change how the world views vampires."

"I think it's good that humans are afraid of us... Because too many of us kill how they fear." Mina mumbled softly and watched the joy drip off of the edges of Andreia's face. She took another drink, a pause as she was thinking over what little she'd said but how powerful the words were.

"I think if more people understood, more people donated... More people fell in love with who society tells us we shouldn't... I think it would turn out better for everyone." Andreia lamented and Mina adjusted in her seat, started to prepare her own beverage.

"Obviously you don't want to kill, you want something peaceful, an arrangement. That's why you're here with me, right?" The human asked, picking up a sugar cube and dropping it into the vampiress' coffee before she could protest.

Mina looked at her with observation still, watching the way the light coming through the window was pulling pure honey out of her eyes. Her voice sounded like another layer of flavor like she was vibrant and full of sweetened life.

"Yeah... Yeah, I guess you could say that. I really just need consistency, I-... I've never fed on a regular schedule. And I uh- I went a really... really long time without feeding once." Mina's voice shook a bit more as she explained but Andreia leaned closer and her brows pinched with concern. She'd already looked down, focused on the floor without even meaning to.

"Can I ask how long..?" Andreia pried and Mina looked at her again, eye to eye this time as if she was scanning her over for something hazardous.

"About 30 years.."

The human audibly gasped, features turned to shocked surprise. Even more concern bled out as she stammered to find the right words.

"I-I'm so sorry Mina, I- I can't imagine how much you must have suffered through that."

"I've suffered far, far worse than that... But I need to be able to teach my body it can feed again. I'm sure the agency or the dr told you.." Mina's voice trailed off and Andreia gave ample shakes of her head as soon as she'd put her mug back down on the table.

"Yes! Yes, they told me about your frenzy issues- but I have a strong belief that if you're able to feed regularly, it will correct itself. If you're telling me you once went 30 years without blood Mina, your body is going to respond with desperation every time you feed. It's no different than a human's eating disorder."

Something about hearing her speak so rationally and factually about the matter put the vampiress at ease with the slightest relief. She didn't seem to be afraid or think poorly of her yet.

"I don't think they're so different from us, Mina. Vampires aren't any different emotionally, they process trauma the same, they feel pain the same. You're not any different than I am, you just need something that I have. And I joined this program because I'm willing to share with someone instead of telling them they're evil for what they need."

Out of all the humans she'd met, the thousands of faces she'd seen, nothing had been quite as genuine, quite as thoughtful as Andreia was being.

Chocolate eyes were soft and it seemed as though she never stopped smiling, even when talking about such deep subjects there was a curve to the line of her lips. Something else, Mina noticed, the longer she sat with the human was a radiating scent that made her mouth water.

A soft swallow and Mina's nose twitched with how hard she tried to inhale the scent. It was rich and layered with a perfume that perfectly agreed with the natural notes of her skin. She'd been somewhere clean prior, the lingering traces of bleach clinging to her clothes.

"I was already given your medical file so it's only fair that you have mine," Andreia reasoned and reached into her messenger style bag to pull out a folder to hand to her.

Mina took it with a slow hesitation but soon flipped it open and found only a few pages worth of information, in comparison to the encyclopedia she was certain the human had received.

The documents read of healthy condition, average heart rate and no abnormalities in long-term study. Her blood type was a rare one, iron levels and platelets were strong. She seemed the height of physical perfection and even more detailed events such as stress tests, didn't phase how enduring her body was.

"I do smoke but I'm trying to switch to vaping, so it's not as flavored in the blood. I rarely drink alcohol and when I do, I'll make sure it's out of line with your feeding schedule so you don't get the effects."

"I don't mind the taste of tobacco, it doesn't really affect much but I'd worry for your heart if I'm already stressing it out enough," Mina informed and Andreia gave her another award-winning smile. She was made for live television, if not Hollywood.

"I need to quit anyway but this will give me a better excuse. So what do you say? Can I be your donor?"

Mina finally couldn't control it, the small smile that spread across her lips and only felt welcome enough to stay for a few moments. She looked away, couldn't stare at her for too much longer without being too obvious about her piqued interest.

"Yeah.. B-But I can't feed here, I know that's scary for me to suggest but I promise I won't hurt you-"

"I trust you, Mina. I think it's better if we go somewhere more natural, wherever you'd be most comfortable." Andreia agreed, not batting an eye at her request that she'd felt so much nauseous tension about asking. "So let's go get an attendant and get the paperwork done and we can go wherever you want."

It wasn't until both women made it to the parking garage, that the tension remotely started to break after the grueling registration. A set of heels and a slap of sneakers echoed while they made way to Andreia's car to take them elsewhere.

"I thought she'd ask for my damn shoe size," Andreia teased and pressed a button on her fob to let them both into her vehicle.

"I'm glad that they are thorough though, so people ideally don't get set up with dangerous vampires." Mina added and once they were seated, Andreia looked over towards her.

"Now that we're not under surveillance, I want you to know Mina, I don't pity you," The human spoke and for a moment, Mina looked up at her in surprise. "I think you're a survivor and that deserves praise, not pity. I read over your file like it was a novel for two weeks straight and I made up my mind then and there, I wasn't going to pity you."

"Andreia I-"

"But don't think that I won't comfort you, too, if you need it someday. Comfort doesn't diminish how fucking hard you hard to fight to make it this far but I think pity does." Andreia looked at her and the arm resting on the center console rolled over and offered a hand to her.

Mina stared down a bit too long at a soft, pale hand that had brightly manicured nails at the tips of her fingers. It waited in a gentle pause and when her sight met gaze with the human again, she felt a pang of electricity surge through her chest.

"I'm here to be your friend, if you don't just want a donor," She spoke, leaving the offering limb exposed, and when a shaking hand slid into hers she couldn't contain her smile.

Mina gave a squeeze and despite the trembles, she left it there and felt the corners of her lips sneak up to match the other woman's expression.

"Are you sure you're okay coming to my apartment?" Andreia asked as she pulled out the keys and opened the door for both of them to enter.

"I want you to be comfortable too." Mina explained, walking into the living space and once Andreia was past the door, Mina paused to ask another question. "Can I lock the door?"

"Please, things get kinda weird in the complex when it gets late so I keep it locked in general." Another question she knew the vampiress had been hesitant to ask but she responded well yet again. She really didn't seem uncomfortable with what they were about to do.

"Sorry it's a little messy in here, I'm at school most of the time so I don't get much time to clean- or rather I don't have the energy most of the time." Andreia circled her couch and plopped down onto it, inviting the vampire to do the same.

"So do I need to take my shirt off or change- I don't mind I just want to be prepared." The human asked and Mina shook a head of soft curls.

"I won't be messy, I-uh I..." Now the nerves were getting to her, now that she sat with her so close and the gravity of what she was there for, slowly sank in. "Maybe... I shouldn't, I don't think this is a good idea."

"Mina.. The only way you're going to get back in control is if you don't starve yourself." Andreia encouraged, turning to her and reaching behind herself to take off her necklaces. "I'm not afraid of you and I trust you. You haven't given me a reason not to."

"We've barely known each other long enough for you to say that," Mina tried to discourage, tried to somehow change both of their minds.

"I'd like to trust that you understand pain and torment and death, better than anyone else," She spoke, looking at the woman eye to eye as soon as she'd caught her attention. "I also think you know what trust is worth and how hard it is to build it back once it's broken."

"Are you sure, Andreia? That you're okay with me biting you.." Mina still hesitated and watched the human woman move closer to her, start to unbutton her blouse by a few buttons.

"I'm sure Mina. You have my permission to feed from me."

The hand that touched her face to push her bangs back, was still trembling with anxious nerves but the eyes focused on her had shifted their intensity.

It gave Andreia the sensation of butterflies, like she was leaning in for her first kiss. She naturally tilted her head when the vampiress moved in closer and she watched her fingers idly shake and pause with her shift. She looked so uncomfortable, like she was afraid to get close despite how awkward it made their positioning.

She was afraid to touch her, feel skin, tune into the pulse under her palms. The things that kept vampires connected to the health of their human but also lured the beast freshly to the surface.

"Will you hug me..? So I can hold onto you when the pain comes.." Andreia asked with such innocence, framing the intent as though Mina would be doing her a favor of comfort, instead of giving herself a primal luxury.

It must have worked, because the woman scooted closer and arms circled hers in such a position, it almost pinned them to her sides. Her heart didn’t faulter. She wasn’t scared, Mina thought.

Even while staring through Andreia, looking a rushing artery eye to eye; she froze. Her mouth pooled saliva, body ran clammy and cold with aching need. She was shaking the other female, too.

When hands rested on her back, she flinched like she’d been stabbed, coiled closer but in a startled fear. A wheeze left her lips, as if she’d never forgotten how to breathe and a strained, croaking voice pleaded softly to the body in her grasp.

“P-Please.. d-don’t touch my back-” In an instant, the vampiress’ vision was clouded with tears that she couldn’t repress, tremors that rattled two bodies with impressive force.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry- It’s okay, Mina, It’s okay, I won’t touch you at all, okay?” Andreia soothed, fingers twitching with the desire to pet her head, somehow reassure her she meant no harm. It was hard, to not be able to physically comfort her.

For now, she’d use her actions to convince the vampiress she wasn’t going to pose a threat. Wouldn’t harm her, wouldn’t intentionally try to dig up a buried past. She needed to let Mina know, she could safely drink and regain the health she’d been losing since her starvation.

It took the vampiress prolonged minutes to compose herself, to keep staring that vein down until she felt something. Anything that would be able to bring her enough force to drink. Something to expose her fangs, give her body the indication she wanted to bite.

“I’m not angry.. I don’t have to touch you, for blood, Mina..” Andreia whispered the longer they sat in silence. She hadn’t thought of what could possibly be lingering in her mind, causing her fear to build, but she hoped she was on the right track.

It was slow but the speeds that the vampiress’ body vibrated, were diminished if only by a few rattles. She’d moved just a centimeter or two closer, even as the human gently let herself lay in the surrender of her arms. She’d relaxed, rag-dolled to assure Mina was comfortable; aware of her intention by the rigidity in or out of her muscles.

“It’s okay, love, don’t be scared..” Andreia comforted in a soft whisper, head laying on a sloped shoulder in total compliance. Tilted, just enough for the puzzle piece of piercing fangs to reach.

“I trust you, Mina.. I trust you, so don’t be afraid, okay?”

The woman had expected much more pain, when the bite finally came. She’d bared down like she’d been ready for surgery, or a bone to be broken but it was a much different experience. One that text books couldn’t have prepared her for.

Pleasure.

It stung like a bee and blossomed into a wave of heat that found every tip of her extremities. Her spine carried the brunt but it felt like tiny shocks that made her legs shake and body stiffen like she’d already been brought to the edge. The arms around her tightened and when fangs dug deeper to make the holes in her carotid bigger; she moaned softly into the air and wore the embarrassment moments after.

It was comforting, to know Andreia wasn’t afraid or being tormented.

Mina knew it was normal, aware of what it caused and there was even more shame was rooted around it. She forced humans against their will, to feel pleasure. To twist pain and arousal, to crave that feeling and touch again.

That’s what made it disgusting.

As soon as blood hit her taste buds, washed down her throat and splashed deeply in her stomach; she felt an overwhelming need start to itch at her limbs to pull tighter. Her mouth filled with saliva down her cheeks, chest spasmed and eyes seared their color with a bright, glowing intensity. It took all of two, three mouthfuls before her posture changed.

The human felt it. A grip around her that almost ached, a jaw that latched back into place and bit into her neck harder. Teeth bit back in, punctured the rushing vein in a second place and she finally animated to grab the vampiress’ sides.

Another moan, a shift of her thighs and she was breathless with how much mind-numbing euphoria raced to cover up the intensity of the stabbing pressure that shot down her limbs and tingled the tips of her toes and fingers. Her lids fluttered, unknowing when she’d ever closed them but now, her vision swirled from such a sudden pull.

Maybe it had been a mistake, to surrender to someone who really might not know any sense of control.

“M-Mina.. Slow down, please..” A mumbled plea and she could hardly hear her own voice, over the sound of sucking lips and small growls from the back of the other woman’s throat.

The next sound out of her was a gasp and she was left staring at the ceiling, when the woman flipped her onto her back and pressed her deeply into the couch.

She fit against her too perfectly, such a pleasing pressure that scraped against her body and numbed her mind. Hips carelessly met with hers and Andreia thoughtlessly grabbed bare sides where her tank-top had ridden up.

The woman listened, though. Her forceful pulls slowed, she took her fangs back and Andreia swore she heard a single panting breath escape her. She’d stopped shaking but now, she twitched with struggling power between herself and the monster she’d touched noses with.

“I-It’s okay, Mina..” Andreia encouraged breathlessly, the vampires’ name pitching up an octave when another surge of bliss worked a wave across her body. “You don’t have to take i-it all now.. You can have more, I promise-”

The vampiress gave a steady grind of her hips, had already nested between legs that parted to invite her in. She couldn’t resist or manage to stop herself and Andreia still didn’t give the taste of smell of fear.

“I’m yours..” Her thoughts had clouded, she couldn’t get her point across any other way.

She was her life-source, her donor; she wasn’t about to leave her without what she needed anytime soon. But what came out, was something much more in tune with the way her body felt, how dizzy she’d become and how good the other woman felt on top of her.

“I don’t mind taking care of.. her too..” Andreia mumbled sweetly, arm sneaking up to rest an affectionate hand to the back of messy, dark curls. The beast was listening to her and Mina was too, licking over wounds to staunch their bleeding. “All you have to do is ask..”

Ask.

And if the answer is no?

Stop? Cease? Quit? Enough?

Enough. Enough! I’ve had enough! Please! Just stop, I’m begging you!

The vampiress froze, as the copious amount of blood ran through her, calmed her cells, started to soak in and revive her. Her skin slowly brightened, body repaired from it’s wear and tear from how she’d treated it. Every nerve she owned was soaking up something it had needed for longer than she herself, knew.

What surprised Andreia, was the fact she pulled away and stopped just far away enough to look at her. Green eyes were still acidic, pulsing with power. Her chin wore blood that she’d smeared, the moment she’d gone too far and dug in the second time.

And yet brown eyes looked up at her with a lidded expression, plush lips were parted and taking in bigger rasps of air. She was flushed, eyes were glossy and at that moment she gave such an appearance of vulnerable surrender. To something that knew it was more powerful than her.

“I-I’m sorry-” Mina started, barely able to project above a whisper.

“Don’t be sorry.. It’s okay if we do.. what your body wants to do, Mina..” Andreia was a bit too open, too shameless, she thought. Perhaps she was the one, doing the seducing, instead of the lore-proclaimed succubus above her. “I feel it too, it’s normal..”

“We just met..” Such a human-driven response, even as she looked at her in a way that contradicted everything she’d just dared to argue.

What it earned, was a soft laugh. As if what she’d just expressed was silly but no condescension laid in the tone. It was fond. Amusingly fond.

“Welcome to the 21st century.. People fuck on the first date now.” Andreia mused and Mina couldn’t fight the expression that threatened to mimic the human’s. “You can’t expect to go against your total livelihood and be a vegetarian, celibate vampire, Mina..”

“But we could.. make it a little more formal in the bedroom.” A finger found a pronounced curl and wrapped it temptingly around her finger, head raising to brush her nose against the other woman’s.

Their fate was sealed, when one of them dared to move closer and lips met another pair. The flame ignited on contact and the vampiress’ blood rushed back up to her brain and eagerly nudged at the switch that wanted to flip.

By the time Andreia laid in a heap in her bed, head aching and heart pounding to keep up with her blood loss and fatigue; she’d been tucked in and had a dazed smile on her lips, eyes hooded and following Mina.

The vampiress had stood, slid panties back on and a tee-shirt back over her head. She’d glanced around for another article of clothing but met eyes with the satisfied, but worn and paled human under the blankets.

“Wait.. Are you leaving?” Andreia spoke softly, a pout already on her lips. “It’s late, we’ve been at it for hours..”

“Exactly, that’s why you need the rest, so I was going to get out of here and let you.” Mina reasoned, watching a hand slip out and reach for her.

“Smashing and dashing is so not cool, you should just stay here tonight..” The human teased and the vampiress looked thoughtful for a moment.

Was it really okay? To be so ravenous, take so much, all in one night?

Her body, her blood, and now she was being daring enough to invite her so closely into her space. Her home. Her bed to sleep beside her. Like she wasn’t just biting into her neck and drinking something out of her. It had to be the blood talking, trying to give herself a reason to stay so close to her source.

“I shouldn’t... You need to sleep comfortably, there’s no telling if you will if I’m here.”

“And there’s no telling if I won’t, either... Come on, Mina-rina... there’s no excuse to be shy now.”

The human certainly had a point.

“Are you sure..?” Mina echoed a final time, knee hesitantly propping onto the bed.

“We both have to report to the clinic tomorrow anyways, don’t we?” Andreia reminded in a sleepy voice, covering a yawn with the back of her hand before extending it further.

“Y-Yeah.. 10am.”

“Then I give you permission, Mina. To sleep here with me and we can go over together in the morning.”

No sooner did the vampiress settle back into bed and lay on her side to look at the woman, she breached the gap between them and was buried in Mina’s chest in an instant. She wrapped arms around the human against her, tried to loosen the muscles in her body that had already tensed from her hold.

“Are you warm enough?” Andreia whispered, eyes just barely slit open as fingers started to thread through her hair and aid in settling her fatigue.

“I’m fine, you’ll keep me warm like this..”

“Goodnight Mina..”

“Goodnight.. Andi.”

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noroi1000 · 2 years

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Hello! I was hoping to get a romantic matchup for JJK (maybe NSFW if you're comfortable with that)? If that's not possible, just ignore this!

I am a 5'6, pan (with a preference for men), trans man. I am very androgynous in appearance but I like it that way so it doesn't really bother me! My skin is stupidly soft and I have freckles covering my body, though they're mostly prominent on my cheeks and shoulders (I do have scars that cover my arms too but I struggle with them sometimes...) My eyes are grey but due to a few difficulties with sight, I have to wear specific tinted glasses so you can hardly see them most of the time. My hair is short and is incredibly soft, but it's kind of odd as it's best described as a mixture of blonde and brunette in colour (especially since my eyebrows are almost black...)

My MBTI is INTJ, though I have quite a mouldable personality as I can very easily adapt to various different personality types, thus making friends is really easy even if I'm incredibly antisocial. However, I do have a few things to learn when it comes to communicating with certain types of people (I still really struggle with very loud people as I have noise sensitivity issues) and I do go completely mute quite often. I also struggle with anxiety and stress so I tend to linger around peaceful people/places as they help me to keep my mind at ease. Whenever my stress does takes over though, I tend to go to a trusted person with a blanket, book and some tea (I do have issues with touch but a cuddle is appreciated every now and then). Oh, I'm also incredibly stubborn so I will argue with anybody and everybody of I wanted to (and I mean everybody), but I do generally tend to avoid arguments as much as possible.

I am aiming for a job in the field of psychology as I find that the human mind is an incredibly interesting thing to study! My hobbies, however, include a deep love for physics, art, writing and music! I am a digital and oil painter as well as a horror novelist, which I typically take advantage of to relieve a lot of pent up anger and stress I gather over time. The piano is my favourite instrument (though I do love the violin as well) as it is very easy for me to sing while I play. When it comes to physics, I mostly enjoy reading about space (science fiction is also a special genre to me). Other less interesting hobbies would be cooking (mainly sweets and cakes...), gardening and taking long walks around the city (feeding the crows that tend to linger around is my favourite part of those walks!)

I'm so sorry that this is so long... Thank you so much in advance and I hope you have a wonderful day!

A/n: I'm sorry you had to wait so long ಥ‿ಥ

I think your Jujutsu kaisen matchup is

What can I say… His personality is very plastic. After all, you can observe changes in his mood and behavior many times. Why? Because that's just the way he is. Even though he has his own behaviors and a personality he mostly uses.

He can be serious, but also cheerful and joyful. Everything changes from his point of view. And also from the presence of his friends and other people nearby. He can even have something to do with loneliness. This boy has a difficult mood at times and for some reasons it can be difficult to cheer him up. But depending on the surroundings, he is content.

He mostly adapts to others. I cannot imagine him as a person who imposes his character on someone, and then that person has to get used to him. It won't be like that. I think he is someone who will be aloof for a while to determine how he can behave. And that's not a problem for him. But he also does not mind that someone also wants to adapt to him.

Well, you could say he was anti-social. He had no friends and was fed up with everything. He would rather be alone than go out with someone. The house and his room. This is what he wanted. Be locked up there and now.

But when there are a few people with whom he will meet more than once in his life, he will try to make sure that they do not reject him and notice that he is alive. Even though the beginnings are difficult, he tries to adapt to everyone around him. Because it's easier for everyone around. If he adapts and arranges himself to be friends more easily, he'll get better.

He does not care what kind of person he is struggling with. He may not like something at first, but he doesn't mind any type of person. Someone may be quiet and someone may be loud. He too can be a combination of the two. Depending on how someone thinks about him, as well as what he thinks about that person. If he hates someone, there's no need to change. Sometimes he is funny and loud in a group of other loud people. Sometimes he's the quiet one.

His life memories never left him, so he would never forget it. This is why he will suddenly fall silent when suddenly something painful attacks his heart and mind. He also needs time to calm down.

Even though he likes happy people, there are times when he finds it best and most convenient to spend time with a calm person. Or at least someone who is cheerful but spends their time talking more calmly.

Headcanon:

• So what if a meeting of two people with an artistic character is quite an unusual meeting. It wasn't bad for him. When he realized that you were going to meet more often, he knew it would be easy for you to find a common language. After all, you two can adapt to each other.

• Even though he is nervous at times and even seems scared and sad, you don't have to hold back to go to him.. Of course, if he becomes a trusted person for you.

You can come to him when you feel worse. He would never force himself on you, but he wanted you to come to him. Yes, you can show him that you trust him.

Even if he is stressed himself, you can go to him. You can keep each other comfortable.

Besides, I think a blanket, tea and a book are something he needs very often. Wrap yourself in a blanket, drink warm tea and read a book or do something else. And the warmth kept inside the blanket cocoon will soothe your nerves that neither of you will want to leave.

• He is more of a person who will like touch. Just let him have a nice hug at least once a day. He would appreciate sleep cuddling the most. But if you don't want to, that's okay. And it is so important to him that you are next to him.

• He believes that many people are smarter than him. Although he himself has some knowledge, he still likes to know that there is someone who knows better about something. That's why he really likes and admires the fact that you know a lot. Physics and writing? You are definitely a very smart person. Additionally, Art. He greatly appreciates leisurely interests, especially when it is related to creativity.

• Calming music. Piano or violin. This is nice music for him. Therefore, it relaxes in the process. He could listen to you playing for a long time. Especially when you add your singing to it.

• Go for a walk with him. Especially to some big park. It will be better for you than walking around town.

The park is quiet, there are a lot of plants and animals. Fresh air and exercise will surely give you something.

If I have to say something about crows, if I were to compare Yuta to a bird, it would be a Crow. It's about his appearance as well as the behavior of crows. Especially since it is a wise bird and able to get used to humans.

"I have black hair and pale skin. Yes, I know I can be compared to black and white animals. And it doesn't bother me. You too can compare me to any pet. If you like it, please do it. Then I know you are thinking about me. And I really care about it. I want the best for you, so I am glad that you consider me a person who can provide you with comfort and a nice feeling. I love you…"

(Short NSFW headcanon) You may not like the touch sometimes. After all, sometimes you can refuse a hug or anything. But when he knows he can touch you, he does. There is nothing he would do brutally. He didn't want to hurt you. His touches are gentle. Lips on the neck, chest, abdomen and thighs. The hands rub the patterns in the places where you arch your back. Lips kiss every mole on your skin. Lots of kisses that warm your body up so fast.

#jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk headcanons #jjk matchups #jujutsu kaisen matchups #anime matchup #yuta okkotsu #jujutsu yuta #Yuta Okkostu matchup

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modern-vellichor · 2 years

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perfect.

summary: you confess your true feelings to Peter after a bad day, and he confesses his. warnings: angst !!!!!! a/n: Paper Napkin Stories, Sade Andria Zabala

People often joked that you and Peter Parker were academic rivals. You only shared two classes; biology and chemistry. You didn't even know Peter's major, but it definitely was not the same as yours. You were studying Cognitive Sciences, brain function, psychology. You're pretty sure Peter was doing a physics degree. But for those two classes, you fought tooth and nail to keep your grade higher than Peter's. Academic rivalry was what kept your grades from slipping. it was the only thing that kept you going to class. And then one day, you just weren't there.

Peter was worried. You weren't friends, per se, but you never missed a class. Peter saw you every day. You sat right next to him, thighs pressed together, elbows knocking against each other, every day. So when you didn't show up, for the first time ever, Peter worried. He could barely sit through the class. Peter had seen you at your worst. He had seen you in dirty sweatpants with bags under your eyes, barely awake, and he had seen you in your plaid skirts and low cut blouses, cogs turning furiously as you hastily scribbled down notes.

Peter didn't even know where your dorm was. He searched the campus until he found someone who he knew was your friend. They gave him your address far too quickly, it was concerning. But he didn't stick around to lecture them. He raced off towards your dorm.

The knocking woke you from your nightmare. The loud, incessant, annoying knocking that rang through your dorm. You groaned loudly and nearly fell off the couch.

"What do you want?" You said, opening the door with your eyes closed.

"Hey," he smiled breathily.

"Peter?"

"You weren't in class."

"I wasn't," you were being blunt.

"I'm worried about you."

Seeing you didn't do anything to ease his worry. You looked worse for wear. Mascara was smeared under your eyes and streaked down your cheeks. You looked pale, your skin had a sickly green tinge. Your eyes were puffy, circles dark. You looked like total shit. You had definitely been crying.

"Let me in, sweetheart," he asked.

You moved aside. The dorm was dimly lit. There was a blanket strewn on the floor next to the couch, and a box of tissues on the coffee table. Peter watched a true crime documentary play on your tv. You sniffled behind him and his attention was on you again.

One hand wrapped loosely around your wrist. He collapsed onto your couch. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. He sighed as you buried your head into the crook of his neck. On a regular day, you would have fought against Peter. But you were so pliable under his touch, so ready to give up, it made Peter worry even more.

"Sweetheart," he purred sympathetically. "What happened."

"I got broken up with."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," you said bluntly. Peter couldn't hear any sadness in your voice. "I didn't really like him anyway."

Peter was confused. You sounded relieved, so why were you crying. Peter probed for an answer. But you were stubborn, always have been. And so Peter asked and asked and asked for an explanation. You shook your head over and over, still buried in the crook of his neck. He wore you down eventually, and you lifted your face from its hiding spot.

"Why are you sad, sweetheart?"

"I have manipulated who has ever fallen in love with me to fall in love with me," you confessed.

You looked devastated. Peter could feel it, total and utter dejectedness that hung heavily in the air. Peter's hand squeezed your thighs reassuringly. He was in love with you. And you hadn't manipulated him. He had fallen in love with you accidentally. One day while you were furiously scribbling down chemical equations, he looked over at you. Your hair was in your eyes, your bottom lip was clutched between your teeth. You looked so utterly beautiful. Peter's heart nearly exploded. Now Peter got nervous when he spoke to you, made heart eyes at you when you weren't looking, longed for your touch, prayed for your smile. He had fallen in love with you, and you had nothing to do with it.

"And that either makes me a very good liar," your lip quivered. "Or a very unloveable human being."

Peter wanted to scream. He wanted to hold you and tell you that you weren't unloveable. You were perfect. He wanted to tell you that he loved you. He couldn't find the words. So he kissed you.

His hands cupped your face and he kissed you. You felt like you couldn't breathe. Your whole body stiffened. Peter kept kissing you, prying your lips open until you whimpered into his mouth. You relaxed and your hands tangled into his hair.

"I don't think you're unloveable," he whispered against your lips. "I think you're fucking perfect."

#peter parker x reader #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker angst #peter parker fluff #peter parker drabble #peter parker oneshot #tasm x you #tasm x reader #tasm fic #tasm smut #tasm fanfiction

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hiy-breadcheeks · 2 years

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Setting you free.

PART 3 (Final)

pairing: bucky barnes x gn!reader

a/n: im gonna tell you the reasons excuses why this took so long: SCHOOL (procrastination, mostly)

One Two

warnings: mentions of trauma, literally just one swear word, science and psychological inaccuracies lmfao, horrible humor by the author, angst, fluff????

2022 © hiy-breadcheeks– don't copy, repost, or translate.

After months of therapy, his therapist, along with the scientist the government ordered to work with him, deemed Bucky ready to finally break free from HYDRA's Winter Soldier, and you're ready to help him every step of the way.

Finally Free

"I think you should be there..." King T'Challa broke the silence between you as you stared on a window, looking at Wakanda's beautiful nature. You were hoping to atleast find something peaceful outside because your insides were nothing but chaos and panic.

When you and Bucky arrived in Wakanda one week ago, Shuri immediately put him under her equipments to re-program his brain. The re-programming was successful but Bucky's trauma remained, causing him to turn back into Winter Soldier–albeit not as violent as he used to be–in the first to fourth time Ayo tried his trigger words on him. He doesn't attack first but he will attack when you get a certain distance from him and it used to take long hours before he's back to himself again, but after the re-programming, it shortened to one to two hours now. Even though he was the Winter Soldier, it still hurt to look at him at those times. It hurt seeing that even the brainwashed assassin was too tired to fight after all those years.

You knew Bucky was also emotionally, physically, and mentally tired at this point but he chose to keep going. He wants him out of his system and he'll do anything–suffer through anything to finally escape his past life and start a new one... with you.

You let out a long sigh, wondering when everything will end. "You know..." King T'Challa started again, looking at you. "We all noticed how much your presence helped him yesterday." you looked up, "No... he still turned–"

"Yes, he did. But he did not attack anymore, did he? He needs you, Kai." He whispered.

"As corny as it sounds, my brother is right, Kai." both of you turned towards the door when Shuri's voice rang through the room. "It seems like love is the answer after all." She chucked before turning to her brother. "He is ready."

The king turned to you and smiled. "Let's go?" you looked at him hesitantly before nodding, following both royals to a room where you were sure Bucky was in.

You stepped inside the room, your eyes immediately landing on Bucky who was sat on a chair. He was fiddling with the hem of his shirt, his vibranium arm still missing only looking up when he felt your hand on his shoulder. "Baby, hi..." he smiled. You examined his face. The bags under his eyes were darker than they used to be. His blue eyes were dull and sad. "Did you sleep last night?" you whispered, caressing his cheeks.

He shook his head. "No... nightmares."

"Sergeant Barnes, are you ready?" Ayo said. Bucky took a deep breath and nodded before turning to you once more. He held your hands and spoke "Go stand beside them, love."

You smiled, his actions were far from his words. It was almost like he didn't actually want you to leave because he squeezed your hand tighter.

"No," you walked in front of him and sat on your legs, holding his hand on top of his thighs. "I'm not leaving you."

"No. I-I'm... He hurts people when they're near him. I don't want you to get hurt, Kai."

You shook your head. "You won't. Today, everything will end, okay? Your nightmares, your pain–everything. You will not hurt a single person in this room, Bubba."

"But–" you stopped him by squeezing his hand before turning to Ayo. "Start."

"Longing..."

"Rusted..."

You smiled up at him, the first words didn't seem to affect him anymore.

"Seventeen..."

You felt his hand shake, squeezing yours tighter. Keep it together, Buck... you thought.

"Daybreak..."

His eyes that never left yours slammed close. He was shaking more and more. You took his hand and kissed the back of it gently.

"Furnace..."

His jaw tightened, hair flying in his face when he shook his head. "It's... not gonna work... fuck"

"Nine..."

"Baby, it will. You have to keep him out. It's your body, not his." you said comfortingly, wiping the single tear that started to fall from his shut eyes.

"Benign..."

Slowly, he opened his eyes. His teary ones meeting yours. Inside, he was having a battle with the Soldier. Fighting for his own body and mind.

"Homecoming..."

"You're doing so well, Buck. It's almost over... hold on, yeah?" he said nothing but nodded, not taking his eyes off of you.

"One..."

Inside, the soldier grew weaker and weaker. Why can't he fight Bucky when he was obviously stronger than him?

One more... you thought.

"Freight Car..."

He was glad. The Soldier was glad. His decades long battle was finally over. Bucky finally won.

Silence filled the room, everyone was watching Bucky, scared that he was the Winter Soldier once again. You and him never lost eye contact. You knew he won.

You smiled and stood up, his eyes followed you, making him look up to not leave your eyes. Gently, you pulled him up, making him stand and tower over you.

It was your turn to look up at him with teary eyes. "You're free." you whispered. Shock, relief, and happiness washed over his face all at the same time. "I'm free..." he repeated. "He's gone... I-"

You stood on your toes to give him a long kiss, pulling away when you heard footsteps behind you.

"Congratulations, Sergeant Barnes." Ayo said, a smile etched on her face. "Thank you for helping me, Ayo."

"Oh wait! I forgot something on my lab, be right back!!" Shuri exclaimed, leaving the room in a hurry.

The King just shook his head, used to his sister's attitude. With a smile, he walked towards you and Bucky. You stood in Bucky's right side, never letting go of his hand as both of you faced the King.

"Congratulations, White Wolf." You and Bucky exchanged looks.

"W-White Wolf?" Bucky whispered. "Yes. You will be known in Wakanda by that name if..." King T'Challa paused, looking and you, then Bucky. "Well, if you'd like to stay in Wakanda for a year?"

"A... year?" you cut in. King T'Challa looked at you. "I-I mean... of course we'd like to, it would be an honor but...why?"

"Well, after what he'd been through," he said, gesturing at your lover. "I think both of you deserve the peace and quiet, even if it's only a year." you nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I think it would do him good if he had peace after everything that's happened..."

"But you will be with me, right?" he asked, you nodded. "Yeah. I'm not leaving you. Ever."

Bucky faced the King and bowed. "Thank you so, so much for all the help you've given me, and now, for letting me–us stay in your home for a long time, Your Majesty."

King T'Challa waved his hands, "Ah, it is fine. I'm glad I was able to help a friend."

The three of you looked at the door when it opened, Shuri entered, followed by two guards who were carrying a container. "Come!" Shuri called out excitedly, you chuckled at her almost childish excitement before walking to the table where the container was placed. "Open it!"

Bucky looked at you before opening the container, revealing a black and gold vibranium arm. "It looks good." King T'Challa said, "I just think his old one looked boring and I'm sure no one wants to see that anymore so... I made him a new one!" Shuri exclaimed excitedly.

"Thank you. This means a lot. Really."

"Brother, move over. I'm gonna put it on him." The princess said, shoving her brother to the side and started fixing Bucky's arm.

After adjusting it, Bucky faced you. "So? What do you think?" he smiled. You intertwined your hand to his new one and looked up at him. "It suits you, baby. You look beautiful." smiling, he took a step closer to you.

"You're beautiful. You suit me." he smirked before kissing you. "I love you."

The End.

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mrkcore · 3 years

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𝐄𝐏 𝟏: 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓 - 𝐥.𝐡𝐜

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lee donghyuck x fem!reader

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: college!au (cs - computer science major haechan, psychology major y/n)

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, slight angst

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): suggestive innuendo(s), infidelity, drinking

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

𝐚/𝐧: the first chapter of the and they were roommates! series :D send in an ask or comment here to be added to the taglist! (sorry for the delay, i have been really unproductive so uh, yeah)

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

you’ve been stuck with haechan for about a month. you’ve successfully avoided him for the majority of the time, he’s still a bit flirty, but he’s been pretty quiet too.

except for when he streams. did he mention that he was a streamer? unfortunately no, you had to find out the hard way.

“haechan, can you fucking tone it down?” you storm into his room after enduring half an hour of his screaming on a thursday night. “i have an essay due tomorrow and it’s 30 percent of my mar-”

you see a professional looking mic, webcam, and another monitor with what seems like comments flowing in constantly on the screen.

“oh…” you trail off taking in all the equipment in front of you as haechan looks up at you.

“oh hey, sorry about that, jeno and renjun were being noobs and i needed to teach them a lesson, chat knows. i’ll keep it down, sorry.” he turns back to his game in front of him, completely unbothered.

“yeah.. uh sorry for barging in, thanks.” you say quickly and dash out his room, hearing the other voices from his headset laugh.

your face is hot, and you feel so embarrassed.

anyways, lesson learned.

a few days later, you were complaining to your friend about haechan on a zoom call–as usual.

this time, however, she needed to spill the tea about her thoughts.

“ma’am, what is this tension,” she jokes. “i can feel it from miles away.”

“hey!” you snap back. “need i remind you that i have a boyfriend? and haechan? ew no, he gets on my nerves too much for that.”

“oh right, your boyfriend.” she rolls her eyes. “i think you need to visit him, you’re so uptight all the time, i’m gonna get wrinkles if you keep complaining to me about shit.”

“oh right, restrictions have been slightly lifted, i can probably go visit him.” you remember reading about it in the news.

“yep, go.” your friend sips on her iced coffee and you laugh.

the next day, you go through with your plan to go visit your boyfriend.

all prepped and ready and you were going to walk out the door before you hear haechan coming out his room.

“oh, good morning, i’ll be out for a bit, maybe the whole day.” you say to him.

“good morning.” he yawns. “look at you all dolled up and pretty, where you going?” he smirks as you roll your eyes.

“visiting my boyfriend,” you scowl out. “now if you’ll excuse me, i better get going.”

“oh great, hope you enjoy your time with him.” he smiles and you think he’s going to be nice for once. “don’t forget protection.”

you groan. of course he had to ruin it.

“thanks haechan.” you yell behind you as you walk out the door.

it takes around 1 hour to drive to your boyfriend’s university, and an additional 10 minutes to his apartment, and you’re giddy the whole time.

you’ve missed human interaction.

and no, lee haechan does not count.

you’ve missed the warmth and fuzzy feeling of an embrace, of having someone’s arms around you, protecting you from the outside world.

you couldn’t wait to get cuddles.

hopefully your boyfriend likes this surprise.

gleefully walking into the building, pressing in the password to his apartment complex. completely missing the creaking coming from his room, but as you entered, you hear the voice of another person, who was definitely not your boyfriend.

you stomp right up to the door, and push it open.

there’s two people in the bed, and your eyes glower at your boyfriend.

“what?” the girl screams, scrambling to cover herself.

“babe?” your boyfriend is frozen on the spot as the girl looks at him as if he just said the most bizarre thing ever.

“babe?” she seems angry now. “you said you were single? what the fuck?”

“yeah, i think he lied to you.” you say coldly. “do you have anything to confess, ‘babe’?”

“you’re a douche, what the fuck.” she gets up and gets dressed. “i’m so sorry, he told me he was available, i would literally never agree to sleep with anyone who’s taken.”

“yeah, it’s okay.” you say, kind of relieved, and the two stare are you like you’re an alien. “at least now i know what type of person i was dating.”

and you turn to walk out.

“wait, babe please.” your ex tries to run after you. “y/n, let me explain.”

“no need to, we’re over.” you turn to say. “you need a ride?” you ask the girl.

“yeah sure.” she says. “don’t call me.”

“babe please, can we talk this out?”

you couldn’t believe it. you drove 1 hour to see him and he has the audacity to pull this shit and expect you to just easily forgive? nope, lesson learned.

pfft, and he said long distance would work.

“no we can’t, now if you’ll excuse us, we have somewhere else to be.” you grab the girls arm and walk out the door, slamming it in front of your ex’s face before he can catch up.

“do you have any plans for the rest of today?” you ask the girl after entering your car. she shakes her head while you smile. “great, any bar or night club recommendations you have?”

“uhh, bar then nightclub?” she suggests.

“i like the way you think.” you giggle. “i’m y/n btw.”

“yina.” she smiles back at you as you pull out of the parking lot.

a few hours later, and way too many drinks in, you’re at a table with yina, spilling your deepest secrets about your relationship with your ex.

“can you believe he made me wash his socks?” you take a sip before continuing. “and with my hands too!”

“what? that’s disgusting!” she listens to you rant in disbelief.

“yeah, he said that his socks were precious and the washing machine was too harsh on the cotton or some crap.” you snicker as you recall the other stupid stuff he told you. “ah the shit i did for love.”

“men are trash,” yina says. “cheers to that.” and you both down the rest of what’s left of your drink.

fast forward another 2 hours, you’re wasted. absolutely wasted.

yina held you back a little bit, but its no use. you needed this.

“y/n, it’s like 11 pm, you’re drunk, i’m barely sober, i think we should call someone to come and get us.” yina tries to reason with you while you shake your head.

finally after 10 minutes of bickering, you finally agree.

“here’s my phone, you can call anyone.” you rest your head on your folded hands after handing her your unlocked phone. “anyone but haechan.” you start to doze off. “anyone but haechan…”

“hbbhng” you jolt up, feeling the warmth of your own bed.

how did you get back home?

groaning, you feel your headache. you feel the vomit coming up your throat as you gag.

you almost fall trying to get out of your covers.

“woah there, be careful.” haechan is suddenly barging into your room, holding onto you so you don’t fall on your face, guiding you to your bathroom.

you’re too nauseous to wonder why he’s even helping you or even bother screaming at him like usual.

he pats your back soothingly as you vomit into the toilet.

“there you go, that’s it. i’ve got you.” he reassures you.

“what are you even doing helping me?” you’ve washed up and downed some water, you’re 100% sober now.

“wow,” haechan chuckles, rolling his eyes. “after saving your ass last night, this is the thank you i get?”

“what do you mean you saved me?” you’re genuinely confused by what he means.

“this yina girl called me from your phone, telling me that you’re blacked out drunk in a nightclub at 11:32 PM, on a saturday. asking me to come and get you.” he says, matter-of-factly. “i call a cab, get to the nightclub, haul your ass out the club, drive yina back home, and then us. where during our commute back, you wake up, start crying, and when we get home, you’re bawling about how your boyfriend cheated and you were a dumbass for thinking he would change. remember now?”

you’re in shock.

yina called haechan? you remember clearly that you told her not to, this is so embarrassing. you even cried about your ex to him? oh dear lord you wanted to crawl back into your room into a deep pit and never come out.

haechan must’ve noticed your distressed expression because his face turns softer.

“hey hey hey, sorry, that was a bit mean. you just got out of a relationship, that was really inappropriate of me and i do not blame you for wanting to relax a bit.” he tries to comfort you once again. you’re in even more shock by his words. “honestly, me driving you back home, and taking care of you was the least i could do. it would have been so mean if i just left you guys there.”

you wanted to burst out into tears.

this is the nicest thing you’ve heard in about 6 months.

unfortunately, haechan doesn’t know that.

“oh gosh, jheez, i’m not helping aren’t i.” he’s panicked by your emotional state. “uhm, to make it up to you, i’ll watch one of those scary movies with you?”

your tears instantly are sucked back into your eyes in excitement.

“really?” you ask, just making sure.

“yep, ahaha.” he laughs nervously, but happy to see your mood lighten up.

“you free tonight?” bouncing up and down practically.

“yeah…” haechan is a bit scared. “aren’t you going a bit too fast though, princess? you jut got out of a relationship.”

you gasp and slap him in the arm.

“okay okay! that was a joke. yeah i’m free, i have an essay due, but i’ll be done by 6.” haechan says.

“sounds good!” you b-line for the kitchen, your stomach is completely empty. “see you then haechan!”

oh how haechan regrets his offer.

6 o’clock rolls by, and you choose “the shining” to watch with haechan. anticipating the terror it would bring him.

and you were right.

every jumpscare, even the smallest sounds, haechan would screech in fright. the last straw for him was the knock on your door.

“AHHHH!” he screams, almost knocking the popcorn out of your hands.

“calm down, dude.” you say, standing up to open the door.

to the unfortunate sight of your ex.

“y/n?” he says, softly.

“what are you doing here? how did you find out where i lived?” you were very sure you never gave him your dorm address.

“your friend gave it to me,” the eye bags he has are very evident. “listen, can we talk?”

“no?” haechan suddenly butts into the conversation. “you literally cheated on her, she doesn’t owe you anything.”

“who are you? her rebound?” your ex frowns.

“her roommate, and if you even bothered to keep up with y/n, you’d know.” haechan returns the frown.

“it’s between me and y/n, you have no business telling us what to do.” your ex is getting more aggressive now.

“that’s funny, i was the one who was called to drive her home while she was out drunk, i was the one who listened to her talk about how she regretted believing you again, i was the one who held her hair back when she was vomiting this morning from her hangover.” haechan again returns the energy. “you tried to contact her, but she blocked your number and you had to get her address from her friend. you never even cared to ask her beforehand, and now you wanna try and show up to seem like you care? bullshit. now if you’ll excuse us now, we have a movie to finish.” he slams the door in his face and haechan surprises you for the millionth time today.

your ex bangs on the door for about 3 minutes before giving up, and you guys sit in silence as the movie still plays.

“hey haechan.” you try and start.

“AHHH!” he screams again, scaring you this time.

“JHEEZ BRO I WAS TRYING TO START A CONVO, CHILL OUT.” you scream back.

“okay, i’m fine, yeah sorry, continue.” haechan pants out.

“thanks for that.” you say, genuinely. “not even joking, you didn’t have to do that.”

“well i did, because that dude was a douche. literally having the guts to come over here and try and ask for forgiveness after he cheats. unbelievable.”

“yeah.” you fiddle with your fingers anxiously.

“i like this side of you,” haechan breaks the awkwardness. “you’re usually uptight, little-miss-perfect, and cranky, so i like this raw side of you.”

“mhm, i realized that now. sorry for being such a bitch.” you admit.

“no, i honestly deserve it. but i hope we can be friends now, it would be great to have real conversations with someone, you know?” he says.

“seriously?” you hit him in the chest as he chuckles.

“i’m joking! i swear. but seriously, friends?” he asks.

“yeah, friends.”

and that’s where it started.

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gh0st-patr0l · 3 years

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ADHD in DSMP

So about a week back, I made a post about Karl Jacobs (a bit of a passive aggressive one, I’ll admit, but I think it was justified), complaining that a lot of the ‘criticism’ I see about Karl is actually rather insensitive towards his ADHD. I got a lot of responses to that post, and the most common sources of confusion I saw were:

People not understanding what I was saying they should avoid being judgmental of, or-

People who didn’t know that Karl had ADHD or didn’t understand which behaviors were caused by it.

First of all, Karl has confirmed that he has ADHD.

(NOTE: Yes, I know he said ADD. ADD and ADHD used to be categorized as separate disorders, but in the most recent edition of the DSM, it was decided that they are both simply subtypes of the same disorder- ADHD is the correct technical term. ADD is still sometimes used as shorthand by some practitioners to diagnose primarily-inattentive ADHD, but it's a bit outdated.)

Secondly, that original post made me realize that a lot of people who may be well-meaning may genuinely not fully understand ADHD and its symptoms as well as they want to or think they might. If you aren’t aware, Karl isn’t the only one in the DSMP with ADHD- to my understanding, both Technoblade and Dream have confirmed that they have it as well. So, I thought it would be helpful to put together a comprehensive crash-course on ADHD symptoms and how they effect people’s behavior!

Now, before we go further, I want to address something- as I said earlier, I saw some people unsure of whether certain behaviors are ADHD or “just his personality”. I feel the need to point this out above the read more so people will see it. To answer this question, as someone with ADHD;

A lot of times, it’s both. ADHD is a neurodevelopmental disorder, meaning that it’s caused by the way your brain developed from birth. A lot of the symptoms and effects of ADHD are extremely influential towards the way we think, act, and behave, to the point where “symptoms” and “normal behavior” really don’t have a clean differentiation. This is why it’s technically classified as a ‘disorder’, instead of an illness. While certain aspects of it can require treatment, the condition itself as a whole is not something to be mitigated or eliminated- it’s a part of who we are as a person. This is also why sometimes, even if you don’t have ADHD, you’ll look at certain specific behaviors or experiences and go “Oh, but I do that too!”. A lot of ADHD ‘symptoms’ are just a bunch of normal traits or behaviors, but in combination with each other and some actually problematic aspects, form the appearance of the disorder.

So, what are you allowed to nitpick about it? Well, there’s no real ‘authority’ on this, and even if there was it certainly wouldn’t be me. But if you want my opinion? Nothing.

See, here’s the thing- what I was trying to say when I made that post was not that you can’t be critical of Karl. If you want to say something about his Actions, his Ideals, or the content he creates- sure, go for it, that’s fair. I will agree that there are some very valid and constructive points to be made. But when you post ‘criticism’ about the way he speaks, his interests or preoccupations, his personal behaviors? That’s not criticism. That’s just judging someone.

And you’re allowed to think that stuff! Nobody can control what annoys or bothers them. It doesn’t necessarily make you a bad person. But you don’t need to be vocal about it. You can keep your mean thoughts to yourself. And if you do make posts or communities or whatever about judging someone for things they can’t change about themselves, don’t call it “criticism” or try to morally justify it. It’s not productive or righteous, it’s just rude. Nothing else.

Anyway. Back to Education!

The following will be a descriptive list of visible ADHD behaviors, using Karl’s behavior as examples.

I feel the need to add a disclaimer here- I am not a mental health professional. However! I have ADHD myself, I have taken some psychology courses and done a Lot of research into this stuff, and I’m the daughter of a therapist with access to a DSM. While I’m not an expert, I’d like to think I’m fairly well versed and knowledgeable on at least ADHD. (That being said, if by chance anyone who Is a professional sees this post and notices mistakes, by all means let me know and I’ll fix it!!)

WHAT IS ADHD?

You’re here for the behaviors more than the science, so I’ll keep this short and sweet. ADHD is Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (Known in the past as Attention Deficit Disorder). Despite its name, the root problem of ADHD is not in the person’s ability to pay attention, but their brain’s capability to manage itself. In simple terms, people with ADHD have a lot less control over what their brain does and wants. This results in some behavioral differences along with some personal challenges, namely a difficulty with attentiveness and self-discipline.

Now, onto the symptoms!

ATTENTION

This is perhaps the most visible and pervasive of the ADHD symptoms, hence why it’s the namesake. Inattention is a lack of focus and an inability to stay present and occupied with certain tasks or thoughts.

Because ADHD impairs self-management of the brain, people with it have an extremely hard time directing themselves anywhere but where their brain instinctively wants to go. This results in inattentiveness and the easiness of distraction that is often mocked or stereotyped for people with ADHD.

Here are some examples of how Karl can sometimes display his inattentiveness;

When he has an idea that he seems passionate about, only to drop it or switch to something totally different without warning soon after (either forgetting or getting bored of his original idea).

When he sets out to do something like a build, works on it for a short amount of time, and then immediately gives up or gets someone else to do it.

When someone else is talking and he totally zones out. (NOTE: While I wont make a whole section for it because it’s not easily observable, maladaptive (constant and intrusive) daydreaming is a common ADHD symptom as well!)

It’s important to remember that the whole problem with ADHD is that we can’t control when or what we focus on. When someone with ADHD zones out during a conversation or activity, it doesn’t mean they’re doing it on purpose, and they likely don’t mean any offense! We often are trying our best to listen or participate, but our brain just wont cooperate.

However, inattention is not the only way ADHD effects our focus. There’s also what’s called hyperfocus or hyperfixation, which is when we are so absorbed into a single subject, task, or idea that it is extremely difficult to get us to think about or do anything else. This is usually because our brains have found something that is getting those satisfaction chemicals flowing, and it’s clinging to that with everything it’s got.

People with ADHD will often experience brief periods of hyperfocus. Think of how Karl talks about spending hours straight working on a build or project without eating or drinking, or how he’ll sit down to play a game with someone and end up going six hours without even noticing.

There are also hyperfixations, where someone with ADHD becomes extremely preoccupied with a certain subject, topic, etc. for a period of time. These can be short term- personally, my hyperfixation can sometimes change as quickly as a couple weeks at a time. However, it can also be long term. Karl has been obsessed with Survivor since the second grade- not to mention his memorabilia, rambling, and constant references to Kingdom Hearts.

HYPERACTIVITY/STIMMING

This is a BIG one for Karl. I should clarify; ‘stimming’ is not a technical term, and in professional situations these behaviors are just referred to as Hyperactivity. However, I personally like the term stimming much more and find it far more accurate to what the behaviors actually are, so I’ll be using that instead for this post.

If you’re not already familiar, ‘stimming’ (derived from ‘stimulation’) is an unofficial term used to describe consistent and abnormal patterns of physical and vocal behavior typically expressed by people with ADHD and ASD (Autism Spectrum Disorder). This includes things that people usually call fidgets or tics.

(NOTE: There are differences in how people with those two disorders stim. This post will explain stimming specifically from an ADHD perspective! ASD stimming is caused by very different factors and presents itself in much different ways. Do your own research if you’re curious!)

There are two major observable forms of stimming- physical and vocal. Karl expresses both VERY often! I’ll use examples for each type;

Physical Stims: Flapping his hands/arms, jumping up and down when he’s excited, twisting around into odd positions in his chair, throwing, hitting, or tapping things, standing up and pacing around when he’s hyped up or laughing, twisting his rings, etc.

Vocal Stims: When he gets excited and repeats a certain phrase incessantly (Think any variation of “I’m popping off”), making certain repetitive noises while he’s focused on something or bored (”la la la”, the meow-noises, the weird heart-beat noise, etc.), singing or humming, tongue clicking.

It should be noted here that it’s pretty common for people with ADHD to get “stuck” on certain phrases or noises, and be unable to stop repeating them (reminiscent of echolalia, a symptom of ASD, but not the same thing). Think of how Karl might sometimes keep making a weird noise for an extended period of time even though it’s not that funny, or that one time he was physically struggling to keep himself from singing the Bakugan theme. These repetitions are completely impulsive and trust me, we usually know how annoying it is while we’re doing it, but we physically cannot stop.

ADHD stims are caused by the fact that the barrier between our brain and body is much weaker than a normal person’s. Because of this, most ADHD stims are actually very positive expressions of joy, excitement, or enthusiasm! Y’know how when you get excited, you feel like you wanna jump or dance? The ‘hyperactivity’ of ADHD is basically just that, but we don’t have the self-control to Not do it.

Stims can be caused by negative feelings like overstimulation, but in ADHD this is not nearly as common. Usually, the most negative reason we’ll stim is when we’re bored- in that case, our brain isn’t getting the Constant Stimulation that it naturally wants, so stimming is a way to make our own.

Whatever the cause, stimming is natural and impulsive. While different people experience it to varying degrees, those who regularly stim typically have little to no control over it. Suppressing stims is very hard and very frustrating to do.

Besides that, like I said- ADHD stims are often an expression of joy, excitement, or enthusiasm. They’re a beautiful thing that shouldn’t be seen as shameful or annoying!

BEHAVIORAL DIFFICULTIES

ADHD is a disorder which causes a lack of self-control. Naturally, this means that people with ADHD are inherently reckless, impulsive, and struggle with a lack of self-discipline that they cannot fix.

Of course, people with ADHD do still have some level of self-control, and they are still responsible for conscious, long-term behavioral patterns and decisions. However, in regards to most things, they are much, much less capable of controlling themselves than an average neurotypical person is.

These are some examples of how this will often present itself in Karl;

Excessive rambling, dragging on a joke or conversation when it could and should probably have been dropped, etc.

Speaking over or interrupting other people (NOTE: As someone with ADHD- THIS IS ALMOST ALWAYS UNINTENTIONAL. I know it can seem rude or annoying but I promise, 90% of the time if someone with ADHD talks over you, they either didn’t realize or physically couldn’t help it. Please try to be patient!)

Lack of awareness towards social cues (NOTE: Unlike ASD, in which the person is incapable of/has problems fully understanding social cues, ADHD results in a lack of awareness. For whatever reason, we’re often just not paying close enough attention to pick up on things like body language, tone of speech, and facial expression as well as we would normally.)

Indecisiveness and overthinking

Bluntness, lack of subtlety

Unintentional dismissiveness, accidentally ignoring things/people (NOTE: Again, this behavior is purely accidental. In this case, it’s usually just the person genuinely not hearing or processing things.)

Making noises, speaking, joking, etc. at inappropriate times

There’s probably more, but I think you get the idea by now. A lot of the time, behavior which results from ADHD can be seen as rude, lazy, dismissive, or otherwise intentionally harmful. In reality, we just aren’t wired to navigate common social interaction with grace.

In Karl’s case, he’s clearly an incredibly sweet, empathetic, and kind-hearted person, if the various close friends who have talked about him are to be believed. Just because he talks over people or makes a poorly timed joke, that doesn’t mean he meant any harm.

I think that’s about it for how much I wanted to point out! You can do more research if you’re curious, but I feel like this post should be enough to tell you what to keep in mind and be understanding about when talking about/making judgements on Karl, and other people with ADHD.

#sorry if this is longwinded but I had a lot to say so [shrug]#karl jacobs #dsmp #dream smp #dreamwastaken #ghost.txt

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maddieinwonder · 3 years

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A Lesson In Romance #2: Opposites Attract

Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Plot: Reader keeps getting caught in rom-com situations with Spencer Reid. This time, they become friends.

A/N: I can't believe I rewrote this chapter, like, 5 times, but I'm kinda happy with the final result 😌😌😌 Again, my ask is open if you want to send me a trope request!

Masterlist | All chapters here!

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Contrary to popular belief, you've watched your fair share of rom-coms. Or at least enough to understand its three-act structure, even if you didn't understand why people bought into it just yet.

Take the concept of "opposites attract" for example. Two people with completely different interests and personalities are supposedly perfect for each other because they compensate for the other's weaknesses. But it was illogical, you knew this for a fact.

Opposites attract had your college roommate crying herself to sleep when she decided to date a popular jerk-wad. Opposites attract caused your best friend to transfer schools after a cruel Valentine's Day prank. Opposites attract made your dad divorce your mum and leave you and your siblings alone at the ripe age of eleven.

But according to rom-coms, these relationships were worth it. There was nothing sweeter than a shy person complementing a loud bully, or nothing that screamed sexual tension more than a practical joker tormenting a goody-two-shoes.

For your entire life up until this point, you just didn't get it. But then you met Garcia and Morgan, and things began to make sense.

The two of them couldn't be further apart. Derek was a typical player — traditional good looks, muscular, was probably a jock in high school. Penelope, on the other hand, dressed in bright colours and even brighter hair. She seldom left her office — which, for the record, was covered wall to wall with cuteness — and cared about her technology like it was an extension of herself.

At first, you didn't understand why they were so close. They were basically polar opposites. But when one of your first cases with the BAU hit too close to home for the usually cheerful tech analyst, you watched Derek drop everything he was doing to gently support her through it.

This was enough to make you rethink your theory. And if you were being really honest, it was enough to make you yearn for something like that for yourself.

Because the thing is, you hadn't stopped thinking about the shy, awkward man you met at the coffee shop. Even more so now that you were working together, and you found out that he was a certifiable genius with an IQ of 187.

To add to your surprise, you and Spencer weren't opposites — not in any material way, at least. You couldn't say otherwise when you only knew the things that everybody else knew.

Like how the two of you had qualifications in psychology (he had a B.A., you had a PhD), loved Doctor Who (he preferred Tom Baker, but you were partial to David Tennant), and shared a favourite movie genre in science fiction, but specifically space opera (he loved Star Trek, you were nostalgic for Star Wars).

And that was just the beginning.

You begun to realise little things about him every day that you noticed in yourself. The obvious one was your coffee preferences. You pretended not to notice when the team raised their eyebrows at the three full spoons of sugar you added to your coffee everyday.

But you also noticed the way Spencer bounced his leg when he was nervous, or moved his mouth when he was reading at that unbelievable pace.

You watched him so often, in fact, that one day you found yourself doing his trademark awkward smile and you realised your silent observations had gone too far.

In reality, you hadn't spoke to him alone for more than 10 minutes since you joined the team. The two of you were always around other people for some reason or other, and after the first few weeks passed like this, the expiry on talking to him about the coffee shop incident seemingly ran out.

Then one morning, when the coffee machine at work broke down and you were beginning to think this was the start of a very bad day, a cup of coffee was gently placed in front of you.

"Good morning," Spencer greeted, pulling over the chair from his desk to sit next to you. His held his own cup of coffee in one hand.

You recognised the logo as the coffee shop where you met him. The same one you'd been avoiding since you started working here. (Ok, so maybe the reason you hadn't spoken about the incident wasn't entirely due to external forces.)

"What's this for?" You asked, as if you didn't already know.

"A peace offering," he said, locking eyes with you. "I haven't seen you at the coffee shop in three weeks, which coincides exactly with the day we met and your first day at the BAU. I've... I've come to the conclusion that you're avoiding me, but I really hope you won't."

"Why?" You asked, reaching for the warm takeaway cup.

"Because I'd like to get to know you better." He said frankly. You were glad you hadn't taken a sip yet, because you might have spit it out in shock.

In the rom-coms you watched, confessions like these usually happened to a swell of music and dimmed lights, maybe while the two main characters were dancing in each others arms. But under the fluorescent lights at the bureau, you only felt your heart swell to an imaginary soundtrack.

"So would I," you replied, smiling despite yourself. You couldn't believe you just compared a rom-com scenario to real life, but watching Spencer's smile widen at your reply made the critic in you subside. His smile was, strangely, beautiful to you now.

"You're lucky I remembered your order," he teased, his pinkish cheeks weren't beyond your notice.

"Spencer. We share the same coffee order and you have an eidetic memory," you replied dryly.

"I know," he said, and the two of you locked eyes for a moment before breaking into a bout of laughter over the absurdity of your relationship.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the unusual sight had caught the eyes of the other members in the bullpen. But it was only the next morning when you and Spencer walked into the office with matching cups of coffee, that the team confirmed that something was definitely up.

And they were going to find out what.

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