#but seriously.. i hate asking for $ so know that i dont do this lightly

[cinnamon-grump]

If y’all know me, you know I hate asking for help…. So I’m very sorry to have to now.

I start a new (part time) job next tuesday.. but I gotta get gas to make it there before I’ll get paid. If you can help, anything at all would be so much appreciated!

Paypal

Venmo

Cashapp

It’s totally cool if you can’t/don’t want to.. sharing is of course helpful too

I can do some quick sketches / phone doodles in return, just message me and lmk if you want! I’m open to drawing most things (within reason..) here’s some recent examples, and my art tag

[regretisstoredintheme]

Hey! I noticed your requests are closed, but I wanted to send this in (otherwise I’ll forget hehe, so please take your time and respond to it when you are free again! I’m not the anon who asked for a reader that sleeps a lot, but I relate to it deeply, (my longest was 23 hours straight!) what got me thinking about that scenario (specially Donnie and Leo) is that you implied that they would do something to reader if they realized they were trying g to avoid them by sleeping (and honestly mood) what do you think it would be the worst they could do do a reader that snapped at them if they didn’t let them sleep? I don’t mean snap lightly, I mean dont-care-of-the-consequences-if-dying-is-on-the-table-so-be-it-then-im-letting-out-everything-i-wanted-to-tell-you-psychopath-I-hate-you-so-much-this-isnt-love-I’ll-bite-if-you-come-near-you-make-me-sick-let-me-sleep-kinda of snap? Honestly I’ve been waiting for a reader scenario where they just snap. Don’t care of the consequences whatsoever and let’s outbeveything they have endured, they are just fed up, you know?

Anyways, if you aren’t up to write it I understand it! Just wanted to see the kind of reaction and what length they(turtles) can endure from “reality” breaking over and reader finally saying how f up what they are doing

I don’t even know if you remember this ask, but I still think it’s really interesting!!! The only reason I didn’t end up writing for this one was because I wanted to give a oneshot in response, but I stressed myself out too much abt it 😔😔 anyway! I figured if I’m cleaning out my inbox, I should at least give it a try!

The hcs they’re talking about is this one!

Warning: obsessive behavior, manipulation, yandere aspects, evil evil evil

Donnie and Leo definitely have one thing in common— their “I can fix it” mentality.

You hate him, you say? Could never forgive him, you say? Think he’s the scum of the earth? Don’t worry, Leo’s not gonna let you think that way. He’ll twist this back into the shape he wants, easy peasy. His main goal is to make you feel bad. Seriously bad. Hes apologizing, on his knees, waiting for you to come back to him. Sure, the door’s still locked, but what does that matter? He’s so sorry, can’t you tell? Come back to him, let him take care of you again, don’t think anymore… surely he won’t starve you this time!

“You think I wanted to do this to you? All I’ve ever done is care for you, I made a mistake! Please, sweetheart..”

Your words sting, it stings harder than your silence, Donnie realizes. Maybe it was better when you were quiet, then you wouldn’t hurt him so much with your words. You truly hate him, don’t you? Fine. He’ll let you sleep. And sleep. And sleep. That is, until he comes up with a solution. You’re a lot nicer to look at when your face isn’t contorted in anger, he thinks, remembering a time when you didn’t know how twisted he was. In that moment— his solution appears. Just as he made a cure for your sleepiness, he cured your hate, too. When you wake up, you’ll have no memory of this.

“Rise and shine, dove. Who am I? Don’t you remember? We’re partners!”

[princessbrunette]

this is so specific but we all know that grey coors light muscle tank that jj wears in season 1 i’m pretty sure, but imagine him waking up to reader wearing that shirt NO BRA dude would go fully teenage boy mode and just stare at your chest cause like HELLO THEY ARE ALMOST SPILLING OUT

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he wakes up quite literally a minute before you, sitting up on his side of the bed as he wakes up fully, rubbing his hands over his eyes. he didn’t remember falling asleep that night, just that he’d passed out after giving it to you for a solid hour, sweaty and spent. he hasn’t even noticed you yet, more so what you’re wearing — because when you stir and he turns half around to check on you, he quite literally forgets how to breathe.

you’re on your back, blankets jostled around your legs as you stretch— eyes still blissfully shut. you must’ve pulled his shirt on before you’d fallen asleep, and he had to say you wore it better than he ever could. it hung loose on you, the large armhole gaping, pulled a little across your chest to the point where the fat of your tit spilled out the side, had it been peeled any further to the right and your nipple would be on display.

“good lord, good morning to me.” he rasps, yawning and your eyes flutter open, a soft smile on your face as you reach a hand toward him, stroking the skin you could reach.

“hi, jayjie.” you hum, and he’s convinced you could have called him any name — because he’s not listening to a word, eyes on your tits.

“you know i thought i looked pretty good in that shirt, but holy mother of mary you’re wearin’ the shit out of it. like, seriously. you kinda just woke my dick up too.”

you giggle, looking down at yourself with one eye as you rub the sleep out of the other. you pull the material so you’re more decent, much to his dismay.

“i forgot i put it on.” you sit up slowly, stretching once more and arching your back, hard nipples from the cool morning air sticking through the light grey fabric. he stares for another moment before he just can’t stop himself.

“i hate to ask this of you so early in the mornin’ but uh— please let me touch them.” he rushes out, eyes wide and saucepan-like and you roll your eyes tiredly, taking his hands and pressing them to your tits.

“dont have to ask, jj. they’re yours to grab whenever you want.” you pur, knowing the effect it’ll have on him. he keels over a little from his now knelt position.

“oh wow— okay, yeah saying that kinda thing is totally unfair. you know that’s gonna brick me up babe. c’mon.” he lightly scolds as he massages your chest, getting his moneys worth.

“such a shame jj… can i help you with it? the least i could do?” you flutter your lashes and gently paw at his chest so he lays back down, quickly sliding down his body and dropping kisses to his pelvis making his jaw drop.

“its like i made you in a freaking lab… jesus.”

“i just like breakfast in bed, jayj.” you giggle, starting to mouth at his tip as he reaches full stiffness. he tucks his tongue between his lips with a smile as he watches you, before commenting quietly.

“yeah. sausage n’eggs right? ow— okay, that’s my bad.” he’s met with your teeth sinking into his thigh.

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[t3ag3rs]

g e n s o - 1 3.

you groan feeling a sudden pressure hit your head as you wake up slowly in the infirmary.

fluttering your eyes you look around to see bakugou asleep in the chair by your side.

"what..?" you groan feeling disoriented, looking down you see your leg in a cast. "oh cmon...." you whine, waking up bakugou.

"goddamn your loud..." he mutters as he stretches, "took you long enough to wake up.."

"what happened? why am i here?" you ask signaling to your body and around you.

"okay so... you made it to the finals in the 1v1's... fought against me and thats why you're here.." he pauses, "but- you did get third out of everyone"

"really bakugou." you reply with a deadpan expression, "you really had to put me back in a cast after i had just gotten out of one?"

"its not like i was trying to genso!" he shouts, "would you rather me go easy on you and show everyone that you still cant beat me, or fight you like i would with everyone else to show that you are strong?" he asks with a scowl.

you widen your eyes as you realize his reason, "oh..." you look down, "thanks then.. i guess.." you mutter before looking up at him, "okay but seriously though howd i end up in here?? every time i get injured i somehow end up in here but i have no idea how..."

he clears his throat, "thats not important... but now since your up ill be heading out.. damn shitty hair forced me to stay here until you woke up.." he mutters standing up.

"oh.." you sigh slightly looking down. why do i feel kind of disappointed that hes leaving...?

he stops right before he exits, "for what its worth.. i think a lot of pros were impressed by our fight. you did well genso." he states before opening the door.

"thanks.." you mumble with a slight blush covering your cheeks.

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you limp into class slowly the next day.

as soon as you open the door, your crushed by mina, "oh my gosh! are you okay?? are you feeling better?? i was so worried y/n!" she rambles pulling away and checking over your body.

"chill out mina... at this rate shes gonna get hurt from you.." chuckles kirishima walking up to you with a soft smile, "how you feeling?"

"way better.." you chuckle, "okay but seriously though.. who took me to the infirmary?? because whenever i get hurt i always end up there, but i dont know how..."

"okay babe.. get ready cause its quite shocking..." giggles mina, "its yours truly... mr. bakugou katsuki over there..." she whispers while jabbing her thumb in his direction.

you let out a laugh, "hah! thats a good one..! but no really.. who is it..?" you sigh as your laughter dies down.

"we're being serious.." repeats kirishima with a slight grin.

you widen your eyes, "no fucking way..." you look at mina, "but he hates me..!"

"well he must hate you soooo much that whenever you get injured during class he just has to pick you up and rush you to the infirmary..!" she says sarcastically.

"yeah.. he did that during entrace exams too! i honestly thought you two were a thing.. kinda like an old couple yknow?" kirishima quips in with a grin.

"yeah exactly!" mina agrees, bouncing on her heels. "im sure everyone in class thinks it too from the way you two act around each other..! theres just- so much tension!" she squeals.

you clasp your hand over her mouth, "shush..!" you blush, pulling her away from bakugous hearing range. "you two are so loud..!"

"is someone getting flusteredddd...?" teases kirishima with a dopey grin.

"kiri!" you gasp, "youre supposed to be on my side here..!" you grunt slapping his arm lightly.

"no way..! do you like him..?" she asks with a slight whisper. "cmon tell ussss..!" she repeats, poking your shoulder.

you blush heavily, "n-no..! i mean- i dont think so..! ughhh.. i dont know- im not sure..!" you respond frustrated.

"yknow what i just heard?" says mina with a grin, "i like him i just dont wanna accept it!!" she answers with enthusiasm.

right as you start to open your mouth mr. aizawa walks in. "this conversation isnt over..!" you whisper before sitting down in your seat.

"listen up everyone" sighs aizawa, "the hero offers for each one of you have came in..." he says before turning on the projector and presenting the results.

you widen your eyes as you find your name with 3632 offers, "geez... thats a lot.."

"now since you all have made a name for yourselves today you all will be figuring out your hero names." states aizawa, "to help with that midnight will be monitoring over you all" he says welcoming midnight to the front before walking out.

you look at the slate on your table. cmon... whats a hero name i can use..? you think groaning slightly.

"can you stop whining genso?! i cant concentrate!" barks bakugou as he hits you in the head with his slate.

huh. maybe genso isnt a bad hero name... you let out a small smile before quickly scribbling it on your board and raising your hand, "im ready..!"

midnight smiles beckoning you to the front, "okay.. im gonna be known as the elemental hero: genso" you state with a small smile.

"traditional japanese! i love it!" claps midnight with a happy smile on her face.

"HEY I MADE THAT NAME UP GENSO! YOU CANT JUST USE THAT AS YOUR HERO NAME-" yells bakugou as he shoots up.

"well then... i guess i can thank you for your brilliant nicknames" you grin playfully, sitting down.

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you stare at the paper of offers with your eyebrows furrowed. which offer do i choose...? theres so many..!

soon the bell rings causing you to stand up and place the papers in your backpack. slinging it over your shoulder you head your way out.

"genso..!" calls a voice from behind you, "wait up."

you turn and see bakugou glaring at you, "what is it?" you ask slightly intrigued.

"where are you gonna go for your offer..?" he asks gruffly looking to the side.

"uhh.. im not sure yet. why..?" you ask slightly confused to why he wanted to know.

"you should go for endeavor... one of your weakest elements is fire no..?" he says walking beside you.

you nod a bit, "huh.. your right, maybe i might go for him then. what about you?"

"im going for best jeanist. he is the no. 4 hero for a reason so i might as well see what hes all about.." he mutters.

"really?" you ask incredulously, "i would never see you going for him to be honest... hes so reserved and well.. your so- not reserved..?" you say trying to sound as nice as possible about your true opinion.

"you calling me a mess genso?" he snarls, glaring at you.

"no..! not at all..!" you chuckle sheepishly. "okay well maybe i was..." you admit scratching your neck. he chortles slightly, causing you to widen your eyes in shock. "no way you just laughed..."

he suddenly snaps back to his original self, "the fuck you say..?" he says setting off mini sparks in his palm.

"well.. it was nice seeing you bakugou but ill be off- bye....!" you exclaim, quickly running away.

bakugou stared at you running off, chuckling to himself lightly.

what is this feeling...?

previous parts: pt. 0 0 / pt. 0 1 / pt. 02 / pt. 03 / pt. 04 / pt. 05 / pt. 06 / pt. 07 / pt. 08 / pt. 09 / pt. 10 / pt. 11 / pt. 12 next part: pt. 14 / pt. 15 / pt. 16

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[lavender-z-love]

Show | Light Yagami

Pairing | Enemies/Lovers?, Teasdere x Kamidere, Friends/lovers?

Genre | Fluff?, Angst?

Warnings | potential spelling errors because I was rushing to finisg this 💀

w/c | 1k w.

A/n | This is short, just trying to kick back into things. I been busy with school and I had a big creativity block. For like a year. Bare with me ♡

You fold your arms, with that smug face..he hated you for it, but he loved that about you.

"So..you want me to play...your girlfriend?" You laugh. Light grits his teeth in annoyance. Can't you just take this seriously?! After all, the both of you are pretty much in the same boat. You knew about the Death Note. You knew Light was Kira. You knew he had the Death note and you chose to aid in this. Though, to see Light himself ASKING for help was new.

"Can you not be childish for one minute" You stand, turning your back to him. Finding the situation funny...I mean THE kira is asking for help. He's got a god complex but so do you.

"Okay Im listening"

"Why not, Im always seen with you. I could use you for the next few days as an alibi"

...You look back at him with those gorgeous dark eyes. "Okay Kira~ I'll play your little game". Light jumps to his feet, covering your mouth. He scolds,"Don't! Say that so loud".

You grab his hand and pull it down,"So when does the show begin?"

"It starts now, I actually need you today. Since you've been to my house before it won't seem random or out of the blue."

Which..is what let to the present. Knowing there were under surveillance why not give them a show. You straddled light pinning him down by interlocking his fingers with yours. Poor thing, he's never been in this situation before. How is he supposed to act? You on top of him with the knowledge of cameras watching the both of you, Ryuk possibly watching you both.

Your finger teasing against Light's lip.. "Light Baby"

He looks up at you, propping himself up on his elbows. "Y-Yes?" He asks, unsure of what you might say. Surely enough, he has an idea you're up to something as you chuckle. "What do you think about Kira–"

You could see his eye twitch in annoyance.."Why..bring him up..Y/n?" You found it hard to hold in your laughter...

"Well, I do find him pretty admirable. I think..he's pretty hot." You say smirking down at Light. Light scoffs,"You say this– in front of your boyfriend?.."

You boop his nose and pout at him. "I should be honest with my boyfriend right?"

His eye twitches. Its clear you're trying to annoy him and hes aware. He flips you over, him his hands rest on both sides of your head. "Wont you..not talk about other men in front of your boyfriend?"

"Oh dont take it personal Light-"

Light cuts you off, "Y/n. Am I, not enough?". He states, looking down at you with sad eyes. Its almost like, he ment it. For the first time, Light manages to make you feel bad. You smile and reach up to brush his hair past his eyes. "Oh Light. You're more than enough." Yet he reminds silent, still looking down at you. "Light, Im– sorry, I should stop messing with you like that."

Light smirks, "Not necessarily, you dont have to stop. I like it...sometimes." He chuckles lightly. You cup his face. "Oh you like it when I mess you all the time. I heard that hesitation. Light scoffs. "Oh..whatever. Maybe."

You both laugh. You both go quiet, glaring at one another not even taking in the slightly suggestive position you're both in...Light cups your face– slowly, gradually getting closer to your face as your hands found their way to his shoulders.

What seemed like the almost perfect moment ruined by dry laughter.

"I thought you guys were just acting?"

Light stopped moving closer to you, realizing what his unearthly companion had said. None the less..maybe you'd forgotten you were currently being watched by Ryuzaki and Mr. Yagami, but it didn't take you long to realize there were more ways to make this scene seem real.

You huffed and sat up. "LIght"

He nods at you with those dreamy eyes, waiting for you to speak. "Let's go out. Wanna do something?"

Light nods. "I'd love to."

Regardless acting or not Ryuzaki would fall for it..right?

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Written on September 22nd, 2024

[jaxinvasion]

Hey Jax do you think June and Dave would have a friendship fallout after SBURB?

hey hermit!! sure is surprise to see you here!!

to put it simply, i don't think so. i'd be surprised if that happened given how close the two are, haha. but! im interested in hearing where the thought comes from… tell me more!

for now, i guess i’ll give my general thoughts on pepsicola under the cut.

if you know me i probably seem like the #1 pepsicola hater but its not really true. im just an unfortunate victim of missing their romantic moments and letting fanon pepsicola take its place in my brain. and god. do i hate fanon.

see, my problem with fanon pepsicola, in addition to essentially being the proto-davekat as well as yaoi (if no june), is that it really throws a wrench in the two parties’ dynamic. like, i remember hitting up a friend one day and being like. “DUDE. I JUST REALIZED. PEPSICOLA WORKS IF. THEIR DYNAMIC DOESNT CHANGE.” to which he responded with “you thought it changed??”

fanon pepsicola in my eyes is far too romantic. (it also has a problem of being a little too focused on dave’s perspective. which i dislike. cuz that’s all everyone does- focus on the strider perspective.) and i dont want to rant too much about how june is so aro or ace or gray or etc in my head but like all june ships it plays a huge factor. (maybe i could make a post about it if anybody is interested?)

i don’t have much to say on dave’s perspective, so i’ll focus on june’s. i feel like while she wouldnt be AVERSE to a relationship with dave, it would just catch her way off guard. but she’d be down!! but once they enter a relationship, i can see things changing. remember the exchange between jane and jake along the lines of the following?

GG: Who CARES anymore. Go have some babies!!

GT: Woah!! Jane the decision to sire children with ones best bro is not to be taken lightly.

i feel like this is how june would approach a relationship with dave. she’d take it way too seriously and overthink it! i can see her doing both and kinda making things awkward? it’d change their relationship and i don’t think dave would rock with it ngl. he could deal with it for a little, but eventually i think he’d break it off. so sad!

…but i dont like to think that’d be the end of it. june and dave are super close, and i’d be surprised if they stopped being friends. ideally? they’d actually talk it out. it’d be a really tough thing for june to actually acknowledge her emotions and how she treats her friends, but it’d help a lot.

annd… yeah those are my thoughts on pepsicola. im a lot more fond of it as m/f, but that’s just cuz i dislike men. thanks again for your ask, hermit!!!

[enbyzombies2]

OK YAY, i thought it was cool but also i wouldve hated to make an ass of myself. Im also going to preempt everything i say here by insisting that im not normally this sadistic i swear. This is all fords fault <3

Theres a very interesting idea in an alien doctor just assuming ford’s body will handle it, dissolve and discorporate anything left behind- the type of medical negligence created just by plain ignorance. But youre right. I was being much more insane than that.

My initial thoughts were more along the lines of branding him- and i still really like the idea of him remaining oblivious to the indiscretion, a piece of something that should not be there carried with him. An internal thorn in his side that he can't identify, much less remove, without help.

But oh god. What if you didnt leave something small, that his body silently protests, and tries but ultimately fails to push out. What if it hurt. 

Assuring him that everything is fine once he's out of surgery, once the pain meds start tapering off and he starts to suspect something is wrong. Ford, after however many years surviving in the multiverse, is very familiar with his body, how it feels, his limits and pain tolerances. He starts worrying sooner than anyone else would that this pain isn't right- but you reassure him, and youre the one who cut him open, youre the one in charge of his care, so he tries to listen. He waits for the wound to heal, impatiently self-recording his recovery hour by hour. 

But it doesn't get better- maybe parts of it do, as his flesh begins to mend itself, but there's still something very wrong with the pain he feels, the dosage isn't nearly high enough for him to power through it, and with his tolerances it should be.

You seem concerned when he insists that somethings not right. He thinks youre listening to him, youre taking him seriously, and feels relieved when you lift away his gown to check the incision. You ghost your hands over his flushed chest, lightly pressing the wound, the expected bruising, but his pain responses are all within normal bounds, and you tell him as much. Your concern and focus drop away to boredom when you run out of things to check; you hover, for a second, over where you left those metal forceps tucked in between layers of muscle and fascia, but you dont push into his flesh there. You like them being there, and you want his body to accept them already- it wouldnt do to purposefully aggravate the area. He insists something isnt right, that you must have missed something, as you cover him back up and prepare to leave, so fine. You expand the estimate of his recovery time, place him on indefinite rest, get a nurse to constantly monitor his condition and make sure he doesnt try to get up until his wounds heal better. Subjecting the proud Ford Pines to the many indignities of that level of care, because despite how frustrating he finds being treated like this, didnt he ask for it? He can hardly argue against you keeping him in bed all day every day; he cant even sit up without crying out, let alone walk around. Really, youre doing right by him.

I dont know how long you could feasibly keep him like that, in a state he would refuse to accept, but as he continues to not improve you examine him again. You press against his wound, run a sanitized finger along your neat stitches- he's healing beautifully, doesn't he know that? The surgery went without a hitch, it was clean work. He nods, grits his teeth, suffers through it. It hurts, but it isnt what hurts, its not the problem. He knows its not the problem; he insists you find it.

Finally, your hands move away from the incision, to just above where you know you left those Allis. You gently press into the tissue, and watch as his face instantly strains and then slackens from the pain. Guess his body couldn't handle it, after all. Oh well, no harm done; at least now you know. “Is it here?” you redundantly ask, and he can't even respond- so of course you press a little harder, drinking in the way his face turns a shade paler, before easing up.

Yes, he says, when he finally can. It’s there.

You tell him youre so sorry for not finding this sooner; its only, this isn’t the part of his chest you operated on. His symptoms are consistent with some sort of internal injury, but it cant be the surgery that caused it.

“There's something else wrong with you?”

Guess you'll have to open him back up to find and fix it.

How much... could you get away with? How many things could you fill him with; how many foreign bodies that aren’t meant to be there could you sink under his skin, safe and secure and known only to you? How much could you alter his body without his knowledge, without his consent, under the guise of care?

Theres so much trust implicit in seeking medical care from a stranger, so its his body, sure, but hes not familiar with your techniques and technologies; theres a level of unease that he'll be forced to brush off. And no, you have other patients, youre not going to spend your time explaining these things that might be alarming to him; YOU know whats best for his body. If he wants your help he's going to have to act like it. 

And even once he does feel suspicious, how much could you get away with anyway? He needs your help; he wouldnt have come here in the first place if he didnt.  How many petty harms would he accept? In better circumstances, back home on Earth, not being hunted down or in constant fear for his life, of course he’d leave as soon as he didnt trust a doctor. Stanford always knows he knows best for himself; he'd leave for less. But what if he’s truly desperate? What if youre the only option? How many minor grievances will he grit his teeth and accept when he needs care that he absolutely cannot provide himself? (How many non-petty harms could you slip by, while he's focused on not crashing out about the running tally in his head, of ways your care has been suboptimal?) 

And when you do finally send him on his way, of course it's with his injuries fully healed- you are a doctor, you know what you're doing- but not without his body riddled with indelible marks, hidden in places only accessible by a scalpel.

um... i have other thoughts about this but doing it differently... however im uncharacteristically busy as shit today and i have kept you waiting long enough. i might write them up later. new kink discovered i guess oops

YESSSSSS

God. Leaving a permanent mark on him- in him. Not so easily removed and not so easily denied. It’s a similar thesis to aspects of pregnancy kink, something about owning another person’s body by adding a bit of yourself there. What is more emblematic of a surgeon than their tools?

And believe me, I wasn’t assuming it was something small. The most common things left in bodies post-op are often huge things like towels and scissors and even a 13-inch retractor. It’s not something that’s going to take time to realize is there- the pain is immediate and immense, overpowering, because he knows something is wrong as much as his body does. His body will still try to get it out of his body, attack it as best as it can, but you can’t just get rid of something so big- the body is meant to attack viruses, which are at best 300 nanometers, not a foot in length.

Waking up, Ford is probably just happy that it’s over once he wakes up, ready to recover and get back to his mission probably earlier than is recommended. Depending on the reason for the surgery in the first place, too, because something like a serious injury from an enemy is a much different upset and unfairness than like. A cyst. So when you tell him everything went well, he’s so relieved that in his drug-addled state, he thanks you, from the bottom of his heart. It’s sweet, and a beautiful moment between patient and doctor- to an outsider. To you, it’s a hilarious moment of irony that only you’re in on, one you have to keep yourself from laughing about when he’s still there- though, you could just let it out by laughing off his thankfulness and saying that it’s just your job, he has nothing to thank you for. But he does! Even when the meds wear off and it starts to hurt too much to think, he’s still thankful for your help. Pain is weakness leaving the body, right? It means he’s healing. Until it gets so bad that even he can’t handle it.

Ford has a high pain tolerance after everything, methinks. Even if he doesn’t, he can pretend- but now he can’t. It’s so bad that he can’t even pretend to be just fine, knows despite his stubbornness that he can’t just leave. He’s in tune with his body, kind of has to be after being out of control of it for so long (trauma responses, eh?), so he knows that something isn’t right. He shuts his mouth when you wave him off, tell him you saw everything and took care of him, you know his body better than he does. And maybe you do- you actually saw his insides and cut a piece of them out. He can’t say that. So he just lays in his bed and chats with the nurses when he can, both because they’re sweet and tell him some fun facts about interdimensional medicine, and because if he’s nice enough (or annoying enough) maybe they’ll up his dosage.

His wound heals, closes up, the stitches dissolve and/or the staples are removed, but there’s this presence there, this deep discomfort that worsens into pain whenever he moves even slightly. He knows this isn’t right, he knows himself, the pain wasn’t this bad even during the worst of times. He’s feverish and sweaty, so weak and tired. Wiping the sweat off his abdomen as you palpate it and listen to him fail to hold back a whine or grunt. It’s fine, you tell him, he’s probably just got a minor post-op infection, since he’s not from this dimension and his body is reacting to the foreign bacteria. He wants to accept this idea, but he’s been through so many dimensions already and gotten injured in most of them- there’s no reason for his body to react so poorly. You do the doctor thing of sighing and accusing him of thinking he knows more than you- he doesn’t have a medical degree, does he? Especially not one in interdimensional medicine. If he’s going to be so demanding, then fine, you’ll give him what he wants- if what he wants really is to stay here longer and risk being caught or getting you in trouble, high on opiates and barely conscious the whole time. (Also… hghgghghhh @ that description of the forceps in his body. I imagine them resting in the abdominal cavity, resting against his organs and pressing out against his abdomen itself…)

Here’s the thing- Ford is an interdimensional criminal. He is wanted across dimensional lines. You taking him in and taking care of him and keeping the authorities from finding him? That’s a favor one is indebted to for life, the life you saved. You could easily fix him up and send him straight to Bill, or not even waste your resources on him in the first place. But you didn’t, you helped him, and he should be eternally grateful for that. To get indignant and rude with you? To accuse you of such misconduct? That’s horrible. Even if you did mess up, what right does he have to be mad about it? It’s such an interesting thing, the idea of being indebted to someone for their humanity extended to you. And Ford, a survivor of such severe abuse; isolation and gaslighting and manipulation over potential years? Well, there are different reactions to being put in that position all over again, and they’re either to refuse to let it happen ever again, become defensive to a fault so that nobody will ever even think about it; or to faun to it, accept it because it’s all you know. How long you can keep him there depends on how far Ford is willing to be pushed.

Checking in on him on a daily basis to check his healing and see if there’s really something wrong. Pressing where it hurts, but not enough to clue him in to what’s going on there, just enough to jostle the clamp and make it hurt. Admiring his body that’s steadily losing its tone from being so sick, using so much energy to fight an invader that can’t be defeated. And fuccckckkkkk I love that description. Knowing it just hurts so fucking much and continuing anyway, asking when you know he can’t respond. His face going pale and drenched with sweat, and him choking on his own breath, jaw working as he tries to speak. And FUCK with convincing him it’s not your fault, he’s just… it’s not his fault. He didn’t do anything, though maybe him poking around didn’t help. He’s just so. Sensitive. Prone to issue. You tell him he’ll have to be opened up again and he fails to hold back his sobs. Reassuring him that you’ll take care of him, it’ll all be okay…

Do you think the nurses are in on it? The staff? They have to be to turn the cheek- that or you're just that good at hiding it. Do you think you've done this before, or is he the first? Does he just inspire the worst in people (it's the cute aggression lol)? I wonder if he'll ever figure it out, start going silent during your exams and watch your every move, "listen" to your reassurances with this knowing look on his face. Smiling at him and giving him a kind, reassuring touch that makes his face twist in barely contained rage that he knows he can't act out- you're completely in control, aren't you? He couldn't escape if he wanted to, not until you're done with him, find your work satisfactory. When you finally tell him he can leave soon, he doesn't let himself get his hopes up, figures there's something else you have prepared for him- and maybe you do, but it's not something he'd know for a long time, years down the line when he finds another doctor who can look at his X-ray in horror, asking how the hell any doctor worth their salt could let this happen? He stays silent.

[bigmack2go]

Since i made tjis tag i thought i might as well add onto it already so uh yeah… again: feel free to use this to explain the internet to ur parents

Emoji guide!!

💀: is like a way to laugh. Specially like a „bruh“ or „no she/he/they/you did not“, „i cant believe he/she/they/you did this“ or „there is no way they/you/she/he did this!“. Do not use this if someone died please!

😭: also a laugh. Dont ask. People use it differently but many people use it specifically when they are jokingly complaining or whining about something. Also when something is unbelievable and/or like a wheezing „what?!“ or „seriously?!“

🥺: we usually mock ppl w this saying they’re pick me (fishing for compliments)

🤠: i hate my life right now

😃😀: those are like a frozen smile and show that u highly dislike smt

🙂: im about to strangle someone and beat the shit out of them. When you need to take a deeo breath to keep cool

🙃: either mocking pedoph!les lt trying to creep someone out or saying that someone is creepy

😆: hAHa YoUrE So FuNnY (hint: youre not funny)

😁: ironically saying „look what I’ve accomplished��

🥹: is the version of „🥺“ that we actually use

🥲: can be „beautiful“ *wipes tear from eye* or like the office glance at the camera.

😇: i do not in fact have very good intentions

☺️: im gonna kill u. Kind of a „you did what now?!“ when u try to keep calm

😊: im so not okay right now and i hate my life or being proud in a bragging way

😉: make fun of pedoph!les

😌: uh-huh thats right. Im great (and u suck). OR „good girl“ yk?? Or being proud

😗: also a frozen smile kinda thing

😋: hehe mischievous

😝: mocking old ppl

🤪: ironic way of mocking pick me girls (aka girls that are fishing for compliments)

🤨: „thats what she said…“

🧐: „do you realise what youre saying??“

🤓: making a mocking voice

😎: mikedrop

🥸: are you aware that u sound like an idiot rn

🤩: IM GONNA BE A DOCTOR OR LAWYER OR SMT (i didn’t fail my maths exam for once)

😣😖: u gonna cry?/ go cry about it

😫: our generation is weird and has to make everything moaning. Sry but this is moaning.

😩: „OH COME ON!“

🤯: are you telling me you didn’t know this yet?

🥵: moking hot situations or saying „that was close“

🥶: „YOU GOT ROASTED“

😶‍🌫️: wasn me

😱: are you telling me u didn’t know this?

🤗: im so happy for u (i hate you and i don’t think u deserve shit and it’s not fair that i have smt i want. Fuck u)

🤭: you think im frightened of u?

🤔: ironic way to say „i wonder why“

🤫: i did smt haha

🤥: i did smt not-so-haha

🫠: „that was so embarrassing“ discompfot or blush or a way of showing a crush. Some people use it as that thing where j get rly angry and try to cover it up and then your eye starts twitching

🤥: haha wasn me (it totally was me and we all know it)

🫥: no ones laughing

😐😑: i cant w u

🫨: more ironic version of „🥶“

🤤: i want that

🙄😴: waiting

😮‍💨: why r u such an idiot? And why did god choose me to handle it?

😵- oh— (swallowing a laugh)

🥴: w h a t

🤢: exxeragating way to make fun of ppl

🤑: gimme gimme

🤡: u/i sound like an idiot. Also way to mock creeps

👹👺: when u make your voice all bellowish and/or come of creepy and weord

👽: he/she/they sounds like an idiot. Are they dumb? Or „girl—?“

👾: stop talking. Ur annoying and also no ones buying ur shit

✌️: often used ironically

🤌🏼: *cheffkiss*

🫰🏼🤏🏻: teeny weeny

🫴🏻: y tho

☝🏼: mhm (pretending to be an authority figure, usually in a lightly mocking way)

🖐️: oft used in combo w „😭“ to say „can i live??“

👁️👄👁️: heh

✍️: noted OR im writing u in my death note

🦶: stfu or what ur saying makes no sense

🫦: mockingly sexual

👣: ur onto smt

👀: „woOHP“ *swallows a laugh*, he said what?, offensive sideeye, looking forward to smt OR i may or me not be plning smt (im absolutely planning smt) aka what i says has double meaning

🗣️: no one wants to hear your bullshit

👼: opposite as 😇

💆: this isnt a massage. This is me desperatly holding my demples and taking deep breaths so i dont kill anyone

💅: fab. Its also kind of slang/ hidden way to say „gay“ and do the handflick thingy. At least it used to be idk

🧑‍🦯: ur not making any sense

🧍‍♀️: someone spunds like an idiot or idk what to do w myself/ this sotuation

🕴️: you are about to break into dancing

🕺💃: vibing w music

🎩/🎓: used to be like „ha look how smart i am because of tjis one thing i got right“ in a nonserious way but no one rly uses it anymore

💍: marry me (obv) but like in an easy way. You had a good idea and im flashed by it so im exerragating your genious so much i want to marry u. Thats just an example obv

👑: u dropped this

🦄: delulu

✨: to make a word fancy like precenting a banner u put one of these at the beginning and end of the word/phrase/sentence. This can br sarcastic or serious. In quarantine many people used this as general quote unquote marks

🌚🌝: hehe

🔥: pften used by bro-pal-guy-jocks to push a post by comenting

[11queensupreme11]

Unpopular opinion of the ROR fandom, I don't like that they pair gods with humans, don't get me wrong, I don't hate people who pair them but I don't really see the point. ☠️

An example is with TetonPosy (my favorite 🥰), I don't like Poseidon x Kojiro, seriously, I don't like it, unfortunately for me the fandom in Spanish (I don't know if the same thing happens in the English one), almost always (if not always) they pair it with Kojiro. And Poseidon never showed interest in Kojiro, instead he detested him, damn it, at which point Poseidon showed that he felt attached to the human that he considered inferior.

Also the fact that my favorite tenton died at the hands of the Japanese, and that he is old:( (all the other humans, even over 100 years old, look young and Kojiro doesn't, he looks like an old man; and he is (ignoring that the gods are greater than them). I don't like him per se, and Kojiro's appearance doesn't improve overall. For me (fucked personal opinion), seeing a couple where one looks young person with that appearance and being with someone with an elderly appearance is ... strange (sorry if it sounds controversial, but that's how I think

The people pairing Qin and Hades is another example, saying that they are kings of both worlds among other things, yes I admit that Hades recognized Qin but as far as I remember it was because it reminded him of Poseidon. They even dared to steal the phrase quoted by Poseidon and put it to Qin .😡

It's that of: a perfect god, blah blah, I don't remember what else was about the phrase (I forgot it)

They pair Shiva too much with Raiden when it has been shown that they have partners (Shiva) and canonical love interest (Raiden if I remember correctly)

Adam and Zeus, seriously, I have to explain this. (If there are people who match them)

Buddha and Zengoku (was that the boy's name?) I see them as a relationship like brothers in general, I see relationships with Buddha as a friend-brother, not romantically except with Bruhilde although we all know that she doesn't even fight Buddha)

I won't bother getting into incestuous pairings (cough cough HadesPose) because they are Greek, (reference to incest in Greek mythology)

I would talk more but I got tired of typing so much, so I'll leave it here. And another additional thing, it doesn't bother me that it's bl or gl, what bothers me is that I can't find where they come from to match them and the other one is a fighting manga/anime and in their fandom the only thing which pairing is more popular.

Man, it's an anime about fighting to literally survive mass extinction in humans (reminds me of the end of shingeki in the rumble) and the only thing I find when I look for them is two guys fucking or other things (sorry for the vulgarity )

And The same thing happens in another fandom that I was previously in, which was Bungou Stray Dogs, If you have the opportunity I recommend it to you, it's good (you can ignore my stupid suggestion), that happens with two characters Chuuya and Dazai that the fandom ALWAYS pairs them up, literally whenever they have the chance.

And that's annoying, your fandom with the soukoku , and their ships are toxic, if you talk about something bad about soukoku they hate you.

lLiterally, one is a former mafia executive with serious problems that he takes lightly and the other is a gangster, where do you see how tender it is for a A relationship. And then they become stupid (x2 sorry for my criticisms without argument) that they loved each other in the port, blablabla.

lI'm sorry for complaining without solid arguments to support me and adding another fandom to something that has nothing to do with it, but I seriously hate that in fandom the first thing they ask you is: What pairings do you like? (It has happened to me with ror in face groups :( when romance is not the central thing in ror

i don't ship anyone in ror tbh, ror is one of the manga/animes where i dont ship anyone cuz im just so focused on the future fight matchups. but im pretty sure ppl are shipping the gods with their human opponents because they interacted with each other the most, which makes for good shipping material.

but not all characters in a ship need to have interacted with each other in canon.

one thing you gotta know about shipping, is that it doesn't need to make a point. it doesn't need to make sense. people pretty much just ship what they want. it's just a fun lil thing, we're basically little girls playing with our barbie dolls and making them kiss each other 🤷‍♀️ it doesn't matter if character a canonically hates character b's guts and would never romantically like them, or if character c and character d never interacted.

literally one person just needs to take a look at these characters and go "hmmm i think they would go well together" and bam, a ship is born. there doesn't need to be a reason or a point to it

but i get what you mean about how shippers annoy you. lately jjk shippers are starting to annoy me too (they doxx and bully ppl who like over ships they dont personally like, and accuse boy x girl shippers of homophobia because of it 💀 ppl really need to stop acting as if their gay ship is a form of activism, its not). i haven't seen any toxicity in the ror fandom over their ships yet and that's probably because the fans aren't from america (which is where the majority of those crazy toxic shippers are from)

when an anime/manga's fandom gets too toxic for me, i honestly just stay away. i focus more on reading theories and analyses rather than admire fanarts featuring a ship and stuff like that, which helps in twitter cuz my timeline changes

[heartsoulspiritelite]

Jack Perry x Darby Allin

Summary- Darby was having one of the best dreams of his life, until he was awoken by some loud ass knocking at 3:00 am on his hotel room door.

He silently cursed who ever was at the door and wished for them to go away. But they did not so he drowsily walked to the door getting ready to lecture the hell out who ever woke him up until he seen who was outside his door.

Jack Perry- who was drunk?..

 

       

  Drunken feelings

Darby was having one of the best dreams of his life, all sprawled out on his comfy bed, shirtless and cuddled in between his pillows, his mind at peace after being stressed all week- that was until he was awoken by some loud ass knocking at 3:00 am on his hotel room door.

He silently cursed who ever was at the door and wished for them to go away. But of course they did not. So Darby got up, put some pants on and drowsily walked to the door getting ready to lecture the hell out who ever woke him up until he seen who was outside his door.

Jack Perry.

his half lidded eyes opened in surprise.

He was crying..? what. It gave him a weird feeling, like his heart dropping, Jack was swaying unsteadily, his usually vibrant eyes clouded with tears, and his perfect curly hair a mess.

"H-hey darby, you're so cute did you know that?" He giggled through his tears, His giggles didn't last long because his face dropped and a new set of tears ran down his face

He smelled strongly of alcohol.

Oh he was drunk. Well damn now he has to let him in, or... nah he'd be a dick to leave him out in the hall drunk. Anyways he wants to hear more about what drunk Jacky has to say.

"Jack its three in the morning, what the hell are you doing here?" He asked crankly

The boy must have been a very sensitive drunk because he teared up even more at that.

"I-Im sorry, i don't-hiccup- know wha myy room nuumberr is" Jack explained while slurring his words. He seemed very small in this present moment, very vulnerable and worried.

"How'd you know mine?"

"I dont know, i didn't know where else to go, im sorry"

"Well damn. Fine come in" He welcomed Jack in

Jacks cheeks were a bright red and still had tears running down them. This really concerned Darby, He doesn't know Jack to well but their paths had crossed quite a bit in AEW, and he knows jungle boy enough to know that he rarely drinks especially like this.

He led Jack to the couch and grabbed him some water and pills to help calm himself down.

Jack gladly took the water and downed it along with the pills.

"So..." Darby started

"I hate you, I hate you so much" Jack rambled on while sobbing again

What?

"What'd i do?" He asked confused

"Why do you always have to get into peoples heads? Why, I could've won that belt. I could've took it away from Max. But no i couldnt. I couldnt hit you with that belt. I just couldn't bring myself to do it! Its all your fault!" Jack almost yelled frusterated

"Well tell me Jack, why? Why couldn't you hit me with the belt?" Darby stated boldly while standing infront of jack staring him in the eyes.

Jacks gaze went down and he stated picking at the sheets beneath him while sniffling

"I-i dont know, i didn't want to cheat and i-i didn't want to seriously hurt you, yknow? I would have felt awful, i couldn't do that to you. For some reason you mean a lot to me" He whispered softly while still looking at the ground with his hair covering his face.

The skeleton boy's heart fluttered at this confession and his gaze softened

He crouched down a bit to be a jacks level and moved the crying boys hair out of his face and lightly raised his chin and looked him in the eye.

"You mean a lot to me to Jack, i dont know why i really dont. But i can't get you out of head" he whispered with a small chuckle

Jacks eyes slightly widened

"Really?.." He asked sobering up more

"Yeah.."

Both men smiled and slowly leaned in until their lips met in a small, gentle, kiss they both needed.

With these new found feelings both boys slept in Darbys bed all cuddled up and warm. Both happier then before. Jack may forget many details in the morning but Darby would be happy to re visit them in the morning.

~

~Cross-posted on wattpad & ao3~

[sportsnet]

get to know me (tyler if you didn't know)

thanks @nicohischier for the tag...i guess...

do you make your bed

Like. when i clean my room yeah but i do that maybe once every few weeks so i guess no i do not make my bed. reason? lazy and also why im going to get right back into it the moment im home favourite number?

7 just like every other person bc im boring apparently but also its bc when i was a kid i needed to make a password for a device and my mom told me to do 7 bc her bday is on the 7th so my password was 7777 for YEARS (it is not anymore) and it just stuck what’s your job?

graduating hs in approx...6 days apparently so ig student(which isnt a job but shhh) but only for 6 more days but THEN once august hits im going to be a student once again (college...yay) if you could go back to school, would you?

this really wasnt meant for graduating hs students was it. can you parallel park?

i cant drive :( do you think aliens are real?

yes. and unlike rayleene it IS because i believe that there's a whole civilized society hanging out a few billion light years away. mostly bc i just think that the universe is so big (to put it lightly) that i just refuse to believe that there aren't other sentient lifeforms out there. plus the world is so big and scary and if we are the only ones out in that world then it gives the existence of humans more meaning than i think we need/deserve and then i start freaking out

can you drive a manual car?

still cant drive :( guilty pleasure?

honestly probably fanfiction at this point. multiple times ive considered the idea of seriously stopping consuming it bc i just feel that it takes up so much of my time. time that i could be using to do other stuff that are actually useful to me like sometimes people ask me if i have hobbies and i find that the answer is no? because i spend so much time reading fanfiction so in a way ig it IS my hobby because reading is a hobby its just that people usually mean books but unfortunately telling people my hobby is reading fanfiction violates the social norms of our society so i end up feeling guilty about it tattoos?

dont have any (underage. not that its stopped multiple of my friends lmao) and honestly dont plan on getting any for multiple reasons 1. on a surface level its bc im very very scared of needles 2. on a deeper level its bc im pretty scared of commitment and making irreversible choices and i dont think i genuinely have anything meaningful in my life that i would want to get put on my skin if i want to showcase my interest and love for something id rather just get a poster for it idk favourite colour? purple!! not bc of bts (preview for my answer to the next question) but bc i just think its neat :] favourite type of music? im a kpop fan i will admit ;-; but also i do listen to a lot of pop, rap, and hiphop in general do you like puzzles?

lowkey no bc i get really frustrated if it takes me too long to do something any phobias?

needles and blood. like one time (a few months ago) my school held a blood drive and i decided to do it bc if i did id get a cord for my graduation and also my friend was doing it. when i went i was a little anxious but it wasnt horrible. however, by the time they started checking my iron i was a little more stressed and by the time they finished checking my iron (which involved pricking my finger and getting my blood which i watched and this was my mistake) and told me i was good to go to the donation area i was feeling very anxious and stressed and this is all a long winded backstory to me saying that i fainted the moment i stood up after getting my iron checked before i could even start donating blood

fun fact: still ended up getting the cord because apparently i "tried" favourite childhood sport? i guess at some point i loved tennis as a kid since i begged my mom to play it as a kid. this didnt turn out well as i ended up hating it after a few years but was forced to continue by my mom to the point that i would get like stress stomach aches bc of how much i didnt want to do it and when i was finally allowed to stop i ended up hating tennis so much that to this day i refuse to watch it do you talk to yourself?

only in my sleep apparently lol tea or coffee? iced coffee >>>>> first thing you wanted to be when growing up?

when i was in middle school they asked my health class this question and my response was "something that would let me stay at home and do what i want with my time." obviously my 11 year old classmates took this as a sign that i wanted to be a stay at home parent (do not want kids but thats another story) and started teasing me for it however, now as im older i still think baby tyler was so fucking valid and lowkey i think a lot of those once upon a time 11 year olds would also agree with me now what movies do you adore?

How to train your dragon and Ferris Bueller's Day Off are two that i think of right away

[1-neen-3]

chapter 1 done????

The king is dead. 

The sky is misty. The moon is luminous, the stars guide. I form animals from my shadow, he was yelling at his daughter the night before .

”Did you think they know who did it?” Sereia looks at me expectantly.

“You’re the princess’ best lady-in-waiting, shouldn’t you already know?” I grumble, putting my knee up to my chest, she’s been babbling about this for hours. This morning, the butler found the king dead with a letter-opener in his throat. The detective immediately suspected my twin sister and I, as we are the closest to the royal family: the king and the princess. Sereia already had a horrible morning, she woke up late, couldn’t find her uniform, and the princess was in a sour mood. The king’s death made everything worse.

“Well, Her Majesty put us all off duty today, said the family needs time to grieve privately,”  she says as-a-matter-of-factly, “besides, don’t you want to know? Being the king’s best bodyguard or something?” she retorted. I don’t know how she’s taking his death so lightly, sure he was a horrible king, but his death won’t make things any easier. The princess is far from ready to take the throne, and she lacks one of the most important skills a royal should have; combat skills. The king assigned me to train her, and she hates that the king never took her seriously.

I sigh, “Of course I want to know, I’m a royal soldier assigned to protect the king at all times, and he was killed right under my nose!” I throw my hands up in the air, the shadows around me bursting before going back to natural. 

I stand up, step off the ledge and run a hand through my hair, “Look, let’s just… let’s just go back inside, yeah?” she turns around raises her brow at me, I sigh again.

“But we haven’t even-“

“Sereia please, okay? Today was shit. I’m tired, you’re tired, we need sleep alright? The investigators will ask us more questions tomorrow and we should both have-“

“-a clear head, yeah you’re right.” She finishes my sentence, and follows me to the door back inside. When we were younger, Sereia would always take the lead as the older twin, I followed her every move. I wonder when she became so… obedient, she used to be so stubborn. 

I throw her a weak smile and whisper, “thank you.” I hope Sereia will be able to sleep, but I know I can’t.

P.S. this is from a perspective of a guy

P.P.S. i dont really know what the hell im doing??? any tips from fellow writers?? if so, pls feel free to just put them on here, somehow. im new to tumblr but i figured this is better than reddit (ive never in my life used reddit, i dont even have twitter)?

[celestiaras]

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PINK ROSES - chapter 18

"hey, look they have a photo of chris up there" yeji said to jeongin, pointing to the framed photo on the wall. yn turned to them, slapping yeji's hand.

"hey, stop holding hands if ur gonna walk next to me, i look like a loner." yn commented.

"listen, if u grow a pair and make a move on little lixie back there, u might be able to lock fingers with him" yeji scoffed, nudging her head in the direction of felix behind them.

"but-"

"no buts! just go talk to him..hes probably waiting for you"

"yeah no buts" jeongin spoke in a mocking tone

"whatever! ill be right back then..." yn mentioned, slowing down her walking speed to catch up with felix and jisung behind her.

minho, jisung, and felix were all walking together, felix seemingly not interested in whatever bickering argument they were having. yn gave felix a little wave while walking towards him, felix returning the favor.

"hey, i thought id walk with you since you dont seem interested in whatever they're talking about"

"trust me, im not. they argue everyday and then somehow make up? im not sure how they function doing anything together," he pointed out

they walked next to eachother for a bit, in comfortable silence. looking at the several concession, merch, and other items' stands. they walked like this for a bit until the silence was interrupted.

"you know, i want to try dancing one day, just as a hobby"

"why the sudden interest?" felix asked

"cause, ive seen how passionate hyunjin seems to be about it, same with you. you both seem to have this aspiration to keep doing it, im interested."

"especially hyunjin, i mean, he has danced since he was like in primary school competitively for 5 years."

"why did he stop competing?"

"well i remember he was around 15, he stopped competing because he didnt like the atmosphere of dance competitions. he just felt that going up against other people wasnt his thing." yn explained, voice shaken for a split second due to felix's hand brushing against hers for a moment.

"hmm, that makes sense. personally i think dancing isnt the kind of sport that should be competed, but judt enjoying the art of it."

"yeah, i get where ur coming from." yn answered, "hey im about to tell u something but you cannot tell hyunjin i told you, got it?"

felix nodded, "okay so basically the year felix stopped competing for dance, my soccer coach scouted him for that season and we were on the same team for awhile." yn recalled.

"why the hell would he not want people to know about that? thats kinda silly to be embarassed about"

"cause he's embarrassed about it, and he quit halfway through the season at the same time i did, and continued with dancing."

"im missing something here," felix spoke, their hands brushing once again.

"if u dont mind me asking, why did you quit? there had to be a reason right?" he questioned

"well first of all i was on a competitive team, i had worked really hard to get there then i got injured halfway through the season." she muttered

"if you dont want to talk about it we dont have to, you know. this seems like a sensitive topic for you"

"no its fine, its just i loved doing it so much, and one thing just tore it all apart, i cried alot about it. i still do sometimes"

"the really only way i can get involved now is coaching, and i dont know if i-" her voice starting to stutter, feeling the tears well up.

"hey, we dont have to talk about it anymore, i dont wanna see u crying." he pulled her into a hug, rubbing circles on her back for a moment.

"hey! you two can stop being lovey over there, we found the elevator!" they heard jisung shout.

felix rolled his eyes before letting go, handing her a cloth to wipe the tears threatening to fall down her face

"you know, you and hyunjin act like you hate eachother, but when u both are seriously talking about one another, u both sound very fond."

"shut up, i hate him, hes annoying" yn lightly punched him on the arm, while he pretends thats the hardest anyone has ever hit him.

"why do you keep touching my hand with yours, do you want to hold it or something?" yn asked

"and if i do?"

"i wont object" they successfully locked fingers with eachother while waiting for the elevator.

"your hands are really small you know" she mentioned

felix whined a bit, too embarrassed to say anything.

they walked into the elevator along with everyone else, going down a few floors until reaching the right one. they walked over to their seats while felix and yn unfortunately had to break their handholding.

"we have to put our bags in the locker room, but we'll be right back okay? dont jump onto the court while we're gone" minhos voice was heard from behind her

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they sat there for around an hour, chatting about who-knows what. after first quarter, the group left to prepare for their performance. this left yn and yeji to sit by themselves

"sooo i saw u making moves back there huh!" she teased, nudging her arm.

"stop! it's embarrassing ill tell you about it later."

"hey whatsup!" they heard a familiar, annoying voice coming from up the stairs.

yn and yeji both turned their heads to see beomgyu, eyes and mouth wide open in suprise, not expecting to see him there.

"why are you even get here? where are your parents..." yeji asked, jokingly annoyed

"i literally have a liscense, and im on a date for your information!"

they both gasped, yn proceeding to speak "wait are you with..."

"if youre thinking what im thinking then yes" beomgyu gave them a cheesy grin

"then what the hell are you doing down here? go back to your date, dont leave him hanging you know" yeji scolded

they exchanged some more small conversation before beomgyu left and it was just the two of them.

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after around an hour had passed it was finally halftime, they both waited in their seats impatiently for the announcer to call them out

the performance started shortly, taking turns on the big screen up above. they performed to 3 songs, stage outfits matching each of them perfectly.

as soon as it was over, yna nd yeji rushed over to the break room from their seats. they stopped to buy some flowers along the way.

once arrived in the break room, they parted ways while yn went to search for felix, finally spotting him at the back of the room, minifan blowing at his face.

"hey you did really good, you know? im glad you got over your nerve, that performance was fire"

"im glad you liked it becuse im sooo tired" he slurred, forcing her to return his hug.

they pulled away from their hug as she started to whisper in his ear, "hey dont tell hyunjin but, i was really only here to see you"

yn giggled to herself before happily walking out the room, leaving felix baffled at the confession she just dropped

"what the f-"

"felix, man!" a sudden sighting of jisung came up, "whats going on! why. are. you. still. in here. lets go? we have a reservation to catch.." jisung dragged felix and his bag out of the room

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I Pick the TV Show, Rogers Shuts His Cake-Hole | Bucky x Steve x Reader (Angst, Fluff)

Category: Angst, Fluff (Suggested) Age: 14+ Trigger Warnings: none, other than the standard explicit language Ship: Bucky x Steve x Reader Summary: Steve Snaps At Reader When He’s Stressed, Resulting In Her Being Very Upset Request: "can u write where steve/bucky is overwhelmed with something and when reader asks to help or is telling them to relax they snap at reader and reader is hurt which makes them feel really bad afterwards. thank you sm. i love ur writings. and this is anon right? is it alright if u dont post my response if its not anon? im sorry. thank you so much. ur blog always pictures great stucky imagines. 💗💗💗" Contains Spoilers for: N/A Word Count: 2,488

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A given, the super-soldier had been on nonstop missions for the last month or so, but she thought she was helping him feel better, not making him feel worse.

“Would you like anything to eat, Stevie? You’ve barely moved all day.” (Y/N)’s voice is small. Quiet.

She’s leaning through the door of his study where he’s sat putting together his mission reports from the last three or four missions he’s been out on.

He shakes his head but doesn’t even turn to look at her.

Sighing, the woman walks further into the room where her boyfriend is slouched over the desk.

“You gotta take a break, Stevie.” She whispers, resting her hands on his shoulders.

She notices the way they tense up, but he still remains silent.

His fingers continue to write up his report on the laptop.

“I’m worried about you, Stevie; talk to me.”

“I’m busy, (Y/N).”

“I know you are, baby, but you’ve gotta look after yourself too.” She attempts, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulls away.

The woman furrows her brows.

“Steve, please, you’ve got to-”

“(Y/N), just stop!”

The shout is sudden and it makes her flinch back away from the man as he turns to face her.

“I’m fine, alright?! I don’t need you babying me all the time!”

She doesn’t respond for a second, surprised at her lover’s outburst.

He says nothing more, simply turns back to the laptop and continues typing away.

“Steve, look how stressed you are. Can you please just-”

“STOP! Okay?! Just stop! Leave me the fuck alone while I finish these neverending mission reports. For once in your life can you just understand that not everything is about you?!”

(Y/N) swears that being shot in the heart wouldn’t hurt half as much as the words that just came out of the man’s mouth.

Her mouth opens and closes as if searching for the right words to say, but that hurt.

Is she really that bad? Is that the truth behind all of this? That she’s clingy? Thinks everything is about her? That was never her intention. (Y/N) is well aware of how important being an Avenger is. Hell, she is an Avenger, for Christ’s sakes.

She says nothing more and leaves the room.

She can’t even decide if she feels sad. No. She’s not sad, she’s not angry, she’s not… anything.

Numb.

Naturally, her feet lead her to their room. Steve’s room. They all basically share the super soldier’s abode since they all got together, but right now she doesn’t dare open the door.

Doing a full one-eighty spin, (Y/N) takes herself back to a place she barely touches anymore. Her room.

It’s pretty empty. Most of her clothes are in Steve’s room, in her own walk-in wardrobe. Her bed is perfectly made from the last time she slept in here - maybe a year ago?

The woman walks around her bed and straight onto her bedroom balcony, overlooking the lake at the back of the compound, and stays there. For three-hours. Until Bucky comes looking for her.

He came home from his mission about thirty-minutes ago only to find their shared room of Steve’s empty. He searched just about everywhere, completely clueless.

“FRIDAY, where’s (Y/N) and Steve?” He finally gives in.

“Captain Rogers is in study five, and Agent (L/N) is in her private quarters.”

Now that makes the brunet furrow his brows.

Why would (Y/N) be in her room and not his or Steve’s?

He prioritises finding (Y/N) first, knowing Steve will be writing up mission reports, no doubt.

Despite them being together for over six-years now, he hesitates when reaching for the handle of her bedroom door. Instead, the man opts to knock.

No answer.

“(Y/N)?” Nothing. “Doll, it’s me; can I come in?” Nothing.

Bucky tries the door handle and finds it unlocked, yet still hesitates.

“Baby?” He calls out. Again, nothing.

He’s cautious now. Scared.

Her room looks as untouched as the last time he saw it, which was a few months back when she was after one of her plushies.

“(Y/N)?”

It’s when he feels the chill of the midnight winds ruffle his hair that he realises her balcony doors aren’t fully closed.

Striding straight over, his eyes widen at the sight of his girlfriend curled up in the corner of the outdoor area, crying.

“(Y/N), baby, hey, what’s wrong?!”

Bucky immediately drops to his knees in front of the woman, reaching for her hands and gently tugging them away from her tear-stained face.

“(Y/N), doll, look at me.” His voice is gentle. Soothing.

She does almost instantly but her sadness stays.

“What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

The fear and sincerity in his voice is enough to prompt the woman to shake her head. Yes, she’s hurting emotionally, but he needs confirmation that she’s not dying.

The woman immediately sees the relief take over his features, but he’s still concerned.

“What’s wrong, doll?”

Her eyes stray away from his, not wanting to tell him what’s got her so upset.

“Hey, no, look at me, baby,” He whispers, hand lightly grasping at her chin to raise her face back up to his. “What’s got you so worked up, (Y/N)?”

Another shake of her head as she tries to escape her lover’s hold.

“Baby, please, you’re scaring me.”

Her face contorts into something close to heartbreak as she wants nothing more than to reassure the man in front of her.

“It’s okay, Buck.”

“It’s not okay! Doll, I haven’t seen you cry since Stevie nearly died on that mission in Ohio like two-years-ago! Talk to me.”

She takes a deep breath and wipes her face of the shedding tears.

“Do you want me to get Stevie?”

The question is innocent and makes sense, but her eyes widen and she shakes her head desperately.

“No! No, please, no.”

That truly makes the super soldier concerned.

“Doll, please can you tell me what’s happened?”

Never in the last eight-years that Bucky and (Y/N) have known each other has she been so reluctant to see Steve.

Another sob escapes her and it’s breaking his heart.

“Baby, please.”

“Steve got mad at me, alright?!” She manages an attempted shout. “I just wanted him to look after himself.”

“What happened? What did Steve do?”

He’s concerned. Massively.

“I was trying to get him to eat; he hasn’t eaten properly in so long. He’s so overworked and he’s hung up on all these mission reports. He told me that not everything was about me - shouted at me; told me to stop.” She’s whimpering and sniffling again now. “Please get him to eat something, James.”

That last sentence is the one that crushes him. She’s upset, yeah, but above all that, she’s still worried about the blond super soldier.

“Come on, baby, let’s go to our room and get into bed, yeah? I’ll go and speak to Stevie.”

Her eyes meet his and she looks scared, but the ocean blue gaze that he returns makes her bound to his every command.

The woman nods.

“Okay.”

“That’s my girl.”

With the help of the Winter Soldier, (Y/N) manages to stand up, letting him lead her out of her private room and into their shared one of Steve’s.

“Here, let’s get you into your PJs, yeah?”

He doesn’t leave room for negotiation as he helps his girlfriend strip out of her casual dress and into one of his oversized t-shirts.

“You get snuggled up in bed, doll. I’m going to go and get Stevie, okay?”

He hates how she looks nervous at the mention of their other lover’s name.

“He loves you more than words can describe, baby girl, I promise you. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you, I’m gonna talk to him, okay?”

A hesitant nod and forced smile is enough for now.

“I’ll be back shortly, I promise.” He leans over and gives the woman a kiss on the lips, leaving her with one of her favourite shows playing on the TV.

“Bucky,” Her choked up voice calls out just before he leaves.

The man turns from his place in the doorway.

“I love you.”

The smile that takes over his expression is contagious.

“I love you too, baby girl. More than anything.”

Despite his reassurance to the woman, he’s pretty damn pissed for a number of reasons about Steve losing his cool with their girl. Reason number one being, how dare he? Reason number two being, he knows better than to overwork, yet here we are.

Bucky doesn’t even knock once he approaches the glass doors of the study where Steve is sat typing away on the laptop.

The blond doesn’t even glance up to see who entered. He barely heard the door open which enrages Bucky further.

The brunet slams the lid of the laptop shut without saying a word, prompting Steve’s head to shoot up, glaring daggers at whoever has interrupted him.

“What the fuck, James?!”

That makes Bucky really get annoyed.

“Are you serious right now, Rogers?”

“I’m in the middle of about seven different mission reports, Buck, I’ve gotta finish them.” The man sighs, going to open the lid of the PC once more, only for Bucky to hold it down. “James, seriously,”

“No. What you need to do is explain to me why our girlfriend has been crying for the last God-knows how many hours?”

That makes Steve snap back to reality.

“What? (Y/N) has been crying? Is she okay?”

Bucky literally rolls his eyes at that.

“Are you fucking serious, Steve?” He repeats, Steve looking confused, expression contorting as he realises that his boyfriend is seriously angry at him.

“Bucky, what’s wrong? What’s happened?”

The Winter Soldier’s head lolls back as he groans in frustration.

“You seriously have no idea?” He asks, rhetorically, watching Steve look almost scared. “Do you often shout at your girlfriend and forget it happened?”

Cap’s eyes widen at that, and he visibly gulps.

“What?”

“She came in here to make sure you were looking after yourself, which you weren’t, by the way, and you tell her that not everything is about her?! Are you fucking stupid, Steve?!”

He remembers it all too well in that moment, turning his head down to avoid the frustrated glare of his male lover.

“No. No, you don’t get to look away from me. Look at me.” Bucky demands, watching the blond super soldier reluctantly do so. “I come home from my own exhausting mission, search for (Y/N) for thirty-minutes, and find her crying her God-damn heart out on the balcony of HER room; not our room, Steve, no. Her room.”

Steve’s heart shatters and his eyes widen once more.

(Y/N) hates staying in her room. She’d always be in his or Bucky’s without a doubt.

“I- Buck-”

Bucky shakes his head and stands back upright as Steve is lost for words.

“I’m not mad at you, Steve. I get it, you know? You’ve been overworking for the last month, I know you’re stressed, but fuck, baby, you can’t hurt her like that. Do you know how much my heart fucking shattered when I saw her curled up in the corner of her own God-damn balcony?! It tore me apart. She hasn’t cried since you nearly fuckin-” Bucky chokes on his own word as he walks away from his lover.

“I’m sorry! Buck, I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let Fury send me on that many missions, I- I should’ve said no. I’m sorry.” Steve attempts, standing up and following the brunet, turning him around to face him once more.

“It’s not me you need to be apologising to, Stevie.”

Captain America nods and leans up to press a kiss to the man’s lips.

“I’m sorry, James.”

Bucky takes a deep breath and forces a smile.

“I forgive you. Of course I forgive you, I know you didn’t mean it, but I swear to God, if you hurt her again…”

Steve is already shaking his head.

“I wouldn’t dream of either of you getting hurt. Where is she?”

“Our room.”

He nods and begins heading toward the woman to which he owes more than he can give.

The door is half ajar when Steve gets there, he slowly opens it to reveal his girlfriend in all her glory, curled up under their Captain America themed duvet - which Sam bought the trio as a joke last Christmas. Her face is clear-as-day red from her earlier upset, and it breaks his heart.

The man knocks gently on the day as if not to startle the poor girl.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He offers a solemn smile when she turns to see who’s there.

He hates the way he can see her hesitation to speak to him as opposed to her usual squeal of his name, arms opening wide to welcome him into her cuddle-fest.

“Hi.” She manages, forcing her own smile.

There’s silence floating between them, the only sound being Jensen Ackles, in his role of Dean Winchester, talking a load of nonsense about pie on the TV that’s streaming Supernatural.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Steve manages, taking a step toward the bed. “Nothing can excuse the way I yelled at you, and I’m so sorry for that, but, sweetheart, trust me when I say I didn’t mean it. I was so stupidly stressed, and I should never have let it get to that point.”

She nods, truly believing his words, but it still hurt.

The blond sits down on the edge of the bed, not daring to cuddle his girlfriend until she’s comfortable.

“I love you so much, (Y/N) (L/N).”

A bigger smile taints her lips at that.

“I love you too, Steven.” Her voice is barely a whisper but he hears it clear as day.

“Can I hold you?”

(Y/N) smiles and shakes her head as if he was being silly.

“You never need to ask permission for that, Stevie. No matter what.”

With another sad smile, he pulls the woman into his arms and holds her tighter than ever before.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

“I forgive you, but no more missions for a while.” She whispers.

“Yes, boss.”

Bucky’s leaning against the doorframe, watching the interaction. He took a detour to Tony’s office and made sure to give the billionaire a piece of his mind about making sure Fury didn’t have Steve on any missions for a long time.

“Is this the last episode?” The brunet speaks up, stripping himself of his clothes as he enters their room properly.

“Yeah.” (Y/N) nods.

“I still think we should watch Vampire Diaries instead.” Steve chuckles, mirroring Bucky’s actions.

“I pick the TV show, Rogers shuts his cake-hole.” (Y/N) teases, mocking a line from Supernatural and snuggling herself in the middle of the bed, sandwiched between the two super soldiers - where she belongs. “I love you both.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.”

“Love you always, doll.”

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comforting a gn reader who lost a friend bc of an argument w scara, kaeya, diluc bc this just happened to me :') 😭

(if you dont want to do scara you can replace him w anyone else)

Cold looks, warm touches

A/N: the first person to request scara??? i may be falling in love with him guys idkidkk also i’m so sorry that happened to you, dear! i hope you feel better soon about it and my inbox and dms are always a safe place for anyone to come and talking about anything that’s bothering you. take care if yourself and stay hydrated<33

warnings: scara is a meanie but turns soft :((

plot twist i actually replaced them all with just scara because i lost motivation when i started on diluc im so sorry

reader is gender neutral!

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Scaramouche is a little bitch to you regardless if you lost a friend in a argument or not

IM JOKING I SWEAR

He cares, some part of him deep, deep, deeeeep down inside of his black and dark soul cares about you. When he came across you crying in the hallway he was walking down, his heart felt heavy in his chest and his blood was boiling at the sight.

His first thoughts are if you’re okay, who he needs to send fatui agents after or who he needs to go teach a lesson to himself. Though he‘d never outright say these to you, he asks in his own way if you’re alright.

”What are you doing on the floor?” He spat, his eyes cold as he stared down at you with his hands on his hips as if impatiently waiting for a response.

You wiped your eyes free of tears that continued to roll down your cheeks as you stood to your feet and looked at him, your mouth opening to say an excuse as you thought of ways out.

”It was noth—“ “Don’t lie to me, idiot. What happened.”

His wording and tone was harsh but he means well, his eyes held a sense of seriousness as he scanned your face for any signs of injury or pain.

”You don’t seem physically hurt, so why are you crying on the floor like a child?”

You looked down, fiddling with your fingers as you thought about even telling him what happened mere moments ago.

You heard an annoyed sigh as a hand is placed rather gently on your shoulder, looking up at the man who seemed too annoyed to care as his eyes softened ever so slightly as he stared at you.

”I got into an argument with someone I cared about…” You blurted out, receiving a scoff from him as he now watched you with an unamused expression.

”That’s all? You’re seriously crying over a disagreement you had with someone. Archons can you be any more—“

”They left me, Scara… we’re no longer friends anymore.” You hated how your voice came out meek and quiet as your eyes brimmed with tears again thinking over the memory still fresh in your mind. Your hands shaking as you reach out and wrap your arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder as he tenses up at the sudden action.

His arms were stuck by his sides as he listened to you muffle your cries into his shoulder and dampening the fabric of his clothing with your tears. He didn’t know what to do in this type of situation since it wasn’t a regular thing to see you this broken over something.

He glances around to make sure there’s no one else to see as he scoffs lightly and slowly wraps his arms around you loosely.

It only seemed to trigger you further though as more cries racked your body, shaking against his chest as you clutched onto him like he was your life support.

”There’s no reason to cry, dummy.” He whispered, and for anyone else that would’ve been in this scenario they would have thought the male had gone mad, showing affection to another being instead of laughing in their face at their pain and stomping on their feelings before walking away.

But this is the Scaramouche you knew, that you got to see when you were alone. Even if it was rare to see such a sight, it was a reminder he cared about you and your feelings.

”You shouldn’t cry over someone that would treat you like that.” He states with a tilt of his head as he looked at your tear stained face as you sniffle and try to hold yourself back from crying again. “They aren’t worth your time if they’re going to act like that. Such a pathetic excuse of a friend.” He hissed. His hands left your sides as they came up to your face, pulling you closer to his as he wiped his thumbs over your damp cheeks softly. His gaze stayed cold as he looked at you, but there was a small hint of care swirling in his dark irises as he continued to stare into your own.

”I’ll handle the accident that occurred while I wasn’t here with you.” He sighes, bringing your face closer and mere inches apart as his breath fanned over your face.

”Don’t ever wait to come to me about something, alright? I can put them in their places quickly and then come back to care for you.” His lips were practically touching yours as he whispered, “Don’t ever try to hide anything from me. I love you, brat.”

And with that he softly brought your lips to his own in a sweet kiss no one else but you’d ever see and experience. <33

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