#im trying to hard to be professional and i get called this AGAIN. what can i do to stop this

[g0dtier]

you know i personally always felt that people are too varied to really be described as a trope and for it to fit. because people act differently depending on context/situation and thus are obviously perceived differently as well! my friends view me as someone who used to have a slightly unhinged reckless streak and did a whole lot of wild shit, but my clients and colleagues 100% think of me as the kind of person who doesnt even know that half the shit i did exists. i dress differently, act differently, tell different stories. as do we all! this is a normal part of the human experience

so can someone tell me why every time people try to describe me they always call me a "chaotic professor type" and why every time that phrase is dropped it makes other people do the farquaad pointing at me

[depresseddepot]

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[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 LOVE ME BACK sakura miyawaki x reader

❀ sakura having the biggest crush on yn for five minutes (and yn knowing it) 875k views

↳ warnings: nothing just sakura being down bad also yn is a 00 liner

➩ CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼

yn adjusted her cap and her loose flannel as she stared at sakura through the glass and then at camera, laughing, “okay, do you wanna try this again?”

it was obvious that sakura was visibly flustered under yn’s gaze and nervously adjusted the headphones on her head, “why do you have to do this again?”

“because im the writer, producer and composer of this song.” yn says like its the most obvious thing in the world as she gives sakura a confused look, “why are you having such a hard time recording, it’s easy for you most of the time.”

sakura just laughed and shook her head at the camera that was pointed her way, how does she say that being around yn alone like this makes her extremely nervous especially since it’s in such a professional setting.

“do you wanna take a break? let’s take a break.” yn sighed pushing back her chair, “you can sit with me while I get yunjin to record her part.”

at yn’s request sakura took another look at the camera with a big smile on her face before happily walking out the booth and taking a seat beside yn as yn calls yunjin in.

➩ CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼

“I have to film a scene with yn,” sakura whispered to the camera as the hairstylist touched up her hair, “I don’t know why but im nervous, she has to be very close to me.” sakura continues staring ahead of her where yn where yn is already ready to film, “I guess it’s time…”

sakura walked over to yn who smiled at her immediately making her insides turn into a zoo, “what should I whisper in your ear?” the girl asked walking closer to sakura who stiffened and took a side glance at the camera.

“I need u” was playing in the background as the camera man get set up which gave yn and idea a big smile spreading across her face, “I’ll whisper I need you.”

sakura’s eyes widened and takes another look at the camera and you can hear the staffs soft laughter in the background.

she silently nods her head rapidly, knowing that her voice will probably crack if she talks and gives yn a thumbs up, she could handle this.

she could not handle it.

this has got to be the girls fifth take of trying to film but sakura just can’t handle yn being so close and whispering in her ear.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with her,” yn laughs to the camera man after sakura flinched away and tried to calm down her flustered state for the a hundredth time, “do I need to hold you down?” she asks shaking sakura’s shoulders as the girls face gets even redder.

“let’s try this again.” the director said to the girls giving a pointed look at sakura who looks away embarrassed, “yn try to do something so this doesn’t happen for the sixth time.” he orders the younger girl who nods immediately.

she gently grabs back of sakura’s neck with a slightly fi grip so the girl doesn’t flinch away before softly whispering in her ear.

sakura felt chills go through her body but it finished as quick as it started as she lets out a deep breath after yn lets go of her neck.

“was that so hard?”

➩ CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼

yunjin and kazuha looked at the camera and the at sakura with an odd look on their faces as the Japanese girl laughs the hardest out of everyone at yn’s joke.

sakura threw her head back and leaned on yn, “oh my, yn you’re so funny.” she laughs.

“sakura unnie are you okay?” yn asks wrapping an arm around the laughing girl as yunjin looks at kazuha and does a playful eye roll causing the younger girl to laugh.

“yeah, I’m fine,” sakura sighs out before laughing again.

“I don’t think I’ve ever made someone laugh this hard.” yn says to the camera as she watches sakura before turning to yunjin and kazuha who have their heads turned the other way.

➩ CLIP #4 PLAYING… 📼

“I’m bringing yn food and her phone since she forgot it.” sakura says to the camera holding up the bag, “she’s doing a photoshoot right now so I’m gonna surprise her with food.”

as sakura walks into the studio the sound of cameras clicking immediately fills the room as the camera turns away from sakura to yn who’s laying down on a couch with a calvin klein set on posing for the camera before turning back to sakura whose face is visibly red.

“she looks good right?” she says to the camera laughing nervously as the camera man instructs yn to pull the jeans lower to show the ck logo.

let’s go wait over there,” sakura says pointing towards the seating area, “I wasn’t expecting her to be taking photos I thought she’d be on break already.” sakura rambles taking a peek at where yn is every once and a while.

“I can’t wait for the photos to come out.” she says causing the staff behind the camera to laugh.

➩ CLIP #5 PLAYING… 📼

yn and sakura stood together airport, things were taking extra long since their was something wrong with chaewon’s passport that they were trying to figure out.

the girls talked for a while, even waving at fancams as they waited until yn started getting tired.

yn leaned into sakura chest and wrapped both of sakura’s her arms around herself, while sakura cleared her throat before looking behind her at the fansite with her face red giving it an awkward nod.

[bittersnsweetz]

ohhh my god i just realised why i love narumitsu so much, despite the obvious (mutual pining, slow burn, one-sided enemies, to friends, to distant friends, to close friends, to lovers all that good stuff)

its BECAUSE they have a shared emotional journey that is so narratively satisfying to me that as im typing this im barely able to contain my stimming

phoenix defends miles, so convinced he can save him and is almost blinded by that fact because he knows edgeworth as so good and so pure and he totally definitely absolutely would never willingly hurt anybody and then he ghosts him for a year which phoenix obviously interprets as yet another person abandoning him, leaving phoenix to pick up the pieces, and that whole time phoenix is beating himself up because wow this is just like when he put all his love on the line for dahlia and it turns out she was just using him this whole time and the absolute mess of emotions that arises when edgeworth comes back, alive, with no apology whatsoever.

and then two years later phoenix loses his job and edegworth is trying so hard to help and be there for him while also juggling his prosecutor job and the challenges that arise from adjusting to a new justice-driven mindset, but phoenix is already closing himself off and refusing to talk about it because hes stingy and secretive and edgeworth has seen the stingy in passing but never to this extent, where he can tell that phoenix NEEDS someone but apparently that someone isnt going to be him. and he's on call with him one night and he hears trucy for the first time and hes mortified because so many complicated emotions and questions arise from that alone: "wright are you sane" "wright are you seeing someone" "wright why didnt you tell me about this so i could help you" and i do think edgeworth gets overwhelmed by all this at once, the secrecy, the daughter, the friend who visits phoenix every now and again, the lack of healthy communication. and suddenly everything that he thought theyve worked so hard to build together has come crashing down and theres nothing phoenix will let him do to help

and its the shared parallel of the initial proposal to help "let me defend you"/"let me be there for you" being completely rejected and the repeated efforts to do so being met with a sudden shift (prosecutor miles edgeworth chooses death/i have a daughter and a new friend who helps me now) and how its so difficult for the both of them to realise at the time that its for their sake that they're doing it, that neither of them are doing this to hurt the other intentionally (although for phoenix i definitely think theres spite involved, but not to the degree to which edgeworth ends up experiencing what he does emotionally), and the idealisation that gets completely shattered by reality

just. UGH. the full circle that is them, after everything is said and done, finding closure in each other again, however non-linear that journey is, and, this is important, CHOOSING to still stay with the other through anything and everything that comes to pass, and truly SEEING the other behind their professional masks. Seeing them entirely and not just the attractive parts. im rabid.

[starry-bi-sky]

childhood friends danny and jason miscellaneous thoughts: because why not, i'm reworking ch2 because it no longer fits with the remaster of chapter 1 so i've been thinking of them, and i love talking about them. which you should totally go read the remaster because its 26k words and im very proud of it and it barely got any attention.

First off Ellie vapes. Mostly because I think its real fucking funny. The first time Danny finds out about it he gets all up in arms about it. Ellie at first thinks its because she's smoking -- which, helloooo pot meet kettle, Danny has been smoking for a lot longer than she has.

And then he throws a curveball at her and says he's upset specifically because its vaping. Like no, no. Dammit, if you're gonna fuck up your lungs you gotta do it properly, none of this cotton-candy flavored nonsense.

He plays it up for laughs and it's largely non-serious 'i can't believe you're using a vape', if only to hide the fact that he is genuinely displeased with his little sister smoking. Self-destructive behaviors and bad habits are his thing, thank you very much.

But, well, he knows he'd be a hypocrite if he told her he didn't like that she was smoking. He's aware its bad for him, but habits are hard to break and he's not particularly keen to break this one in particular.

Danny bullies her relentlessly about it whenever she vapes in front of him. Like don't be a loser, Elle, carry a carton of cigs and a lighter in your back pocket like the rest of us degenerates.

[more under the cut]

Secondly: Danny's piercings? He got the first lobe piercings as a lost bet from Sam in junior year, and they did it in her room with a needle, a small bottle of blood blossom extract, and an apple. He broke out in hives for a week after thanks to the blood blossom, but it prevented the hole from healing up :)

He got the rest done professionally at a piercing place in the Ghost Zone. He asked Johnny where to find it. Sam and Johnny (and Kitty) nearly convinced him into getting snakebites. He got an eyebrow piercing instead.

Danny's undercut is also self-done, he did it because Technus shot at him with an ectoblast and it missed hitting him, but set his hair on fire. Danny got it out pretty quickly, but it left his hair lopsided and obviously looking like it got burned by something. He went to Sam for help after the fight. He liked the way it looks so he's kept it that way since.

-

Vlad brought up Jason once(1) in a taunt during a fight, and this was after Jason disappeared from the ghost zone, and Danny very. very nearly killed him on the spot. He hasn't done it since.

Which leads into the other thing: Grief Triggers! As I call them. All Banshees have them in this au.

While all banshees are, in general, in a permanent state of grief, Grief Triggers are a specific emotional response that can cause them to spiral into a state of intense, sometimes debilitating sorrow, and most of the time causes them to start wailing.

Banshees know what their Grief Triggers are and in general tend to try and build up a form of resistance against it so that, if something occurs that happens to trigger said grief, they can at least either get away from other ghosts to let loose or have enough control over themselves that it'll take more work to send them spiraling.

As expected, Jason is Danny's grief trigger. He's built up a pretty good resistance to it so that hey, talking about him and his death is easier than when Danny was fourteen. But a little more prodding and it will trigger, especially depending on who brings him up and how. (See: Vlad)

Grief Triggers also manifest relatively the same; with the induction of an intense state of grief and sorrow, but how a banshee acts on it can sometimes vary. Again, it depends on who triggers it and how. Some of them can get,,, violent, depending on how it happens.

Rath, this au's 'Dan', is a case of a banshee being put into the grief state caused by grief triggers and... never really leaving it. Which they usually do on their own, or with help depending on the severity of it.

At the time it happened Danny was going through the worst week of his life a second time: his best friend's ghost disappeared, then his family and friends all died right in front of him, and then he was stuck with someone who wasn't helping him through that grief.

He was already in the grieving state when Vlad tore out his ghost half. As a result, Vlad only made it worse. With that fury thrown into the mix, Vlad ended up getting torn apart and nobody else was close enough with nor could they get close enough to Rath to help him come down from the wailing state.

So Rath ended up getting stuck in a perpetual negative feedback loop of absolute misery, and well... drove himself insane. The rest of the world became collateral as a result.

-

the difference between Danny and Jason lies in the fact that Jason died, while Danny is dead.

-

I'm having more thoughts on the CFAU/TMWS universe banshees, actually.

Banshees are either born in the ghost zone from ectoplasm and are ecto-entities and work as banshees as how we know of them, or they're human spirits that died mourning someone and that grief was so intense that it turned them into a banshee. They're a little more rare.

These banshees typically mourn only one person, or sometimes they follow their Realm-born counterparts and choose a family to mourn for. Typically their own.

Ember is not a banshee; human spirit banshees are always mourning another person. However, her abilities emulate certain qualities of banshees: like the beautiful singing. But in comparison to an actual banshee, Ember's voice pales.

Does this mean Danny has the better singing voice? Yeah. Ember is incensed by this.

-

If canon Danny and CFAU/TMWS Danny met, I think canon Danny would be kinda unsettled or off put by CFAU.

CFAU Danny still has some pretty core Danny traits, at least I like to think so -- his general drive to help people just out of compassion for them (even if it manifests differently at first due to trauma), his wit and humor, his fear of failing to protect his loved ones, all of those resonate with canon Danny.

However, canon Danny, as far as I can remember and as far as his wiki goes, rarely gets extremely angry or emotional. He gets irritated and he gets annoyed but him getting mad I don't think happens super often. CFAU Danny is the angrier one between Jason and Danny. It's one of the things I consider a division point between him and canon Danny as it's a result of him growing up in Crime Alley. Canon Danny is canonically shy and meek prior to becoming Phantom, CFAU Danny couldn't be -- he'd be dead already.

CFAU Danny's anger would off put canon Danny, in my opinion. His anger, his smoking, and for lack of a better term, his bloodlust would unsettle him.

Like, for example, say CFAU Danny gets transported to a canon (or canon-adjacent) Danny's universe. He's staying with canon for a little bit as they brainstorm how to get him back home, and CFAU Danny goes to school with canon if only so that he's not stuck in the house all day.

Whether they try and pass CFAU Danny off as canon's cousin or if the town already knows that he's another version of Danny, it doesn't matter. Because insert Dash.

Dash who, in CFAU Danny's world, has since learned not to fuck around with Danny or the other kids because Danny has long since asserted that he will beat his ass if he does. 'Fucking around' always predates the 'finding out', and Danny is happy to act as consequence.

(As my father told me (paraphrased) when I was a small child and full of uncontrollable anger: "there's gonna be a day where you're gonna hit someone, and they're gonna hit you back")

And canon Dash, who is used to canon Danny who kinda just takes it because it means that he won't target other people, would see CFAU Danny. He'd notice the resemblance between him and canon, immediately try and go "oh new target!", and try and bully him the same way he does to canon. And Danny "I am the consequences of your actions" CFAU Fenton, instantly throws hands.

Just, CFAU Danny is kind but he's also Gotham-raised and full of bite; he's meaner than canon is. He's more ruthless too, especially in his ghost fights. The ease of which he slips into violence would, imo, discomfort canon. CFAU and Canon would eventually get along though, they're not so different that they'd be in constant clash of each other.

(Canon Danny and Danyal Al Ghul however,,, thats another post LMAO)

[arlestial]

Hiii your pink theme is very cute i just wanted to ask could you mabye write boyfriend hcs for luna from bllk?

❝i regret you all the time❞

synopsis : He was a player, a womanizer. You were his top-prized desire : completely unreachable. But hell, he’d chase after you halfway around the world if he had to.

pairing : Leonardo Luna x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : angst and comfort at the end, a tad suggestive (nothing too extreme), a sort of ennemies to lovers ? (Uses of "womanizer" but the rest can be read as genderneutral)

word count : 2350~ words

author-note : Hi !! It’s been a long time since I’ve wrote for Luna, so I hope it’s good. Im actually extremely proud of this one. It’s not really hcs, I got carried away LMAOO. I was busy finishing One Piece, (btw don’t be shy and drop some requests in my ask box :)) Thank you for your request (and your kind words 💗), and take care of yourself ♡

LEONARDO LUNA never had to "search" for someone. Truly, he was a dick. Sleeping with women every nights, leaving without a note nor a call, the sheets still tangled from the activities the day prior. Simply, enjoying small pleasures where his job as a professional player leaded him to. And then he saw you, at a random bar while he was drinking with his teammates. Dancing with your friends, oh so gracefully, smiling and laughing with all your teeth, all prettily dressed. He swore he’d never seen someone as angelic as you. So, he smiled to himself, and with all his ego and his pride, an overly confidence, he walked to you.

Everything went extremely quickly. He was too stunned to speak, to let any sound escape from his lips as you walked away from him, rolling your eyes. His teammates never laughed so hard : Leonardo Luna, the og womanizer, just got humbled by being rejected ? He was mad. It was so embarrassing. His cheeks were flushed in a deep red, and he cursed under his breath. How ? Were you blind, perhaps ? It was the first time ever he got rejected by a woman, and he hated it. But for some reason, a reason he didn’t understand, he wanted to try again. He didn’t want to let you go, not just yet. So he hurried to follow you towards the exit of the bar, his teammates still laughing their asses off, much to Luna’s dismay. He wanted to grab your wrist, but he stopped himself.

"Hey, don’t you know me ? Like.. you live in a cavern or something ?"

You turned to face him, and let out a sigh.

"Actually, I just don’t care. I’m not interested."

Luna frowned. Okay, so you knew he was a famous soccer player. But you weren’t interested by any means ? He smirked. You were playing hard to get.

"Come on. Just give me one chance ?"

"Listen. You’re a player. Everybody knows it. I’m not interested when it comes to assholes who play with people’s feelings like you."

He scoffed, a cocky laugh escaping from his throat. Okay, maybe you were right. He liked your attitude. He leaned on the doorframe, a teasing grin dancing on his lips.

"You don’t find me attractive ?"

"I’ve seen much better."

And with these words, a mocking smile on your face, you left the bar, walking in the empty, dark streets without any worry. Luna gasped dramatically, and hurried to follow you in your tracks.

"So you’re gonna follow me now ? What a creep."

"Nah. Just walking you home."

"I’ve never asked you to do that."

"’M just being a gentleman."

You chuckled. His cocky attitude was pitiful.

"Didn’t know you were a chaser, after all. Disappointed because I haven’t fallen for you the first time you talked to me ?"

"I’m definitely not.", he smirked, "But for you, I’d be one, doll."

"Quit the petname, dude. We’re not together."

"Yet.", he corrected. You sighed, amused by his determination.

LEONARDO LUNA wasn’t capable of letting you go. Well, you piqued his interest, after all. He wasn’t used to be rejected, but you made this rejection so sweet, so intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough. He walked you home, and with a little persuasion (aka, promising you he wasn’t going to spam you all the time) he got your Instagram (he giggled like a teenager when he saw that you accepted his request on your private account.) Since that day, you were always there in his thoughts, day and night, more than he had excepted. It was a game of cat and mouse : him, constantly flirting with you, and you, ignoring or rejecting him again and again. His teammates were confused; he wasn’t the type to run after someone, it was quite the opposite. Luna was used to be a living fantasy for most women and men, he didn’t even had to try to please. But it was different this time. Always refusing to go on dates with him, refusing his gifts or his advances. You were completely unreachable, a hopeless and absurd desire of his. What Luna wanted, Luna got; and right now, he felt like a frustrated little child who had just been denied the toy he wanted his mother to buy him at the mall. And gosh, the more inaccessible you were, the more he craved- no, needed you. So, he took his phone in his hands, and once again, searched for your account in his Instagram conversations (actually, he didn’t have to search. You were on top of his contacts, probably because he decided that he won’t talk to anyone until you accept a date from him.) and texted you. You were peacefully reading a book on your couch when you heard a ding from your phone, followed by a buzzing sound. You closed your book and reached for your phone, watching Luna’s text on your wallpaper. (In all honesty, you were - each time - surprised to see a certified account sending you a message, before realizing that it was Luna. Again.)

4:47p.m. | leonardoluna : Hey, doll

just wondering if you were free tonight ?

- read at 4:48p.m.

4:51p.m. | yn.ln : hi, yeah i am. why ?

- read at 4:51p.m.

Luna smiled at the screen. He lied down on his bed, back pressed against the mattress as he waited for your answer impatiently.

4:51p.m. | leonardoluna : care to join me for dinner ? my treat, obviously

- read at 4:51p.m.

He rolled on his bed, his elbows now resting on the sheets. He sighed in defeat. You weren’t answering. You were probably gonna reject him again - with or without a proper excuse once more. He turned off his phone, throwing it behind him on the bed, frustrated and disappointed - wait. Did he just heard his phone ringing ?? He hurried to grab his phone, unlocking it messily, his eyes almost glued to the screen.

5:00p.m. | yn.ln : why not

- read at 5:01p.m.

You agreed ? A huge grin displayed on his face as he celebrated his victory with a disconcerting enthusiasm.

5:00p.m. | leonardoluna : coming to pick you up at 8, then ?

- read at 5:00p.m.

5:01p.m. | yn.ln : sure. sounds good to me

see ya then :)

- read at 5:01p.m.

5:01p.m. | leonardoluna : see you, pretty

promise you’re gonna like it. picking a good place rn

- read & liked by yn.ln at 5:03p.m.

He jumped off his bed, immediately calling a fancy restaurant to book a table. He knew the owner, so he arranged a table for you two. Luna thanked him. He wanted to kick himself : this stupid, huge grin painted on his face, that he couldn’t erase. This feeling was astonishing; maybe, it was his chance to pull you ! Finally, after all these efforts.

LEONARDO LUNA’s smile dropped, his joy fever slowly fading to a terrible dread. At first, he just wanted you in his bed. A one-night-stand without any worries, without fuss. But here he was, giggling like a teenager in love for a random person that wasn’t interested a single bit ? What the fuck was he doing ? He frowned. Was it a mistake ? He didn’t want to be in a relationship. It was too much to handle for him, the distance, the attention to give, the responsibilities that came in the package. What was he supposed to do, now ? He was anxious. He never felt anxious. He sat down on his bed, his face in his hands, exhaling deeply. He looked at your text, over and over and over and over again. You wanted to see him. He felt nauseous, probably for the first time in his entire life. And right now, the thrill of it all disappeared, giving way to a terrible, overwhelming, sensation of pressure.

You were standing outside of your house, rubbing your arms in an attempt to ease the goosebumps on your skin, arisen by the night cold breeze.

8:15p.m.

Maybe you should’ve stayed by the fireplace, at least for some minutes.

8:25p.m.

Okay, he was just late. A latecomer, huh. You should’ve wore something else, at least, not these short clothes.

8:35p.m.

It’s probably his job. Being a professional soccer player has its flaws, for sure. You should’ve called him, at least, to tell him you were waiting him to pick you up outside, like it was planned.

8:40p.m.

You decided to text him again - now, a bit worried. You should’ve asked him to meet at the restaurant directly, at least, to know where you were supposed to go. Perhaps he had a car accident ? You frowned, seeing his "online" status on Instagram. You looked at the conversation another time.

8:05 | yn.ln : sorry, I just got out, took a bit too much time to prepare lmao

you’re probably driving, so be safe

anyway, i’m waiting outside for you to pick me up :)

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:15p.m. | yn.ln : is everything okay ?

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:22p.m. | yn.ln : Luna ? It’s not funny yk

I can walk to the restaurant if you have an issue, just give me the address

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:40p.m. | yn.ln : for fuck’s sake, im worried, can’t you just answer the damn phone ?

where are you ??

luna ?

- read at 8:42p.m.

8:42p.m. | yn.ln : gosh, you’re here, I was scared something happened to you

i’m outside, is everything okay ?

- read at 8:50p.m.

8:50p.m. | yn.ln : you’re not gonna answer, are you ?

- read at 8:52p.m.

Tears in the corner of your eyes, you bit your inside cheek in a faint attempt to keep them from falling angrily on your cheeks. Your hands were trembling - from the cold, or from the frustration ? Honestly, you didn’t know. Obviously, he played with you. It was his goal since the very first night. How could you be this fucking dumb ? Naive ? He just wanted you in his bed, and he was tired already of his new toy, aka, you. So he threw you away, like he did with everyone else. You were too silly, artless, to think that someone like him could like someone like you. Incisive insecurities, bittersweet thoughts, appalling regrets, permeated your mind as you turned off your phone, deciding to take a walk outside to soothe your nerves.

8:54p.m. | yn.ln : you’re a fucking asshole. i should’ve listened the rumors about your mf face.

how could I believed you ??

srs, go fuck yourself.

you are the biggest regret I’ve ever had

- read at 8:58p.m.

8:59p.m. | yn.ln : go on, spend your whole life fucking people like they actually want you, ig.

- read at 9:00p.m.

Maybe it was childish, but you needed to get those feelings out of your chest. You were disappointed, felled even. Your friends warned you, but you haven’t listened. How could you ? He was so nice to you all the time, always asking about your day and all. You always refused to go on dates with him, thinking he was just playing for a night with you. But after one month, you sincerely thought he wanted a deeper connexion with you than just sex. And you were wrong, of course.

LEONARDO LUNA never drove this quick. He was probably like - at 110 k.p.h on a 50 k.p.h road. His hand on the steering wheel, the other on the gear lever, pulling the car out of the intersection. He haven’t even cared about the others that were honking several times because of his awful (and dangerous) driving, his thoughts were busy, because of you, and only you. He was so stupid. So fucking stupid. To think that it was a bad idea to talk to you, to get accustomed to your texts, to your honey-like voice when you were calling him. He liked you. Maybe even more, he didn’t know. He parked his car messily on the sidewalk, getting weird stares and side-eyes from passers-by. He spotted your walking figure and immediately ran after you, his breath short and unsteady. Good thing he knew where you lived since the night he walked you home, one month ago. He bit his lip when he grabbed your wrist, and you turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks. He hated himself, right now.

9:11p.m.

"You ? Fucking bastard, leave me alone." You sharply said, trying to get away from his grasp. He immediately took you in his arms, one of his hands resting on the back of your head, stroking your soft hair. He shoved your face on his chest, trying to reassure you.

"I’m- I’m so sorry. I got nervous. I’m just not used to feel this kind of things towards someone. It’s the first time; actually. I was scared. Scared of being rejected with true, heavy, feelings, this time. I beg you,", he inhaled, his voice wobbly, "please, forgive me."

"I can’t trust you.", you mumbled, your voice muffled by his clothed chest, trying to push him away as harshly as you could.

"You can. I didn’t think- fuck. It’s hard to say that. That I could fall for someone so quickly, so easily. It’s so simple to talk to you, I’ve never felt so comfortable around someone in my overall, miserable existence. I want to give you my whole heart, my whole soul, okay ? I fucked up, I know. And I truly don’t deserve you. But I can’t help, but being selfish again, one last time, please, just wanting you, your smile, your laughs, your soft touches, wanting you by my side permanently. That’s all I’m asking for. A second chance, because I don’t want anybody else to have you. I want to be the one you come home to, the one you think of when life is all troubles and worries."

"Look at me. Tell me you hate me, reject me over, I’m not worth your attention. But I won’t stop thinking about you, I’m just not able to do it. Don’t let me down. Please."

You tilted your head up, seeing his green eyes wet already. His trembling hands wandered to your cheeks, gently stroking them, as if you were made of porcelain that his sins could shatter into tiny million of pieces, in a instant.

He leaned and pressed a tender kiss on your lips, his free hand searching so naturally for yours, intertwining your fingers together. When he pulled away, he gave you a small, weak smile, as if he’s seen his whole world being destroyed by a zephyr. You returned the smile, as he wiped away your tears.

"Promise not to let me go, then.", you answered in a whisper, your heart beating at an unsteady, loving pace.

"I won’t."

You both laughed slightly at the cheesy scene, his enamoured gaze drowning into yours.

"Now come on, honey, we have a date to attend to."

LEONARDO LUNA thought that, at first, you were a challenge. A cocky challenge, egos swinging, wondering if he could pull you like he always did with everyone. What Leonardo Luna wants, Leonardo Luna gets. However, now, he was just a puppy running after you, completely smitten. He liked to say that he was in charge, in control : but everybody knew that you had him wrapped around your finger.

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I Can See You - G. Way

PAIRING: Gerard Way x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: sexual references, a little fluffy.

SUMMARY: You and Gerard have known each other for years. When you finally confess to him, everything works out! But how do you keep it as a secret? (Based loosely on I Can See You by Taylor Swift)

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

OTHERS: me posting? whattttt?! this was highly inspired by the song I Can See You by Taylor Swift, so I recommend listening to that while you read. Also, I haven't posted a fic in like a year this is crazy. also!!! not my usual work, not that much fluff just more back story. idk i have wrote in a while so im sorry!

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YOU KEPT EVERYTHING PROFESSIONAL. You and him only showed your true emotions behind closed doors. You'd brush past each other in the hallways most of the time ensuring to not let anyone catch on.

Of course, you and Gerard were friends to the public eye. You and him were the two lead singers of My Chemical Romance, but what happened behind closed doors stayed there.

You'd moved next door to the Way family when you were fairly young, quickly becoming friends with the two brothers despite the slight age differences; Mikey was three years older than you and Gerard was six years older, which is why in the beginning everything had to be quiet. But of course, you had kept your feelings for the nerdy older brother hidden since you were six, so that wouldn't be too hard.

When the band began recording for Bullets you had just turned eighteen and Gerard was almost twenty-five, which is when it first started.

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"Why don't I understand basic song structure," You groaned. "You clearly have it down."

Gerard scoffed, "I do not have it down whatsoever, I just actually ask for input unlike someone who's stubborn as hell." He laughed. 

It was only the two of you on the bus, the rest of the guys were inside a restaurant buying breakfast while before you traveled four hours to only record half the album for Bullets.

"Here, bring it over so I can look at it." He said, sitting up on the couch on the bus. You slowly walked towards him, hoping he wouldn't realize who it was about. You silently hoped he couldn't tell, then sat next to him and handed him the lyrics you had written so far. He began analyzing them and handed them back to you.

"It's good, but the bridge should have more meaning. You've described this person in such a beautiful light, then the bridge is just happily ever after? Include some of the struggle in the relationship." You nod, beginning to write. He watches you closely from over your shoulder causing you to face the other way and lay down on him so he could get a better view. This was nothing unusual for you two, it was normal for you to lay on him or anyone else in the band.

You took his words into consideration, then started writing lyrics along the lines of 'If only he knew,' and 'I could see you being my addiction, you could see me as a secret mission.' along with some more context.

"Hey, (Y/N)?" He called, you could feel his heart speed up from your spot on his chest. "Yes, Gee?" You say, looking up at him. "Who is this about?" He asked quietly, playing with your long hair. You dropped your pencil and sat up, facing him. "Is that really important right now?" "I mean not really, I'm just a bit curious." He says with a slight smirk across his face. You just shrug and walk to where you were sitting previously to the whole song structure conversation. Once you sit down, he began speaking again.

"I mean of course the description sounds a little similar, short black hair, hazel eyes, crooked smile," He says, walking behind your chair and gripping it and looking down at you from over the back of the tall chair. "I would say Frank, but his hair doesn't exactly fall under that category anymore, and when you think about it, I'm the only one with short black hair now." He smirks. He already knew, but he was just trying to play around and have a little fun before he had to make his own scary confession.

"God, okay Gerard, the song is about you." You roll your eyes trying to make it come out as if you're not afraid to say it. "Wait, you're actually admitting it?" "Yes, I have a big fat crush on you, now can you please just turn me down already so I can get over it sooner." You sigh, and he walks around your chair so you two are facing each other now. 

"(Y/N), I'm not rejecting you," He smiles. "C'mere." He says, opening his arms for a hug, and you quickly throw yourself in his arms. You two linger in the hug for a while before you take a step back and look up at him. You two were so close your noses were touching. 

"May I?" He asks, moving his hand up so he's cupping your jaw. You lean into his touch and nod.

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After you two established your feelings, your situationship turned into a relationship that ranged from sweet moments to insanely sexual ones, not that you had a problem with that, of course. It was just difficult keeping it from your best friends.

Eventually, fans began sniffing the two of you out. How you would always sit next to each other in interviews, when you were on stage you would always seem as if you were singing to him and he was singing to you, when they watched Life On The Murder Scene every time there was a video on the bus you'd have your legs sprawled out on top of his or you'd be laying on him, and even away from the bus he'd always send you looks.

You started seeing the fans reactions on Twitter in the two of your comment sections.

(Y/N)(Y/L/N): Day off with my boys! <3

mcrlover616: OMG R U AND GERARD DATING

frerard4li4e: Gerard belongs to Frank, girl. Back off.

bugmomma24356: You and Gerard are so cute ug! <3

After trying to cover up everything to the best of your abilities, nothing made them believe you, even your own band mates started thinking the two of you were together, so you two had to act more distant. 

No more laying on him, no more lingering hugs, and definitely no more making out on stage just to "make the crowd go wild". 

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The two of you had to be entirely secret for almost a year now, and it was the first night of your new tour, Rise Against the Black Parade. 

Gerard brushes his shoulder against yours in the hallway while you two walk into the dressing room, shooting you a look. "Oh sorry, (Y/N)." He says quietly and slides his arm across your back before sitting two seats away from you in the dressing room. 

Makeup took a while, but you and Gerard were the last to finish. Once your artists left the room he sprung up to lock the door, and quickly met you in the middle of the room. 

He rested his hands on your hips and you hand your arms on the back of his neck, while he pressed his lips to yours aggressively. You parted from him for a moment, "Now don't go messing up our makeup," You smirked. "We can fix it ourselves." He grunts, picking you up and placing you on the counter.

The two of you were in there for a total of five minutes before someone started knocking on the dressing room door, causing you to jump like two teenagers caught by parents. "Hello? Who's in there, we need to change!" You hear Frank say from the other side of the door. The two of you quickly check your makeup to make sure it wasn't messed up, then you walked to the door to unlock it before turning to Gerard.

"You know, if stopped hiding... it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world." You said and he began to shake his head. "The age difference, (Y/N)." "It's six years, Gee. At least it's not like twenty or thirty like some other couples." You say, causing him to shrug. "I guess it's not the worst thing in the world." 

You walk over and unlock the door allowing Frank to come in with the costume cart. Once he realized it was the two of you he gasped. "You?" He said pointing to Gerard, "And you?" He said pointing to you. You turn to Gerard and tilt your head. "Yeah yeah, big deal." He said walking over to wrap an arm around your waist.  That night was one of your best shows yet. You two started showing affection on stage once again, you put your emotion back into your lyrics, and you even got a chance to preform the song you wrote for Gerard that started the whole relationship.

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Gepard brainrot thought #2

A/N: The way i started typing and didnt stop, im literally just rambling towards the end.

I hope you enjoy

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Thinking about Captain Gepard making a speech to the city in Belobog Square in the morning and he makes direct eye contact with you in a crowd of people. He tries to keep a stone face while talking but then you give a not-so-subtle wink at him and he briefly pauses mid-speech but clears his throat to continue.

He avoids looking in your general direction but he can’t help but look back at you again. The next time he does however you jokingly blow a kiss at him. Even from a far distance, you can see the redness that flares up in his cheeks. The guards look at each other in confusion wondering what’s up with their captain but they figure it’s probably the warmth from the heaters and his suit.

At this point, you feel a little guilty so you decide to lay off him. He’s done these things a million times and always does it so flawlessly so it’s kinda funny seeing him lose his composure like this. You decide to think of a way to reassure him from the crowd.

Gepard feels himself start to relax when he looks down at his sheet and sees that he’s almost done with his speech. He gives a quiet sigh of relief before concluding. However he can’t help when his gaze wanders over to you again, he doesn’t mind tho all he expects is to find you making another joking gesture. However, what he finds instead from you is a genuine supportive smile and suddenly his brain goes blank.

The crowd starts to whisper among themselves. In Gepard's POV, all he hears is white noise and the image of the entire crowd is blocked from his vision. All he can see is you and he feels as if he’s been transported to another world where you’re the only two people on the planet.

From the crowd, however, they see the captain of the Silvermane Guards freeze mid-sentence with his mouth halfway open. Your face starts to morph from confusion to panic. You’re looking around alongside the crowd wondering what’s going on. You didn’t do anything distracting this time so what happened? The murmuring among the crowd gets louder and turns into chatter. The guards are looking among themselves just as lost as the crowd. Their captain is usually the cool, calm and collected type of person. It’s hard to believe that a crowd like this would faze him.

In an instant, Gepard is snapped back to earth. The reality of the situation hits him like a (truck). The best thing he can do now is to just read out the last few sentences of his speech and walk away with what’s left of his dignity. “Uh-um and so…” he hears himself stutter into the mic through the speakers. He inwardly cringes at this whole situation and finishes his speech like a true professional.

There’s mixed reception from the citizens. Some clap out of respect and others giggle and gossip. You watch as Gepard calls attention to his guards and they march away back to their stations to do their daily tasks. From behind you, you hear Serval laughing as hard as humanly possible. It was evident she did her best to hold it in the whole time out of courtesy for her younger brother. You turn to face her and try to defend him in some way. “It really wasn’t that funny” you try to speak up over Serval's hysterics. A part of you low-key wants to laugh too but you won’t until you see him again and ask if he’s okay.

You hear footsteps coming from behind you but before you can turn around to see who it is you're pulled into the familiar and comforting arms of the man you love. You hear Serval laugh harder and Molly is trying to calm her down. "Hey, are you doing okay?" your voice sounds muffled by his uniform. It's not rare for the two of you to show physical displays of affection but him making the first move is certainly not common, especially in public.

It's weird, Gepard knows he should care but in all honesty, he can't bring it in himself to feel embarrassed right now. The moment he held you in his arms all his nerves and worries melted away. He raises one of his arms that's wrapped around your waist and moves it to softly stroke your head. He smiles and softly responds "Never better".

[shigayokagayama]

Uh Oh I Thought About The Music In The Finale Too Hard And It Started Bothering Me Again

ok so aside from one of my favorite scenes in the entirety of mob psycho getting cut from the last episode, a decision which will haunt and torment me until my dying days, my biggest issue with the last episode was always the music and i think ive been able to finally pin down a coherent explanation as to why

disclaimer: i am not a music expert. i was in choir in middle school and i like listening to people who actually know about music talk about music, but this is not a professional opinion so take it with a grain of salt

so first, 99 playing during reigen running towards mob. my problem with this is less the song choice and more that the anime decided to completely change the tone of the entire scene. like, 99 works perfectly for the hype exciting scene they were trying to create! i just dont think this scene should have been hype and exciting. this isn’t a “music is tonally inconsistent” problem so much as a “tone is inconsistent with events unfolding” problem so im not going to put much focus on it.

what IS tonally inconsistent though is the next track that plays after it (timestamped)

this scene is supposed to be not just the reveal that reigen is okay but the reveal that dimple, a character who we’ve spent the last six episode thinking was dead, is alive! and the music they chose is so... sinister??? wouldn’t something more triumphant or energetic fit here??? i get that it has to segway into a really emotional song next so it can’t be too upbeat but wouldnt something like this maybe fit better??? it’s another song associated with dimple possessing someone who isn’t especially powerful to let them achieve something they normally wouldn’t, it’s pretty dramatic, it’s exciting, it has kind of an emotional through line in the back of it with the violins???

the next song is perfect. no notes. the second i heard it in the mob character trailer before season 3 dropped i was like “oh theyre going to use that for reigen’s confession” and i was 100% right. in fact, this song being so perfect for this scene is what makes the next song choice so confusing.

huh? what? why???? on the elementary school level of “well this is labelled mob’s theme and this is mob’s moment of self acceptance so it has to go here” i can maybe understand but it is the most jarring tonal whiplash i have ever felt watching a television show. this is music that we normally here when mob is fighting an enemy, this is supposed to gear us up for conflict. it does not fit the bittersweet catharsis of mob accepting his whole self at all.

ive seen two different edits with different soundtracks i prefer, one with “Passing my heart, I'm getting bigger” (at least im pretty sure thats what its called?  すれ違う心・大きくなったなぁ?) and one with “Mob’s Kindness”. personally, i feel like mob’s kindness would be the best option. for one, one of them already played at an emotionally climactic moment during the final episode last season so it might be a bit weird to do it a second time. second, for when we last heard “mob’s kindness” it actually fits really well with this scene on a couple different levels.

just the title of the song on its own fits with the scene. it’s the first time mob really extends kindness towards himself rather than trying to repress it or smother it in guilt and self loathing. we also have to consider the last place it was used and how that echos this scene. the first time we hear mob’s kindness is in season 2 episode 1, following the line “i made the decision to consider my feelings more”, a line which fits really well with what the “100% shigeo kageyama” moment is trying to get across. “shigeo kageyama” is mob’s repressed power and, more relevantly, his repressed emotions that he’s been bottling up for years now. “mob” flaking apart and forming “shigeo” also kind of visually echos emi’s novel getting ripped apart and brought together again by mob’s power, so that’s another little mirror between these two scenes. mob putting emi’s novel back together is the first time we see him using his powers for another person, not to save them from any sort of threat, but just as an act of simple kindness. it’s the beginning of a realization he has during the mogami arc, these powers arent just a burden, he can use them to help people. and he doesn’t even need to limit it to that, he can just use them to express himself and have fun because they aren’t just tools that can be used, they’re a part of him.

[honeybee-taskforce]

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TK watches Marjan and Paul already bumping shoulders as they make their way from the truck to get changed and shower, already seeming to be friends on the first day.

He sure wishes that could be him right now.

Instead, he's seated on the edge of the ambulance overlooking the entire station while his partner is tucked towards the corner and scribbling inventory. It's been quiet for the last hour, and they haven't gotten a call all day. It was nice at first but now TK is starting to lose his mind. He's never had a partner ice him out so quickly.

There have been people he struggled to get along with, but professionally speaking they would always get the job done. It's hard to tell if that's going to be a problem with Nancy.

Tommy had retreated to her office after lunch, and since then it's just been the two of them sitting around. TK had tried to strike up conversation multiple times but Nancy didn't seem engaged at all and like she'd much rather be anywhere else. After the fifth failed start, he gave up and has been sitting- not sulking -in the ambulance since.

Nancy clears her throat and his ears perk up. He blinks and focuses back on whats in front of him, realizing he stopped writing down inventory. He turns to Nancy trying to keep a straight face.

"Can you..." she gestures to the doorway, silently pointing out- or shaming -that TK is blocking her from exiting. She's finished with her task. The faster paramedic.

"Oh. Sorry." He shifts his legs to the side.

She moves past him and hops off the ambulance, setting her clipboard on top of the nearby cart and walking towards the kitchen.

Without saying a word of thanks, or anything else.

TK sighs and drops his head. He hears laughter coming from the truck again, and turns his attention to see Judd and Mateo bumping fists and joking about something he can't hear.

It must be nice.

i'm like 99% sure i'm the last one to do this today so i don't wanna double tag anyone which means im open tagging everyone instead! And if I'm wrong about that and you want to be tagged next time throw eggs at my house in dms and lmk!

[lyrakanefanatic]

Songs that I think would fit phone girl and graysons relationship pt. 2!!

dancing with our hands tied by taylor swift: I remember a mutual saying this in the comments of my last “songs i think would fit PG and graysons relationship” post but I can’t remember who, I think it was @reminiscentreader but I’m rlly not sure sorry 😭😭

“I, I loved you in secret” I imagine that they would keep their “situation” (i have a good feeling they will like kiss or something like that but then the next day will pretend like nothing happened or something pushes them apart?? Idk it’s a trilogy so jlb can’t give them a relationship right away) a secret from the hawthornes and the other contestants for a while when they do become official, but nash catches on first

“first sight, yeah, we love without reason” it was technically love at first sight bc gray kind of had feelings for PG when she first called him, when usually it wasn’t love at first sight for his past relationships (which is how u know they’re gonna be endgame 😍)

“My, my love had been frozen, deep blue, but you painted me golden.” basically how his past relationships had left him heartbroken and “blue” but when he met phone girl he really started to fall for her which “painted him golden”

“I, I loved you in spite of, deep fears that the world would divide us” grayson afraid of something tearing him and PG apart and almost expecting something to happen, or just expecting himself to drive her out like he did with his past relationships (😭😭)

“I’m a mess, but I’m the mess that you wanted” grayson literally says (when he’s describing his “girlfriend” to Gigi in the brothers hawthorne) that his supposed girlfriend, “wasn’t perfect, and when im with her, I don’t have to be either.” so this is very fitting LOL

fallen star by the neighborhood: yes, im only putting this one here bc I saw an edit that @herondalesbooklover posted and I liked the audio, so whatever sue me 😔

“I’ll keep you far away from me, like a star” Graysons habit of driving the people he loves out, and I can see him distancing himself away from PG bc he’s scared of falling in love again 💔

“Hard not to fall for you, I gave you all my heart” again, its Grayson trying (and failing) to not fall for phone girl, even though he knows she has his heart and always will 💗💗😜

“Further apart, the closer, the closer, the closer that we are” he’ll try not to get close to her, but he can’t keep himself away for too long and I have a feeling he’ll find himself getting attached and unable to block her out like he usually does with the people he loves

“You’re in my dna, I can’t keep away no matter how hard I try” like I said with ⬆️ one, he’ll try to keep her away but no matter how hard he tries, he will always find himself coming back to her (😭😭💗💗)

“I’m on a one way train and it’s far away, but you’re still on my mind” grayson will always run back to her every. single. time. just because of how much he loves her 💕😭

i can see you by taylor swift: this song is kinda averyjameson too but whatever i feel like it’d be fitting for PG and grayson too

“You brush past me in the hallway, and you don’t think, I, I, I can see you, do you?” I don’t rlly have a reason behind this line but “you brush past me in the hallway” would fit the kind of “professional” setting they have going on 😍

“I’ve been watching you for ages, and I spend my time trying not to feel it.” Okay PG hasnt really been “watching” him for ages but she has been kind of calling him and checking up on him, (for the riddle lmao) plus I feel like she’d try to deny the fact that she likes gray bc of her fathers death being somewhat related to the hawthornes

“But what would you do if I went to touch you now? What would you do if they never found us out? What would you do if we never made a sound?” Again, i feel like they’d keep their “relationship” a secret from everybody else until they become official

“And we kept everything professional, but somethings changed, something I, I like” Graysons probably gonna be a “helper” in the games so I feel like he’d try to keep a professional air with PG at first until he starts to develop feelings (not like he already didnt have feelings for her when she just called him LOL)

“They keep watchful eyes on us, so it’s best that we move fast and keep quiet” Okay but just think about how many people are on that island (there’s probably some maids, bodyguards, the hawthornes, and ofc the contestants) and then having to keep ur relationship a secret with all those people around 😭😭 but anyways once people start to kind of catch on, they’ll definitely pay closer attention to PG and gray just to see if the rumours are true

“I could see you in your suit and your necktie” suit. necktie. literally couldn’t have been anymore obvious 💀💀

“Passed me a note saying, ‘meet me tonight’” to discuss clues for the game or to do other things.. 😜

“Then we kiss, and you know I won’t ever tell, yeah” again, it’s just them keeping their relationship a secret from the other contestants + hawthornes

gorgeous by taylor swift: I haven’t listened to this song in a while but I did a few days ago and just realized how much it sounds like PG and gray omg 🫢

“You should take it as a compliment that I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk” probably just her mocking how “self obsessed” he sounds and also how he just expects to get what he wants and just the phrase “the world bent to the will of grayson hawthorne” 💀

“You should think about the consequence of your magnetic field being a little too strong” this man does have a strong magnetic field, bc tell me why every girl he’s ever talked to likes him? 💀😭 (including phone girl 🤭)

“You’re so cool, it makes me hate you so much” this is so phone girl towards grayson omg.

“Whiskey on ice, sunset and vine, you’ve ruined my life, by not being mine” his family did kind of ruin her life, but add a romantic twist 😍

“You’re so gorgeous, I can’t say anything to your face, cause look at your face” grayson definitely is gorgeous, and I know phone girl found him attractive too 🫢 (who wouldn’t)

“And I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way” ofc she’d be mad she has a crush on him, his grandfather was probably the reason her dad died 😭

“But what can I say? You’re gorgeous” 🤭.

“You should take it as a compliment that I’m talking to everyone here but you” probably PG trying to avoid grayson for a bit after she realizes she likes him

“And you should think about the consequence of you touching my hand in a darkened room” maybe at an event, or that masquerade ball, graysons hand brushes against PG or he holds it while dancing and she gets butterfliesss 🤭🤭💗

“If you’ve got a girlfriend I’m jealous of her, but if you’re single that’s honestly worse” I feel like she would be jealous of his “girlfriend”, eve, but would also be like “what. 😧” when he says he’s single bc HOW??!

“Ocean blue eyes looking in mine, I feel like I might sink and drown and die” ik shes crushing hard on those ocean orbs of his 🤭

“There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have” she “can’t have” him bc Tobias was apparently behind her fathers death, which is why she tries to deny she likes him

“You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad” her being mad she likes him 💀

OKAY THATS ALL, IDK WHY GORGEOUS IS SO DAMN LONG BUT WTV 😜

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@astrxxii requested lee! lee know and ler! han

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Im sorry, I lost your request😭 I had it and then I messed up and it dissapeared.

Anyway, ofc, I’ll try my best! I hope you like it.

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Ever since Jisung shared his rather special interests with Lee Know, he had been curious, wanting to know more about about the topic. He never found tickling weird, he just thought of it as a fun little way to punish someone or just have some fun and playful time together. It reminded him of his childhood, bringing back some very special memories. So, when his dearest friend told him that not only didn’t hate it, but liked it, it obviuosly made him anything but weirded out and disgusted.

Him and Han had been partaking in these very adorable and childish activities for about a month now and, since both of them were having fun, Minho have never batted an eye. His bandmate was getting what he wanted and enjoyed, while he got to experiment on the victim’s very sensitive body, discovering things that he never knew he would or could, having just as much fun.

Lee Know was aware that most people don’t like being tickled, thinking he was no exception. He was also aware that if you wreck somebody, there are very high chances that they would do it back, twice as hard, even. However, Han never tickled him back. He should have been grateful, but it was quite the opposite. Not only did he dread and sort of hate Jisung for it, but he also found it unfair that the younger could get what he wanted all the time, never bothering to reward his hyung.

Han had tought him a couple things about his interesting liking “A lee is someone who likes being t-tickled… like me, and a ler is someone who like tickling the l-lee, just like you, hyung” Minho smiled, remembering the latters very much red face, ears and neck while ranting about the topic.

If I’m the ler, I can’t possibly like being tickled! That would make me a lee…

But you can never be so sure when you’re no professional. But Lee Know did know a certain someone that was a professional. And to his advantage, he was alone in their shared dorm with him.

“Hannie! Come here real quick” He called for the younger, who was… What was he doing anyway? Probably nothing important, because his head was poking right out the door frame in no time “W-What is it, hyung?” He cautiously walked closer to the bed where the older was laying “Um, so… You like, know a lot about this whole lee, ler thing right?” Han slowly nodded as a pinkish blush covered his cheeks “Can you explain again to me? Sorry that I’m so slow…” “N-no it’s fine, Minho hyung. So, um, a lee is someone that likes being t-tickled an-“ “Just like you, right?” the bunny was aware that if he flustered the younger too much he would’t speak to him, but still couldn’t help but tease him “Y-yes Minho, that would be me. And a ler would be you, s-someone who likes um, you know… Doing something to the lee that they like…” Jisung couldn’t handle any more of this, burying his beet-red, flustered face into his hands, walking closer to the other man in the room, expecting to get wrecked and teased mercilessly. What he didn’t expect was yet another question “What am I if I like tickling, but also like being tickled?” the shorter was definetly taken back by the sudden request “I-I’m not sure, hyung. A switch, maybe?” “A switch? As in switching between a ler and a lee? That’s so interesting-“ “Ok now, I have a question for you. Can you stop asking these questions? They’re making me very flustered! And another question, why did you need to know that?” “I don’t know, you tell me~” His hyung simply smiled sweetly at him, trying to act as inocent as possible. But Han could read him like a book, seing his ears lighly reddening up, meaning that he was at least a bit flustered “D-Do like being tickled, hyung?” Jisung tried to be mischevious, smirking and slowly walking toward Lee Know, just like his ler did to him “Do I?” the dancer was trying to be slick, but he couldn’t fool his bandmate for long “I don’t know, you tell me…” Han mimicked the older.

The leader of danceracha knew that he had trapped himself with this question, making himself completely vulnerable. Not like this wasn’t his goal “I think I do” The taller never backed down, knowing that he could easily fluster his favorite lee right back “Well, do you want me to… tickle you?”

Minho never thought such situation could ever become reality. Not like he would ever admit it, but after absolutely wrecking the shit out of the younger, it left a slightly bitter aftertaste. Like the action hadn’t been fully finished. Like something was missing. So, all of those things that didn’t happen transfered to his imagination, fantasizing about Han finnaly completing what he had started. In conclusion, the anticipation ate him alive every single time he tickled Jisung.

“Yes, I-I would like that…” No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t stay as cool as he would’ve liked in such an embarassing situation“Was that a stutted I heard?” Minho smiled at Han’s attempt to be as slick as him. He was very much aware that he could end all of this with a few words and a very certain action, but why would he do that? It would only work to his disadvantage “Are you a squirmer? Because I’m not sure if I’ll be able of holding you down for long if you move so much” “I’ll try my best for you, Sungie~” Jisung tried to keep his inner jealousy hidden. How could he be so open and not flustered about this? “Well, um, I guess I’ll sit right here? Please don’t hurt me~” The ler(for once lol) situated himself onto his future victim’s hips, whom was smiling softly the whole time “Do you need, like, me to tell you where to start or will choose a spot yourself?” No. Han Jisung, the biggest, most easily flustered lee most definetly didn’t want Minho to start ranting about how ticklish certain spots of his are “You don’t think I’m that obliviuos about your worst spots, do you?” “I don’t know, you tell me” Oh God, you don’t know how much Han wanted to wipe that smirk right of his face.

And he quickly did…

Too quickly, actually. It seemed…odd? Han would’ve never guessed that simply by pressing his fingers lighly into his sides, he would get such reaction “Ahahahahaha plehehase…~” Cute, he thought “Did the giggle monster get you, hyung?” “Stohohohohop that’s so crihihnge~” “What?! I’ll show you cringe!”Jisung expressed anger with a wide smile on his face, digging his fingers deeper into the lee’s sides “YAHAHAHAHAHA H-HAHAN JISUHUHUHNG!” “That would be me” “PLEHEHEHEHEASE~” “Please what? Please stop, please go harder, plea-“ “JUUHUHUHUHST STOHOHOHOHOP!” “Already? But we’ve just started!” Han was shy, very shy actually, when it came to tickling. But when he wasn’t being teased right back, it felt like the easiest thing ever “See? This is how I feel like” The only answer that he got were wild cackles. Jisung suddenly remembered, how much he hated it when his hyung just wouldn’t switch spots, tormenting a certain place for what felt like hours on end. However, he was surprised with Minho’s reaction when he tried to be a nicer ler “NOHOHOHO HAHAHN! Lihihsten fOHOr just one mihiNUTe…” He tiredly squeeked the words out “What is, hyung?” “Do-Don’t switch spots so fast. I like it more when you stay for longer, it drives me crazy” Great, now both of them were flustered “Al-Alright, M-Minho hyung…” Said man anticipatingly watched Han’s fingers place themselves back onto his sides. He mentally and physically prepared himself, gripping his messy hair and closing his eyes in anticipation. Jisung didn’t torture the older for long, soon digging his fingers right back into the sensitive flesh “GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” The ler smiled, his hyungs reactions only convincing him to continue. However, he couldn’t help but want to switch spots soon. The older would often torture him, doing things againts his likings, so, what was exactly was stopping him from doing the same? “HAHAHAHAN DOHOHOHOHON’T!” Lee Know begged when he felt someone’s hands shoving themselves into his armpits “Oh no, is this spot too, sensitive, perhaps? That’s too. Damn. Bad.” Minho was surprised at the younger’s skillful teasing, but his thoughts were roughly disturbed when Jisung pushed his fingers deeper into the dreaded spot “YAHAHAHAHAHAHA IHIHIHI WILL GEHEHEHET YOU BAHAHAHACK SO BADLY!” “Uhm, I’d like to see you try, hyung…” Han calmly shook three of his fingers in between the cat man’s ribs while the other five on the other hand(literally)remained in the hollows of his armpits “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE THI-THIS IS TOHOHOHOHOURTUREEEE~” Han just shrugged “That sounds like a you problem” Did Lee Know have a fever(🫣)? Or was it just the blush that was burning his whole body…?

When Han tormented such sensitive spots, both at the same time, it was obvious enough that Minho could not take it. He was squirming around as much as his tired body would let him, breaking his promise. Nevertheless, Jisung still felt like he hadn’t given him enough “Hey, are your thighs ticklish? Asking for a friend.” The tickler asked as he spidered his fingers up down the man’s upper body “Whahahat kihihind of friehend would waAHAHant to knohohow tHAHAHt?!” “YOUR best friend, mister Lee~” “Tehehell him they are NOHOHOHT” Minho’s sentence was cut short when said friend drilled all ten fingers of his into the oh so sensitive thighs “Not ticklish, huh~” Han just couldn’t help but tease his very much vulnerable hyung “GAAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHO GEHEHEHET OUTAHAHA THEHEHERE!” Jisung pretended to be in deep thought, only pushing his fingers deeper into flesh before formulating his answer “Nah, I think I’m good” The teases were enough to drive(🫣) the older out of his sane mind. He was cackling, crying, shacking. If someone would’ve seen this scene with absolutely no context, it would’ve looked more like a crime scene rather than a fun way to pass the time. Don’t get me wrong, Lee Know didn’t want this to stop. Well, he didn’t, his body on the other hand, would’ve liked a break. And it showed. He was involuntarily kicking his legs and slapping the younger’s hands repeatedly.

“Should I stop, hyung?” Jisung slowed down his attack, looking into the victim’s eyes seeking an answer “I-Ihihi just n-need aha moment…” Minho whimpered out, as his body went limp. After a few moments and quite a lot of worried thoughts from the ler’s side, the bunny sat up, clinging onto his dongsaeng “Just if you’re wondering, you didn’t cross any lines” “I was hoping I didn’t… Honestly, I tried to do everything that I would’ve liked on you.” “Oh, so you mean that I don’t always satisfy your lee moods?” Han blushed “Did I not satisfy yours, mister Lee?” “I think you should call yourself that, mister Han~” Minho smirked “Says the one that was laughing hysterically right under me just a few moments ago…” “Do you want to be laughing hysterically underneath me in just a few moments?” Jisung’s eyes suddenly widened “Maybe…”

“Oh it’s so on, Hannie…~”

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Hey! As you can probably tell, I’m not the most active on here… But I try! Thank you for reading. But most importantly, thank you @jinniefxrrxtt for the idea! I love Lee! Know. I feel like it doesn’t get appreciated enough.

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~♡Cult Leader♡~

Yandere Cult Leader Present Mic x She/Her Reader

~♡ Minor Injuries to Reader, Held Captive, Age Difference Mentioned/Implied {but can easily be ignored}, Tied up, Violence, Blood, Attempted Forced Marriage, Reader In Wedding Dress, Cruel but Loving Yandere, Death Mentioned, Needles/Shot, Lobotomy By 'Medical Professional', Cult/Twisted Religion, Fear, Just fucked shit♡~ Please let me know if I missed something that you think should be in the warnings

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A branch snagged the bottom of your dress as you ran frantically through the dark woods and forced you back with a yank. For a moment your heart dropped as you thought someone from the search party had caught you.

"I think I heard something that way!"

And there was your reminder, you didn't have time to stand around. You yanked on your wedding dress until the whole bottom came off. When you started running again, it was much lighter now thankfully. But that was only one problem solved. The sharp pebbles and broken sticks digging into your bare feet nor the mud that got into those open wounds was another probable entirely but you did your best to ignore it, to focus on the nothing but getting away. To escape this hell!  Not the burning of your lungs or the fact you can feel your heart beating against your chest as you try to quite your heavy breaths. Adrinellen and fear pushed you forward.

You could see their torches threw your tear-blurred eyes, you could hear them calling out to you over in the distance over your frantic sharp breaths in and out. You knew they were getting close, but you were also close to the road you'd only heard about from outsiders. You just need to make it to the road and you'll get away. You'll be free. He'll pay.

But it wasn't to be, as you were grabbed and jerked back by a hand on your tricep "I got 'er!" 

Another man came over and grabbed your other arm, the two began dragging you back to the town in the clearing no matter how hard you shoved the heels of your feet into the ground, thrashed, and screamed. Trying to bite or hit did nothing but make them move faster toward your hell. You saw the lights of the things the outsider called cars! You had almost made it! You couldn't help but let the pitiful tears escape your eyes as you could do nothing but watch your freedom slowly get further and further away.

"You're a brainwashed jackass!" You spoke to your father as he with the other guy's help dragged you back to town. He said nothing back to you, just kept looking forward as he pulled you along in the dim light of the torches the men around carried.

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Dragged right through the town and into 'The Temple' as the people you once considered your friends, hell your family, all watched and whispered with pity in their eyes. But that pity was not for you, it was for your future husband.  Once inside you were forced to sit and tied down to a chair already out and ready for your capture.

"What!?" You screamed at the men and 'nuns' who came around to help "You want me to repent!? Get rebaptized in his name!? Well, you can fucking forget that shit! This is a scam and he's a fraud! He's no divine being! He's a crazy-"

You were slapped so hard your head reeled to the side, the coppery taste of blood filled your mouth "Dont speak of The Grand One in such a way you tainted bitch! You are lucky to be chosen out of everyone here to be his wife and this is how you thank him for that!?" That man who helped your father screamed as you got your bearings. You were still a bit confused when they all dropped to their knees and bowed, so you didn't realize what was going on until you heard his voice. Hizashi, or as they and at one point you yourself called him, The Grand One finally came into your line of view "I came as soon as I heard she was brought back! Im so glad she's safe now darling, you had us all so worried." He spoke with sweetness, but the sweetness you use on a dog, not a person. He was talking down to you like you were less than him. And it made you sick.

"Who was it that got her?" Your father slowly stood "Me, oh Grand One. Just as you prophesied she took to the woods trying to make it to the portal to the outside world. She almost did too, but I got her just in time." Hizashi smiled, grabbing your dad's shoulder to give him a small shake, and the fangirl of a man looked like he could explode after that "Your wife has already been rewarded for being the one to birth to my bride but now I shall make sure your whole family is rewarded. You are all dismissed for now though." 

Hizashi then turned, cupping your face and giving it a once-over as his eyes darkened  "Tsk." From the way everyone stopped dead in their tracks you'd think that tsk was a gunshot, echoing around the room. "And who did this to her?" He jerked your face so that the people in the room could see the forming welp of a handprint. Slowly the man stepped forward, practically shaking in his boots. He looked ready to piss himself "She was mouthing off-" He was cut off by Hizashi backhanding him too hard he stumbled back, hitting one of the pews with the back of his knees causing him to falling onto his back on the ground "Did I give you permission to speak!?"

"N-No grand one." He placed his boot hard down onto the man's chest causing him to grunt. He already sounded hurt but this must be even worse "I also didn't give you permission to filthy her skin with your anger. Yet you did both of those things. You could have been rewarded but now, oh now you'll be put to death for your insolence." Two other members dragged him off screaming as they all rushed out of the church, all but two 'nuns' who were standing away from everyone doing their jobs. When you two were 'alone' he frowned at your 'self-inflicted' wounds from running away "You poor thing-"

"Dont fucking pity me you bastard! Im gonna get out of here and tell the police all about you and what you're doing here! Then you'll finally pay!" He shook his head at you "The outside world had brought evil into my town, I can see that now. Letting those lost hikers coming in out of the rain has come back to haunt me, they've brought darkness into my paradise. Into you, this anger is misguided. You should be upset at them, for corrupting everything we had."

He turned to the two 'nuns' and whistled to get their attention "Sisters, please put her to sleep and then get her cleaned up for me." They nodded and rushed out, quickly rushing back in with a needle "No! Get the fuck away from me!" You trashed about in the chair, trying to bite and swing as that woman grabbed you, shoving the needle into your neck. It took a good few minutes but eventually, you began to fade out of conciseness with dread in the pit in your stomach.

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"Oh, would you look at that? Sleeping beauty is awake." It took you several moments to come fully back to reality. And the more you realized the worse your panic became. Tied down to a bed in the 'hospital' and gagged. From all the equipment around you it was clear this was a room in the surgery ward. You tried to struggle but nurses quickly tightened your binds as the gag was replaced with a mask by the doctor. 

No! You began trying harder as the gas began to enter through the mask. The gas is meant to knock people out. Hizashi himself held your head and the mask so you couldn't shake it off "It's alright my dear bride. You're having trouble settling into your new role. I understand, marriage can be scary, especially for someone so young. Im just getting you the help you need." 

You struggled till the moment you went fully under.

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Hizashi smiled as he took a tissue and wiped a bit of drool from your mouth "You'll mess up your pretty dress like that love, sit up love." "Mmm."

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[oldiesstationlover11607]

OMG i just had an idea-

what about tyler x reader where reader is interviewing the boys in honor of their new album !!! the tensionnn, like just imagine EVERYONE notices that theyre totally heart eyes for each other but them and maybe josh pokes some fun at them AH

also!! im the same gal who rec'ed the idea for Cover; you did so good on it!! super excited to read more of your stuff!! :)))

Radio Interview - Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: None - super fluffy

Word Count: 791 - thought this would be perfect for a short blurb type piece so whipped this up in he back of my class lol

A/N: Thanks for enjoying cover! If you're going to be a regular requester I'd love to assign an emoji so I can tell my anons apart. Next time you request just let me know which emoji you'd like to use :)

“Welcome to 47.6 Alt Music Daily! Today, we have Tyler Joseph and Josh Dun from twenty one pilots in the studio to talk about their newest album Vessel! Thanks for coming in, guys,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I glanced down to double-check their mics were on. The studio had been buzzing with energy all day, and I'd spent the morning getting ready, listening to their new album on repeat. The excitement of meeting them was something I was barely able to contain.

“Thanks for having us,” Tyler responded, his voice smooth and perfectly on the mic. Most guests struggled with positioning, but not him—his eyes flicked over to mine, and there was something there. A curiosity I couldn't quite place. His sleeves rode up slightly, revealing fresh tattoos snaking up his arms. I'd been thinking of getting my own for months, and the sight stirred a new wave of nerves I hadn’t expected. I made a mental note to ask him about it later. 

I shifted my attention back to my notes. “So, for anyone who doesn’t already know, twenty one pilots is a local Columbus duo who cover a range of genres, including rap, pop, rock, and alternative music.” Tyler nodded as I spoke, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart race.

“Sounds about right,” Josh chimed in, breaking the tension with a laugh.

“Okay, so how long have you guys been making music?” I asked, flipping to the next question, though the sudden warmth in my cheeks made it hard to focus.

Tyler looked like he was trying to hold back a smile. “I started when I was 16. Played piano, wrote my first song, and then released a solo album unofficially.”

“Well, I’ve been playing drums since I was about 12,” Josh added. “I’d hang around music stores until closing, playing their kits until I got kicked out.”

“Don’t ask him how many times he’s been kicked out,” Tyler interjected, shooting Josh a teasing look. “He can list every store and the exact date.”

Josh gasped dramatically. “And I’m proud of it!” His grin was infectious, but my eyes were drawn back to Tyler, who was shaking his head with amusement.

I laughed softly, glancing at my notes again. “Okay, so... where does the name ‘twenty one pilots’ come from?” I asked, trying to keep things professional, though my mind kept wandering back to the way Tyler was watching me.

Tyler’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that’s one of my favorite stories. It’s from a play called All My Sons by Arthur Miller.”

“Oh my god, I remember studying that in high school!” I blurted, my excitement bubbling over. Tyler straightened up in his seat, his gaze locking with mine as I continued, “It’s about a father who ran a company that made parts for World War II planes, and he had to decide whether to send out faulty parts.”

“Right! He chooses to send them out, and twenty one pilots die because of it. His son, who was also a pilot, dies in the war, and though it's never confirmed, his daughter blames the father for her brother's death. The guilt leads him to take his own life,” Tyler finished, his voice soft but intense.

It was like no one else was in the room—just the two of us, connecting over this shared memory.

“So, how does it relate to the music?” I asked, resting my chin on my hand, hanging on his every word.

Tyler leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked on mine. “It’s about those moral crossroads we all face. Choosing between what's easy now but could be disastrous later, or making the tough call that’ll pay off in the long run. It’s something we ask ourselves all the time—what’s our purpose? Why are we making music? Right now, it’s simple: we just want to make people think.”

Josh, who had been silently observing, leaned into his mic with a mischievous smirk. “Or, you know, maybe it’s also to impress someone,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

Tyler’s face flushed red as he shot Josh a glare. “That’s not—”

My cheeks burned as Tyler quickly looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh... so, about that next question?” he stammered, trying to steer the conversation back on track.

I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension breaking just enough for me to finally breathe. “Yeah, we’ll move on... for now,” I added, glancing playfully at Josh.

The rest of the interview flowed smoothly, but that undercurrent of something unspoken remained, hanging between Tyler and me. And as the session wrapped up, I found myself wondering if maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t the only one feeling it.

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Requests open!

[callsign-relic]

hello, crush kink initiate back again. i cant actually call myself that because itll get really confusing with ckg, but i dont know how else to announce who i am.

anyway, ahhhh im glad i didnt overstep! i am so Scared but i have. so so many ideas and being very unwell over silverline is enough to overcome any fear agrhfhfjbrjej,,, hes handsome and mean and i love him dearly. 🥺✨

also, 🤝 @ ckg, getting trapped in silverlines panels is also 1000% where my brain went after sending that ask tbfjfksbfmnsmfbjgk

i like to imagine something like that happens a bit later- the first time you get lucky(?) and slip free at some point, and you manage to get away without him noticing you... (not without getting doused in a heavy dose of transfluid of course.)

you stumble away and clean yourself off, dazed by the experience. but the thing is... you still have to go to work. you still have to continue doing maintenance on the massive mech who had you plastered to his dick.

as soon as you enter the room and see him, towering above you, you're hit by the sense memory of being crushed up against his spike, the heat and weight of it, the taste of his transfluid in your mouth as you struggled against his digits... being overwhelmed without him even trying, without him even noticing.

trying to keep things professional is difficult, to say the least. (you're going to strangle whoever decided to put a walkway at silverlines hip height!!!) during your shift you keep sneaking glances at his panel, reliving the memory.

maybe you end up finishing maintainence a lot quicker than usual- desperate to be anywhere else so you aren't thinking about his spike. except when it comes time to leave, you can't help but linger a little each time, just to see if he does it again.

obviously this comes to bite you in the ass as one day you get too close, and you end up in the same position as you did before. you think it'll be fine- it was fine last time- except... you find yourself stuck to his spike even as it softens, and his panel closes over you, trapping you in the sweltering darkness.

i'd imagine it'd be a hard choice between struggling and staying still- if you struggle, you run the risk of him finding you, which is sure to be a whole mess in itself. but... what if he never finds you, and you're forever doomed to the hot, sticky confines, only let out when he wants to self service, completely oblivious to your presence (...perhaps you like that idea a little too much, but surely thats just the heat getting to you, right? ...right.)

this is. so long. im so sorry but also im not because i love thinking abt stuff like this fhdjcbsj,, where is this motivation when i want to write fics. help. ill be back in a bit with more. i need a break from furiously typing but im thinking more about being stuck in his panels.

Welcome back crush kink initiate!!! I’m happy to see you return :) maybe to differentiate you from ckg we can just call you initiate? 😆

But AAGHHHAGHSHD this is so good omg. Having to do maintenance on him again when you were trapped in his panel the night before… you can’t keep your gaze away from his panel, not that he cares to notice you down there.

But ouhghh being stuck to his spike even as it softens and you’re lodged in the space of his panel…. It’s unbearably warm in there, riddled with his scent. Only seeing light from the outside for but a second when he opens his panel just to wrap his hand around his spike again, and the cycle starts all over again… the only reason you were spared is because he didn’t know you were there. Nothing but an inconsequential bit of dust on his spike as he worked himself to completion <3

And please don’t apologize!!! It means so much that my guy is inspiring you so much!! I’m looking forward to hearing back from you again hehehe :)

[maochira]

hey mao! Im not sure if you did this already, but could you maybe write something about Chris comforting reader after a mental breakdown or something like that? I'd really appreciate it <3

Haven't done this so far so here we go!! With dad!Chris, of course

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!Chris' kid!reader, reader is a teenager

Usually, you openly communicate your feelings with your father. Just recently, he hasn't been at home because he's been travelling and his busy schedule and the different time zones made it hard to find time to talk. You only found time for phone calls twice a week.

The worst part about it is that you don't even know when he'll return home. He was originally supposed to return two weeks ago but then another model agency hired him for some photoshoots and Chris just didn't want to decline that.

You always understood that his life as your father and his career as a professional soccer player with the occasional modelling job in between will always be unbalanced, no matter how much he tries. And usually, you're able to deal with that just fine.

Just recently, everything's been a bit hard. Studying for exams has been stressing you out and at the same time half of your friends started showing more and more toxic behaviour or straight up abandoned you. All of that in combination with missing your father has been anything else but good for your mental health.

It was only a matter of time until you'd break down in tears. But it only happened tonight. You couldn't hold back but cry into your pillow, finally letting out at least a bit of the pressure that you've been keeping inside.

You're still in the middle of crying when your phone rings. It's your father. For a moment, you think about declining the call and coming up with a bad excuse for why you couldn't pick up. But you just miss your father too much and lying to him would be wrong.

You decide to get yourself together to stop crying for a moment and pick up the call. "Hey..." Even from one short word, Chris can hear that you've been crying and immediately gets worried.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" The concern in his voice is obvious. "Did someone do anything to you? Did someone hurt my baby?"

His last question actually makes you giggle a bit. No matter how old you are, as soon as your father gets worried about you, in his mind you're back to being a little child he has to protect.

While you try to find the right words, you start crying again. "Everything's just been... too much recently. And I miss you."

Chris has always been an emotional father, so hearing you say that you miss him brings tears into his eyes as well. "I'm coming back home in two days, alright? Can you stay strong until then?"

"I'm really trying..." You sob into the phone.

Chris is a bit clueless about what to do right now. He's not used to comforting you over the phone at all. He only really knows how to comfort you when he's with you. Knowing he can't hug you right now to make you feel better actually hurts his heart a lot.

"Do you want to tell me what's dragging you down?" Chris continues talking, "I mean, besides that you miss me... You know I miss you a lot as well? I can't wait to see you again. Actually... I'll check if I can get a flight tomorrow, okay? Then I'll be with you sooner."

"You really don't have to if-"

"No no," your father interrupts you quickly, "You need your dad so I'll try to get home as soon as possible. Now go on, tell me what's been dragging you down. I'm here to listen, okay?"

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