#nobody just randomly blurts out something like that

[neproxrezi]

someone else could write it better than me but i love how the fucked up nasty shit you can make harry do/say/be in disco elysium isn't just like, random stuff caused simply by the player having free will and control over him but they're parts of who he is and who he has been

you're not a tabula rasa. you're a sudden shock of blank pages in a big, aged, damaged book and sometimes the paper you're trying to write a better man on is torn and you see something through the gaps nobody needed to see ever again. and it's just there now again, back to the surface

[c0kitty]

NOW PLAYING ... NOBODY KNOWS ft. spider-women!ellie x reader

“…BUT NOBODY KNOWS MY LITTLE SECRET.”

(⭑) summary: r/reddit, when’s the best time to tell your girlfriend of three months, (who you are so desperately in love with) you are that "crazy" vigilante on the news, fighting crime in a spider-suit, and that you now shoot fucking webs out of your wrist. (⭑) content: wc 1.2k+ nerd!ellie. confessions. making out. comfort. spider-man!ellie. established relationship. suggestive. insecure!ellie. HEAVILY inspired from the roof-top scene in tasm bcs im obsessed. cursing.

you guys find yourself on the roof-top of dina’s-friend’s apartment, for a random party, celebrating god-knows what. it's slightly chilly, you stand next to ellie with her oversized jacket on you; despite ellie telling you numerous times it was going to be cold, she was not one to refuse you.

ellie wished she had her camera right now; outside’s a pretty scene with the many buildings scattered, the sky, gradually transitioning into yellow and pink hues, night unfolding, and you, looked so pretty by her side. 

the city below though remains bustling with constant movement, and ellie's mind is no different. because today was going to be the day —

ellie’s hazel-green eyes shift towards you, observing your soft expression, her heart ached with uncertainty as she wondered if you would hate her — hate her for lying, hate her for not being normal, hate her for having so much baggage. hate her for being spider-women. 

“you think dina and jesse are shagging?” you ask, randomly, breaking the comfortable silence. your hands moves to the railing, casually pushing yourself backwards on it.

“saw dina sneakin’ out at 1 am, like she was a teenager. so, yeah, definitely.” 

also due to ellie’s super-senses, she had heard so many “private,” conversations with him and dina she wished to unhear.

you nod your head, turning your attention towards ellie. “so, why do you seem so te—”

“i need to say something,” 

you guys both interrupt each other, it elicits a small giggle from you. “okay... is this about before? is that the reason you’ve been so pissy tonight?” 

you were hinting about earlier. when someone had hit on you, even with you being on ellie's lap, her arms even wrapped at your waist. it irritated the hell out of ellie, leaving her to characteristically run her mouth at em'. 

you almost had to drag her away to stop the growing commotion.

ellie sports a slight pout at her pink-lips. “it’s not my fault men can’t get fucking context clues, it’s a wonder they survive. and i haven’t been “pissy” i—” you raise your eyebrows in response, conveying a silent ‘you sure?’ ellie stops talking, only rolling her eyes.

“okay, whatever, maybe i was but, it's not about that,” ellie wasn’t sure how to start this conversation without sounding crazy or scaring you.

“...i was bitten,” ellie says, bushy brows slightly furrowing.

your head tilts, “that’s a little ominous.” ellie rethinks; maybe that wasn’t a good way to start.

“nevermind. you know, when i was sick. that whole two weeks, couple months back.” you nod your head, “yeah, you said you were sick. projectile vomit and shit. couldn’t lift a finger because it was so bad.” damn, ellie forgot she said all that.

“yeah, um sorry. i lied about that.” before you could say anything, lips pulled into a frown, ellie blurts: “i’m spider-man,” finally with a breath. you’re staring at her, but she can’t decipher your expression. unconsciously, ellie bites at her bottom lip.

silence fills the moment, and ellie finds it unbearable; suddenly, in just a second, your face relaxes. “oh, wait. you’re fucking with me. els thought you were serious for a second.”

ellie was regretting playing pranks on you so much, “i’m not fucking with you,” ellie’s arm cross, unconsciously flexing in the process, but you only a grow smile on your lips, like this was some ongoing joke. “jesus, stop smiling — it’s not a joke y/n,”

“i’ve known you all my life ellie — i think i would know if you were fighting crimes with iron-man,” you ignore her, releasing the bar. “wait just w—”

“lets go els, please. it’s getting cold and i’m tired,” you say, making your move toward the door; but in a quick reaction, ellie’s translucent webs shoots out her wrist, spinning you around til’ you're close, her hands, now holding at your waist.

you’re staring at her, eyes widened comically, and your mouth parted, seemingly trying to process what just happened. ellie's attention was drawn to something else though; light in the distance, drunken footsteps heading their way. 

“you just fucking — shot webs out your hands, ellie! you’re sp—” 

ellie didn’t have much time to think it through, because as soon as the drunkards stumble in, ellie's lips, soft and sweet, press into yours.  “..shh,” ellie whispers, faint to your lips — trying to calm you down.

a small gasp leaves your mouth. but after a second, hearing the commotion behind you; you get the message, relaxing yourself into the kiss.

ellie's kisses are usually greedy, but tender, her hands would rummage your body confidently, possessively pulling you in. but this kiss, its … different. it’s tentative, hesitant, like she was afraid to push.

at that, you try to make her feel comfortable with a subtle touch beneath her loose black-shirt. your lips, coated in strawberry gloss, glides seamlessly over hers, giving her a little push; and it works.

ellie tongue pushes in hastily, its smooth tracing from your lips to your tongue. her moppy-brown hair tickling your chin as she eases in the kiss, embracing the subtle buzzing in her chest. 

you hear the people leave, and it’s silent now, besides the busy cars. “ellie… t–” 

“one more second,” she grumbles, you wanted to keep going, but you still had a lot to say — questions cycling. so you pull away, with a gentle smack of the lips.

she lets out a small groan in response; her cheeks dusted in pink and round eyes flutter open, looking at you in a wistful gaze.

“so… you’re spider-man. well, spider-woman,” you finally say, exhaling. ellie’s eyes shift to the floor. her hands drop from you, and instead, runs through her hair anxiously. “yeah. i know it’s fucked up, and weird. i should’ve told you, warned you, but i—”

you interrupt her depressive rambles, “no, ellie i mean it’s cool, you’re cool. it’s just, fuck.” you take a breath, throwing your hands up. “i was just surprised because you’re, like, nerdy and cute, and then … spiderman, you know?”

ellie’s eyes lifted to meet yours, “relieved” couldn’t fully capture how she felt, but all she could managed to say was: “oh, okay. that’s great, yeah.”

a silence falls between you two in response to ellie’s awkwardness, exchanging glances; both of you burst into a fit of giggles.

“i feel like i should feel offended though, ‘nerdy?’” you playfully nudge at her feet, “you know what i mean. passionate about space, introverted, so obsessed with your grades. it’s like a text-book definition,” ellie couldn’t really deny that, so she just playful rolls her eyes instead.

“...but you know what’s crazy, i had a small tiny crush on spider–man, well you, before we officially dated.” 

ellie’s lips curve into a smile, “so now you get the best of both worlds, huh.” ellie comes closer to you, hands finding their place to your body. "i bet you dreamed of both of us fighting over you, hm?”  

in the quietness that follows, your eyes drift away from ellie, intentionally avoiding her gaze. ellie could tell there was more story to your silence, “wait — did you have a wet dream about spider-man and m—” she begins, but you swiftly cover her mouth.

“...shut it,” you say beyond flustered, which only intensifies ellie's curiosity.

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Slutmas Day 5

Double Stuffed (Matt+Nate)

Request: No (I actually hate this so much so please be nice, I know it sucks)

Warnings: Double vaginal penetration, fwb!Nate, use of marijuana, use of ma/mamas, voyeurism if you squint, slight daddy kink, boys kissing (just to please y/n) lmk if I missed any

“You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you”

Group Chat

Homies 😮‍💨

Matt🪼

i’m bored, wanna hang out?

Y/n🪩

i’m down

i just got back from the dispo, do you guys wanna come over and smoke?

Chris🍊

you guys choose the one day i’m fucking busy

Nate🎱

oh i’m for sure coming

Nick🦜

as much as i’d love to go, i already made plans with madi 🥺

i’ll be there in spirit tho 😙

Matt🪼

bet! let me get changed n pick nate up then we’ll be there

Y/n🪩

be fast

Nate🎱

don’t be impatient

Real Life

Nate’s pov

I was so happy that Y/n invited us over after Matt said he was bored. I got even happier when she told us she just got weed. We haven’t hung out in like two weeks too so we’re also gonna catch up a bit. I grabbed my phone and put my shoes on before waiting on Matt, once he was finished getting ready, he picked me up and we started driving. “Hey Nate, can I lowkey confess something?” Matt asked me in a serious tone as he drove.

“Yeah of course man, what’s up?” I responded, “I- uh I don’t know how to say it without it being weird but I feel like whenever we smoke with Y/n/n…” he trailed off, trying to think of better wording. Matt just blurted out “…all I can ever think about is all the different ways I know I could make her cum. You know, like I think about is how many times I could make her cum by doing a specific thing” I laughed at Matt’s dramatic sigh at the end.

“Dude… now you’re gonna have ME thinking about that shit all night! Now that you mention it though, I have had dreams about making her cum and would love to see how many times I could make it happen!” I joked back. “We’re bad friends bro! Let’s try not to do that all night, and don’t look at me with your stupid little obvious faces” he chuckled as we pulled into Y/n’s driveway. Immediately, we were greeted by Y/n, she looked so cute in her shorts, and tank top with her messy bun/clip.

“Matty! Nathan!” she yelled while opening the front door, she knows how much Matt hate being called that, and that’s why she does it. We went into her house and got comfy around the coffee table, “Here” Y/n gesture towards the table. “I just got my nails done so one of you has to roll” she giggled as she jumped into the blanket on the couch.

3rd person pov

The boys laughed at their friend before they sat in front of the table and rolled three joints each. “Scoot over I want some blanket!” Matt yelled, nudging his best friend so she’d move. “Oww, you boney fuck! No kisses for you tonight!” she jokingly said back as Matt dug his elbow into her ribs. Eventually, all three of us took and lit a joint, nobody really saying anything until their first one was gone.

“Can I take my shirt off? It’s not hot, I just wanna be more comfortable” Matt asked, “Can I take my pants off? I wanna be more comfy too” Nate added with a pout. “You know you guys don’t have to ask to do things, right?” Y/n/n laughed at her two friends as they stood up to remove their clothing. “Yeah I know, but I didn’t want to just randomly stand up and pull my pants off in front of you” Nate laughed, “Oh, if I wanted to be more comfortable, I’d just take off my pants or shirt i don’t give a fuck” she laughed back while standing up.

Y/n’s pov

As I got up to go plug my phone in, Nate harshly slapped my ass, giving it a quick squeeze, “We know. Just look at that outfit… you look like a hoe!” Nate said in a fake serious tone, causing us all to laugh. I sat back down while rolling my eyes as I handed the boys their second joint, which we quickly started smoking. “Yeah Y/n/n, you always wear slutty outfits around us. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like us seeing your body” Matt smirked at Nate, on my other side.

“Shut up, I do not! I just find my body sexy and like to show it off. Stop acting like you’re not a literal sex icon” I shoved Matt. Nate pulled me closer to him, immediately messing with Matt, you see, the thing is that Nate and I have been hooking up for a little over a year. Meaning we’re friends with benefits, which explains why we’re always so touchy. Nate placed one of his hands on my inner thigh near my pussy, lightly teasing my clit trough the layers of clothes.

Once we finished our second joints, Matt seems to finally notice Nate’s hand, which had now moved my shorts and panties to the side. At this point, Nate was now full-on rubbing my bare clit, I was so high right now that I honestly didn’t give a fuck that Matt was right there. Anyways, Matt saw Nate’s hand when he turned to look at me, the room now being silent since the movie we were watching ended.

3rd Person pov

Nate was just mindlessly scrolling through his phone until his brother spoke. “Oh my god- Nate!!” he gasped, “Huh?” the younger asked, unamused by Matt’s outburst. “Dude, why are rubbing Y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” Matt yelled, confused and completely unaware of the conversation the other two had a week prior.

•FLASHBACK STARTS•

3rd Person pov

Nate and Y/n were making out after he ate her out, slightly dirty talking in between kisses. Wanting to tease Nate a bit, Y/n pulled away to start speaking, lightly cupping the side of his face. “I wish you would grow a beard like Matt, he looks so hot when he doesn’t shave” she pouted.

This made Nate get slightly more possessive, clenching his jaw in jealousy. “Oh, so you wanna fuck him now too? Fucking whore!” Nate groaned. “I just wanna know how his beard would feel between my legs” the older girl pouted, resulting in Nate slamming into her.

Y/n wasn’t ready so it kind of hurt, but that pain quickly turned into pleasure as Nate continued to roughy thrust into her. “Such a whore! You want us both to fucking destroy you, huh? Maybe I’ll make it happen for you one day, babe” he teased. “Please!” she cried out, knowing Nate was definitely gonna have his fun with her now that he’s jealous.

•FLASHBACK ENDS•

Real Life

Matt’s pov

Seeing Y/n’s wet pussy cover my best friends fingers with her slick was so fucking hot. Neither of them noticed me looking so I just watched as his two fingers glide through her fold before I decided to speak up. “Oh my god- Nate!?” I yelled in fake confusion as if I wasn’t just watching him. Nate gave back a small “Huh?” without looking up from his phone, so I decided to be a bit more dramatic with my reaction.

“Dude, why are you rubbing y/n’s clit!? And why in front of me!?” I gasped like I was shocked. Y/n didn’t say anything and just looked directly up at Nathan, pink lightly brushing across her cheeks. “Because it’s what I always do when I smoke with just Y/n/n and she likes it. Figured you wouldn’t mind based off what you said on the way over” he shrugged, lowkey putting our conversation on blast.

That kinda put me in my place, making my eyes go wide, “Oh- um well, uh… continue doing your thing then I guess” I nervously stuttered out before my phone went off and was confused to see Nate’s contact messaging me.

iMessages

Nate🎱

you can go ahead and touch her, i know you want to

swap your fingers out for mine and welder how long it takes her to realize

Matt🪼

are you crazy!?

i’m not gonna touch y/n with her permission!

Nate🎱

oh trust me matthew, you have her permission

god she wants to fuck you so bad, even tells me about it when were having sex

always asking me to grow a beard so she can pretend i’m you when i eat her out

Matt🪼

stfu dude you’re lying

just because you say that doesn’t mean she actually said it and it’s true

Nate🎱

yeah yeah just watch this

Real life

Matt’s pov

I turned off my phone and looked over at Nate with a confused face. Well at least that was until he smirked at me and texted someone else, which I’m assuming was Y/n because two seconds later her phone went off. I saw her read the message and smile, “Will you guys roll 3 more joints and a blunt for us to share please?” she asked, looking directly at me with puppy dog eyes.

Obviously I wasn’t gonna say no because it’s been a few hours and we’re starting to lose our high. “Only because you asked so nicely” he joked, looking at me for my answer, I lowkey was distracted by his fingers sliding up and down Y/n’s wet cunt. “Huh? Oh, yeah I’ll roll for you” I said when I realized I was staring, that’s when the bizarre thing was said.

Nate pulled his fingers out of our best friend, fixing her panties so she could sit up normally but instead of licking his fingers clean himself, they were shoved in my face before he said something bizarre. “C’mon Matty, clean my fingers for me, I’m sure Y/n would love to watch you get a little taste of her” he said as he winked at Y/n. I felt myself blushing and I was starting to get slightly hard from the way Y/n’s innocent y/e/c looked up at me.

I pushed my nerves and anxiety to the side before speaking, “If that’s what the princess wants, then it’s done” I smirked at them. I grabbed my best friend’s wrist and brought his fingers to my mouth, sucking them clean before pulling off with a pop. They both sat this in awe, completely slack jawed and wide eyed. I let out a chuckle as I stood up and moved to the coffee table to start rolling.

Nate’s pov

I was honestly just fucking with Matt when I told him to clean my fingers of Y/n’s slick, but when he actually did it, we were shocked. I knew Y/n was probably dripping at this point, and that made me so much harder. Matt and I were definitely going to have our way with her tonight, I can already tell. We rolled the joints and blunt before smoking them fairly fast, now completely high off our asses.

“Do ya wanna play a game with me and Matt?” I asked Y/n who was nearly drooling looking at him. “What kinda game?” she innocently questioned, “A game of letting us make you cum” I smirked as I looked at Matt. A smirk also grew on his face as I said this, leaving Y/n shell shocked.

Y/n’s pov

I was so turned on after hearing those words come out of Nate’s mouth and beyond excited for this. “Yes, absolutely! Can Matt give me head first, please!?” I looked over at Matt, not caring how pathetic I sounded. “Of course princess, I’m gonna make that little fantasy of yours a reality” Matt winked at me as he stood up. “Cmon pretty lady, let’s go to your room” Nate added with a smirk as we all ascended up the stairs to my room.

We all quickly stripped down to our underwear, “Lay down, I’m dying to taste you!” Matt growled as he pushed me towards my bed. Nate sat next to me and watched as Matt hovered over me, capturing my lips in a heated kiss before kissing down my body. Once he reached my panties, he looked up at me, “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Because once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to stop” he asked.

Matt’s pov

“Please Matt” Y/n whined, giving me consent to eat her out. I wasted no time in pulling her panties off and running my fingers through her wet folds before moving my lips to her clit. “Mhm, taste so good mama” I hummed against her core while I slowly stuck two fingers in her as Nate started to kiss her neck. “C’mon Y/n/n, tell Matt how good he’s making you feel, stop holding your moans back” “Yeah, let me hear those pretty noises” I mumbled against her again.

The vibrations caused Y/n to let out a whiny moan, her fingers lacing themselves through my hair, slightly tugging it. Nate started kissing her neck while I continued to eat her out, whining when I felt the loss of one of her hands pulling my hair, but quickly smiling when Y/n let out a loud moan and moved her other hand to Nates hair. “Fuck! Matt, I’m— I’m gonna cum! Can I please cum? Please!?” she begged.

“Cum all over my face like a slut” with that being said, Y/n let go and came, her sweet juices immediately being licked up by me. “Such a good girl for Matt, but now it’s my turn to make ya feel good mama” Nate said as we switched spots, he almost immediately thrusting two fingers into her. “M-Matt, kiss me please!” Y/n whined as Nate was sucking on her boobs.

Y/n’s pov

Matt was fucking amazing at giving head but Nate was equally as amazing with his fingers, almost immediately adding a third one in to stretch me out. I asked Matt to kiss me a god was I glad I did because he’s an amazing kisser. Nate was sucking hickies into my boobs as Matt started kissing down my neck, also leaving hickies, making this moment so much hotter.

“Nate-Nate I’m gonna cum again!” I cried out, “Baby you know that’s not my name” he replied back with a cocky smirk. “S-Sorry daddy, can I please cum!?” “Go ahead, be a slut and make a mess on my fingers” he basically growled out, causing me to let out a high pitched moan as I came all over his fingers. Nate immediately pulled away, licking his fingers clean and whispering something to Matt.

Nate’s pov

I had a brilliant idea while I was fingering Y/n, watching both Matt and I marking her up made me think of something. “Matt, bro, how do you feel about double vaginal penetration, you down if she’s down? I know you want to fuck her as badly as I do right now” I whisper to him. “Fuck, that sounds hot as shit, I’m so fucking down” “Ight bet, just follow my lead and talk seductively” he nodded in agreement.

“Can we ask ya somethin sweetheart?” I questioned, gently moving hair out of her face and proceeded once she nodded. “You think you can take two dicks?” “We’re both dying to be inside you” we said, which caused Y/n’s eyes to go wide. “Oh god, yes please! I wanna try it!” she whined, causing both of us to smirk at each other. “Such a good girl. Nate, go get some lube, yeah?” I simply nodded and walked over to her dresser.

3rd person pov

Nathan returned with the lube and handed it to Matt, “You get the honors of stickin yo dick in her first” he grinned at the older boy. Matt lubed up his cock before making sure Y/n was still okay with this, “If you do put your fucking dick in my right now Matthew, you’ll never get the chance again” she threatened. That’s all it took for Matt to slide into her, both groaning at the feeling.

“O-Okay, I’m ready for Nate too” she whined after a few thrusts from Matt, the younger boy lubed up his dick, also squirting some lube onto her pussy as Matt pulled out so only his tip was in. “We’re gonna have to spread your legs pretty wide okay princess?” the oldest of the three said, moving Y/n’s right leg over his left shoulder. “This might hurt a lot, so just tell us if you wanna stop okay?” Nate said soothingly as he started to push his tip in with Matts.

Nathan moved her left leg to be over his right shoulder, the opposite of Matts position. “Fuck! C-Can you push in all the way daddy?” Y/n whined, hoping Nate would push all the way in. “Matt too or just me?” “Both!” the boys exchanged a look before pushing all the way in? cause some tears to fall down the poor girls face.

“Too much baby? Do you want us to stop?” “N-No keep going I-I’ll get used to it. Please I want this so bad” it took a few thrusts for her to get used to the feeling and for the boys to get in sync with their thrusts. “Goddamn this feels good, so fucking tight for us mamas” “So full— faster please” Y/n/n begged as she balled up the sheets in her fist.

“Shit! Not t-to be weird or anything but I really like the way this feels. Never thought I’d like the feeling of another mans cock against mine but damn” “Not weird I was thinking the same thing” the two boys looked at each other for a second. “Please kiss! Holy fuck I’m so close, I just need a bit more! I feel you both twitching inside of m-“ she cut herself off with a loud moan as they sped up a little bit.

“Fuck it, let’s give the pretty girl what she wants” Nate looked at Matt with a smile, “You’re right, fuck it” he agreed before the younger smashed their lips together. The two started making out while continuing their abuse on Y/n’s pussy, “Fuck, fuck! Oh my god that’s so hot! Holy shit I’m gonna cum, oh fuck please fill me up!” the girl cried.

The two best friends pulled away from each other, laughing before going faster and harder. This resulted in a pornographic scream of pleasure from the girl below as she not only came, but squirted all over the two boys thighs. “Fuck I’m gonna cum too! Shit!” Matt shoulted as he shot his load inside her, Nate quickly doing the same before they both pulled out.

“Jesus Christ, that was fucking amazing” Nate blurted out as both he and Matt collapsed of each side of Y/n. “You okay sweetheart? Can we get you anything?” Matt asked sweetly, looking at Y/n to make sure she was good. “I— just can we uh cuddle naked and go to sleep? I’m spent” she whimpered. “Of course, we’ll clean up in the morning” Nate smiled as they all got under the covers, both boys cuddling into Y/n for the rest of the night.

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[zzzzombieboy]

Leon Kennedy

Headcannons

just things that I think abt Leon

listens to Linkin Park for sure, fav song is probably no more sorrow or in the end (he likes the basic songs i’m telling u) also DEFINITELY listens to Three Days Grace, doesn’t have a fav song tho

he was obsessed with guitar hero for a little bit and he got really good at it when it came out but then stopped playing and now can’t even fc a song on easy mode

sleeps on his stomach with his face to the right side

if you like a movie he doesn’t like he will act like you’re a swine and bring it up all the time to make fun of you

doesn’t have a bed frame, sleeps on two mattresses stacked on top of each other

he is so bland and probably has like one thing on his wall, the rest of his room is bright white with stains on it

doesn’t like sour candy

never talked much in high school, probably only had like 3 friends each year

terrible hearing, absolutely awful (from all the guns he’s shot INDOORS)

used to LOVE zombie movies as a kid and obviously he is not a big fan of them anymore

loves atari games like centipede or tetris but he can’t stand playing space invader for some stupid reason

he loves a good, horrible, greasy, poorly cooked fast food burger

has so many shirts but like 3 pairs of pants

very unorganized work locker, probably stinks too

he only knows one way to tie a tie, and it’s very simple so all of the ties he wears go somewhat past his waist

used to be a little thief and stole issues of comics from the gas station and then giggle about it once he got out of the store, he always got caught though

he is so stingy about his money, the only extravagance he has is really expensive leather jackets (or the jacket that he wore in the re4 remake that was like $1000)

doesn’t fold his laundry he just jams it into his drawers

DYES HIS HAIR!!!! he dyes his hair he was born in 77 he is 46 he has to be graying at this point

gay king 👑 (i don’t CARE that he asks women out in the movies to me he is just so hungry and wants dinner so bad)

he wears his dog tags under his shirts so they don’t get damaged

he sucks so bad at driving because he missed like 8 days of drivers ed and had to retake the test like 4 times before he passed

also he didn’t have anyone to practice with so he just kinda winged it

doesn’t know how to reply to compliments so he just goes “ok 🙂”

texts with his pointer finger and not his thumbs

he’s bad at keeping secrets but not in the way that he’s an instigator, he just forgets that the person he’s talking to isn’t also in on the secret and will randomly blurt it out like common knowledge

bad at cooking, nobody ever taught him and he is really stubborn and doesn’t wanna learn

he’s an atheist but has weird religious trauma so he’s like scared that god exists but doesn’t believe in one

we all know he’s corny and says stupid shit and i think when he comes across a cookie he goes “don’t mind if i do 😏” then has a little nibble, puts it down and forgets about it

he likes german shepards

doesn’t understand modern art

likes taking personality quizzes that ask him really obscure things

ok that’s it tell me if u agree or u want a part 2 or something ok bye

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi, could you possibly write a scenario with the monster trio where the reader was hit with a truth devil fruit and they randomly blurt out random things. Reader is scared that they will accidentally confess to their crush so they hide from them, but their crush gets confused and sad and thinks they are avoiding them. Right before the devil fruit wares off their crush finds them and they accidentally confess. Thank you so much!!!!

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     Why? Why’d you have to be hit with this devil fruit? Why not the… slow slow fruit? Or the door door fruit? Hell, you’d have taken being struck by Enel over this! But now here you were, forced to tell the truth, and sometimes randomly blurting it out, until the ability wore off, praying that nobody asked you something personal and avoiding your crush like the plague. It’s not that you wanted to avoid him, but how could you when you risked telling him how you really felt? He always seemed so preoccupied by other things, he’d just reject you. You couldn’t handle the embarrassment of telling him and the pain of rejection! So instead you hid from him. You tried everywhere too! Franky’s workshop, the Mini Merry, the Library, the aquarium lounge. Anywhere so that you wouldn’t say anything to him!

Luffy

     The straw hat captain was rarely one to look so downcast and mournful, but you’d been avoiding him since that fight. At first he’d thought that maybe you were hurt, that maybe you just didn’t want anyone to know you’d been injured. Except Chopper had told him that you’d gone to him yourself and while you seemed a little nervous and ‘off’, you were just fine. Nothing more than a couple of scrapes. Then he’d thought maybe you were bored and looking for something to do, but you hadn’t gone to anyone for anything that might entertain you. So then why were you avoiding him? He didn’t think he’d done anything to make you mad, he’d even asked the others who just shook their heads. You weren’t mad at him. Robin and Usopp seemed to know something, but they just told him that you’d be alright and to give you some time. If time was all you needed, then why had it been 3 days since you’d spoken to him and why did you look so afraid every time you saw him? Had he done something to you? He didn’t remember doing anything, but maybe you’d taken something the wrong way? But wouldn’t you have come to him by now if that was the case?

     Glancing at your disheartened captain, you sighed. You didn’t want to hurt him like this, you really didn’t, but you were honestly so terrified of what would happen if you approached him. Already, you’d told Franky he was a weirdo, told Usopp he was an idiot for always lying and hiding behind Zoro, told Chopper you wondered if he was still edible in human form, and told Sanji he was a pathetic ladies man. Not only were they things you hadn’t wanted to say, but they’d been said in ways that you hadn’t wanted them to come out! Franky was weird, but you liked him like that. Usopp was kind of dumb sometimes, but you understood that he was just scared. Sanji was a ladies man, but he was a great guy!... you did still wonder if Chopper was edible though. 

     It had taken him all day, but Luffy finally cornered you, stretchy arms making sure that there was no way to escape as you looked at him fearfully. You hated the heartbroken look on his face, but what else were you supposed to do?

     “Y/n… I… I’m sorry if I did anything wrong to make you avoid me, but please stop. I don’t like it when you do. It makes me really sad because I really like you.” Luffy said sadly, your heart cracking. He thought you were upset with him? Luffy hesitated for a moment as he stared into your eyes.

     “Luffy, you didn’t do anything wrong, but I love you and I got hit with a truth fruit and I didn’t want to say anything and be rejected.” You blurted out, flinching as soon as the words came out. The rubber boy blinked a couple of times before wrapping you in a sudden hug.

     “I love you too, Y/n! I thought you hated me because you were avoiding me!” Luffy said with a large smile, holding you tightly. Sighing, you smiled and wrapped your arms around him. Did getting hit by the effects suck? Yes. but it seemed to have worked out in the end.

Zoro

     For better or worse, avoiding Zoro was surprisingly easy. He spent most of his time in the gym or napping on deck, meaning that you could easily avoid him in the kitchen or the workshops. Especially with Sanji, with how much he hated the blond, it made hiding from him even easier.

     “I still don’t understand. How could you love that moss headed idiot?” Sanji asked as he cooked, making you sigh.

     “He’s hot, he’s muscular, he’s skilled, he’s strong he’s-” “okay, okay! Forget I asked, I don’t need to hear all… that.” Sanji interrupted, shaking his head at the idea that somebody considered Zoro ‘hot’. Sighing, you slumped against the table.

     “What am I going to do Sanji? I have the biggest crush on him! I’d do anything he asked me to, but I don’t want to avoid him and I don’t want to risk telling him!” you whined, face down on the table. 

     “Well you’re going to have to pick one or the other. You can’t seem to stop yourself so either you tell him or you avoid him.” Sanji said, making you moan in despair. Why was life so cruel?

     Zoro swung this weighted practice sword harder and harder. You’d been spending so much time with ero-cook. Of all people, why the damned twirly cook? He paused, looking down. It was a thought that had bothered him for a while. Did… you like the blond? Did you have feelings for him? Were you dating him? Those thoughts had him swinging the practice sword harder, his body filling with rage. You liked the fucking cook! That perverted, curly eyebrowed, woman obsessed cook! He’d liked you for a while now and you liked the cook! He damn near broke the wall as he hurled the weighted sword away from him. He’d have to apologize to Franky later, but right now, he had to find you. He didn’t know what he was going to say, but he had to find you. 

     The look on his face had you a little scared, or at least, a little more than you already were knowing that you could blurt your feelings out at any time.

     “What do you see in that fucking pervert?” he demanded, confusing him.

     “I… what?” you asked, not quite sure what he was talking about.

     “The damned cook! What do you see in him? Do you know how long I’ve cared about you? And you go and fall for the cook?” Zoro shouted, making you flinch.

     “I don’t like Sanji that way, he’s just been helping me with-” you tried covering your mouth, your next words muffled. Zoro stared at you in shock. It had been highly muffled, but he was pretty sure what you’d said. In an instant, you found yourself pinned to the wall, his large hands wrapped around your wrists.

     “Repeat that and don’t lie to me.” he demanded, making your heart jump into your throat.

     “I said, I don’t like Sanji that way, he’s just been helping me with the fact that I love you and am afraid of being around you because I got hit by a truth fruit.” you blurted out, making the man chuckle.

     “Good, I don’t want you hanging out with him when you should be with me.” he said, his lips crashing against yours. Seems like confessing how you felt turned out better than you’d planned.

Sanji

     Sanji angrily chopped at the food in front of him. Stupid marimo, stealing his crush. What did the man have that he didn’t? Sure, Zoro was more muscular and knew how to use swords, but Sanji was skilled, a great cook, a sweet guy, and he showered regularly. His anger turned to sadness as he thought about you hanging out with Zoro so much lately. His darling Y/n, the love of his life, didn’t feel the same way. Wiping some tears on his sleeve, he returned to his cooking, he couldn’t let his cooking suffer because his heart was broken, he had a responsibility to the crew. 

     Zoro sighed as you sat in the gym with him. You weren’t even working out, you were just sitting there. 

     “Will you just go tell the shitty cook instead of moping around here? I’m getting tired of it.” Zoro said, swinging his weights again. 

     “You’re kind of an ass and it’s no wonder why Sanji dislikes you.” you blurted irritably. Okay, that wasn’t entirely true, but in the moment, you were irritated and couldn’t help but say things. Zoro sent a glare over your way. 

     “I could always kick you out, you know. You’re not doing anything, you have no reason to be in here. Where are you going to hide then?” Zoro growled in annoyance. 

     “I hate you right now but you’re right.” you sighed as you put your head in your hands. It’s not like you wanted to avoid Sanji. You loved the cook. But how could you confess your feelings to him? The man flirted with just about any woman he saw, he probably didn’t see you that way. Zoro just rolled his eyes, wiping some sweat away with a towel before returning to his training. He wasn’t actually going to throw you out, partially because doing so would send you falling to the hard deck, but also because he wasn’t a complete dick, he just didn’t like your moping. 

     It had to be wearing off by now, it had been a couple of days! Just a little longer and you could talk to Sanji again. Peeking into the kitchen, you quickly hurried to the fridge. You’d been purposefully skipping dinner and then breaking into the kitchen later so as to avoid the cook. Hearing the familiar click, followed by a deep inhale and exhale had you freezing in place.

     “You know you could just come to dinner instead.” Sanji said, sitting at the table behind you. How had you not noticed him? With your back turned to him, you could put a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from saying anything to him, your heart pounding as you panicked. How were you going to get out of this? Sighing, Sanji stood up, grabbing you a plate and quickly reheating it, not paying much attention to you holding your hand over your mouth, “Eat. Then you can go back to avoiding me and hating me.” Sanji said sadly, putting the plate on the table.

     “Sanji, I don’t hate you, I could never hate the man I love.” you said before you could stop yourself. Your eyes went wide. You hadn’t meant to say that, but you hadn’t wanted him to think you hated him. Sanji’s jaw dropped, his cigarette falling from his mouth. Looking away, you tried to keep yourself together. You hadn’t meant to say that! You couldn’t stop the small scream of surprise and Sanji suddenly lifted you into the air and spun you around.

     “I love you too Y/n! I love you so much!” he said before pulling you close. Your heart felt like it was pounding even harder as you slowly wrapped your arms around him. Snuggling your head into his chest, you couldn’t help but smile. The truth fruit had been horrible, but it had turned out well, so maybe it wasn’t so bad.

[rachelsfav-queer]

I can’t sleep because my nose is all plugged up and also I slept in late this morning sooooo…

Late night Wenclair thoughts? I may smooth these out into a proper fic sometime so please don’t steal any of this! Thank you!

Below the cut just cause there’s a lot lol. All sfw stuff here, don’t worry

So, I just saw this post from @barblaz-arts with some of their sketches (sorry, I couldn’t find any pronouns on your blog and didn’t want to assume anything) and one of them was a “get-along shirt” shirt. So that made me think of Enid making a two person sweater for her and Wednesday to wear and Wednesday “begrudgingly” wearing it all the time lol. So she just constantly is trying to indirectly get Enid to ask her to wear it, cause she doesn’t want to admit that she actually loves wearing it cause of how close it allows her to be to Enid. Enid of course knows that Wednesday loves wearing it and why, but lets the seer think she’s being sneaky. (Thanks for the inspo barblaz, lol)

NEXT THOUGHT!

What about Wenclair’s first time sleeping in the same bed? Like, I imagine it’s probably a bit awkward and stiff for them. But I think that it’s actually Wednesday who breaks the tension by randomly blurting out something like “I want you to hold me… please” and like, she’s blushing, thinking she’s just ruined it all but Enid just smiles rolls over, opening her arms out to invite her to cuddle close. Ugh, can you imagine Wednesday slowly curling up against Enid as she becomes more comfortable in her gentle embrace?? 🥺🥺🥺

NEXT THOUGHT!

So, y’all remember that scene where after just barely meeting Enid, Wednesday opens up about her traumatic experience as a child that literally shaped who she currently is as a person, a characterization that so many people have criticized endlessly because they didn’t actually pay attention to this scene that explained explicitly why Wednesday acts the way she does and that it’s not just “teenage whiny ‘I hate my parents’ type angsty” stuff but actually an interesting and new take on these classic characters because these characters have been around for decades and it’s hard to come up with new stories while also keeping the characters the exact same…….

Sorry, I ranted again… sorry.

Anyway, y’all remember that scene, right? Well, I absolutely love it and what it implies for Wenclair. Because it shows how Enid is the only person who Wednesday shows true vulnerability to. Not even T*ler or X*vier with the infuriating love triangle they had. She comes close to it with Eugene and Pugsley, but only with Enid do we see that raw vulnerability. And I really like that.

So, to the actual point, I think that Wednesday actually has a lot of that throughout their relationship journey or whatever you wanna call it lol. Wednesday opens up to Enid and Enid only about she struggles with certain things and how she is truly afraid that her issues will end up pushing Enid away again, and for good this time. And Enid actually talks Wednesday through all this seriously. She tells her that yes, her behavior needs to be adjusted to no longer be toxic, but also assures her that she’s going to be there for her. She won’t tolerate genuine toxicity, but she will be understanding and patient with mistakes. Because that’s what Wednesday really needs and we see that in the show actually. Enid is the perfect deuteragonist to Wednesday because she holds her accountable in a way nobody else does in the show. She doesn’t dance around anything, calling Wednesday out for her sometimes toxic behavior but doing it in a compassionate way.

ITS BECAUSE SHE UNDERSTANDS WEDNESDAY IN A WAY NOBODY ELSE DOES EXCEPT HER FAMILY!!!! BECAUSE WEDNESDAY OPENED UP TO HER ALONE ABOUT HER PAST TRAUMA!!!!!!! they’re so fucking canon it’s not even funny

Anyway, this is all just for the point of Wednesday opening up to Enid, late at night, when neither of them can sleep. Wednesday because she needs to get these things off her chest and Enid because her girlfriend is struggling and she wants to be there for her in any way she can. Gods, I love them so muchhhhhh!!!!!!

NEXT THOUGHT!

On the thought of Wenclair being awake late at night, I believe with every bit of my being that whether you think “Wednesday is the top” or “Enid is the top” either way, Wednesday will either be little spoon or will be curled up against Enid’s side with Enid’s arms around her. Whatever way they’re cuddling, Enid is in someway holding Wednesday close. This right here goes hand in hand with my next thought, which is that Wednesday is very clearly autistic-coded and it’s almost painfully obvious lol. So, this means that Wednesday really likes the pressure of being held tight. She likes weighted blankets but not nearly as much as she likes being squeezed by Enid. That is all lol.

NEXT THOUGHT!

Autistic Wednesday and AuDHD Enid supporting each other’s neurodivergence wholeheartedly. Enid is always carrying around noise-canceling earbuds and headphones for Wednesday. The earbuds are for when Wednesday just needs basic protection from background noise, which is most times and the headphones are for situations when she needs something more heavy duty. So, when Wednesday’s getting overstimulated by the world and people around her. And with Enid’s touch being the only touch that Wednesday accepts without any sort of discomfort (yes I know that Gomez and Pugsley make contact with her too, but she looks slightly uncomfortable with it when they do it, compared to whenever Enid touches her, she doesn’t even seem fazed, not even when she’s a bit more excited and isn’t touching very lightly. There’s a clear difference) I think that Enid has a sort of “escape plan” where Enid will pull Wednesday away from situations where she’s uncomfortable. She’s always gentle, yet firm. Firm both for Wednesday’s sake because she needs the grounding but also to show anyone around to STAY BACK! Mmm, Enid being instinctually protective over Wednesday when she’s overwhelmed. Along with all that, Enid is basically a personal guard dog for Wednesday, keeping a clear distance limit for anyone around them, to ensure nobody bumps into Wednesday or touches her.

On the other hand, I think that Enid probably has texture issues with foods. So, Wednesday will act as a kind of “taste tester” but for textures whenever they come across new foods that Enid may want to try. Basically, Wednesday checks first to see if certain foods will trigger Enid’s texture issues or if they’re safe for her to try. Wednesday knows by heart what textures bother Enid and so is distinctly capable of handling this task and does it happily. And for Enid’s ADHD, Wednesday doesn’t particularly understand Enid’s struggles but is by far the single most supportive and understanding person to Enid’s symptoms. Whether it’s Time Blindness or Executive Dysfunction or whatever issues she’s dealing with, Wednesday either acts as an assistant to help Enid work through it, or if she’s unable to for whatever reason, Wednesday doesn’t let Enid for even a single moment feel guilty about it, reassuring her entirely.

Basically, they’re each other’s best support and they work together to help each other!

NEXT THOUGHT!

I HC Wednesday being into like, heavy rock/metal music. More specifically, I think she loves Ghost (definitely introduced to them by Yoko, same goes for all the other rock music she listens to) and so I think that Wednesday and Enid actually influence each other’s music tastes, so Enid’s listening to some of Wednesday’s rock playlists and Wednesday’s listening to Enid’s kpop playlists. At first, both do it simply are interested in being involved in each other’s interests. But, they both find themselves relating to the music they’re listening to and actually loving it just as much as the other does.

All of this is to say,,,,,,, Wenclair going to a Ghost ritual wearing the merch and Wenclair going to a kpop show (sorry I don’t listen to kpop so I don’t know any bands) wearing the merch.

Please someone draw either or both of these I am begging on my hands and knees please please please pleaseeeeeeeeee

Whew, OKAYYYY!!! I think that’s all I got lol. It’s almost 2 in the morning and I still don’t feel even slightly tired… this is painful lol

I hope y’all enjoy my sleep-deprived brainrotted wenclair thoughts lol. Feel free to share your thoughts on any of these either in the reblogs, replies, or my askbox! I’d love to know that I’m not alone in these thoughts and I’m not just losing my mind…… pls

[ad0rebrial]

Sal Fisher x ftm reader who low-key looks like a man so nobody knew they were trans until they randomly brought it up out of nowhere with zero context.

Ya that's kinda all :3

(Tysm 🫶)

Okay, so here’s what i’m going to do…I will take these transgender requests because first of all, I know that you guys will tell me if I did anything wrong or depicted something wrong just so that I can change it. Secondly, I want you guys to feel included if this is you in real life because that’s what my blog is for. I want all of you to be able to relate and see yourself in these readers. So if I make a mistake just tell me what I need to change and I’ll gladly do so! Thank you for requesting!

Sal Fisher With An FTM! S/O Who Randomly Came Out

Everyone was shocked at what you said, they couldn’t believe their ears about what they heard.

Sal on the other hand was also shocked with your comment being your significant other.

They are your friends and Todd is literally 💅 so why wouldn’t they also accept you too? Did they end up accepting you? Of course they did!

Larry, was actually in denial because you LITERALLY look like a full blown man. Like you done fooled everyone at that point. He just patted you on the back and just said that you’re still his bro because why wouldn’t you?

Todd, he was surprised but claimed that he felt some sort of “aura” coming from you. Obviously he accepted you for who you were because you also accepting him for who he was and that’s what friends do, right?

Ashley is LITERALLY 💅 too. It would be very hypocritical of her if she didn’t accept you for who you are. She was stunned and said that you did phenomenal with your transition because you quite literally did! Not even quite, you DID.

Sal was slightly in shock. The way you just randomly blurted that out without no context at all just caught him off guard but not in a bad way. He didn’t have no negative feelings about it because he loves you to death. I mean, when he finally revealed his face to you, you accepted him so it’s only fair and the right thing to do in your favor;accepting you for who you are.

All of your friends were very supportive of you and you all tend laugh about it time to time because to be honest way, you just blurred that all out and one breath really stuck with them and it was actually really hilarious for them! like it was just so out of the blue and so random that it’s funny to think about.

Sal still adores you no matter what. He respects you just like how you respect him and it’s basically just bringing you guys even closer. He’s still shocked at how good you did your transition because he would’ve never known if you never did blurt it out or tell him. Like it still shocks him til this day at how good you did your goddamn transition! You look even more man than he did…

Thank you so much for requesting Anon! Please remember to inform me if I did anything wrong with this Transgender reader, I will gladly take any advice!

[vickyyoon]

Your Professor Bang Chan - 3 (ending)

Part - 2 <- here

Genre: Angst + fluff in the end

Paring: professor!bangchan x fem!Reader

Synopsis : after you two somewhat broke the connections, you keeping bumping into memories with him and end up trying to tell him..

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A/n : thank you all for loving this fic so much but this might be the last one of this series. Hope you find the ending sweet...

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After that night, you never went back to him. You only had a few weeks left till this year was over and maybe in the future, he wouldn't be your professor.

But you were too hurt to think about that night, you couldn't find the wrong and the right that night.

You left before he woke up and he expected it. He himself wish he had kept quiet, but out of a tiresome feeling of just being used he blurted out the deep thoughts.

You couldnt see yourself the same after that night and so did he. You wondered how easy it would be without him but boy you were wrong...

You enter the lecture hall the same day but you attention was diverted into the huge window. chan wanted to call you out but he was couldnt.

Your face looked dried out and pale. Your lips were white and dead. You're eyes were swollen and you looked tired. You obviously couldn't find peace.

You didn't stay any longer after your classes. You locked yourself up.

Remembering how chan used to take you out on little dates far far away from the city where no one would recognize you, just tk spend time with you.

He gave you what ever you wanted every time. Money didn't have any value when he was with you. On the other hand chan was looking for you because you usually stay after classes. He remembered how you used to buy him little snacks as gifts randomly, you knew what were his favorites more than anyone else.

Some days near the ending of this year you finally head out and open your messages to text him but then you remember you were his nobody.

While at the pharmacy to pick up somethings you spot chan and look away. Something slashed your heart into pieces seeing him. He doesn't notice you until you both end up in front the counter.

You could see yourself from the glass door how bad you looked beside him. You would be hugging him but you couldn't.

He stares at you as you leave after checking out. Hid eyes follow your figure walk out emotionlessly.

You couldn't get enough sleep, even after taking your pills. Usually these nights you would call him and he would bring you food but you were turning sick due to the lack of sleep, maybe it was sleeping with him that you needed desperately.

Chan couldn't focus on work especially when he made you so upset, he felt like he just committed a sin. He really wanted to tell. You that but somewhere in his mind he was ashamed to apologize.

You didn't want to see him but you needed to see him if he was alright or if he was with someone else, something you did without him knowing was look after him when he was outside.

Soon the stress of not seeing you got chan sick, he missed you all day. Mumbling your name sometimes when his fever turns high because you used to rush to him and take care of him when he was sick, not leaving him for a second. You used to tell him your stories, sing him songs, tell him jokes all while holding his hands. He got to know a lot about you when he was sick.

Just the last days before the exam you were experiencing the worst headache of your life. You were breaking down and your head was exploding. You were in the floor bawling and crying with your nose bleeding. Something was wrong but you didn't know.

Luckily your next door roommate heard you and called you an ambulance. Before you knew it you were stabilized in the hospital bed. You had too much stress and it got bad.

" I can say it's very common for students in their final or people who suffered relationship impacts but you should stop for a while."

You knew it was him on your mind that caused you stress but you didn't want to bother him by coming back. You were probably a burden to him.

He gets to hear about your breakdown and your location, he decided to drive there and see you.

Looking at you he couldn't say anything. You were pale and skinny, you were barely alive. He sits beside you and you open your eyes to see him.

He tries to act formal. Like your teacher giving you advice but you don't want to believe that he's calling you that.

" could you pass me that bottle? The orange one." and he stared at your huge table of pills. Pills that deal with your mental health and sleep.

" am I still just a student to you?" you softly asked. He looked down as slowly shook his head.

" then what am I? I hope I'm still somebody in your life." your voice ached but you had to say it.

" a-am I still your channie then? I-if I'm still. Your favorite channie then your still my y/n" his voice was shaky starting to crack. You smiled slowly watching him still avoiding your gaze.

He just apologized when he didn't want to. He really wanted to say it long time ago.

" that was the cause of my stress, the thought of my channie being mad at me. If it's my fault, then I'm really really sorry and if it means loosing my limbs to have you then I'll do it. I can tell you don't want to say sorry atleast say it first." you said and he only wished he didn't make that obvious.

You smile at his red face, he was embarrassed and your hand looked for his but he pushed it away. Surprising you.

"I-I'm sorry. You don't deserve me." he blurted trying to get up and leave.

But you grabbed his wrist " it'll hurt me more if you leave, please." you said as he sat back down.

He remembered when before you passed his exams, he admired your sweet, childlike, innocent and pure behavior from afar.

" if you never gave me that opportunity then I would be lost in studies. I would never find someone like You. I was glad you made the first move but it made me happy to know that you would be mine even for just 3 years." you reffered to your 3 years left in university.

You made sure to not loose him before university. Atleast he wasn't mad at you anymore.

He cried onto your shoulder the entire night, opening up to you about the past few days without you.

The last day before graduation you made him promised that he'll never find someone else after your completion of university. You wanted to wait for your graduation to really be his officially.

[dreamersbcll]

Tolerate It

i take your indiscretions all in good fun

(this is who i am. do you still want me?)

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Tara had never been good at subtlety.

Everything about her was erratic, chaotic, undone. She had never really been able to be calm, collected, even put together. Either things happened all at once randomly, or they never happened at all.

She could never truly get a grasp on what she wanted or what she needed to say. She held onto everything by the skin of her teeth, hoping she could let go and be caught by someone who would love her regardless of her maximalist style of living.

No one ever did. But it was a nice thought to have. Maybe, just maybe, somebody would save her from herself. She didn’t mean to be so callous, so weak, so fucking undone. She wanted to be able to shut up and close her dumb fucking mouth. All she ever wanted was to be collected, quiet, and orderly.

Just like Sam once was.

But Sam wasn’t here anymore.

And sinners couldn’t beg for the life that they had chosen.

It wasn’t really a surprise that she came out to her mother by blurting it out on the phone.

While at a pride parade.

With her girlfriend Amber at her side.

One moment, she was walking the streets of San Francisco with Amber in one hand and a lesbian pride flag in the other; the next, she was lying flat on her back in a whole parking lot, wheezing.

Tara knew that going to a pride parade was risky for numerous reasons. The crowds, the protestors, the fact she was a couple hours away from home- all daunting ideas. But with her girlfriend on her arm and her best friends trailing behind her, Tara almost felt okay.

She had spent three hours getting ready the morning off, setting out the clothes and makeup she had saved up for months at the foot of her bed. Like it was the first day of school, and Tara would have the best day. In a way, it was the first day of her life, the first day of stepping into the body she was always meant to be.

The atmosphere was otherworldly. Magical, maybe. Tara didn’t really have the words for it. She could feel her heart pounding, no, fluttering like she was lightweight and truly alive. She didn’t know that seeing people just like her was a possibility- that maybe she wasn’t alone in this vast world and there were people to love and accept her for who she was.

She knows that her parents, even her big sister, wouldn't.

But if a random drag queen could bend down and pepper her cheeks with kisses and place a pride flag into her outstretched hand with a wink, maybe it would all be okay.

Since she was eleven, Tara knew that something wasn't right. She didn’t have crushes on boys, and she didn’t want a boyfriend. Disney princess movies didn’t really make sense to her, and neither did a true love's kiss. How could her true love be a man? Tara didn’t need a man. She just needed her friends and family.

Tara didn't have her family, but she did get her friends. It was when she turned thirteen that she realized what was different about her—once she found out that Amber was dating Nick Perez. And it was when she turned fourteen that she whispered her secret to Mindy and cried in her arms after.

At sixteen years old, Tara confessed her feelings, and it turns out Amber felt the same. It was fate.

Fate was good for a while. Naturally, she had to hide everything about herself from her mother- as being queer in a Latin family was a sin worse than murder. Tara could be a pedophile or go to prison for attacking someone- but it would never match up to the crime of being gay.

God loved her. But God couldn’t save her from temptation. Tara had to do that herself.

How could she do that when temptation felt so good? Not being herself would be choosing an early grave, one dug by her own hands. She knows that gay people don’t go to heaven, and they aren’t saved by God’s divine hand. She knows that she is destined for an eternity in hell, flame and terror forever.

But she couldn’t help herself.

Nobody could make her happy like Amber or make her laugh hard and true. Her girlfriend’s kisses felt like her heart was sewn back together, her touch erasing the ruler slaps and bruised knees. Despite Amber’s quick anger and brooding silences, the girl loved Tara like she was brand new. It gave Tara a reason to live, to keep going.

Maybe God would accept her. Maybe he wouldn’t smite her. Maybe, just maybe, it would all be okay.

And then her phone rang while she walked the rainbow-covered streets of Sin City. Christina Carpenter. The devil all the time in Tara’s life, the bearer of all things evil. Her mother was supposed to be on a two-week work trip out in Switzerland or Poland. Somewhere far away.

Yet Christina Carpenter always knew when something was wrong in her household. Somehow, that woman always knew. It was as if she could sniff the gay on Tara, the sin of flesh and lust. The same evil that she forced Tara to pray on her knees to absolve.

Tara wasn’t sure if the bruises on her knees or the lacerations on her heart would ever truly fade. All she knew was sinning, and all she wanted was to be forgiven.

She almost was. But despite Amber’s pleas for Tara not to answer the phone, Tara still did. Who was she to turn down the woman who gave her life, gave her the body she was destined to be? She could never say no to her mother. Blood was blood.

Even if her mother spilled most of Tara’s blood without a care.

She shakily raised the phone to her ear, swallowing hard. “Mom?”

Cold and unforgiving, Christina dug in. “¿Dónde estás? Tu teléfono dice que no estás en casa. ¿San Francisco, Tara? Explícate.”

Tara closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. Amber had pulled her into an empty parking lot, forcing Tara to sit down and breathe. Though her girlfriend could be rash and unforgiving, she still loved Tara, and it showed in moments like these.

“Mami, I, I’m out with my friends. Hay una "cosa" en San Francisco. I’ll be home later,” she slowly said, trying to breathe.

While her mom screamed in her ear about “skirting her responsibilities” and “spending the money she made for her ungrateful ass,” anger started to bubble up in Tara’s stomach.

She was so tired of being the punching bag. The scapegoat. The pincushion. The hangman of the Carpenter family. Fuck that. People like her surrounded her. Tara wasn’t alone. She had a support system. Fuck what her mom thought. Tara had a taste of freedom, and she wouldn’t let it go.

“Mami. I’m gay—a lesbian. I’m a lesbian,” she said coldly, cutting off her mother’s venomous rant.

A beat passed. Silence filled Tara’s ears besides the sound of a lively community around her. Her mother said nothing, only her breathing signaling Tara that she hadn’t hung up.

Tara swallowed uncomfortably, her hands shaking. She could feel her body grow light, signaling an asthma attack. Her breathing picked up, and though Amber looked so proud and smug, she could sense what was coming. Her girlfriend held her hand and nodded to Tara, mouthing I Am Proud Of You.

She didn’t know why she did what she did. It was rash and without thought. She loaded and folded the gun, shooting blindly, thinking that she would win and be free.

Freedom. That was never in the cards for her. She would always be the little girl begging for her mami’s attention, her love. But her mother never gave her that, only bruises and tears in her heart. Her mother took everything and offered nothing in return- and she did it with a smile on her face.

And once again, her mother did what she did best. Callously, Christina replied, breaking Tara’s heart for the umpteenth time.

“Tú no eres mi hija. Soy una madre sin hijos. No vengas a casa.”

Click.

Tara looked up at her eager girlfriend, her phone slipping out of her hand. Water welled in her eyes, hot tears washing off the glitter she had fearlessly painted onto her cheeks earlier. The pride flag she had held onto so tightly fell out of her hand, tumbling onto the ground. The colors shined back up to Tara, a previously safe place, now tainted.

She was so stupid. So stupid. She had promised herself to wait, to hold back. Coming out while in high school was a stupid idea- she had to wait until she was out and free like Sam was.

But she couldn’t help herself. She had to ruin every good thing she ever touched and taint it with the same beast that lived inside of her.

Amber reached for Tara’s face, ignoring how the girl flinched at the effort. She cupped her girlfriend’s face, rubbing at the ruined glittery makeup.

“What happened, honey? Are you free?” she whispered, smearing the rainbow that took Tara an hour to create.

Tara closed her eyes, letting her girlfriend wipe away the pride that would be the death of her anyway.

“She doesn’t want me anymore,” she half-sobbed, her heart-shattering.

She just wanted her mami. Her mami was all she had left of a broken family line. Tara just wanted her mami to love her, to want her.

That’s all she wanted.

Her girlfriend tilted her head, eyes dark. “Did she ever?” she carefully replied, her thumb smearing glitter down Tara’s face.

Flinching violently at the words, Tara curled in on herself, her hands going to her chest, nails digging into the flesh that lay above the collarbone. Amber was right. Who could ever leave her? Who could stay?

Who could ever want a tainted little girl anyway?

She whimpered, holding onto her aching heart. “I don’t know. But I didn’t want her to leave.”

Amber shook her head. “Then you were the stupid one to believe things could be different. That she could love you even though you’re a dyke. This one’s on you, Tara.”

And with that, her girlfriend walked off, presumably to find something to drink. Tara curled up on herself, her body lying on the ground, the scalding pavement burning her skin down to her bones.

It was time to practice for her afterlife anyway.

[anything-viva]

personal post but i need input from you all

i think my irl bestie is really hot but equally mentally unstable and i don't have any other options rn

reasons i shouldn't:

- she trusts me like nobody else. she was sa'd in the past and i don't want her to be scared of me

- she's my irl best friend and i don't want to ruin what we have. i couldn't bear to break her heart

- sometimes lies for attention

reasons i should:

- she's exactly my type. she's a weird goth plus sized girl with short hair like helloooooooooooo

- i just want to make her happy. she's usually a pretty mopey person but she was so excited yesterday abt something and oh my god. she was so cute i couldn't look at her straight

- i thought she was a lesbian but she randomly announced she was bi when we were driving to class? like... idk if she was trying to make a move or not, she's autistic/adhd and blurts things out sometimes

- i don't have ANY other options rn bc of my medical issues

[wzyxz]

A Weirdly Accurate Surprise ——————————— pairing: (platonic) mission: impossible x reader

summary: your birthday had been a very well-kept secret since forever, at least until a sneaky teammate uncovers the truth and plans for something much unexpected.

Waking up is the hardest part of the day, but today would be much easier, for today is my favorite day. With a sigh of relief, I turn in my bed. To my surprise, I begin tumbling down. The next thing I hear is a bump, the next thing I see is black, and the next thing I feel is pain. My nose is smushed into my face, yet I don’t care. This is an extremely rare situation for me, getting hurt and not giving a damn. You could ask the rest of my IM team, I promise you, they’d all say the same thing. Once, a guy named Lane shot me in my stomach, and I nearly bashed his face right into the side of a table. As you can pretty clearly tell, I don’t take pain lightly, but today I felt especially giddy, so I let it slide. But, no fits of depressing rage today! Anyways, I pull myself up, despite my legs now becoming wobbly and hurting. I hobble over to my neat, pristine desk in a rush. Benji often says, when he’s over at my house, I clean too much. Everything in my house is organized and reflective, like a bunch of water had been doused on top of every surface in the house. I don’t know if it’s a compliment, but usually right after he says that, he talks about how good my house smells, so I always assume it’s a compliment. I look at the calendar above my desk and run my finger past the days. My finger stops at a day with a red circle and a small birthday cake sticker on it. A bright, toothy grin grows on my face. A giggle escapes my mouth as I dance around in my pajamas. “Ooooh, oooh, ooo- OH-“ I trip on my pajama pants and smush my face on my fluffy rug once more. “Ugghhh, why meeeee? On my birthday tooooo…” I groaned with little peeps of laughter in between words. My body feels like tiny squiggles instead of limbs from my excitement. Birthdays make everyone happy, I hope. They make me happy, especially. My family always had celebrated my birthday. Skating rinks, movie theaters, hanging out with friends. It was all a beautiful hue of birthday memories. I still long for those days. I try to celebrate my birthdays, even if nobody gets to celebrate it with me. Again, I stand up. I’m just a tough cookie, I suppose. Well, today is my birthday! I tell nobody the date, nobody knows when it’s my birthday, so the rest of my team will just randomly surprise me every year. It’s sweet, but really incorrect all the time. I feel as though I have a right to privacy, I don’t have to tell the IMF every little detail. I get dressed in my best outfit, but not fancy, comfortable. Opening the closet, I take out my lovely pair of Kerokerokeroppi slippers and shut the closet door once again. I run out to my living room and flop out onto the couch. No mission today? Seems almost impossible. But it’s my week off, same with Ethan, Ilsa, Benji, and Luthor. The whole team’s got vacation! Snagging the remote with great finesse, my thumb hovered over the Netflix button when the doorbell rang. “Urrrggghhh… whyyyyy?” I dragged myself all the way to the front door, slouching and tired of society. Except, what I had expected to be a door-to-door salesman turned out to be something completely different.

My hand grazes the metal doorknob, my mouth letting out a sigh of disappointment “Seriously, why…? On my birthday, too…” Begrudgingly, I open the door. Right when the light hits my face, a flurry of confetti blows into my eyes. It’s now all a blur of stars and hearts and circles in a variety of colors. Party tweeters yelp like howling coyotes on a humid summer night, being the only sound I can hear. “Wha-“ “SURPRISE!” Four familiar voices blurt out. Through the flurry of shaped confetti, I can make out the sight of my very own IM team. Ethan, Ilsa, Benji, Luthor, all standing at my front door. Albeit hard to see, I can also tell Luthor is carrying a humongous red wagon filled to the brim with gifts, big and small. My head swivels left and right to shake the confetti out of my eyes. Up until that moment, I couldn’t see what was truly happening, but now I saw everything crystal clear. It’s staring at me right in the eyes, a reflection on a smooth lake. My team held armfuls of gifts, not including Luthor, with one hand carrying the loaded wagon and the other carrying even more gifts. “Right… Happy birthday, (Y/N)!” Benji bellowed, trying to explain to my bewildered expression. “But I never told anyone my birthday? How did you guys know?” My brows furrow, confused yet delightfully surprised. “Well, you remember that one time about a month ago when we all met up here for a nice movie night? You received a call from your parents that you had to take, so you stepped outside?” Ethan began revealing how they knew it was my special day. “Well, while you were out, I snuck into your room, lovely room by the way, and looked at the calendar. I scavenged for your birthday. It was something we all decided to do. We never get to throw you a proper birthday party,” Ilsa adds with a slight, proud grin on her face. Obviously, they had been planning this for a while now. Of course I was grateful, but also, she SNUCK INTO MY ROOM? And she didn’t see anything wrong with it? I’ll let it slide for now, I was in too giddy of a mood. Luthor declared, “Well, congrats. You’re old now, like us.” “I’m not that old, Luthor. And neither are you guys, really. I mean maybe a bit but… what?” A shared groan with a smug yet annoyed face began to mask the feelings of everyone. “Alright, alright, come in. Your arms must be exhausted. What’s with all them gifts anyway?” I inquire. It’s extremely odd to see a bunch of top-grade spies with mountains of colorfully-wrapped, bows-on-top gifts. I felt like a spoiled rich kid. “Well, we felt like we owed you one after the false birthdays and crappy five dollar gift cards,” Benji smiles. “Well, eh, I’ll order some pizza. Relax, make yourself at home.” I pull out my phone, opening the Domino’s app.

Once the pizza arrives, we open the box and pleasantly groaned at the lovely pizza smell. “How much was it?” “For a large? Oh it was like, ten bucks. Pretty cheap. Oh! And I got garlic knots.” I pull out five boxes of Domino’s garlic knots, and everyone cheers. “YEAHHH!” Ethan whoops out. His strong voice echoes throughout the kitchen. “Damn. The man likes garlic knots.” I say with a laugh. Right after, Ethan inhales three pizzas and a solid box of garlic knots. Everyone looks at him in surprise. I guess he really does like garlic knots? Wow. Everyone else eats the normal amount of food, leaving four pieces left. Benji pleads to me, “Now open the gifts. Oh, but, open mine first! Please?” Sheepishly, I accept, pulling out the big wagon of gifts. I politely request for Luthor to grab the other gifts. Upon laying the gifts onto the other fuzzy rug I have, Ilsa helps me sort out the gifts by person in alphabetical order. “Oh, and this is mine. You’ll like this one. Better than the other gifts the boys gave you,” Ilsa said with a knowing, prideful smirk. Nearly everyone shot her a dirty look for dissing their presents. “So, Benji, Ethan, Ilsa, and then Luthor, yeah?” Everyone nods. “Okay, Benji first, then.” I pick up a gorgeously wrapped and attractive gift. The gamboge prism in my hands weighed lots. I look at Benji with a slightly curious face, then turn back to the gift. Taking off the bow with what almost seems to be caution to those who are deceived easily, but the team know better. They know I’m so tempted to rip the package to very shreds. Due to my “politeness,” I try not to. The sound of soft ripping fills the crisp, joy-filled air. Finally getting my glimpse of the gift, I see a box with a picture of a Nintendo Switch on it. My mouth opens up wide as I squeal. “BENJII!” A squeaky, blaring voice crawled out of my throat, a spider creeping out of a corner. The very presence of my shrill speech causes everyone to begin a racking laughter, stronger than a lion’s roar. As more gifts open, more wrapping paper was littered on the floor, more laughter faded into the sky, synchronizing with the sunset. 

A few hours later, after dumb conversations, multiple noise complaints filed, yelping laughter, and crumpled up gift wrappers layered on the floor, we decided it was time for the cake. Luthor carefully placed each resplendent candle onto my cake. I watched as he took a lighter and light the candles. A smoking, waxy aroma begins to form. I get up, my fluffy socks padding softly against the floor. My feet run along the tile. Approaching my table, the smell of cooked candles gets much stronger and fills my nostrils. Once I’m sitting on a chair, everyone’s eyes and attention are on me. It feels oddly uncomfortable to have everyone to be looking at me. My heartbeat speeds up slightly; and now, comes the very dreadful “Happy Birthday” song. I’m not saying anything about their singing, but I will say I have no idea who to look at. My cheeks raised, my lips curved into a huge smile, eyes squinted. In this moment, I realize that I no longer yearn for the days that once were, because I no longer needed to. Although it is sad that the days of my happy adolescence are over, there will always be happy days, no matter my age or stage of life. Just because my parents taking me out to ice skate or go to Disneyland will probably never happen anymore, doesn’t mean it can’t with different people. Memories can be sad because they will never happen again, but that’s what makes them beautiful, right? To think, before this event had even happened, my life went

                        down

                           down

                              down 

                                   due to the thought of ghastly, beautiful memories that pained me every time their now forbidden scenery flashed into my head? The thought was foreign. I knew that for the current moment and then on, happy memories could be remade with my coworkers. My team. My friends. They will take care of me. I know it. 

author’s note: @local-emo-4, thank you for your request! hope you enjoyed.

[papercranesong]

B, C, and K, for the ask game!

Ooh great questions @themurdochmemesteries

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

I think it has to be Hayes and Malcolm - I never really looked too closely at them before as I just focused on Malcolm and Trip’s friendship, but the Enterprise fandom with its fanfic and Tumblr posts made me rethink their relationship, to the extent that I wrote my first Hayes and Malcolm fic a few weeks ago. I think there is something interesting about how finally Malcolm has someone who can understand where he’s coming from and help lighten the load security-wise but then instead of working together Malcolm just gets insanely paranoid round him and then they beat each other up. I haven’t quite got my head round this pairing yet but am already sold on it! 

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Chakoty and Seven of Nine. I’m still trying to convince myself it never happened. 

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc

I’m gonna say Malcolm - not just because he is my favourite character but I think it’s because of how, at the beginning, nobody knows much about him - Trip says they talked about power couplings when they spent time together in the armoury. But then as the series goes on, and Malcolm starts trusting people and getting comfortable with them, we see him actually volunteering information about himself. 

So, side tangent - when we adopted our little one, he didn’t speak to anyone for the longest time, and it’s only recently that he’s begun telling his teacher random facts and things, and it’s still so novel and rare that the teacher will tell me, “oh he told me this piece of information today!” and it just reminds me so much of Malcolm, how Malcolm just gradually starts randomly telling people stuff, like in Hatchery they’re all walking along the corridor in the alien ship and then Malcolm says out of nowhere, “my dad collected beetles” and then in another episode when he’s with Trip in engineering he just goes out of the blue  “when I was younger I always wanted to build a Time Machine”, like he’s gradually starting to trust these people to the extent that he starts blurting out random facts about himself, and I just think that’s really cool character development 😁

Thanks for the ask! 🖖

[trashcantobias]

This is a long one forgive me people

I have autism the most severe out of everybody I know. I am friends with other autistic people and they have described how neurotypical people can immediately identify them as being autistic however other autistic people see me as someone who is either too low or the spectrum or someone who is on the more severe side of the spectrum my interactions with neurotypical are the most batshit crazy thing you will ever hear I do not come off as a player I don't make sexual jokes but when I get to know people they always seem to get the assumption I am a creep or something of that nature majority of my female "friends"also had the same assumption everyone also carries the assumption I am stupid which I have grown to believe they also follow up with the fact I am a supposed bottom which I dont fucking understand why you would say this to someone you have just met.

Im sorry for the lack of punctuation I am incredibly frustrated

I cannot fucking do basic equations for the life of me. I Cant do basic things in school my only ability is reading above average and I have no else going for me I rarely consume american content / media but constantly told I have a strong american accent which I have only recently found out is linked to aspergers or autism I have no real friends and I believe I am just the buffer friend that people vent to but cant hear or fathom actually exists.

I cannot sit still I cant even control the level of speech I present to people no matter the weather I get chills and then my neck starts moving randomly like im about to have a seizure. My parents control my watching and video access due to my hallucinations no matter what form of content I consume I am then suddenly able to visualise the character as if they are actually real I was an insomniac for 2 years because I would see things that would terrify me if I tried to sleep or dream.

My memory is the most horrendous thing ever and I cant even feel emotions like a normal human is "supposed too" my closest friend had died and I physically couldn't feel sadness I was mildly upset at most before forgetting him despite the years we had spent together

Why wasnt I born normal

I see other people with their families and regular interests but I am such a fucking loser bro.

I cant control my speech and will blurt out stupid references to things nobody cares about I dont see myself making it to adulthood I can barely do anything aside from read at a high level and nothing else. Nothing fills me with such dread by seeing a child prodigy who can do anything they want perfectly while I cant even fucking act like a normal human

I hope everything is going well for you guys

[atsuminthe]

difficult

★ synopsis: it’s something he tries not to be.

★ character(s): sakusa kiyoomi

★ minty’s notes: i had this one in my draft and i forgot about it. got some inspiration so i finished it, i hope it makes sense <3

    sakusa kiyoomi is a difficult person.

    he’s not the pickiest eater, but he has his habits—like how he wants his rice bowl to always be on the right side of the tray, or how he has to eat three pickled plums before starting cleaning his room on saturdays or his mood is ruined and he can’t do anything. however, he’s picked up other healthier habits that make these little ticks harmless. sometimes he even forgets about the pickled plums completely and just goes on with the tidying up.

    he’s not the best with words—but he’s a great listener and will offer his input on your problem if you ask him to. it’s a personal opinion that’s quite subjective, but it’s still appreciated because of his brutal honesty.

    he likes to do things methodically, after a certain pattern—he will, however, stray from the set path if he thinks it’s too boring or not flexible enough to accomodate unpredicted events.

    he’s straightforward with his thoughts—he doesn’t see the need to sugarcoat things for the sake of convenience. if he has something to say, he’ll say it. that doesn’t mean he won’t consider the consequences—he just values his concerns being addressed more than what happens after he voices them.

    he isolates himself—when everything seems to be too overwhelming for him and it threatens to come crashing down on his head, he hides. he knows it’s petty and childish, but it’s a way of coping. it’s better than not coping at all. if he cannot isolate, he distances and does other activities to block out the noise and situation.

    he complains a lot—nothing really fits his taste, no matter what the topic at hand is. complaining helps him relieve the stress of bottling up his emotions—it’s usually him rambling to himself, since nobody seems to want to listen to him.

    there are many things that make sakusa kiyoomi difficult. many of them seem silly, childish even—not even a 3 year old would behave like him—but he supposes that some things cannot be changed. indeed, some things cannot be changed, as they are usually gifts from nature—like his hypermobile wrists—yet he seems to change little by little from the moment he meets you.

    it’s like he doesn’t want to disappoint you. what would you think of his weird habits? he tones them down as much as he can, with broken remnants scattered on the floor of his heart as he tries his hardest to become ‘normal’. this is what love does to you, sakusa thinks. this is what love makes you do for another person.

    why does love not make you do so many things for yourself?

    coincidentally, it’s a question he blurts out randomly on a sunny afternoon, you and him and his cousin eating homemade ice-cream on the porch of his house. it’s quiet, peaceful, a little hot. april, maybe? he doesn’t remember. komori stops eating, scratching his chin in deep thought and you laugh—thousands of chimes swaying in the wind—which makes kiyoomi’s heart burn.

    “maybe because the love we have for ourselves is never as strong as the love for another,” you answer cheerfully, but your eyes betray the little spark of doubt barely noticeable in your voice. “and i think we shouldn’t do that. we shouldn’t love someone else more than we love ourselves.”

    it’s the same day that sakusa learns of your habit to pick at your fingers whenever you're nervous, or how you start swaying back and forth when you’re sitting on the floor, legs folded under you, or how your lips jut into a pout whenever you think very hard about something. they’re little things that he notices—and you don’t—that he thinks are beautiful. they’re part of you, aren’t they? why would you be ashamed of them?

    “if i shouldn’t, why should you?” you retort to his little monologue (that he realizes he said out loud) and place your hand over his. “you’re very pretty, sakusa. inside and out, y’know.”

    “kiyoomi,” he corrects, scratching the tip of his nose—he’s a little bashful. you smile at the gesture and squeeze his palm.

    “kiyoomi,” you repeat, trying the name and rolling it on your tongue as you slightly tilt your head to the right. “nice name for a nice person.”

    “you think—” he hesitates for a second, “you think i’m nice?”

    “of course. i wouldn’t be your friend if you weren’t,” you explain and he swears he can feel his heart in his throat. “besides, we have the same tick.” he’s confused for a second, until he sees you scratching the tip of your nose—your cheeks are flushed and your ears reddened to a beautiful crimson color. his heart leaps back and forth from his chest to his stomach to his throat and back in his chest, thrumming wildly.

    “and you don’t think i’m difficult?” he asks cautiously. this is a sensitive topic and he’d rather walk around the eggshells than step on them. you shake your head with a sigh.

    “of course you are,” his heart stops for a second, “but that doesn’t make you less lovable.”

    there’s a comfortable silence enveloping you as you watch the cherry blossoms fall gently. you hold sakusa’s heart in your hands, cradling it carefully—it’s nothing more than a globe of glass, hidden underneath a layer of ice. with a kiss, the ice melts completely and you watch the boy exhale a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

    “hey, kiyoomi,” you grin and his pretty obsidian curls swish in time with his head, onyx eyes focusing intently on you. “i love you, did you know that? difficult and all. because we’re all difficult in our own way.”

    sakusa feels his facial muscles move against his will, a smile blooming on his face that could rival the shining summer sun. “thank you,” he breathes, taking in your loving expression. he doesn’t know exactly why he thanks you or what prompted him to choose these words, but you get the message even if he can’t articulate it properly. “i love you too,” he whispers, forehead pressed on yours.

    sakusa kiyoomi is a difficult person—but so are you. and so is every other human on the planet—because humans are complex and complicated. in that complexity, you can find love. it’s woven between worries, plastered over a bad memory, sewn next to hope.

    sakusa kiyoomi is a difficult person, but that won’t stop you from loving him.

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[underworld-of-imagines]

My Love, My Dove - Spencer Reid

Spencer stared at the message on his phone, a smile dancing over his face as he read through the words on the screen. Text messages from you never failed to put a smile on his face and butterflies in his stomach, no matter how simple they were. And just the few words of a poem after a hard case instantly lifted the weight that had been pressing down on his heart.

My love,

you have

too many smiles left in you

to be so sad

- Atticus

“Pretty boy got something good?” Spencer looked up Morgan, who was smirking at the genius. He nodded in response, glancing down at the phone once more before locking it. “My man! What was she wearing? Red? Nah, you’re more of a black or purple kind of guy, aren’t you?” Morgan teased, flicking through the magazine in his hands.

“You know, statistically speaking, men prefer colours that both contrast and compliment the skin at the same time. That’s why so many men prefer black or darker colours on the lighter coloured women.” Spencer explained, glancing over at the agent, noticing the bored look on his face. “We have this thing where after a case, or a hard day at work we send each other a poem.” He smiled gently, remembering the first time you had sent him a poem. It was Dante, you had wowed him with your knowledge of the poet.

“Well pretty boy found himself someone who is just as much of a nerd as he is,” Morgan smiled. As much as he teased Spencer, he was beyond happy for the genius. And was equally as supportive of your relationship.

Nobody made Spencer as happy as you did, and that showed just through the way he had changed since he met you. Simple things from his mood to the slight changes in his personality. One of the most notable things was that he could now use chopsticks, something you insisted on teaching him. Which naturally, shocked the team when they found out whilst having Chinese takeout on a case. But there were other things that they noticed, the way his smile just lit up randomly, or how he’d jump to answer the phone. The one thing that they could all agree on was the fact that you were the love of his life.

Of course, your relationship wasn’t perfect, no relationship was. Spencer knew this, he knew that you didn’t love his job, albeit how interesting you found it. He knew how afraid you were every time he got the call, how you’d hold him just that little bit tighter when bidding the goodbyes. It was your way of telling him to stay safe, to come home.

Before he met you, Spencer wasn’t fond of physical touch, avoiding it wherever he could. You changed that for him, at first it wasn’t much, just gentle nudges every now and then, and barely-there hugs. But after a particularly difficult case, Reid found himself outside your door, holding you tightly in his arms. After that, he was okay with hugs, and found himself comfortably at home in your arms. The team was definitely shocked when he showed up to a dinner with you, holding hands. That was something they thought they would never see, Spencer, willingly holding someone’s hand. What they didn’t know though, was how badly he craved your touch.

Spencer craved you in a way that he never thought he could crave someone. For him, it wasn’t just physical touch, but your smell, your voice, your personality, your cooking, everything about you. He craved you, and now that he had you, he couldn’t imagine life without you.

He’s never felt this way about someone. No one could make him so speechless and loquacious at the same time. He felt like he could talk forever about you, but whenever he looked at you, he lost all words. Spencer would talk for hours to you, about anything and everything, as you liked to call it. But you never grew weary of his voice. You’d sit there, listening to his ramblings, soaking in the information he told you like it was a lifeline. As he talked, he’d watch your face for your reactions, all he could pick up on was the adoration and love you had for him.

“I think I want to marry Y/N,” Spencer blurted out, causing Morgan to look up in shock.

“What did you say?” Morgan asked, placing his arms on the table as he leaned towards Spencer.

“I think – no I know I want to marry Y/N,” he repeated. Morgan pretended to not appear shocked, the team had managed to place bets on when this news would be coming. “I’ve been thinking it for a while, I even have the ring and everything. It’s just timing, I’ve been waiting for the right time.” Spencer admitted. He had been waiting for the perfect sunset or the perfect time on a date, but it hadn’t seemed to come yet.

“Pretty boy, if there’s anything I’ve learnt from this job, there’s no right time.” Morgan explained, reaching out to pat Spencer’s shoulder. Spencer nodded, realising that he didn’t have to wait for the perfect time, that whenever he asked would be the perfect time. No, he didn’t believe in fate, but maybe whenever it happens is when it’s meant to happen.

“Excuse me if I overheard incorrectly, but did I hear that there might be a wedding in our midst?” Rossi teased, leaning against the back of Morgan’s chair. Aside from Garcia, Rossi was the next biggest wedding fan that Spencer knew. Although everyone on the team were big wedding fans. They saw so much death and destruction, that they loved to celebrate the good parts of life.

“I’m thinking of asking Y/N to marry me,” Spencer hinted, a smile creeping up on his face. He truly couldn’t wait for forever with you. Rossi smiled widely, patting Spencer’s shoulder as the team slowly started to gather at the mention of a wedding.

For the rest of the plane ride, Spencer smiled widely as everyone discussed the exciting prospect of a wedding. Talking about how they knew this would be coming soon, how excited they were that Spencer had met someone so perfect. And Spencer knew in this moment how excited he was for you to officially join the family and start your own.

When I saw you first, it took every ounce of me

not to kiss you

When I first heard your laugh, it took every

ounce of me not to marry you

And when I met your soul,

it took every ounce of me

- Atticus

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I need to know more about “SVSSS - Baby Brother Liu Qingge” bc I love tiny and very deadly baby LQG

I have a 3k-ish Shang Qinghua POV that was supposed to be the introduction to this fic concept! So... ah... baby Liu Qingge does not appear in this, but you can see the setup for how an 8yo-ish Liu Qingge was supposed to be introduced. My hope is that this will someday become a "Shang Qinghua and Shen Jiu go on a mission with Baby Brother Liu Qingge" one shot.

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Shang Qinghua didn't really have the words to describe what it was like having Proud Immortal Demon Way's characters finally come into his second life.

He didn't have the words to describe a lot of his transmigration experience, honestly! His words had described a lot of this world already, haha, hadn't they? Sometimes a person just had to put up with it and keep going.

And then excuse himself later to go scream into a pillow! Many times!

At first, life was just him in a body that didn't fit and strange memories that slipped between his fingers like sand. His memories of a past life had settled eventually, the System finally came fully online, and his relationship with his second family was fully fucked forever. That was fine, though! That was fine! With some unsolicited prodding from his System, he left to go seek his fortune soon enough and he never had to talk to his character's birth parents or siblings again.

But Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky had never said much of anything about Shang Qinghua’s family or home village, besides saying that the man had dreamed of more than his mediocre origins, so everything had been unfamiliar and original and real. Getting to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, which he had described in great detail, was a real headfuck. There were no words for the experience of recognizing things that he’d written in another life.

He saw the glistening rainbow bridge and the intimidating sect entrance and the majestic meeting hall on Qiong Ding, and he nearly screamed. He definitely squawked. His vision got really fuzzy for a minute there and he had to sit down on the ground before he fell over. What the fuck?! What the fuck?! He’d made a world! The System had really made a world out of his web-novel! He was really stuck in Proud Immortal Demon Way!

There were upsides and downsides to joining Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. Downsides included: the hard training, the harder workload, the dangerous missions, the disrespect towards An Ding Peak, and being surrounded by arrogant and foolish teenagers looking to look down on someone. It was really something else to look some of them in the eye and think, "Bro, I don’t know your name, but you kind of owe your existence to me. Could you stop being such a fucking asshole about leaving your chores for me to do?! Respect your father!"

Upsides included: actually becoming a cultivator (pretty cool, even though the work of cultivation sucked more often than not), better living accommodations and food, and actually getting to see some of the cooler places, plants, monsters, and magic that were a part of his world. Sure, carting a monster corpse brought in by Bai Zhan Peak to Xi Jiao Peak for butchering was smelly and heavy and altogether miserable, but seeing an impossible animal was still kind of incredible. If this unwilling Shang Qinghua could stop being pushed around and stepped on long enough to appreciate the upsides, he’d really appreciate it!

It was interesting and infuriating to log the differences between what he’d imagined, what he’d written, and what the System had created. What sort of author described every single object in every single room? Who had time for that? Who wanted to read that? The System had filled in all the living details of An Ding Peak - the Leisure Houses, the training grounds, the storehouses, the warehouses, the kitchens, the lesson halls, the leisure gardens, the farming fields, the livestock fields, the stables, the cart lot, the water supply, the sewage systems, and so on - so that people could actually live here. Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky as an author had done many things worthy of complaint and criticism, but wasting his readers’ time with sewage systems was not one of them!

The System had also filled in all the little details and decorations - the paintings on the walls of sect history, the detailing on the rooftops supposedly offering protections from dream demons, the chipped and faded paint of old storehouses that disciples would be tasked with replacing, the statues in the fields to scare off scavengers, the carvings on the doors meant to reduce resentful energy, the childish etchings of bored students the surface of the lesson hall desks, the old bench where the An Ding Peak Lord liked to sit and eat flatcakes - so that it really seemed like people had built this place and maintained it and added to it for generations.

Shang Qinghua had his quibbles here and there. Sometimes the System had made choices that he objected to! He would have done it differently if it had asked him, the author, to contribute. He really felt as though the System should have asked him to clarify the plot holes and the gaps in detail, instead of choosing precedence randomly or building off random implications taken way too literally.

Sometimes he found out that the System had built things out of throwaway lines that Shang Qinghua himself had completely forgotten about. It turned out that Ku Xing Peak made a lot of purification tools and containment vessels because Airplane had offhandedly mentioned that this was their specialty, and now Shang Qinghua had to cart around delicate ceramics to be sold to city merchants or other cultivation sects. He never would have dared to write that if he’d known that it would one day in another life be his job to do things like take inventory and chase down signatures for successful deliveries.

Places, items, and creatures were one thing, but logging the differences between the people he met and the characters he’d created was something else. At first it was okay, because he was surrounded by nameless An Ding Peak nobodies - his fellow disciples, their teachers, the hardworking managers and merchants, even the peak lord - none of them had ever mattered in Proud Immortal Demon Way. If Airplane had been the one to name any of them, he didn’t recognize the names or remember them.

Then he met Yue Qingyuan.

Wow, it was a worse headfuck than first arriving at Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, when Shang Qinghua finally realized that this was the young version of one of his actual characters. It took him a minute. As a lowly outer disciple, Shang Qinghua hadn’t received “Qinghua” as a name yet (his name was Houhua, not that anyone ever used it) and the future Yue Qingyuan was still called Yue Qi.

Shang Qinghua was fourteen at the time. Yue Qingyuan must have been around the same age, so he didn’t strike the tall and handsome figure of the sect leader Airplane had described. The boy was broad, but actually a little short. He had freckles. He had acne.

But he also had a warm smile that seemed to go all the way to his eyes when he offered to give Shang Qinghua directions to the right office on Qiong Ding. He had a steady hand when he helped Shang Qinghua up, after the An Ding disciple had suddenly tripped over nothing upon being introduced. Yue Qingyuan - Yue Qi - walked him to the right office and did his best to make small talk, friendly and kind even though Shang Qinghua was having difficulty stringing more than a few words together in his shock.

Even then, it was obvious that the boy was developing the calm surety and the social charm that would make him a greatly admired sect leader someday! It was all Shang Qinghua could do not to blurt out: “Holy shit, you’re REAL?!” Which would be closely followed by: “Hey, is Shen Qingqiu really real too?!” And then maybe closely followed by: “FUCK!!!”

As the years went by, Shang Qinghua met more of Proud Immortal Demon Way’s characters, and it was weird every time. None of them were exactly like he was expecting. He kept expecting… well… he kept expecting them to look like the fanart, like flawless character models, more or less. Instead, he kept getting… people.

Wei Qingwei, head disciple of the sword-focused Wan Jian Peak, was also shorter than he was expecting, kind of stout, with a wide face and a wider smile. Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky had apparently had the man crack a few jokes upon his rare appearances in the web-novel, usually during tense situations, as he was reminded by the System upon thinking to himself: “Why is this guy LIKE THIS?!” So, because of just a few lines, the real Wei Qingwei had a relentless sense of humor and loved telling jokes.

Upon their first meeting, when Shang Qinghua was fifteen and had been sent over to help renovate some Wan Jian dormitories, fifteen-year-old Wei Qingwei had pretended to fumble a sword and, using a packet of dye and a sleight of hand, made it look like he’d accidentally cut off his own hand at the wrist. Of course Shang Qinghua had screamed and panicked! Anyone would panic! But Wei Qingwei had laughed at him and said, “Got you! Shang-Shidi, the sword wasn’t even unsheathed!” Asshole!

Qi Qingqi, the head disciple of Xian Shu Peak, was much taller than he was expecting. Apparently Airplane had once described a group of some of the peak lords by saying something like: “Each one of them was like a giant to young Luo Binghe.” That group had included Qi Qingqi. The System apparently had taken that to mean that Qi Qingqi was of a height with the likes of Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu. Shang Qinghua discovered this adaptational choice when he was almost sixteen, when this giraffe-like girl came to An Ding Peak to complain about an order someone along the pipeline had dropped completely, and he accidentally found himself (still waiting on a really good growth spurt) eye-level with Qi Qingqi’s chest.

Airplane had apparently once said in Proud Immortal Demon Way that Qian Cao Peak Lord Mu Qingfang appeared a little older than his colleagues, by which he’d probably meant that the man was just tired or something, but this head disciple Mu Qingfang appeared to have ten years on all the other head disciples. Which was good! Shang Qinghua approved of their future head healer not being a teenager and having more training!

On the bad side of things, Airplane had also once said in Proud Immortal Demon Way that the Zui Xian Peak Lord Zhang Qingyan liked his drink too much. This was the peak specializing in alcohol, so it had seemed to make sense! It was supposed to be funny, if anything! Well, at sixteen, Shang Qinghua found out that the System had focused too much on the “too much” part of that statement and now the head disciple of Zui Xian Peak was pretty clearly a budding alcoholic. (Sometimes a cultivator’s constitution and ability to “cure” themselves just… made a person drink more. A lot more.) Which was… not good.

At seventeen, Shang Qinghua met Mobei-Jun.

He didn’t know where to get started with Mobei-Jun.

Somehow he’d… forgotten that Mobei-Jun had been originally based on Airplane’s idea of “the perfect man” and not the super pretty, muscular but slim-waisted protagonist type? The real Mobei-Jun was… tall… and big… and thick. Mobei-Jun’s intimidating features were… more striking than pretty. The first time Shang Qinghua had come back to his Leisure House and found this spoiled brat of an ice demon napping shirtless on his bed, and gotten an eyeful of all that heavy muscle and chest hair, he’d nearly knocked himself out on the doorframe trying to turn away before he had a heart attack.

Mobei-Jun really was going to be the death of him, holy shit.

Especially because this ice demon really was a spoiled brat! Airplane had described this character as being arrogant and apathetic, so now Shang Qinghua had to deal with a Mobei-Jun who took long baths and then carelessly dripped water all over the floor and all over fresh sheets! Who ate all of Shang Qinghua’s cooking and ungratefully only demanded more food, sprawled over furniture not really fit for someone of his size, and then watched Shang Qinghua like a fat tiger! Ahhh, this demon really was lucky he was handsome!

Mobei-Jun was also kind of violent, and mean, which was… well, it sucked.

Back to the sect that Shang Qinghua was now actively betraying, however, as far as he could see, there was still one future peak lord missing.

It wasn’t Shen Qingqiu, who Shang Qinghua had thought would be the last one to show up. Shen Qingqiu had shown up and had been advancing through the ranks of Qing Jing Peak before Shang Qinghua had even met Mobei-Jun, which meant that Yue Qingyuan had finally stopped looking like someone had torn out his soul. (Shang Qinghua had been forced to grit his teeth every time that someone mentioned how privileged that Yue Qingyuan was to have been granted that year of secluded cultivation in the Lingxi Caves at such a young age.)

No, of all the peak lords, it was Liu Qingge who Shang Qinghua had yet to meet.

After meeting Mobei-Jun and becoming an inner disciple, the System had given Shang Qinghua three years to make it to head disciple, probably because the deadline for a new generation of peak lords to ascend was fast approaching. He was working hard to achieve that! Not only did he have to sabotage the current favorite, but he had to make sure all his own training, missions, work, and research were as close to flawless as he could get it! All while keeping an intruding ice demon happy! He wasn’t totally sure that he was going to make it at this rate, even though he’d been here for years.

So it was a little concerning that Liu Qingge hadn't shown up yet. There was so much left to do. A world-state that had yet to be established. Liu Qingge had work to do here!

Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu still had to develop a hatred for each other as disciples that would extend to everyone believing that Shen Qingqiu had murdered Liu Qingge as peak lords, after all. Granted, all Liu Qingge really had to do was beat everyone else on Bai Zhan Peak up to obtain the position, and it wasn’t exactly hard to get Shen Qingqiu to develop a lifelong grudge, but the guy was still cutting it pretty close.

It was possible that Liu Qingge was already on Bai Zhan Peak and making good progress, but that he was just so solitary and focused on searching out the next big battle that Shang Qinghua had just never had the opportunity to meet him. Shang Qinghua did his best to avoid Bai Zhan Peak most of the time, honestly! He was curious about where Liu Qingge was, about what the man looked like, but he didn’t let himself sweat at not seeing the future war god, when he already had so many things to sweat about. The System had taken care of bringing in everyone else, so Shang Qinghua was sure that Liu Qingge would follow sooner or later.

Shang Qinghua’s first sign that something was wrong was that, on the day that Liu Qingge finally announced his existence by beating up everyone on Bai Zhan Peak, everyone was saying things like, “I can’t believe some kid managed to topple all of Bai Zhan like that!”

He… may or may not have ignored this sign.

To be fair to this poor writer-turned-disciple, though, he’d been up all night finishing some paperwork catastrophe the An Ding Peak Lord had thrown at him to fix, as some kind of “test” of his logistics skills. Upon hearing the latest gossip, Shang Qinghua thought, “Oh, finally?” And then his overtired brain collapsed from the effort of thinking two words together in a sentence, and all he could manage from there was to feel the intense need to go to bed at a maximum, static-y volume. No words. No more thinky thoughts. Just the need for speedy sleep.

He stumbled through the rest of his day and then passed out for 18 hours straight. In hindsight, this would have been the time when the gossip was at its hottest. He missed all of it.

When he woke up, everyone was still dealing with the aftermath of what had happened on Bai Zhan Peak, but the conversation had shifted more towards replacing Qian Cao Peak’s depleted supplies and the repairs to Bai Zhan’s training grounds. Liu Qingge was the name on everyone’s lips, still, but everyone knew the basic information now. Now, everyone was just exclaiming over and over again how unbelievably young (and pretty) he was to have bested every other disciple on the sect battle-focused peak. This didn't seem too strange.

The System probably would have based the War God's appearance on his sister, Liu Mingyan, a strong contender for the most beautiful woman in all of Proud Immortal Demon Way. Liu Qingge apparently being a very pretty boy fell neatly into line with all the other character design surprises that Shang Qinghua had gotten smacked with so far.

If Airplane had known that he'd be transmigrating into his novel, maybe there would have been even more handsome men! And everyone would have lived happily ever after and nothing bad would have happened ever, probably, but also there might be more sexy guys too.

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TBC